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snoozing_kittenFandom: JE
Pairing: Keiishikido
Title: A Tomato by Any Other Name Would Taste Just as Bad
Rating: R
Chapter: 1/?
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.
…
When you give everything to him you also give him the power to hurt you…
…
It was no secret that the only thing Koyama hated more then reading Chinese was tomatoes. Horrid things those, masquerading as a vegetable, taught skin hiding an inside that was not unlike chewing on mummified flesh.
How he hated tomatoes.
Casting a baleful eye at the bowl of red –fruit- on the counter he setting the shopping bag down. For a moment he thought about them, untouched for the past four days. Likely to go untouched until they began to rot and he was forced to dispose of them.
Ryo liked tomatoes.
Indeed he remembered strolling languidly down the aisles of the grocer with Ryo in tow, bickering pleasantly over what to buy. Their cart was filled with a mix of Koyama’s favourite’s and Ryo’s rather –incompatible- choice in food. Still he could not think of a time he had been happier, so this is what the meaning of domestic bliss. Living with someone you know before you go to reach for the box that he’s going to object.
He had bought the tomatoes.
Threatening that if Koyama behaved naughty he would throw them at him. The horror struck look on Koyama’s face had caused him to double over laughing so hard he could feel tears trying to slip from his eyes. They had bickered, even as Ryo began to prod the fruit looking for some ripe ones to bring home –he liked them with salt.
Yes that had been nice.
Not like the fight that threatened to shake his very world from it’s axis. Not so long after Kusano was suspended, things had gotten tense, when NewS disbanded they were forced to work with the distance between them. It began to grow, a weed in a garden of content- growing and pushing the emotional distance between them to match the physical distance.
He was distraught, so sure that this could somehow be blamed on him.
Kusano was his friend, his junior, and his fucking responsibility. Had he not rushed off to his home to spend the night pleasantly curled in Ryo’s arms watching B-rated horror movies he might have been there. Would have been there to sway Kusano into better judgement, would have happily played the nagging angel on his shoulder. No, while all this happened he was loosing himself in a sea of endless kisses, feeling love inflate his chest like a balloon, threatening to burst if he managed even an ounce more of bliss.
Ryo could not understand Koyama’s feelings.
Anger, he had responded with anger to Koyama’s withdrawal. He’d shouted, letting out all the pent up emotions he’d been hiding since he let something bad happen to Uchi. Soon doubts came to the surface, and insults were hurled at each other with just as much intent to harm as Ryo’s fist landing on Koyama’s cheek. He’d thrown a book at the other man, angry tears chasing them both around the house as they shouted.
That had been four days ago.
His cheek was still bruised, an ugly dark mark on his fair skin. He avoided looking in the mirror because the mark brought to the surface the feelings of shock and betrayal as his head snapped to the side eyes blurring from hot tears. Ryo’s look of horror quickly fading to something unreadable.
No one was going to eat the tomatoes- he should just throw them out.
Hiding in Shige’s house had worked, no one saw him. He told no one about the bruise- Shige hadn’t bought his story about falling out of bed on the first day. Nor had it worked on the second day. So on the third day while drowning in a carton of French Vanilla ice cream he exposed his freshly bleeding heart to Shige. Anger, this time from Shige, against Ryo for being such a jerk, against Koyama for never telling him that they were together.
It had been a forbidden flower blossoming in a secret garden.
They affair had begun long ago, two who it seemed were as distant as planets gravitating to each other- craving the touch of finger tips and the hush of lips. On mutual agreement they told no one, keeping the whirlwind of passion behind a closed and locked apartment door. It’s just how they were, no need for a big show- to flaunt their relationship lest something happen, something like this.
Here he was looking at the broken ornament on the floor, the book laying face down cover spread like the wings of a broken bird.
Taking a deep breath he decided first he would throw out the tomatoes, then he could get on with his life. After all it wasn’t as bad as reading Chinese lessons.
It was tomatoes.
…
How time flies when you’re heart feels like ground hamburger…
…
Not even years could dull the memories and he’d long ago given up trying. Still the time seemed to have distorted his memory of how beautiful Koyama really was. The television, the magazines, despite the lights and make-up could not do justice to a truly amazing person.
He still had the power to make his heart skip a beat.
