Lost in Translation (open to Karasumori Tumbling)

[Nippori Keiji]

A little surprised when he heard the door open, Nippori glanced up to see who it was, surprised that it was people he knew. “Aniki…Kiyama…” he said slowly, before clearing his throat, his hand still rubbing his chest. He felt a little embarrassed that they clearly knew that he’d just fallen over. It wasn’t that he was clumsy, more like…occasionally absent-minded. Or too eager.

He blinked as Kiyama spoke, a little confused by his last statement. Though, he shook it off and nodded in answer to the question. “I’m fine,” he said, absently waving his free hand in a gesture that apparently meant so, while his other hand remained on his chest.

Physically he was fine, yes, but his thoughts were still troubled. This was a long time to be away from his family, after all. And he didn’t think there was going to much time during these two weeks that he wasn’t going to be thinking about them, wondering if they were okay and if they were alright without him there. He could only hope that he managed to hold it together for training, and actually manage a decent night’s sleep.

As Aniki put his arm around his shoulders, Nippori felt a bit calmer and a little comforted. The concerned look on Aniki’s face made him a bit anxious though, because he was certain it was obvious why he was acting this way. And he was pretty sure that no one knew him as well as Aniki did.

Telling himself to get a grip, he smiled back at Aniki, though he was sure that the other knew him well enough to know that it wasn’t entirely genuine.

“Y-yeah, can’t sleep,” he said honestly, though he avoided mentioning why that was, and his voice was lacking it's usual enthusiasm. Just like a lot of other yankees, he was quite quick to pretend that everything was okay. He didn’t want to worry anyone with things they didn’t need to be concerned about.



((ooc - wow…I feel like this is a pile of crap XD I apologise! Seriously though, I feel sorry for Nippori…being away from his family for 2 weeks. He’s gonna end up seriously homesick, poor baby D:))

[Tsukimori Ryosuke]

Ryosuke's Outfit Here.


"Like everyone else, I couldn't sleep. I guess I'm just excited to be outside of Japan, maybe."

Ryosuke actually felt some sense of relief when Mizusawa responded, casually. Maybe he himself was the only one aware of his own awkwardness, though it seemed like the feeling of discomfort was palpable to the whole world. Maybe he really was just overreacting, allowing himself to overreact.

"Yeah, it's....fun," was the best response Ryosuke could manage.

And then the elevator arrived. And the door opened.

And Hino appeared.

“Oh…” Hino sounded about as enthusiastic to see them as the doorman to a morgue might be. “Tsukimori-senpai… Mizusawa-senpai…Why are you both up at this time?”

Ryosuke found himself failing to try to avert his gaze in a less-than-obvious way. He'd been awkward enough around Mizusawa. Now he was in the middle of the latter, and.....his.....

Ryosuke didn't want to use the term "boytoy", because he got the impression Mizusawa was more submissive than the stubborn Hino, though what he'd seen at Mizusawa's house might have spoken differently about things, and...why was he still thinking about this?

"Can't....sleep, I guess," Ryosuke replied, waiting for his classmate to get inside the elevator car. Mizusawa mumbled something to Hino, something Ryosuke couldn't make out, then jammed his finger on the "Door Open" button.

Ryosuke went shifty-eyed as he stepped aboard, mumbling his own thank-you, and wondering where he could look that wouldn't mean having to meet gazes with Hino or Mizusawa. As it was, the latter had taken the spot he'd hoped for, the corner farthest from the somewhat snide Karasumori 2nd Year, which had resulted in Ryosuke being forced to stand in the middle of the two. He was just looking forward to the moment when the doors closed, the elevator descended to the lobby, and he could excuse himself.

Great frigging luck, he couldn't help thinking, watching somewhat agitatedly as the doors finally closed. The sooner he was off the damn elevator, the better. He'd been managing fairly okay pretending to be nonchalant with Mizusawa, but that had been with Mizusawa alone. Being in between his classmate and his classmate's lover, Ryosuke was positive this was the most awkward elevator ride he'd ever gone on. He was also positive that he was no longer the only one on the elevator who felt like dying. Mizusawa seemed to have lost whatever confidence he'd held moments before, as Ryosuke saw the boy almost clutch at the wall to support himself out of the corner of his eye.

"B-big hotel, right?"

By this point, Ryosuke had begun to realize that he only felt this awkward because he was stuck with both of the guys now, and even they both seemed to feel as awkward as he did. But he also felt like Hino's eyes were on him again, as they had been back when they'd been sitting in the tub together in the bathhouse, eyes that had been almost cold and calculating, eyes that had made even him--a Yankee--cringe. There was something about Hino that was really very unnerving. Unnerving and annoying. Ryosuke couldn't decide if it was the boy's bitter nature, or his inability to show any respect to people who were older and probably stronger than him. It was admirable, Ryosuke wasn't going to lie about that. But it was probably foolish. And it was annoying. And thinking about how it was possible the two senpais in the elevator might be the only two feeling as awkward as Ryosuke was sure he did, he was beginning to become really annoyed.

In fact, Ryosuke decided he was more agitated than awkward now. Mizusawa had pretty much self-confessed his own nervousness, but whether or not Hino was really staring the same way he had back in the bathhouse, Ryosuke didn't care. He was upset enough that the other boy was acting the way he was, acting like he was the one who'd been burdened by their appearance, like he wasn't the one who had been caught sleeping with Mizusawa in the first place. How the hell did he think Ryosuke felt about it?

Something of a not-so-nice sneer on his face, the blonde Yankee turned to face his kohei, his eyes shining.

"Why are you--?"

Ryosuke's words got cut short as the elevator came to an abrupt stop. He lost his footing as the car jolted, and went into the wall on Hino's side, catching himself just in time before he collided with the other boy. Then the main lights went out and the red glow of the emergency lights filled the small chamber.

The blonde Yankee somehow regained his footing and moved back for where he'd been standing before, pressing one hand on the elevator doors to steady himself. With his free hand, he began frantically pressing the number panel, though by the missing presence of lit numbers and with the overhead floor-counting panel gone black, he was almost positive he knew what was going on.

"Dammit, oh dammit....tell me we didn't just get stuck in this elevator...tell me...Dammit..." Ryosuke jammed his finger into more buttons, then started pounding on the elevator doors themselves, yelling out in the hopes that someone would hear. "OI!!! OI!!! TASUKETE!!"

Yes, this really was the most awkward elevator ride he'd ever embarked on. And it looked like now it would be the longest, too.

[Hino Tetsuya]

Hino wasn’t surprised that when Mizusawa entered the elevator he made his way to a spot as far from himself as possible in the small space. Hino was unsure why Mizusawa’s awkwardness amused him so, but it did, he suppressed a smirk.

"Can't....sleep, I guess," Ryosuke’s answer was a little more pulled together than Mizusawa’s that followed.

“I...Couldn't...sleep..." Hino hadn’t expected much of an explanation on the ‘reason’ behind Mizusawa’s lack of sleep and was left to assume. And assume he did with a smug twinkle in his eye, though there would be little use at the present time in perusing the though further.

