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snoozing_kittenFandom: JE
Pairing: Keiishikido
Title: A Tomato by Any Other Name Would Taste Just as Bad
Rating: R
Chapter: 3/?
Summary: A story that begins with a basket of tomatoes and comes round full circle. Everyone assumed that NewS would just go back to being what it was before they were put on hiatus, but the months in between had changed things in ways no one was ready for. Now they have to deal with the changes and see if maybe this time around they could get it right.
…
A rope can be used to hold things together, or you can tug-of-war with it…
…
Tegoshi was preening. Well he wouldn’t call it that, but that’s what he was doing –preening. In his defence, long hair was hard to maintain and he needed to invest longer time into making it presentable. So armed with his comb and his bottle of hair spray he was ready to tackle the nest on his head into control.
Bed head was a demon that needed to be destroyed. He was glad to be asked along for shopping with Shige; after all it would be like things going back to normal right? As normal as the life of a pop star ever managed. He thought for a moment to call Massu, but he was feeling greedy and wanted all of Shige’s attention to himself.
Grinning to himself he hummed a happy little tune.
They met at the corner near his house, Shige was there early waiting for him, blowing puffs of cold air and watching it leave as a cloud of vapour. “I’m sorry to make you wait!” Shige smiled at him, pushing his glasses further up his face.
“I wasn’t here very long.” He smiles and takes off his headphones, the white chord of his earphone coiling like a snake down the front of his coat and ending hidden in his pocket. “I was thinking we could get lunch first?”
“Sounds good.” He wants to mention ramen, but that’s usually a Koyama thing, and he doesn’t know how Shige will react so he just smiles. They slip into a comfy silence, still humming in his head as Shige walks beside him.
The train comes on time –take what little good luck you can; but Tego has always felt he was unusually lucky. He’d been born under the right star, gifted with looks, a heavenly voice and just the right amount of luck. After all he was Tegoshi Yuya of NewS! No one could be luckier then him, getting his own duet with Massu –who was the sweetest man to ever walk into his life- and living a dream.
This thing within the band, it would pass, and if they messed it up again, well he still had Massu.
The quiet murmur of conversation, a burst of laugher from the girls down the car- the sound like the gentle chime of bells. The scenery flew by the windows, bleeding together into a blur that captivated Shige’s attention. Pouting Tego rested his head on Shige’s shoulder and feigned being drowsy.
Then men in front of him were talking about politics, the old lady to the other side was silent, staring straight ahead into her own personal heaven. He strained to hear the girl’s conversation –maybe they were fans? He could catch the occasional raised word, but not enough to piece together the conversation. Never had he been on such a boring train.
“How’s school going?” Shige didn’t answer him for a moment, a small frown creasing his forehead, a wrinkle of a thought he figured. Nudging him he smiled innocently when Shige jumped, looking at him with wide eyes.
“What?”
“I asked about school.”
“What about it.” Shige shifted, he heard the whisper of his coat along Shige’s.
“How is it?” Tego bit back a giggle, bating his eyelashes –just a little.
“Good. Good.” There was a pause where he could tell Shige was wrestling with something, and Tego tilted his head to the side- just a fraction. “How are your classes?”
“They are going good… I was sitting in …”
…
The clock won’t spin backwards no matter how much I wish it would…
…
Tego’s talking. That’s alright because he’s been talking for the past ten minutes too, Shige thinks he must be nodding or else Tego would have stopped. He’s talking about school, classes, this cute senior he’s spotted. The usual Tego things.
Usual.
How unusual a word it is. In an enchanted life like theirs patterns isn’t always easy, after all always moving, practicing and most of all changing. Like water it flows and changes shape, the ever-changing faces of a Johnny’s. He wished for a moment it would stop.
Tego stopped, frowning at him.
“Shige, are you listening to me?”
“Of course,” He assured the smaller man with a small apologetic smile. “Yuki-kun was saying?”
“Oh yeah…” Shige nodded absently.
He remembers when Tego didn’t look older then a child –he hasn’t aged much, but he doesn’t look so illegal anymore. In fact Tego’s grown since they’ve been apart, his hair has gotten so long and he seems taller. Some things never change; Tego is still talking. He never shuts up, and it’s comforting thought Shige as he nods absently along.
