Trumpet Boy
By Yukitsu
Notes: Trumpet Boy challenge. BD
"You know," Ume started one normal day, reaching out from under the sheets to grab the glass of water on the nightstand, "I think that guy likes you."
"What guy?" Hamada asked absently, looking for his pants, peering under the bed and getting to his feet to continue his search. He and Ume really needed to not throw their clothes around so much...
"Matsuda. You know, trumpet boy."
Hamada found the pants. Stepped on it, in fact, and fell over with a resounding crash. The alarm clock fell to the floor and broke into two pieces.
"WHAT?"
Ume was not being sympathetic to the new bruise that's probably going to pop up on his knee. Hamada didn't mind the alarm clock so much – it was his second that month, which was really a record. Ever since becoming leader of the ouendan, he'd been cycling through clocks.
"I think he likes you."
The blond sputtered and picked himself up. "Why would he? What? You're crazy."
The other cheerer popped his head out from under the blankets to drink and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, I like you, don't I?"
"You're crazy."
"True," Umehara acquiesced. "Well, he's always staring at you."
Hamada stared at HIM, baffled. "Dude. He kinda has to? I mean, I hold the signs up."
Ume raised the other eyebrow. "He stares at your ASS when you're facing away." Hamada blushed, covered his ass even though Ume just spent the night molesting it.
"You're perverted," he accused, grumbling as he pulled his pants up. "Matsuda is PURE, he doesn't have anything for me."
And his fellow ouendan member laughed. "Pure. Right." Jerk.
"He i is /i pure," Hamada insisted. "Like Mihashi!"
Ume laughed harder.
"Hey, if someone like, like--" Hamada paused. "If someone like ABE liked you, what would you do?"
He stopped laughing. "Dude." Wrinkled his nose. "Not funny."
"See?"
"But," Ume pointed out, "Matsuda is different. He's your cute kohai."
"He is not! We're the same batch!"
Ume snorted "Not really."
"Anyway," Hamada stressed, "Matsuda does not like me."
"Hey, I wouldn't mind him with us. He's a nice guy. And he plays the TRUMPET."
The blond paused. Processed.
"YOU'RE A PERVERT!" he said loudly, smacked Ume right in the face with his pants.
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1/31/2008 4:00PM
Omake:
"You know," Ume started again, voice muffled with a yawn. "Matsuda stares at Kaji's ass, too."
"Stop it!" Hamada demanded, whacking the dark haired teen with a pillow. Umehara had already gone back to burrowing under the covers.