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kat8chaTitle: Of Butter Knives and Boybands otherwhise knowns as Kitti has no title
Author:kat8cha
Rating: PG-13 at most
Pairing: Katou/Shirota/Aiba
Summary: Katou and Shirota compete, team up, and then Shiozawa gets sick of Emo!Aiba and locks them in a closet. Takuya features.
I dare you people to write me Kawaii or Shio fic!!!
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kat8chaRating: PG-13 at most
Pairing: Katou/Shirota/Aiba
Summary: Katou and Shirota compete, team up, and then Shiozawa gets sick of Emo!Aiba and locks them in a closet. Takuya features.
Aiba stated in an interview that he had to find out through rumors about Katou being in Tenimyu. That was true, however he had confirmed the rumors by jumping Takuya and questioning the other at knife point. (It had been a butter knife, and they had been in the middle of a Denny's but hey it counted.) Aiba had then sulked for days, and refused to answer Katou's phone calls when the other eventually called him worriedly.
At the first official rehearsal with both casts Aiba had spent the entire time avoiding Katou and using Shirota as a human shield. That of course was not a successful plan since Katou seemed dead set on speaking to either of them and Ueshima wanted to get the Atobe and Tezuka actors talking.
Aiba had then abandoned Shirota, deciding instead to use his hair straightener and Shiozawa as things to hide behind. Shiozawa had been amused, the hair straightener had been hot enough to burn.
"So." Katou looked Shirota over, ignoring the couple inches the Seigaku 'buchou' had on him. "You're Shirota." He met Shirota's gaze, his obviously disdainful. Shirota looked Atobe over, his eyes lingering on the others earing.
"Yeah. Nice to meet you." He smiled. "You must be 'Kazuki-san'."
"Call me Katou.”
Ueshima applauded. "That's great you two! The atmosphere's just what Tezuka and Atobe need." What Ueshima obviously ignored was that Shirota and Katou weren't acting, and that the rivalry had very little to do with tennis.
Aiba refused to speak to either of them for close to a week. Which certainly made rehearsals interesting. Yanagi had smirked at all three of them and threatened to get Washimi to lock them in a room together. To which Washimi had replied 'usu' and giggled.
Shirota had cajoled Aiba into talking to him again with a few home made bento's, while Katou had surprised the brunet with a hug days earlier to start conversation. Shirota had turned interesting shades of red, purple, and a rather jealous green.
When they were asked to add a little more 'rival buchou love' into their act Katou was understandably a little uneasy. Aiba had blinked and pasted on his poker face when that statment was made. Takuya had asked Katou later if Aiba seemed uncomfortable with the tenimyu cast.
It was when Katou walked into the Seigaku dressing rooms and found Aiba being hit on by a flirtatious smiling Shirota that he almost burst a blood vessel. Aiba looked uncomfortable, and rather like he wanted to melt into the floor.
Katou had of course, stormed in all protectively and gotten Shirota to leave Aiba alone. What he had gotten for his efforts was a glare and a 'I'm not a girl'. Then Aiba had refused to talk to him... *again*.
After rehearsal he'd headed to a nearby cafe. Sulking over a cup of coffee Katou had been surprised to be found by Shirota. Shirota slid across from Katou, sipping his own cup of coffee idly. "You look like you lost your best friend Katou raised an eyebrow at him.
"You look like a kicked puppy." He smirked as Shirota sputtered.
“Aiba-chii likes me more.” Shirota pouted into his coffee cup, ignoring Katou’s glare.
“Hiroki has known me longer, and likes me better.” Katou pulled out a sudoku puzzle starting to work on it. Shirota snorted and looked around the café.
“Just cause you get to call him by his first name doesn’t mean anything.” Shirota looked over the puzzle. “You made a mistake there, it should be three not a five” Katou rolled his eyes, but looking over the puzzle realized that would clear things up. Erasing his own answer he wrote Shirota’s in.
“I knew that, and of course it does. He’s comfortable staying over at my apartment.” Katou shifted the puzzle, filling in a few numbers and raising an eyebrow at Shirota. Shirota shook his head.
“No, finishing the line next to it would be easier.” Shirota pointed at another line of numbers, taking the pencil and filling in a few. Katou blinked.
“You’re pretty good at this.” Huh, so maybe the man wasn’t an idiot. Shirota gave him a wry smile.
“Despite what Aiba might have told you my head isn’t empty.” Shirota muttered something under his breath about know it all brats who name their hair straighteners and Katou found himself laughing slightly. Shirota’s eyes widened and he leaned closer conspiratorially. “You know... against a combined front I’m betting he’d cave.”