A pang of familiarity as he looks down into his ice cream –it’s like a reoccurring theme in his memory, the sweet cold almost pleasantly numb feeling of ice cream sliding down his throat. This time it’s Tego yapping away across from him and not YamaPi and for that he is glad. He doesn’t want to see the other man right now.
Not when he’s so close to either slapping him or believing him. As a strict pacifist, he still couldn’t figure out which would feel more like betrayal –oh look another theme brought to you by Shige Kato.
Teetering on the verge of an important decision. Each time he thinks he’s got it, the other half cries out and his mind is unsettled again. No decision is safe, and being undecided is wearing him down, but Tego is still talking for while he’s listening he’s not thinking. To bad it’s hard to focus on everything Tego says, because it really is rather inane.
“Yeah that sounds interesting.” Shige nodded and Tego’s face lit up. Licking a bit of strawberry ice cream from his bottom lip Tego began to babble again throwing in excited hand motions and Shige had to wonder how long it’s been since anyone sat down and listened to the kid.
“You see; she had all these troubles with getting her colour to stay, so we began to talk about the stuff the stylists use in our hair…” Shige blinked and took a bite of his desert. Tego launched into his tale, including a gleeful remark that he uses the same shampoo as YamaPi and Koyama.
It’s like being lulled to a place in his mind in a way no one but Tego can bring him and he’d love to say it was a good trait about the boy but he wasn’t so sure. He sure did have a pretty voice, so it could be worse. The ice cream slid from his spoon as he lifted it to his lips and splashed with a small noise back in his bowl. Tego’s tale –up till now a long winding unbroken ribbon- dropped off with a giggle. Using his napkin he reached across the table to try and clean the droplets so pale against the dark fabric of his sweater.
“Did you miss your mouth?” Tego teased, and Shige smiled back.
“It seems I did.” Concentration broken he tries instead to listen to Tego talk, no thoughts of YamaPi, no thoughts of Koyama, and absolutely no Ryo.
“Hey, do you remember when NewS was first made, I was so scared my hands shook for the first band lunch. I kept dropping my food too!” Tego laughed and with a teasing smile added, “You’re not scared of little Tego are you Shige?!”
“You’re not so little anymore!” Shige said back with a laugh and Tego pouted at him, batting his eyelashes and sticking out his lower lip. In a peace offering he held out a spoonful of ice cream and Tego ate it, leaving his spoon bare and gleaming in the light.
“Do you wish we could go back? Bring Mori-kun back too?” Tego poked his food, and then took a small mouthful. “I never got to really be a junior, would you go back to being a junior?” Tego tilted his head to the side and Shige took a moment to sort the questions in his head. Go back, the days of a junior were behind him, if there was any indication of this it was the young man sitting across from him, once little more then a kid.
He smiled sadly and toyed with the idea. Reverse the clock, push the hands backwards and retake his early youth. If he could go back, to a more simple time; it had been simple for him at least. Smile, dance, work hard and Koyama will take care of you. He tried his hardest, danced like the ground under his feet was on fire. Kusano sang until he could hit each note, and then Koyama was there smiling, pushing them out of the room when the director came in fuming in anger because somewhere it seems they messed up. Protecting them from their own mistakes with a smile and a nod, because that’s just what Koyama did.
“No… I wouldn’t want to go back.” Shige said at last, and maybe he was beginning to see things that were hidden from him before. Koyama who had called himself their best friend, but always shielded them from what happened, hiding his own hurt.
“Why not?” Tego seemed shocked by the answer, expecting another playful barb; not the serious looking face that Shige presented him. Like a man who’s finally faced up to everything he’s been glossing over, to suddenly see reality and realize it’s ugly.
“Because I need to fix here and now.” But to love it anyways.
Koyama needed Ryo.
…
I’m free falling, it can’t go on anymore; but I don’t want to hit the ground…
…
Steam slowly overtook his bathroom, first obscuring the counter-length mirrors, then filling his lungs; making every breath feel like breathing cotton. He poured the soap into the water and watched as the bubbles slowly began to form. Where the spout spit water into the tub and slowly expanding out the bubbles slowly began to take over the surface of his tub. For the time being the dull roar of the water displaced the soft sounds of the radio on the counter.
