[Fic] Reasons for Everything (Tenimyu RPS, KamaDate, PG-13)
This is the last of the KamaDate spam and I know...it's so late >__< Sorry!
Title: Reasons for Everything
By: nikki hiiragizawa
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis slash
Pairing: Kamakari/Date (main)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: general
Disclaimer: The TeniMyu actors are under Marvelous Entertainment and their respective individual agencies. This fic was written for entertainment purposes only and the writer is in no way connected to or affiliated with the actors or their companies. All circumstances here, no matter how similar to true events, are just products of the writer's imagination and did not or will not happen in real life. (If I own them they’d all be gay. Really.)
Fingers continuously drummed on wooden surfaces. Feet tapped on the linoleum. There were some head-scratching, whistling and tsk-ing and occasionally, arguments delivered softly between the actors.
A while ago, Ueshima-sensei had instructed everyone to come up with ad-libs they were to use in the upcoming musical. The director-choreographer did not want to suggest anything. He firmly said that the ad-libs should come from the actors themselves and that they should ‘research’ more on their characters.
“Wow, Tezuka/Fuji fanart that’s porn,” Wada said in awe as he opened the image in another window. Someone (probably from Hyoutei) brought his laptop and the actors did not bother knowing who the owner was as they all flocked before the little screen, trying to find out if they could learn anything by typing in their characters’ names in a search engine. The first thing they saw when they typed in ‘Tenipuri’ was the fanart site with tons of Tezuka and Fuji smut.
“Stop that, Ma-kun,” Aiba said, annoyed, as he fiddled with his belt. “You don’t have to show it to everyone.”
Adachi came over to take a peek. “Ehh? They’re just kissing? I’ve stumbled upon Shirotan and Aibacchi doing worse.” he was somehow ‘accidentally’ hit by a slipper, and knowingly, he slunk back to his seat by the door.
“But it’s fun!” Shirota interjected as his eyes stared at the pictures. “We could do this as part of the performance, you know.” Aiba wanted to kill him on the spot, but he relented when he saw the others laughing so hard. A sudden image of Shirota and him doing ‘that’ onstage mde him excuse himself and find something else to do...like eat.
The less dedicated actors who either could not think of anything to do for the adlibs or were just plain reluctant to act yaoish in front of the crowd soon left. Shirota wanted to surf the Internet more, after accidentally stumbling upon a Yahoo! Japan auction that sold Shirota/Aiba doujinshi, but Aiba dragged him towards the nearest convenience store by the ear. Only Kamakari and Date were left in the dressing room, with Kenken clicking random websites and Kouji humming to himself as they thought of stuff to do.
“I’m hungry,” Kenken complained as he finally gave up and sat beside Kouji on the rather beat-up sofa. He watched Kouji read through a music magazine. “I’m hungry,” he repeated, a little whiny this time.
Kouji looked up and made a face. “But you aren’t attending practice tomorrow. We need to come up with stuff to do now. I don’t want to lose face next rehearsal when Ueshima-san asks for our part.” He continued reading the magazine. “I’m trying to see if we could use something in this J-rock magazine.”
“What could we use there?” Kenken wanted to know. “I can probably sing rock, yeah. Would that actually be interesting?” He made pouting expressions and gave up when Kouji took no notice of him.
“Silly. I didn’t mean that. I mean fanservice.”
“Oh.” Kenken knew that term. He remembered it mentioned during their Princess Princess D orientation. Fanservice was important. It was what attracted fans in the first place. He also knew that their pair, dubbed as the Silver Pair, should show a lot of fanservice. It looked like the Shishido/Ohtori pair was popular among the audience, considering they all squealed loudly during Hyoutei Myu even though Kouji was just tying Kenken’s shoestrings.
Kouji eyed Kenken warily when he moved closer. “What?” he asked, closing his magazine which did not provide any useful tip at all. “Have you thought of something?”
“Well,” Kenken said, prolonging the ‘e’ to a lazy drawl, “I was thinking we could just...you know, act natural.”
“Hm?”
Kenken crept closer and tugged Kouji’s collar. “I said we could act normally. Normally as in, like on a living room couch on a Saturday while watching my idol DVD.” That being said, Kenken leaned and gave Kouji a chaste kiss on the lips.
Kouji’s initial reaction was to open his eyes and check if the door was open. It wasn’t. “Idiot, don’t do that here!” he scolded Kenken. “Someone might come in!”
“Someone’s always coming in on us so why should we care now?” Kenken remarked and kept his hand on Kouji’s collar. “Since the issue is about being all over each other anyway.” He changed his position and knelt on the sofa to give Kouji another kiss, a longer one. This time, Kouji dropped his defenses and melted into the kiss.