“Ah, but that would mean becoming friends as opposed to rivals.” Katou thought it over. “We’ll see.”
Takuya patted Aiba's back as the other slouched. They were back at Denny's, but he'd confiscated Aiba's silverware this time. The other was pouting too much to be violent though.
"They're not supposed to like each other." Aiba placed his head on the table, burying it with his arms. "They're not supposed to talk. Or go out to coffee, and I saw Kazuki letting Shirota help with his Sudoku. He doesn’t let me help. They always change topic when I walk into the room. Tak-kun what could they talk about?"
"They're talking about how much they want your squirmy gay ass." Takuya stated, before ducking Aiba's swat at his head. "Totally true!" He laughed.
Aiba huffed and poked at his chicken strips. "But I don't want them to talk about me ass, squirmy or otherwise. And I'm not gay!"
"Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure you're not." Takuya stole a french fry and munched on it. "Then what about that boyfriend you had in middle school? Or the fact you've never thought a girl was cute in your life?
Aiba huffed. "I'm just a late bloomer. And Hyuuga-senpai was not my boyfriend."
"You gave him candy on Valentine's day." Takuya stole another fry, smacking at Aiba's protective hands. "And he gave you a gift on white day. And you two went on the ferris wheel at the carnival."
"That wasn't a date." Aiba flushed and shoved his plate at Takuya. "That was.... not a date." Damn, he had wondered why Hyuuga-senpai had given him one of his buttons during the other's graduation.
"You're so cute when you're embarrassed." Takuya patted Aiba's head. "So what's wrong with being gay? Half the cast is. I know Date-chan is."
"Everyone knows that." Aiba muttered into his arms. "Kotani's straight."
"Kotani's as straight as Endo, and I know we all saw those pictures of Endo and Yanagi making out.” Aiba made a face and buried it in his tea cup.
“Which was totally gross.” It had not been hot, in even the vaguest sense of the word. He did not want to know what sort of relationship the two had. It would be like... if he got to kiss Kimeru or something. Except there would probably be less idol worship involved.
“So you say.” Tapping Aiba on the head with his straw Takuya frowned at his friend. “Okay, so what are you going to do? I know that you’ve had a crush on Katou for years, but you were warming up to Shirota-san.” He poked Aiba, who squirmed away slightly.
“They seem to be getting along fine with each other.” Aiba grumped. “More then fine.” Takuya fought the urge to hit Aiba upside the head. It was obviously a lost cause.
There was another watching party who was not so lenient though. The next day as he watched the ever closer Katou and Shirota along with Aiba’s growing distance from the rest of the cast. Rolling his eyes Shiozawa bit back a growl. St. Rudolph, ever the more intelligent cast, were all discreetly absent. When Aiba left the dressing room Shiozawa followed him.
“Aiba-san.” He called out, brushing his hair out of his face as they entered a deserted hallway. Aiba jumped, turning and staring wide eyed at him before composing himself.
“Ah, Shiozawa-san.” He smiled politely, much like Fuji, and tilted his head. “Did you want something?” Aiba’s hands twitched a little, a sure sign to Shiozawa that the other was uncomfortable.
“A word.” Shiozawa motioned to the side. If he got Aiba positioned just right. Aiba sighed, stepping close to Shiozawa and the wall. Shiozawa smirked, just perfect. Quickly he pushed Aiba into the empty closet, closing the door and jamming the handle. Now to get Shirota and Katou. Aiba pounded on the door, shouting at him. Luckily the door muffled the obscenities. They were unfit for Shiozawa’s delicate ears anyway.
“Katou-san! Shirota-san!” Katou and Shirota looked up from where they were talking alone. Leaning in the doorway Shiozawa panted just a little “I need a little help.”
“With what?” Katou stood, walking over to Shiozawa. He and Shirota had been having a ‘strategy meeting’ about what to do about Aiba. Both had noticed their plan wasn’t working that well.
“Aiba locked himself in a closet, he says he’s not coming out.” Shirota blinked, standing and rushing to the door.
“Where?” He questioned, and as soon as Shiozawa pointed the way he was out the door.
“My question,” Katou eyed Shiozawa, who’s eyes held a sparkle of mischief and deviousness, “is why?” Shiozawa carefully schooled his face into the perfect vision of innocence.
“Why?” Shiozawa repeated like a parrot. “Why what?”
“Why would Hiroki have locked himself in a closet?” Shiozawa blinked sweetly.
