fencer_x | CHAAAALLENGE! Drabble Time!

Okay, I'm bored, and I want fic. Easy solution? Write it myself. Easier solution? Get you people to write for me :D

So, I decided to start an anonymous drabble request thread. How does this work? First, log out (believe me, it makes it more fun for everyone). Next, reply to this post with your drabble request.

1) What's a drabble?
>>A drabble is, traditionally, a short-story of exactly 100 words in length, but I'd like to be a little more flexible and say make it under 300 words. Of course you're WELCOME to go higher, but the point of this thread is to let people have some fun without any pressure to write a lot. Write 2 sentences, write a few sentences that aren't really connected (maybe like stream of consciousness or something), write a few paragraphs, whatever!

2) What do we put in the request?
>>I want to limit this to *pnish* fandom (and TutixNagayan by extension), because...that's what I'm in the mood for 8D Just request a pairing (or a single character even, or just a friendship fic, or two characters' completely platonic thoughts on one another--but be specific! Or else you may find yourself wanting an innocent Santies friendship fic and getting Eiji/Wasshi in the shower XD;;;). Also, I want to reiterate ANY PAIRING IS ACCEPTABLE, so don't be shy!

You should also request a little something extra to give whoever answers something to go on. For example, "Nagayan and Tuti, sharing their thoughts on Eiji and Daiki," or, "Daiki/Eiji, first time" :D Be as vague or specific as you want >)

Also, if you want to answer a drabble request, just reply anonymously to the request with your reply. I want to keep everything contained here, and as anonymous as possible (of course if you feel like revealing yourself you're welcome to, but it's more fun this way, I think!) You never know who's going to request what and who's going to reply, so GO WILD!

Haven't had the guts to post your own fic before? Use this as some fun practice! No one knows who's doing it, it's all about getting the chance to get your fantasies granted! Now, I'm fully expecting to get a lot of requests, and realize replies may be harder to come by, but give it a shot! If you write a request, think about replying to one, too! You can get as many replies to your request as you want, and can reply to as many other requests as you want, too! The sky's the limit!

Now get crackin'!

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From: (Anonymous)

...they're on a trip in the mountains. There's only enough water for one shower. It's just the two of them, and they both stink. What do they do??

Naturally, they're men about it. Definitely not attracted to eachother. Definitely not at all. And they're definitely not going to touch accidentally.
...are they?

From: (Anonymous)

The water was icy cold, and little Eiji was, well... little. This couldn't get any more embarrassing.

"Don't look!"

"I'm not looking."

Wasshi had better not be looking. It was awkward enough sharing the same tiny shower stall without having to worry about his friend catching sight of... well, what little there was to currently catch sight of between his legs.

"Hand me the soap."

He hated smelling like sweat. After climbing all morning and all afternoon Eiji could feel the dirt embedded in his skin like tattoo ink. It wasn't fair that Wasshi didn't stink at all. He just smelled like the mountains and pine trees and warm sunshine and Eiji hated that their shoulders kept bumping as they washed.

Little Eiji seemed to feel differently however.

The cold water helped. A little.

A soapy hand touched his hip, warm fingers contrasting to the frigid water. Eiji swayed on his feet. How could he have never noticed this before? The strength Wasshi showed today, the joy, the determination, it had been... captivating.

But could he... did Wasshi feel it too?

"Hey Eiji? You done with the soap?"

Cold water only went so far. An oblivious friend took care of the rest.

From: (Anonymous)

It wasn't fair that Wasshi didn't stink at all. He just smelled like the mountains and pine trees and warm sunshine and Eiji hated that their shoulders kept bumping as they washed.

Fabulous. Simply fabulous. *lmfao*

From: (Anonymous)

"I can't believe you actually want me to do this."

"Oh come on, just think of it like a public bath!"

"But public baths are generally big enough for more than one person."

"Well if you really want to stay all stinky and gross..."

With a heavy sigh, Wasshi finally subsided and shed his clothes, motivated by the promise of hot water and a clean body. Of course, he admitted to himself, the sight of Eiji's already half naked body was motivational in its own right.

