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writetomyheart2015-05-19 01:20 pm
[Team Three] Clothes make the man. ( Hokuto/Shintarou, PG-13)
Title: Clothes Make the man
Rating: PG-13
Pair: Hokuto/Shintarou, slight mention of Shintarou/Juri
Summary: Sometimes, Shintarou just can't take the outfits he is forced to wear.
A/N: This is late, but I did it! I was so tired I couldn't do it last night xD Anyways, not betaed so many mistakes. Sorry about that, but I finally wrote something not porn! Yay!
“Why do these things happen to me?” Shintarou asked, frustrated. Hokuto chuckled next to him as he secretly observed Shintarou’s outfit for the day. He had to admit, though they were often put in unspeakable outfits during concert times, Hokuto found Shintarou’s recent outfit even worse than all those concert outfits combined. Their unit had been assigned a “Western” skit. Shintarou had been assigned the leader to the gang. Hokuto noted the leo-print button-down shirt, the zebra print belt, the cowboy hat, and the snakeskin boots. The only normal part of the getup seemed to be the light blue skinny jeans that had been designed to look dusty.
The rest of them were wearing some outfits from 2009’s playzone, so they weren’t as bad. Shintarou was the only one who got new clothes. The staff had told them that Shintarou’s character was named “Billy” and Jesse began to fall over laughing. He found Casey and told him in English about Shintarou’s character name and then they were both laughing. Shintarou’s feathers by that point were already a little ruffled, but the joke that only the two half-American juniors nearby understood was the last straw.
“That’s it, I’m not doing it!” Shintarou grabbed his cowboy hat and threw it down to the ground. The rest of his unit laughed, Shintarou had a temper, and he was prone to throwing tiny tantrums when his life turned out of his control. Which, admittedly, was pretty often. The rest of their little group walked the youngest storm away, not really concerned.
“Well, we better rehearse our parts, Hokuto, you get Shin.” Juri yawned as he spoke, his pants a bit big on his scrawny frame. He grabbed Taiga and moved towards the practice stage. Yugo and Jesse followed after them, equally bored looking.
Hokuto watched them all go and sighed. They all seemed to look to him to fix things lately, but Hokuto wasn’t sure he could fix anything. Sure, on stage he could act cool and sexy, but that wasn’t him. In reality, Hokuto was awkward and unconfident. He stared at the direction that Shintarou had stormed off in, he knew where the younger had gone, and he knew that he needed to give it a few minutes. He couldn’t help but sigh, and wonder if he was really going to be able to pull off a “leadership” role.
After ten minutes of spacing out Hokuto got up and wondered to Shintarou’s sulking spot. He never changes it, because he always knows someone will come and help him. Hokuto smiled fondly at the little known fact. It use to be Juri that would always go after Shintarou, never afraid of the flare in temper that Shintarou often exhibited. Now, it seemed everyone was pushing it on to him. Sometimes Juri did it without saying a word, but those were the times Shintarou was upset about something that didn’t have to do with work.
Hokuto opened the door to the roof and found Shintarou looking grumpy as he looked down on the scene of Tokyo. With a small inhale of breath, Hokuto wandered over and wrapped his arms around Shintarou’s back. It was still a bit strange for Hokuto to have Shintarou so much taller than he was, even leaning over. Shintarou pushed himself closer, and Hokuto could feel Shintarou’s guards drop. He let the younger male cry for a few moments, noting the extreme gap between the physical and the personality of Shintarou. He was so tall and bulky now a days, it was hard to remember he was still just starting to be an adult. Hokuto slowly moved back and turned Shintarou around. Having to get on his tiptoes he kissed the few tears away from Shintarou’s face, followed by a real kiss to the lips. He could feel Shintarou relax completely with that.
Shintarou pulled away first. His eyes red, but otherwise clear of tears. “I’ve got to do it, don’t I?” it was completely rhetorical, but Hokuto nodded anyway. Shintarou had his breakdowns, but when it counted, he was always pulled through. Shintarou rubbed his eyes and took a few breaths. Then he grinned, he pulled Hokuto close to him, their bodies squished together and leaned down for more kisses. Hokuto let it happen, opening his mouth and battling with Shintarou’s for a while. By the time they pulled away both were more than a little excited, but Shintarou looked back to normal. They stared at each other and began to laugh.
“Want to go see if the others are interested in some fun? Or would you rather just stay with me?” Hokuto’s voice was low as he spoke, and Shintarou’s pupils were blown wide.
Instead of answering, Shintarou pulled Hokuto away from the railing and pushed him against the buildings wall. So they would be late to practice, the others would understand. Some of them might pout, but Hokuto couldn’t find himself to care about that.
By the time they returned to practice the remaining four had cat called them, more than a little aware of what had happened. Shintarou glared at them and put his cowboy hat back on. He would make this skit a fan favorite, no matter how ridiculous he looked.
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And the moment with Hokuto and Shintarou on the roof was super cute! ^_^
(the ending line is excellent btw. I've already got an idea for it!)
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