Stripping his shirt he flung it in the hamper across the room, next he undid the belt, pulling it from thin hips and hanging it over his towel rack. With his left hand he casually popped the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down and a practiced flick of his hips had them pooling around his bare feet. Pushing his briefs down he picked up the whole lump of clothing at once he tossed it also in the hamper.
He could take off his dirty clothing- he could even wash them. He couldn’t clean his mind of troubling thoughts so easily.
Running his hand through the water he adjusted the temperature making it a little hotter. That’s what bothered him. Putting him as a trainee was a stupid thing to do, hadn’t he been punished enough already?
Clearly not.
He’d gone through this all before, he should be there with NewS! Practicing, dancing, singing, and standing next to Ryo. Not –training- like a stupid little kid. He knew he made a mistake, he could barely remember it, but he was sorry for it. So they had ostracized him, forcing him apart from the others. For a socialite like himself it had been hard, but to be separated from not only his friends but his –family- Yassu, Subaru, everyone. That was true punishment.
To be separated without news for so long from Ryo was torture.
He endured it! Badly, but he did; and now all he wanted was for things to go back to the way they were. Better yet, take them out of News, let them go back to Kanjani8 and everything would calm down.
Slipping into the water he sunk up to his chest, relaxing in the tub and the feeling of water sting all up his body –so hot he thought he might boil. The bubbles smelled softly, something tip-toeing the line between manly and flowery but he liked it anyways. The soft caress of the water seemed to drain the stress from his muscles and he let it out with one long breath.
He wasn’t going to cry.
Closing his eyes against the sting he repeated it over and over in his head like it could actually stop the tears that were not softly falling. He wanted everything to be right again, he wanted to take away the shawl of depression that had fallen over his friend.
“Uchi? Are you in here?” Ryo’s voice carried through his apartment, along with the sound of the spare key hitting the tray beside the door. Panicking he slipped under the water, letting the water completely wash over him, washing away the tear tracks and the troubling thoughts.
Under the water it was like being in the womb again. For a moment he was safe and protected, he was cared for, cradled by a large warm hand. Sounds came to him as if from far away, so far he couldn’t even here what they meant anymore- in fact maybe he just imagined them.
Breaking the surface when he couldn’t hold his breath any longer he took a deep gasping breath. He opened his eyes, the soap stung and he raised his hands to rub them away only to find those to be slippery with soapy water too. The soft tongue of the face cloth pressed against his eyes and an exasperated voice.
“You’re going to get soap in them that way.” Uchi let his hands fall to the side as Ryo carefully wiped the soap from his face.
“Thanks.” Uchi sighed, and when he could open his eyes again a blurry picture of Ryo leaning over the tub, blinked and it came into focus. Ryo wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t frowning and Uchi wanted the old Ryo back. He wanted to ask, ‘are you thinking about Koyama?’, and not for the first time today.
“I came by to check up on you.” Ryo explained, sitting back on his heels. He opened his mouth as if to say something but then closed it again with a small half smile. “I was also wondering if you’d like to go out later tonight, the movies maybe? I’ve wanted to see Letters From Iwo Jima, we can see Nino’s ass, but fifty times bigger.” Uchi felt something warm uncoil in his chest and recognized it as his affection for the older man, the way Ryo would treat his differently then anyone else when they were in private like this- it made him glow.
He nodded; Ryo was getting comfortable, sitting on his furry bathmat, leaning back against the cupboard under the sink. He could think of weirder places they had these conversations. It was with a sudden surge of jealousy that he realized something.
Ryo must treat Koyama differently too.
Did he get that warm look in his eyes and let down his cool exterior for Koyama too? Did he smile that way he used too, a slightly bemused expression –nothing like the expression he created for when photographers said ‘smile’- that made him look young and sweet? It pained Uchi to think that he wasn’t the only one for Ryo anymore –he never was, not in the way he wished he were- all the more reason for him to take Ryo away.
