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ciirceeI…you guys, this is probably a sin against God or something. I'm so sorry. I tried to resist. I just…I really couldn't.
All I want for Christmas
"Why don't I trust this?" Tackey asked as he adjusted his hat.
Tsubasa, who had his hand on the doorknob already, turned around and instead put both hands on his shoulders. "Hideaki," he said, and Tackey paid attention because his partner only used his first name when he was serious about something. "There's a kid here who's been waiting for Santa. And he was desperate enough to put it out there on the WU message board." Tsubasa's grip on his shoulders tightened fractionally. "You're the only guy I know who'd do this for a kouhai."
Which sounded good. It sounded good. "You always tell me to keep my hands off the juniors."
"And I mean it," Tsubasa said, slapping him sharply on the back of the head. "But I know you," he added softly. "Maybe you're a flirt and maybe you're a tease and maybe some of these kids are just too cute for you to resist messing with, but you're not going to mess with this one. I know you," he repeated.
Tackey almost blushed. He adjusted the Santa beard and nodded. "All right," he said, and hoped he didn't sound as mushy as he felt.
Tsubasa smiled at him, patted his cheek, and opened the door to the meeting room. The tables and chairs had all been moved back except for one in the center of the room. It had been festively decorated in red and green tinsel garlands. "Sit down, Santa," Tsubasa said, leading him to the chair and gesturing grandly. "Our good little boy should be here in just a minute."
It was strange how there were little flutters of nerves in his belly, Tackey reflected as he adjusted his stomach padding. It wasn't that Tsubasa never trusted him or never trusted him with important things…but this was something meaningful to somebody outside the two of them and that made it somehow more important still.
On the other side of the room, the knob on the other door to the room clicked and began to turn. Tackey took a deep breath.
"Ho, ho…" he started off jubilantly, putting as much energy as he could into it. And then the door opened fully and he stopped. "Huh?" He blinked and then rubbed his eyes. "No," he said. He was a little surprised to hear his voice emerge as a shrill shriek, but only a little. He didn't know anybody who wouldn't shriek when confronted with Tanaka Koki going from 'happy and excited' to 'pissed off and murderous' right before their eyes.
A flash went off, momentarily blinding. "A picture with Santa to round it a~~~ll out," Tsubasa said happily.
"What a nice memory," said the enthusiastic-sounding voice of Taguchi Junnosuke as another flash went off near the after-image blurred form of Koki.
The Koki-shaped blur whirled. "I am going to pound the snot out of you," Koki roared.
"See you later," Taguchi said hastily, waving as Tackey blinked away the flashbulbs. "Thanks you so much, Takizawa!"
"Son of a bitch, I am going to kill you!"
Tackey listened to the sounds of Koki chasing his bandmate down the hall. Taguchi was tall, long legs that would probably help him out-distance the shorter Tanaka. But, Tackey consoled himself, Tanaka had rage on his side. He'd catch up eventually. "Tsubasa?" Tackey asked quietly.
"His message said he'd been waiting for Santa for twenty-three years. Twenty-three years," Tsubasa said prayerfully. "And I never said it was a Junior," he added happily. "Just a kouhai."
"That's not what I meant," Tackey said softly. He looked up at his partner even as he lunged, tackling him at the knees. "I meant 'run for your life I am going to murder you if I catch you'." He punched Tsubasa in the ribs. "You asshole."
Under him, Tsubasa laughed, punching back ineffectively against the Santa-padding. "I said you weren't going to want to mess with him!"
I love the Wink Up message boards. Because that whole Koki writing to Santa thing? Totally happened.
Ps. Arashi loves us. I…I totally have other things to write. I do not need to write 'Five Things That Happened At That Photoshoot'. *clings* I REALLY DON'T.
ETA: Dear to the Universe: STOP BEING A H0R TO MEG. GIVE HER A JOB. AND A COOKIE. AND SOME BOOZE. TWO BOOZES.
All I want for Christmas
"Why don't I trust this?" Tackey asked as he adjusted his hat.
Tsubasa, who had his hand on the doorknob already, turned around and instead put both hands on his shoulders. "Hideaki," he said, and Tackey paid attention because his partner only used his first name when he was serious about something. "There's a kid here who's been waiting for Santa. And he was desperate enough to put it out there on the WU message board." Tsubasa's grip on his shoulders tightened fractionally. "You're the only guy I know who'd do this for a kouhai."
Which sounded good. It sounded good. "You always tell me to keep my hands off the juniors."
"And I mean it," Tsubasa said, slapping him sharply on the back of the head. "But I know you," he added softly. "Maybe you're a flirt and maybe you're a tease and maybe some of these kids are just too cute for you to resist messing with, but you're not going to mess with this one. I know you," he repeated.
Tackey almost blushed. He adjusted the Santa beard and nodded. "All right," he said, and hoped he didn't sound as mushy as he felt.
Tsubasa smiled at him, patted his cheek, and opened the door to the meeting room. The tables and chairs had all been moved back except for one in the center of the room. It had been festively decorated in red and green tinsel garlands. "Sit down, Santa," Tsubasa said, leading him to the chair and gesturing grandly. "Our good little boy should be here in just a minute."
It was strange how there were little flutters of nerves in his belly, Tackey reflected as he adjusted his stomach padding. It wasn't that Tsubasa never trusted him or never trusted him with important things…but this was something meaningful to somebody outside the two of them and that made it somehow more important still.
On the other side of the room, the knob on the other door to the room clicked and began to turn. Tackey took a deep breath.
"Ho, ho…" he started off jubilantly, putting as much energy as he could into it. And then the door opened fully and he stopped. "Huh?" He blinked and then rubbed his eyes. "No," he said. He was a little surprised to hear his voice emerge as a shrill shriek, but only a little. He didn't know anybody who wouldn't shriek when confronted with Tanaka Koki going from 'happy and excited' to 'pissed off and murderous' right before their eyes.
A flash went off, momentarily blinding. "A picture with Santa to round it a~~~ll out," Tsubasa said happily.
"What a nice memory," said the enthusiastic-sounding voice of Taguchi Junnosuke as another flash went off near the after-image blurred form of Koki.
The Koki-shaped blur whirled. "I am going to pound the snot out of you," Koki roared.
"See you later," Taguchi said hastily, waving as Tackey blinked away the flashbulbs. "Thanks you so much, Takizawa!"
"Son of a bitch, I am going to kill you!"
Tackey listened to the sounds of Koki chasing his bandmate down the hall. Taguchi was tall, long legs that would probably help him out-distance the shorter Tanaka. But, Tackey consoled himself, Tanaka had rage on his side. He'd catch up eventually. "Tsubasa?" Tackey asked quietly.
"His message said he'd been waiting for Santa for twenty-three years. Twenty-three years," Tsubasa said prayerfully. "And I never said it was a Junior," he added happily. "Just a kouhai."
"That's not what I meant," Tackey said softly. He looked up at his partner even as he lunged, tackling him at the knees. "I meant 'run for your life I am going to murder you if I catch you'." He punched Tsubasa in the ribs. "You asshole."
Under him, Tsubasa laughed, punching back ineffectively against the Santa-padding. "I said you weren't going to want to mess with him!"
I love the Wink Up message boards. Because that whole Koki writing to Santa thing? Totally happened.
Ps. Arashi loves us. I…I totally have other things to write. I do not need to write 'Five Things That Happened At That Photoshoot'. *clings* I REALLY DON'T.
ETA: Dear to the Universe: STOP BEING A H0R TO MEG. GIVE HER A JOB. AND A COOKIE. AND SOME BOOZE. TWO BOOZES.
