NEWS fan fiction; writing shuffle
Credits to http://honeymilk-tea.livejournal.com/ for the idea behind the writing shuffle.
Here's my version of that writing exercise. I didn't strictly follow the rules though, like not editing the entries. And the characters are take offs from the NEWS members. They are reinvented versions based on the song content. I'm sorry if I offend any fan.
How to Save a Life
The Fray
Shigeaki Kato looked at the play invitations in his hand. He had asked Koyama to give him two tickets to the butai to which the older lad had looked at him inquiringly, and then, grinned, asking whether he was bringing along a lady friend.
"We'll see," Kato had softly replied.
Kato looked at the spare ticket again, dribbling his fingers against the table top he sat by. Finally, with the resoluteness of one determined to escape haunting regrets, he flipped open his mobile and dialled a once familiar number.
Keiichiro stood at the theater entrance greeting guests. Distracted by an old acquaintance congratulating him on his second theatrical production, he did not notice Kato approach until the young man stood right in front of him.
"Kei."
"Kato," he exclaimed, surprised by the softness he detected in the other man's voice.
"Guess who's here."
From behind Kato peeked Kusano Hironori.
"It's been a long time, Kei," the young man said.
Somewhere Out There
Our Lady Peace
He hummed along to his strumming. He paused now and then to adjust the instrument's tuning. After a few tests he finally played the entire stanza the way he wanted the sound to come out. As he sang the last words, his husky voice faded out to the sound of crashing waves. He put down the guitar and looked out to sea.
The unused surf board lay on the sand beside him. Too many years had passed since its owner had gone, slipping out of the entertainment world in that quietly way he did most things.
But he escaped, he did. And now he was somewhere out there, in some beach, perhaps, living by the sea the way he had always wanted. Finally free.
And for that Ryo picked up the guitar and hummed a tune.
Unknown Track (I forgot to write the track down)
Keiichiro rolled in his bed and laughing, pulled her close, even as she struggled against his sure hands clasping her waist. Now securely in his arms, he rubbed her back and surreptitiously, shyly yet not without affection planted a soft kiss on her nape. The feline purred back.
Echo
Incubus
Kato looked at his watch. The shoot had lasted an hour longer as had been previously arranged. He clucked his disapproval, thinking of the few hours he now had left to himself. Meanwhile the PA system announced the prompt arrival of the shinkansen. He stepped in as the doors swung out.
A good half hour later after departing from the overloaded train, Kato opened the door to his bedroom and threw his workbag on his bed. Resignedly he loosened his tie and slumped in front of his desk. He picked up the pen left uncapped over the journal he had left lying open the night before. He sighed and held the pen firmly in his left hand, laboring over the first sentence of law school homework.
Head Over Feet
Alanis Morisette
She sat across from him in the staff room's lounge. She took the chance to look at him as he talked to his manager on the phone, his brow furrowed, dead serious. So, this was the public's Kei-chan. This man in front of her was not in the least the picture of a happy-go-lucky idol.
"Ah, gome," he said noticing her stare, hurriedly giving his manager last minute instructions.
"I'm sorry for wasting so much of your time," he said with a smile, his features relaxing, the tightness about him suddenly unraveling, the phone hurriedly tucked in his pockets out of plain sight.
"It's just been such a busy week. Going here and there," he tried to explain. "But anyway, where were we?"
"We were talking about this stanza," she replied.
"Ah yes, let me see..." he said leaving his seat and taking the place beside her on the couch. He gazed at the lyrics sheet with concentration. "Here this one," he said pointing out the line they had been discussing. "What do you think about changing the line..." he murmured on.
She nodded absently, her mind blank and heady with the smell of his body cologne.
Wonderwall
Oasis
"Ryo," she called helplessly. "I can't keep up. Don't walk so briskly," her small voice competing with the howling November wind.
"The paparazzi...," he growled.
Halting, she replied "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."
"Enough of that. Hurry! Walk faster."
She ran to keep up with his pace, the cold wind blowing against their slight figures, he wrapped in a fur-lined windbreaker, she wearing only a thin coat and a scarf against the cold. She tried her best to tuck her ungloved hands into her coat's tiny pockets.
The figure ahead of her slipped into a dingy noodle shop. She followed him inside.
"What is it?" he hissed after the proprietor had taken their orders. They sat by the low table across each other.
She was chilled. Her fingers felt stiff. "Ahmm..." she murmured, unable to stop a shiver from running through her body.
"Jesus Christ. Why'd you go out in that! Here," he said, taking off his windbreaker. She put it on and felt the lingering warmth of his body on the fabric, murmuring her thanks.
"Give me your hand," he commanded. He rubbed it and held it in his own with an irritated look on his face. "What the hell were you thinking?!"
"I'm sorry. I wasn't...I was just so shocked."
"What do you mean? Why call me out so suddenly? You agreed to meeting only twice a month."
"I, I...took a test. I..I'm pregnant."
"What?!"