It was on the end of his tongue again, he was a moment from spilling it, and only the small thought of ‘this is not the place’ stopped him. Ryo had never volunteered his half of the story to Uchi, never told him what hurt. He wanted to ask ‘do you miss him?’ but the look in Ryo’s eyes said he did, but Uchi wanted it from his mouth so he could have no excuse for ignoring it.
“Should we call Yoko along? Think he would like to see it with us?”
“I figured we could go alone.” Ryo’s way of explaining that he didn’t feel like acting tonight, he just wanted to relax. It was frequent now, where he had once loved playing with his friends, verbally abusing everyone- affectionately so, now he avoided most of them.
“Alright, I’ll finish my bath quickly, we can grab dinner.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll just cook something.” With that Ryo stood up, Uchi followed him with his eyes. “What do you want?”
“Pick something yummy.” Uchi smiled at him, and when Ryo smiled back he felt bad again. He didn’t know how to make things right, and what’s worse a small part of him didn’t want to make things right.
Because now Ryo wasn’t seeing anyone, and that meant there was a tiny flicker of hope.
He’d finish his bath, get dressed and watch Ryo move around his kitchen; gracefully putting together a meal worthy even of his mother’s cooking. Then he would notice that the light on his answering machine was flashing.
Hello, you’ve reached xxx-xxx-xxxx, this is Uchi Hiroki speaking, I’m not in at the moment please leave a message.
“Hey Uchi, this is YamaPi! I wanted to talk to you, so call me later- try my mobile.
Beep.
Pairing: Keiishikido
Title: A Tomato by Any Other Name Would Taste Just as Bad
Rating: R
Chapter: 3/?
Summary: A story that begins with a basket of tomatoes and comes round full circle. Everyone assumed that NewS would just go back to being what it was before they were put on hiatus, but the months in between had changed things in ways no one was ready for. Now they have to deal with the changes and see if maybe this time around they could get it right.
…
A rope can be used to hold things together, or you can tug-of-war with it…
…
Tegoshi was preening. Well he wouldn’t call it that, but that’s what he was doing –preening. In his defence, long hair was hard to maintain and he needed to invest longer time into making it presentable. So armed with his comb and his bottle of hair spray he was ready to tackle the nest on his head into control.
Bed head was a demon that needed to be destroyed. He was glad to be asked along for shopping with Shige; after all it would be like things going back to normal right? As normal as the life of a pop star ever managed. He thought for a moment to call Massu, but he was feeling greedy and wanted all of Shige’s attention to himself.
Grinning to himself he hummed a happy little tune.
They met at the corner near his house, Shige was there early waiting for him, blowing puffs of cold air and watching it leave as a cloud of vapour. “I’m sorry to make you wait!” Shige smiled at him, pushing his glasses further up his face.
“I wasn’t here very long.” He smiles and takes off his headphones, the white chord of his earphone coiling like a snake down the front of his coat and ending hidden in his pocket. “I was thinking we could get lunch first?”
“Sounds good.” He wants to mention ramen, but that’s usually a Koyama thing, and he doesn’t know how Shige will react so he just smiles. They slip into a comfy silence, still humming in his head as Shige walks beside him.
The train comes on time –take what little good luck you can; but Tego has always felt he was unusually lucky. He’d been born under the right star, gifted with looks, a heavenly voice and just the right amount of luck. After all he was Tegoshi Yuya of NewS! No one could be luckier then him, getting his own duet with Massu –who was the sweetest man to ever walk into his life- and living a dream.
This thing within the band, it would pass, and if they messed it up again, well he still had Massu.
The quiet murmur of conversation, a burst of laugher from the girls down the car- the sound like the gentle chime of bells. The scenery flew by the windows, bleeding together into a blur that captivated Shige’s attention. Pouting Tego rested his head on Shige’s shoulder and feigned being drowsy.
Then men in front of him were talking about politics, the old lady to the other side was silent, staring straight ahead into her own personal heaven. He strained to hear the girl’s conversation –maybe they were fans? He could catch the occasional raised word, but not enough to piece together the conversation. Never had he been on such a boring train.
