Ryo/Koyama Drabble
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snoozing_kittenFandom: JE
Pairing: Keiishikido
Title: Feline
Rating: PG
Summary: A series of events that leads Ryo to an important discovery.
“Only gay men have cats.” Yoko scoffed.
“That’s can’t true,” Ryo snickered, “Jin has dogs and he’s obviously gay.”
“Well cats are the prime pet of a gay man, they don’t play, they don’t fetch… and they eat pansy food.”
“Yassu eats pansy food and we don’t call him… wait yes we do.” Shingo grinned and elbowed his smaller band mate.
“Yassu belongs to Subaru and Subaru is a gay man and therefore YASSU IS A CAT.” Yoko nodded knowingly; Shingo gave him a bemused look.
“…If you say so.”
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“I need… to put my dogs somewhere!” YamaPi shrieked into the phone, setting Ryo’s hair on end. There was a moment of silence. “No, I can’t leave them to rot in my apartment.” Ryo looked over his magazine at the pacing man. “Fuck you too Jin.” With a snarl he snapped the cover on his mobile closed.
“Is something wrong YamaPi” Koyama walked slowly into the room carrying a box with the name of a fashion boot designer screaming in techno-colour. Ryo would have had a heart attack if he knew how much the boots had cost his shoe-fetishist band mate. “I heard yelling, and you look kind of pale.”
“The kennel is full, and I need someone to watch my dogs when we are on tour.” Biting on his fingers he looked at Koyama. “What do you do with your dogs when you’re away”
“I don’t have a dog.” YamaPi looked up in shock, every good Johnny’s boy worth his flashy sequin embroidered costume had at least one dog. “I’ve got a cat. They don’t eat shoes.”
YamaPi was going to answer when his cell phone rang
‘ナ・ナ・ナ・サ・ク・カ・ナ・ハ・ル・カ・ナ・ヤ・ク・ソ・’ “Hello? Jin?” Koyama shrugged and moved into his corner of the dressing room to admire his new boots.
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“You like ramen?” Koyama smiled, shifting his umbrella to the other hand.
“What kind of person doesn’t like ramen?” Ryo swerved to the right to avoid a small lake forming in the middle of the sidewalk. Koyama walked right through it, his new rain boots kept his feet dry and warm.
“A strange one. Do you want to have ramen at my house and head out to the show after that?” Koyama looked at him, Ryo’s black umbrella throwing his sharp face into shadow. They neared Koyama tall apartment complex and the oldest NewS member began to dig through his messenger bag for his building key.
They hung off his ‘NewS’ key holder, dangling dangerously from the neck chain. Grinning sheepishly he unlocked the door and Ryo didn’t say anything –after all as the king of narcissism anything he could say would come off as hypocritical. They hustled through the lobby shaking water off their umbrellas and dragging wet feet through the carpeting. When they entered the small apartment on the ninth floor something brushed against Ryo’s socked feet.
“Good evening Nyantai.” Koyama hung his umbrella and stroked the soft fur of her head. “I’m home. Did you miss me?”
Ryo couldn’t help but smile at the sight- after all a cat really did fit Koyama better then a dog.
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Shige was changing to Ryo’s left the room filled with the sounds of rustling clothing and the whisper of music from Ryo’s discarded mp3. Stripping off his shirt Ryo froze when the door opened with a clang, there was a flurry of movement and Koyama rushed in, scarf pulled high to protect his neck from the autumn weather. He threw his messenger bag down on the bench and rushed over to them.
“I got a new digital camera!” Eyes alight with excitement he shed his jacket with unparalleled speed. “You have got to see the pictures I took with it!”
“Did you take more pictures of Nyantai” Shige stifled a giggle and Koyama pouted, his excited face falling into a mock hurt look.
“How did you know?”
“You really love your cat!”
“Can… I see the pictures of Nyantai?” Ryo touched Koyama’s shoulder and gave him a small smile.
“Of course!”
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The kiss could be ranked simply as pure a sweet, simple and yet meaningful. It was like a sweet rest after a long walk, the inevitable, two lips drawn together as if by magnetic force. His hands landed on slim hips and it felt so impossibly right.
Drawing back he looked at Koyama’s content expression, eyes lidded he licked his lips absently. In this atmosphere Ryo could easily imagine him purring in bliss.
Well obviously he was a gay man, and now he needed himself a cat. Koyama would do just fine.
