First drabble meme in a while~!

[fencer_x]

Myu/Myu関係 DRABBLE CHALLENGE!

It's yet again been a good while since we've had one of these, and since there are a few new 'characters' to include, now's as good a time as any! Here's how it goes down:

1) Fandoms: TeniMyu, BuriMyu, *pnish*. Any pairing goes, of course (*pnish* fandom: play-verse requests are also a-ok :D), though I expect most of the writers here will be writing from a small pool of preferred pairings XD;

2) Prompts: Be as goofy or serious as you want, and specificity is your friend! If you've got a preferred rating (read: if you want porn), be sure to indicate it :D Anon or signed-in, it's your choice!

3) Replies: The lifeblood of any challenge is of course replies XD Otherwise all we get is to see what kinky things other people want to see written...which is all well and good, but of course it's more fun to read the replies! Anon or signed-in is also optional here. And while this is a 'drabble' challenge...who the hell cares about word limits? :P Write one sentence or write something that has to be broken into 5 replies, everyone's a winner! This is your opportunity to take a chance and break into the world of RPF :D (and of course it doesn't have to be SLASHY; feel free to write a crackfic, friendship fic, random genfic, pre-slash something, internal monologue from one actor, it's all good!)

Now, PROMPT, MY PRETTIES!

[x]posted to burimyu, pnish, and tenimyutopia

Comments

lol cause this isn't obvious

[(Anonymous)]

Daiki - Moving and saying goodbye to Master ;~;

Tuti (or TxN) - Mother's Day

Vishnu/Parvati - Parvati has inappropriate fantasies :3 (definition of 'inappropriate' up to responder)

Shiva - thoughts (serious or not so much) on Nataraja/Pasupata or Vishnu/Parvati

Coleman/Todd - Dealer's choice >3 Coleman's kind of creepy that way, and Todd just wants Ronny to be safe.

Shouta POV - Tsuji's really fixated on Kikumaru and sometimes mixes up reality and fiction X3

T2 - Shouta and Tsuji watch Tsuji's Shinsengumi drama together (bonus points for gratuitous cracks about Tsuji's horrible chonmage)

Shiva - Thoughts on Vishnu and Parvati

[(Anonymous)]

Ever since the time he was ten and learned how the real world works, Shiva hasn't particularly had much confidence in his elder brother. It isn't that he doesn't think he's a decent ruler, because he is, and Shiva doesn't have any doubt that he'll successfully be able to steer their kingdom clear of war and complete ruin. But despite the fact that he makes sound enough decisions on the throne, he's just so incredibly self-centered that Shiva doesn't understand how he doesn't inadvertently piss people off all the time. He supposes that it doesn't really matter who he pisses off if he's the king, but it pisses Shiva off, anyway, just to be around him anymore. He can't understand how he used to so like spending time with his brother when he was child when now all that Vishnu does is talk about himself, think about himself, care about himself.

It's not that he's (usually) rude to others, per se, it's just so painfully clear to Shiva that Vishnu's little world revolves solely around him. He expects people to drop everything for him at any moment-- which, of course, they do, because he's the king. But the point is that he doesn't think about what anyone else wants or needs, be it his advisors or his servants or his family, and on the off chance he does go out of his way for someone else, it's in a very minimal way and clearly a gesture on his part as if to say look how magnanimous I am. Somehow, even in being generous, he's selfish, and honestly, it makes Shiva a little sick.

Because he wants to like his brother, just like he did when he was younger, and he feels like he should like his brother. But Vishnu is just so much of an asshole to him so much of the time, so patronizing, as if he can just tell Shiva what to do-- Shiva can't deal with it, and he doesn't understand how anyone else can either. But the strange part is, Vishnu seems incredibly capable when it comes to charming people. They must be stupid, he thinks, to fall for him, but it's not just one or two people. It's everyone, and so, while Shiva does tend to wonder if they've gone blind or something, he can't help but feel bad for them.

Coleman/Todd - Todd just wants Ronny to be safe.

[(Anonymous)]

There are times when Todd hates working in the bar.

There are the times when drunken customers get rowdy, times when they start throwing things and smashing things and demanding more and more and more booze. There are the times when there are fights, inebriated men throwing punches, or worse, glasses and blunt objects, and, even worse, occasionally, there are the times when they decide to take it outside and bring out the guns. There are the times when visiting friends and relatives confuse him for a girl, try to drag him away into their inn rooms or back to their houses, and there are the times when the occasional teenage girl or old maid, tipsy and giggly, tries to seduce him. There are all these times that Todd hates but has learned to deal with, all these different occasions that make Todd hate his job no matter how easy it usually is. After all, though dealing with drunk people is usually easy, sometimes it can be painfully difficult.

