*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Teru groaned loudly, slapping the offending alarm clock. Stupid thing... He thought he'd thrown it out last week. Oh well; he'd just have to do it later on today. But first he was going back to sleep.

Well, that was what he planned, at least. As it turned out, all he could do was tumble around in his sheets trying to find a good sleeping position. The end result was only a messed bed and a sour mood from being unable to go back to the pleasant, inviting arms of sleep.

Fifteen minutes of this routine finally convinced the vocalist that he most likely wasn't going to return to his slumber. So he groaned, rolled out of bed, threw his alarm clock in the wastebasket in the corner, and went into his bathroom. If he was going to be awake he might as well get freshened up some.

"'Cause nobody likes a smelly Teru," he smiled to himself. He was sure there were probably hordes of fangirs who insist they'd like him in whatever state he was in, but shrugged that thought off as he started the shower.

The shower was quick but refreshing, and pretty soon he was back to the warm, merry Teru that we all know and love. Getting dressed, he opted to raid the kitchen. "A growing boy needs his breakfast," he mused, shoving aside cans and boxes of food in his cabinet. So it was almost noon. It could be a brunch thing.

Ten minutes and one bowl of instant ramen later, Teru sat back on his couch and let out a pleased sigh. It's great to be a rockstar sometimes. Waking up around noon, having ramen for breakfast, not having to go to work...

Oh crap! Did they have rehearsal today? Knowing Takuro, the answer was most likely yes. Best to be sure, though.

He quickly got up from his couch and headed into the kitchen again. He made a point of always writing down when they did and didn't have practices and lives on a large calendar on his wall. Sure enough, there was a practice scheduled in about forty-five minutes. Teru
sighed. Leave it to Takuro to schedule one on a Saturday.

The vocalist looked about him, hands on his hips. "Well... it's not like I've got much else to do around here for forty-five minutes... Might as well go early and keep Takuro company." The guitarist would probably appreciate it. Although sometimes Teru did wonder when Takuro got to the studio and what he did in all that spare time before everyone arrived. 'I wouldn't be surprised if he sleeps there some nights...'

It only took him a few seconds to grab his keys, slip on his shoes, and get into his car. The drive from house to studio wasn't long at
all, and soon enough he was parking in the spot he usually took near the entrance and walking up to the building. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimps of Takuro's black car in its usual spot and a small smirk appeared on his face. Good ol' predictable Takkun.

He entered and made his way to the practice room/recording area which was reserved for GLAY. Opening the door, he was greeted with the sight of one Takuro Kubo running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Teru smiled at the sight and raised a hand in a cheerful gesture.

"Ohayou, Takkun! What's up?"

The taller man looked up from rushing about and gave the vocalist a quick smile and wave before returning to whatever the hell it was he was doing. "Hey, Teru. Sorry, but I have to run. Hisashi just called; his car won't start and he needs a ride."

Teru's eyebrows raised a little. "I could go pick him up for you. Give me something to do, and you wouldn't have to leave the studio."

"I'm not _that_attached to the studio, Teru," Takuro grinned, picking up his keys from the table. "Just hang out here for a while. If you need something to do, there's always equipment to be set up."

The shorter of the two crinkled his nose up. "Yeah, give me all the fun things to do."

Kubo laughed lightly at his friend's expression, "I'll be back soon. Ja!"

"Yeah, yeah, get out of here!"

Another chuckle could be heard, followed by the sound of the studio door opening and closing. Teru sat down on the couch and sighed. So much for keeping Takuro company. Scanning the area around himself, he found some of the magazines that the band members had left lying around and tried to amuse himself with those.

Unfortunately, most of these were articles he'd already read and he eventually lost interest in the magazines. He began looking around for anything else of interest. His eyes even passed over some of the equipment Takuro had mentioned needed setting up, and he was surprised to find he actually considered the idea before vetoing it. He was bored, but not _that_ bored...

Suddenly, something caught his eye. Four cute, bright little somethings, to be exact. Teru stood up from his place on the couch and made his way over to the little shelf in the corner.