As the drew apart to catch their breaths, Kouji managed to croak. “No way! Ueshima-san would kill us.”
“Well, we could make it a near-kiss, but that’s so Tezuka and Atobe,” Kenken explained. “So let’s just make it a real kiss then. We’ll just say it’s for erm...informative purposes.”
“Infomative like what?” Kouji asked, inching away from Kenken and leaning on the sofa’s armrest. “How to kiss or something?!”
Kenken thought for a while and shook his head. “Like...do you know why Shishido’s cap is worn that way?”
“Why?” Kouji felt the question leave his lips and he highly regretted it. He sort of knew what the answer was. “Ah...never mind. I...”
Kenken grinned and tacklde him, silencing him with another kiss. “It’s to make kissing easier, Kouji. Especially since Ohtori’s taller. Haven’t you thought of that?”
Kouji knew Kenken would insert kissing somewhere. This guy was a kissing whore. He would try kissing Kouji whenever opportunity came, in any place, time or number of spectators. “I don’t know if that’s the real reason,” he said, sitting up straight when Kenken let him go. “Don’t make excuses to kiss me. I mean...you can’t even explain why Ohtori always wears a white shirt instead of his Hyoutei uniform under his jersey.”
“Of course I know the reason!” Kenken said with much confidence. He crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s because the Hyoutei uniform becomes dirty even before practice.”
“Why would...” Kouji suddenly realized the reason behind Kenken’s stupid smirk. He playfully threw a small stuffed toy (owned by someone) at Kenken. “Idiot!” He thought of other questions to make Kenken admit defeat. “Then...why is Shishido always rugged-looking during practice?”
“Because...he and Ohtori like it rough?” After another toy was thrown at him, he laughed and changed his answer. “Well, maybe it’s from the too much running. Or training.” It was his turn to ask. “Then my turn. Why is Ohtori’s hair white?”
“I-I don’t know...”
Kenken grinned and menacingly held Kouji’s hands. “Oi! Oi! Come up with a creative answer!”
“I don’t know!” Kouji said amidst fits of giggles. Kenken started tickling him and did not stop even if they both fell on the linoleum-covered floor. “STOP!”
“NO! Tell me a good reason!”
Kouji couldn’t barely speak from laughing too hard. “I said I don’t know!” he interjected and tried tickling Kenken back. He pinpointed Kenken’s ticklish spots, and soon, both of them were rolling on the floor, their legs knocking chairs over.
“I wonder if Kenken and Kouji-kun’s planned adlib is a roll in the hay,” someone asked loudly from the doorway. Both Kenken and Kouji looked up and saw Shirota standing by the now-open door, hands on his waist. Behind him, Aiba was sipping some chocolate drink with a straw, his cheeks slightly flushed from witnessing the little scene.
Kouji quickly got up from his position on the floor and dusted his clothes, refusing to meet Shirota’s eyes. Kenken sat up but did not panic, though. “And what’s it to you if we make out on stage?” he challenged, smirking at Shirota, not minding Kouji’s dagger stares on his back.
Shirota crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, I would mind because that is my and Aiba-chan’s plan. And if you steal it...OW!” He bent down to caress his leg. Aiba must have kicked him.
“What are you guys doing here anyway?” Kouji shyly asked as he straightened the room. “Lunch break isn’t over yet.”
“Ah that!” Shirota came in and made himself welcome. Aiba followed him, holding onto the hem of his shirt, as if afraid to be accused of snooping on the other two. “We’re going to check our mail in Takumi-san’s laptop.”
Kouji and Kenken sat back on the sofa and watched the other two sit down in front of the laptop. As Kouji picked his discarded magazine again, he felt Kenken’s fingers dancing on his nape. “Kenta-kun!” he urgently whispered. Kenken merely grinned and continued to let his fingers go wherever they can reach.
“Oh, Aiba-chan. You’ve got a free coupon of half a dozen of Victoria Secret Underwear! Let’s go...OUCH!”
“Shut up! You’re supposed to delete spam, not entertain them!”
“Oh, you have that Viagra ad, too! I have, like...tons of these...”
“Just delete it!”
As Shirota and Aiba fought over which e-mail to delete and which to keep (including Shirota whining about Nagayan’s email to Aiba), Kouji sighed with relief. It was good they’re busy, since Kenken’s starting to let his fingers wander near Kouji’s waist.
Sending another glare to Kenken’s direction (and earning a grin from him because Kenken knew Kouji wouldn’t throw a fit with other peopel around), Kouji realized he knew why Ohtori’s hair is white.
His hair turned white from worrying about Shishido and his pranks.
The day ended with none of them actually able to plan anything. Shirota cheered them all up, saying the script will just come naturally.
And he was probably right...for reasons known only to each of them.
