Kis-My-Ft2, Rainbow Tono and the Color Kids

Title:Rainbow Tono and the Color Kids
Rating/Warnings: G
Summary: Kis-My-Ft2 as Rainbow Brite Characters.
AN: Written for the 2012 JE100 Holiday drabble exchange. Snowqueenofhoth wanted Kisumai as the color kids. It didn’t make it in the fic, but I was totally imagining the snowmen as their color sprites. Also Rainbow Tono’s horse is named Wing, definitely.

Rainbow Tono and the Color Kids

Patrick O’Green was on his stomach near the frog pond, a usual haunt, flicking star sprinkles at any lily pads that happened not to meet his standards, when the soft rush of the water and the croaking of the frogs was interrupted by some idiot pounding up the path like his butt was on fire.

His blue butt, to be specific.

“THERE you are!” Buddy Blue screeched to a halt next to Green and leaning over him. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Rainbow Tono wants us~.”

Green sat up and stretched, dusted off his shorts and picked at one of the band-aids on his perpetually skinned knees. Anyone who didn’t know Blue would have thought it was some kind of emergency, but Green knew him better than anybody, and the truth was that Blue ran everywhere like that, just for the pleasure of doing it.

“You’re sweating on me,” Green complained. Behind him a fat frog uuurped like it was agreeing.

“Wow, that one’s big!” Blue praised, as if Green were responsible for frogs in general, not just their color. “He’s kind of dull though,” Blue added, and before Green could stop him, he snatched a handful of star sparkles out of his pocket and dusted the frog liberally, turning him a bright, poison arrow blue.

UUUUURP, said the frog, clearly unimpressed.

“Okay, okay,” Green stood, shooing Blue away from his pond before he did anything else crazy like mess up the jeweled emerald of the dragonflies or the deep hunter of the lilypads. “Let’s just go find the others, geez.”

They found Red Butler asleep in the poppy field, his cape bunched under his head for a pillow, and Lala Orange ordering around sprites who weren’t picking peaches neatly enough to satisfy him, his beret at an irritated angle. His irritation mellowed to mild amusement when Green and Blue stole a fruit each and bit into them, giggling as their fingers and chins got covered in juice.

Shy Violet was looking anything but shy when they found him howling with laughter at Canary Yellow having tripped over his own feet while practicing his new dance.

“It’s not funny!” Yellow was pouting, arms crossed, but Violet soothed him with a pat to his head.

“You wouldn’t get so banged up if you wore pants of reasonable length,” he pointed out. Yellow gave a hmph but didn’t protest when Violet pressed a single star sparkle to his knee to give Yellow a spectacular purple bruise for show. When Blue called that Tono wanted them, Violet tugged Yellow back to his feet and they joined the others.

Indigo was harder to find, but maybe just because they weren’t looking for the right color.

“EH?!” the six of them chorused.

Indigo folded his arms, clad from head to foot no longer in indigo, but in a rich purple-pink that put the snapdragons he was standing in the middle of to shame.

“Indigo sucks!” he announced. “You brats get all the bright colors! From now on I’m Fuschia, got it?!”

Green and Orange exchanged looks with each other. What was Rainbow Tono going to say about that? Yellow was looking sour, Violet peering fretfully over his shoulder, and beside him, Red just gave a yawn.

“I think it’s awesome!” Blue spoke up, making the others blink at him. “It’s really pretty, In…I mean, Fuschia. I bet Tono will say it totally makes an even better rainbow.”

“And don’t you forget it,” Fuschia sniffed, but he looked relieved too, and Green didn’t have any objection when Fuschia snuck a hug for comfort on their way to Tono’s, a full group at last.

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