[drabble dump]
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songbirdspeaksVarious drabbles, AU and Real-world :)
characters: nakai, leader; nakai/leader-ish
word count: 200
Joshima's tugging at the strings of his guitar, playing a complicated love song that made his voice break at the top, and Nakai rolls over to stare at the light coming under his doorway.
Joshima's eyes flick up toward Nakai when he leans on the door frame tiredly, hands in the pockets of his loose shorts and hair dark over his eyes. Joshima leans over to turn down the amp, but Nakai hauls his fingers free to flick his wrist in dismissal.
Joshima's lips are singing a sad story about loneliness, but his eyes are singing something else altogether, and Nakai snorts. Joshima's voice holds the last note for a moment, and it lingers, echoing in the space between them, until the moment is broken and Joshima lowers his head to begin a new song. As Joshima's fingers trail over the strings and he begins muttering about chord progressions, Nakai peels himself away from the door, and pads back to bed.
Joshima's words are making it through the wall between them, but Nakai lets them slide over him instead of listening, his chest thundering in the darkness.
Sometimes Nakai wishes he didn't have a roommate.
characters: kat-tun
word count: 163
note: this is technically a WIP, but I don't know if it's going to get finished any time soon lD
"Oi, Kame," whines Jin, stretching in his hammock and lazily fixing his hat so the feather isn't poking him in the nose, "aren't we going in the wrong direction?"
Kamenashi is poring over a letter; he looks up. "…Nakamaru!" he snaps, loudly.
"Y-yes?!" squawks their panicky pilot, hands firmly on the wheel and eyes on his compass.
"Which way are we going?"
"North, like you said," answers Nakamaru, now a little confused--"you did say north, right?"
"North-west," corrects Kamenashi.
"Here we go," mutters Koki, tracing a needle over his arm distractedly.
"We've got incoming," calls Ueda from the crow's nest, just loud enough that Nakamaru can hear him and subsequently start freaking out, of course.
"Nakamaru, calm down," says Kamenashi--"that's TOKIO."
Everyone relaxes.
Then they remember that they have a shipment of alcohol down-deck, and sigh. "The trip back is gonna suuuuuuck," Jin's voice rises in pitch from the hammock, and Kame once again curses Pirate King Johnny for his sense of humor.
characters: nagase, news
word count: 355
note: this is also a wip but it's more likely to actually be finished probably lol
"Nagase's started making loud accusations at Julie Kitagawa," reported Tegoshi, leaning on Lieutenant Yamashita's desk and sighing melodramatically.
"That's the third time this week," commented Kato, not looking up from his paperwork.
"There're still four more days, he'll come up with fifteen more suspects before we find the real one and he steals all the credit. Again," agreed Ryo, carefully balancing on his chair's back legs and aiming his dart at the board across from his desk.
"Ryo-chan," said Koyama warningly; Ryo rolled his eyes, and threw the dart with more force than was really necessary. Enough force, in fact, that he fell backwards. The resulting crash had all of them alert.
"I'm okay," said Ryo, standing up, and righting his chair, tugging at his shirt-sleeves.
Now that he was sure everything was fine, Yamashita allowed himself to laugh. Loudly. Ryo turned and glared at him, which only made the laughing fit worse.
"What's going on in here~?" called Nagase, leaning in and grinning widely at all of his cute subordinates.
Lieutenant Yamashita Tomohisa had been dealing with one Police Inspector Nagase Tomoya for nearly as long as he'd been in the Metropolitan Police Department (that was, a long damn time), and he still managed to be surprised when Nagase showed up sans parts of his uniform.
"Inspector, where are your pants?"
Masuda blinked up at the Inspector from the doorway, cradling the snacks he'd been sent for carefully in his arms and chomping on a granola bar.
Nagase began rifling through the bag, laughing loudly, "it was sacrifice my pants to a swift death or let Superintendent Inagaki get his hands on me. I decided to go without the pants. D'you think I should lose the underwear, too?"
Before Masuda could answer that question, Tegoshi was there, sparkling at them both (and handing Nagase his extra pair of pants).
"Ah, Tego-chan," said Nagase, grinning broadly, "that's okay, I don't need them!"
"Yes you do," said Koyama, hanging up the phone, "you've got a press conference, Julie Kitagawa confessed."
