Rainbow Wrapping Paper
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: I am not takinga ny claim on these characters, they belong to their respective owner(too lazy to go upstairs and check the name out on the manga) and please do not sue for copyright values.
Author's notes: I tend to be a fan of the odd pairings, and I just randomly stumbled onto this pairing, and I kinda fell in love with it. Actually, this very fic is dedicated to my friend Magnificent Meow, for introducing the pairing to me! And for being the first to reply to my emails. Thanks dear! So I hope you enjoy it! I don't know how long it will be, but that proves to be entertaining nonetheless! So read on!
Chapter One:
The clashing colours seemed to meld together in a rather merry combination, despite their horrid matching attempts; and the monstrous tree, no doubt imported from North America, was so drenched in spray on snow that it looked sick. However, that only added to the unique atmosphere in the usually drab studio, making it seem kinda cozy, in an odd kinda way. Even Kei seemed to have dropped his usual hostilities, abandoning the machine gun to a red suit, fake beard, and a large sac of who knows what.
It was that season yet again, you know, the season to be jolly, and this Christmas party had been long anticipated by all of NG's employees. Actually, Seguchi Tohma had done an excellent job at creating the perfect setting, and even completed the arrangement with randomly hanging mistletoe. It was promising, to see who would fall victim to that hanging weed; that is, if Shuichi was taking horrendous advantage of it, he and Yuki hadn't have moved for the past twenty four minutes.
Inside the recording cubicle, both Hiro and Fujisaki proceeded to provide the group with unfamiliar christmas carols, upon Kei's insistence (repeated threats), not that it was an unenjoyable task, it was just a little difficult. However, the ear to ear grin adorning the red heads face, reflected by the slightly flushed Fujisaki, was enough to make anyone smile. The festivities had been accompanied by a rather extensive bar, and it seemed as though they had no concept of legal drinking age, although Fujisaki was the only minor there, his dark eyed companion was a little worried about his overcomsumption.
However, his worries were soon abandoned as he was unexpectedly pounced upon by a baby pink rabbit, it's owner soon to follow behind. Ryuichi's face was flushed deep red, and his smile so huge it seemed as though his face would break just trying to hold it for even a second longer, but from the time he had met the bouncing brunette, he had never failed to surprize the guitarist. Sakuma Ryuichi had an uncanny way to pull off anything that could ever be seen as unexpected, and it somehow, it suited him. He had an odd aura about him, it was almost as though he were two people in one, the aluring image he presented to all his fans, and the bunny bearing child that half fell on top of the seated redhead.
Hiro couldn't help but smile at his idol, Ryuichi had always been way out of his reach, perfect in his own kind of demented sort of way, and the dark eyed musician could help but reflect back to his highschool years, where he thought of Nittle Grasper as higher than the gods; no they were gods. But now, the pedastal (sp?) he had placed them on had diminished down to respect for music senpai, and he was able to reach out and touch the godlike, and extremely drunk Ryuichi.
He had never really pictured the other as the drinking type, he had more or less pictured his idol as the sweets and candies type, but again he reminded himself, that this man was capable of anything. He was so like Shuichi in so many ways, and even Shuichi liked going out drinking, a little too often if Hiro had to be the judge of it; it was the fact that Ryuichi was so like Shuichi, his lifetime best friend, that made him seem so human, and it gave Hiro courage enough to speak and shake hands with the blue eyed sex symbol.
Ryuichi clung to the hand that had so delicately rested on his flaming cheek, and to Hiro's surprize, almost purred into it. "Sakuma san, what have you been drinking? And how much have you had?" Hiro was beginning to get a little worried.
"Ryuichi doesn't know, Kumagoro knows though!" He grinned even wider, the smile looking so painful, as the brunette lifted the doll so that it was mere inches from Hiro's face, "Kumagoro remembers! It was pink, and it tasted like candy!"
Okay, so Hiro's expectations weren't too far off the mark, although it worried him, as to who would have introduced the seemingly innocent Sakuma to such a drink. "And how many did you drink?" The red head repeated, his tone resembling that of a kindergarden teacher.
The tinier frowned, and began counting on his fingers, a little clumsily at first, but he came up with an answer surprizingly fast. Hold up nine finger, the last holding onto his stuffed Kumagoro, and he shouted, "Six!" a little louder than necessary. Seeing no fault in his actions, or his counting, he gripped onto Hiro's hand, and dragged to red head out of the room. "Hurry up Hiro! The secret Santa is about to start!" Yep, Ryuichi was definitely the spitting image of a child on christmas morning, discluding the obviously adult body.