But somehow, right now, dealing with the drunk people is seeming like a cake walk next to dealing with this man who is entirely sober. Coleman leans across the bar, taking his fourth shot of tequila with a leer at the boy. The man holds his liquor well, and is showing no signs of inebriation even now as he demands another, and Todd bows his head quickly as he complies. He doesn't like meeting Coleman's eyes, especially when he comes into the bar with a scowl on his face, his hands shoved into his pockets, as he had this evening. When he arrives with a smirk or a deadpan expression, even when he arrived with swears on his lips, Todd knows how to deal with him, but things are never good when he arrives all sullen the way he is now. It means that something's gone wrong and he's looking for a way to placate himself, and Todd doesn't want that to come at his own expense.

Tonight, Coleman has been asking for drink after drink, which Todd quickly and willingly supplied, setting the shot glasses down onto the counter in front of his patron before scurrying away to wait on some other customer as quickly as possible. After the fifth shot, however, Coleman catches Todd's arm before he can draw away, the scowl on his lips having given way to a sneer that doesn't comfort Todd in the least. His fingers press into Todd's wrist in a way that isn't painful but isn't comfortable, either, the muscles of his palm closing around Todd's slim fingers like a bear trap snaring its prey. His eyes work their way over Todd's body, almost as if Todd were not a person at all, but something to be appraised, something to be bought or taken. Somehow, he's terrifying without being overtly violent, and perhaps that's what's most frightening about the situation.

Todd's natural instinct is to flinch, and his slender wrist slips free with surprising ease from Coleman's gloved hands, but even as he turns his back, he has the sinking feeling that this isn't going to be the end of it. And sure enough, a single cold laugh cracks from behind him sharply enough to make Todd jump, glancing over his shoulder at Coleman warily. Coleman isn't looking back at him, but has drawn his pistol and is now examining it, running his fingers down the barrel, over the safety, a smile on his lips that doesn't appear happy in the slightest. "Coleman-san...?" Todd breathes, afraid that his words will trigger something awful but equally terrified that saying nothing will lead to dire consequences.

[(Anonymous)]

Tuti and/or Nagayan - Thoughts on Gaku's marriage (and maybe their thoughts on their own future(s))

Eiji/Daiki - discussing plans for Happy Pani 10

Nagayan & Kime - crossdressing

Daiki (and anyone) - buying doujinshi

Tuti/Nagayan - one really good reason for being late

Tuti & *pnish* - Tuti finds a gray hair

Harry & Ronny - naivete

Tuti - Tuti goes to Nagayan's apartment while he's in Osaka to straighten things up after the earthquake

Eiji & Tuti - getting older

Eiji & Nagayan - drinking in Osaka

Tuti/Nagayan - photography

Tenchou & Gaku - Gaku's sad he no longer has a place to hang out now that Gain is closed

T2 - where their friend-/relationship stands one year after the end of TeniMyu

Nataraja, Shiva & Pasupata - Nataraja's hat goes missing

Tuti - Tuti goes to Nagayan's apartment while he's in Osaka to straighten things up after the earthq

[(Anonymous)]

It's been weeks since he's visited Takashi's apartment--their respective schedules have had them meeting up in cafes, if at all, and they hadn't even seen each other since the new year had started before Daiki-chan had prodded Tuti into drunk-dialing Takashi and inviting him out to drink with the two of them. Leader's own birthday celebration and still he was looking out for his fellow members' emotional well-being. It frustrates Tuti at times just how mature the guy was when they were practically the same age. He could practically hear his mother in his head griping at him to be more like "that nice, polite Sano-kun."

He digs into the side pocket of his bag, fishing around for the little silver key, dwarfed on its keychain by the lime-green *pnish* floater attached. It's chilly, just a few degrees above freezing in the March evening, and his fingers are finding difficult in pressing the key into its slot, but soon he's managed to get a grip and turns the knob, stepping into the genkan and flipping the light to survey the damage.

It's not as bad as it could be, he has to admit. This far south, the damage is minimal even in major-hit areas, and he's relieved to be able to let Takashi know that no, Kameda's bowl was not knocked onto the floor and shattered into a million pieces with the little turtle nowhere to be found. He taps the glass and frowns when the turtle doesn't acknowledge him, instead tucking its head into its shell. "Nice to see you, too."

A vase with an ikebana arrangement Rin-chan had made Takashi with paper flowers has fallen off the window sill onto Takashi's bed, and Tuti dutifully returns it to its proper place. Though with all the aftershocks still rocking the peninsula, it's probably better off just left on the bed.

His phone buzzes in his pocket long and insistent--a call, not a text message--and Tuti scrambles to answer it in the midst of haphazardly shoving Takashi's clothes back into their cubbyholes where they'd worked themselves free with the tremors. "Hello?"

"So? Is it bad?"

"Ah." He glances around the apartment. "No worse than it usually is when you're in the middle of a play run." If Takashi had been there with him, he probably would've hit him.

"What about Kameda? Is he fine? I was worried maybe his water bowl had gotten knocked over."

"Mmm, yup. No turtle-related damage that I can see." At the silence that follows, he offers, "…Want me to take him with me?" He knows Takashi's probably made plans to have a neighbor look in on the little guy, but he's quite sure there are plenty of larger things to be concerned with now than a turtle. "I took a taxi, it won't be any trouble."