Eiji turned the water on, giving it a minute to warm up as they stood together under the cold spray, all sweat and dirt and flushed cheeks and oh god, did they just bump hips?

Wasshi scooted away, as much as he could in the tiny shower stall, and handed his friend the soap. Studying the cracks in the bathroom tile sure was interesting. Definitely more interesting than a naked, soapy Eiji. But just to be sure, he figured he had better take just a quick little peek...

"Aha! I knew you'd look!" Eiji crowed, looking altogether too smug.

Wasshi, for his part, flushed and sputtered before finally finding his words. "You're looking too!"

Eiji nodded. And smirked.

Wasshi arched a brow. And grinned.

And Eiji dropped the soap.

From: (Anonymous)

I've got multiple requests, and they'll stem from one word or a phrase that is the theme/subject for the drabble:

EijixDaiki: "Half a can of hair spray"

TutixNagayan: "Potted plants"

Tuti and Eiji: "Flowers for the boys"

EijixDaiki: "Wife"

Tuti and Wasshi: "High-kick"

TutixNagayan: "Headcold"

EijixDaiki: "Sheets on the floor"

Hopefully that's not too crazy. XD

From: (Anonymous)

"And you wonder why I don't ask you to pet-sit for me anymore." Tuti flinched, despite the fact that there hadn't been any malice in Takashi's blunt statement, only wondering mirth.

"It's just...I dunno, it was fine a few days ago, and..." Tuti gestured to the evidence and sighed, scratching the back of his head feebly before running a hand through his already-messy hair. Weren't gay men supposed to have inherently green thumbs? His mother had given him this plant, too! "I don't understand what happened--I must've given it two or three of those little Miracle-gro packages a day, I watered it at every meal I made it home for, I put on some music when I had late rehearsals..."

Takashi raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like you gave the thing more attention than you give me." He wasn't jealous of a houseplant, definitely not. The statement, though, only seemed to serve to make Tuti crumple even further in on himself, and Takashi couldn't help but take pity, sidling over to the corner where the latest victim in Tuti's ongoing quest to make the apartment more homey sat, dry and decaying. "Maybe you're just not...you know, ready for that kind of commitment. A houseplant is a lot of responsibility."

Tuti gave him a withering look, which only made Takashi smile even more. "It was a cactus, Takashi. A cactus. Do you realize what that means?" Takashi waited for the inevitable continuation. "I am less nurturing than a desert."

Smile widening, Takashi made his way back over to his boyfriend, bringing his arms up to wrap around Tuti's neck and pull him closer. "Now, Tuti, we've got three wonderful children--what would make you think a thing like that?" Tuti rolled his eyes and turned his gaze off to the side, confident this would render him immune to Takashi's patronizing. "Come on, it's not that big a deal--post about it, you usually feel better after you whine online."

"I don't whine," Tuti whined.

Takashi was pulling him towards the door, though. "Let's go--we'll buy you something plastic next time. Or how about a Chia pet?"

[note: apologies to Demetri Martin for Tuti stealing his quote :D]

From: (Anonymous)

I was laughing so hard I about cried when I got to the Demetri Martin quote. Made of WIN.

...I'm probably the only person on the planet who has succeded in killing a Chia Pet, huh?

From: (Anonymous)

He was nothing like Her.

He was all flat planes and bony shoulders, knobby knees and stubble in the mornings. She was smooth and full and perfect, silky hair and oh-so-demure. He was embarrassing at times, loud and obvious, petulant and demanding, while She was quiet but present, never one to be overlooked and always there when needed but never invading.

She was perfect, He was anything but.

But all of these differences He might have been able to deal with, save the one most important: She was the Wife. And He wasn't.

[note: well, it was supposed to be from one of the guys' POVs at first, but looking at it now, it could be either way really]

From: (Anonymous)

"Eh Daiki," Eiji called out, voice muffled through toothpaste froth and walls and it is only through true love that Daiki manages to make out what he is trying to say, "get me more hair spray, won't you?"

Daiki shot a scandalized look in the vicinity of the bathroom. "I just bought some last week!"