Ryo toppled out of his chair again; Nagase simply continued looking for a bag of Oreos.
characters: nakai, leader; nakai/leader-ish
word count: 200
Joshima's tugging at the strings of his guitar, playing a complicated love song that made his voice break at the top, and Nakai rolls over to stare at the light coming under his doorway.
Joshima's eyes flick up toward Nakai when he leans on the door frame tiredly, hands in the pockets of his loose shorts and hair dark over his eyes. Joshima leans over to turn down the amp, but Nakai hauls his fingers free to flick his wrist in dismissal.
Joshima's lips are singing a sad story about loneliness, but his eyes are singing something else altogether, and Nakai snorts. Joshima's voice holds the last note for a moment, and it lingers, echoing in the space between them, until the moment is broken and Joshima lowers his head to begin a new song. As Joshima's fingers trail over the strings and he begins muttering about chord progressions, Nakai peels himself away from the door, and pads back to bed.
Joshima's words are making it through the wall between them, but Nakai lets them slide over him instead of listening, his chest thundering in the darkness.
Sometimes Nakai wishes he didn't have a roommate.
characters: kat-tun
word count: 163
note: this is technically a WIP, but I don't know if it's going to get finished any time soon lD
"Oi, Kame," whines Jin, stretching in his hammock and lazily fixing his hat so the feather isn't poking him in the nose, "aren't we going in the wrong direction?"
Kamenashi is poring over a letter; he looks up. "…Nakamaru!" he snaps, loudly.
"Y-yes?!" squawks their panicky pilot, hands firmly on the wheel and eyes on his compass.
"Which way are we going?"
"North, like you said," answers Nakamaru, now a little confused--"you did say north, right?"
"North-west," corrects Kamenashi.
"Here we go," mutters Koki, tracing a needle over his arm distractedly.
"We've got incoming," calls Ueda from the crow's nest, just loud enough that Nakamaru can hear him and subsequently start freaking out, of course.
"Nakamaru, calm down," says Kamenashi--"that's TOKIO."
Everyone relaxes.
Then they remember that they have a shipment of alcohol down-deck, and sigh. "The trip back is gonna suuuuuuck," Jin's voice rises in pitch from the hammock, and Kame once again curses Pirate King Johnny for his sense of humor.
characters: nagase, news
word count: 355
note: this is also a wip but it's more likely to actually be finished probably lol
"Nagase's started making loud accusations at Julie Kitagawa," reported Tegoshi, leaning on Lieutenant Yamashita's desk and sighing melodramatically.
"That's the third time this week," commented Kato, not looking up from his paperwork.
"There're still four more days, he'll come up with fifteen more suspects before we find the real one and he steals all the credit. Again," agreed Ryo, carefully balancing on his chair's back legs and aiming his dart at the board across from his desk.
"Ryo-chan," said Koyama warningly; Ryo rolled his eyes, and threw the dart with more force than was really necessary. Enough force, in fact, that he fell backwards. The resulting crash had all of them alert.
"I'm okay," said Ryo, standing up, and righting his chair, tugging at his shirt-sleeves.
Now that he was sure everything was fine, Yamashita allowed himself to laugh. Loudly. Ryo turned and glared at him, which only made the laughing fit worse.
"What's going on in here~?" called Nagase, leaning in and grinning widely at all of his cute subordinates.
Lieutenant Yamashita Tomohisa had been dealing with one Police Inspector Nagase Tomoya for nearly as long as he'd been in the Metropolitan Police Department (that was, a long damn time), and he still managed to be surprised when Nagase showed up sans parts of his uniform.
"Inspector, where are your pants?"
Masuda blinked up at the Inspector from the doorway, cradling the snacks he'd been sent for carefully in his arms and chomping on a granola bar.
Nagase began rifling through the bag, laughing loudly, "it was sacrifice my pants to a swift death or let Superintendent Inagaki get his hands on me. I decided to go without the pants. D'you think I should lose the underwear, too?"
Before Masuda could answer that question, Tegoshi was there, sparkling at them both (and handing Nagase his extra pair of pants).
"Ah, Tego-chan," said Nagase, grinning broadly, "that's okay, I don't need them!"
"Yes you do," said Koyama, hanging up the phone, "you've got a press conference, Julie Kitagawa confessed."
Ryo toppled out of his chair again; Nagase simply continued looking for a bag of Oreos.