"Thanks," is the relieved reply. "For doing this all, I mean. I know you're busy, but I'll be here for a couple more weeks still…" Another pause. "So everything's fine?"

Tuti glances around the room one more time, sinking onto the bed and running his fingers through his hair. "Actually…no, sorry."

"Eh--what? My CD tower? It toppled, didn't it? Mou, and I JUST organized it…"

"No," Tuti laughs, falling backwards and breathing in deep--he can smell Takashi's floral detergent wafting off from the laundry hanging above his head. "You're not here."

Daiki (and anyone) - buying doujinshi

[darkbutterfly14.livejournal.com]

The sounds of hustle-and-bustle in the crowded streets of Akihabara rang in their ears with every passerby. Every turn they made showed more never-ending rows of lights and pedestrians, making it seem impossible to be completely sure where they were headed. Only after a long succession of turns and confusion did he finally find it necessary to ask, “Daiki-chan… where exactly are we headed?”

A small chuckle and a vague “you’ll know when we get there” is all that was given in response, causing more obstruct thoughts enter the man’s mind, “Are you sure you know where you’re going? I’ve never been to this part of Akihabara before. You sure you know your way around?”

Suddenly his “guide” stopped walking just ahead of him, “Look, I’m sure I know where I’m going—and before you ask again— I told you, you’ll find out when we get there; it’s not too far now.”

After a few more blocks of walking they entered a small store which seemed innocent enough. Daiki smiled at his follower as he led him to a peculiar section. He’d heard of “doujinshi” before (he’d even read some himself) but these seemed... different; odd. He poked around and looked at titles and summaries and almost lost it when he realized exactly what he was looking at.

“I’m assuming you had no idea these existed, did you?”
“Daiki-chan… when I said I wanted to spend some ‘otaku-otaku time,’ I assumed it would be things both of us were into. I never thought-”

“I’m not,” Fixing the false assumption before it was stated, “I found this one day while looking for old copies of Doraemon. I would’ve never guessed this kind of thing existed until I saw it. It’s still kind of disturbing.”

“And you brought me here to see this why?”

“Well, I needed someone who’d actually follow me here, and Tuti and Eiji kept telling me how ‘Tacchan’s an otaku just like you’ and how ‘you should hang out sometime.’ Then we met and I decided I had someone to show it to, and now here we are—standing right next to doujinshi about us and our coworkers in romantic and/or sexual relationships—just because it’s just that unbelievable.” Even as the odd, disgusting words fell out of his mouth, he kept a cheery smile on his face.

Tacchan was beginning to believe his eyes and ears were somehow out of sync until realizing that that isn’t quite possible, “And you’re proud of this?”

“No, but now I'm not alone.”

Tacchan stared at him in disbelief. He was tricked into going to Akihabara (which was his idea in the first place,) led all the way to a weird shop (to which he followed willingly,) showed disturbing and unsightly doujinshi (that he curiously looked at on his own,) and all of this with a guy he barely knew (but still liked and fanboyed over a bit.) Even now he complied surprisingly with going to a coffee shop for lunch with the guy, who promised actual “otaku-otaku time” afterward.

Was he going insane?

T2 - One Year Out (1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

"You know…"

"Hm?"

"It's been almost a year."

Tsujimoto frowned, praying Shouta's ear didn't catch the slow, subtle way in which his heartbeat had now stepped up its pace as he struggled to remember what anniversary he'd forgotten now.

Whether or not Shouta noticed his quickening pulse, he definitely noticed that Tsujimoto was stalling, and lifted his head up from where it had been pillowed atop Tsujimoto's chest, lips pursed. "Since TeniMyu finished."

Oh. That. Tsujimoto let his eyes flutter open halfway, staring down and finding Shouta glaring at him petulantly, as if the fact that they weren't still prancing around on stage in Seigaku Blue was entirely his best friend's fault and he was waiting on an apology. "I guess it has…"

"Well?"

"Well--what?"

Shouta pushed his whole upper body up now, straddling his arms on either side of Tsujimoto's torso to lean over him menacingly. "Don't you feel anything?"

"I feel…a little worried you're gonna lose your balance and jab me in the stomach with your elbow again…" he hazarded, brows knitting, because they'd been having a nice, lazy afternoon together--Tsujimoto was on a break from filming and Shouta had the day off from rehearsals, their first completely free day together in weeks--and now Shouta was bringing up weird anniversaries and looking disappointed and that was definitely not a part of their pleasant afternoon. "I feel…confused…?"

Shouta rolled his eyes and huffed loudly, bending down sharply and covering Tsujimoto's lips his his own, sucking just slightly before pulling back up and letting his tongue dart out to wet his lips. "Don't you feel sad?"

