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maxine_chan) wrote2007-04-10 03:30 am
maxine_chan) wrote2007-04-10 03:30 am
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FIC: AkaMiz / Fujicest+Mizuki drabbles
...I blame bouncy for this. And this icon. Also, it's 3:30am.
Here, Ciaran. ENJOY. :D
~~Romeo & Juliet~~
The sad thing was that he had absolutely no idea how he'd gotten roped into this.
“Mizuki, it doesn't fit, how many times are you going to make me repeat that?!”
“Nonsense.” Mizuki stuck his head through the curtain, eyeing Akazawa up and down. “...Oh. Hmm. Well, it's just a little tight, nothing that can't be fixed--”
“I can't get the zipper up at all,” Akazawa interrupted, turning around and holding up his hair so that he could get a good look at his back in the full-length mirror. He frowned. “And why the hell am I the one wearing this anyway? You're obviously- Er.” He cut himself off abruptly when Mizuki gave him a look.
“Obviously what, Akazawa-buchou?” Mizuki twirled a lock of hair, watching him expectantly.
Akazawa floundered. “Obviously...well.” He lifted his chin some. “You're prettier.”
“Nfu.” Mizuki closed his eyes, chuckling. “I'm aware of my devastatingly gorgeous good looks, yes, but what you failed to point out is that I'm also much more manly than you and therefore would never be caught wearing...” He opened his eyes again, tilting his head to the side a bit. “...that,” he finished.
“...Mizuki,” Akazawa said flatly. “We pulled this from your closet, it just hasn't been altered enough--”
“Enough babbling!” Mizuki cut in abruptly, spinning around with a flourish. “I'll get Shinya to find some safety pins or something, and then Atsushi still needs to braid your hair.” He looked over his shoulder at the other boy. “Stop dawdling, would you? We don't have all day!”
“Mizuki,” Akazawa said again.
Mizuki paused, giving him an exasperated look. “What is it now, Akazawa?”
Akazawa fluffed the many layers of the skirt he was wearing, frowning. “I still say you look better in purple.”
“Clearly,” Mizuki said with a roll of his eyes. “That was never a question. But you're Juliet, not me, and Romeo wouldn't dare wear a dress. Now hurry up, the school festival will be over by the time you're finished if you keep moving at a snail's pace. Snap, snap!”
“I hate whoever decided we should put on a play,” Akazawa grumbled.
“That would be Nomura.”
Oh. Well that didn't help; everyone already hated him anyway. “I hate whoever assigned the parts,” he amended.
Mizuki smirked. “That was Kaneda, but he drew the names out of a hat.”
The entire world was against him today. Akazawa sighed, and began fighting with the zipper of his dress again. “Where are you going?” he asked when Mizuki began to walk off.
“Nfu, you're not the only one who needs to be in costume. Romeo must go get ready for his debut appearance, too!” Mizuki said, winking. “Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go find Yuuta so he can help me get into my tights.”
FIN
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~~Playing Dress-Up~~
When Yuuta was younger, he hadn't had any problems playing dress-up with his brother. They were close in age and always did things together anyway, and while Yumiko-neesan was older, she had no problems joining in with the fun every so often.
“Just don't tear them,” she'd say, handing over flower-print stockings and old, frilly dresses that she couldn't fit into anymore anyway.
Yuuta would eye them warily while his brother took them with chubby, greedy hands, asking in an eager voice if they could borrow her jewelry and makeup, too. He never put up a fight, though. Not when Yumiko-neesan helpfully applied the lipstick, not when Aniki buttoned up his dress. They'd perform runway shows across their living room, to the amusement of their mother and the exasperation of their father. Yuuta would even beam proudly when Yumiko-neesan declared him the winner, and he'd carefully eat his extra piece of chocolate cake prize so that he didn't get crumbs over his pretty dress.
That was when he was younger.
Now at a whopping thirteen years old, he was beginning to think it was a little strange.
“Nee-san doesn't even wear stuff like that!” Yuuta said, furrowing his eyebrows at the pink and black striped tights his brother had just pulled out of his dresser.
“I'm not sure exactly what you're implying, Yuuta,” Fuji said, smiling. “Maybe she's had a change in style while you were at St. Rudolph.”
“Data says Yuuta-kun returns home an average of two-point-three times every two months,” Mizuki said, and Yuuta ignored him because he was trying to forget that the other boy was even there. “He would have noticed something like that, Fuji-kun.”
Fuji tilted his head in Mizuki's direction. “Your input is very much appreciated,” he said lightly, and then glanced towards Yuuta. “Your friend should join us more often, Yuuta.”
