Verkleiden

It was the first day of filming for their newest music video and Suguru was dreading it. The song wasn’t a particularly bad one, but the lyrics were nearly pornographic, and always brought horrible images into the young keyboardist’s mind. After all, everyone knew that all of their singer’s inspiration came from his lover, Yuki Eiri, and Suguru could never help but think of what had inspired these lyrics. For someone with next to no interest in guys, this was disturbing. But the video filming would likely take a week or more, and he would have to hear the sickening words multiple times. Hence, he had become… well, yes, almost cranky. This, in turn, led to one Shindou Shuichi who alternately tried to draw him out and complained—loudly and at great length—about his “childish behavior”. Really, Suguru admired their guitarist for his ability to keep a straight face through all of the singer’s many rants.

Hopefully, he wouldn’t be required to do much but have the occasional shot taken of him at his synth, because he had no intentions of doing anything else. He didn’t like cameras very much, though he wouldn’t refuse to do his part.

“Fujisaki-kun! Hurry up!” There it was, the grating voice of an overenthusiastic vocalist.

“I’m coming, Shindou-san.”

Hiro stood next to him as they waited for the elevator to take them to their studio’s floor. “Try to put up with him.”

“That’s nearly a refrain,” came the dry voice of their manager behind them.

The elevator doors opened and Shuichi took off, leaving Sakano to wail after him. Both Hiro and Suguru jumped, flinching, as K calmly took out his gun and shot at him, freezing him in his tracks.

“Shindou-kun, we’re right here!” Sakano already looked to be on the verge of tears as Shuichi grinned cheerfully and trotted back to them.

As soon as they entered they were bombarded with voices and hands that pulled them apart, each into their own dressing room. In his, Suguru managed to push away his ‘assistants’. “I’m perfectly capable of dressing myself, thank you. Please just give me my outfit?”

Something was placed in his hands, and he shook it out, confused. Then, he froze, mind blank.

Oh, no.

No way; absolutely not.

He dropped it, turning to walk briskly out into the main room where he saw Hiro was already dressed—in a perfectly respectable pants and vest ensemble. So why had he been given such an… outrageous outfit? He sat in the chair next to the guitarist, folding his hands in his lap as he waited for K to come over and shoot him. He would, after all, because the worried assistants must have gone and gotten him already. Sure enough, there he was. Fortunately, he didn’t have his gun unholstered yet—he looked almost as confused as Hiro did, wondering why the most compliant member was suddenly uncooperative.

Suguru, calmly, looked up to meet his eyes, not moving from his seat. “I will not wear that.”

Hiro’s brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

K merely raised an eyebrow. Did he know already?

Standing, Suguru beckoned them into his dressing room. Grabbing the atrocity, he slowly turned, holding it up for their inspection, hoping the American had had no hand in this.

It was a green and yellow harem costume. Top and bottom were almost completely sheer, and it was meant to leave his midriff bare. Hiro’s hand came up to cover his mouth; glaring, Suguru pointed him out the door. The guitarist managed to hold in the snorts until he got into the hallway, where he burst into laughter. The keyboardist could hear Shuichi asking the snickering redhead what was so funny.

“Did you know what our costumes would be?” Suguru demanded. “Because this is terrible!”

“Well, it’s certainly…unique.” K’s voice was dry, his face expressionless.

“Unique? It’s disgusting!”

“It would’ve been more suitable for Shuichi, probably…”

“Hey! Are you saying my tastes are disgusting?” He sounded outraged as he charged into the room, but froze when he saw it. “I wouldn’t even wear that. It’s kinky!”

Hiro swallowed a last chuckle as he entered, followed by the producer who promptly fainted. Suguru sank into the chair, head in hands. “Even Shindou-san sees what’s wrong with it! The only person who would wear something like that is my cousin! And not even in public!”

Everyone was silent. He lifted his head to see them staring at him, speechless. “What?”

“Your cousin as in… Seguchi Tohma?” Hiro sounded bemused.

“Yeah…he…I don’t know. I guess you could call it role-playing—he dresses up like nurses and stuff.” As they all continued to stare at him, he slowly flushed.

Shuichi flopped to the floor. “You know this how?”

Eyes wide, Suguru realized why they all looked so appalled. “I… walked in on something when I was younger…” he muttered, eyes averting.

“So… the President of NG Studios likes kinky costumes. I guess he has something in common with his singer, hmm?” Hiro was detached, trying to avoid any images of blonds in nurses’ outfits.

They all turned to look at K as he shook his head. “Ryuichi doesn’t wear anything blatantly sexual, unless he’s onstage. He prefers innuendo.”

Shuichi looked confused. “Innuendo?”

“The bunnies?” Hiro looked like he was about to laugh again.

Waiting, all three saw the light dawn on the singer. “Oh! I though he just meant it to be Kumagoro!”

“What do you think Kumagoro started as?” K again, offering more insight.

Suguru rubbed his head tiredly. “So, my cousin dresses like a pervert, and Sakuma-san only implies things; I suppose Shindou-san dresses innocently enough at least, however stupid the attire may be.”

As Shuichi opened his mouth to object to the abuse of his clothes, both he and the guitarist were shoved out of the room, still-unconscious Sakano moved with them. With the cocking of a gun at his head and the proclamation that he still had to get dressed coming from their manager, Suguru contemplated whether getting shot was a fair price for keeping his pride.

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AN:
Well, here's the oneshot I've been trying to spit out. AND THIS ONE IS A ONESHOT! I SWEAR IT! IT HAS TO BE!

Okay, spasm over. I don't really like this one but whatever. It didn't turn out the way I'd originally planned. Meh.

I know it's been a while since an update, especially since I usually post three or four times a week, but I'll have something up tomorrow, too. I'm working on Drievuldigheid, but I'm overcoming the embarrassment of writing things like that and the... aversion to coming so close to finishing my first story. Sigh.

Anyway, look for me tomorrow, expect Drievuldigheid to have an update within a few days, and tell me what you think!