Ink and Eyeliner
Ah, so it appears I've been the target of senseless vandalism! Nice work, jackass. Shall I go out on a limb and assume it's the person who resorted to personal attacks and threats in their Wikipedia vandalism? Well, I'll be kind. I won't point fingers (or post links).
ANYWAY.
I wrote something today, something that was intended to be short, just so I could remember what it's like to finish something. It turned into something a little longer than I expected, and nothing special, but I'm still glad I wrote it.
NEWS. Tattoos. Shige abuse. Why do I write these things again?
Pairing: Vague suggestions of RyoxTegoshi, I guess
Rating: PG for Ryo being Ryo, and Shige abuse (poor thing)
Summary: Tegoshi doesn't want to be the baby of the group anymore, but his idea for a solution may not be the best of all possible choices.
Additional Notes: I don't even know anymore. v.v;;
Ink and Eyeliner
"I want a tattoo," Tegoshi announced.
Massu fell off his chair, Koyama choked on his drink, Shige's jaw dropped, and Ryo and Yamapi just stared.
"You what?" someone finally managed, but everyone was still too stunned to pay any attention to the identity of the speaker.
"I want a tattoo!" Tegoshi reiterated persistently, and Massu groaned as if the world was ending. "I'm sick of everyone looking at me as the baby of the group--"
"You are the youngest," Shige reasoned, being the first to collect himself.
"Shut up," Tego replied, uncharacteristically curt, and frowned. Shige's mouth snapped shut in response, his eyes wide, and anyone else who was thinking of contributing to the discussion immediately thought better of it. Shige's lower lip quivered.
"I want people to stop thinking of me as the sweet, cute, innocent little kid," Tegoshi continued. "So. I want a tattoo."
"That's no reason to make Shige cry," Ryo remarked, folding his arms across his chest, leaning back, and shooting Tegoshi a long 'I'm-Nishikido-Ryo-and-as-such-you-have-no-idea-what-I'm-thinking-but-you-know-it-can't-be-good' look. "Good work on that, by the way."
"I'm not crying," Shige shot back, frowning.
"Nobody asked you, spazz," Ryo returned cheerfully.
Koyama patted Shige's arm in a way that was probably supposed to be comforting, but was just awkward to watch. Shige pouted.
"Hey! Attention here!" Tegoshi exclaimed, waving both hands to draw attention to himself and pouting in a way the others would have considered adorable if they weren't fearing for his sanity.
"What do you want?" Yamapi asked suddenly.
"Attention!" Tegoshi wailed, scrunching his eyes shut and flapping his arms like an impatient toddler.
"Not what I meant. Your tattoo. What do you want?" Pi explained, tilting his head and blinking owlishly.
"Um." Tego's arms fluttered to his sides as he blinked back. "I hadn't really thought about that, uh, yet."
"You should get an armband!" Yamapi exclaimed immediately. "Something tribal. Ooh, or barbed wire!"
"Pi, I don't think--" Massu warned, but Yamapi would not be silenced.
"Kanji on your neck? Wings on your back! Oh, I've got it! You should get a heart on your arm that says Mom!" Pi paused to grin deviously. "No, no, you should get a heart that says Yamashita--"
"Yamashita!" Tegoshi echoed angrily, folding his arms and glaring. He looked about as threatening as a baby bunny. "You are not very funny!"
"You lie!" Yamapi cackled. "I'm hilarious!"
"Have you at least decided where you want it?" Ryo asked, still in his former posture, his tone the same as if the words had been a threat or insult.
"Well," Tegoshi faltered, his frown deepening, "No, I hadn't really thought about--"
"Because you'll basically be deciding which bit of skin you'll be keeping covered for the rest of your professional career," Ryo continued as if Tegoshi had never spoken, adding a significant glare. When nobody said anything, unsure of exactly what to say, he added an exasperated sigh and, "Look, do I have to drag Subaru in here and have him explain it to you?"
"Oh!" Koyama jumped in his seat as if the monosyllable had given him a shock upon its vocalization. He blinked. "You should get it on your eyelid."
Everyone stared.
"Then you could wear an eye patch," he clarified. "Tegoshi ga sayaendou."
"Oiratachi marude sayaendou, you mean," Shige corrected, trying to look like he was rubbing a smudge from the left lens of his glasses as he actually wiped his eyes quickly.
"I stand by what I said," Koyama decided, giving Shige a playful but unexpected shove. Shige fell off his chair and onto the floor.
"That was uncalled for!" he exclaimed indignantly.
"That was unintentional!" Koyama replied apologetically.
"You know." Ryo pushed himself to his feet, eyes on the floor as he meandered over to where Tegoshi stood. He placed one hand on the younger boy's head. "If you got a tattoo, you'd probably regret it. No, you'd definitely regret it."