“How’s school going?” Shige didn’t answer him for a moment, a small frown creasing his forehead, a wrinkle of a thought he figured. Nudging him he smiled innocently when Shige jumped, looking at him with wide eyes.
“What?”
“I asked about school.”
“What about it.” Shige shifted, he heard the whisper of his coat along Shige’s.
“How is it?” Tego bit back a giggle, bating his eyelashes –just a little.
“Good. Good.” There was a pause where he could tell Shige was wrestling with something, and Tego tilted his head to the side- just a fraction. “How are your classes?”
“They are going good… I was sitting in …”
…
The clock won’t spin backwards no matter how much I wish it would…
…
Tego’s talking. That’s alright because he’s been talking for the past ten minutes too, Shige thinks he must be nodding or else Tego would have stopped. He’s talking about school, classes, this cute senior he’s spotted. The usual Tego things.
Usual.
How unusual a word it is. In an enchanted life like theirs patterns isn’t always easy, after all always moving, practicing and most of all changing. Like water it flows and changes shape, the ever-changing faces of a Johnny’s. He wished for a moment it would stop.
Tego stopped, frowning at him.
“Shige, are you listening to me?”
“Of course,” He assured the smaller man with a small apologetic smile. “Yuki-kun was saying?”
“Oh yeah…” Shige nodded absently.
He remembers when Tego didn’t look older then a child –he hasn’t aged much, but he doesn’t look so illegal anymore. In fact Tego’s grown since they’ve been apart, his hair has gotten so long and he seems taller. Some things never change; Tego is still talking. He never shuts up, and it’s comforting thought Shige as he nods absently along.
A pang of familiarity as he looks down into his ice cream –it’s like a reoccurring theme in his memory, the sweet cold almost pleasantly numb feeling of ice cream sliding down his throat. This time it’s Tego yapping away across from him and not YamaPi and for that he is glad. He doesn’t want to see the other man right now.
Not when he’s so close to either slapping him or believing him. As a strict pacifist, he still couldn’t figure out which would feel more like betrayal –oh look another theme brought to you by Shige Kato.
Teetering on the verge of an important decision. Each time he thinks he’s got it, the other half cries out and his mind is unsettled again. No decision is safe, and being undecided is wearing him down, but Tego is still talking for while he’s listening he’s not thinking. To bad it’s hard to focus on everything Tego says, because it really is rather inane.
“Yeah that sounds interesting.” Shige nodded and Tego’s face lit up. Licking a bit of strawberry ice cream from his bottom lip Tego began to babble again throwing in excited hand motions and Shige had to wonder how long it’s been since anyone sat down and listened to the kid.
“You see; she had all these troubles with getting her colour to stay, so we began to talk about the stuff the stylists use in our hair…” Shige blinked and took a bite of his desert. Tego launched into his tale, including a gleeful remark that he uses the same shampoo as YamaPi and Koyama.
It’s like being lulled to a place in his mind in a way no one but Tego can bring him and he’d love to say it was a good trait about the boy but he wasn’t so sure. He sure did have a pretty voice, so it could be worse. The ice cream slid from his spoon as he lifted it to his lips and splashed with a small noise back in his bowl. Tego’s tale –up till now a long winding unbroken ribbon- dropped off with a giggle. Using his napkin he reached across the table to try and clean the droplets so pale against the dark fabric of his sweater.
“Did you miss your mouth?” Tego teased, and Shige smiled back.
“It seems I did.” Concentration broken he tries instead to listen to Tego talk, no thoughts of YamaPi, no thoughts of Koyama, and absolutely no Ryo.
“Hey, do you remember when NewS was first made, I was so scared my hands shook for the first band lunch. I kept dropping my food too!” Tego laughed and with a teasing smile added, “You’re not scared of little Tego are you Shige?!”
“You’re not so little anymore!” Shige said back with a laugh and Tego pouted at him, batting his eyelashes and sticking out his lower lip. In a peace offering he held out a spoonful of ice cream and Tego ate it, leaving his spoon bare and gleaming in the light.
“Do you wish we could go back? Bring Mori-kun back too?” Tego poked his food, and then took a small mouthful. “I never got to really be a junior, would you go back to being a junior?” Tego tilted his head to the side and Shige took a moment to sort the questions in his head. Go back, the days of a junior were behind him, if there was any indication of this it was the young man sitting across from him, once little more then a kid.