They sat far away from each other, as far as the seating arrangements would allow. Still he felt the invisible tug, the pressure behind his eyes and the crying of that small voice in his mind that told him- a love like this only happens once. He toyed with the idea that Koyama could feel it too, but he was –not looking.
Uchi squeezed his hand under the table.
He sent the other a small grateful smile; he couldn’t put into words how much he had missed not being able to spend time with the younger man. It felt like a piece of him had been returned, like his shadow had come back, fallen into place like it was never gone. Still it wasn’t a shadow’s place to be brighter, happier and generally more approachable then the man who cast it. Spending time in Osaka had been nice. Not being worked to the bone had also been nice.
Koyama really looked stunning in his street clothes, looking like he had just rolled out of bed.
Licking his dry lips he took a long drink from the water bottle offered by the supervisors. It had been a long wait. From when Uchi was suspended till now, he wondered if it had been him personally if he would have survived it at all. From the fateful day they told them that NewS would be taking a break of sorts until now, and from that day. The day of the argument, he’d been a mess and he knew it. Like a train crash everything that could go wrong went wrong at once, blowing up in his face like a cruel joke.
He’d dared to be happy.
Life was not meant to be happy; he had read the message loud and clear in Koyama’s eyes as he was knocked aside by a well-aimed punch to his jaw. Ryo’s hand had hurt for the next week, that’s why he didn’t call. He didn’t say sorry, because his hand hurt too much to dial the phone.
It hadn’t hurt too much to pop the tab on an ocean of beer.
He figured it wasn’t Koyama who leaked the story, it was probably Shige –prat. At first his mood swings had been written off by his band mates as his unique form of male PMS. The moment they began to tiptoe around him, suddenly not even talking about what they heard in the morning –news- they knew. They could see the weight of the depression, the guilt, and the anger that bore down on him as he forced himself to dance until he had it more then perfect because that’s all he could do. They would treat him like a stick of dynamite, liable to go boom without thought to bystanders.
Slowly his world began to spin again.
Koyama was a memory. A painful one. But a memory, and he got on with his life. He sung, he danced, he went out with his friends. He learned to deal with the cold half of his bed.
…
Was it my fault?…
…
Then tension between them was so thick he was choking on it. It tasted bad, leaving a lingering taste in his mouth like biting into a rotten fruit expecting it to be sweet and finding nothing but decay. He was happy to be back, he missed the lights, he missed the flash of a camera bulb, he missed the fans and he missed his band mates.
He would have liked nothing more then to leap on the table and punch Ryo.
See how he liked it, and only because Ryo deserved it and he knew Koyama wouldn’t do it himself. Koyama was strong like that; he wouldn’t fall for any of Ryo’s petty tricks or his childishness. Still that didn’t stop the tension.
News spreads fast among them.
Like a droplet in a puddle the rumour spread through them, leaving disturbances in its wake. No one knew they were even dating let alone what would force them apart so violently. As if materializing from their hunger for gossip a story slowly emerged. Two boys, oldest of their group, one with infinite patience and wisdom, golden hair and beautiful eyes, the other dark as his companion was light, foul attitude and a terrible temper.
Forced apart by a stupid mistake.
It was his mistake. No one said it out loud but he was left alone long enough to put the pieces together. A puzzle slowly forming in his mind, he was the piece that read ‘Kusano’ that did not fit the place he needed to be. Slowly the pieces fell apart, some clinging to each other never wanting to break apart –Tego and Massu came to mind. When he broke the puzzle the pieces Ryo and Koyama slipped apart, bending and twisting each other as they tried to get away.
It was his fault that one day by chance Koyama had begun to cry.
Koyama was a man who would never cry. On that day the damn broke and he sobbed, clinging like a child to Shige’s chest soaking his shirt. Kusano had stood near, awkwardly trying to think of something to fix this. Some sort of emotional band-aid to put on this. It was too little too late, so he patted Koyama’s back stiffly, scared by the flow of emotion from a man he had worship as if cast in stone.
He repeated a name softly over and over.
Ryo, he missed Ryo, he wanted Ryo and there was nothing either of them would do.
So they drown him in ice cream. Maybe the sugar would heal.
…
He’s my sun and so suddenly he’s gone so dim…
…
He wondered what this would all mean on Ryo’s fragile state of mind. Not that the older man would ever admit it, but that was Uchi’s job. He would swell with pride when Ryo would smile at him; sink into the floor when Ryo would become upset. The sun rose and set with Ryo Nishikido. Taking care of Ryo had become second nature to him, every action came with the thought –how would Ryo like this?