Tsujimoto tried to school his features, reminding himself that Shouta was obviously having some kind of moment and it was completely inappropriate to smile, but even this long after deciding doing this sort of thing was okay between them, it still sent a giddy little chill of excitement streaking through his body, and his lips quirked up on either side of their own accord. "I guess--a little?" Remembering that you didn't generally smile when you were sad, he added, "It's not so bad…since I get to be with Shouta still." Shouta's frown softened a bit, but there was no covering up that he definitely knew he was being played by Tsujimoto. "…Are you sad?"

"Kinda…" Shouta admitted glumly, falling back down and wrapping his arms around Tsujimoto's torso, squeezing hard enough to make Tsujimoto flinch. He pressed his face into his stomach and let his words get lost in the fabric. "Just--I realized it was a year ago…"

Tsujimoto shifted into a seated position, rolling Shouta onto his back until his head was pillowed in Tsujimoto's lap, and started massaging his temples, trying to calm his nerves. "Not much has changed, right?"

Shouta's frown just deepened. "Are you an idiot? Everything changed. We never get to see anyone anymore, we never get to run dance routines or have voice practice, we never get bitched at by Ueshima-sensei--"

"You miss that?"

"I miss us!" Shouta snapped, as if he'd seen the quip coming and wanted to remind Tsujimoto he was serious. "I miss--you know. Hanging out. And stuff." Tsujimoto swallowed, hardly needing to be reminded what stuff was, even though he'd been trying not to think about it ever since Shouta's arrival just because that was rude and maybe Shouta wasn't in the mood and what kind of friend was he if he just jumped the guy five seconds after they were alone? He could control himself--would do it. "…I don't like this."

His mouth was dry. "Like--what?"

"Missing you." He glanced away, angry with himself it seemed. "I've never missed you before, it's not fair."

"I--is that a good thing?"

[(Anonymous)]

Tuti reflecting on what he remembers about his father

young!Tuti and his father

Eiji and Tuti admitting that there's more between them than just friendship

Eiji and Tuti the morning after

Daiki checking up on the guys after the quake

so anonymous.

[(Anonymous)]

Shisui/Saiga ~ One or the other of them is injured

Garakusha & Namikiyo ~ Discussing Shisui and Saiga's relationship/arguing which is better

Cress/Harry ~ Keeping warm without money in the winter~

Wanizuka/Avery ~ Fireworks

Eiji/Jay (Panic Age) ~ Jay is sick and comes to the onsen.

Wasshi/Mizuki ~ Telling Daiki about their relationship (though honestly no matter what if you write this pairing I will love you forever.)

Tacchan/Mako-chan (TM lolol) ~ buying an apartment together

Garakusha & Namikiyo: On Shisui and Saiga

[(Anonymous)]

"You'll forgive me Garakusha, but I must respectfully disagree." Namikiyo's polite language belied the frustration in his tone, and his face was growing red in sharp contrast to the soft greens of his robes. "One can simply look at them and clearly see--"

"--That of course it's Shisui-sama, right?" He laughed a loud bark, scaring off any fish that might have been venturing near Namikiyo's legs as he waded in the shallows, trying to snare dinner. "I mean come on--okay fine, I'll give you that Saiga-sama's fine in long-range battle, but Shisui-sama's got him beat hands down when it comes to…close range." His voice took an edge at the end, and Namikiyo shot him a look.

"Battle skills have little relevance in the bedroom."

Garakusha raised a brow. "No?"

Being careful not to stir up too much silt, Namikiyo shifted his position, scanning the water. "No, and you can stop sounding so smug. You're no more knowledgeable on such things than I am."

"Okay listen, kid--"

"I'm barely five years your junior!" There was a soft splash as a fish crested the surface and then bubbled back down in fright.

"Whatever," Garakusha allowed. "Regardless, I've been around Shisui-sama a hell of a lot longer than you've been dogging at Saiga-sama's heels, so I think I know their relationship a little better than you do." When Namikiyo didn't respond, he reminded him, "Anyways, what's it matter whether or not Saiga-sama takes it up the ass from Shisui-sama? They're fine generals either way." Namikiyo refused to look him in the eye still, gaze darting back and forth as he followed their lunch in the water, poised to strike. Garakusha ran a tongue over his teeth and added softly, "…And even if it were the other way around, they'd still be…with each other. It doesn't mean Saiga-sama would--"

A splash, and Namikiyo came up with a small salmon wriggling in his hands, face a mask of indifference. "Start a fire--I'm hungry."

Garakusha eyed him for a moment, then rolled onto his knees and pushed himself up to find some brush. Kids. He'd learned the hard way that falling for your master when there was a much better candidate already in his eye was a sure way to a broken heart, and Namikiyo would have to just accept Garakusha's word for it.

Wasshi/Mizuki ~ Telling Daiki about their relationship

[(Anonymous)]

He didn't know why he was so nervous about telling Daiki-chan. It wasn't like it was anything to be ashamed of, or that he thought his brother might not approve of what admittedly had to be the strangest but most fulfilling relationship he'd been in in...well, forever really. But--it'd already been over a year (thirteen months come Golden Week) since he'd started being whatever he was with Wasshi, and to come clean now was...kind of pathetic.