He smiled sadly and toyed with the idea. Reverse the clock, push the hands backwards and retake his early youth. If he could go back, to a more simple time; it had been simple for him at least. Smile, dance, work hard and Koyama will take care of you. He tried his hardest, danced like the ground under his feet was on fire. Kusano sang until he could hit each note, and then Koyama was there smiling, pushing them out of the room when the director came in fuming in anger because somewhere it seems they messed up. Protecting them from their own mistakes with a smile and a nod, because that’s just what Koyama did.
“No… I wouldn’t want to go back.” Shige said at last, and maybe he was beginning to see things that were hidden from him before. Koyama who had called himself their best friend, but always shielded them from what happened, hiding his own hurt.
“Why not?” Tego seemed shocked by the answer, expecting another playful barb; not the serious looking face that Shige presented him. Like a man who’s finally faced up to everything he’s been glossing over, to suddenly see reality and realize it’s ugly.
“Because I need to fix here and now.” But to love it anyways.
Koyama needed Ryo.
…
I’m free falling, it can’t go on anymore; but I don’t want to hit the ground…
…
Steam slowly overtook his bathroom, first obscuring the counter-length mirrors, then filling his lungs; making every breath feel like breathing cotton. He poured the soap into the water and watched as the bubbles slowly began to form. Where the spout spit water into the tub and slowly expanding out the bubbles slowly began to take over the surface of his tub. For the time being the dull roar of the water displaced the soft sounds of the radio on the counter.
Stripping his shirt he flung it in the hamper across the room, next he undid the belt, pulling it from thin hips and hanging it over his towel rack. With his left hand he casually popped the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down and a practiced flick of his hips had them pooling around his bare feet. Pushing his briefs down he picked up the whole lump of clothing at once he tossed it also in the hamper.
He could take off his dirty clothing- he could even wash them. He couldn’t clean his mind of troubling thoughts so easily.
Running his hand through the water he adjusted the temperature making it a little hotter. That’s what bothered him. Putting him as a trainee was a stupid thing to do, hadn’t he been punished enough already?
Clearly not.
He’d gone through this all before, he should be there with NewS! Practicing, dancing, singing, and standing next to Ryo. Not –training- like a stupid little kid. He knew he made a mistake, he could barely remember it, but he was sorry for it. So they had ostracized him, forcing him apart from the others. For a socialite like himself it had been hard, but to be separated from not only his friends but his –family- Yassu, Subaru, everyone. That was true punishment.
To be separated without news for so long from Ryo was torture.
He endured it! Badly, but he did; and now all he wanted was for things to go back to the way they were. Better yet, take them out of News, let them go back to Kanjani8 and everything would calm down.
Slipping into the water he sunk up to his chest, relaxing in the tub and the feeling of water sting all up his body –so hot he thought he might boil. The bubbles smelled softly, something tip-toeing the line between manly and flowery but he liked it anyways. The soft caress of the water seemed to drain the stress from his muscles and he let it out with one long breath.
He wasn’t going to cry.
Closing his eyes against the sting he repeated it over and over in his head like it could actually stop the tears that were not softly falling. He wanted everything to be right again, he wanted to take away the shawl of depression that had fallen over his friend.
“Uchi? Are you in here?” Ryo’s voice carried through his apartment, along with the sound of the spare key hitting the tray beside the door. Panicking he slipped under the water, letting the water completely wash over him, washing away the tear tracks and the troubling thoughts.
Under the water it was like being in the womb again. For a moment he was safe and protected, he was cared for, cradled by a large warm hand. Sounds came to him as if from far away, so far he couldn’t even here what they meant anymore- in fact maybe he just imagined them.
Breaking the surface when he couldn’t hold his breath any longer he took a deep gasping breath. He opened his eyes, the soap stung and he raised his hands to rub them away only to find those to be slippery with soapy water too. The soft tongue of the face cloth pressed against his eyes and an exasperated voice.
“You’re going to get soap in them that way.” Uchi let his hands fall to the side as Ryo carefully wiped the soap from his face.