“Maybe he’s trying to come out?” Katou rolled his eyes and hit him lightly on the head before walking after the departing Shirota. As soon as they were both out of hearing range Mizuki dissolved into a short series of evil sounding giggles.
Kujirai, who was turning down the corner into the hallway stopped and decided that he would just have to tell Ueshima-sensei that he couldn’t find the Tezuka and Atobe actors.
Shirota was staring at the door behind which a familiar voice was shouting for blood vengeance. His eyes were wide with amazement. He didn’t know Aiba knew words like that.
“Amazing isn’t it.” Katou stepped up to Shirota’s side, eyeing the door in bemusement. “I’m still wondering who taught him them so I can kick their ass.” Reaching out he shook the object blocking the door handle away, and the door opened inwards pushing Aiba back. Shirota bounded into the closet, with Katou only a step behind. Aiba crossed his arms and glared.
“Where is he?” Aiba snarled dangerously, eyes flashing in a particularly evil fashion.
“Who?” Shirota blinked and suddenly the light dissapeared as the door was pulled shut. Aiba burst bast Shirota and Katou, pounding on the door and tugging on the handle.
“SHIOZAWA!!!!”
Ueshima-sensei blinked at Shiozawa, who had a 3 foot radius of empty air around him. The teen was smirking like a cat who got an extra serving with cream, and a canary, and he was occasionally dissolving into evil giggles. As such Ueshima could see why no one was talking to him.
“What did you do this time?” He questioned, peering at Shiozawa in amusement. The last time the singer had looked so self satisfied was upon stuffing Kimeru and Kengo into a closet and jamming the door. Of course, Kimeru, and Kengo had looked self satisfied after that event too.
“Nothing.” Shiozawa stifled his laughter in his hand. Looking around the rehearsal hall the choreographer realized that Katou, Shirota, and Aiba had yet to reappear.
“Ah. Trying for a threesome this time around?” He question in amusement. Shiozawa beamed, brushing the hair out of his face.
“Just wait! Next I go for a foursome!” Ueshima blinked opening his mouth to say something but was cut off.
“SHIOZAWA!” A blur dived at Shiozawa, hands reaching for the black haired boys neck. Ueshima grabbed the blurry figure, pulling him back and away from Shiozawa. “Sensei lemme go!” Keeping a tight hold on the writing figure Ueshima grappled with the squirming teenager. Spotting the hickeys that were littering Aiba’s neck Ueshima decided to hand him off to the satisfied looking and slightly disheveled pair of Katou and Shirota.
Shiozawa blinked and grinned happily. “Yay! It worked!” He then spun and pointed at Kawai Ryousuke.
“Kawaii! You owe me a thousand yen!”
At the first official rehearsal with both casts Aiba had spent the entire time avoiding Katou and using Shirota as a human shield. That of course was not a successful plan since Katou seemed dead set on speaking to either of them and Ueshima wanted to get the Atobe and Tezuka actors talking.
Aiba had then abandoned Shirota, deciding instead to use his hair straightener and Shiozawa as things to hide behind. Shiozawa had been amused, the hair straightener had been hot enough to burn.
"So." Katou looked Shirota over, ignoring the couple inches the Seigaku 'buchou' had on him. "You're Shirota." He met Shirota's gaze, his obviously disdainful. Shirota looked Atobe over, his eyes lingering on the others earing.
"Yeah. Nice to meet you." He smiled. "You must be 'Kazuki-san'."
"Call me Katou.”
Ueshima applauded. "That's great you two! The atmosphere's just what Tezuka and Atobe need." What Ueshima obviously ignored was that Shirota and Katou weren't acting, and that the rivalry had very little to do with tennis.
Aiba refused to speak to either of them for close to a week. Which certainly made rehearsals interesting. Yanagi had smirked at all three of them and threatened to get Washimi to lock them in a room together. To which Washimi had replied 'usu' and giggled.
Shirota had cajoled Aiba into talking to him again with a few home made bento's, while Katou had surprised the brunet with a hug days earlier to start conversation. Shirota had turned interesting shades of red, purple, and a rather jealous green.
When they were asked to add a little more 'rival buchou love' into their act Katou was understandably a little uneasy. Aiba had blinked and pasted on his poker face when that statment was made. Takuya had asked Katou later if Aiba seemed uncomfortable with the tenimyu cast.
It was when Katou walked into the Seigaku dressing rooms and found Aiba being hit on by a flirtatious smiling Shirota that he almost burst a blood vessel. Aiba looked uncomfortable, and rather like he wanted to melt into the floor.
