☆ SHAKE SHAKE ☆ six same faces

  “Some of them are smeeelly, like clams, and fish, and suuuuch! Some smell like a summer’s eve, ‘cause they’ve been douched too muuuuuch! VAAAAGIIIINAAAAA~ ♬ VAAAAAGINAAAAAAAA~ ♬ ”

“ VAAAAAAAGIIIIINAAAAAAA!!! “

Osomatsu and Juushimatsu join in with all their hearts. Choromatsu in turn....

  No words. The colt releases an ireful whicker from his snout, not at all pleased at being sold out by trash so easily. Cat tail momentarily forgotten, the pony rears his hind legs, aggressively channeling out his dander through a firm kick!

  “GET A GODDAMN JOB, YOU LUMMOX!” The colt screeched, as Nasubi in turn reached! Persistently to Ichimatsu’s collar, a sloppy grin placed. 

“ Whoaaaaaa! You ok Choromatsu that looks pretty painful... “

“ GHHSdflrfösösöaäaKDDLSL!!! “

Meanwhile Ichimatsu pulled further from the mewling minion eyes widening as the safe distance is broken. Finally his expression twisted into grimace as a smelly fish is practically shoved on his face. Instinctively his hand stretched forward slamming the food offering to the ground.

“ Get OFF! “ he said pulling himself further.

“ I don’t want your stinky fish, go away. I’ll kill you. “

Osomatsu’s head turned to the two of them eyes slightly wide. Not so much out of surprise, Ichimatsu hadn’t done or said anything out of ordinary, so for now he’ll just look how the situation will develop as he stretched hand out for Choromatsu. 

Maki spent even more time than usual to prepare herself for the morning’s event, taking a long shower, wearing a new peach fragrance and her lucky peach earrings. She was indecisive about a more traditional or modern attire for the meeting, but decided for the classic Peach Maki kimono and boots. Her fans were used to that, so that was the safest choice to please the lucky fan - after all, that was the main goal of an idol fan meeting, right?

“He doesn’t look so bad, but let’s see how it goes. Maki, fight!”

She took a deep breath and entered the Ox Cart waiting to take her to the cafe, arriving in there in a few minutes. After sign a card for the taxist’s son - it’s actually nice to find unexpected fans like this! - she came into the place and checked for the last time the winner’s name and picture.

It was easy to find him among the few people in there, so she turned on the best “idol manners set” and approached the table in happy cute hoppings, a large smile shining on her face.

“Ah! Matsuno Choromatsu-san, right??? It’s so nice to finally meet you!!! Maki is happy!!!”

“ You have such a cute name, did you know?? Ne, Maki could possibly… call you Matsumatsu-kun??”

She added with a cute blink and childish giggle, proud of her perfect idol entrance… until she noticed something a few meters from them. Something frightening.

Froze in place, she blinked once, twice. But unfortunately, her eyes wasn’t playing a prank on her. That was the pure, merciless and weird reality.

Five of them. More five Matsunos, identical but… somehow different in disturbing ways.

Ahh gosh, he wasn’t listening... Choromatsu shook himself back to the earth to meet Peach Maki’s face asking something. 

“ ...... “

“ Ah, of course Maki-chan!! Hahaha! “

He had absolutely no idea what she had just said but he was sure it was something agreeable. Looking at her seemed everything was going to be fine... It wasn’t like his brothers were here or any---- 

“ ...Makichan? “

Her face had twisted into horror... it looked a bit scary... What was it that she was looking at - i...it wasn’t him was it? He wasn’t looking weird right? No, it seemed she was looking somewhere further... Immediately Choromatsu had an ill premonition.

“ Oh, I think she noticed us... “

“ WHOAAA! She’s like ESP nyanko! “

“ Hey Kusomatsu, why are you wearing those pants again... “

Choromatsu froze hearing the voices. He almost couldn’t turn around to meet their faces. Maybe if he didn’t they’d disappear...

“ Heeeeh Choromatsu.... “ Osomatsu came forward first gripping his shoulder, “ whaaat’s this? You won’t introduce us? Don’t pretend to be strangers now, we have the same face riiiight? “

“ Hallo... Have you been waiting long? Perhaps the time of your dest--OUGH!! “ Karamatsu got subtly slammed into stomach by Ichimatsu.

“ Ah, nice to meet you... I’m Todomatsu, it’s alright if you call me Totty. “

“ INTRODUCTIONS? HI HI I’M JUUSHIMATSU!! NICE TO MEETCHU GETCHU!! “

“ ....I..Ichimatsu... “

“ I’m Kara---”

“ Ah, what a coincidence we have here though!! I’m Osomatsu and I’m technically the eldest here... How do you know our brother I wonder? “

SIX SAME FACES - VOICE by Iyami feat. Kenichi Suzumura, Takahiro Sakurai, Yuuichi Nakamura, Hiroshi Kamiya, Jun Fukuyama, Daisuke Ono, Miyu Irino

Friendly Hug (Choromatsu Generated)

  The Matsuno home…rather sad, by discovery, livens by an unexpected visitor. Bag slung over his shoulder and boggin over his ears, for once appropriate in the winter, Karauri was greeted by the eccentric mother of the six man-children. Then they themselves. “Good morning, Matsuno-san…is Choromatsu-san home?” He asks, as if he were asking for a childhood friend.  “I’m Choromatsu!”  “No, I’M Choromatsu!”  “WAAAAAI, I’m Choromatsu too! Waaaaai!”  “…”  “I don’t have a jobbu,” Karamatsu adds, the obvious one out of the bunch. The real Choromatsu, he surmised, was the one clad in green, and the only one actually aiding his mother to invite their guest inside. Not even scolded, Karamatsu continued, “It’su parfekuto!”