Sliver
Nirvana
The staff around him were busy packing lighting fixtures and photography equipment. Masuda looked at the ice cream the crew had handed him for the shoot slowly melting in his hand. He made a face as the ice cream melted into a sticky syrup. It had become a runny liquid slowly dripping down the length of his forearm. He walked to the set kitchen, throwing the cone and its contents into the trash bin. So much for sweet innocent Massu, he thought to himself as he looked at the different ice cream colors mix into a discolored mess. He just hated color and sweets.
Waiting
Sum 41
Ryo paced beside the cinema's entrance. At times he would stop and look out to the streets, tapping an impatient foot, searching the faces of people walking towards the entrance.
He could not find the face he was looking for amongst the crowd even as he had repeatedly done this for the last hour. He would then curse under his breath and proceed with his pacing.
As he was about to cast another searching gaze, he saw the well-dressed Koyama sprinting towards the theater entrance, his brown hair slightly disheveled by the wind.
"Gome, gome," he said breathlessly, repeatedly bowing in apology to the younger man.
Ryo gave him a stern look. "You're late," he said as he whipped about and headed for the entrance doors.
Koyama sprinted after him, hearing clearly as he chased after Ryo's back, "Baka."
It's in the Way You Love Me
Shania Twain
Noriko was afraid she could not meet his eyes. How can you bid farewell to someone you wanted to stay? She kept her eyes averted.
"Noriko," Yuya murmured, lifting her chin towards him. Reluctantly, she raised her eyes towards his. He smiled at her, but she could see a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Thank you for everything."
She could only nod in response. His other hand fished for her hand and gave it a tight squeeze. Abruptly, he let go and dropped the hand that cradled her chin. He began to board the bus that would take him far away. She turned away, fearful of the tears that were welling up in her eyes.
"Noriko!" She heard him call out. She turned and saw him grin. "I will come see you again." He waved good bye and slipped in. The bus doors shut close behind him.
"You better," she whispered.
Shade
Silverchair
Tegoshi looked at himself reflected in the appearance corner. He looked at his wrist and saw the faint scar, a neat slit, that very few people knew was there. He looked at it and smiled bitterly at the Yuya who was looking at him through the mirror. He turned away and looked at his room bearing the posters of skulls and other mutilations. What was all this now? What was a rebellion to anyone who only knew him as Yuya Tegoshi who looked good in pink shirts and school girl uniforms? What was a rebellion that had to be kept secret otherwise the scandal could ruin the Jimusho? If once he had thought that entering the industry and wearing the mask of an idol could save him from his other face, the Yuya temporarily trapped in the appearance corner, now he felt that he himself was trapped inside the entertainer's mask. He wanted to break free.
He grabbed the soccer ball kept beneath his bed and dialed his manager's number to cancel all his appointments for the day.
Here's my version of that writing exercise. I didn't strictly follow the rules though, like not editing the entries. And the characters are take offs from the NEWS members. They are reinvented versions based on the song content. I'm sorry if I offend any fan.
How to Save a Life
The Fray
Shigeaki Kato looked at the play invitations in his hand. He had asked Koyama to give him two tickets to the butai to which the older lad had looked at him inquiringly, and then, grinned, asking whether he was bringing along a lady friend.
"We'll see," Kato had softly replied.
Kato looked at the spare ticket again, dribbling his fingers against the table top he sat by. Finally, with the resoluteness of one determined to escape haunting regrets, he flipped open his mobile and dialled a once familiar number.
Keiichiro stood at the theater entrance greeting guests. Distracted by an old acquaintance congratulating him on his second theatrical production, he did not notice Kato approach until the young man stood right in front of him.
"Kei."
"Kato," he exclaimed, surprised by the softness he detected in the other man's voice.
"Guess who's here."
From behind Kato peeked Kusano Hironori.
"It's been a long time, Kei," the young man said.
Somewhere Out There
Our Lady Peace
He hummed along to his strumming. He paused now and then to adjust the instrument's tuning. After a few tests he finally played the entire stanza the way he wanted the sound to come out. As he sang the last words, his husky voice faded out to the sound of crashing waves. He put down the guitar and looked out to sea.
The unused surf board lay on the sand beside him. Too many years had passed since its owner had gone, slipping out of the entertainment world in that quietly way he did most things.
But he escaped, he did. And now he was somewhere out there, in some beach, perhaps, living by the sea the way he had always wanted. Finally free.
And for that Ryo picked up the guitar and hummed a tune.
Unknown Track (I forgot to write the track down)
Keiichiro rolled in his bed and laughing, pulled her close, even as she struggled against his sure hands clasping her waist. Now securely in his arms, he rubbed her back and surreptitiously, shyly yet not without affection planted a soft kiss on her nape. The feline purred back.
Echo
Incubus
Kato looked at his watch. The shoot had lasted an hour longer as had been previously arranged. He clucked his disapproval, thinking of the few hours he now had left to himself. Meanwhile the PA system announced the prompt arrival of the shinkansen. He stepped in as the doors swung out.
A good half hour later after departing from the overloaded train, Kato opened the door to his bedroom and threw his workbag on his bed. Resignedly he loosened his tie and slumped in front of his desk. He picked up the pen left uncapped over the journal he had left lying open the night before. He sighed and held the pen firmly in his left hand, laboring over the first sentence of law school homework.
