Fic: ROOM 152
Author: Fyra (fyrathilwen)
Word Count: 1178
Pairing: Kiriyama x Yuuki
Timeline: DL4 Extra (May, 2007)
Summary: Kiriyama Renn is pissed off because of the strange night activities of their neighbours'.
A/N: be aware of the silliness. I wanted to try to write something in third person, and on the other hand, I haven't ever seen a KiriYuuki slash. I'm not pleased at all xDD;;.
Kiriyama Renn simply hated being left out.
Actually, Kiriyama Renn hadn't ever been left out of anything before.
During his junior high school years, he was in the football team and the other boys enjoyed playing with him. He was reliable but not selfish with the ball and first of all, he was an awesome good player.
The girls enjoyed his company in the school band as well, although the teacher bundled him out regularly because of his wild bass solos. But he was always able to return – his angel face and childlike smile melted the heart of the strict bandmaster every single time.
But this time, in the night after one of the Dream Live Fourth Extra performances, he really felt forlorny. And he hardly could join the fun; his always cute face and innocent Bambi-like eyes didn’t help him out either.
And the strange noises from the room 153, where Yagami Ren and Kanesaki Kentarou enjoyed themselves as much as it was predictable, started to get on his nerves.
“Yuuki,” he groaned between two sighs. “They have some awesome stamina, don’t they?”
His roommate, Yuuki Jutta, gave him a short sight then returned to his magazine.
“They do. But I wouldn’t mind their stamina going dead soon, or at least, having a volume-control on them,” he answered calmly then turned a page.
“We should do something funny as well,” Renn sighed and changed his pose on his bed. His head was hanging down; his legs were lying on the wall. It didn’t help him being less bored, though.
Yuuki looked at him shocked.
“What… do you mean by… something funny?”
A pillow hit him on the face immediately. Kiriyama decided to fall on the floor, but the fluffy fitted carpet was irritating his nose so he stood up and stretched a bit.
“What about… singing a song? The RokkaGuys are always doing it.”
“But we are the glorious Rikkai, why should we follow their lead?” Jutta frowned playfully.
“I will gladly give up my title as the glorious Marui Bunta, if I can forget about those two next to us for a moment,” Kiriyama said and fished his bass guitar out of nowhere. “You can start it! I am going to join you.”
After the first few syllables a woody sound could be heard from the other side of the wall. Ookawa Genki and Oono Kento were in the room 151 and one of them didn’t seem to be too pleasant with Yuuki’s performance.
Kiriyama looked at the wall then at Yuuki.
“I second their opinion. What was that, anyway? Tackey and Tsubasa? You should try something cooler! Like… SUM 41 or Nirvana!”
“I don’t know them,” Yuuki shook his head.
“Just follow my bass. Croon or something,” Kiriyama flicked and started to play. He liked playing in general, but imitating his favorites was something he wouldn’t give up ever. He gave Yuuki a sign for the start but on the other side of the wall another pillow followed its mate combined with Ookawa’s grumble.
“Hey, don’t you have a sense for music? What’s with that seclusion?” Kiriyama cried out loud and took away his guitar pouting.
Yagami and Kanesaki were way too loud. There wasn’t a chance they would finish it before the dawn. And it meant no sleep for their neighbours either.
It gave an idea to Kiriyama – Nakagauchi Masataka and Baba Tooru were in the room 154, so they must have suffered from the same noises as well, there was no way they could sleep!
“What about visiting the bar of the hotel with Masa and Ba-chon?”
“They are busy with taking photos of each other,” Yuuki put down his magazine. “At least, they haven’t done anything since our arrival, and now a red note is hanging on their door handle. I’m wondering what they are doing.”
Kiriyama raised an eyebrow then gave a confused look to his roommate.
“Mou, everybody is on it in our team, aren’t they?”
Before Yuuki could answer, a pillow struck the wall again.
“How many pillows do they have, in fact?” Yuuki asked.
According to Oono’s soft whimper, the amount was hardly enough to sleep and make your neighbours shut up at the same time.
“Playing dare game?” Kiriyama suddenly asked with starry eyes.
“Telling ghost stories?”
“I guess, Genki wouldn’t appreciate it,” Yuuki shrugged, a whop from the other room seconded his opinion.
“… ah, boring,” Renn jumped to a conclusion. Scratching the yellow wallpaper above his bed didn’t help either, nor did the re-count of his toes and the edges of the room. “Yuuki.”
“Would you mind me shaving your head?”
Yuuki stroked his head – it felt quite prickly. Although the thought of shaving his hair at about 1 AM sounds like a pretty weird activity, it made his roommate happy and hopefully it was going to help him ignoring the constant noises from the other room.
Kiriyama had enjoyed doing it since the first time. Yuuki’s head was in the perfect size and shape. Actually, most people wouldn’t look good if they were bald. It was a fact, and Kiriyama admitted he wouldn’t have the courage to be bald either; although he hadn’t ever felt like telling it to him, he respected his doubles partner a lot for it. Furthermore, Yuuki’s skin on his head was getting softer and softer, and it amazed Kiriyama every single time.
“Your head smells like coco.”
“Yeah, I have been using a new grooming cream. I don’t want my skin to run dry.”
“… what are you doing?”
“My god, it does taste like coco!”
“What the…” Yuuki tried to resist his roommate, but when he turned to him, he just saw the other guy to hiss. He raised his eyebrows and his facial expression turned into totally confused when Kiriyama started groaning passionately.
Marui’s actor pointed towards the room 153. It was no use, though, Yuuki looked even more surprised.
Kiriyama hit himself on his forehead then shook the other guy’s shoulders. It looked like Yuuki finally got what he wanted him to do and joined the fun.
Although it felt absolutely weird not hearing any kind of contrariety from the Ookawa-Oono residence, the more loudly their act became, the bigger the silent grew in their neighbourhood.
Kiriyama flashed a glorious grin then lied on his bed.
“Dou? Tensai teki?”
The silent felt good. It felt surprisingly good; the sudden idea of abashing the other team members and making them listening to their improvised show wasn’t a bad one, after all.
Kiriyama Renn closed his eyes pleased and was hoping for a peaceful, silent night without any bothering factors.
By bothering factors he meant pillows smacking the wall and neighbours slobbering each other.
He didn’t think of a Yuuki Jutta sitting on him by any means.
But opening his eyes, he had to face that kind of surprise.
“What… are you doing?”
Instead of answering, Yuuki just turned off the lights.
“FIRE,” he whispered in Renn’s ear lightly then placed his lips on the shocked guy’s.
~oO The End Oo~