Hey hey!
I just spent half-half-an-hour trying to get LJ to swallow one of my fics. I even had to use HTML. Which I don't usually know how to use. But, let's make it short. I'm in a good mood. So I decided to post that: v (that v was an arrow downwards, thanks). I must be a bit masochistic. (That word musn't exist.)
[Insert PAUSE here.]
I am in a very, very, bad mood. Internet just stopped. I had successfully managed to upload the fic. Via HTML, mind you. I am in a VERY bad mood.
But I'll still write the credits, though they'll probably be half as funny as they were before.
Title: This shouldn't have been cheesy.
Part: 1/2
Subtitle: Evenings like a labyrinth
Ratings: R
Disclaimer: (°.*)
Summary: Directly to the intro:
Introduction
Nishikido Ryo is a simple guy, despite the whole idol stuff. He's normal, his life is normal, his family is normal, his friends are normal.
Screw that, his friends are nuts.
Still. They're, you know, friendly.
Uchi is friendly too, very. So Ryo listens to him babble and rant (because “Oh my god those guys!”), and only nods and says “mmh” when Uchi punctuates his speech by “Ne, Ryo-chan?”.
The time when Uchi says: “I'm considering gay sex, ne Ryo-chan?” is no exception to the rule. Ryo mmhs. And then chokes on his drink and coughs and spills noodles on the table. Uchi, careful as ever, diligently pats his back and cheerfully exclaims: “So you think it's a good idea! Great!”
The rest of lunch is spent trying to convince Uchi of why this is definitely not a good idea. Trying. That is, failing.
( Part 1: Evenings like a labyrinth )