Katou had of course, stormed in all protectively and gotten Shirota to leave Aiba alone. What he had gotten for his efforts was a glare and a 'I'm not a girl'. Then Aiba had refused to talk to him... *again*.
After rehearsal he'd headed to a nearby cafe. Sulking over a cup of coffee Katou had been surprised to be found by Shirota. Shirota slid across from Katou, sipping his own cup of coffee idly. "You look like you lost your best friend Katou raised an eyebrow at him.
"You look like a kicked puppy." He smirked as Shirota sputtered.
“Aiba-chii likes me more.” Shirota pouted into his coffee cup, ignoring Katou’s glare.
“Hiroki has known me longer, and likes me better.” Katou pulled out a sudoku puzzle starting to work on it. Shirota snorted and looked around the café.
“Just cause you get to call him by his first name doesn’t mean anything.” Shirota looked over the puzzle. “You made a mistake there, it should be three not a five” Katou rolled his eyes, but looking over the puzzle realized that would clear things up. Erasing his own answer he wrote Shirota’s in.
“I knew that, and of course it does. He’s comfortable staying over at my apartment.” Katou shifted the puzzle, filling in a few numbers and raising an eyebrow at Shirota. Shirota shook his head.
“No, finishing the line next to it would be easier.” Shirota pointed at another line of numbers, taking the pencil and filling in a few. Katou blinked.
“You’re pretty good at this.” Huh, so maybe the man wasn’t an idiot. Shirota gave him a wry smile.
“Despite what Aiba might have told you my head isn’t empty.” Shirota muttered something under his breath about know it all brats who name their hair straighteners and Katou found himself laughing slightly. Shirota’s eyes widened and he leaned closer conspiratorially. “You know... against a combined front I’m betting he’d cave.”
“Ah, but that would mean becoming friends as opposed to rivals.” Katou thought it over. “We’ll see.”
Takuya patted Aiba's back as the other slouched. They were back at Denny's, but he'd confiscated Aiba's silverware this time. The other was pouting too much to be violent though.
"They're not supposed to like each other." Aiba placed his head on the table, burying it with his arms. "They're not supposed to talk. Or go out to coffee, and I saw Kazuki letting Shirota help with his Sudoku. He doesn’t let me help. They always change topic when I walk into the room. Tak-kun what could they talk about?"
"They're talking about how much they want your squirmy gay ass." Takuya stated, before ducking Aiba's swat at his head. "Totally true!" He laughed.
Aiba huffed and poked at his chicken strips. "But I don't want them to talk about me ass, squirmy or otherwise. And I'm not gay!"
"Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure you're not." Takuya stole a french fry and munched on it. "Then what about that boyfriend you had in middle school? Or the fact you've never thought a girl was cute in your life?
Aiba huffed. "I'm just a late bloomer. And Hyuuga-senpai was not my boyfriend."
"You gave him candy on Valentine's day." Takuya stole another fry, smacking at Aiba's protective hands. "And he gave you a gift on white day. And you two went on the ferris wheel at the carnival."
"That wasn't a date." Aiba flushed and shoved his plate at Takuya. "That was.... not a date." Damn, he had wondered why Hyuuga-senpai had given him one of his buttons during the other's graduation.
"You're so cute when you're embarrassed." Takuya patted Aiba's head. "So what's wrong with being gay? Half the cast is. I know Date-chan is."
"Everyone knows that." Aiba muttered into his arms. "Kotani's straight."
"Kotani's as straight as Endo, and I know we all saw those pictures of Endo and Yanagi making out.” Aiba made a face and buried it in his tea cup.
“Which was totally gross.” It had not been hot, in even the vaguest sense of the word. He did not want to know what sort of relationship the two had. It would be like... if he got to kiss Kimeru or something. Except there would probably be less idol worship involved.
“So you say.” Tapping Aiba on the head with his straw Takuya frowned at his friend. “Okay, so what are you going to do? I know that you’ve had a crush on Katou for years, but you were warming up to Shirota-san.” He poked Aiba, who squirmed away slightly.
“They seem to be getting along fine with each other.” Aiba grumped. “More then fine.” Takuya fought the urge to hit Aiba upside the head. It was obviously a lost cause.
There was another watching party who was not so lenient though. The next day as he watched the ever closer Katou and Shirota along with Aiba’s growing distance from the rest of the cast. Rolling his eyes Shiozawa bit back a growl. St. Rudolph, ever the more intelligent cast, were all discreetly absent. When Aiba left the dressing room Shiozawa followed him.