But all the opportunities before he'd passed up for one made up reason or another: Daiki-chan was under a lot of stress, or Daiki-chan was in the middle of a run, or Daiki-chan had a *pnish* event to gear up for, or excuse on top of excuse. Just--how did you tell your little brother that one of his best friends and coworkers was the very guy that same brother strongly suspected you of having been sleeping with on and off (more on than off, really)? What if it impacted Wasshi's standing in the group (though if you asked Mizuki, dating a guy as fucking awesome as himself could only increase Wasshi's clout within *pnish*), or what if Daiki-chan's view of him--the both of them even--changed, what if it messed with the group dynamic? Mizuki was pretty damned proud of what *pnish* had become, and he knew he'd honestly feel terrible if he'd somehow been responsible for them stumbling.

Unfortunately, now was far past the time to be worrying about that sort of thing, and his palm was sweaty, pressed against Wasshi's own between them, fingers throbbing with each pulse of his heart as it thrummed loudly in his ears. He would date, sleep with whoever he wanted, and not feel beholden to tell Daiki-chan anything. They were adults and they had their personal lives--Mizuki hadn't bitched about Daiki-chan keeping Moriyama a secret (albeit not that it amounted to much of a "secret"). But he couldn't justify to himself or anyone else not coming clean when he uprooted and shacked up with a guy, especially not a guy like Wasshi who was sweet and silent and a little slow but always a good listener even if he probably didn't get half of Mizuki's jokes and just laughed to make Mizuki feel better (it always worked).

Fuck he wanted tonight to go well. Because now he could hear Daiki-chan's voice, muffled by the door, likely griping at Moriyama and reminding him to be on his best behavior because Aniki's finally letting us meet this guy he's been seeing and I don't wanna scare them off just cause you wanna relive the old days with him. Daiki-chan was sweet that way, even if Mizuki'd never admit it--it wasn't a successful big brother's place to do that sort of thing. He felt pressure around his fingers, and Wasshi swayed, bumping his arm and making him seize up in expectation.

"I just--want it to go well," Mizuki huffed, forcing a laugh to brush off his nerves. "I want him to like you."

"Pretty sure he already likes me, Mizuki-san."

"I want him to like us," he clarified with a wry grin, and Wasshi squeezed again, leaning down to whisper in his ear as Daiki-chan unbolted the door just over the threshold.

"Then you'd better be your usual charming self. No one can resist that."

It wasn't a good way to get across the point that they really were happy and in love, honestly, with Daiki-chan finding him punching Wasshi's arm and calling him an asshole.

Trenchcoat Mode!Tako-chan ~ Buying an apartment together

[(Anonymous)]

Tatsuya never thought of it as not worth it. He never considered the fact that even with their meager salaries combined, the only places he and Mako-chan could afford were at best, only a hundred or so square feet larger than either of their places at present.

But then, that was never the point: Tatsuya liked his apartment. He liked its cozy homeliness that he worked to maintain in the emotionally frigid, austere back alleys of the big city, liked the fact that the shops were only just around the corner and one block down, easy to swing by at the end of a long day of work, liked that his next door neighbor was an old, lonely Hungarian grandmother whose children all lived on the west coast and always made more goulash than she could possibly save in her little icebox.

But he hated things about it now, too. He hated that it was two train changes away from Moriyama-san's lounge, hated that half of the livable space was taken up by the little twin bed he'd purchased when he'd first moved in from the suburbs, hated that he always had to inconvenience Mako-chan when he invited him over, no matter how innocent the reason.

And those reasons all outweighed the things he liked about the place. So he never thought of the decision to make his mark next to Mako-chan's fancy flourish on the stack of papers as anything other than the best move he'd ever made, a conviction underscored when his lids drooped down with Mako-chan's head pillowed on his shoulder, breath light against the sensitive skin of Tatsuya's neck and raising goosebumps atop their (admittedly, a little squeaky) double mattress settled on the floor of their new (well, relatively new) apartment. Theirs.

Makoto squirmed in his arms, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his fist. "I'm starving. And totally wiped out." He stretched an arm out over Tatsuya's chest, pulling closer and letting out a breath, beat. "But I don't know if I'm more hungry or more tired. So I don't know what to do."

Tatsuya chuckled beneath him and felt Makoto smile against him. "We could always try something to wake you up. The diner down the block should still be open even after we…get you good and alert again." Makoto raised his head and narrowed his eyes, fighting a smile.

"I somehow doubt you have entirely altruistic reasons behind such a suggestion, Tacchan."

Tatsuya heaved himself up, using one hand at the small of his back to steady Makoto as he pressed their lips together and slowly lowered him to the mattress. "And that's why I love you so much: beautiful and smart."

Wanizuka/Avery - Fireworks, PG, unbetaed

[(Anonymous)]

”Avery! What are you doing with those fireworks? They go there!” Wanizuka grumbled and stuffed the fake dragon back to its box. The younger man jumped up slightly at the sound of Wanizuka and dropped a firework.