END
YAY~ I'm done? LOL. ^^. Thanks guys for reading <3333
~ nikki
Title: Reasons for Everything
By: nikki hiiragizawa
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis slash
Pairing: Kamakari/Date (main)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: general
Disclaimer: The TeniMyu actors are under Marvelous Entertainment and their respective individual agencies. This fic was written for entertainment purposes only and the writer is in no way connected to or affiliated with the actors or their companies. All circumstances here, no matter how similar to true events, are just products of the writer's imagination and did not or will not happen in real life. (If I own them they’d all be gay. Really.)
Fingers continuously drummed on wooden surfaces. Feet tapped on the linoleum. There were some head-scratching, whistling and tsk-ing and occasionally, arguments delivered softly between the actors.
A while ago, Ueshima-sensei had instructed everyone to come up with ad-libs they were to use in the upcoming musical. The director-choreographer did not want to suggest anything. He firmly said that the ad-libs should come from the actors themselves and that they should ‘research’ more on their characters.
“Wow, Tezuka/Fuji fanart that’s porn,” Wada said in awe as he opened the image in another window. Someone (probably from Hyoutei) brought his laptop and the actors did not bother knowing who the owner was as they all flocked before the little screen, trying to find out if they could learn anything by typing in their characters’ names in a search engine. The first thing they saw when they typed in ‘Tenipuri’ was the fanart site with tons of Tezuka and Fuji smut.
“Stop that, Ma-kun,” Aiba said, annoyed, as he fiddled with his belt. “You don’t have to show it to everyone.”
Adachi came over to take a peek. “Ehh? They’re just kissing? I’ve stumbled upon Shirotan and Aibacchi doing worse.” he was somehow ‘accidentally’ hit by a slipper, and knowingly, he slunk back to his seat by the door.
“But it’s fun!” Shirota interjected as his eyes stared at the pictures. “We could do this as part of the performance, you know.” Aiba wanted to kill him on the spot, but he relented when he saw the others laughing so hard. A sudden image of Shirota and him doing ‘that’ onstage mde him excuse himself and find something else to do...like eat.
The less dedicated actors who either could not think of anything to do for the adlibs or were just plain reluctant to act yaoish in front of the crowd soon left. Shirota wanted to surf the Internet more, after accidentally stumbling upon a Yahoo! Japan auction that sold Shirota/Aiba doujinshi, but Aiba dragged him towards the nearest convenience store by the ear. Only Kamakari and Date were left in the dressing room, with Kenken clicking random websites and Kouji humming to himself as they thought of stuff to do.
“I’m hungry,” Kenken complained as he finally gave up and sat beside Kouji on the rather beat-up sofa. He watched Kouji read through a music magazine. “I’m hungry,” he repeated, a little whiny this time.
Kouji looked up and made a face. “But you aren’t attending practice tomorrow. We need to come up with stuff to do now. I don’t want to lose face next rehearsal when Ueshima-san asks for our part.” He continued reading the magazine. “I’m trying to see if we could use something in this J-rock magazine.”
“What could we use there?” Kenken wanted to know. “I can probably sing rock, yeah. Would that actually be interesting?” He made pouting expressions and gave up when Kouji took no notice of him.
“Silly. I didn’t mean that. I mean fanservice.”
“Oh.” Kenken knew that term. He remembered it mentioned during their Princess Princess D orientation. Fanservice was important. It was what attracted fans in the first place. He also knew that their pair, dubbed as the Silver Pair, should show a lot of fanservice. It looked like the Shishido/Ohtori pair was popular among the audience, considering they all squealed loudly during Hyoutei Myu even though Kouji was just tying Kenken’s shoestrings.
Kouji eyed Kenken warily when he moved closer. “What?” he asked, closing his magazine which did not provide any useful tip at all. “Have you thought of something?”
“Well,” Kenken said, prolonging the ‘e’ to a lazy drawl, “I was thinking we could just...you know, act natural.”
“Hm?”
Kenken crept closer and tugged Kouji’s collar. “I said we could act normally. Normally as in, like on a living room couch on a Saturday while watching my idol DVD.” That being said, Kenken leaned and gave Kouji a chaste kiss on the lips.
Kouji’s initial reaction was to open his eyes and check if the door was open. It wasn’t. “Idiot, don’t do that here!” he scolded Kenken. “Someone might come in!”
“Someone’s always coming in on us so why should we care now?” Kenken remarked and kept his hand on Kouji’s collar. “Since the issue is about being all over each other anyway.” He changed his position and knelt on the sofa to give Kouji another kiss, a longer one. This time, Kouji dropped his defenses and melted into the kiss.
As the drew apart to catch their breaths, Kouji managed to croak. “No way! Ueshima-san would kill us.”
