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Title<\/b>: 5 Places Kitayama Couldn’t Write His Paper [Kitayama\/Fujigaya]
\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: PG-13 mostly for Tamamori. Well, and Nikaido. Okay, all of Kisumai. And A.B.C.
\nSummary<\/b>: Kitayama just wants some peace and quiet so he can get his paper done.
\nAN<\/b>: Ages ago, there was some interview where Kitayama discussed Tackey letting him borrow his laptop to do university work while they were rehearsing for something or other. So I had notes for this floating around on a sticky note and finally decided to just write it. <\/p>\n
5 Places Kitayama Couldn’t Write His Paper<\/b><\/p>\n
One<\/b><\/p>\n
Kitayama cracked his knuckles, ready to get down to business. He was sitting at his study desk, computer humming in front of him, notes to the left of him and textbooks to the right of him. He was ready to go; he was ready to get this paper done<\/i>. <\/p>\n
He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d just put his fingers down on the keyboard when his cell began ringing, the polyphonic strains of \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Let Me\u00e2\u20ac\u009d making him roll his eyes as he tugged the phone out of his pocket. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What do you want?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he demanded of the phone without any preamble. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And what did I tell you about screwing around with my ring tones?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mean,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pout was loud and clear over the phone. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I bet you aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even doing anything.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153For your information,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama said crisply, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m working on a paper right now, and I have to get back to work, so is there something you want?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mah, if it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s school it can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be helped,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya sighed. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll go then. Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t forget we have early practice tomorrow.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t, I won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama brushed Fujigaya off. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153See you then.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Kitayama closed his phone and sat it beside his notes, getting himself ready to go again. Putting his hands back on his keyboard he typed his name, the date, and marked a spot for the title. <\/p>\n
He was just getting to setting up his header and page numbers when the phone rang again. He paused with his fingers still over the keys for a second, then sighed and answered it. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kitayama,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he grunted into the phone. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yo, Hiro,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wataru said. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153How\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the paper coming?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Terrific,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama said, moving his page numbers from the top left to the top right with a click of his mouse. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Something you want?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I just wanted to make sure you remembered we have early practice tomorrow.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Taisuke just called to remind me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama said, letting his voice show exactly what he thought about that. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So if you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Right, right, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll let you get back to work,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wataru said easily. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Work hard, ne?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Got it,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama responded on autopilot, then closed his phone and set it aside a second time. <\/p>\n
He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d written two whole sentences when the phone rang yet again, and Kitayama grabbed with a snarl, fully ready to yell at whoever was on the other end, especially when he saw Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s name on the screen. Shouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t that brat be in bed?<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hiromii!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga wailed before Kitayama could get a single word out, voice full of relief. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thank goodness! Listen, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m really really<\/i> lost and I think I just saw some Yakuza! You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll help me, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Sighing, Kitayama rubbed at his forehead with one hand while he shifted the phone into a more comfortable position against his ear with the other. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell me what happened.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
It took a half hour to get Senga turned around and back to civilization, even with Kitayama suppressing all the really good questions like \u00e2\u20ac\u0153How did you get to Machida in the first place?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you a complete moron?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the station!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga finally exclaimed. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m saved! Hiromii\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the best!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, yeah,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama said, poking at his space bar listlessly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re sure you know how to get home from there?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be fine!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga insisted, far too cheerfully, but Kitayama just let him go. The little moron would only ever learn if they let him make all the mistakes he wanted. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fine, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m going then,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama signed off. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t forget we have early practice tomorrow.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Shouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t I be saying that to you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga laughed, and then said goodbye as well. <\/p>\n
Kitayama looked from the computer to his clock to his bed several times, then gave a defeated sigh. He saved his \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcprogress\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 to his flash drive and powered down his computer before crawling into his bed. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d just get up and work on it early tomorrow morning, he reasoned. <\/p>\n
Which was why he was supremely displeased when his mother shook him awake and informed him that if he didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get his butt moving right that second he was going to miss the train. Kitayama barely remembered to grab his flash drive and his phone off his desk before he dashed out the door. <\/p>\n