“No he shouldn't,” Yuuta grumbled, picking up a pair of pink, fingerless gloves and glaring at them.
“Here,” Fuji said, digging around in another drawer. “I have something you can wear, too.” He pulled out a pair of matching tights, purple and black this time, and thrust them in Mizuki's direction.
Mizuki blinked. “Nfu, Fuji-kun, I'm not sure I--”
“We'll match,” Fuji said, still holding the tights out.
“Aniki,” Yuuta said exasperatedly, flopping back onto the bed and pulling a pillow over his head. He wasn't there. He really wasn't there. He was back in his bed at St. Rudolph. This was all a horrible dream.
Mizuki finally took the tights warily. “What do you wear them with?”
Fuji smiled brightly. “I'm so glad you asked!” He grabbed Mizuki's wrist, pulling him in the direction of his closet. “I have a skirt that will fit you perfectly – it's leather, too!”
Yuuta rolled over, curling into a fetal position.
It was all a dream.
“We can even set my camera up to take pictures when we're finished. Yuuta and I used to do that all the time, didn't we, Yuuta?”
A nightmare, even.
Later, when all of the pictures seemed to have a mysteriously absent Fuji and featured Mizuki alone, hair done up and makeup perfectly whorish, Yuuta really couldn't say he was surprised.
FIN
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Ahahahaha, and that's all from me today. >.> Assuming I get off my lazy butt and write more like I'm SUPPOSED to, there might be more fic soon. Wheee.
~Maxine
bouncy for this. And this icon. Also, it's 3:30am.Here, Ciaran. ENJOY. :D
~~Romeo & Juliet~~
The sad thing was that he had absolutely no idea how he'd gotten roped into this.
“Mizuki, it doesn't fit, how many times are you going to make me repeat that?!”
“Nonsense.” Mizuki stuck his head through the curtain, eyeing Akazawa up and down. “...Oh. Hmm. Well, it's just a little tight, nothing that can't be fixed--”
“I can't get the zipper up at all,” Akazawa interrupted, turning around and holding up his hair so that he could get a good look at his back in the full-length mirror. He frowned. “And why the hell am I the one wearing this anyway? You're obviously- Er.” He cut himself off abruptly when Mizuki gave him a look.
“Obviously what, Akazawa-buchou?” Mizuki twirled a lock of hair, watching him expectantly.
Akazawa floundered. “Obviously...well.” He lifted his chin some. “You're prettier.”
“Nfu.” Mizuki closed his eyes, chuckling. “I'm aware of my devastatingly gorgeous good looks, yes, but what you failed to point out is that I'm also much more manly than you and therefore would never be caught wearing...” He opened his eyes again, tilting his head to the side a bit. “...that,” he finished.
“...Mizuki,” Akazawa said flatly. “We pulled this from your closet, it just hasn't been altered enough--”
“Enough babbling!” Mizuki cut in abruptly, spinning around with a flourish. “I'll get Shinya to find some safety pins or something, and then Atsushi still needs to braid your hair.” He looked over his shoulder at the other boy. “Stop dawdling, would you? We don't have all day!”
“Mizuki,” Akazawa said again.
Mizuki paused, giving him an exasperated look. “What is it now, Akazawa?”
Akazawa fluffed the many layers of the skirt he was wearing, frowning. “I still say you look better in purple.”
“Clearly,” Mizuki said with a roll of his eyes. “That was never a question. But you're Juliet, not me, and Romeo wouldn't dare wear a dress. Now hurry up, the school festival will be over by the time you're finished if you keep moving at a snail's pace. Snap, snap!”
“I hate whoever decided we should put on a play,” Akazawa grumbled.
“That would be Nomura.”
Oh. Well that didn't help; everyone already hated him anyway. “I hate whoever assigned the parts,” he amended.
Mizuki smirked. “That was Kaneda, but he drew the names out of a hat.”
The entire world was against him today. Akazawa sighed, and began fighting with the zipper of his dress again. “Where are you going?” he asked when Mizuki began to walk off.
“Nfu, you're not the only one who needs to be in costume. Romeo must go get ready for his debut appearance, too!” Mizuki said, winking. “Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go find Yuuta so he can help me get into my tights.”
FIN
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~~Playing Dress-Up~~
When Yuuta was younger, he hadn't had any problems playing dress-up with his brother. They were close in age and always did things together anyway, and while Yumiko-neesan was older, she had no problems joining in with the fun every so often.