"B-big hotel, right?" Mizusawa spoke in a way Hino assumed made him feel more comfortable. He only nodded in response with a quiet mhmm to agree. He dragged his eyes, which he realised where shamelessly fixed on the side of Mizusawa’s head to watch as the blonde Yankee made his way in, and stood between them.

This somewhat dampened Hino’s mood, Ryosuke’s presence made it a little more difficult for Hino to let his eyes rake over Mizusawa’s body while the other wasn’t looking. Because he could tell Mizusawa was far too awkward and uncomfortable to meet his gaze at all. Hino knew that he should be more effected by Ryosuke’s company because of what he had walked in on when they’d been in Japan, but he wasn’t, he had been at first, but something told him that Ryosuke had been far more effected by that crossover moment in their lives than he had been. He mostly just felt sorry for the Yankee than he did for himself.

The elevator doors slid shut and Hino promptly distracted himself from the grey cloud of awkward the two had brought in with them by thinking about the dizziness which upon pushing aside the distraction the others had bought he realised was mostly gone. The walk down had done him good, but he would still head outside for some fresh air to clear his mind completely.

His eyes secured themselves on the floor number which slowly decreased as the lift fell. Hino always hated that slightly weightless feeling elevators gave him. One that was completely artificial. You were falling, but your feet were planted solidly on the floor, he didn’t like to trust it.

Hino spared a glance to the side to look to Mizusawa but his eyes got caught on the one that separated them. Ryosuke. His nerves and obvious discomfort had yet to cease. Hino released a breath and arched an eyebrow. He wouldn’t admit it aloud, he did like Ryosuke he considered the Yankee a friend especially after what they’d gone through in the forest. But since what he had witnessed between himself and Mizusawa, Ryosuke hadn’t been quite the same. Though he would admit to maybe torturing him… a little.

And on that thought, Ryosuke turned to him in a quick motion an unsettling glint in his eyes that Hino wasn’t at all sure about.

“Why are you--?”

His words were cut off by a screech and a heavy shake of the elevater followed by it coming to an abrupt stop. Hino backed up a step to have the wall catch his fall, only just noticing Ryosuke had just about taken him out if he hadn’t corrected himself in time. Hino raised a hand to his chest to regain steady breathing from the shock. Hino pushed himself from the safety of the wall and righted himself as the lighting changed.

He was suddenly quite worried.

Hino was not claustrophobic, but that wasn’t to say small spaces for long periods of time didn’t make him anxious. Because, quite frankly, it did. But he wasn’t about to advertise his nervousness when Ryosuke was being uncouth enough for the three of them.

"Dammit, oh dammit....tell me we didn't just get stuck in this elevator...tell me...Dammit... OI!!! OI!!! TASUKETE!!"

Hino’s eyebrows drew together. A simple walk to clear his mind and cure his dizziness had now become a lot more troublesome.

Ryosuke’s shouting and button pressing was choking on his patience under the current circumstances. Being noisy and uncivilized certainly wasn’t helping their problem, if anything it worsened it. As uncomfortable as the red lighting and eerie stillness of the elevator made him, Hino knew it was not the time to shout at Ryosuke to gain control.

He took in a deep breath and reached forward to place a hand on the other’s shoulder. He hoped that maybe if he acted as if he were composed that it may calm the Yankee if even a little.

“Tsukimori-senpai…” He said softly, calmly. “You need to calm down.” His fingers tightened on his shoulder and his thumb gently rubbed against the material of Ryosuke’s T-shirt in the most comforting gesture he could manage.

“The hotel will know the lift has stopped, and will do everything they can to get us out” He made sure to share a glance with Mizusawa for assurance.

“We just need to be patient.”

[Mizusawa Taku]

Despite his ice-breaking question, no one really answered him. He didn't look at either of the other boys in the elevator car, and there wasn't any vocal response. He sighed. Well, if no one wanted to talk to him, he couldn't force them. They'd be off the elevator soon enough anyway, and then they could all go their separate ways. Which was good. Right now, he needed some fresh air. Maybe just a quick walk around the hotel. Yeah, that sounded good.

Feeling a bit calmer with a plan in mind, Mizusawa rested his head against the back wall of the elevator, watching, bored, as the floor numbers moved lower and lower. The awkward silence and generally awkward atmosphere remained, but he was finally beginning to feel tired. Yes, one walk around outside and then he could go back to his room. Yuuta probably wouldn't even miss him.

Until what happened next.

“Why are you--?”

It had been Ryosuke speaking. But the other boy had not been able to finis his question, because suddenly there was a piercing screech, and a jolt, which sent Ryosuke flying into the wall beside Hino. Mizusawa whacked the back of his head against the wall behind him, but he was too stunned to make a sound. A moment later, and the elevator had come to an abrupt stop, the lights going out and being replaced by what were very clearly red emergency lights.

Oh shoot.

He took in the entirely new, morbid appearance of the elevator--the way the red light and their scared faces were eerily reflected in the mirrored ceiling of the elevator, how there seemed to be absolutely no sound now that the entire thing had stopped, aside from the alarmed breathing of all three. Mizusawa returned his gaze back to Ryosuke in time to see the other start hitting random buttons on the elevator, and start freaking out, much in the way that Mizusawa wanted to right now. Fear was creeping over him, an unsettling feeling making itself present in the pit of his stomach. Forget awkwardness. This was much, much worse.

"Dammit, oh dammit....tell me we didn't just get stuck in this elevator...tell me...Dammit... OI!!! OI!!! TASUKETE!!"

Mizusawa could completely sympathize with Ryosuke. He still felt some guilt about what had happened between the two of them and Hino, especially since Ryosuke had thought it was his fault. And having to be stuck with them on the elevator must have been embarassing enough for Ryosuke--but now to be trapped with them...

At the thought of Hino, Mizusawa felt another twinge in his gut and snuck a glance at the other boy. He was hard to read, as usual. But he seemed to be...

Mizusawa was actually startled to see Hino showing some affection towards the Yankee present with them. He'd never been fully sure of how Hino felt about Ryosuke, but he at least seemed to be trying to comfort him at the moment.

“Tsukimori-senpai…” He said softly, calmly. “You need to calm down.” His fingers tightened on his shoulder and his thumb gently rubbed against the material of Ryosuke’s T-shirt in the most comforting gesture he could manage.

Even if it was a small gesture, Mizusawa actually began to feel a bit neglected. He still didn't know how Hino felt about him after what had happened, had once thought the other boy hated him, but then wasn't sure...But watching him comfort Ryosuke like that, he actually felt a bit jealous. He wanted some attention too...

“The hotel will know the lift has stopped, and will do everything they can to get us out.”

At that moment, Hino look over at him, as if all along the other boy knew what effect he had on Mizusawa. As if he was well-aware of what he was doing. “We just need to be patient.”

Swallowing hard, Mizusawa couldn't trust himself to speak. He just nodded back, looking away for a moment to rub the back of his head where he'd banged it. If they were going to be stuck on here for the next few hours, maybe sitting down was a good idea. He certainly wouldn't be enjoying that fresh air he had wanted. He sank to the floor and rested his head against the back wall.

Looking over at Ryosuke and Hino again, he sighed quietly. They were going to have to find some sort of common ground, so they could talk without that awkward feeling returning. At least they all shared some fear in common. Although right now, Ryosuke and Hino seemed to be getting along just fine. He was being the odd one out.