“Aiba-san.” He called out, brushing his hair out of his face as they entered a deserted hallway. Aiba jumped, turning and staring wide eyed at him before composing himself.
“Ah, Shiozawa-san.” He smiled politely, much like Fuji, and tilted his head. “Did you want something?” Aiba’s hands twitched a little, a sure sign to Shiozawa that the other was uncomfortable.
“A word.” Shiozawa motioned to the side. If he got Aiba positioned just right. Aiba sighed, stepping close to Shiozawa and the wall. Shiozawa smirked, just perfect. Quickly he pushed Aiba into the empty closet, closing the door and jamming the handle. Now to get Shirota and Katou. Aiba pounded on the door, shouting at him. Luckily the door muffled the obscenities. They were unfit for Shiozawa’s delicate ears anyway.
“Katou-san! Shirota-san!” Katou and Shirota looked up from where they were talking alone. Leaning in the doorway Shiozawa panted just a little “I need a little help.”
“With what?” Katou stood, walking over to Shiozawa. He and Shirota had been having a ‘strategy meeting’ about what to do about Aiba. Both had noticed their plan wasn’t working that well.
“Aiba locked himself in a closet, he says he’s not coming out.” Shirota blinked, standing and rushing to the door.
“Where?” He questioned, and as soon as Shiozawa pointed the way he was out the door.
“My question,” Katou eyed Shiozawa, who’s eyes held a sparkle of mischief and deviousness, “is why?” Shiozawa carefully schooled his face into the perfect vision of innocence.
“Why?” Shiozawa repeated like a parrot. “Why what?”
“Why would Hiroki have locked himself in a closet?” Shiozawa blinked sweetly.
“Maybe he’s trying to come out?” Katou rolled his eyes and hit him lightly on the head before walking after the departing Shirota. As soon as they were both out of hearing range Mizuki dissolved into a short series of evil sounding giggles.
Kujirai, who was turning down the corner into the hallway stopped and decided that he would just have to tell Ueshima-sensei that he couldn’t find the Tezuka and Atobe actors.
Shirota was staring at the door behind which a familiar voice was shouting for blood vengeance. His eyes were wide with amazement. He didn’t know Aiba knew words like that.
“Amazing isn’t it.” Katou stepped up to Shirota’s side, eyeing the door in bemusement. “I’m still wondering who taught him them so I can kick their ass.” Reaching out he shook the object blocking the door handle away, and the door opened inwards pushing Aiba back. Shirota bounded into the closet, with Katou only a step behind. Aiba crossed his arms and glared.
“Where is he?” Aiba snarled dangerously, eyes flashing in a particularly evil fashion.
“Who?” Shirota blinked and suddenly the light dissapeared as the door was pulled shut. Aiba burst bast Shirota and Katou, pounding on the door and tugging on the handle.
“SHIOZAWA!!!!”
Ueshima-sensei blinked at Shiozawa, who had a 3 foot radius of empty air around him. The teen was smirking like a cat who got an extra serving with cream, and a canary, and he was occasionally dissolving into evil giggles. As such Ueshima could see why no one was talking to him.
“What did you do this time?” He questioned, peering at Shiozawa in amusement. The last time the singer had looked so self satisfied was upon stuffing Kimeru and Kengo into a closet and jamming the door. Of course, Kimeru, and Kengo had looked self satisfied after that event too.
“Nothing.” Shiozawa stifled his laughter in his hand. Looking around the rehearsal hall the choreographer realized that Katou, Shirota, and Aiba had yet to reappear.
“Ah. Trying for a threesome this time around?” He question in amusement. Shiozawa beamed, brushing the hair out of his face.
“Just wait! Next I go for a foursome!” Ueshima blinked opening his mouth to say something but was cut off.
“SHIOZAWA!” A blur dived at Shiozawa, hands reaching for the black haired boys neck. Ueshima grabbed the blurry figure, pulling him back and away from Shiozawa. “Sensei lemme go!” Keeping a tight hold on the writing figure Ueshima grappled with the squirming teenager. Spotting the hickeys that were littering Aiba’s neck Ueshima decided to hand him off to the satisfied looking and slightly disheveled pair of Katou and Shirota.
Shiozawa blinked and grinned happily. “Yay! It worked!” He then spun and pointed at Kawai Ryousuke.
“Kawaii! You owe me a thousand yen!”
I dare you people to write me Kawaii or Shio fic!!!