He could live like that, like a leech attached to Ryo’s life.
They were inseparable like that; he was as part of Ryo as Ryo was a part of him. Then like a limb severed he was gone. In a half remembered night that changed his life for the next year he lost what he held so dear. He could still call and it wasn’t as if Ryo died, but still he wasn’t –there- and that’s what really hurt. Spending his time pinning away for his dark knight.
Little did he know Ryo had found his own sun.
The news had come as a slap in the face. In hindsight it all became so clear, Ryo’s absence, his distance. His sudden fascination with shopping trips to Tokyo. Long ago Uchi had connected himself to the web that was their internal gossip. Hubbed at one end by Kame’s mobile, and at the other by Masaki, and in between Shige who had the biggest news to share.
Ryo and Koyama, it made perfect sense.
They were the picture perfect couple once people stopped to look at it. None of the glam and fake smiles that Jin and Kame had offered the word, none of the twisted sadism hiding behind the innocent faces that the pentagon of Arashi’s love life represented. No, only the best for those two. A storybook love, pure and simple, all smiles and gumdrop kisses.
They even looked good together.
Koyama’s body was long and thin. Nothing disgusting like Uchi’s but graceful. He could move like the very air if he wanted to, hips swivelling to an imagined beat. A perfect tan and golden hair that was soft to the touch unlike so many bleach jobs. But he was flawed, he had to be. That’s why they fell apart. Uchi spent many sleepless nights thinking about it, obsessing about it –because really, it’s not like he had anything better to do.
Koyama was broken.
Some where inside his pretty little head was the flaw that broke them. Because it couldn’t have been Ryo. Ryo was god, Ryo was perfection. From the beauty marks on his face, to the way his eyes dropped so slightly at the sides, so deep and alluring. Those eyes promised unbridled passion, if only you knew the right password.
Uchi spent many a year looking for that very word.
Only to find that the word was none other then Koyama. The knowledge burned inside him. He felt the need to fix Ryo, to put him back up on his pedestal, but Ryo was wallowing in his loss. For once Uchi was unsure of how to make it better.
…
It’s like going through kindergarten all over again…
…
He was a man who had seen the pearls of this oyster-world. He had been to exotic places, listened to people speak in strange tongues. Hell, he’d had a hot threesome with two Thai brothers. If that did not make him a man of the world he was unsure of what would.
They were acting awfully immature about the whole thing.
Well aware of the rumours, the backroom chitchat. Observing the two in question from the safety of his sunglasses he had to bite back a sigh. Koyama was looking out the window, and Ryo was looking at his water. Massu was giving a worried look to Tegoshi, who passed it on to Shige. Shige and Kusano flanked their oldest like guards, and Uchi sat obediently next to Ryo.
Everyone wanted to know, they wanted the answers.
Answers that neither Ryo nor Koyama seemed all to keen to give. In fact they looked like they would be happy pretending the elephant wasn’t in the room, slowly suffocating them all to death with its presence. YamaPi would not stand for that.
If they were going to mess with NewS, they were going to mess with him.
He didn’t really care what they did on their free time –unless it was kinky and he was allowed to watch but that was another topic entirely. When it started to mess up the group dynamics –what little there had been, but his mind glossed over that little fact easily- was when he got involved.
He ignored the nagging voices in his head.
The tiny ones that told him if he had cared earlier everything might not have flown to pieces the way it had. It took that and a pair of the cutest lips and eyes he’d ever met to teach him that. They thought him of a kind of solidarity he could only dream of, the ties of blood between them had awed him and made him fall to his knees. If only he could obtain something so pure and so beautiful like that.
Snow wasn’t easy to catch it would melt in his hands if he wasn’t careful.
He needed to make things right. He needed to be able to have a net there to catch him, a group where he could be at peace. Then maybe, he could teach them of the world too.
And hot threesomes with cute Thai boys.
Pairing: Keiishikido
Title: A Tomato by Any Other Name Would Taste Just as Bad
Rating: R
Chapter: 1/?
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.