“Thanks.” Uchi sighed, and when he could open his eyes again a blurry picture of Ryo leaning over the tub, blinked and it came into focus. Ryo wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t frowning and Uchi wanted the old Ryo back. He wanted to ask, ‘are you thinking about Koyama?’, and not for the first time today.
“I came by to check up on you.” Ryo explained, sitting back on his heels. He opened his mouth as if to say something but then closed it again with a small half smile. “I was also wondering if you’d like to go out later tonight, the movies maybe? I’ve wanted to see Letters From Iwo Jima, we can see Nino’s ass, but fifty times bigger.” Uchi felt something warm uncoil in his chest and recognized it as his affection for the older man, the way Ryo would treat his differently then anyone else when they were in private like this- it made him glow.
He nodded; Ryo was getting comfortable, sitting on his furry bathmat, leaning back against the cupboard under the sink. He could think of weirder places they had these conversations. It was with a sudden surge of jealousy that he realized something.
Ryo must treat Koyama differently too.
Did he get that warm look in his eyes and let down his cool exterior for Koyama too? Did he smile that way he used too, a slightly bemused expression –nothing like the expression he created for when photographers said ‘smile’- that made him look young and sweet? It pained Uchi to think that he wasn’t the only one for Ryo anymore –he never was, not in the way he wished he were- all the more reason for him to take Ryo away.
It was on the end of his tongue again, he was a moment from spilling it, and only the small thought of ‘this is not the place’ stopped him. Ryo had never volunteered his half of the story to Uchi, never told him what hurt. He wanted to ask ‘do you miss him?’ but the look in Ryo’s eyes said he did, but Uchi wanted it from his mouth so he could have no excuse for ignoring it.
“Should we call Yoko along? Think he would like to see it with us?”
“I figured we could go alone.” Ryo’s way of explaining that he didn’t feel like acting tonight, he just wanted to relax. It was frequent now, where he had once loved playing with his friends, verbally abusing everyone- affectionately so, now he avoided most of them.
“Alright, I’ll finish my bath quickly, we can grab dinner.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll just cook something.” With that Ryo stood up, Uchi followed him with his eyes. “What do you want?”
“Pick something yummy.” Uchi smiled at him, and when Ryo smiled back he felt bad again. He didn’t know how to make things right, and what’s worse a small part of him didn’t want to make things right.
Because now Ryo wasn’t seeing anyone, and that meant there was a tiny flicker of hope.
He’d finish his bath, get dressed and watch Ryo move around his kitchen; gracefully putting together a meal worthy even of his mother’s cooking. Then he would notice that the light on his answering machine was flashing.
Hello, you’ve reached xxx-xxx-xxxx, this is Uchi Hiroki speaking, I’m not in at the moment please leave a message.
“Hey Uchi, this is YamaPi! I wanted to talk to you, so call me later- try my mobile.
Beep.
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Date: 2007-01-29 12:49 am (UTC)On the other hand, of course Kei needs Ryo~ XDD
And Uchi! Despite how much I love you, you're not getting Ryo! This is reminding me of Hyoten...but I haven't even got to the part where Uchi comes in yet. =P
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Date: 2007-01-29 01:21 am (UTC)Well DUH. Kei needs sex too... erm Ryo. 8D
Uchi has more to do, YamaPi hasn't even started trying to 'convert to the word of YamaPi' Kusano yet...I should pick up the pace with this a little... TINY bit e__e;
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Date: 2007-01-29 01:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-29 06:40 am (UTC)Ryo needs Kei .. ^^
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Date: 2007-01-29 08:59 am (UTC)Very interesting, can't wait to read more :)
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Date: 2007-01-30 08:32 pm (UTC)I got bored then I remembered that I had kawi story to read and two test tomorrow and so I read your story.....
EVERYONE FOLLOW YAMAPI HE IS YOUR LEADER.....
loved the part about yamapi being and actor and he didn't care about jin....
alt+3!!!!!
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Date: 2007-03-28 08:27 am (UTC)*goes off to find more* T_T
awesome smexy stuff. haha i love tegoshi he amuses me.