SMAP: Fanfic Summer Exchange: Superiority Complex

Recipient:goblinbrodie
Author: Vanessa A
Title: Superiority Complex
Pairing(s):Shingo/Nakai
Rating: Pg-13  [Words: 1459]
Warnings:  This is mostly gen. Since I couldn't honestly figure out how to do a slashly Shingo/Nakai. I did the best I could!
Disclaimer: I don't own SMAP. Nor do I claim to. SMAP is SMAP!
Summary: Nakai and Shingo are at the airport. Shingo eats, Nakai sulks and Goro has all the luck.
Notes: This fanfic was written for the livejournal. A summer fanfic sign-up livejournal for fans of Johnny's Jimusho.

"I just don't understand you, Shingo." Nakai twisted his hat to a angle that he favored and checked his watch. It was a little after two p.m and this was their second layover from the states. Shingo and Nakai would be taking a flight to the Nagoya airport and from there meet with the other's for a photoshop. The flight would be easily over ten hours and Nakai silently cursed their scheduling manager who paired him up with Shingo. Nakai wanted nothing more than to take the flight alone, eat a good meal and catch up on his sleep.

Nakai didn't have that luck, strangely all that luck went to Goro.

"W-wait up!" Shingo was running across the airport terminal. His flop-flops were slapping on thefloor and it caused alot of attention.

Nakai winced when he noticed he saw a nearby security guard stand up and raised his hand to get Shingo to slow down. Nakai wanted nothing more than for the crowd to not know he was with him, but it was highly unlikely since they were the few Japanese at the terminal.

Shingo slapped one of his many man purse's on Nakai's left shoulder and complained with a mouthful of bubblegum in mid-chew, "They threw out all my drinks, and most of my candy. How was I suppost to know you can't bring it with you on a plane?" Nakai stared hard at Shingo and Shingo blew a bubble and dropped his bags to the floor. "We have at least another hour, we should get something to eat before we get on the plane." Shingo spotted out of the corner of his eye a McDonald's and dashed off to order, leaving Nakai with at least a dozen bags to watch over.

Nakai wiped his hands and bent down to look inside Shingo's bag's. He started to thin out his bags, some bags were filled with used candy wrappers  and some with empty boxes. Shingo came back holding a tray with three large fries and a twenty piece of chicken nuggets. Nakai looked up at Shingo who was drinking his soda with four straws in his mouth. Nakai took a few of the empty boxes he had already folded flat and slapped Shingo upside the head. "JUST WHAT DO YOU NEED THESE FOR!?!?!?" Nakai slid away, leaving Shingo to balance his bags and his tray of food.

Flopping down on one of the seats closest to the boarding gate, Nakai took out a magazine he wanted to finsh reading, beside him, Shingo placed his tray of food in one seat, sat in another and then left his bags all over the floor near his feet. Nakai glared at the floor and could feel the hard stares of the people who had no seat to sit on.

Shingo oblivious and was trying to fit more straws in his mouth, he was now on number sixteen.

Shingo kept a keen gaze on Nakai and tried hard to get Nakai to look at him. Shingo wanted the old Nakai back, the one that smiled and laughed and insisted that Shingo put even more things in his mouth. Shingo leaned close and tried to poke Nakai with the end of the straws that now were hanging straight out from his mouth. Nakai ignored and Shingo poked him again, and on the third time Nakai leaped from his seat and muttered something about needing a cigarette. Shingo cried, "I thought you were going to quit!" All of his straws feel to the floor. The woman at the terminal counter was furious. Shingo tripped over his bags when he ran after Nakai.

Nakai was standing in the designated smoking area, he took long drags of his cigarette. "Damn Shingo for buying the cheap brand.."

Nakai fiddled with his lighter and recalled the night he sent Shingo now to one of the convenience stores outside their hotel and said to buy him a new packet of cigarette's and to not get the girly kinds. Shingo still came back with the girly kinds and said he almost didn't have enough. Nakai was smart enough to check the shopping bag and sure enough Shingo bought himself bubblegum, chocolate and soda pop.

