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Being the Takumi-kun fan that I am. I'm sharing this oneshot fanfic of the actors themselves. I hope my fellow Takumi-kun fans will enjoy this and to everyone who enjoys a lighthearted BL fanfic. Please let me know what you think. My take on their characters is from watching the Making of Takumi-kun series. Hamao is all serious. Daisuke is laughing all over the place. Hai! Dozo! :hamtaro-005 (6): 8:00 A.M. Saturday. As people are going along their daily routine in the morning. Unbeknownst to anyone in a modest apartment not far from the busy streets of Osaka... Furious knocking is taking place.... “OI!!!!!!” “OI!!!!!!!!” “AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHH!!! OPEN UP!!! OI!!!! WAKE UP!!!!!” Bam! Bam! Bam!! Bam!!! “Ah! Dammit! You leave me no choice!” Hamao rushes to his room and takes his duplicate key. He returns and slides the key into the keyhole and the sight of the occupant makes him want to pull his hair in frustration. There really was nothing out of the ordinary really from the appearance of the room rather it was the occupant who was still buried in pillows with a blanket all over. Mao bounces on the bed and tugs at the blanket furiously. “Oi!!!!! GET UP! WAKE UP, YOU IDIOT!!! GET UP! WE’RE GONNA BE SERIOUSLY LATE!!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS???” Only faint mumbling is heard underneath the blanket. Hamao successfully throws the blanket away and begins to pat the bed repetitively. “DAISUKE-SAN!!!!!!!!!” “Hmmmm....?” Daisuke squints his eyes and smiles. “DON’T HMMMMMMM ME...WE’RE GONNA BE LATE, YOU ASS!!!” Daisuke flutters his eyes open to reveal a very, very agitated Hamao Kyousuke in bright blue shirt with a Mickey Mouse print at the front and faded black jeans. His dark hair carefully combed with a wisp of hair gel at the bangs. Daisuke smiles and turns his head to his right side and smothers himself with the pillow. “Don wanna...” “DAISUKE-SAN! THIS IS SO NOT THE TIME TO PLAY GAMES! WAKE UP! OR I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR SORRY BUTT TILL NEXT YEAR!!!” Hamao pulls his arm. “But i’m still shleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppyyyyyyyyyy..” Daisuke whines. “I don’t caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeee!!!” Hamao mimics. Hamao stubbornly refuses to budge and grabs the pillow closer to his face. “WAKE UP! OR WE’RE GONNA BE FIRED FROM FILMING TAKUMI-KUN!!! DO YOU WANT THAT?????” Hamao drops his arm. With that statement, Daisuke automatically sits up and grins. “OKAY! I’M UP!!!!” “GOOD! NOW GET YOUR LAZY BUTT TO THE SHOWER....RIGHT NOW!” Hamao gets off the bed and walks to Daisuke’s wardrobe cabinet and starts tugging on a polo shirt and jeans. He pulls them out of the drawer and throws the pile on the bed and finds Daisuke back to sleep. “WHAT THE HECK??? DAISUKE-SAN!!!! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!! WE’RE GONNA BE LATE!!!!” He shakes Daisuke’s shoulder and forcibly pries the pillow from his face. He could hear Daisuke giggling. “DAISUKE-SAN!!!!!” “Okay! Okay” giggles. “Okay! I’m up! Why are you being sooooooo bossy today?” Daisuke flings the pillow at Hamao barely which hits him right on the face. “I AM BEING BOSSY?? HUH? HUH? HUH?” Hamao pokes Daisuke’s shoulder repeatedly. “ITAI!!! ITAI!!! STOP POKING ME!!!” Daisuke fights off Hamao’s hand. “Then get up!!!” “What time is it?” Daisuke yawns. “It’s 8:20!! Dammit! Daisuke-san!!! Please move!” Hamao stomps his feet. “It’s still early....” Daisuke whines as he stretches his arms then scratches his hair. “We have to be at the set at 10:00, you!” “Hai! Hai! I’ll be taking a shower now.” Daisuke gives him a mock salute. “Alright...I’ll make some coffee.” 30 minutes later Daisuke saunters inside the kitchen and takes his cup of coffee. Hamao is slurping his drink. “Why are you being so good to me?” Daisuke smiles. “Stop asking stupid questions.” Hamao slurps his drink even loudly and brings the mug closer to his face with both hands to hide his blushing cheeks. “I’m serious.” Daisuke looks at him seriously. “No you’re not.” Hamao peers at him with the mug in his face. “Okay, I’m not!” Daisuke gives him a cheeky grin. “Whatever possessed you to go to an all-night karaoke?” Hamao looks at him. “I wanted to hang out with Kei (Hosogai).” Daisuke shrugged. “I hope you’re perfectly aware that we have a shooting today, don’t you?” Hamao looks at him closely. “I know...I know....” Daisuke takes another sip from his cup. They clear their cups. Close the lights. Closes the main door and steps out of the porch. A red Honda van is parked right in front of the apartment with a smirking Yukihiro Takiguchi leaning onto the hood of the car with his arms crossed on his chest. “Not my fault!” Hamao points at Daisuke as they approach the car. Daisuke gives off a childish grin at Takiguchi. Taki grins back. Just as Hamao is about to open the car door, Taki suddenly squeezes Hamao in between his neck and his shoulders behind him, which makes Hamao squeal loudly. “KYAAAA” “THAT....(laughs)...WAS....(catches his breath)....SO....(begins to cough)...FUNNY!” Daisuke was laughing so hard, he almost sat down on the pavement. “His fault!” Hamao pouts and points at Taki. “It’s your fault that you’re so ticklish!” Taki laughs. “Not my fault either!” Hamao shakes his shoulder still pouting. “Can we go now?” Hamao looks at them impatiently. "Do it again, Taki!" Daisuke still trying to catch his breath from laughing so hard. "Cut it out, you two!" Hamao frowns. “Hai! Hai! Hamao-kun!!” Taki nods and starts the car. As the car runs through the traffic, Hamao looks out of the window thoughtfully. “Mao-chan?” “Hmmm....” “I’m still sleepy.” Daisuke looks at him droopy-eyed. “Yeah?” Hamao raises a well-manicured eyebrow. “Can I sleep on your lap?” Daisuke grins with his face close to Hamao’s face. “Get away from me!” Hamao tries to push his face away. “Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssseeeeeeeee???” "Not the puppy dog eyes...Please...not the puppy dog eyes...Daisuke-san...don’t...don’t..."Hamao protests silently. But Daisuke does exactly that with his devilishly handsome grin to match. Oh crap. He did it. “Alright!” Hamao sits back and stretches his legs. “YAY!!!” Daisuke flops himself onto Hamao’s lap. “ITAI!!! YOU JERK! THAT HURTS!” Hamao lightly smacks Daisuke on the head. “Goodnight...Mao-chan...” “Goodnight? Do you even know what time it is?” Daisuke smiles and closes his eyes. Not too long Daisuke was asleep. Hamao stares at Daisuke’s face. His lips partly open and his nose flared as he was snoring lightly. His right hand onto his stomach while his legs were curled. Hamao was resisting the urge to feel his face and settled on running his fingers onto Daisuke’s soft permed hair. I wonder what those fan girls would think if they saw us like this, Hamao smirked yet his cheeks were blushing.