…
When you give everything to him you also give him the power to hurt you…
…
It was no secret that the only thing Koyama hated more then reading Chinese was tomatoes. Horrid things those, masquerading as a vegetable, taught skin hiding an inside that was not unlike chewing on mummified flesh.
How he hated tomatoes.
Casting a baleful eye at the bowl of red –fruit- on the counter he setting the shopping bag down. For a moment he thought about them, untouched for the past four days. Likely to go untouched until they began to rot and he was forced to dispose of them.
Ryo liked tomatoes.
Indeed he remembered strolling languidly down the aisles of the grocer with Ryo in tow, bickering pleasantly over what to buy. Their cart was filled with a mix of Koyama’s favourite’s and Ryo’s rather –incompatible- choice in food. Still he could not think of a time he had been happier, so this is what the meaning of domestic bliss. Living with someone you know before you go to reach for the box that he’s going to object.
He had bought the tomatoes.
Threatening that if Koyama behaved naughty he would throw them at him. The horror struck look on Koyama’s face had caused him to double over laughing so hard he could feel tears trying to slip from his eyes. They had bickered, even as Ryo began to prod the fruit looking for some ripe ones to bring home –he liked them with salt.
Yes that had been nice.
Not like the fight that threatened to shake his very world from it’s axis. Not so long after Kusano was suspended, things had gotten tense, when NewS disbanded they were forced to work with the distance between them. It began to grow, a weed in a garden of content- growing and pushing the emotional distance between them to match the physical distance.
He was distraught, so sure that this could somehow be blamed on him.
Kusano was his friend, his junior, and his fucking responsibility. Had he not rushed off to his home to spend the night pleasantly curled in Ryo’s arms watching B-rated horror movies he might have been there. Would have been there to sway Kusano into better judgement, would have happily played the nagging angel on his shoulder. No, while all this happened he was loosing himself in a sea of endless kisses, feeling love inflate his chest like a balloon, threatening to burst if he managed even an ounce more of bliss.
Ryo could not understand Koyama’s feelings.
Anger, he had responded with anger to Koyama’s withdrawal. He’d shouted, letting out all the pent up emotions he’d been hiding since he let something bad happen to Uchi. Soon doubts came to the surface, and insults were hurled at each other with just as much intent to harm as Ryo’s fist landing on Koyama’s cheek. He’d thrown a book at the other man, angry tears chasing them both around the house as they shouted.
That had been four days ago.
His cheek was still bruised, an ugly dark mark on his fair skin. He avoided looking in the mirror because the mark brought to the surface the feelings of shock and betrayal as his head snapped to the side eyes blurring from hot tears. Ryo’s look of horror quickly fading to something unreadable.
No one was going to eat the tomatoes- he should just throw them out.
Hiding in Shige’s house had worked, no one saw him. He told no one about the bruise- Shige hadn’t bought his story about falling out of bed on the first day. Nor had it worked on the second day. So on the third day while drowning in a carton of French Vanilla ice cream he exposed his freshly bleeding heart to Shige. Anger, this time from Shige, against Ryo for being such a jerk, against Koyama for never telling him that they were together.
It had been a forbidden flower blossoming in a secret garden.
They affair had begun long ago, two who it seemed were as distant as planets gravitating to each other- craving the touch of finger tips and the hush of lips. On mutual agreement they told no one, keeping the whirlwind of passion behind a closed and locked apartment door. It’s just how they were, no need for a big show- to flaunt their relationship lest something happen, something like this.
Here he was looking at the broken ornament on the floor, the book laying face down cover spread like the wings of a broken bird.
Taking a deep breath he decided first he would throw out the tomatoes, then he could get on with his life. After all it wasn’t as bad as reading Chinese lessons.
It was tomatoes.
…
How time flies when you’re heart feels like ground hamburger…
…
Not even years could dull the memories and he’d long ago given up trying. Still the time seemed to have distorted his memory of how beautiful Koyama really was. The television, the magazines, despite the lights and make-up could not do justice to a truly amazing person.
He still had the power to make his heart skip a beat.
They sat far away from each other, as far as the seating arrangements would allow. Still he felt the invisible tug, the pressure behind his eyes and the crying of that small voice in his mind that told him- a love like this only happens once. He toyed with the idea that Koyama could feel it too, but he was –not looking.
Uchi squeezed his hand under the table.
