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Title: Free Lunch
Author: Tha Wrecka
E-mail: scorpionightmare@yahoo.com
Summary: Massu tries to feed Yamapi.
Warnings: Massu/Pi
Notes: Written for JE Holiday 2008. Thank you to my beta. ♥
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, written entirely without malice, and the author intends no defamation.
A cheeseburger, no a triple cheeseburger, that's what he wanted. That would wake him up and give him the power to do his best. He needed something to energise him and he was sure that would do it. If only he could have a cheeseburger all his problems would be solved.
Yamapi was dead tired. The world was buzzing and staticky around him as he tried to pretend to be awake. He probably wasn't doing that good a job of it. He should have been listening to Koyama's ideas for the concerts and instead he was drifting off into elaborate fantasies about sneaking off to the nearest fast food chain restaurant.
The real problem was that he was hungry. Diets always made it harder to concentrate and he felt like he'd been on diets for so long he'd forgotten what it was like to not be cutting calories. He was craving cake and pie, juicy meaty dumplings and noodles smothered in sauce. A crepe would be really nice or maybe a parfait.
Right now he felt like he was eating only salad all the time. He wondered if lettuce actually had any nutritional content at all. He wondered if he'd ever again get to eat anything that wasn't green.
Masuda silently pushed an energy drink at him. Yamapi took it and tried to think of what to do with it. Masuda had been giving these to him for so long that Yamapi was starting to wonder if it was code for something.
Yamapi drank the energy drinks sometimes, just to make Masuda happy. He didn't want to. They were packed full of sugar and salt and everything he was supposed to have eradicated from his diet. He felt like he could feel himself getting fatter with every gulp. He knew Masuda meant well, though, and didn't want the guy to feel bad.
Tegoshi was yapping away at him. Yamapi felt bad for ignoring him but Yamapi hadn't had meat for six days and it was sapping his will to live. Not that he even had to pretend to pay attention to make Tegoshi happy, he could just sit there looking half awake and Tegoshi would be happy that he was even there.
While Tegoshi was busy talking about whatever it was, Masuda came in with a basket full of muffins. Yamapi definitely couldn't concentrate after that. The smell was wafting toward him, distracting and torturing him with its wafty goodness.
He tried to ignore the muffins. They sat there, smelling good and tempting him. Yamapi looked resolutely at his knees. He wasn't going to let them tempt him from his diet, no matter how great Koyama seemed to think they were as he moaned his way through one.
Yamapi clenched his fists.
His attempts to concentrate on his hands where disrupted when a bony lump dropped itself in his lap.
"Just eat a muffin, Yamashita-kun," Tegoshi said, curling up against him like an overgrown puppy. "You'll feel better. I'll feel better if you eat a muffin."
"Tegoshi," Yamapi began, wincing as Tegoshi wriggled around as he tried to make himself comfortable and elbowed Yamapi in the ribs, "I can't always eat what I want."
"Massu would feel better if you ate a muffin."
Masuda did seem to be sending him some meaningful looks as he passed muffins around. Yamapi pretended he couldn't see.
The next day Masuda brought in homemade gyoza and seemed to be heading straight for him. Yamapi made himself scarce to avoid dealing with the temptation.
"I think one of my members is trying to fatten me up," Yamapi moaned, hunching over the counter.
Jin immediately burst out laughing then choked on his beer.
"I'm looking for sympathy," Yamapi wailed.
"Why would I give you any? Nobody ever tries to fatten me up. Don't try to give them any ideas or Taguchi will give us all food poisoning."
Yamapi made a noise like the whining of a dog and slumped on the bench.
The next time he saw the rest of NEWS Masuda wasn't bringing in anything but energy drinks. He'd gone back to leaving them wherever he thought Yamapi might be. Yamapi was sort of relieved - at least those he could just throw out or pass on to someone else - until he found two Kit Kats tucked under his bag.
One of them was strawberry flavour. Did anyone like those?
Yamapi fobbed them off on Shige.
A week later he noticed Tegoshi and Masuda whispering to each other and looking his way. Whatever they were planning, Yamapi was going to play oblivious. He wasn't sure how to take it, however, when Tegoshi pushed Masuda toward him and Masuda presented him with a lunchbox full of chicken katsu curry.
"I made too much this morning," he said, "and I thought you could have the extra."
It looked absolutely delicious, smelled absolutely mouthwatering and Yamapi trembled with desire for it. It wanted to be eaten by him. Masuda looked so hopeful as he stood there with arms outstretched that Yamapi hated the thought of having to disappoint him.
"I'm sorry. I can't accept it. I've already eaten my salad." Yamapi hoped he wasn't salivating too obviously as he said this.
"Oh, I see," Masuda said, looking heartbroken.
"Thank you for thinking of me," Yamapi said.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, just eat it," Ryo yelled. "This diet is making you such a bitch."
"I guess I could find room for it inside me," Yamapi said. Surely one deviation from his diet couldn't hurt.
Masuda looked ridiculously happy as he gave the lunch to Yamapi. It was just as delicious as it looked.
Yamapi grabbed Tegoshi as he was leaving. "Can you get Masuda to stop giving me food? I'm on a diet and I don't need him trying to fatten me up and ruin it."
Tegoshi laughed. "He's just trying to show you he likes you."
"What?"
"You are so dense. He's not trying to fatten you up. He's trying to woo you."
Yamapi thought about this. Masuda had always been the sort of guy who preferred actions to words, even when his actions didn't make any sense. Yamapi just had to figure out how he felt about this.
Yamapi had his answer the next Monday.
He strolled up to Masuda with a pie in hands. It wasn't big and it wasn't very good but it was the best he could do.
Masuda looked confused.
"I accept your feelings," Yamapi said. "Please accept this pie."
Masuda took the pie, smiling brighter than the sun. Yamapi didn't have the heart to tell him he'd put on half a kilogram since the lunchbox.