chineseink | [w-inds.] Hard-Earned Vacation, PG, Humor, gen (Reply)

emeraldcrystal wanted gen or OT3 from w-inds., with an amusement park. I think it turned out more gen than OT3 unless you have a very good imagination, heh. Hope you like it!

Hard-Earned Vacation
w-inds., gen, PG, 696 words
In which Keita whines, there is cotton candy, and the director hates his job.

Hard-Earned Vacation
by

meitachi

The director told Keita for the fourth time in fifteen minutes to stop eating his cotton candy. “You can have some when we finish the photo shoot!” he said in exasperation, not voicing his rather surly opinion that finishing, at this rate, would take hours. He wished he’d never gone into celebrity photography—at least the kind that required preparation and posing. Life would’ve been much easier as a tabloid photographer, snapping grainy photos to sell to anyone who would take them. He’d have made a pretty penny too.

“I’m sorry!” Keita said very contritely as he chewed on his lower lip in distress. “I just get—distracted.” He looked around until he met Ryohei’s eyes and then laughed sheepishly, running his free hand through his hair, which was getting long.

Ryohei smiled indulgently. “Maybe you’re just hungry.”

“I’m hungry,” Ryuichi announced, stalking off-camera and handing his cone of blue cotton candy to an assistant. “Do we have food?”

“Oh, I want some, too!” said Keita because he had an urge to sneak a bite of his cotton candy (pink) again. He fidgeted and gave the various assistants his best soulful puppy eyes until the director gave in and told everyone to take a five-minute break.

“We need the sun,” he said irritably, “so five minute and that’s it.” He stalked off to the side to answer a phone call, putting his caller in a bad mood with his annoyed tone and setting off a chain of irritation that would eventually lead to his boss telling him, a week later, to take a goddamned vacation and not come back for a week.

“I want to go on the rides,” said Keita as he played with his chopsticks. He pouted and looked over his shoulder at the roller coasters and the swings and the giant Ferris wheel. They could hear the shrieks and laughter even from their roped-off corner of the amusement park.

“Have some sushi,” said Ryohei, offering him one from the plate that someone had just fetched from the cooler. “We can go on the rides after we finish the photo shoot. Let’s try to get it done as fast as possible, okay?” He smiled and nudged Keita’s arm with his own. “That way we can have more time for fun.”

“Okay,” Keita sighed as Ryuichi put two sushi rolls in his mouth at once and said, “Look what I can do!” only more garbled.

Keita laughed and ate the sushi Ryohei offered him. He rolled a bit on the balls of his feet and looked longingly at the rides again. Instead of screaming and laughing and occasionally getting wet, he (and Ryuichi and Ryohei and all those poor cameramen and assistants) were trapped here in a corner of amusement park with a broken down, rickety, wooden roller coaster for a photo shoot. Life was so not faaaaair. But Keita wouldn’t say that out loud because he tried to be a good sport about things.

Ryuichi made another garbled noise and Keita refocused in time to see Ryuichi die. He opened his mouth in concern as Ryuichi choked and gagged. “Drink some water!” he said helpfully, offering his water bottle. He patted his friend on the back.

“Now you know not to try to eat three sushi rolls at once,” Ryohei said dryly, rolling his eyes under his baseball cap.

“I could do two!” said Ryuichi proudly after he recovered.

“That’s really good, Ryuichi,” Keita said encouragingly. “I think with more practice you can definitely do three!”

Ryuichi beamed. “Yeah! Awesome!”

“Then you can work your way up to bigger things,” Keita continued blithely, gesturing. Ryohei and a nearby cameraman made appalled faces at the obscene motion of his hand. “Like bananas! You are a totally awesome master when you can fit two bananas in your mouth.”

Ryuichi looked interested.

“I can!” Keita reported happily.

Now everyone within hearing distance looked interested. Ryohei did his best to not slap his hand over his face. Ryuichi was hiding a smirk. The director walked back into this scene—and Keita was eating his cotton candy again!—and groaned.

“Break’s over!” he barked. He needed a goddamned vacation.

Started/Finished: 12.22.2006