Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or make any money from what I am writing below…would I be here if I did?
Okay I've been thinking about writing some drabbles for a LONG time and now I've FINALLY decided to post them! Well, enjoy!
"Gaaaaahh! Hiro! Get it out! Get it out!" The pink-haired singer screamed, struggling against his best friend's grasp.
"Well if you hold still I can! Stop moving, Shuichi!" Hiro yelled over the singer's own voice, filling NG records with screams and rants. No one was brave enough to actually go inside the recording studio and look, afraid of what they might find...
"But Hirooooo! It hurts!" Shuichi sobbed, thrashing around violently, only to be restrained by the red-haired guitarist. "It's not worth the five yen! I change my mind! Oooowwwwww!"
"Well it's a little late now, Shuichi. Besides, you said you could take it! Now hold still!" Hiro said as calm as possible, wrestling the frantic vocalist around the room until he had about worn himself out, only barely keeping his grasp on Shuichi, who was showing no signs of letting up.
"Get it out! Get it out! Waaaaahhh! It hurts!" Shuichi repeatedly cried, continuously flailing about.
"I'm trying, Shuichi! Just hold still!" The guitarist panted, nothing short of pleading, trying his best to restrain his friend. "Uh…it's kinda stuck…"
"Stuck! It can't be stuck! Please get it out! It hurts!" Shuichi begged, crying his eyes out, not that that was too unusual. "Just use more lube!"
The guitarist complied and grabbed the already half used bottle of lube from his friend's backpack and applied where necessary before tugging.
"That just made it worse!" Shuichi howled in pain, almost deafening the guitarist. "Get it oooooouuuuuuutttt!"
Suddenly, K slammed down the door with showers of bullets accompanied by Sakano and Suguru. "Traffic was he- but K didn't get to finish his sentence upon seeing the sight before him.
"Whaaaa? You guys can't be fooling around! That is sooo unnatural! Why would you do something like that anyways!" Sakano remarked while nothing short of a panic attack followed as he whirled into the walls of the room.
K and Suguru stood dumbfounded at the sight before them, and Shuichi and Hiro stood the same way, with all eyes locked on one another.
K scratched his head in confusion at the predicament the vocalist and guitarist were in at the moment, watching as Hiro desperately tried to restrain his friend from running away. It was a funny sight really, not one to be expected upon coming in thirty minutes late. One of the most surprising things was that Shuichi had made it on time, though…
Suguru and K walked up to the two band mates while Sakano, or the tornado, was still spewing things like 'why would they do that' and 'we have sooo much work to do' and ' we don't have time for this' among other things.
After assessing the situation K just gave it a good yank, Shuichi wailed in agony, Hiro sighed with relief, Suguru rolled his eyes, and Sakano crashed into the last wall before regaining composure.
"Let me just ask you one thing," K began, watching as the pink-haired singer rubbed where it hurt, "why would you stick a three pocky sticks up your nose?"
Well there ya have it, my first drabble! Tell me whatcha think about it please!