“Well, we could make it a near-kiss, but that’s so Tezuka and Atobe,” Kenken explained. “So let’s just make it a real kiss then. We’ll just say it’s for erm...informative purposes.”
“Infomative like what?” Kouji asked, inching away from Kenken and leaning on the sofa’s armrest. “How to kiss or something?!”
Kenken thought for a while and shook his head. “Like...do you know why Shishido’s cap is worn that way?”
“Why?” Kouji felt the question leave his lips and he highly regretted it. He sort of knew what the answer was. “Ah...never mind. I...”
Kenken grinned and tacklde him, silencing him with another kiss. “It’s to make kissing easier, Kouji. Especially since Ohtori’s taller. Haven’t you thought of that?”
Kouji knew Kenken would insert kissing somewhere. This guy was a kissing whore. He would try kissing Kouji whenever opportunity came, in any place, time or number of spectators. “I don’t know if that’s the real reason,” he said, sitting up straight when Kenken let him go. “Don’t make excuses to kiss me. I mean...you can’t even explain why Ohtori always wears a white shirt instead of his Hyoutei uniform under his jersey.”
“Of course I know the reason!” Kenken said with much confidence. He crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s because the Hyoutei uniform becomes dirty even before practice.”
“Why would...” Kouji suddenly realized the reason behind Kenken’s stupid smirk. He playfully threw a small stuffed toy (owned by someone) at Kenken. “Idiot!” He thought of other questions to make Kenken admit defeat. “Then...why is Shishido always rugged-looking during practice?”
“Because...he and Ohtori like it rough?” After another toy was thrown at him, he laughed and changed his answer. “Well, maybe it’s from the too much running. Or training.” It was his turn to ask. “Then my turn. Why is Ohtori’s hair white?”
“I-I don’t know...”
Kenken grinned and menacingly held Kouji’s hands. “Oi! Oi! Come up with a creative answer!”
“I don’t know!” Kouji said amidst fits of giggles. Kenken started tickling him and did not stop even if they both fell on the linoleum-covered floor. “STOP!”
“NO! Tell me a good reason!”
Kouji couldn’t barely speak from laughing too hard. “I said I don’t know!” he interjected and tried tickling Kenken back. He pinpointed Kenken’s ticklish spots, and soon, both of them were rolling on the floor, their legs knocking chairs over.
“I wonder if Kenken and Kouji-kun’s planned adlib is a roll in the hay,” someone asked loudly from the doorway. Both Kenken and Kouji looked up and saw Shirota standing by the now-open door, hands on his waist. Behind him, Aiba was sipping some chocolate drink with a straw, his cheeks slightly flushed from witnessing the little scene.
Kouji quickly got up from his position on the floor and dusted his clothes, refusing to meet Shirota’s eyes. Kenken sat up but did not panic, though. “And what’s it to you if we make out on stage?” he challenged, smirking at Shirota, not minding Kouji’s dagger stares on his back.
Shirota crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, I would mind because that is my and Aiba-chan’s plan. And if you steal it...OW!” He bent down to caress his leg. Aiba must have kicked him.
“What are you guys doing here anyway?” Kouji shyly asked as he straightened the room. “Lunch break isn’t over yet.”
“Ah that!” Shirota came in and made himself welcome. Aiba followed him, holding onto the hem of his shirt, as if afraid to be accused of snooping on the other two. “We’re going to check our mail in Takumi-san’s laptop.”
Kouji and Kenken sat back on the sofa and watched the other two sit down in front of the laptop. As Kouji picked his discarded magazine again, he felt Kenken’s fingers dancing on his nape. “Kenta-kun!” he urgently whispered. Kenken merely grinned and continued to let his fingers go wherever they can reach.
“Oh, Aiba-chan. You’ve got a free coupon of half a dozen of Victoria Secret Underwear! Let’s go...OUCH!”
“Shut up! You’re supposed to delete spam, not entertain them!”
“Oh, you have that Viagra ad, too! I have, like...tons of these...”
“Just delete it!”
As Shirota and Aiba fought over which e-mail to delete and which to keep (including Shirota whining about Nagayan’s email to Aiba), Kouji sighed with relief. It was good they’re busy, since Kenken’s starting to let his fingers wander near Kouji’s waist.
Sending another glare to Kenken’s direction (and earning a grin from him because Kenken knew Kouji wouldn’t throw a fit with other peopel around), Kouji realized he knew why Ohtori’s hair is white.
His hair turned white from worrying about Shishido and his pranks.
The day ended with none of them actually able to plan anything. Shirota cheered them all up, saying the script will just come naturally.
And he was probably right...for reasons known only to each of them.
END
YAY~ I'm done? LOL. ^^. Thanks guys for reading <3333
~ nikki