"It was two weeks ago," came the reply, and then a pause filled with the sound of teeth being cleaned, "And it's half empty now! I bet you use my hairspray!"

Daiki sighed into the morning papers. "Of course I do! It's there, isn't it! Plus, I bought it. Why do I furnish your bathroom for you? And it's still half full, Eiji."

The voice returned, clearer and filled with righteous indignance, "I refuse to hold debates about philosophical beliefs earlier than 10am in the morning. Anyway, just get me another can," there was a pause in which Daiki could picture Eiji double-checking his hair in the bathroom mirror, "I need it to look Sexy."

Daiki huffed, but the bathroom shelf found itself fuller with another can of hairspray.

From: (Anonymous)

‘Takashi, I’m sick!’

‘Tell me something I don’t know.’

Tuti threw the nearest thing to hand at his boyfriend and had the momentary satisfaction of seeing one of their collaboration shirts hitting him square in the face.

‘I mean it! I’m ill.’

‘Who stayed out till 2am last night?

‘That was Eiji’s fault.’

‘You always say that.’

‘It always is, I can’t let an old man hang out in bars by himself.’

‘That is the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard.’

Tuti paused for a moment but when Takashi still didn’t move he looked for something else to throw.

When a warm t-shirt that until thirty seconds ago had been covering Tuti’s torso hit Takashi’s arm, Takashi looked round.

Sprawled at the far end of the couch, shirtless and grinning, Tuti explained, ‘I think I’m running a temperature, you gonna look after me now?’

From: (Anonymous)

Eiji looked over at Daiki as he slept in the bed next to his in the small hotel room. By his estimates, Daiki had been asleep for at least two hours now, while Eiji had been stricken with an unpleasant bout of insomnia. So he was spending his time the best way he knew how; he was watching Daiki.

In all the times he had been around a sleeping Daiki - and there had been plenty - he had never paid particularly close attention to his friend's sleeping habits. Daiki was all over the bed when he slept, tugging at the sheets, twisting himself up in them, hugging his pillow and muttering nonsense.

It was strangely endearing, Eiji thought, that Daiki was almost as energetic in sleep as he was while awake. But as Daiki kicked almost violently at the covers, dragging them down to his slender waist, Eiji couldn't help but be thankful he was lying in the safety of his own bed. That boy was dangerous!

What seemed like a few minutes later, Eiji thought he heard his name being called. There was a pressure on the mattress next to him and he slowly opened one bleary eye to look up at the figure leaning over him.

"Eiji," Daiki whispered, voice sleepy and almost boyish - a combination few men in their twenties could execute so perfectly. "Eiji, I lost my sheets."

"Come on," Eiji replied, sliding over to the middle of the double bed, "you can sleep here."

Daiki crawled none too gracefully under the covers, pressing bony hips against Eiji's back and tangling their feet together. He slung one arm over his friend's side, twining fingers with the smaller hand that was already resting there. In minutes, he was asleep again, resting peacefully, and for the first time that night, so was Eiji.

From: (Anonymous)

Sano Mizuki or Besshi Keiichi; thoughts on Eiji/Daiki

Besshi and Daiki; trip to Osaka January 2006

Nagayan; haircuts

Yamashita Takashi (GAIN's tenchou...is this cheating?); collaborations or thoughts on Tuti/Nagayan

From: (Anonymous)

‘Your hair’s getting long.’

‘Huh?’

‘I said: your hair’s getting long. And untidy. Hadn’t you better get it cut?’

A shrug.

Nagayama twisted in his seat so that he could poke Tuti in the shoulder. ‘You listening to me?’

‘I always listen to you,’ Tuti told him, attention still focused on the screen of his cell phone.

Nagayama made a noise of disbelief and asked, ‘So when are you going to get it cut?’

‘When am I going to get what cut?’

‘Your hair.’

Another vague shrug, ‘There’s nothing wrong with it.’

‘Tuti...’ Nagayama paused, grinned and then leaned in to say softly into Tuti’s ears. ‘Its getting too long Tuti, I haven’t seen your forehead properly in weeks.’

Tuti’s cell phone stopped beeping. ‘I’ll make an appointment,’ he announced.