Head Over Feet
Alanis Morisette
She sat across from him in the staff room's lounge. She took the chance to look at him as he talked to his manager on the phone, his brow furrowed, dead serious. So, this was the public's Kei-chan. This man in front of her was not in the least the picture of a happy-go-lucky idol.
"Ah, gome," he said noticing her stare, hurriedly giving his manager last minute instructions.
"I'm sorry for wasting so much of your time," he said with a smile, his features relaxing, the tightness about him suddenly unraveling, the phone hurriedly tucked in his pockets out of plain sight.
"It's just been such a busy week. Going here and there," he tried to explain. "But anyway, where were we?"
"We were talking about this stanza," she replied.
"Ah yes, let me see..." he said leaving his seat and taking the place beside her on the couch. He gazed at the lyrics sheet with concentration. "Here this one," he said pointing out the line they had been discussing. "What do you think about changing the line..." he murmured on.
She nodded absently, her mind blank and heady with the smell of his body cologne.
Wonderwall
Oasis
"Ryo," she called helplessly. "I can't keep up. Don't walk so briskly," her small voice competing with the howling November wind.
"The paparazzi...," he growled.
Halting, she replied "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."
"Enough of that. Hurry! Walk faster."
She ran to keep up with his pace, the cold wind blowing against their slight figures, he wrapped in a fur-lined windbreaker, she wearing only a thin coat and a scarf against the cold. She tried her best to tuck her ungloved hands into her coat's tiny pockets.
The figure ahead of her slipped into a dingy noodle shop. She followed him inside.
"What is it?" he hissed after the proprietor had taken their orders. They sat by the low table across each other.
She was chilled. Her fingers felt stiff. "Ahmm..." she murmured, unable to stop a shiver from running through her body.
"Jesus Christ. Why'd you go out in that! Here," he said, taking off his windbreaker. She put it on and felt the lingering warmth of his body on the fabric, murmuring her thanks.
"Give me your hand," he commanded. He rubbed it and held it in his own with an irritated look on his face. "What the hell were you thinking?!"
"I'm sorry. I wasn't...I was just so shocked."
"What do you mean? Why call me out so suddenly? You agreed to meeting only twice a month."
"I, I...took a test. I..I'm pregnant."
"What?!"
Sliver
Nirvana
The staff around him were busy packing lighting fixtures and photography equipment. Masuda looked at the ice cream the crew had handed him for the shoot slowly melting in his hand. He made a face as the ice cream melted into a sticky syrup. It had become a runny liquid slowly dripping down the length of his forearm. He walked to the set kitchen, throwing the cone and its contents into the trash bin. So much for sweet innocent Massu, he thought to himself as he looked at the different ice cream colors mix into a discolored mess. He just hated color and sweets.
Waiting
Sum 41
Ryo paced beside the cinema's entrance. At times he would stop and look out to the streets, tapping an impatient foot, searching the faces of people walking towards the entrance.
He could not find the face he was looking for amongst the crowd even as he had repeatedly done this for the last hour. He would then curse under his breath and proceed with his pacing.
As he was about to cast another searching gaze, he saw the well-dressed Koyama sprinting towards the theater entrance, his brown hair slightly disheveled by the wind.
"Gome, gome," he said breathlessly, repeatedly bowing in apology to the younger man.
Ryo gave him a stern look. "You're late," he said as he whipped about and headed for the entrance doors.
Koyama sprinted after him, hearing clearly as he chased after Ryo's back, "Baka."
It's in the Way You Love Me
Shania Twain
Noriko was afraid she could not meet his eyes. How can you bid farewell to someone you wanted to stay? She kept her eyes averted.
"Noriko," Yuya murmured, lifting her chin towards him. Reluctantly, she raised her eyes towards his. He smiled at her, but she could see a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Thank you for everything."
She could only nod in response. His other hand fished for her hand and gave it a tight squeeze. Abruptly, he let go and dropped the hand that cradled her chin. He began to board the bus that would take him far away. She turned away, fearful of the tears that were welling up in her eyes.
"Noriko!" She heard him call out. She turned and saw him grin. "I will come see you again." He waved good bye and slipped in. The bus doors shut close behind him.
"You better," she whispered.
Shade
Silverchair
Tegoshi looked at himself reflected in the appearance corner. He looked at his wrist and saw the faint scar, a neat slit, that very few people knew was there. He looked at it and smiled bitterly at the Yuya who was looking at him through the mirror. He turned away and looked at his room bearing the posters of skulls and other mutilations. What was all this now? What was a rebellion to anyone who only knew him as Yuya Tegoshi who looked good in pink shirts and school girl uniforms? What was a rebellion that had to be kept secret otherwise the scandal could ruin the Jimusho? If once he had thought that entering the industry and wearing the mask of an idol could save him from his other face, the Yuya temporarily trapped in the appearance corner, now he felt that he himself was trapped inside the entertainer's mask. He wanted to break free.
He grabbed the soccer ball kept beneath his bed and dialed his manager's number to cancel all his appointments for the day.