“I need them for something,” he said and tried to pick up the fallen firework but only managed to drop more in process. Everytime he bended over to pick up the fireworks on the ground, few managed to sneak past his grip and fall, making the boy huff and go red.

“Leave that to me,” Wanizuka flexed his arms to Avery and picked up the fireworks from his lap, along with the fireworks from the ground. The fireworks were sticking out in each angle and it looked like they would fall so Avery rolled his eyes and picked off few of them from Wanizuka.

“Let’s go then.”

“Aa!” Wanizuka nodded firmly and then looked confused. “Where are we going?”

“Just follow me,” Avery said.

“Otsuke!”


---

The town they were in was quite large and the people had been very generous, even providing a proper stage for The Jesse James Show. The salon owner had also promised some alcohol as a reward since the show had increased his sales, but Avery had made sure Wanizuka had drank only a little. This had lead Wanizuka moping in a corner but Avery was firm that he wouldn’t be allowed to get drunk before they had packed away everything. Harry and Cress had agreed with him but they were too busy entertaining the guests to actually stop Wanizuka so it was Avery’s job to make sure the Japanese, still sporting his weird vest and chaps, stayed relatively sober. It wasn’t an easy job but Avery had some experience of it and knew how to best distract the samurai-turned-cowboy. Avery wasn’t sure what a samurai was but it had something to do with swords and a strict way of living, neither a thing Wanizuka had ever shown to posses, so he figured it was just a word Wanizuka had come up with. And tonight Wanizuka’s choice of clothing was much preferred over his traditional Japanese clothes, at least if everything went according to Avery’s plans.


“Here,” Avery said and stopped suddenly. They were away from the town, behind a hill which hid the lights of the town. Their camp was on outskirts of the town and in a direction no one seemed to usually be interested in, so Avery thought they would undisturbed here. No kid would be wandering out this time of night and Cress and Harry had promised to put up a show in the salon so the good town people wouldn’t want to leave it unless for a very good reason. Avery wasn’t sure how much Cress and Harry had guessed - he had only told them that he wanted to show something to Wanizuka with fireworks – but Harry had seemed slightly hesitant before flashing a big grin and telling him to go for it.

Wanizuka stopped beside him and looked around.

“What are we doing here?” He huffed.

“Lighting fireworks,” Avery said simply and started arranging fireworks on the ground, making sure they were standing firmly on the ground. He hoped he had enough fireworks and that his plan would work; he hadn’t had the chance to test it or ask from someone since he hadn’t met any firework makers before coming to this town. He just had to hope for the best.

The shape was starting to come together and Avery noticed to his relief he seemed to have exactly the right amount. He finished putting the last few fireworks down, finishing the leaf on the right in the shape and stepped back. Wanizuka had fallen uncharacteristically silent when he had realized what Avery was doing. He kept his eyes firmly on the fireworks which were now arranged into a perfect club; the mark that was assigned to Wanizuka in The Jesse James Show.

Avery waited for a while but Wanizuka stayed silent so he gave out a sigh and leaned down to tie a thin yarn going from one fuse to another so that the fireworks could be lighted at the same time. Wanizuka hadn’t uttered a word and Avery felt his heart sinking. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

PROMPT ME!

[umiyuki (from livejournal.com)]

If this isn't allowed, feel free to delete my post, but last time this meme was around there weren't a lot of prompts that appealed to me so I didn't have a chance to fill very many things. I would like to change that! So I would like to offer to fill things if you prompt me for them!

I'm not into Burimyu or *pnish*, but just about any Tenimyu cast members are fair game save for 1st Seigaku - not that I don't love them, I just don't feel compelled to write about them, and there are already many other 1st Seigaku writers who would do a better job with them than I would.

Some particular favorites of mine are:

- All Rikkai cast members, particularly any combination of Kanesaki/Yagami/Masuda (including all three together :3), Nakagauchi/Baba, Ono Kento/Okawa Genki, Nishimura Mitsuaki/Yamaoki Yuki, but I am okay with other pairings and gen too. I'm not particularly fond of Kiriyama Renn or Acaba Mio.

- Shitenhoji A, especially Harukawa, Uehara, and Sato-chan. I would ship Harukawa with just about anyone.

- 5th Seigaku, particularly T2, Baba Ryoma being everyone's photobombing third wheel, Arai/Hayashi, Toshi/Ryuuki

- 6th Seigaku. Love them ALL, prompt me for anything you want. Pairingwise I love Tsurumi/Mitsuya, Tsurumi/Wada, Tsurumi/Ikeoka, Ikeoka/Teruma, and Jin/Yuta the most, but I would at least consider anything you wanted to throw at me. Seriously, ANYTHING, give me all your 6th Seigaku prompts guys.

- Some other random pairings I like are Kitadai Takashi/Isogai Ryuuko, Kubota Yuuki/Hosogai Kei, and Shindo Gaku/IRE.

- Feel free to ask for people I haven't listed here! I love just about everyone from the rival teams, seriously.