Pairing: Keiishikido
Title: Feline
Rating: PG
Summary: A series of events that leads Ryo to an important discovery.
“Only gay men have cats.” Yoko scoffed.
“That’s can’t true,” Ryo snickered, “Jin has dogs and he’s obviously gay.”
“Well cats are the prime pet of a gay man, they don’t play, they don’t fetch… and they eat pansy food.”
“Yassu eats pansy food and we don’t call him… wait yes we do.” Shingo grinned and elbowed his smaller band mate.
“Yassu belongs to Subaru and Subaru is a gay man and therefore YASSU IS A CAT.” Yoko nodded knowingly; Shingo gave him a bemused look.
“…If you say so.”
…
……
…
“I need… to put my dogs somewhere!” YamaPi shrieked into the phone, setting Ryo’s hair on end. There was a moment of silence. “No, I can’t leave them to rot in my apartment.” Ryo looked over his magazine at the pacing man. “Fuck you too Jin.” With a snarl he snapped the cover on his mobile closed.
“Is something wrong YamaPi” Koyama walked slowly into the room carrying a box with the name of a fashion boot designer screaming in techno-colour. Ryo would have had a heart attack if he knew how much the boots had cost his shoe-fetishist band mate. “I heard yelling, and you look kind of pale.”
“The kennel is full, and I need someone to watch my dogs when we are on tour.” Biting on his fingers he looked at Koyama. “What do you do with your dogs when you’re away”
“I don’t have a dog.” YamaPi looked up in shock, every good Johnny’s boy worth his flashy sequin embroidered costume had at least one dog. “I’ve got a cat. They don’t eat shoes.”
YamaPi was going to answer when his cell phone rang
‘ナ・ナ・ナ・サ・ク・カ・ナ・ハ・ル・カ・ナ・ヤ・ク・ソ・’ “Hello? Jin?” Koyama shrugged and moved into his corner of the dressing room to admire his new boots.
…
……
…
“You like ramen?” Koyama smiled, shifting his umbrella to the other hand.
“What kind of person doesn’t like ramen?” Ryo swerved to the right to avoid a small lake forming in the middle of the sidewalk. Koyama walked right through it, his new rain boots kept his feet dry and warm.
“A strange one. Do you want to have ramen at my house and head out to the show after that?” Koyama looked at him, Ryo’s black umbrella throwing his sharp face into shadow. They neared Koyama tall apartment complex and the oldest NewS member began to dig through his messenger bag for his building key.
They hung off his ‘NewS’ key holder, dangling dangerously from the neck chain. Grinning sheepishly he unlocked the door and Ryo didn’t say anything –after all as the king of narcissism anything he could say would come off as hypocritical. They hustled through the lobby shaking water off their umbrellas and dragging wet feet through the carpeting. When they entered the small apartment on the ninth floor something brushed against Ryo’s socked feet.
“Good evening Nyantai.” Koyama hung his umbrella and stroked the soft fur of her head. “I’m home. Did you miss me?”
Ryo couldn’t help but smile at the sight- after all a cat really did fit Koyama better then a dog.
…
……
…
Shige was changing to Ryo’s left the room filled with the sounds of rustling clothing and the whisper of music from Ryo’s discarded mp3. Stripping off his shirt Ryo froze when the door opened with a clang, there was a flurry of movement and Koyama rushed in, scarf pulled high to protect his neck from the autumn weather. He threw his messenger bag down on the bench and rushed over to them.
“I got a new digital camera!” Eyes alight with excitement he shed his jacket with unparalleled speed. “You have got to see the pictures I took with it!”
“Did you take more pictures of Nyantai” Shige stifled a giggle and Koyama pouted, his excited face falling into a mock hurt look.
“How did you know?”
“You really love your cat!”
“Can… I see the pictures of Nyantai?” Ryo touched Koyama’s shoulder and gave him a small smile.
“Of course!”
…
……
…
The kiss could be ranked simply as pure a sweet, simple and yet meaningful. It was like a sweet rest after a long walk, the inevitable, two lips drawn together as if by magnetic force. His hands landed on slim hips and it felt so impossibly right.
Drawing back he looked at Koyama’s content expression, eyes lidded he licked his lips absently. In this atmosphere Ryo could easily imagine him purring in bliss.
Well obviously he was a gay man, and now he needed himself a cat. Koyama would do just fine.
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Date: 2007-01-09 03:24 am (UTC)