From: (Anonymous)

There were many ways Besshi had intended to spend this weekend and, if he were honest, those plans probably had all involved junk food, stupid photos and good company.

The bag of convenience store food lay on the table between himself and Daiki, who was busy submitting the photo he’d just taken of them to the *pnish* blog. Their silly conversation had slipped into a brief lull but it’d fire up again soon, spurred on by the numerous maps in Daiki’s bag and the usual raft of daft ideas they always managed to construct without any effort.

Yes, Besshi thought, he definitely recognised all the ingredients, but trust Daiki to throw in a few trains and a trip to Osaka to make life more interesting.

From: (Anonymous)

It wasn’t that he had anything against haircuts. It was just that, well, ever since he’d been away from the baseball club (which he knew was going on ten years or something now) he’d had this secret desire to just… grow out his hair as long as possible.

He knew it looked better at a decidedly shorter length than it was now. His manager, all his friends, and even his mom had shared this important knowledge with him, but… He just didn’t care. In the past, when he’d tried this as-long-as-possible experiment, he’d always been forced to stop for some reason. Some production would call for a more “tidy” look, or his manager would whine for long enough, arguing that it took more time and involved more work to style when it was like this, and he’d give in. At least that’s how it had always gone before. But this time…

Nagayan glanced into the mirror and tilted his head a little to get a better look at how the slightly damp ends curled against the base of his neck… This time he just didn’t care. He grinned. This time they’d just have to get used to it.

From: (Anonymous)

Something with Nagayan and his adorable niece; going shopping, going to the park, hanging out together with Tuti, anything!

From: (Anonymous)

"Ahh you dropped your mitten again? No wait, no, don't cry, it's okay, I'll put it on for you, come on", Takashi said while kneeling down to be on the same level as his niece. He took the offered pink and fluffy mitten and put it back on the little girl's hand.

Spending a day with a six-year-old was a lot harder than he had thought. Especially when his niece was just like him: full of energy, attention loving and demanding. She just couldn't play alone and let Takashi watch, no, he had to be part of her snowman making (luckily Takashi had a lot of experience in this). Though, there was a thing that made his day even rougher: having to endure another child (admittedly he was almost 30) with the same enthusiasm over snow as Takashi's niece.

..while speaking of the over-grown child, he had been awfully quiet for a while now. Takashi didn't have time to even look around when he felt something cold hit him on the back of his head. Takashi yelped and turned around to see Tuti laughing heartily to his stunt. He'd soon regret it though, since Takashi had backup forces in a form of his niece.

From: (Anonymous)

"Tsucchi-san..."

"Hn?" Tuti was watching Takashi from across the living room as he paid for the curry bentous the trio had ordered for dinner that evening, and only barely registered he was being spoken to. At an insistent tap to his arm, he jerked his head back around and looked down at the little girl beside him.

"Tsucchi-san, question."

"You want to ask me something?" She nodded fervently, but turned her attention back to the doll in her hands, continuing to brush the hair, her little face screwed up into a look so intent Tuti was confident she got it from her uncle. "Shoot."

"Are you'n Takashi gonna get married?"

Tuti coughed loudly, nearly choking on the swig of melon soda he'd taken a moment before, and after regaining use of his higher motor functions and waving off Takashi's concerned glance as he walked back over with their dinner, he finally managed a reply, "Wh--why would we do that?"

She shrugged, still intently brushing away. "Well you're mommy and daddy aren't you?"

"What?" Takashi joined in on the conversation now, unsurprisingly confused at jumping in halfway. "Who's a mommy and daddy?" He handed Tuti his level-10 spice bentou, then removed the children's portion for his niece. Eyeing his boyfriend suspiciously, he added, "What've you two been talking about? I was only gone for thirty seconds."

"Grandma told me only mommies and daddies kiss." She set the doll aside and took Takashi's proffered container gingerly. "So you're mommy and daddy, right?"

Collaborations and "children" aside... was Takashi's immediate thought, before he replied aloud, "Well--not just mommies and daddies kiss. Two people who really like each other kiss, but--" a panicked thought flitted through his mind, "--but you're not allowed to like people yet, so, ask your mommy before you kiss someone."