Still, that wasn't completely a bad thing. Too ashamed to do it when he knew Hino would be looking, Mizusawa chanced a moment to examine Hino completely--the way his pants seemed to hug the boy's body in all the right places and, moving up, the way his jacket made him look so sexy, even in his tired state. He was focusing on the boy's silky black hair--the red light bouncing off of it--and then his curved nose, his big lips, and down to his neck...

And that was when Mizusawa thought he saw something wrong. He squinted against the bad lighting, to see better. It...it looked like there was some sort of scratch on Hino's neck. Had that been from the elevator lurching to a stop? Maybe Hino had cut himself on the framed poster beside him, hanging up on the elevator wall. It wasn't a big thing, a scratch, but Mizusawa was concerned enough to get back to his feet and slowly move over to Hino.

"Hino..." he began, stepping up beside the other boy. He reached out with one hand and tenderly touched the spot on Hino's neck, his fingers splaying there. "...Are you hurt?" he asked softly, his eyes looking somewhere at the middle of Hino's face, but avoiding the other boy's at all costs. It might not be a big thing, but if Hino had even got hurt in the slightest, he'd be upset. Especially if it was just from riding an elevator...

ooc: Sorry about the lame excuse to get Mizu over to Hino. XD I just needed something to push him over there. You can decide if it's really there or if Mizu is just seeing things!

[Tsuchiya Satoshi]

ooc: I said I was going to post here, this might be an awkward post, but Satoshi is feeling lonely sharing a room with Kaneko.


Satoshi blinked, suddenly awake in a strange hotel room. It took his mind only a few seconds to clear any fuzz left over from sleep. Oh yeah... we're in Australia... He sat up in his bed, looking around. Kaneko was still knocked out from when they retired to their room. The flight to Australia was tedious, other members of their team falling asleep on the way over, and as soon as they found their designated rooms, he assumed everyone went to bed early.

A glance at the clock beside his bed showed it was late, but he was wide awake. Satoshi slipped out of bed, suddenly feeling parched. He found a glass, filled it with water from the faucet, downing it in two gulps. The water solved his itching throat, but not his sleeping problem.

Maybe walking around will help... Satoshi toed on his shoes, careful not to wake up his roommate as he padded down the hall to the elevator. He pressed the down button, leaning his back against the wall as he waited for the elevator doors to open. He let his mind wander, for the first time he was out of the country, with friends he treasured, for a sport he loved...

Satoshi let a smile slip onto his face. His mother didn't want him to go at first, but he was adamant, making sure he was on extra good behavior. She finally relented, once Kashiwagi visited to ask about the trip. His medicine was packed away in his suitcase, the only condition his mother set up in order to let him go. He tried to shake it off, ever since he became manager, his attacks were less frequent, hardly an issue anymore, but his mother could not be swayed.

A yawn bubbled up, causing the youngest in the team to cover his mouth. He blinked, trying to get rid of the water that welled up in his eyes when he noticed something off.

Some time had passed and the elevator doors were still shut. He looked up at the numbers on top of the door frame. The elevator was stuck on one floor.

Satoshi frowned, the elevator had worked earlier, when everyone had piled in to get to their floor. The frown stayed on his face as he located a sign with a picture of stairs and an arrow. He followed the arrow, finding a door and stairs behind it. The boy shrugged, he intended to walk around the lobby maybe, or something, but a trek down the stairs might not be such a bad idea either.

He started moving downward, noting the bleakness of the stairway, the signs dirty, the air stagnant, and Satoshi found it a little hard to breathe. He hoped to reach the lobby soon.

A few steps later, he could hear male voices, male voices speaking in Japanese, and hurried his pace. Maybe the others couldn't sleep either, maybe everyone decided to hold a private meeting in the lobby, maybe--

He finished the stairs, ending up in the lobby, finding Wataru with an arm around Nippori's shoulders, Kiyama a little ways away.

Satoshi looked around curiously, no one else was in the lobby.

"Oh, Wataru-senpai, Kiyama-san, Nippori-senpai. I didn't expect to see you here." He walked over to their little group. "Is everyone else asleep?"

[Tsukimori Ryosuke]

After some time spent pounding on the door and buttons in the way a newly caged wild animal might fight its prison, Ryosuke began to get that overwhelming sense of hopelessness, that no one could and would hear them through the mass of metal which now divided him from the rest of the world.

He was beginning to think he'd really done something to piss off his ancestors or something. Maybe his ancestors on his mother's side, since she seemed more adamant to ignore him even more than his father. He just couldn't understand why his luck had been so poor lately. He even hadn't been spending as much time with his girls as he normally did. While he'd been asked out and had done just as much--if not more--asking out of his own, his time spent with girls hadn't been as fun as usual. Even times with friends had been different. It was just that his mind was always at work lately, thinking. It had been this way since....since...

Ryosuke found himself beginning to submit. He lowered his head, looking to the floor, his hand slowly sliding down over the smooth surface of the elevator door until it fell, limp, to his side.

Since Hino and Mizusawa. Since Ryosuke had walked in on them. His mind had been contemplating everything surrounding that instance, like why it bothered him so much, and then why he felt so guilty, like why shouldn't it? His thoughts had become one tangled, horribly jumbled mess, but situations like this, situations where he became trapped in the same place as the two people he'd, in a way, destroyed, had become unbearable. But every other time he'd been stuck with them, he'd had the freedom to leave. He'd been in an open space. He had no such option now, and he got the uncomfortable inkling that both other boys knew exactly what he was thinking.

When the hand met his shoulder, Ryosuke actually jumped. He turned slightly to see that Hino had moved to his side.

“Tsukimori-senpai…” Hino's voice was oddly calm. “You need to calm down..."

Ryosuke shifted slightly as Hino began....caressing him? At least, it felt like caressing. It felt damn good, it felt like a small part of the giant back massage Ryosuke was sure he needed, but the discomfort that came with it was rather alarming. In fact, Ryosuke was curious why Hino was doing this to him at all, doing this when his....his lover was a mere foot or two away, probably as unhappy with the gesture as Ryosuke was sure he himself was...

“The hotel will know the lift has stopped, and will do everything they can to get us out. We just need to be patient.”

There seemed to be a long moment where Ryosuke just stood there, his heart thumping loudly in his chest as the realization of his situation seemed to fall upon him, all at once, as he suddenly wished he could rewind this part in his life and go back to bed, stay there, sleep, and maybe, maybe, did he actually enjoy this attention?, when all of a sudden, Mizusawa seemed to fly out of nowhere at Hino.

The younger boy's hand left Ryosuke's shoulder almost instantly, and the blonde Yankee suddenly felt as though some odd enchantment had lifted off of him. As his classmate mused over some cut on Hino's neck, Ryosuke himself backed into the corner by the elevator buttons, trying to regulate his breathing.

At some point in his moment of self silence, trying to regain some manner of control and dignity and trying his hardest to blot out what the other boys were saying, Ryosuke's eyes passed over a row of buttons that did not have numbers, buttons that--in any Japanese elevator--would definitely offer some kind of assistance. He suddenly wished his English was a lot better than it was. Was there a "help" button anywhere? He didn't see it, but he did take note of the giant red knob-like one. That looked.....deadly, but promising too.

