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Short little fic for the Kink Meme. I couldn't pass this one up - I just love it when Josh acts human. x>
--==oo0oo==--
It was an accident at first, honestly. Beat hadn’t heard from Neku earlier that day about his interesting little discovery about a certain Composer being ticklish in more than a few places, and Beat certainly wasn’t going to take advantage of this. Not that he didn’t want to question just how Neku found something like that out, even though Shiki, Eri, and even Rhyme kept insisting that the brunet was holding something of a shaky relationship with his once killer.
“Oops, sorry ‘bout that Prissypants.” Beat grinned, trying to make the nudge to the Composer’s side completely natural. The two of them were currently seated in Ramen Don, waiting for the rest of the group to arrive for a casual lunch together.
Joshua scrunched his eyebrows together with a hint of annoyance, shrinking away from the blond skater for a moment before relaxing again. The silver-haired youth was never one to really dislike physical contact, but somehow he knew Beat was up to something. And that was never good.
“Oh hey, got sumtin’ on yer shirt-“ Beat reached forward prodding at the Composer’s side again, just under his arm, trying to feign picking something off the blue-collared shirt.
This time Joshua tensed, inching back as far as he could on his seat, leering at the teen in front of him. “Beat, may I ask just what the hell you think you’re doing?”
“Nothin’ man, jus’ tryin’ ta be helpful is all.” The skater assured, completely confident his act was a piece of grade-A theater work. No one could possibly suspect a thing. “Here, ya got sumtin’ else on yer shirt…”
This time, Joshua leaned back and raised a foot to shove the heel of his shoe against Beat’s chest, effectively stopping him from reaching any further. “That’s enough, Beat. I don’t know what sort of juvenile joke you’re trying to pull, but I don’ t like it.” Well, that was a bit of a lie. He had a really good idea of what the once Player was trying to do - he just didn’t want to say it out loud, lest his ego take a bruising. Ken Doi just chuckled from behind the counter, continuing to prepare freshly cut vegetables for the fridge.
“I dunno wut you talkin’ bout, yo.” Beat continued to grin mischievously, reaching for the Composer again. “Jes’ got a tickle on yer shirt- I mean, a bug. A bug on yer shirt.”
Oh, that was smooth.
“Beat, I sure hope you’re aware of the consequences for what you’re trying to do.” The silver-haired teen glared, fingers gripping his seat tightly in anticipation. Damn it, this was all Neku’s fault, wasn’t it? If only he hadn’t let his guard down last night…
“Wut? Scared of sumtin, Prissypants?” Beat teased, moving Joshua’s foot just in time to prod again at the pale boy’s side, all four fingers effectively raking across the fabric of his shirt once before the Composer made a weird noise and shoved his offender back again, hastily getting off the chair and onto his feet in a rather defensive position.
“I swear to god Beat, I’ll make you Fusion Shark food…” Joshua glared – but the threat was empty and they both knew it. In an instant Beat rose from his seat, backing the silver-haired demigod to the wall and grasping the shorter boy in that same spot he’d been trying to get to, just under his ribs.
In a rather undignified manner, Joshua let out a girlish squeal, pushing at Beat’s chest with one hand, the other covering his mouth. It normally would have been easy to move even the strongest of men off of him, even in his RG form, but this… he wasn’t exactly prepared for this.
“B-B-BEAT! Haa-ha s-stop it! STOPPIT! N-no haa- leggo-!” The Composer gasped for breath, unable to control unbidden fits of giggles and laughs, legs shaking weakly as he fought to stay standing.
“Phones was right! I had no idea summun like you would be ticklish, Prissypants.” Beat grinned triumphantly, continuing to assault the supposedly all-powerful ruler of Shibuya.
“S-stop it Beat th- haha- this isn’t funny! I MEAN IT- pffff-“
By this time Joshua slid down against the wall, trying his best to kick at Beat like a little kid throwing a fit, cursing the fact he couldn’t just freaking erase Beat to get him to stop.
“Big brother! What are you doing to-“
“J-Joshua?”
The Composer looked up at the source of the voices, horrified to see Rhyme and Shiki standing there with completely surprised expressions, though smiles were quickly tugging at their lips.
Joshua wanted to die. Again.
“Check it out Rhyme, this is hilarious!” Beat laughed, fingers working into the silver-haired youth’s sides once more – earning another rather loud yelp followed by muffled squeals and giggles, the Composer doing his best to stay quiet but to no avail.
“What are you two doing?” Neku asked, finally walking into the Ramen Don right behind Shiki.
Oh thank him. “N-NEK—pffhaaha - NEKU H-HELP MEE-heeheeEE!”
The brunet stared for a few moments, completely unfazed by the sight before him – before he turned to Shiki with a rather apathetic look. “Hey Shiki, your phone has video on it, right?”
“AAHAHA N-Neku! D-don’- fffheehee- Don’t youdare!”
The quiet brunette wordlessly dug into her purse, handing Neku her cell phone without question.
“D-DAMMIT I- hahaHA- I-I’ll pff- erase you all!”
“Smile, Josh.” Neku grinned, pressing the button on the phone and taking a single two-minute video he was sure was the gold mine of blackmail.
The Composer then made a mental note to show up at Neku’s later that night to repay the favor. He did remember how much his proxy loved guns.