Two<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You can use my laptop, if you want,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Takizawa said when Kitayama mentioned his paper-writing woes in passing during practice.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Really?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama asked, ignoring the affronted noise Fujigya made behind him. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sure. University\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s tough when you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re working too, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Takizawa slapped Kitayama on the shoulder. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Maybe you can get some work done during breaks or lunch.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thank you very much, Takizawa-kun.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama bowed gratefully. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Tackey, Tackey!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Takizawa laughed, tugging Kitayama until he was upright again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no problem at all.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Of course even with Takizawa\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s laptop, finding a spot to work was its own problem. Even though he hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t had high hopes for peace and quiet, Kis-My-Ft2\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dressing room was even worse than usual today, it seemed. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey, watch it!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama snapped as Senga and Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrestling nearly came crashing right into him. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d only saved himself by yanking his feet up onto the couch at the last second. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m trying to work!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido snorted, giving Kitayama an insolent look despite the fact that he was on the bottom and thus was looking at Kitayama upside down. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153School\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s for losers, Kitamitsu.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Says the dropout,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama snorted back. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Anyway, this is Takizawa\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s laptop, so if anything happens to it\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ooh, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Tackey\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga asked with interest, scrambling off Nikaido so quickly that Nikaido yelped when he got an elbow to the stomach and a knee in the side. He flopped onto the couch next to Kitayama and scrunched close to see. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What kind is it? Anything good on it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We are not snooping through Takizawa\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s computer!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama tried to shoulder Senga back with little success. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Anyway, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m trying to work, so go away.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I bet he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s got porn on there,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido said, climbing up to sit on Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s other side and leaning in as well. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Maybe even porn of him and Tsubasa.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Eh?!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga made a shocked face, then reached for the touchpad. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s see, let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s see!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Stop that!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama slapped Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand away and closed the laptop. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s got better sense than to lend me a laptop with homemade porn on it! And you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama swung his glare over to Nikaido, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you already got in enough trouble for saying stuff like that?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Only cause it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s true,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nikaido said sulkily. Kitayama rolled his eyes and stood up, making Senga and Nikaido collapse into each other in the middle. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m going to go get some work done, so don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even think about following me!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he announced, then turned his back on Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pout and Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s glare and strode out of the room. <\/p>\n
Three<\/b><\/p>\n
Nobody was ever in A.B.C.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dressing room anyhow, Kitayama reasoned, making it the perfect place to work. And indeed, when he stuck his head into the room, it seemed deserted. Coming inside and closing the door firmly behind him, Kitayama went over to the tiny, battered couch that inhabited the room. <\/p>\n
When he sat on it, it creaked dangerously, and Kitayama tried hard not to think about what acrobatic skills A.B.C. might have been practicing on it lately as he opened the laptop and tried to get back to work yet again. <\/p>\n
He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d actually almost managed to finish his introduction before he heard the noise. He paused, tilting his head, but didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hear anything else and figured he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d imagined it. But a few seconds later, he heard it again, a sort of rustling. Glancing around, he thought the sound seemed to be coming from behind the couch. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153If we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve got mice because those damned kouhai can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t pick up their trash,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama grumbled to himself, setting the laptop aside so that he could sit up to look over the back of the couch, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m going to\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6AUGH!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Now knowing exactly what kind of acrobatics A.B.C., or at least Tottsu and Goseki, were practicing in here, just behind the couch rather than on it, Kitayama grabbed the laptop and left the room as quickly as he could, trying to scrub the image from his brain. <\/p>\n
Tamamori\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s involvement had been sort of a surprise though. Although less of one than when he yanked open the door and found Miyata in the midst of reaching for the handle.<\/p>\n