Ryosuke hesitated. He wanted to press it or pull it, whatever the hell you had to do to work it, but he didn't want to do anything to compromise them getting any help. And yet he didn't want to really talk to either of the guys in the elevator about it either...

He sank to the floor by the corner nearest the door and brought his hands up to his face. "What a mess," he sighed out loud, the sound muffled by the hands blocking his face. "What a mess...."

ooc: ANGST! And Hino's like....what are they called.....a temptress, minus the...."ess" part. XD

[Hino Tetsuya]

As soon as the words left his mouth Hino became very aware of how a gesture that he thought to be comfort could be misconstrued as something far different. He felt Ryosuke’s entire body stiffen under the shock and Hino ceased his movements, but made sure not to pull back suddenly as to give away his awkwardness. Instead letting his hand fall slowly from Ryosuke’s shirt to return to his side and then retreated just a step back into place.

Only a moment had passed as he tried to defuse his thought’s, and determine the thought’s that the Yankee may or may not be having to be keeping him to deathly silent. Suddenly he felt Mizusawa’s presence beside him.

“Hino…” Hino swallowed a gulp, it felt too good to have Mizusawa say his name again. A gesture that was so insignificant but made Hino rethink the same word coming from those same lips in a voice that was filled with pleasure in a moment in time his brain wouldn’t let him forget.

Mizusawa’s hand graced the skin of his neck, and Hino took in a sharp breath. One he hoped hadn’t been as obvious as it had felt. The touch was so soft it sent an unexpected shiver down Hino’s spine.

“…Are you hurt?”

Hino blinked. He didn’t remember getting hurt; but the sting he felt on the contact said otherwise. He reached his own hand to the same spot coming to place over Mizusawa’s. He considered that maybe when he was losing his balance from the dizziness that he may have clipped something unknowingly.

“I’m fine” He answered sounding as collected as he could muster. He suddenly wondered what he was going to about his hand that didn’t want and leave the warmth Mizusawa’s provided. The tried to meet Mizusawa’s gaze, but it seemed go straight through him.

Hino chanced a glance to Ryosuke, who while he had been significantly distracted made his way as far from him as possible. Ryosuke was currently distracting himself with something interesting on the wall, buttons, he considered.

He looked back to Mizusawa, their hands still connected and making sure to pin Mizusawa’s eyes with his own. He wanted to take a chance; a chance that he knew was risky while Ryosuke was there with them. He just hoped the other was distracted enough by the shiny things to not notice their goings on.

Hino softly, tentatively let his fingers entwine with Mizusawa’s, and slowly lifted the other’s hand to hover just above his lips. He kept his eyes focused on Mizusawa’s as he did so, wanting to see his reaction to the motion. He parted his lips and released a light breath over Mizusawa’s fingers without bringing it to touch his skin like he so wanted to. But knowing he may want to do far more if he let that happen.

The movement of Ryosuke sliding to the floor caught Hino’s attention and he released Mizusawa’s hand on cue of the action. The Yankee mumbled something incoherent, and then repeated the same phrase, which this time Hino caught as What a mess…

Hino sighed heavily.

“The more you let it worry you, the more difficult you make it for yourself” He stated dryly. Ryosuke’s obvious discomfort was making Hino himself feel more uncomfortable than he was. He wasn’t afraid of small spaces, but he sure as hell didn’t like being stuck in them. And Ryosuke was making him very aware that that was in fact the situation, even with Mizusawa there as a perfectly capable distraction to his anxiety.

He pulled his phone from his pocket to check for range, not having thought to call the other members to find out how long they’d be stuck in this death trap until just that moment. Though he was not surprised to see his phone didn’t have any in the elevator. He seemed to get very little range anywhere in this country, how the residence could stand it was beyond him.

“Do either of you have your phones?” He was going to ask if either of them had reception but then wondered if they’d even considered to bring their phones on a sleepless wonder through the hotel. His change was probably a safer question.

[Kiyama Ryuichiro]

OOC: I honestly couldn’t think of what to write in this post, so sorry if it doesn’t go anywhere or seems lame… @_@

Nippori stood for a minute and waved a hand before he finally answered. “I’m fine.”

With that, Wataru bounded over to the second-year, slinging an arm around the younger boy’s shoulders.

“Y-yeah, can’t sleep,” Nippori admitted. Kiyama bit his lip. Nippori wasn’t the best at covering his feelings by a longshot, and it was obvious that something was weighing on him and probably was the culprit for his lack of sleep. With a bit of thought, he figured that any member of the team would guess that Nippori was worried about his family -- everyone knew about their situation and how close they were in spite of everything. Kiyama looked to the redhead yankee, knowing that he'd keep an eye out for his burned underclassman (in spite of any trouble he'd get into himself...).

His thoughts where interrupted by a familiar figure entering his periphery vision. Kiyama looked up to see Tsuchiya approach the group. Even the youngest member of the team couldn't sleep after such a long day?

"Oh, Wataru-senpai, Kiyama-san, Nippori-senpai. I didn't expect to see you here. Is everyone else asleep?"

“That’s a good question,” Kiyama answered.

And perhaps the bigger question was, “why is everyone awake, and where the heck are they?” At one point that evening, Kiyama had thought he was the only one that restless that night. Yet, one by one, it seemed that the rest of his teammates had been finding it hard to stay in their rooms, too. His mind fluttered, considering the possibilities of the others roaming the hotel, or even the town that late at night.

Then he felt his stomach churn; it felt uncomfortably empty. “Actually, I think I might check out the vending area. My last attempt at foraging was… interrupted.”

With that, he eyed Wataru. Kiyama knew he probably looked mad, but he wasn’t… he was just… really annoyed. And hungry. After a nod and a wave, he set off to where he’d thought he’d seen the vending machines earlier.

He strolled by what he guessed was the security desk, manned by a young uniformed man who didn’t look much older than himself. Head cradled in his hand, he smacked loudly on a piece of gum, and watched Kiyama walk past him out if the corner of his eye. Not only did the guy look annoying, but lazy and incompetent. God forbid he actually have to do something.

Weird crispy-looking things, cup noodles he wouldn’t touch with a ten-food pole. Kiyama sighed and silently thanked whatever cosmic forces who decided he’d be born Japanese and from the proud land that boasted the best vending services in the world. He couldn’t imagine living in a country where all the machines were so crappy.

Taking a minute to count out some unfamiliar currency and shove it in the machine, he took the usual moment to observe his surroundings.

The vending area was in an alcove not too far from the desk, adjacent from the elevators. It was one of those old analog displays, not the newer digital ones... which made sense, as the hotel did look a bit on the old side.

But something prompted Kiyama to inspect the elevators closer. He squinted at the display; it looked like it was indicating that the elevator was stuck squarely in between two floors and wasn’t budging. A brief feeling of urgency pinched his chest, but he quickly shook it away -- maybe it was that his vision wasn’t the best, or maybe he was just getting that tired, or something.

Glancing at that security guard again, Kiyama walked back over to the lobby. Looking back to his late-night catch, he tore open a questionable bag of crackers, popped one in his mouth, and promptly made a face. They were stale.