This year, Seguchi Tohma had informed the employees at the studio that they were to pick a secret santa, and they were to buy a gift for that one person; however, they were not to disclose who their person was until at the party, and the moment was fast approaching. Somehow, Hiro had managed to find a vacant, and somewhat somfortable seat in the crowded room, and waited for the moment to begin, Ryuichi hovering dangerously close to the guitarist, hopping back on forth from foot to foot in place, whispering jibberish to himself, Kumagoro's little paws clenche tightly in his balled fists.
Kei's roaring voice burst loud above the murmur of voices, and everyone silenced at that, "HO HO HO!!!!" NG had definitely picked the right Santa Clause, even though he was really frightening. "Okay, time for everyone to get their gifts from under the tree," he was pointing to the tree with a machine gun that had appeared as if from nowhere (that one was for Shauna), reassuring the red head's suspicion about the sac." And I want you all to hurry!!!" He shouted, shooting at the ceiling, a powder of drywall falling down, almost like snow, "And in an orderly fashion!"
After the crazy procedure, Hiro was amazed to find that his seat was still vacant, and he needed it; those were the most hectic and exhausting moments of the guitarist's life, he could have sworn upon it had he not been so exhausted. Waiting for further instruction, he glanced around the room, searching out the one he would be giving the gift to, and oddly enough, that was the very person to be bouncing towards him, could it be that Ryuichi had him as well?
"Now everyone, find your Secret Santa, and give that gift to them!!" Kei instructed, sparing the ceiling this time, as he tossed a small, and brightly decorated box at Sakano with a wink.
Suspicions confirmed, Ryuichi nearly pounced atop him, the box cradled on the vocalists back towering above him. Hiro suddenly felt really shy, and a faint flush coloured his cheeks, he couldn't move; staring up at his idol, anticipating how the other would react to his gift. That had been the most difficult gift he ever had to buy, so much so, that he had to disclose who he had to Shuichi, just to get help.
Kumagoro's bunny paw pressed against Hiro's forehead, and he finally snapped out of his stupor, "Doctor Kumagoro doesn't think Hiro has a fever," it's tiny pink paw cradled it's chin, as it's little bunny head tilted ever so slightly to the side.
Hiro shook his head violently side to side, trying to shake away those motionless moments, "Hiro's just- I mean, I'm fine." He insisted, standing up, present clenched tightly in his hands, as he gulped down on the frog in his throat. "Um... I"
A heavy hand on his chest forced him back down and into the chair, leaving him in shock, slate grey eyes wide. "First, before Hiro goes to find his Santa, Ryuichi wants to give Hiro his gift!" Dropping the heavy, and huge bow into Hiro's lap, he smiled and shouted, "MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!"
He was a little surprized that the box was heavy, and it made his anxiety grow, unable to wait to unfold the surpize that was about to unwrap before him. Staring for a few minutes in both shock and awe, wrapping torn away, he drunk in the vision of what he had cradled in his lap. In a deep crimson, surface shining, was the very guitar he had been saving bits of every paycheck to buy! It was exactly what he had needed, and desired for years! But it was so expensive! "Sakuma-san, you really shouldn't have, this was so expensive..."
However, it was obviously that Ryuichi was ignoring the comment, Kumagoro flying before him as the brunette made airplane sounds with his mouth. "But I wanted too. But, Kumagoro wants Hiro to call him Ryuichi, not Sakuma-san anymore." And that cheeky grin returned, "Does Hiro like it? Ryuichi likes it! It was sparkling, and Ryuichi wants Hiro to sparkle too!"
Breathless, Hiro nodded, he didn't like it, he LOVED it!! And Sakuma-san didn't seem to care about how much it must have cost him, so that alleviated some of his guilt. But he placed the guitar to the side, having forgotten to give his gift to his secret santa.
Ryuichi began to pout as the guitar was placed to the side of the chair, tears already forming in his big, blue eyes, "Hiro hates it doesn't he?" His bottom lip had begun to quiver, and tears flooded out of the corners of his eyes.
"No that's not it at all! I absolutely love it!" He tried to wave away the tears, "It's just that, I have to give my gift to my santa, and he's no doubt feeling neglected." Swallowing the frog in his throat, satistfied that the waterfalls had stopped, a blush returning to his cheeks, he shyly handed the gift to Ryuichi, looking away, "Merry Christmas, Saku- Um, I mean Ryuichi." As he leaned back in the chair, and finally turned his guilty eyes on his idol. The other's gift made his look like Child's play, but he only hoped that the other liked it.