Anyway, I cannot promise I will fill every prompt you give me, but I will definitely look them over and try to fill something for you. I have no qualms about writing porn. Fluff and gen are fine too! I would prefer not to write anything angst-heavy though.

If you would like to see some examples of my writing before you prompt, here are some Tenimyu RPF fics I've written before: http://umiyuki.dreamwidth.org/588.html (Matsuzaki/Harukawa), http://umiyuki.dreamwidth.org/940.html (Kubota/Hosogai).

And again, all my apologies if this sort of thing isn't allowed. m(u_u)m

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[(Anonymous)]

*rubs hands* Okay...

Mitsu (Rikkai's Mitsu, not 6th cast Fuji XD) - flubbing lines/accidents (his mic wasn't working during one of his songs one show and he had to sing the whole thing on his own, poor bb) - can be shippy or whatever :D

Jin/Yuuta - Yuuta gives Jin his nickname *going to hell* anything, seriously XD

Tsurumi/Mitsu - making TakaFuji scenes mean something :3

Kubobe/Hosogai - heading home (together :3) after the DL7th senshuuraku uchiage

Taito - thoughts on coming into 5th cast late

Any or all are totes cool XD

*obvious prompter is obvious because, duh T2*

[(Anonymous)]

Baba & Toshi - matchmaking T2

Baba-->Shouta (unrequited or just unknown on Shouta's part) - Shouta gets tipsy when it's just the two of them and confesses he likes Tsuji

T2 - Tsuji goes to Shouta's place to visit him after he gets discharged from the hospital (do whatever you want XD)

Tsuji-->Shouta (unconfessed crush) - Shouta lands his first BL role with a kiss scene and wants to practice :3 (alternatively, established T2 and Tsuji's feelings about Shouta kissing someone else, even as a role)

[eijis-pants.livejournal.com]

I'd love something with Nishimura Mitsuaki/Yamaoki Yuki related to how Yuuki cried loudly during Mitsu's speech (at the end of one of the performances.) and/or how Yuuki seems to cry at the drop of the hat anyway ;) Fluffiness between those two with either an established or new relationship would be so cute ^_^

Oh and anything to do with Genki's otaku hobbies would also be appreciated. Especially his tendancy to grafitti whiteboards and other less appropriate places.

If you'd like anything in return - such as gifs or drabbles then I'd be happy to oblige. (I'm a crap writer, but I try!)

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[(Anonymous)]

Kitadai Takashi/Isogai Ryuuko

Ooooh you've done it now, you've released the prompting beast. Anything is fine, gen, fluff, make it porn idgaf, ANYTHING

- Sleepover fun
- They go silly hat shopping and Ryuuko doesn't behave
- Ryuuko wants to borrow Banchou's clothes, Banchou has some reservations about this
- Backstage moments when the camera isn't running
- They make a bet. Ryuuko loses the bet, but manages to win as well
- Being the last two to return home from rehearsals
- Coming up with adlibs together. Or alternatively, rejected adlibs.

:D yes?

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[insertevilname.livejournal.com]

I'd love to read some Teruma/Ikeoka or Tsurumi/Wada sharing rooms at the tennis camp :D

Also, Shindo Gaku/IRE - IRE is nervous and anxious before their first show, and Gaku wants to make him relax. ♥

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[(Anonymous)]

I would love to see some Kane/Ren/Masu. Mainly I'd like to see how Ren took the news that Kane-chan ditched him for the new Yukimura...(and throw in some Kane/Masu smut if you'd like...)

[(Anonymous)]

Jin&Yuuta, Jin helping Yuuta do his homework (doesn't have to be shippy, gen goes fine too)

[(Anonymous)]

...seconded XD

[(Anonymous)]

Second Season

Kamitsuru Tooru calls Wada Takuma daddy during sex

Just go with it.

[(Anonymous)]

Wanizuka/Avery - talking about Japan

Albert/Coleman - pre-canon, Albert and Coleman are both willing to do anything to get what they want

Eiji/Daiki - Daiki's pants for Western Mode were reeeeally tight...

Ichiban/WashiWashi - Ichiban is really glad that WashiWashi didn't actually die, but really bad at expressing it

Wasshi/Mizuki - adopting Mr. Snuggles er, something domestic?

Wasshi/Mizuki - something domestic

[(Anonymous)]

When they first move in together, Wasshi spends far too much of his time wondering if he's dreaming. But how can he be blamed, when everything in his life has somehow just turned out right? Despite the fact that he's not very talented and not very bright, he's managed to find an amazing group of people to work with and together, they've built their own little group and gained quite a bit of a following. Despite the fact that he's shy and not very charismatic, he's managed to make friends more valuable to him than anything in the world, friends who are eclectic, yes, and spend most of their time using him as the butt of the joke, but friends that care about him and support him, and who he wouldn't trade for anything. And even though there aren't many interesting or useful qualities about him, even though he isn't the most handsome or the most charming, he's somehow managed to find a man that he loves who, amazingly loves him back, and somehow, they've managed to build something together over the past few years that has amounted to this: a little 1LDK in Meguro. It's nothing to write home about, but it's theirs, and to Wasshi, that's more than he could have ever asked for.