[Mizusawa Taku]

ooc: Acid trip post! It took long enough to write!

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There wasn't an answer from Hino right away. Mizusawa wasn't holding his breath for one either, especially not here. Especially not when he wasn't all that sure how Hino really felt about him anymore. But then he felt Hino's hand gently placed over his, the warmth of it spreading throughout his body. He felt his body un-tense a little at the other boy's touch, and finally found the courage to look into the other boy's eyes.

“I’m fine," came the frank answer.

Now it looked as though Hino were the one having a hard time meeting his eyes. He saw the other boy glance over at Ryosuke, but he wasn't too worried now. Ryosuke was busy examining the buttons, maybe trying to figure out which one could help them. It occurred to him that maybe he should help Ryosuke try to figure out the right one to press, but then he became distracted.

Distracted as he felt Hino's soft hand clasp his, pulling his hand away from his neck and up, up to his lips. Mizusawa's body sudden froze again, wondering what was about to happen, what Hino was planning. The other boy's eyes met his now, the stare far more intense than Mizusawa's, and yet he found he could not look away.

He was waiting, waiting for Hino to place their hands over his lips. But that didn't happen. Instead, he saw Hino's lips part slightly, felt his warm breath massaging his fingers. And suddenly, he felt himself grow slightly hard. But he didn't feel embarrassed, because suddenly he was intoxicated with Hino all over again--Hino, who had been the reason why he was in this elevator right now, rather than peacefully asleep in his hotel room, whom he had been unable to get out of his head ever since that night in his room, which his body was, at the moment, all too willing to recall.

That was when there was some movement from Ryosuke, and suddenly Hino was sighing heavily and releasing his hand. But the feeling didn't go away. Mizusawa stared at the other boy, waiting for something more to happen.

“The more you let it worry you, the more difficult you make it for yourself” He stated dryly.

Mizusawa didn't even look at Ryosuke, didn't feel the need to. All he could do was stare at Hino, watching as the other boy pulled out his phone and stared down at the screen. Watching the way his long eyelashes fluttered as he blinked down at the tiny screen, the way his damp, full lips parted slightly as he seemed to be reading something there...

“Do either of you have your phones?”

But he didn't hear the words, because they no longer mattered to him. Maybe it was his body speaking, or maybe it was the fact that he'd had little sleep. But either way, he wasn't about to stop himself. Unable to take the temptation any longer, he dove at the younger boy.

This time he was a little more forceful than before, pushing the other boy up against the wall of the elevator, one hand cradling the back of his head the other grasping him by the arm, as he pressed his lips firmly against Hino's and closed his eyes. Even despite the situation they were in, despite who they were with, he was able to pretend they were all alone. Something had given way that he no longer cared anymore.

Mashing his own body against Hino's, he tilted his head slightly to gain better access to the other boy's mouth, desperately taking the boy's bottom lip in between his own, the way Hino had done that last time they'd been together. He fell deeper and deeper into the moment--

--And then, he was actually falling.

There was some kind of horrifying, guttural groan from outside the elevator compartment, the sound of weakening metal, and then, they were falling.

Not far, but maybe a few feet or so. The fall was enough to rock the entire compartment, throwing Mizusawa completely off-balance. He suddenly found himself torn away from Hino with the feeling of his stomach falling out from beneath him, then lurched hard against the wall by the elevator doors, smashing against some of the buttons on the wall and hitting his head again. He was thrown once more before the elevator finally came to a stop, and this time he ended up on the floor.

But not exactly.

By some cruel twist of fate, he'd actually ended up on the floor...in Ryosuke's lap. With his face very close to Ryosuke's. With his lips pressed against Ryosuke's. At the realization of what sick thing had just happened, his eyes widened and he froze, finally brought back to reality.

[Tsukimori Ryosuke]

Ryosuke heard Hino's sigh of disapproval but did nothing to disguise his own unease. He didn't even bother looking up. He'd seen that look on Hino's face countless times, and it never made him feel any better. He was at the point where if he heard or felt or generally had any kind of sensation of anything else that was bad, he would very much not mind sinking through the floor and falling through the elevator shaft.

“The more you let it worry you, the more difficult you make it for yourself”]

There were a lot of things Ryosuke felt he could say to that, but he refrained. Instead, he kept his head in his hands, trying to contemplate everything again. He was just so confused. He didn't mean it in a bad way. He didn't want people to think he was some self-centered jerk, or anything like that, though people probably already thought so. He was only panicking so badly right now because his nerves were shot. He'd never been stuck in an elevator and he'd never imagined he would have to be. The small, confined space was something that really kind of scared him, and the fact that he was locked in with two other people, even if he at least didn't have to feel lonely, made the space even more cramped. This kind of situation made him feel like he was in a cage......maybe that was one of his biggest fears, being trapped.

Finally daring to look up, he saw Hino waving his cell phone. “Do either of you have your phones?”

Ryosuke hesitated, then reached a hand into his pocket, pulling out the newer phone he'd gotten after he'd lost his other during the Forest Field Trip. Flipping open the thing, he saw half a bar lit up on his screen, a flickering bar that seemed unsure whether to officially help the phone work or not. Ryosuke tsk-ed at the sight of it and snapped the phone shut, shaking his head to signal to the other two that no, it was not working and he'd had it.

But no one was paying attention to him anymore.

That would have been fine, too, if they weren't paying anyone any attention. At least, not the attention they were currently giving each other.

Ryosuke wasn't sure what expression was on his face as he watched Mizusawa thrust Hino up against an elevator wall and begin making out with him ferociously. He didn't think even he'd been that ferocious kissing a girl before. A lot of alarming thoughts seemed to be going through his mind as he stared at the two of them, almost frozen in place at the shock, thinking, for instance, when had Mizusawa turned into such a love monster? Or why were the two of them doing this in an elevator....in front of him!?

But strangely enough, shocking though it was to his eyes, Ryosuke didn't recoil or anything. Maybe it was because he knew he had nowhere to recoil to.

"Lip, lip? Oh my God, Mizusawa..." He finally managed to pull himself away from what he was seeing.

No. No he didn't want to see that. Mizusawa sucking on Hino's face, it even sounded wrong.

Ryosuke groaned to himself and stuck his head back in his hands. This was the ultimate nightmare. He wanted to go back to his bed in his hotel room and fall asleep into a different kind of dream.

And then things took a turn for a pleasant worse. The whole elevator shifted, as though someone had been hopping up and down in it nonstop trying to get it to fall, and fall it did.
Moments after the uneasy groaning of what sounded like metal weakening and falling apart, the elevator actually dropped.

Ryosuke felt his heart stop at the free-falling sensation, and he reached up a shaking hand to grab onto the railing that went the length of the elevator walls, squeezing his eyes shut. His other hand sort of flailed in the air blindly, accidentally striking some of the elevator buttons in its path. The fall ended soon enough, but the landing was hard. Ryosuke groaned as the whole compartment shuddered around him.

He looked up to see if Hino and Mizusawa were all right, though he was inclined to make a snide joke if they were still standing there kissing, but he didn't get a chance. The instant he looked up, Mizusawa's slim frame slammed into him and landed hard.

