I Like-a The Do-a The Volleyball

[mousapelli]

*frets about impending JE new group announcement*

But i have fics that aren't done! DON'T BREAK UP MY BOYS OMG.

*writey writey in case of jossing*

ETA: zombiecide: "I vote for a joint of Golf & Mike with Ya3, known as GYM-YAY."

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[zombiecide.livejournal.com]

(I'm trying to figure out how to go on from that point. +_+)

♥

I'm waitig for you to fic~ :D

[mousapelli.livejournal.com]

"We're…" Taiyo's mouth worked for a moment before he could get the rest of the words out, "we're debuting? Really?"

It had been Miyata-kun, of all people, who had brought them the news. Miyata-kun who was now worring at his shirtcuffs with nervous fingers, and looked as though he would have rather been anywhere else.

"Well, sort of…I mean, you are!" Miyata rushed to add when Yabu, who had experienced the sort-of debut once already, gave him a hard glance. "I was laying the papers on Johnny-sacho's desk, and I just happened to glance over, and it had all your names. But…"

"But?" Shoon asked, putting a hand on Taiyo's shoulder. Taiyo, who'd been chewing hard on a thumbnail, dropped his hands and shoved them in his pockets.

"The unit name," Miyata licked his lips and dared a quick glance up at all their faces. "It's GYM-YAY."

"Gym…" Hikaru tilted his head to the side. "Yay?" He pointed at each of them in turn, starting with himself. "Yaotome, Yabu, Yamashita, Ayukawa…" He paused, thinking.

"G," Yabu nodded, "and M. Whose the G and M?"

"Same as last time," Miyata mumbled quickly, then hurried out of the room on the excuse that he was missing practice before his words could quite sink in.

"GYM," Shoon caught on first, then cleared his throat. "Pi…I mean, Yamashita-senpai."

"But we already have a Yamashita," Hikaru pointed out. "Wrong Yamashita. It must be…eh?!"

The other three swivelled around to look at where Hikaru was pointing, and found that the door to the room was half-open, and two pairs of big, nervous, Thai eyes were blinking at the four of them.

"Good morning!" Mike said, nerves making his Thai accent roll the formal Japanese phrase soft at the edges. Golf glanced from his brother to the speechless former Ya-Ya-Yah members. "It's been a while, right?"

"Please take care of us," Golf said, voice quieter, and when they bowed, their hands swung forward to reveal that Golf's fingers were twisted tightly in the cuff of Mike's sleeve.

[swtjemz.livejournal.com]

*DIES*

OMG. ARE YOU WRITING THIS? SAY YES BECAUSE I AM ENCOURAGING YOU SO MUCH OVER AIM.

AS;FKJ;ASKFJ;ASFKJA;FJA;SFKJ;ASKFJ;SA

[zombiecide.livejournal.com]

*squeeeee*

[bloodybrilliant.livejournal.com]

lkfgjadslgfkja;lfkgjs;dlfkjas;dlfkjasdl;fkj

YES PLZ.

"Please take care of us."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!lkdfsjfalksdfj I LOVE THAT. AND THE FINGERS TWISTED. AND. THE WRONG YAMASHITA.

MOAR.