Category: Drabble ficlet
Pairing: Taguchi x Nakamaru (TaguMaru)
Genre: hmmm AU
Disclaimer: I only own the story...
Summary: Nakamaru is grumpy. Because he's sleepy. And he's pissed. Because Taguchi is just too much a furry happy bunny.
Word Count: 519
note: a gift for itz_menos for always being awesome, whether it be feeding my JunDa cravings or just simply being a good pal <3 This piece is based on the recently shown 2013.12.02 Shabekuri 007 episode. Lots of TaguMaru moments to make my girl, Aimee's heart happy :-)
Nakamaru walked into the meeting room. His clothes raggedy. His hair a mess. His trousers zipper down. Finding Kamenashi and Ueda already present, he mumbled this sluggish sort of greeting that broke halfway by a long and exhausting yawn.
“Try not to swallow the room”, Kamenashi remarked, his voice just as lifeless as he watched Nakamaru stagger as if he were sleepwalking.
Had not the strength to retort, Nakamaru threw himself across the settee and stretched out flat and wide on his stomach. His face, he buried in the cushion.
"Long night?" Ueda asked, his eyes peeped over the rim of a music magazine from which he was reading.
Nakamaru yawned again, couldn’t even form words to answer.
"What secret companion is keeping you that busy?", Ueda teased this time, a smirk thickly resident on his lips and Kamenashi couldn't help but chuckle.
Nakamaru groaned in lieu of answering.
‘That Bastard’, he mentally cursed.
It was true. He hadn't been sleeping much at nights because of the endless meetings for their year end concerts; choreography rehearsals for music shows; promotional filming for other TV Programmes; the endless magazine shoots and interviews; his drama filming that sapped his brain from memorising lines after lines; and not to mention his project assignments for Shuiichi. Nakamaru found his bucket to be so full that he couldn’t even find the time to enjoy a beer on his newly renovated patio. Such a simple thing had become a fleeting dream.
And yet that Bastard had the audacity to tell the world on national TV that he’s being ignored by him.
That airhead, Taguchi…
Nakamaru found it legitimate to be pissed off.
Then three mornings later, Taguchi yet again busted through the doors of the meeting room. His tension exponentially high as the sky, skin fresh, smile bright and his sunny ‘ohayou’ was deafening as it was annoyingly mellow.
And Nakamaru caught himself pissed off yet again.
Because, how the heck does this guy do it? How can Taguchi always be such a bouncing happy bunny when the rest of them seemed to be walking mummies?
Taguchi’s brightness was just too blinding for anyone to handle on any morning at seven-thirty.
And even at times when Nakamaru did manage to answer to Taguchi’s bouncing gesture, Taguchi would be too loud and at his own pace to hear anyone’s tiny and weary voice.
Yet, that Bastard…
Nakamaru sighed at the injustice of the world and covered his head with the cushion, and wished for nothing more but for sleep to claim him for a week or two. But that’s when he heard, “Ohayou Yuichi”, Taguchi’s voice low and soft in his ear... Taguchi’s aftershave whiffing into his nose… Taguchi consumed him like freshly made espresso.
And with that, Nakamaru turned around to face the music. His gaze locked on Taguchi’s beaming eyes, Taguchi’s sombrero smile, Taguchi who leaned over him almost so intimately.
And just like that, like the snap of a finger with hypnosis, sleep suddenly became totally overrated. And Nakamaru found himself wondering what insane Bastard needed sleep with Taguchi around.
“Good morning, Sunshine”, he brightly returned.
final note: I wrote this while taking breaks between studying, but I hope I did TaguMaru some justice ^^