In his lap.

But that wasn't the worst part.

Ryosuke had never heard himself scream like a girl. And yet, he wouldn't get to hear himself scream like a girl this time either, though he was close to doing so, if only because the sound was very suddenly muffled by Mizusawa's lips.

On his.

On his lips.

On his lips. Tsukimori Ryosuke's lips, which had never had even the slightest of gay moments and possibly never been as ferociously kissed as they were now, which was saying a lot for someone like him.

And yet he wasn't pulling away from the touch. Did he like this?
Come on, man, you like this? he was subconsciously asking himself, his eyes opening in time to see an equally startled looking pair of eyes staring back into his own. And then Ryosuke was reminded that he was already pressed against the wall. There was nowhere else for him to go. Mizusawa was the one who had to let go of this damned kiss.

Ryosuke narrowed his eyes at the other.

And then he felt it.

It.

What had he been thinking about never experiencing anything even slightly gay before? Because slightly gay no longer seemed to cover it. In fact, he wasn't sure anything could cover it if someone ever came to help them out of the damned elevator.

Ryosuke reacted quickly to it, sort of pushing Mizusawa away from him and out of his damned lap as he got to his feet, his eyes like saucers as hit his head on the frigging wall railing on his way. "Mizusawa! Mizusawa, what is that? Why is that...?"

He had no idea that the entirety of his words and his hyperventilation-like breathing was being monitored out to the people in the hotel lobby, through the speakers at Ryosuke's right side, just below the emergency call button he'd accidentally pressed when the elevator had dropped.

"Mizusa...you...you were kissing me! You were...oh my God, I can still taste you. WHY ARE YOU HARD!?"

[Tsuchiya Satoshi]

Kiyama was the first to respond, “That’s a good question.” It was then that Satoshi heard it, a stomach growling. Kiyama gave Wataru a look, “Actually, I think I might check out the vending area. My last attempt at foraging was… interrupted.” The older Yankee nodded and waved, setting off to find a nearby vending machine, effectively leaving Wataru, Nippori and Satoshi alone in the lobby.

Satoshi rocked back and forth on his heels. It looked as though there wasn't some secret meeting in the lobby, everyone just couldn't sleep. Satoshi stopped his rocking, suddenly wondering. If everyone was supposedly awake as well, where were they? He frowned, his mind drifting back to the elevator.

"Um..."

He could see Wataru and Nippori turning their attention to him, Kiyama was walking back, a bag of what appeared to be animal crackers in his hands. Satoshi opened his mouth, "Did anyone notice the elevator wasn't working? I had to use the stairs."

He was about to say more, maybe even suggest they should speak to someone in charge when a sound resonated from the direction that Kiyama came from. Their little group looked in the direction of the elevator, and Satoshi was overcome with worry. He didn't wait, didn't ask, didn't look back to make sure anyone was behind him as he raced past Kiyama, finding himself by the security desk, the security guard already sitting up straight in his seat. He seemed too scared to do anything, the gum he was chewing on half hanging from his lips from a popped bubble.

Satoshi was about to ask what that sound was, why it sounded bad, when the emergency light from the elevator blinked on from the board at the other end of the desk. The guard remained frozen in his seat, as if he wasn't equipped to deal with this situation. There was another beep, and suddenly Ryosuke's voice flooded the lobby area.

"Mizusawa! Mizusawa, what is that? Why is that...?"

Satoshi frowned, that explained where some of the others were. Mizusawa and Tsukimori were stuck in the elevator, and in their panic they clicked the emergency call button. That made sense. He turned away from the security guard, Kiyama was better at English than the whole lot, maybe he could help with the gua--

"Mizusa...you...you were kissing me! You were...oh my God, I can still taste you. WHY ARE YOU HARD!?"

Satoshi froze, his eyes suddenly as wide as they could go. He knew of Mizusawa's preferences, knew his senpai had feelings for one person on the team, but never would he attack someone... He shook his head, his eyes still wide from shock. It must be a mistake. The elevator must have... fell or something, and Mizusawa fell on Tsukimori.

But that didn't explain the second part. Could he have been dreaming about Kiyama or something when the elevator fell? But that didn't seem right. Especially with Tsukimori in the elevator...

Satoshi blinked. And blinked.

Something had happened, and he missed it.

It was then that he remembered the rest of the team was still in the lobby, and that Tsukimori's scream had reached there as well. He numbly returned to the lobby, not exactly sure how the others would handle this new... development. His eyes instantly found Kiyama, and for a moment, he was scared this information about their teammate would explain his weird behavior in front of the Yankee. Mizusawa had asked him to keep quiet, but if Kiyama had asked him directly about it, Satoshi wasn't sure how he would answer.

[Azuma Wataru]

“Y-yeah, can’t sleep,” he said honestly, though he avoided mentioning why that was, and his voice was lacking it's usual enthusiasm. Nippori sounded as though he was really lacking some sleep. Wataru sighed and thought to himself Everyone's having trouble sleeping. It must be the hotel. He wanted Nippori to have fun in Australia because he always didnt have free time for himself. Nippori was such a family guy, always putting his dad and siblings before himself, doing anything for them that would make them happy.

Then, a shorter figure approached the yankees. It was Satoshi.
"Oh, Wataru-senpai, Kiyama-san, Nippori-senpai. I didn't expect to see you here. Is everyone else asleep?" Wataru just wished that he was able to sleep in the bed. It was surprising that even Satoshi would still be awake at this hour and be walking around the hotel.

“That’s a good question,” Kiyama answered. And perhaps the bigger question was, “why is everyone awake, and where the heck are they?”
Wataru had been asking questions in his mind which were similar to the ones Kiyama just asked. Maybe because of the completely different time zones, everyone was thrown off their normal sleeping routines and patterns. This wasn't good. They needed their sleep so they could have enough energy for their physically demanding tumbling training.

Kiyama added, “Actually, I think I might check out the vending area. My last attempt at foraging was… interrupted.”
That was when Wataru felt Kiyama's piercing glare and it landed straight onto him. Yep, it was his fault, but Wataru couldnt help it for being such an idiot at now knowing the english language much. He was just about to apologize when Kiyama waved and walked off in search for some food.

"Um...Did anyone notice the elevator wasn't working? I had to use the stairs." Satoshi asked the other two yankees, one red haired, one black. Wataru blinked hard as his eyes were burning from the lack of rest. They were dry and he was sure that his eyes might have been a tint of red now, especially around the corners. "It worked for me when I went out just a while ago" Wataru answered tiredly. Kiyama had also just made a re-entry with his snack in his hand, which appeared to be some type of biscuit cracker-like food.

Then, there was a strange noise which made Satoshi walk to the security guard's desk, with a look of worry on his face. What could that noise be? It almost sounded as though something has just collasped.

"Mizusawa! Mizusawa, what is that? Why is that...?"
Was that Ryosuke? Where was the voice coming from? Wataru looked around and walked a little towards the guard's desk, pulling Nippori forward with him to check what the chaos was about. Oh, the noise was coming from the ele-

"Mizusa...you...you were kissing me! You were...oh my God, I can still taste you. WHY ARE YOU HARD!?" Wataru's eyes widened with disbelief. It was Ryosuke speaking for sure, Wataru was more than sure that it was his best friend's voice. He must have been trapped in the elevator somehow. That would have explained the loud, strange noise the others heard just a while ago
...with Mizusawa? What was happening in there?