Shingo came running, flip-flops off so Nakai was caught off guard when Shingo ripped the cigarette out of Nakai's mouth. "Y-you said, you were going to quit." Shingo was breathless. The other smokers nearby looked on at the pair who were now glaring at each other.

Nakai tucked his lighter in his pocket and looked at the other smokers, who all looked at Shingo's bear feet. Nakai walked out of the designated smoking area and the smokers all flicked their used cigarette's on Shingo's bear feet and followed Nakai out. They all knew the unwritten smoker's code. No one, not even your mother can rip a cigarette that is being mid-smoked out of someone's mouth. Shingo screamed, fell to the ground, knocked over a heavy ash tray and the designated area was filled with smoke and sand all over the floor.

Nakai went and grabbed a cup of coffee and contiuned with his magazine. Shingo came back with an ice cream in hand. "Look, I bought this for you." Shingo held out the black cherry ice cream cone and smiled for his leader. Nakai winced, "You know I hate dairy products." Shingo with no second thoughts swallowed the dessert whole. Nakai watched and waited for that typical Shingo-brain-freeze-moment.

It was a relief to see Shingo have the common courtesy to not scream in the terminal, he took one of his bags and dashed to the bathroom. Nakai pulled out his cellphone and saw messages from the other's. Takuya said it was a handful to have Tsuyoshi with him, and the wife and the girls. Tsuyoshi left one saying it was a handful having Takuya's wife around. And Goro left a gushing text message that the air stewardess on his plane had on a short little skirt.

Nakai slammed his cellphone shut and noticed there was a line already fully formed to enter the plane, Nakai glanced around for Shingo but there was no sign of him. Shingo's bags were all over the floor and people in line, formed the line around his bags. Nakai blushed wih embarrassment and started to pick up Shingo's stuff and dial Shingo's number at the same time. The phone kept ringing and kept getting kicked over to Shingo's voice mail. The greeting of Shingo's voice mail was a clip of Nakai rambling and laughing.

Nakai fumed, he was getting aggravated and didn't like to hear himself laughing at himself.

"Nakai!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Shingo was waving towards Nakai, "Bring my stuff and get over here!!!!!" The entire line followed Shingo and turned to look at Nakai was picking up the bags off the floor, the crowd shaked their heads and assumed the mess on the floor belonged to Nakai and watched Nakai struggle with the bags. Flipping some over his shoulder and holding some by wrist, Nakai dragged himself over to Shingo, "Just how did YOU get to the front of the line?" Nakai frozed as he walked up to Shingo who was in front of the line, "JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" 

Shingo gave a dazzling smile and reach for his bags.

Nakai whimpered  "W-what? Whaaaaa? Whyyyy?!"

Shingo was decked out as Shingo-Mama and blew the crowd kisses, "This is how you get first class! You need to show a little leg!" Shingo did his best to look sultry and the people at the gate ushered the pair in. The crew grabbed for their bags and handed Nakai a glass of wine as they were led inside the plane. Looking at the generous amount of space the first class seats had, Nakai finally smiled.

Nakai looked at the  air stewardess who struggled with putting their bags in the upper compartment and saw how her skirt rode up. Again, Nakai smiled. Shingo pulled out a carton of his favorite cigarette and handed them to Nakai, "For you, no more junk food on this trip, ok?"

Nakai grinned and slapped Shingo on the rear, Shingo giggled and threw himself on his seat. "Feel better now, Nakai-kun?" Shingo helped Nakai out of his jacket and even gave Nakai his own glass of wine and watched Nakai settle down in his seat smiling.

Nakai sat back in his seat and took a deep breath and then turned to look at Shingo and said, "Maybe later we can take a trip to the bathroom?"

Shingo squealed and fastened his seat and started to sing about bathroom trips with Nakai on the airplane, leaving the rest of the crowd oblivious to what Shingo was singing about in his native language.

END.