There are hundreds of snags in the plan, of course. The place is a good hike from the Meguro JR train station, their apartment is on the fourth floor, and the building doesn't have an elevator, so moving their things in is rough. Mizuki complains all the while, and ends up only carrying one box during the whole process, spending the rest of his time fanning himself with some old Johnny's uchiwa while Wasshi carries their furniture up the rickety old staircase. Once they do get moved in, the air conditioning is broken, and it takes a week for them to get a handyman in to get it fixed, which wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't the middle of July and Mizuki didn't whine that he was melting every five minutes or so. And then, of course, while Wasshi works during the day, Mizuki spends most of his time amusing himself, often in ways that make Wasshi's life just a little more difficult, like deciding they need to buy a new TV as a housewarming gift to themselves, or finding a stray cat that wanders around the apartment complex and bringing it in and "adopting" it under some strange English name. But all of that is neither here nor there, and though sometimes Wasshi sighs or groans Mizuki-san, the fact of the matter is that he's always loved Mizuki for who he is, faults and all, and it doesn't make it any less surreal that they're here, living together, in their own little place.

But the craziest moment is when, finally, after almost a month of indecisiveness and no time, they get their name plaque up on the wall outside the door. It's simple, just 佐野 and 鷲尾 , one above the other on a small stone plaque that Mizuki screws into the wall at an angle because he refuses to use a ruler, but yet, somehow, it makes the whole thing so much more real, so much more cemented that Wasshi almost can't believe it. "Pinch me," he breathes almost without realizing it as they admire Mizuki's handiwork, unable to really believe that this is it. It may not be perfect, but it's their home.

Expectedly, Mizuki leans over and pinches him on the cheek, hard enough to be painful, and Wasshi winces but grins all the same. It may not be perfect, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

T2 - moving in together

[(Anonymous)]

omg Tsuji just moved

http://ameblo.jp/yuuki-tsujimoto/entry-10889718895.html

SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE T2 MOVING IN TOGETHER-FIC.

plz ;^;

[(Anonymous)]

Could I have some Wasshi/Oota Motohiro. They were in Amadanshi ~Amadan~ together and I heard Oota was quite taken with Wasshi. Pretty please, somebody?

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry that this isn't all that shippy... hopefully it will be at least someone enjoyable anyway. ^^;

...

Once Amadan's run is over, Oota is a little disheartened. It's been a good run and he's had fun, and, of course, life is looking bright on the opposite side, with a new role in the Bleach musicals to be announced in another month and certainly more from there. But there are definitely things he's going to miss, like the silliness of it all, and the songs, and the costumes. He's going to miss his character, too, and all the other boys, he's going to miss acting with them and singing with them and goofing off with them between rehearsals. And then... he's really going to miss Washio-san.

It isn't like Oota has never had a crush before, not like he's never experienced being attracted to someone, but his time with Washio-san has been different. Washio-san is just so cool, so collected, so polite and proper that Oota can't help but admire him, and considering all the experience he's had with theatre, Oota looks up to him a little, as well. Despite being far older than Oota and his castmates, however, he's always pleasant and considerate, never patronizing, and to Oota, he's somehow far more attractive than any pretty young thing his own age. There's just something reserved, something classy about him that Oota finds himself drawn to, something that sets him apart from everyone else that Oota likes.

But, unfortunately, because Washio-san is so different, so much older and therefore farther removed from Oota's set, it's hard to get close to him, to spend much time around him, and now that the play is drawing to its end, Oota wonders if they'll ever cross paths again. It wouldn't necessarily be a surprise if they did, considering the small nature of their theatre scene, but it's not a guarantee, either, and it saddens Oota slightly to think that he might never work with Washio-san again. It's not like his heart is breaking, and he's not melodramatic enough to think that they have some star-crossed love, but regardless of all else, Oota would have liked to get a little closer to him, to get to know about him, to even become friends. If nothing else, Oota respects Washio-san a lot, and to get to know him would certainly be interesting, even if, for a while in there, he had had his hopes up for more.

But now everything's drawing to a close, and Oota doesn't want any regrets, and so, as they leave the (short lived; there are so many younger boys who can't even drink in the show) uchiage, Oota catches Washio-san's sleeve on the way out. Washio-san glances down, smiling inquisitively when he realizes who it is. "What's up, Oota-kun?"

Oota shrugs a little, offering a bittersweet smile. "I just wanted to say goodbye. And thanks for everything."

Washio-san laughs. "What are you thanking me for?" he asks in that self-deprecating way that he has, and runs a hand through his hair, apparently thinking a moment before adding, "I'm sure we'll meet again... Maybe we could get coffee sometime."

Oota's eyes light up, and before he can catch himself, he's grinning, replying, "I'm free Tuesday."

Perhaps the end of Amadan won't be as bad as he thought it was going to be.