*** I think I'll end the chapter here, because although I had alot more planned for this chapter, the opening took up a little more than expected, so the rest will make up chapter Two*** How'd you like it? Reviews? ^-^
Author: Purrmeow
Disclaimer: I am not takinga ny claim on these characters, they belong to their respective owner(too lazy to go upstairs and check the name out on the manga) and please do not sue for copyright values.
Author's notes: I tend to be a fan of the odd pairings, and I just randomly stumbled onto this pairing, and I kinda fell in love with it. Actually, this very fic is dedicated to my friend Magnificent Meow, for introducing the pairing to me! And for being the first to reply to my emails. Thanks dear! So I hope you enjoy it! I don't know how long it will be, but that proves to be entertaining nonetheless! So read on!
Chapter One:
The clashing colours seemed to meld together in a rather merry combination, despite their horrid matching attempts; and the monstrous tree, no doubt imported from North America, was so drenched in spray on snow that it looked sick. However, that only added to the unique atmosphere in the usually drab studio, making it seem kinda cozy, in an odd kinda way. Even Kei seemed to have dropped his usual hostilities, abandoning the machine gun to a red suit, fake beard, and a large sac of who knows what.
It was that season yet again, you know, the season to be jolly, and this Christmas party had been long anticipated by all of NG's employees. Actually, Seguchi Tohma had done an excellent job at creating the perfect setting, and even completed the arrangement with randomly hanging mistletoe. It was promising, to see who would fall victim to that hanging weed; that is, if Shuichi was taking horrendous advantage of it, he and Yuki hadn't have moved for the past twenty four minutes.
Inside the recording cubicle, both Hiro and Fujisaki proceeded to provide the group with unfamiliar christmas carols, upon Kei's insistence (repeated threats), not that it was an unenjoyable task, it was just a little difficult. However, the ear to ear grin adorning the red heads face, reflected by the slightly flushed Fujisaki, was enough to make anyone smile. The festivities had been accompanied by a rather extensive bar, and it seemed as though they had no concept of legal drinking age, although Fujisaki was the only minor there, his dark eyed companion was a little worried about his overcomsumption.
However, his worries were soon abandoned as he was unexpectedly pounced upon by a baby pink rabbit, it's owner soon to follow behind. Ryuichi's face was flushed deep red, and his smile so huge it seemed as though his face would break just trying to hold it for even a second longer, but from the time he had met the bouncing brunette, he had never failed to surprize the guitarist. Sakuma Ryuichi had an uncanny way to pull off anything that could ever be seen as unexpected, and it somehow, it suited him. He had an odd aura about him, it was almost as though he were two people in one, the aluring image he presented to all his fans, and the bunny bearing child that half fell on top of the seated redhead.
Hiro couldn't help but smile at his idol, Ryuichi had always been way out of his reach, perfect in his own kind of demented sort of way, and the dark eyed musician could help but reflect back to his highschool years, where he thought of Nittle Grasper as higher than the gods; no they were gods. But now, the pedastal (sp?) he had placed them on had diminished down to respect for music senpai, and he was able to reach out and touch the godlike, and extremely drunk Ryuichi.
He had never really pictured the other as the drinking type, he had more or less pictured his idol as the sweets and candies type, but again he reminded himself, that this man was capable of anything. He was so like Shuichi in so many ways, and even Shuichi liked going out drinking, a little too often if Hiro had to be the judge of it; it was the fact that Ryuichi was so like Shuichi, his lifetime best friend, that made him seem so human, and it gave Hiro courage enough to speak and shake hands with the blue eyed sex symbol.
Ryuichi clung to the hand that had so delicately rested on his flaming cheek, and to Hiro's surprize, almost purred into it. "Sakuma san, what have you been drinking? And how much have you had?" Hiro was beginning to get a little worried.
"Ryuichi doesn't know, Kumagoro knows though!" He grinned even wider, the smile looking so painful, as the brunette lifted the doll so that it was mere inches from Hiro's face, "Kumagoro remembers! It was pink, and it tasted like candy!"
Okay, so Hiro's expectations weren't too far off the mark, although it worried him, as to who would have introduced the seemingly innocent Sakuma to such a drink. "And how many did you drink?" The red head repeated, his tone resembling that of a kindergarden teacher.
The tinier frowned, and began counting on his fingers, a little clumsily at first, but he came up with an answer surprizingly fast. Hold up nine finger, the last holding onto his stuffed Kumagoro, and he shouted, "Six!" a little louder than necessary. Seeing no fault in his actions, or his counting, he gripped onto Hiro's hand, and dragged to red head out of the room. "Hurry up Hiro! The secret Santa is about to start!" Yep, Ryuichi was definitely the spitting image of a child on christmas morning, discluding the obviously adult body.
