neko_kirin3104 | Kaze on Yama Micros 04

Seeing Red
[Ohno/Sho] [PG-13] [non-AU] [Humor] [835 words]
Satoshi bought Sho a curious souvenir from Las Vegas...

***Inspired by the 2015.02.27 Music Station talk and

octavialao. <3

Leader and Sho-chan's got quite an odd sense of humor.

Whether they intend to or not, these old men just never fail to entertain, even more so together than apart.

Nino has even once said, in a moment of pure gleeful abandon, that if he weren’t being paid for this job, he would gladly do it for free, if only to be here every day to see this.

And we all know that’s quite a lot coming from a guy who’s even stingier than your average old aunt.

Even the usually stoic Matsujun can hardly keep his giggles in, snorting like a pig torn between poorly repressed laughter and declining proper sense.

I don’t exactly know how to feel about the entire situation yet. Or whether or not it should even be this big of a deal—

“I swear, Sho-chan,” Leader says in an agitated whisper, as soon as the clueless AD finally, and still thankfully cluelessly, left the room. “It was an honest mistake! It really was!”

Our designated den mother, who’s really more embarrassed than upset, his face just a mere shade of red away from completely camouflaging into the petal-shaped cushion he’s gripping like a heinous criminal in his hands, closes his eyes and takes a deep calming breath before finally muttering, “Why did you even buy this, Satoshi-kun? You didn’t even know what it was!”

“It’s a cushion—”

Sho-chan’s eyes snap open as he snarls under his breath, “It IS not!”

Leader’s brows are starting to crease in slight annoyance. “It’s JUST a red cushion, Sho-chan—”

“Well, now we all know it’s more than just THAT, don’t we?!”

“Are we seriously gonna fight over this NOW?!”

“Yeah, not in front of the kids, ‘Kaa-chan.” Nino clucks his tongue disapprovingly.

“Not funny at all, Nino!”

“Hey, just because a similar cushion got AD-san pregnant, doesn’t mean it’s gonna get you pregnant, too, Sho-chan—”

“Masaki, you know that’s not the point!” Sho-chan drops to his knees with a loud sigh, swipes the travel bag from off the floor and stuffs the cushion back into it. “You should probably just give this to your sister, Satoshi—”

“What?!” Leader squeaks, no longer concerned about discretion. “But it’s yours! I bought it for you!”

“Well, we can’t tell them you bought me this... this... love cushion now, can we?! That AD already saw it!” Sho-chan jumped back up to his feet and slapped the travel bag to Leader’s chest. “What is she gonna think?! Oh god! What is she gonna SAY?!”

“I bet she’d be too busy turning green with envy, thinking of that...” Matsujun claws out a pair of quotation marks in the air, “...woman who’s gonna be screaming her head off in your bed tonight.”

“Of course, we won’t ever let it slip that that woman...” Nino quotes the air once again, “...is gonna probably be YOU— ”

“Fuck you, Nino.” Sho-chan gulps when Leader shoves the bag back to his chest, his arms instinctively wrapping around it.

“I’m not taking this back, Sho-chan,” Leader says evenly, previously sleepy eyes now glinting with a dozen unspoken threats. “It’s yours. And I’m tired—”

“I don’t want it—!” Sho-chan says just as evenly, even as he begrudgingly wraps his arms around the bag.

“Goddammit, I don’t even care anymore!” The already visibly upset Leader rubs his hands to his face, turns his back on us, and calmly steps out of the room without another word.

“Dick...” Sho-chan fumes, his lips and brows twitching in remorseful realization. He sniffs defeatedly and hugs the bag to his chest.

“Tsk. You’ve made Leader mad, Sho-chan,” I say, leaning in closer from behind to tease his ears with my first bid. “1000 yen says he wears you out on that cushion tonight, you won’t even remember why you didn’t want it in the first place.”

Sho-chan growls and swings the bag in my direction. I narrowly dodge it and rush off to huddle with Matsujun and Nino in the corner nearest the door. All three of us banding together to prey on our high-strung Mama’s nerves, alternately snickering and lunging, dispersing and blending back together again, like school-yard kids playing a mindless game of taunt-and-tag, until Sho-chan’s finally wielding the bag above his head like a she-warrior too far removed from mercy, and we are left with no other choice but to scramble out of the room to preserve our precious lives.

Nino says that line again about doing all this for free.

Matsujun’s just so out of it that I’m almost afraid he’s gonna eventually laugh himself to death, and that I won’t really be too far behind.

The next day, Sho-chan comes sauntering into the greenroom with wings on his feet and a huge-ass smile on his face to match that’s already telling us too much of what we don’t really want to know.

Guess he’s quickly warmed up to their new bedroom companion overnight. (Well done, Leader... Well, done...)

And all is finally right in the world again.

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***Because this [nsfw]. XD

***I only had the Music Station mention to go by. Did they ever say what type of cushion it was? ^^V