--==oo0oo==--
--==oo0oo==--
It was an accident at first, honestly. Beat hadn’t heard from Neku earlier that day about his interesting little discovery about a certain Composer being ticklish in more than a few places, and Beat certainly wasn’t going to take advantage of this. Not that he didn’t want to question just how Neku found something like that out, even though Shiki, Eri, and even Rhyme kept insisting that the brunet was holding something of a shaky relationship with his once killer.
“Oops, sorry ‘bout that Prissypants.” Beat grinned, trying to make the nudge to the Composer’s side completely natural. The two of them were currently seated in Ramen Don, waiting for the rest of the group to arrive for a casual lunch together.
Joshua scrunched his eyebrows together with a hint of annoyance, shrinking away from the blond skater for a moment before relaxing again. The silver-haired youth was never one to really dislike physical contact, but somehow he knew Beat was up to something. And that was never good.
“Oh hey, got sumtin’ on yer shirt-“ Beat reached forward prodding at the Composer’s side again, just under his arm, trying to feign picking something off the blue-collared shirt.
This time Joshua tensed, inching back as far as he could on his seat, leering at the teen in front of him. “Beat, may I ask just what the hell you think you’re doing?”
“Nothin’ man, jus’ tryin’ ta be helpful is all.” The skater assured, completely confident his act was a piece of grade-A theater work. No one could possibly suspect a thing. “Here, ya got sumtin’ else on yer shirt…”
This time, Joshua leaned back and raised a foot to shove the heel of his shoe against Beat’s chest, effectively stopping him from reaching any further. “That’s enough, Beat. I don’t know what sort of juvenile joke you’re trying to pull, but I don’ t like it.” Well, that was a bit of a lie. He had a really good idea of what the once Player was trying to do - he just didn’t want to say it out loud, lest his ego take a bruising. Ken Doi just chuckled from behind the counter, continuing to prepare freshly cut vegetables for the fridge.
“I dunno wut you talkin’ bout, yo.” Beat continued to grin mischievously, reaching for the Composer again. “Jes’ got a tickle on yer shirt- I mean, a bug. A bug on yer shirt.”
Oh, that was smooth.
“Beat, I sure hope you’re aware of the consequences for what you’re trying to do.” The silver-haired teen glared, fingers gripping his seat tightly in anticipation. Damn it, this was all Neku’s fault, wasn’t it? If only he hadn’t let his guard down last night…
“Wut? Scared of sumtin, Prissypants?” Beat teased, moving Joshua’s foot just in time to prod again at the pale boy’s side, all four fingers effectively raking across the fabric of his shirt once before the Composer made a weird noise and shoved his offender back again, hastily getting off the chair and onto his feet in a rather defensive position.
“I swear to god Beat, I’ll make you Fusion Shark food…” Joshua glared – but the threat was empty and they both knew it. In an instant Beat rose from his seat, backing the silver-haired demigod to the wall and grasping the shorter boy in that same spot he’d been trying to get to, just under his ribs.
In a rather undignified manner, Joshua let out a girlish squeal, pushing at Beat’s chest with one hand, the other covering his mouth. It normally would have been easy to move even the strongest of men off of him, even in his RG form, but this… he wasn’t exactly prepared for this.
“B-B-BEAT! Haa-ha s-stop it! STOPPIT! N-no haa- leggo-!” The Composer gasped for breath, unable to control unbidden fits of giggles and laughs, legs shaking weakly as he fought to stay standing.
“Phones was right! I had no idea summun like you would be ticklish, Prissypants.” Beat grinned triumphantly, continuing to assault the supposedly all-powerful ruler of Shibuya.
“S-stop it Beat th- haha- this isn’t funny! I MEAN IT- pffff-“
By this time Joshua slid down against the wall, trying his best to kick at Beat like a little kid throwing a fit, cursing the fact he couldn’t just freaking erase Beat to get him to stop.
“Big brother! What are you doing to-“
“J-Joshua?”
The Composer looked up at the source of the voices, horrified to see Rhyme and Shiki standing there with completely surprised expressions, though smiles were quickly tugging at their lips.
Joshua wanted to die. Again.
“Check it out Rhyme, this is hilarious!” Beat laughed, fingers working into the silver-haired youth’s sides once more – earning another rather loud yelp followed by muffled squeals and giggles, the Composer doing his best to stay quiet but to no avail.
“What are you two doing?” Neku asked, finally walking into the Ramen Don right behind Shiki.
Oh thank him. “N-NEK—pffhaaha - NEKU H-HELP MEE-heeheeEE!”
The brunet stared for a few moments, completely unfazed by the sight before him – before he turned to Shiki with a rather apathetic look. “Hey Shiki, your phone has video on it, right?”
“AAHAHA N-Neku! D-don’- fffheehee- Don’t youdare!”
The quiet brunette wordlessly dug into her purse, handing Neku her cell phone without question.
“D-DAMMIT I- hahaHA- I-I’ll pff- erase you all!”
“Smile, Josh.” Neku grinned, pressing the button on the phone and taking a single two-minute video he was sure was the gold mine of blackmail.
The Composer then made a mental note to show up at Neku’s later that night to repay the favor. He did remember how much his proxy loved guns.
--==oo0oo==--
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