...K.KK-Iss? Wataru thought. He hadnt even had his first kiss yet and here, he was hearing Ryosuke in panic about how someone had been kissing him. And that someone happened to be Mizusawa? Confused, Wataru looked at everyone else that was in the lobby and rubbed his eyes. But it was not his eyes that were playing tricks on him, because he has heard what Ryosuke was saying, not seen what he was going through. Wataru didn't even want to imagine the situation. It must have been some sort of mistake. He probably didnt hear what Ryosuke said properly or half of his message somehow got cut off during transmission.

But Wataru was more worried that how they were STUCK in the elevator. He wasn't sure how everyone else felt about being confined in a dark, tiny space with limited supply of air, but he himself hated it. Maybe the term claustrophobic would be close enough in describing his dislike for those situations. He jogged to the elevator doors and banged on them with his hands.
"Oi, Ryosuke? Can you hear me?" Yelling on the top of his voice, he hoped that they were feeling alright and that no one was having a panic attack. "Are you guys alright in there?" Wataru banged on the doors again, then pressing on the elevator's button. "Man, it really is dead" He complained.

Filled with concern, he looked back at everyone else in the lobby and asked "What should we do?"

But he also wanted to ask What was that about? Did you guys hear what I just heard? Then, he resumed banging on the elevator door as his mind unwilling dismissed those unasked questions.


OOC: such a crap post >< forgive me everyone! forgive me yusukeeee~!

[Hino Tetsuya]

If he was asked, Hino wouldn’t be able to determine where exactly Mizusawa had come from when he was suddenly all he could see. His body was quickly thrust against the solid elevator wall by the older boy, that in reality was a fair bit bigger than he himself was.

His eyes were slightly wide; he had intentionally teased Mizusawa before, but hadn’t expected a reaction quite so… intense. Hino really liked it.

So he wasn’t at all adverse to the crushing force of Mizusawa’s lips against his own. Mizusawa’s hand was soft and almost comforting at the back of his head. Hino thought that maybe that alone was the reason he could pretend Tsukimori wasn’t there watching them. They were suddenly alone and this was ok. His eyes slipped closed.

He pushed away the shock from Mizusawa’s forceful actions, to bring his hands to rest on the other’s hips where his t-shirt rested over his pants. With little consideration for anything else going on he kissed back with matching passion, feeling his lips tingle under the feel of Mizusawa’s.

Mizusawa suddenly changed his angle and Hino’s lip was taken in by the other’s, in his own desperation to delve further into the kiss he let his tongue slip out to teasingly swipe at the lips that held his captive.

His hands at Mizusawa’s hips grew impatient; his fingers taking on their own agenda, sliding up and under the black printed t-shirt the boy wore.

Just as he was about to let himself caress the awaiting skin there the elevator lurched loudly and they were falling. The fall was short, but forceful enough that it threw both himself and Mizusawa off balance. Hino fell sideways and grasped at the wall to keep himself sturdy, but he had no such luck. Falling quickly to his knees his hands coming out in front of him stopping what would have been a very painful face plant.

He tried to steady his breathing, by staring down at the dirty floor. Not only had that frightened him immensely, but he could still taste Mizusawa on his tongue and lips. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing away the pressure in his groin that was only moments away from making itself well known to the others. He didn’t know whether he should thank the faulty elevator for interrupting at the moment it did. He couldn’t have guaranteed he would have been able to stop himself from stripping Mizusawa down to nothing while Tsukimori watched on in what was probably going to be pure revulsion.

He hadn’t looked to the others yet, he didn’t want to look at the Yankee and witness his disgust, and he didn’t want to look to Mizusawa until he could be sure his body had calmed itself down, and he could be completely trusted not to jump him from when he was and continue from where they were interrupted.

He released a heavy breath and turned to see how the other’s had taken the fall. Though to Hino’s shock, he didn’t have to look quite as far as he’d thought. Rather than being away from each other in their own separate disarrayed states they were together. Mizusawa firmly in the blondes lap, and they were kissing…

Kissing…

He had to run it through his mind again because it was so far from being logical so far from being anything Hino would have thought possible in a million years. But it was right there, right in front of his eyes. What was worse was that there was a short moment where it just stayed like that. It was apparent both were shocked, and Hino knew it was a complete accident.

He blinked.

It was just so strange…

Then Tsukimori reacted, in true yankee fashion, pushing Mizusawa off him and making a fool of himself as he tried to take out the railing with his thick skull. But ultimately failing. The railing won on this occasion.

"Mizusawa! Mizusawa, what is that? Why is that...?" He made a fuss, Hino cringed and stood slowly, making sure he had absolute balance before he did so completely. He dusted off his knees when he was up, a sudden wave of shame washing over him. He couldn’t believe how much they’d forced Tsukimori to endure. The only person who knew anything about the situation he and Mizusawa shared, he keeps their secret without even a second thought and they continue to push him.

He took in a breath and looked up, he wanted to apologise to the yankee, but as he did, something caught his eyes. There was a button lit up on the panel. And if Hino knew anything about… well, anything actually, he could pretty much guess what the bright red button with the telephone on it meant, even if the writing below it was in English.

"Mizusa...you...you were kissing me! You were...oh my God, I can still taste you. WHY ARE YOU HARD!?"

Oh… that wasn’t good timing.

He shot forward and pressed the button again, the light dimmed and he bit his lip painfully.

He was too late, the damage was done, and he just hoped there hadn’t been anyone around to hear that.

A bang against the elevators doors made Hino jump and clutch at his chest.

"Oi, Ryosuke? Can you hear me? Are you guys alright in there?"

It was Azuma’s voice. Hino breathed a sigh, part of him happy at least someone knew they were in there and the other half petrified for what the Yankee leader may or may not have heard in regards to the unfortunate moment that had just occurred.

Another bang.

"Man, it really is dead" The voice was a little quieter this time and some other talking followed but Hino couldn’t make it out.

“We’re fine!” Hino shouted back through the solid door that separated them.

At least… sort of.

[Nippori Keiji]

Nippori didn’t say anything else. He already felt it was painfully obvious he was worried about his family, and he didn’t want anyone to worry about him unnecessarily. He gave a small smile at both Aniki and Kiyama, as though to assure them that he was fine. Though, he noticed that Aniki looked really tired as well. Hopefully everyone would be able to get to sleep soon. Otherwise they’d all be done for come training the next day, with the exception of Yuuta, Satoshi, Ryosuke, Hino, Mizusawa and Kaneko, it seemed.

He envied them though, really, because they were actually able to get some sleep - well, unless they were wandering around somewhere too. All he wanted was to sleep because then he would stop thinking, for at least a few hours --

“Oh. Wataru-senpai, Kiyama-san, Nippori-senpai. I didn’t expect to see you here…Is everyone else asleep?”, the voice he recognised instantly as belonging to Tsuchiya Satoshi interrupted his thoughts, and he looked over to the younger boy as he approached them. Well, obviously Satoshi wasn’t asleep after all then. He pursed his lips slightly as he wondered exactly why so many of them seemed to be so restless.