She smiled brightly and giggled before giving a firm nod, then began digging into her meal while Tuti prepared drinks for the group. Confident his niece was properly warned against kissing games for the time being, Takashi began eating as well, and wondered vaguely if he was going to be hearing of this matter again the next time he went home. Well, it was as good a time to come out to his family as any, right?

"Takashi?" came a little voice, questioning, and he looked over at the little girl. "Did you have to ask Grandma if you could kiss Tsucchi-san?"

From: (Anonymous)

‘I want candy, can’t have a fun day out without candy, do you want candy? Look, he’s selling some!’

The hand in Nagayama’s tightened its grip and pulled him towards the kiosk under a leafy tree where someone was indeed selling candy floss, toffee apples and other varieties of dental problems on a stick.

‘We’re gonna go on a decent ride next, right?’

‘What did you have in mind?’ Nagayama had to ask, watching the sweets disappear into an eager mouth that hadn’t appeared to stop smiling all day. It was sort of hypnotic really, but he couldn’t help wondering if maybe he’d have been better of buying a bag of sugar and a spoon at the supermarket on the way to the theme park.

Bouncing with energy that had been fuelled by more junk food than Nagayama cared to think about, his companion looked round until pointing to the biggest, scariest looking ride in the whole place.

‘That one!’

‘You sure?’

‘You think they won’t let me on?’

‘Well...’ there was no way to be diplomatic but Nagayama wasn’t given the chance, his charge, the one he’d been told very strictly he had to look after, was already dragging him towards the entrance.

It really wasn’t fair, Nagayama found himself thinking, why couldn’t Tuti be as easy to look after as his niece?

From: (Anonymous)

It was that look of completely innocent, unselfconscious trust that really did him in - when she would look up at him and smile brightly, her eyes shining. He’d always liked kids, had always kind of prided himself on being able to connect with them easily, on a level that most people his age found much more difficult - impossible, even. Sometimes he wondered if this meant he was immature, but on days like this, he knew that even if that was the case, it didn’t matter.

He hoped that he would never reach a point in his life where he couldn’t just have fun with her like this, where he couldn’t look her in the eye and completely understand what she was saying to him, even without a word spoken between them.

He wondered sometimes, if it would be different if she was his own, if there was something that happened between father and daughter or father and son to make this connection harder to achieve. He wondered if he’d ever have the chance to find that out. But mostly, he just loved this. He loved her, and he loved being able to spend time with her like this, the sky wide and blue above their heads, the leaves crunching under their feet, the air crisp and clear.

He liked the person he became when he was with her - someone who was spontaneous and carefree and completely alive, and he wondered if maybe this was why people had children, because they wanted to experience this over and over again. It sounded really nice to him, to be honest. A little hopelessly idealistic too, he thought with a smile, but mostly just nice.

From: (Anonymous)

Ever so slowly, Nagayan pushed open the door to his bedroom. He brought a single finger up to his smiling lips and the little girl at his side did the same, barely able to contain her giggles.

On bare feet they crept closer to the bed, avoiding errant shoes and books and magazines along the way. Like a lion on the hunt, they stalked their prey, almost giving away their location when said prey rolled over and made a sound suspiciously like Chewbacca.

Nagayan smiled down at the girl again and knelt next to her, whispering instructions. Only when he was certain she understood did they take their places at the side of the bed.

Though completely silent, their communication was flawless. Nagayan nodded and gave the signal, and with a cheerful squeal, his niece pounced on the bed, growling like some sort of adorable lion cub.

Tuti startled visibly, eyes opening wide as the little girl crawled over him and sat triumphantly upon his hip, grin stretching from ear to ear. "I caught him, Uncle Takashi!"

Nagayan laughed softly and clapped, finally crawling onto the bed himself. "You sure did! Good job."

Still recovering from the shock of being pounced in his sleep, Tuti ran a hand through his perpetually messy hair and rubbed at his face. "I didn't know we were entertaining a little jumping bean today." He smiled then, still shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, and reached up to tickle the girl in her sides.