"Will not," Tegoshi grumbled, doing his best to glare from the position he was in.
"Will too," Ryo countered in a voice that strongly implied he was not to be disagreed with. "Not only will it probably end up looking stupid and get you in all kinds of trouble with Johnny, it'll be with you forever. Forever. You know, like the time it takes for Yamashita to go through Daite Senorita? Only longer."
"Hey!" Pi exclaimed indignantly. "That's a good song and you know it--"
"Shut up, not talking to you," Ryo dismissed quickly, and Yamapi scowled. "Not only will it be there even after you stop thinking it's all cool or whatever," Ryo resumed, "it'll hurt. A lot."
Tegoshi frowned. He wasn't very good with pain.
In a single fluid movement so fast no one realized what had happened until it was over, Ryo crossed to Koyama, seized his (luckily empty) soda can, and whipped it at Shige's head, hitting him directly on the right temple. Shige collapsed on the floor with wails of "Owww~!" and "Ryo, you jerk~!"
Turning back to Tego, Ryo said quite seriously, "It'll hurt more than that."
Tegoshi blinked, then stared. That had appeared to hurt a great deal. He considered rethinking the whole business...
"You know," Ryo repeated in an amiable tone, clapping his hand down on Tegoshi's shoulder, "if you want to be all deep and mysterious and whatever, why don't you just do what normal people do and wear lots of eyeliner and write bad poetry?"
Tegoshi stared at Ryo. Eyeliner. That sounded painless, to say the least. Bad poetry? He could manage that.
"We'll see," he replied noncommittally, frowning, turning, and exiting the room.
"Ryo," Massu said, blinking, as if he wasn't sure where he was going to go from there. "That was... uncharacteristically human of you."
Ryo scowled. "Don't think I'll be making a habit of it," he warned. His expression cleared as he stretched his arms above his head, locking his fingers. "Just making sure nobody marks up my Tegoshi."
Massu gaped. "Your Tegoshi?"
"Our Tegoshi," Ryo amended absently. "NEWS' Tegoshi. Everyone's Tegoshi. Whatever."
Everyone watched Ryo's form in shock as he left the room. Massu turned to the others.
"Did he just say what I think he...?"
Shige rubbed at his temple. "Yeah, think so."
"Well." Massu folded his arms and frowned. "I don't think I like that very much."
"Tegoshi in eyeliner," Yamapi said suddenly, and Massu started.
"Fine," he admitted. "Maybe I like it a little."
And everyone agreed that was a good position to take.
<3?
ANYWAY.
I wrote something today, something that was intended to be short, just so I could remember what it's like to finish something. It turned into something a little longer than I expected, and nothing special, but I'm still glad I wrote it.
NEWS. Tattoos. Shige abuse. Why do I write these things again?
Pairing: Vague suggestions of RyoxTegoshi, I guess
Rating: PG for Ryo being Ryo, and Shige abuse (poor thing)
Summary: Tegoshi doesn't want to be the baby of the group anymore, but his idea for a solution may not be the best of all possible choices.
Additional Notes: I don't even know anymore. v.v;;
Ink and Eyeliner
"I want a tattoo," Tegoshi announced.
Massu fell off his chair, Koyama choked on his drink, Shige's jaw dropped, and Ryo and Yamapi just stared.
"You what?" someone finally managed, but everyone was still too stunned to pay any attention to the identity of the speaker.
"I want a tattoo!" Tegoshi reiterated persistently, and Massu groaned as if the world was ending. "I'm sick of everyone looking at me as the baby of the group--"
"You are the youngest," Shige reasoned, being the first to collect himself.
"Shut up," Tego replied, uncharacteristically curt, and frowned. Shige's mouth snapped shut in response, his eyes wide, and anyone else who was thinking of contributing to the discussion immediately thought better of it. Shige's lower lip quivered.
"I want people to stop thinking of me as the sweet, cute, innocent little kid," Tegoshi continued. "So. I want a tattoo."
"That's no reason to make Shige cry," Ryo remarked, folding his arms across his chest, leaning back, and shooting Tegoshi a long 'I'm-Nishikido-Ryo-and-as-such-you-have-no-idea-what-I'm-thinking-but-you-know-it-can't-be-good' look. "Good work on that, by the way."
"I'm not crying," Shige shot back, frowning.
"Nobody asked you, spazz," Ryo returned cheerfully.
Koyama patted Shige's arm in a way that was probably supposed to be comforting, but was just awkward to watch. Shige pouted.
"Hey! Attention here!" Tegoshi exclaimed, waving both hands to draw attention to himself and pouting in a way the others would have considered adorable if they weren't fearing for his sanity.
"What do you want?" Yamapi asked suddenly.
