Title: Kumamoto

Author: Proverbial Pumpkin

Summary: PWP. I repeat: PWP. A series of snapshots as K and Tohma go on vacation. To be absolutely clear: This fic is all cuteness and snarkiness, with zero plot involved.

Rating: PG for now

Pairing: The usual.

It was August. We were just far enough away from the city for there to be dragonflies, and one whizzed past the window every once in a while. Tohma didn't look up from his laptop, the cool lighting in his modern study dimming everything outside the glass. We were at the beginning of what promised to be a healthy argument, and I was taking the lead on this one.

"Meanwhile I'm running around all day with two-thirds of a responsible band and one lunatic, and one spazoid producer who thinks you're going to eat him, and who'd probably enjoy it. And all day long you're not happy unless you're doing five times that much, so then I have to come home and watch you be all bogged down and annoyed."

Tohma was at his stark desk, flipping through a case of data CD's while I talked at him. "Do you have a point, K-san? Ryuichi gave an interview I need from two years ago, so I've got to find this very particular international press clipping, and it's hard to remember where it was from with you-"

"That's exactly what I'm talking about!" I threw my hands up. "Main tour season's over. You made a gazillion dollars. Yen. Can't we do something fun now? Chill out, go somewhere?"

"New Zealand, perhaps?"

I blinked. "Wow, well-"

"No, no." Tohma shook his head to himself and slid a disc back in its slip. "We were definitely on a mainland somewhere. If I have to go through the U.S. files I'm assigning it to Sakano."

"Sakano's part of Bad Luck."

Tohma shrugged. "But he works for me. And apparently I'll "eat him" if he doesn't do what I say."

"Tohma, can we please go on a real vacation?"

That almost got his attention. He slowly finished retrieving another disc as he furrowed his brow. "A...what?"

I mocked his tone. "A... vacation." I gave him a toothy grin and a thumbs up. "Remember that time –that one time- Shuichi hit that streak and sold all those singles, and rode it for like, months? It was because Yuki Eiri took him away for a while!"

Tohma swiveled his chair towards me, disc still in hand, as if distrustfully interested. "I don't remember that." He was probably lying. He looked back to the CD and felt around in a drawer for his glasses while he squinted at the writing on the disc.

"Shuichi had been working hard, but just hit a block and could hardly even enjoy it." The seriously dysfunctional relationship and my system of bribery didn't seem pertinent. "Then Yuki took him away for a week, and that's all I want to do for you. Think of it like this, you're my Shuichi! And if I have to- fuck!"

Out of nowhere, he'd slung a CD directly at my face, and I barely registered it slicing through the air towards me before it dented into my cheekbone and clattered to the floor. It stung. Tohma's hand was still outstretched, his eyes cut at me.

"Tohma, what ...?" It didn't hurt so much, just... "What the hell?"

Tohma's hand dropped back to his side. "Do – not – compare me to Shindou-san."

Oh for the love of God. I rubbed at my cheek while he slipped his glasses on, assuming his "I'm ignoring you" face. "Tohma, you're wound up tighter than a clock. If you don't take a break with me, I'm going to lose it too. I swear, I'll knock you out and drag you off in a sack."

Tohma surveyed another CD. "Come, K-san, let's be civil."

"I'll punch you in the eye!"

He finally gave a short laugh at that, and tossed the disc in front of him. "What do you want me to say? I'm busy. As you so accurately pointed out, we just made a gazillion yen and now decisions have to be made about what to do with it."

I picked up the CD he'd ninja starred at my face and stuffed it back into place, giving the whole case a dramatic shove away from him. "I want a week off. Just let go of one week, and name a place, and I'll make all the arrangements."

He made a grab for his data files and I swiped them up and held them over my head. From his seat, he shook as head at me and adjusted his glasses. "You can have two weeks if you leave me out of it."

I was standing my ground on this one. I'd pester it out of him. "Abso-fucking-lutely not." He thought Ryuichi was persistent? He thought Shuichi was annoying? "One week, including you, or I'll let Shuichi run wild and leave Sakano to his own devices all month."

"You won't be paid, then."

"I'll quit doing the grocery shopping." Wasn't man's work anyway.

"Then perhaps we'll eat better for a change."

"I'll cut you off!"

Tohma actually laughed. "No you won't."

He had me there. "Okay, President of the Decade, what'll it take? All I want is a week with you somewhere that's not here, and somewhere where you won't be mauled by rabid fans."

He glanced at me over his glasses for a millisecond, and then took them off. "Alright, K-san." He stood up and slid his chair in place beneath the desk. "Kumamoto."

And he walked to the hall. I was exactly half a step behind him. "Wait, really? You really want to-"

"Lights."

I hopped back and turned his study lights off. "You really want to go?"

"What did I just say?"

I smiled and hooked my thumbs in my pockets, letting him go. We were going to the beach.

A/N: Three cheers for K and Tohma! Hip-hip hooray! Hip-hip hooray! Hip-hip hooray!