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Dec. 27th, 2006 07:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTitle: Bargain Bin Shopping
Pairing: Shirota/Aiba, squint hard for IreiAiba
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Aiba's hunting for clothes with Shirota, who stumbles on Aiba and his partner in crime.
“So.” Irei pondered as he stood holding any number of brightly colored shirts. “Why am I here again?” Aiba was buried in another bin of clothes, rooting through it and pulling out shirts that made Irei cringe.
“You’re helping me find a Christmas present.” Garish clothing muffled Aiba’s voice and soon the brunet had pulled himself so deep into the bin that he was standing on tiptoes. Grabbing the back of Aiba’s pants Irei pulled his costar back out of the sea of color. Aiba pulled a floral patterned pair of boxers off his head, considered them, and added them to the pile in Irei’s arms.
“Okay, I get helping you find a Christmas present. But why here?” And Irei motioned around them at the bright fluorescent lights and the herd of middle aged women who were bargain shopping.
“Because anywhere else would have stylish clothing and if I’m tempted to buy nice clothes I will and then he’ll never wear them except to a photo shoot or a job or something. I want to buy him something he’ll wear around the house!” Aiba was pouting now, an action that the third generation cast had learned to avoid. Mainly because if Aiba pouted you knew in about three seconds you were going to cave to whatever he asked. Aiba’s pout was just that powerful.
“Okay. So we’re buying clothes for someone who has… interesting taste.” Irei would never be caught dead in any of the outfits he was wearing. They were also just a little too big for him. Aiba had to be buying for someone close to six feet. “Again, why am I here?”
“You have style right?” Aiba gave Irei big sparkly eyes and the dyed blond nodded tentatively. “Well I need you to help me pick the ugliest, least stylish, most blinding clothes out.” Aiba then scuffed his shoes on floor, looking so utterly cute and helpless that the women watching cooed. Irei gave a nervous glance around. If he wanted to make it out of this store un-mauled he would have to give into Aiba. Catching a glimmer of evil as Aiba looked up at him through his eyelashes Irei swore to pick out the most BLINDING outfit possible so that Aiba would have to put up with it whenever ‘he’, whoever He was, wore it.
“Fine. Let’s pick something out.”
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Shirota walked into the thrift store to a hushed, expectant silence. Usually the women in the store flocked to him when he walked in but the woman at the register was instead whispering hurriedly on her cell phone. When Shirota gave her a bright smile and a wave she squeaked before going back to hurried whispering. Blinking Shirota gave a gallic shrug before walking further into the store. All through the aisles women were clustered, talking amongst themselves. Striding down the long aisle towards the bargain bin of men’s clothes Shirota hummed a merry tune to himself under his breath. He had to pick out an outfit for The D-boys Holiday-slash-Birthday party. It was a bother to celebrate Adachi and Yanagi’s birthday along with the Western holiday but they’d solved that problem. Everyone would get Yanagi and Adachi a small gift, and they would pick secret santa’s to get a decent Christmas gift for one of their fellow D-boy.
Coming up to where the bin filled with clothes in his size was located Shirota heard two male voices talking. One of them sounded very familiar, the other did not. “How about this one?” The unfamiliar voice asked.
“The striped one is worse, that one would actually go with his skin tone.” The very familiar voice responded. Peeking from behind one of the shelves Shirota caught sight of Aiba standing by the bin with one of the new guys from Rokkakku. The one who played Saeki wasn’t it? What was he doing here with his Aiba?
“Ooooooookay, well how about the bright purple pants?” The dyed blond held out a pair of garish pants and Shirota pouted. Those would go great with his gold shirt! It’d make a perfect Christmas ensemble.
“…those’ll do.” Aiba picked the pants up, laying them in his arms with a few other garments.
Wait. Shirota narrowed his eyes. Those looked like things he would wear. And they were in a size way too big for Aiba or that blond guy. Overcome by a dizzying thought Shirota clung to the shelf. Was Aiba buying gifts for him?!
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“Don’t look now.” Irei murmured, leaning forward. “But there’s a tall looking half glaring at us from one of the aisles.” Oh, and wow that glare just doubled in ferocity when Irei moved forward. Was this like Aiba’s stalker or something? Glancing over the guy’s clothes Irei realized something. They looked like bargain bin rejects… exactly like the clothes in Aiba’s lap.
Hey, and wasn’t that the former Tezuka?
Aiba turned to glance over his shoulder and scowled. “Shirota! You said you’d be busy today!” Huffing Aiba bundled the clothes up and held them close to his chest.
“I was! I just got some free time and wanted to do a little shopping!” Shirota pointed at Irei. “What’s he doing here?” Aiba glared back at Shirota and stormed down the aisle, leaving Irei staring dumbfounded. What was their relationship? “Aiba-chiiiiiiiiii!! Aren’t I your loving caring boyfrie-” Aiba turned and clapped a hand over Shirota’s mouth.
“Shut up!” Aiba hissed, glancing back at the wide eyed Irei and around at the blushing teams of women. “Do you want everyone to know you idiot?”
Shirota’s mouth moved under Aiba’s hand, the words coming out muffled so Irei could not hear but apparently Aiba could. Removing his hand Aiba blushed. “C’mon stupid. I have to make sure you get to your apartment without getting mugged.”
“What about him?” Shirota whined, pointing back at Irei. Aiba blinked, apparently having forgotten about his shopping buddy.
“Ah, Kanata-san?” Aiba blushed and ducked his head, looking like the sheepish kid Irei remembered from the first few days or rehearsal. “Sorry. Can you get back on your own?”
“I’ll be fine Aiba-kun.” Irei waved his hand in the air. “You two go on.”
“Thanks.” Aiba clung to Shirota’s arm, dragging him towards the counter. “C’mon idiot. Are these clothes okay? I know I got your size but I could only guess at the style.”
That was Aiba’s boyfriend? Maybe Irei should take Gaku’s advice and seduce him. Aiba needed someone with more style.
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“These fit great!” Shirota exclaimed from the bathroom where he was trying on the purple pants. “And look good too!” Strutting out into the living room Shirota pranced in front of Aiba shirtless, dressed only in the tight fitting purple pants and his white socks.
“You’re so gay.” Aiba hugged the pillow to his chest, snickering slightly. “I don’t know how no one has figured it out.”
Pouting at his boyfriend Shirota flopped onto the couch next to him, moving to lay along his side. “Like you can talk, you wear so much pink.” To prove his point Shirota plucked at the pink shirt Aiba was wearing under his white hoodie.
“Pink,” Aiba stressed the word, “is very in right now.” Pouting at Shirota Aiba was unsurprised to find himself kissed, Shirota’s strong, calloused hands moving under his shirt to brush across his stomach. “Shirotan…” Aiba gasped out as Shirota pulled back from the kiss.
“Yeah?” Shirota’s mouth fluttered over Aiba’s jaw, planting short, quick butterfly kisses over the others cute jawline. “Whatcha want?” Ending up under Aiba’s ear Shirota gave the other’s earlobe a quick nibble.
“Well, you,” Aiba sighed, his hands slipping around Shirota’s waist to rest just under Shirota’s beltline, “obviously.”
“You always want me.” Shirota grinned. It was true. Shirota was so the only one Aiba wanted to. Or at least Shirota hoped so. He’d have to kill anyone else who Aiba thought about touching. That’d get messy, and a jail sentence would do nothing for his career.
NIIIIIIIKKI? Am I still missing one for the 12 days?