He nodded to what Kiyama said, his words having been along the same lines as Nippori’s thoughts. Why was everyone having trouble sleeping? Satoshi then asked if anyone else had noticed that the elevator wasn’t working. Nippori shook his head. “I took the stairs anyway… Figured it would be more tiring,” he shrugged, wrapping his arms around his chest.

As if on cue, a god-awful noise came from the direction of the elevator. Scrunching his brow, Nippori frowned. That did not sound good, whatever it was. Then Aniki was heading over to the security desk, and dragging him with him. Walking willingly along, Nippori was about to ask what the hell that could have been, when he was interrupted by a voice he knew all too well.

“Mizusawa! Mizusawa, what is that? Why is that…?” Ryosuke’s voice suddenly came through a speaker, startling Nippori and making him jump slightly. So, Ryosuke was awake as well? And Mizusawa? But just what was going --

“Mizusa…you…you were kissing me! You were…oh my God, I can still taste you. WHY ARE YOU HARD!?” Ryosuke’s voice exclaimed and Nippori’s eyes widened significantly as his mind registered what had just been said. He blinked, looking from the elevator to the speaker, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping as wondered if he was going insane. Was it possible to be so tired that you heard things wrong?

Even as Wataru started banging on the elevator doors, Nippori stayed rooted to the spot, just staring at the elevator with slightly wide eyes. All he could think about was what he heard, and if it was really what was said, or if he had just been imagining things. Surely what he heard couldn’t be right… Ryosuke and Mizusawa…? No. Nonononononono… It just couldn’t be right…could it? And Ryosuke’s exclamation after mentioning the kiss…just… No, he must have heard wrong.

Shaking his head, he finally snapped out of it enough to glance around at everyone else, also having completely missed Hino calling back through the elevator door to Aniki. “I…” he started, words stuttering and mouth gaping slightly as he blinked. “….I didn’t just imagine that d-did I? Th-that was…Th-they…” His mouth opened and closed a few times, before he managed to speak again. “I didn’t j-just hear that wrong…did I?”



((ooc - you guys broke Nippori! I hope you’re happy with yourselves… XD))

[Kiyama Ryuichiro]

Unwilling to waste anymore money on the vending machine from hell or wait for tomorrow's promised "continental breakfast", Kiyama idly chewed on the uncrunchy snacks. As he returned to the lobby, he heard Tsuchiya address the others. "Did anyone notice the elevator wasn't working? I had to use the stairs."

Kiyama looked back for a moment. Had he seen right? Somehow, an elevator getting stuck seemed like one of those things that only happened in television sitcoms and dramas. Well, of course it had to be based off something that happened in real life, but it just seemed like such a rarity...

Suddenly, a loud, scraping noise sounded though the lobby. He turned around; it obviously came from the elevator area.

And then, for some reason, Ryosuke’s voice suddenly came through a speaker... from the security desk?

“Mizusawa! Mizusawa, what is that? Why is that…? Mizusa…you…you were kissing me! You were…oh my God, I can still taste you. WHY ARE YOU HARD!?”

There was a moment during which time seemed to stop. Kiyama stopped chewing, looking. Did he hear... what he just thought he heard?

His mind momentarily flashed to the conversation he'd just had with Wataru on their way back to the hotel, and how he thought it was weird that he never actually saw Tsukimori with any girls, and how Mizusawa just seemed really strange all the time. Then again, it seemed like the other yankee was quite distressed at the moment--

Wait, what the hell was he thinking about? They were stuck in an elevator. He scanned to room to see that, his teammates had all reacted, well, exactly the way he would've thought. Nippori hadn't moved a bit, and was currently in the lobby blubbering something or other. Wataru rushed to the elevator pounding on the doors and shouting, while Tsuchiya was at the desk, but for some reason, retreating back to the lobby...

Rolling up the half-finished bag of crackers and shoving it in his pocket, he marched right past his underclassman and to the desk he just passed, rapping on its surface to get the attention of the attendant. "(Excuse me? I think there's something wrong with the elevator.)" The guard chewed on his gum twice before just staring at the Japanese boy, and so ensued a staring match the two. What, didn't he understand? Kiyama knew that he was far from fluent, but he didn't think his accent was that bad.

"(E. Le. Vat. Or.)" He pointed in the direction of the elevators, while enunciating the syllables clearly, pretty sure he his pronunciation was spot-on that time.

The man looked in the direction of the elevator and then looked back to Kiyama, bit his lip, and nodded. "(I noticed.)"

Kiyama blinked. That's when the man picked up the receiver of one of those complicated-looking office phones and started dialing. After he finished, he put the phone to his ear and eyed the Japanese boy. "(I'm calling the people,)" he said bluntly, and he started drumming his fingers on the top of his desk.

"(What people?)"

"(The elevator people, duh.)"

"I think this guy's an idiot." he slipped back into Japanese, looking to the side. He glanced over to the elevator again, and looked to the guard once more before he continued. "(You know that there are people stuck in it now, right?)"

"(Well, I still have to call the same people!)"

Kiyama rolled his eyes. And for a moment, between Azuma Wataru's shouts, he heard that there was music playing though the receiver... was he on hold? He was security, there had to be some protocol or something for such a situation, right? The guard then mumbled something about "crazy Asian tourists" that he probably thought Kiyama wouldn't hear or understand. The yankee eyed the man, knowing that he had two weeks to...

Groaning, he rushed over to the elevator next to Wataru. Kiyama was about to try to call to the others, maybe the elevator hadn't stopped too far from the ground floor when...

“We’re fine!”

...answered the voice of Hino Tetsuya. The inquisitive part of Kiyama's brain wanted to take that and run -- Tsukimori, Mizusawa, and Hino stuck in an elevator doing only God knows -- but he quickly shoved that away. Regardless of what was going on in there, his teammates were fine now but they needed to be gotten out, as soon as possible.

By this time, Wataru had given the yelling a rest, and was fiddling with the elevator buttons, which obviously weren't working. Deterred, he looked back at everyone. "What should we do?"

Licking his lips, Kiyama conceived what was probably a ridiculous idea, and reached into his pocket again. Out came a ballpoint from his room with the logo of the hotel printed on it. Of course, it looked about as cheap as everything else there, but he hoped it would hold up. With one hand, he slipped the pen in the space crack of the elevator doors, working enough space between them to slip his fingers in.

The pen, as expected, gave under the pressure, though after he'd managed to slip the fingers of his right hand in the crack, maintaining a little space between the doors. Biting his lip, he pushed away the pain of his fingers pressed in the heavy doors, and looked up to Wataru. By now he hoped his plan was pretty evident. He was going to try and force the doors open, and he hoped between him and the redheaded yankee they'd be able to get it done.

Shoving the fingers of his other hand into the crack, he gestured for Wataru to approach with a jerk of his head. "Help me out, will you?"

Then Kiyama turned to the elevator, shouting so the occupants would be able to hear. "You guys back up from the door, we're gonna try to get you out!"

OOC: lolz @ long crap post complete with MacGuyvering an elevator open with a pen this is so unrealistic I don't even