“Just don't tear them,” she'd say, handing over flower-print stockings and old, frilly dresses that she couldn't fit into anymore anyway.
Yuuta would eye them warily while his brother took them with chubby, greedy hands, asking in an eager voice if they could borrow her jewelry and makeup, too. He never put up a fight, though. Not when Yumiko-neesan helpfully applied the lipstick, not when Aniki buttoned up his dress. They'd perform runway shows across their living room, to the amusement of their mother and the exasperation of their father. Yuuta would even beam proudly when Yumiko-neesan declared him the winner, and he'd carefully eat his extra piece of chocolate cake prize so that he didn't get crumbs over his pretty dress.
That was when he was younger.
Now at a whopping thirteen years old, he was beginning to think it was a little strange.
“Nee-san doesn't even wear stuff like that!” Yuuta said, furrowing his eyebrows at the pink and black striped tights his brother had just pulled out of his dresser.
“I'm not sure exactly what you're implying, Yuuta,” Fuji said, smiling. “Maybe she's had a change in style while you were at St. Rudolph.”
“Data says Yuuta-kun returns home an average of two-point-three times every two months,” Mizuki said, and Yuuta ignored him because he was trying to forget that the other boy was even there. “He would have noticed something like that, Fuji-kun.”
Fuji tilted his head in Mizuki's direction. “Your input is very much appreciated,” he said lightly, and then glanced towards Yuuta. “Your friend should join us more often, Yuuta.”
“No he shouldn't,” Yuuta grumbled, picking up a pair of pink, fingerless gloves and glaring at them.
“Here,” Fuji said, digging around in another drawer. “I have something you can wear, too.” He pulled out a pair of matching tights, purple and black this time, and thrust them in Mizuki's direction.
Mizuki blinked. “Nfu, Fuji-kun, I'm not sure I--”
“We'll match,” Fuji said, still holding the tights out.
“Aniki,” Yuuta said exasperatedly, flopping back onto the bed and pulling a pillow over his head. He wasn't there. He really wasn't there. He was back in his bed at St. Rudolph. This was all a horrible dream.
Mizuki finally took the tights warily. “What do you wear them with?”
Fuji smiled brightly. “I'm so glad you asked!” He grabbed Mizuki's wrist, pulling him in the direction of his closet. “I have a skirt that will fit you perfectly – it's leather, too!”
Yuuta rolled over, curling into a fetal position.
It was all a dream.
“We can even set my camera up to take pictures when we're finished. Yuuta and I used to do that all the time, didn't we, Yuuta?”
A nightmare, even.
Later, when all of the pictures seemed to have a mysteriously absent Fuji and featured Mizuki alone, hair done up and makeup perfectly whorish, Yuuta really couldn't say he was surprised.
FIN
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Ahahahaha, and that's all from me today. >.> Assuming I get off my lazy butt and write more like I'm SUPPOSED to, there might be more fic soon. Wheee.
~Maxine
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ILU SO HARD.
sldjflskjdlkjf *_________________________________________*
“Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go find Yuuta so he can help me get into my tights.”
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
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ILU2 OMG!!!! <333333
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SO MUCH WIN!
Lol.
AkazawaxMizuki is hot, and I love your Mizuki! It's wonderful how he still has delusions about his masculinity ♥
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Heee, thank you!! Mizuki is way too much to write, hahaha. :DDD
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Mizuki is way too much FUN* to write.
Yay for noticing typos three hours later. >.>
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OH. MY. GOD
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You demand and I deliver! ^.~
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I tried AkaYuki but ended up drabbling it myself. ;)
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AShfkjsahfsdkjfhdskjgdgdsf. Mizuki + Skirts = BEST THING EVER
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<3333333333333333333333
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“Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go find Yuuta so he can help me get into my tights.”
YESYESYESYESYES!!!! LOL. OH MIZUKI!!!! *___* OH YUUTA! OH FUJI! OH AKAZAWA! OH NOMURA, everyone hates you. T_T
These are so great. :*
♥
RIT MOR PLS.
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LMFAO, for some reason the way you said that cracked me up! HAHAHAHAHA!!
Thaaaank you. :DDD
I still owe you MomoEiji. :O Prompt??
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Pleeeaaase?? *________*
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Mizuki working with Fuji is so wrong...so scary. But think of all the fun that Yuuta would have with the two of them! This was a great read~
I don't know how I could have missed this ficlet the other day when I read your AkaMizu...
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I'm glad you liked it!!! I loooove those three, in almost any combo. *__*
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♥♥♥
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I have ONE doujin of them - you wouldn't happen to know where I could find any others, do you??
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