This year, Seguchi Tohma had informed the employees at the studio that they were to pick a secret santa, and they were to buy a gift for that one person; however, they were not to disclose who their person was until at the party, and the moment was fast approaching. Somehow, Hiro had managed to find a vacant, and somewhat somfortable seat in the crowded room, and waited for the moment to begin, Ryuichi hovering dangerously close to the guitarist, hopping back on forth from foot to foot in place, whispering jibberish to himself, Kumagoro's little paws clenche tightly in his balled fists.
Kei's roaring voice burst loud above the murmur of voices, and everyone silenced at that, "HO HO HO!!!!" NG had definitely picked the right Santa Clause, even though he was really frightening. "Okay, time for everyone to get their gifts from under the tree," he was pointing to the tree with a machine gun that had appeared as if from nowhere (that one was for Shauna), reassuring the red head's suspicion about the sac." And I want you all to hurry!!!" He shouted, shooting at the ceiling, a powder of drywall falling down, almost like snow, "And in an orderly fashion!"
After the crazy procedure, Hiro was amazed to find that his seat was still vacant, and he needed it; those were the most hectic and exhausting moments of the guitarist's life, he could have sworn upon it had he not been so exhausted. Waiting for further instruction, he glanced around the room, searching out the one he would be giving the gift to, and oddly enough, that was the very person to be bouncing towards him, could it be that Ryuichi had him as well?
"Now everyone, find your Secret Santa, and give that gift to them!!" Kei instructed, sparing the ceiling this time, as he tossed a small, and brightly decorated box at Sakano with a wink.
Suspicions confirmed, Ryuichi nearly pounced atop him, the box cradled on the vocalists back towering above him. Hiro suddenly felt really shy, and a faint flush coloured his cheeks, he couldn't move; staring up at his idol, anticipating how the other would react to his gift. That had been the most difficult gift he ever had to buy, so much so, that he had to disclose who he had to Shuichi, just to get help.
Kumagoro's bunny paw pressed against Hiro's forehead, and he finally snapped out of his stupor, "Doctor Kumagoro doesn't think Hiro has a fever," it's tiny pink paw cradled it's chin, as it's little bunny head tilted ever so slightly to the side.
Hiro shook his head violently side to side, trying to shake away those motionless moments, "Hiro's just- I mean, I'm fine." He insisted, standing up, present clenched tightly in his hands, as he gulped down on the frog in his throat. "Um... I"
A heavy hand on his chest forced him back down and into the chair, leaving him in shock, slate grey eyes wide. "First, before Hiro goes to find his Santa, Ryuichi wants to give Hiro his gift!" Dropping the heavy, and huge bow into Hiro's lap, he smiled and shouted, "MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!"
He was a little surprized that the box was heavy, and it made his anxiety grow, unable to wait to unfold the surpize that was about to unwrap before him. Staring for a few minutes in both shock and awe, wrapping torn away, he drunk in the vision of what he had cradled in his lap. In a deep crimson, surface shining, was the very guitar he had been saving bits of every paycheck to buy! It was exactly what he had needed, and desired for years! But it was so expensive! "Sakuma-san, you really shouldn't have, this was so expensive..."
However, it was obviously that Ryuichi was ignoring the comment, Kumagoro flying before him as the brunette made airplane sounds with his mouth. "But I wanted too. But, Kumagoro wants Hiro to call him Ryuichi, not Sakuma-san anymore." And that cheeky grin returned, "Does Hiro like it? Ryuichi likes it! It was sparkling, and Ryuichi wants Hiro to sparkle too!"
Breathless, Hiro nodded, he didn't like it, he LOVED it!! And Sakuma-san didn't seem to care about how much it must have cost him, so that alleviated some of his guilt. But he placed the guitar to the side, having forgotten to give his gift to his secret santa.
Ryuichi began to pout as the guitar was placed to the side of the chair, tears already forming in his big, blue eyes, "Hiro hates it doesn't he?" His bottom lip had begun to quiver, and tears flooded out of the corners of his eyes.
"No that's not it at all! I absolutely love it!" He tried to wave away the tears, "It's just that, I have to give my gift to my santa, and he's no doubt feeling neglected." Swallowing the frog in his throat, satistfied that the waterfalls had stopped, a blush returning to his cheeks, he shyly handed the gift to Ryuichi, looking away, "Merry Christmas, Saku- Um, I mean Ryuichi." As he leaned back in the chair, and finally turned his guilty eyes on his idol. The other's gift made his look like Child's play, but he only hoped that the other liked it.
*** I think I'll end the chapter here, because although I had alot more planned for this chapter, the opening took up a little more than expected, so the rest will make up chapter Two*** How'd you like it? Reviews? ^-^