He sent the other a small grateful smile; he couldn’t put into words how much he had missed not being able to spend time with the younger man. It felt like a piece of him had been returned, like his shadow had come back, fallen into place like it was never gone. Still it wasn’t a shadow’s place to be brighter, happier and generally more approachable then the man who cast it. Spending time in Osaka had been nice. Not being worked to the bone had also been nice.
Koyama really looked stunning in his street clothes, looking like he had just rolled out of bed.
Licking his dry lips he took a long drink from the water bottle offered by the supervisors. It had been a long wait. From when Uchi was suspended till now, he wondered if it had been him personally if he would have survived it at all. From the fateful day they told them that NewS would be taking a break of sorts until now, and from that day. The day of the argument, he’d been a mess and he knew it. Like a train crash everything that could go wrong went wrong at once, blowing up in his face like a cruel joke.
He’d dared to be happy.
Life was not meant to be happy; he had read the message loud and clear in Koyama’s eyes as he was knocked aside by a well-aimed punch to his jaw. Ryo’s hand had hurt for the next week, that’s why he didn’t call. He didn’t say sorry, because his hand hurt too much to dial the phone.
It hadn’t hurt too much to pop the tab on an ocean of beer.
He figured it wasn’t Koyama who leaked the story, it was probably Shige –prat. At first his mood swings had been written off by his band mates as his unique form of male PMS. The moment they began to tiptoe around him, suddenly not even talking about what they heard in the morning –news- they knew. They could see the weight of the depression, the guilt, and the anger that bore down on him as he forced himself to dance until he had it more then perfect because that’s all he could do. They would treat him like a stick of dynamite, liable to go boom without thought to bystanders.
Slowly his world began to spin again.
Koyama was a memory. A painful one. But a memory, and he got on with his life. He sung, he danced, he went out with his friends. He learned to deal with the cold half of his bed.
…
Was it my fault?…
…
Then tension between them was so thick he was choking on it. It tasted bad, leaving a lingering taste in his mouth like biting into a rotten fruit expecting it to be sweet and finding nothing but decay. He was happy to be back, he missed the lights, he missed the flash of a camera bulb, he missed the fans and he missed his band mates.
He would have liked nothing more then to leap on the table and punch Ryo.
See how he liked it, and only because Ryo deserved it and he knew Koyama wouldn’t do it himself. Koyama was strong like that; he wouldn’t fall for any of Ryo’s petty tricks or his childishness. Still that didn’t stop the tension.
News spreads fast among them.
Like a droplet in a puddle the rumour spread through them, leaving disturbances in its wake. No one knew they were even dating let alone what would force them apart so violently. As if materializing from their hunger for gossip a story slowly emerged. Two boys, oldest of their group, one with infinite patience and wisdom, golden hair and beautiful eyes, the other dark as his companion was light, foul attitude and a terrible temper.
Forced apart by a stupid mistake.
It was his mistake. No one said it out loud but he was left alone long enough to put the pieces together. A puzzle slowly forming in his mind, he was the piece that read ‘Kusano’ that did not fit the place he needed to be. Slowly the pieces fell apart, some clinging to each other never wanting to break apart –Tego and Massu came to mind. When he broke the puzzle the pieces Ryo and Koyama slipped apart, bending and twisting each other as they tried to get away.
It was his fault that one day by chance Koyama had begun to cry.
Koyama was a man who would never cry. On that day the damn broke and he sobbed, clinging like a child to Shige’s chest soaking his shirt. Kusano had stood near, awkwardly trying to think of something to fix this. Some sort of emotional band-aid to put on this. It was too little too late, so he patted Koyama’s back stiffly, scared by the flow of emotion from a man he had worship as if cast in stone.
He repeated a name softly over and over.
Ryo, he missed Ryo, he wanted Ryo and there was nothing either of them would do.
So they drown him in ice cream. Maybe the sugar would heal.
…
He’s my sun and so suddenly he’s gone so dim…
…
He wondered what this would all mean on Ryo’s fragile state of mind. Not that the older man would ever admit it, but that was Uchi’s job. He would swell with pride when Ryo would smile at him; sink into the floor when Ryo would become upset. The sun rose and set with Ryo Nishikido. Taking care of Ryo had become second nature to him, every action came with the thought –how would Ryo like this?
He could live like that, like a leech attached to Ryo’s life.