This was the shelf the band reserved for putting little trinkets and things they'd received from companies, fans, and just whoever gave them stuff in general. There were bottled drinks with the members' faces on them, jewelry, stuffed animals, stationary, books, cameras; there were even a few boxes of Glay Pocky there. (Zoë-chan: hey, they make cigarette-flavored pocky! It could happen!) And sitting right in the middle of all of these were four GLAY UFO Catcher dolls.

He couldn't remember the name of the company that had given them to the band. All he knew was that they showed up in the studio along with a note from their PR guy at Pony Canyon saying that soon these super-deformed little dolls would be in crane machines all over Japan.

Teru chuckled as he remembered the looks on everyone's face when they met their plushie counterpart. Jiro had reacted the loudest, insisting that the doll looked nothing like him...

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"It's too chubby and short! I don't look like that at all!" the blonde exclaimed, pouting and pointing at the obliviously happy little doll.

"Well of course it's shorter than you," Hisashi stated cooly as he played with the felt hair of chibi-Hisashi, "If it were life-sized, they'd never fit it in the machine."

"I know _that_! But I mean... it's so out of proportion! And fat!" he cried woefully. Jiro was so fun to watch sometimes, Teru mused.

"Don't worry about it, Jiro," the vocalist said, patting the tall bassist on the shoulder. "All of them are out of proportion. They make it that way so they look cuter, nee, Hisa-chan?" And at that he made chibi-Teru dance over to the blue-haired guitarist's shoulder.

Hisashi humphed and threw chibi-Hisashi at Teru's head.

"I look dopey," was all Takuro had lamented.

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Kobashi smiled as he gazed upon the dolls. And then an idea had come into his mind. Well, more like a silly impulse, but still...

He carefully looked around to see if anyone was there. If anyone caught him, he'd _never_ live it down. Once he was fairly sure that he was completely alone, he grabbed the four plushies and sat himself down in the middle of the floor with them. Picking up the Takuro doll, he made it walk around goofily.

"Oh, I love music so much, but I'm too dopey-looking to be in a band!" he wailed in his best Takuro impression, all the while making the doll go through a series of dramatic poses. Then he moved chibi-Takuro as if he'd had a sudden idea. "I know! I will get good-looking people to be in my band! And we will make good music. Yes, this will be excellent!"

With his free hand he picked up chibi-Teru and made him walk over to chibi-Takuro. The chibi-guitarist waved its arms comically, "Oi, Teru! You're good looking! Come join my band?"

"Hmm... well, I can only play drums."

"That's okay!"

"Okay!" Teru chirped, raising his tiny doll counterpart's arms in celebration.

The two dolls started to dance around happily when chibi-Takuro suddenly halted. "Hey, wait Teru, is that you singing on that tape?"

Chibi-Teru nodded which prompted chibi-Takuro to start jumping up and down hyperly in a very un-Takuro-ish manner. "You should sing instead of drums, Teru!!!"

"Hontou ni? You think so?"

"Yes yes yes!" chibi-Takuro exclaimed. "Ah, handsome and he can sing. Can you dance too?"

"A little." And Teru made the plushie shake his little stuffed bum some.

"Yatta!" the chibis cried and did more of their dance of joy. Eventually the two danced off and Teru picked up chibi-Jiro and chibi-Hisashi.

The blonde started to jump around happily as Teru sang a very off-key impression of Jiro belting out "Shutter Speeds" (Zoë-chan: which wasn't too hard to do! Aiya! *gets pelted by fellow Jiro-otaku*) while chibi-Hisashi sat and sulked.

"Hey Man ranchiki-sawagi hito o maki-kondeeeee!" warbled chibi-Jiro as he proceeded to bounce all over the place like a five-year old on crack. Teru frowned in Hisashi's famous disapproving glare--after all, the plushie couldn't really change it's facial expressions, what with it being a doll and all--and stated in a tinny impression of the guitarist, "Stop that, you're being annoying."

