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Beyond Control- Chapter Three
Thursday, April 14, 2011 | 7:18 AM  Title: Beyond Control Chapter Three: Club Pairings: Arioka Daiki X Inoo Kei, Ueda Tatsuya X Junnosuke Taguchi Requested by: miika_daiscent Genre: Fluff, School Life, Crack Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: I don't own them! Credits to awesome papa pictures of HSJ, and edited by me, with tools from photoshop :D Summary: It's all started with living together. Author's Note: This is requested fanfiction from miika_daiscent, Requested from my JUMP fanfiction request post here! Do leave a comment if you're interested, so that I can write, and dedicate it to you! :D << CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER FOUR >> "A club?" Daiki blurted out, with a vegetable half hanging out of his mouth. Inoo nodded his head, and took over the cup of cola on the table and started sipping on it. "I think we should like enjoy our life here, so we should join some club or something," "Hm, so what club do you intend to join?" Daiki asked, as he placed a fishball onto Inoo's plate, and he took one egg over to his own plate. "I've no idea, any club in mind, Dai-chan?" "Hm, how about some dancing club?" Daiki commented, as he locked both of his hands together, and looked at Inoo. Inoo's face suddenly lit up. "How about we create our own club?!" "What club?" "Um, like, a club where we can sing and dance?" "But a club needs at least four members to be established," Daiki said, as he looked at Inoo. They both looked down to their plate, before Inoo blurted out. "Taguchi-senpai and Tatsuya-senpai!" "Are you serious? They're like showing public affection or something like that?" Daiki commented, as he eyed towards Inoo. "Are you sure you are fine with that?" "I'm... fine though," Inoo stammered, before he looked away, a blush decorating his face. Daiki smirked. "Sure, you'll be the president, and I'll be the vice-president. I'll ask both of them for their opinion about this, alright?" Inoo pouted, and nodded his head reluctantly. "Don't worry, I'll handle this," Daiki said before he stood up and patted his head before he walked off. Inoo stared at Daiki as he saw Daiki disappeared along the corridor among the other students. *** "Arioka-chan!" Ueda saw his junior and called him out. Daiki turned and looked at Ueda, before he breathe in deep and walked over to him. "Tatsuya-senpai," "You can just call me Ueda-senapi. Tatsuya is weird," Ueda said as he smiled. "You looking for me? Or you looking for Jun-chan?" "Ah, no. Actually, I have something to ask you about you and Taguchi-senpai though," "What is it?" "Do you guys have any clubs?" "Nope," "Interested to join one?" Daiki lowered his head, as he slowly tried to wait for Ueda's reply. "Depends on what Jun-chan said. If Jun-chan said it's okay, I'm fine with it though," "Oh," Daiki muttered out, before Ueda passed by him, and patted his shoulder. "I'm sure Jun-chan will agree though, if it's the club that our junior created," Ueda walked off, and Daiki just turned and bowed down. *** "Ueda, welcome home," Junnosuke said when he heard the door open. "Jun-chan, I'm home~" Ueda said before he took off his shoes, and went forward to the kitchen to get his juice. "What took you so long?" "Ah, I saw Arioka-chan when I was on the way out," "oh?" "He was mentioning about some club, and I got interested," Ueda pushed open the lid, and the juice can open, before he started sipping on it. "CLUB!?" "Yeap. It seemed our cute little junior wants to create a club himself," Ueda said, as he turned and leaned against the table. "Interested?" "Why not?" Junnosuke said as he stood up and went over to the kitchen to take something to drink as well. *** "It's done!" Inoo shouted out, as he looked at the piece of paper in front of him. "What's done?" Daiki questioned as he walked over. "The proposal of the club! I've decided to name it 'Time Line'," Labels: beyond control, request |