They were inseparable like that; he was as part of Ryo as Ryo was a part of him. Then like a limb severed he was gone. In a half remembered night that changed his life for the next year he lost what he held so dear. He could still call and it wasn’t as if Ryo died, but still he wasn’t –there- and that’s what really hurt. Spending his time pinning away for his dark knight.
Little did he know Ryo had found his own sun.
The news had come as a slap in the face. In hindsight it all became so clear, Ryo’s absence, his distance. His sudden fascination with shopping trips to Tokyo. Long ago Uchi had connected himself to the web that was their internal gossip. Hubbed at one end by Kame’s mobile, and at the other by Masaki, and in between Shige who had the biggest news to share.
Ryo and Koyama, it made perfect sense.
They were the picture perfect couple once people stopped to look at it. None of the glam and fake smiles that Jin and Kame had offered the word, none of the twisted sadism hiding behind the innocent faces that the pentagon of Arashi’s love life represented. No, only the best for those two. A storybook love, pure and simple, all smiles and gumdrop kisses.
They even looked good together.
Koyama’s body was long and thin. Nothing disgusting like Uchi’s but graceful. He could move like the very air if he wanted to, hips swivelling to an imagined beat. A perfect tan and golden hair that was soft to the touch unlike so many bleach jobs. But he was flawed, he had to be. That’s why they fell apart. Uchi spent many sleepless nights thinking about it, obsessing about it –because really, it’s not like he had anything better to do.
Koyama was broken.
Some where inside his pretty little head was the flaw that broke them. Because it couldn’t have been Ryo. Ryo was god, Ryo was perfection. From the beauty marks on his face, to the way his eyes dropped so slightly at the sides, so deep and alluring. Those eyes promised unbridled passion, if only you knew the right password.
Uchi spent many a year looking for that very word.
Only to find that the word was none other then Koyama. The knowledge burned inside him. He felt the need to fix Ryo, to put him back up on his pedestal, but Ryo was wallowing in his loss. For once Uchi was unsure of how to make it better.
…
It’s like going through kindergarten all over again…
…
He was a man who had seen the pearls of this oyster-world. He had been to exotic places, listened to people speak in strange tongues. Hell, he’d had a hot threesome with two Thai brothers. If that did not make him a man of the world he was unsure of what would.
They were acting awfully immature about the whole thing.
Well aware of the rumours, the backroom chitchat. Observing the two in question from the safety of his sunglasses he had to bite back a sigh. Koyama was looking out the window, and Ryo was looking at his water. Massu was giving a worried look to Tegoshi, who passed it on to Shige. Shige and Kusano flanked their oldest like guards, and Uchi sat obediently next to Ryo.
Everyone wanted to know, they wanted the answers.
Answers that neither Ryo nor Koyama seemed all to keen to give. In fact they looked like they would be happy pretending the elephant wasn’t in the room, slowly suffocating them all to death with its presence. YamaPi would not stand for that.
If they were going to mess with NewS, they were going to mess with him.
He didn’t really care what they did on their free time –unless it was kinky and he was allowed to watch but that was another topic entirely. When it started to mess up the group dynamics –what little there had been, but his mind glossed over that little fact easily- was when he got involved.
He ignored the nagging voices in his head.
The tiny ones that told him if he had cared earlier everything might not have flown to pieces the way it had. It took that and a pair of the cutest lips and eyes he’d ever met to teach him that. They thought him of a kind of solidarity he could only dream of, the ties of blood between them had awed him and made him fall to his knees. If only he could obtain something so pure and so beautiful like that.
Snow wasn’t easy to catch it would melt in his hands if he wasn’t careful.
He needed to make things right. He needed to be able to have a net there to catch him, a group where he could be at peace. Then maybe, he could teach them of the world too.
And hot threesomes with cute Thai boys.
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Date: 2007-01-14 09:06 pm (UTC)keep up the great work.
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Date: 2007-01-14 11:11 pm (UTC)I'll try to keep it consistant, thank you for commenting~
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Date: 2007-01-14 09:20 pm (UTC)How you set the scene, how everyone adds their own part... Also, the flow is very nice.
You are amazing. I'm definately going to keep my eye on this, so I hope you don't mind if I add you :)
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Date: 2007-01-14 11:13 pm (UTC)Thanks, such a sweet comment.
When I get around to signing in to fix up some things I'll add you back.