"I told you about it last week," Nagayan explained, enjoying the sight of his boyfriend and niece engaged in some sort of full-fledged tickle fight. When the laughter finally subsided, he leaned in and stage whispered to the little girl, "Now see if you can get Uncle Tuti to make us breakfast."

At this, Tuti heaved a much put upon sigh and attempted to sit up. "Jeez, I get pounced on in my sleep and I have to make breakfast?" He caught Nagayan's eye and the two shared a warm smile and quite possibly a few unspoken promises. "You're so lucky I'm crazy about you."

From: (Anonymous)

TutixNagayan: Hair ruffling and/or ties

MoriDaiki: Pickup lines

TutixDaiki: Saint Seiya

Santies: Going out for drinks with the lucky winner.

From: (Anonymous)

"Na, Eiji...I was thinking..." Daiki trailed off. Moved to respond at the silence, Eiji glanced up from the sink into the mirror, face still dripping with the water he'd just splashed on himself at the close of his morning shave. Daiki had his back to him, fiddling with the stove as he tried to get it to light.

"There's a change." He waited just long enough to see Daiki turn and throw a nasty glance over his shoulder at the other man, before fishing his toothbrush from the medicine cabinet. "About what?"

"Well, it's about...your introduction." He picked through the meager contents of the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs of questionable quality.

"My what?"

"Introduction--you know, when we introduce ourselves on stage at shows?" Eiji frowned; he was quite familiar with the act--they'd been doing it for almost seven years now. Daiki continued, "You're getting a little...well, predictable."

Eiji laughed and smeared toothpaste over the brush bristles. "Are you saying that's a bad thing? The fans certainly seem to like it." He paused a moment, reminiscing about the response at their latest on, and in a squeaking falsetto added, "'Sexy~!'"

"That!" There was a bang as Daiki set a frying pan onto the burner with more force than necessary, and Eiji turned around, wide-eyed with a toothbrush hanging from his still-frothing mouth. Daiki's tone turned pleading as he stepped forward. "That--that pickup-line sounding introduction!"

Eiji started to respond, then quickly spit into the sink before continuing. "But--it's...tradition! It's not a pickup line. Everyone knows I'm sexy! I'm Sexy-chan!"

Daiki rolled his eyes and leaned against the bathroom doorjamb, crossing his arms and giving Eiji a look that said he could see right through the facade. "Eiji, you've gotta come up with better lines than that." Eiji turned away, finishing brushing his teeth while contemplating a nice long sulk. "It makes us look like, I dunno, like we're some looks-obsessed boy-band--"

"Not with your voice we're not."

Daiki smacked him across the back of his head for good measure, and tossed him a hand-towel to finish wiping his face. "Just lay off the pickup-lines in the opening dances, would you?"

"Hai, hai~" he responded obediently, pushing past Daiki out the door and flipping off the light. "Guess I'll have to find some new phrase to make you weak in the knees."

From: (Anonymous)

Tuti/Nagayan - Bad jokes and the importance of coffee in the morning.

Pnish - and their favourite sporting activities are...?

Eiji/Daiki - its a perfectly normal morning, they're sitting in a cafe when...

From: (Anonymous)

Somehow Takashi had gotten complete control of the futon in the middle of the night; Tuti found himself on the floor with half the blanket on his chest. He sat up slightly blurry-eyed, and stared around the room. The sun was rising outside, and Tuti-- clad only in boxers despite it being Feburary-- set off to turn on the coffee pot.

Takashi woke up about twenty minutes later, and appeared, wrapped in the blanket he'd hogged all night. His hair was an absolute mess-- he'd slept with hairspray in it-- and he didn't really look like he was seeing straight.

"Good morning, princess." Tuti chuckled, kissing Takashi on the forehead.

"Mmn." Takashi mumbled, leaning against him.

"You look like a palm tree, you know. Your hair."

"Mm-nn." Early morning translation: "Not funny."

The coffee pot beeped loudly, announcing that it had finished brewing. Takashi stumbled over to the counter on instinct, and began fumbling for the mugs, loosing the blanket along the way. Tuti chuckled and admired the view before going to retrieve a robe.