  “I have good news!” Karauri announces, unashamedly avoiding the banter. If anything, the frog of the six had only to see how straightforward the little oni was, his arms softly veiling his midsection in his giddiness. “I have this trading card produced by the 777 idol studio!”

  He was given no choice, then. Catching a bean in his mouth, the warden spat it back up into the open throat of he who dare attempt to purge him with bitter tasting coffee pellets! This was the very last straw!

  “That DOES it…!” He roars, as if he were some wicked, unhallowed jaguar! The pants come off, thrown into the face the fifth Matsuno as he sung. Clad only in his multi-layers and one hundred percent cotton briefs so speckled with hearts, the bare knees of the devil slam against Osomatsu’s open torso. Prying loose the ax from Nasubi’s wooden belly, he gave the six yet another reproachful glare.    “ALL OF YOU SIT STILL AND NOBODY GETS HUR–” The wheels below rattle, sounding much more ancient than they truly were. As if wobbling arms, the marrows, the spokes groan in protest. All of Nasubi’s weight, all of his cargo resounds within the slam! There was no way they hadn’t run over a body. “E–Enma-sama???!”

 Those telltale shrieks…there was no mistaking it. Thrown right in Nasubi’s path, the King of Hell stood no chance. So they continued on, Karauri fearfully clinging to Karamatsu, obviously shaken by the event. For moments, the wheels ran smoothly, yet…! Obstructing the young one’s wheels; ROCKS!   Lodged between them, the rocks chip at his wood! His doors whack open, baneful winds, nefarious like hands! Throwing forcefully all invaders and devil out of his abode! The carriage descends, bungling! Fallen as flesh, the once-cart flails his wheels turned to creamed feet. 

“ HAHA!! INDICTIONARY KISS!! “ he laughed as some of the beans bounced back out from his throat.

“ Tastes bitterhitter!! Wahahaha! “

Occupied by the laughing fit his brain couldn’t quite process the trousers on his face so the next thing he knew was darkness. Even when the lights flicker on he can see the outlinings of everything.

“ EEEEEK don’t come closer with those Juushimatsu-niisan!!!! “ Todomatsu shrieked with incredible opera soprano worthy tone as he crushed himself against Choromatsu.

“ Eeeh, it’s smelly in here--- hey hey, Osomatsu-niisan, did you fart? “

“ URRHG...” Osomatsu sure was sounding a little weak there which only fired up Juushimatsu’s theory of burning bowel movement. In reality it was just the smell of the clothing on Juushimatsu’s face.

As the cart bounced up the fifth brother, together with the trousers also got slammed to another side of the space - to all of their horror. None of them was really paying attention to Karauri anymore as the pants are passed among five of them. 

Leaving only one out. Although it’s nothing that allowed him to pass gas Osomatsu’s stomach indeed hurt now and his lunch from earlier was violently tossing inside his stomach. He could have held it in but it wasn’t every day that the opportunity like this arose. A vengeful expression twisted his face.

Osomatsu gagged getting himself ready. Just as the rock hits a wheel he leaped forward grasping the ankle of his new sworn enemy and launches the attack showering the other with a new load of puke. 

Whatever the reaction was no one paid attention by that time. When the door opened each and everyone tried grabbing the nearest thing, whether it was a limb or a floorboard. It was no good, their hands slipped and grasped air futilely. In the end they pile up again, Osomatsu and Karauri at the top.

“ Ewwww Karamatsu-niisan you’re too close and your breath stinks “ Todomatsu’s voice called underneath the second brother whose cheek was pressed right against him , “ ICHIMATSU-NIISAN TOO!! You’re crushing my stomach. “ His voice was cracking.

“ Realistically speaking at least one of our bones ought to be broken.... “

“ OUCHOUCHOUCH!! THAT HURTS ICHIMATSU!!  YOU DON’T NEED TO BREAK THEM ON PURPOSE!!! “

“ Then stop being smelly, Kusomatsu.... Anyway where did the carriage go? “

“ I think it --- URGHRLRF! “

“ AAA STOP MOVING AROUND ALREADY, act more calm--- hey where did the cart go??” Choromatsu whined between them, “JUUSHIMATSU WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! “

From the middle of them all slithered Juushimatsu. With his exceptional spaghettilike movement he managed to slip out from between them all (though not without making Karamatsu cry and the others scream. With few quick leaps he arrived to the proximity of the paler shaded. He grasped his hand and pulled him up. 

“ You ok? “