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Date: 2007-01-14 10:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-14 11:18 pm (UTC)Oh, it amused me to put the genre as Angst/Humor 8D how many times in my life have I ever been able to say that?
Hmmm... how about this, I'm not going to put out my next chapter until you've put out yours (I finished it eariler today). We could sort of to say collaborate?
Mou, do you have MSN? ^^; if you don't mind I'd like to talk with you? You seem nice and I like friends 8D
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Date: 2007-01-14 11:22 pm (UTC)I added you on LJ as well. =D
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Date: 2007-01-14 11:32 pm (UTC)Just beautiful. Keiishikido is one of my most favorite pairings.
They were the picture perfect couple once people stopped to look at it. None of the glam and fake smiles that Jin and Kame had offered the word, none of the twisted sadism hiding behind the innocent faces that the pentagon of Arashi’s love life represented. No, only the best for those two. A storybook love, pure and simple, all smiles and gumdrop kisses.
They even looked good together.
Koyama’s body was long and thin. Nothing disgusting like Uchi’s but graceful. He could move like the very air if he wanted to, hips swivelling to an imagined beat. A perfect tan and golden hair that was soft to the touch unlike so many bleach jobs. But he was flawed, he had to be. That’s why they fell apart. Uchi spent many sleepless nights thinking about it, obsessing about it –because really, it’s not like he had anything better to do.
Koyama was broken.
Some where inside his pretty little head was the flaw that broke them. Because it couldn’t have been Ryo. Ryo was god, Ryo was perfection. From the beauty marks on his face, to the way his eyes dropped so slightly at the sides, so deep and alluring. Those eyes promised unbridled passion, if only you knew the right password.
Oh my god this is one of my favorite parts, just the way you describe how compatible they are together is so...shiny and perfect.
This is exactly how I would describe they look. Beautiful.
Please continue! This story is very well wrought and deep, I would like to see where it goes!
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Date: 2007-01-15 12:13 am (UTC)KoyaRyo is shiny and perfect **squee**
I'd like to say I could consistantly keep this level of writing, but I'm not sure if I can...
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Date: 2007-01-15 01:57 am (UTC)\(^o^)/
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Date: 2007-01-15 12:52 am (UTC)i love how you wrote from different point of views and the whole fic just flows so naturally
the touch of humour was nice too
update soon coz keiishikido is pretty
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Date: 2007-01-15 04:05 am (UTC)Eee, thank you. Sweetness~
That they are, that they are.
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Date: 2007-01-15 02:16 am (UTC)Stories about Kusano and Uchi's mistake always concentrated on them but never on how it affect other people in the group.
It's interesting to read about a pairing in the group which no one knew and now is torn apart by the incident. And this is affecting the group when they now whole again.
I can't wait to see what happens next.
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Date: 2007-01-15 04:06 am (UTC)Fun happy fics
Which this is not what!?I've had this idea for ages and ages... tried to write it twice too
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Date: 2007-01-15 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-15 08:52 pm (UTC)but it was a good laugh....plus It sounds like yamapi...
I HATE TOMATOS!!!!
I like how the story was made with different POVs....
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Date: 2007-01-16 06:03 pm (UTC)Evil thing.
THANKS!
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Date: 2007-01-16 10:42 am (UTC)multichapter! *cheers*
Ah, CONGRATS CONGRATS, this is a WONDERFUL TERRIFIC way to start!! *applauds* Keep it up! Can't wait to see teh nxt chapter!
I was so immersed!! YAY
Ah, anyway, some parts made me narrow my eyes
They were the picture perfect couple once people stopped to look at it. None of the glam and fake smiles that Jin and Kame had offered the word, none of the twisted sadism hiding behind the innocent faces that the pentagon of Arashi’s love life represented. No, only the best for those two. A storybook love, pure and simple, all smiles and gumdrop kisses.
And then LAUGH. HAHAHA! I like your description alot, even if I may disagree with theArashi part but ah, thats just me XD I findit really amusing and cute though
And I simply love the rest of your descriptions! YAY ftw (:
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Date: 2007-01-16 06:05 pm (UTC)Everytime I write Arashi they always end up being angst fest and I was like 'AHH!' @_@
Thanks again for the comment!
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Date: 2007-02-21 01:10 am (UTC)I love your grasp?use?creation?perfection of metaphor