From: (Anonymous)

*losing

From: (Anonymous)

Takashi woke up to uncomfortably hard things poking him in the ribcage, and the sight of Tuti's knees. Normally, he would have just marvelled at the strange positions they got into sometimes while they slept, but the act that his head actually collided with said knees as he sat up this particular morning made it difficult for his thoughts to be so comfortably benign.

"Are you alright? Open your eyes! Look at me! Are you concussed? I think I have to check for pupil dilation. Follow my finger, Takashi!" Takashi wondered how every sentence managed to end with an exclamation mark, and decided it was probably a very copyrighted Tuti trait. "Do you need water? Do you need anything? Do you need a doctor?" Tuti also managed to sound very eager and delighted.

Takashi cracked an eye open, and shut it very quickly. “It’s very bright,” he moaned weakly, and went limp in Tuti’s arms.

“That would be my brilliance, or you could also call it the light bulb,” Tuti told him severely, “so you’re alright?”

“I’m not,” Takashi corrected, “I need coffee. Get me coffee. You owe me that much at least.”

There was a low chuckle and Takashi felt a warm weight slide into the space beside him. “I don’t owe you anything. Perhaps you do have a concussion. I’ll stay in bed all day with you instead.”

“You can’t, we have rehearsals,” Takashi pointed out helpfully, “and you’re all sweaty! I do not allow men who use me as an anchor for their feet as they do sit-ups into my bed!”

Takashi could not see Tuti’s face, but he felt his nose press into his shoulder for a brief moment, before the figure settled next to him turned into footsteps slowly padding out of the room and down the hall.

Takashi decided to wake up twenty minutes later, to give Tuti some time to prepare something in apology. Takashi rather liked surprises. Maybe Tuti would have a steaming cup of coffee and a long breakfast kiss waiting for him. That would be nice, Takashi thought, toes tingling in anticipation, it would be the proper way to start off a day.

So he dragged himself up, and walked into the kitchen, fully expecting caffeine and Tuti, but upon finding neither, began to question if Tuti was upset. A prickling, uneasy feeling grew within the pit of his stomach. He pushed it away, firmly telling himself that Tuti knew him better than that, but still, he cast an eye over the kitchen, comforted by the silent signs that indicated to the expert eye that Tuti slept over at his place three nights out of five. Tuti had his own set of cutlery and the refrigerator was stocked with his favourite drinks and flyers for shows he was interested in invariably ended up spread over the kitchen table, taking up an obnoxious amount of space. The toothpaste was always used up twice or thrice as fast because, direct quote, “I have a big mouth!” and in recent years, Takashi has found that his closet space has been decreasing, hanger by hanger stealthily being filled up with loud shirts he would never wear, but he doesn’t want that to change, he doesn’t want all these to change.

Takashi quickly got dressed, cell-phone always clutched in his hand or in his line of sight, in the hopes that he would get a message from Tuti—anything, because it felt cold and awkward, and he didn’t like it, he didn’t like feeling guilty, he didn’t like it when Tuti didn’t manage to catch his hidden meanings, though that was okay, because Tuti couldn’t read his mind, but he didn’t like hurting Tuti, not one bit. He thought about it, he’d probably sounded annoyed and barbed, no wonder Tuti had left so abruptly.

He felt a headache coming on, hand fisted around his phone, he unlocked the door and nearly missed the cup of coffee standing innocently on the floor of the corridor before him. A warm feeling spread through his body, curling somewhere around the base of his spine, as he locked the door behind him.

Takashi brought his hand out of his pocket and picked up the coffee, spreading his fingers and pasting his palm flat against the thin exterior, and as he took the first luke-warm sip, read the note weighted under it.

From: (Anonymous)

“Bet you didn’t expect this!” it read, and suddenly, in a corner of the stairwell, the sweet taste of coffee was replaced by a tongue tasting briefly of mint, and in a break to catch breath, Takashi breathed to Tuti, “Don’t think this means you’re off the hook,” and the early morning sun lit his hair golden, and Takashi grabs his shoulders in for another kiss.

uh, the bad jokes were so ashamed of themselves that they ran away. *nods*

From: (Anonymous)

It's a perfectly normal morning and their sitting in a corner café when the first wave of missiles strike the heart of Tokyo. The destruction is catastrophic and explosively instant, and Daiki and Eiji are thrown off their chairs by the blast and buried under the floors of concrete that fall crashing on their heads.