"Attention!" Tegoshi wailed, scrunching his eyes shut and flapping his arms like an impatient toddler.
"Not what I meant. Your tattoo. What do you want?" Pi explained, tilting his head and blinking owlishly.
"Um." Tego's arms fluttered to his sides as he blinked back. "I hadn't really thought about that, uh, yet."
"You should get an armband!" Yamapi exclaimed immediately. "Something tribal. Ooh, or barbed wire!"
"Pi, I don't think--" Massu warned, but Yamapi would not be silenced.
"Kanji on your neck? Wings on your back! Oh, I've got it! You should get a heart on your arm that says Mom!" Pi paused to grin deviously. "No, no, you should get a heart that says Yamashita--"
"Yamashita!" Tegoshi echoed angrily, folding his arms and glaring. He looked about as threatening as a baby bunny. "You are not very funny!"
"You lie!" Yamapi cackled. "I'm hilarious!"
"Have you at least decided where you want it?" Ryo asked, still in his former posture, his tone the same as if the words had been a threat or insult.
"Well," Tegoshi faltered, his frown deepening, "No, I hadn't really thought about--"
"Because you'll basically be deciding which bit of skin you'll be keeping covered for the rest of your professional career," Ryo continued as if Tegoshi had never spoken, adding a significant glare. When nobody said anything, unsure of exactly what to say, he added an exasperated sigh and, "Look, do I have to drag Subaru in here and have him explain it to you?"
"Oh!" Koyama jumped in his seat as if the monosyllable had given him a shock upon its vocalization. He blinked. "You should get it on your eyelid."
Everyone stared.
"Then you could wear an eye patch," he clarified. "Tegoshi ga sayaendou."
"Oiratachi marude sayaendou, you mean," Shige corrected, trying to look like he was rubbing a smudge from the left lens of his glasses as he actually wiped his eyes quickly.
"I stand by what I said," Koyama decided, giving Shige a playful but unexpected shove. Shige fell off his chair and onto the floor.
"That was uncalled for!" he exclaimed indignantly.
"That was unintentional!" Koyama replied apologetically.
"You know." Ryo pushed himself to his feet, eyes on the floor as he meandered over to where Tegoshi stood. He placed one hand on the younger boy's head. "If you got a tattoo, you'd probably regret it. No, you'd definitely regret it."
"Will not," Tegoshi grumbled, doing his best to glare from the position he was in.
"Will too," Ryo countered in a voice that strongly implied he was not to be disagreed with. "Not only will it probably end up looking stupid and get you in all kinds of trouble with Johnny, it'll be with you forever. Forever. You know, like the time it takes for Yamashita to go through Daite Senorita? Only longer."
"Hey!" Pi exclaimed indignantly. "That's a good song and you know it--"
"Shut up, not talking to you," Ryo dismissed quickly, and Yamapi scowled. "Not only will it be there even after you stop thinking it's all cool or whatever," Ryo resumed, "it'll hurt. A lot."
Tegoshi frowned. He wasn't very good with pain.
In a single fluid movement so fast no one realized what had happened until it was over, Ryo crossed to Koyama, seized his (luckily empty) soda can, and whipped it at Shige's head, hitting him directly on the right temple. Shige collapsed on the floor with wails of "Owww~!" and "Ryo, you jerk~!"
Turning back to Tego, Ryo said quite seriously, "It'll hurt more than that."
Tegoshi blinked, then stared. That had appeared to hurt a great deal. He considered rethinking the whole business...
"You know," Ryo repeated in an amiable tone, clapping his hand down on Tegoshi's shoulder, "if you want to be all deep and mysterious and whatever, why don't you just do what normal people do and wear lots of eyeliner and write bad poetry?"
Tegoshi stared at Ryo. Eyeliner. That sounded painless, to say the least. Bad poetry? He could manage that.
"We'll see," he replied noncommittally, frowning, turning, and exiting the room.
"Ryo," Massu said, blinking, as if he wasn't sure where he was going to go from there. "That was... uncharacteristically human of you."
Ryo scowled. "Don't think I'll be making a habit of it," he warned. His expression cleared as he stretched his arms above his head, locking his fingers. "Just making sure nobody marks up my Tegoshi."
Massu gaped. "Your Tegoshi?"
"Our Tegoshi," Ryo amended absently. "NEWS' Tegoshi. Everyone's Tegoshi. Whatever."
Everyone watched Ryo's form in shock as he left the room. Massu turned to the others.
"Did he just say what I think he...?"
Shige rubbed at his temple. "Yeah, think so."
"Well." Massu folded his arms and frowned. "I don't think I like that very much."
"Tegoshi in eyeliner," Yamapi said suddenly, and Massu started.
"Fine," he admitted. "Maybe I like it a little."
And everyone agreed that was a good position to take.
<3?