That stopped chibi-Jiro in his tracks. Teru made the little bassist place his stubby arms to his waist as much as possible and turned to face chibi-Hisashi. "Oi, you're the annoying one, Mr. Iceman!"

"Overgrown toddler!"

"Computer-otaku!"

"Photo freak!"

"I hate you!" cried chibi-Jiro, already getting up in chibi-Hisa's face.

"I hate you more!" was the tinny response as chibi-Hisashi closed the gap between them.

"I hate you so much I want to punch you in that crooked nose of yours!"

"I hate you so much I love you!"

"Me too!"

And with that, Teru mashed the two chibi-musicians together in a mock-glomp and proceeded to make them kiss each other madly. He laughed gleefully as he manipulated the dolls, belting out in a sing-song voice, "Kisu kisu aishiteru!"

"TERUHIKO KOBASHI, WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"

The vocalist froze in mid-play. 'Crap, I'm busted!' Right about now a giant anime-style sweatdrop would be forming over his head if it were possible. Gulping, he slowly turned around to face whoever had caught him.

To his dismay, all three members of GLAY were standing in the doorway. Takuro was obviously trying very hard not to burst out laughing while Hisashi wore a mask of subtle confusion. Jiro looked like he was about to have a heart attack, complete with red face and bulging eyes.

"Ano... hi guys," Teru offered meekly, waving to them.

Takuro walked over to him and grinned cheekily. "So, this is more fun than setting up equipment, huh?"

"Ah, heh, well..." the vocalist coughed, scratching the back of his head. He had a feeling that he wasn't going to hear the end of it from the band members for quite a while now.

Takuro laughed as he picked up the chibi-Takuro and Teru dolls. "Well, hate to bust it to you, but playtime's over, Teru-chan. So let's put up your toys and get to work."

Teru returned the smile as he stood up, the other dolls still in hand and a tiny flame of blush playing on his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah, let's just start practice."

Hisashi and Jiro moved slowly out of the doorway and into the room at Takuro's urging, though Jiro was quite clearly keeping himself a good few feet away from their vocalist. Hisashi, on the other hand, had a coy smile on his face. He flipped his hair back casually, "Oh, Teru?"

"Hai?"

"You've got it all wrong."

Before Teru could ask just what he had wrong Hisashi threw an arm around Jiro's neck and pulled the taller man into a rough open-mouthed kiss. The blonde had a panicked look on his face, his deep brown eyes looking around the room frantically and arms flailing wildly. But soon his eyelids began to droop and he almost literally melted into the kiss, his arms draping lazily around Tonomura and his legs looking like they'd just gone limp.

Teru stared at them wide-eyed and jaw hanging. Takuro chose the more dramatic route of fainting onto the floor.

A few moments passed before Hisashi finally let up on his monopoly of Jiro's mouth. The blue-haired man looked none the worse for wear, though he was now supporting the bassist who seemed to have gone into Jiro-La-La-Land momentarily. Whether it was from the kiss or lack of air or both, Teru had no idea.

A smug grin on his face, Hisashi stated, "_That's_ how you do it."

"Naaa... Hisa-chaaaaaan..." *_* Jiro moaned in his stunned state.

Takuro, being unconsicous and all, didn't answer. Teru just stared.

"Hmm... looks like we won't have practice after all," Hisashi observed matter of factly as he noted the current states of his bandmates: unconscious, schocked, and totally out of it.

"Well, that's fine. C'mon, Jiro. I like the way you taste," he smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he began tugging on Jiro's shirt and leading him off to a side room.

"Kiiiiisuuuu...." replied Jiro dreamily, following obediently into the other room. Once they were both in, Hisashi made sure to shut the
door tightly.

Teru blinked a few times and looked around. Takuro was still out stone cold on the floor--the dolls he'd been holding were flung a few feet to his side. Slowly Teru realized he still had the chibi-Hisashi and Jiro dolls in his hands. And as he looked down at them, he could
feel a small impish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I have _got_ to play with these things more often!"