When Daiki wakes its dark, his head hurts, his lungs are choked with dust, and Eiji is lying unconscious beside him, his leg pinned under one of the support beams that also saved their lives. They manage to pull Eiji free and crawl through the rubble on scratched palms and raw fingertips, moving aside bodies and broken furniture alike. When they emerge the air is rife with smoke from fires and there's blood everywhere, on Daiki's head, on Eiji's leg, on the sidewalk and on cars and on the tattered pieces of clothing caught under debris.

Their cell phones don't work. Eiji's is broken anyway. Daiki half carries Eiji as they walk the rubble strewn road, the blood from his leg leaving a dark trail in their wake. They make it to Daiki's apartment and find a flattened field of rebar and glass and concrete that stretches for miles toward the horizon.

Daiki turns them silently and heads away from the explosions they can still hear going off in the distance.

They find more survivors.

Eiji's leg is saved by a doctor but his gait becomes permanently hindered by a severe limp. Daiki joins the search parties while Eiji recovers, helping to locate children and the elderly and those trapped in places overlooked. Weeks pass. No more bombs fall on Tokyo but the state of the world is unknown. No one brings news and no one knows anything for sure anymore. The world of stage and the theater seems lifetimes away when water must be rationed, food divided, and grim sacrifices made.

Daiki and Eiji stop looking for familiar faces among the countless buried bodies and the few new survivors that steadily find their way to them. They remember, and that is all they can do.

From: (Anonymous)

Nagayan and Daiki having a girls' night together.

From: (Anonymous)

"So when is Tsuchiya going to be able to convince you to do a show with us?" Daiki took another draw on the beer he had in his hand, using the other to swipe the final gyouza from the plate between the two men. "It's a good couple of years now..."

Takashi gave him a Look, and Daiki had the sudden sinking feeling he knew how Tsuchiya felt when on the wrong end of this glare now. "Don't think--" Takashi pointed an accusing finger at *pnish*'s leader, "--that you can just change the subject and I'll forget about the mess you made of that announcement at the end of the show. I saw that." Daiki gulped, and in the moment his guard was dropped Takashi reached forward and relieved him of the piece of gyouza still hanging from his chopsticks, popping it in his own mouth.

"It was an honest mistake! I just--you know me, I open my mouth and talk without thinking."

Takashi snorted--that was news to him. "I know that, Daiki-chan, but come on! Standing up there in front of 300 people and saying Tuti and I were dating--"

"I corrected myself!" Daiki snapped in his defense, pouting as he reached for his beer and took an angry swig. "Besides--half the people there weren't paying attention to me anyways, and the other half couldn't understand me because I got so tongue-tied. I guarantee you it'll never come up again."

"Never come up again, huh..." Takashi cursed under his breath and tossed the card aside--it was the fifth one in today's pile, and he'd only been sorting for a few minutes. It wasn't uncommon for him to have fans who also happened to like *pnish*. It wasn't even uncommon for him to have fans who also happened to be fans of just Tuti's--they'd been in TeniMyu together, which was quite popular in its own right.

But Takashi drew the line when they started sending him pink and yellow cards and matching clothing. That was it--the last straw.

He reached over to his desk and grabbed his cellphone, punching in the familiar number, and waited patiently before a voice answered after a few rings, "Moshimooooshi~"

"Ne, Tuti--I need a favor." The voice on the other end must have said something lewd, for Takashi blushed angrily and rolled his eyes. "You're such a perv--no, this is more fun than that." Another pause. "Yes, there is such thing as something more fun than that. For your next On...you mentioned you and Wasshi might be doing a revival of Kanou Kyoudai, right? Well...how about playing a little joke on Daiki and Eiji?"

[note: the "joke" refers to making Daiki and Eiji come up with their own combo which apparently really embarrassed them XD]