Four<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just let me stay in here, okay?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama tried to keep his voice even despite the mounting irritation he felt. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You can go on practicing and I might actually get something done.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What do I get out of it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya wanted to know, gaze drifting lazily from Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face down to the laptop in his hands. Although his expression was casual, Kitayama had long ago learned to recognize the glint of negotiation in Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Anything you want that doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t include Takizawa\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s laptop, if,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama said, holding up a finger, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I get a half-hour of peace and quiet so I can get something done.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fine,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya agreed after a moment\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thought, then gave Kitayama a wink before turning back to the mirrored wall to go on with his practice. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Finally,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama grumbled to himself, then settled in one of the corners of the small room. <\/p>\n
Convinced the next distraction would crop up at any moment, Kitayama typed as fast as he could, using the mantra that editing was for the weak. So by the time he realized that Fujigaya was looming over him, he actually was a little more than halfway through. He typed a few more sentences anyway though, trying to prolong the inevitable.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya grinned when Kitayama finally looked up, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been thirty-two minutes already.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fine.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama saved, closed the laptop, and set it to the side out of harm\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s way. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But remember we both have to dance this afternoon.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t worry,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya sing-songed, and Kitayama grunted when Fujigaya landed heavily in his lap. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll be gentle, Mitsupi.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Five<\/b><\/p>\n
He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d better get an A for this paper, Kitayama thought grumpily, then cursed as he banged his elbow on the side of the narrow bathroom stall. Because the higher his education went, the lower he seemed to sink. By now he was starting to fear that if he went to graduate school he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d have to do interpretive dance strip teases to get two minutes of peace. <\/p>\n
He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d sunk so low he couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even get mad really when there was a knock on the door of the stall. He just reached over to unlock the door and it swung open to reveal Yokoo, arms crossed. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What now?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama asked, resigned.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come out of there,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yokoo ordered. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153This is a bit dramatic even for you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not being dramatic!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama insisted. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I tried to work at home but you all kept calling me, and I tried in our dressing room but the kouhai wanted me to search the laptop for porn, and then I tried A.B.C.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dressing room, and I won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even tell you what I saw in there\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Ah, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been wondering where Tamamori got to,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yokoo put in.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153And then I was reduced to trading my body for half-hour units of time!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama finished. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So now I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m in the bathroom! And I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll thank you kindly for letting me finish so I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get kicked out of school after all of this!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Out,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yokoo ordered again, and when Kitayama refused to budge, added, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do you really think Takizawa would want you using his laptop in here?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Grudgingly, Kitayama got up and followed Yokoo out of the bathroom.<\/p>\n
And One Where He Could<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But Wataruuuu,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga whined, but Yokoo ignored his pout and continued pushing him and Nikaido from Kis-My-Ft2\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dressing room. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come on, Taisuke, you too.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yokoo said, beckoning. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Leader needs to work.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re a pain in the ass, fatso,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya commented, but he ruffled Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair as he passed, in a sort of way that seemed to indicate affection and well-wishes. Or maybe just sexual satisfaction, Kitayama couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be bothered to distinguish between the two where Fujigaya was involved. <\/p>\n
As soon as everyone was gone, Kitayama heaved a sigh of relief, finally able to hear himself think. He opened Takizawa\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s laptop and went back to work, feeling much better now that the end was in sight. <\/p>\n
Of course, after a little while, he also started to feel a bit lonely in the silence of their usually boisterous dressing room, not that he would have ever admitted it to any of the others. Enough, though, that when the door opened to reveal a rather harried-looking Tamamori, Kitayama was kind of glad. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh, sorry,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori said. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you working? I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll go.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s okay,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama said. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m almost done, you can come in if you want.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Thanks.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Tamamori trudged across the room and flopped down on the couch, blinking tiredly. Kitayama looked him up and down once, and then tugged Tamamori down so that he was lying across his half of the couch, his long legs thrown over the arm and his head propped up against the outside of Kitayama\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thigh. <\/p>\n
Tamamori was already snoring softly when Kitayama gave the save hot keys a victorious jab, and then he closed the laptop and leaned back for a little nap of his own, feeling like maybe it had all turned out okay in the end. <\/p>\n
A little while later when he heard the door creak open and Fujigaya say, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Pfft, that just figures,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Kitayama didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even bother to open his eyes to smirk.<\/p>\n