[Fic] Lavender
Based on kalina_x's recent fic. What I would imagine after Naoki hugged Naoto.
Pairing: if you squint
Rating: G
Naoki sniffed at Naoto's hair.
"Naoto-san, you stink."
"Shut up. I'm in no mood- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! NAOKI PUT ME DOWN."
Gritting his teeth, Naoki bore the blows that the shorter man slung over his shoulder was raining on him and strode towards the bathroom. He dumped him unceremoniously inside the shower and ran the faucet. Wild and delirious, Naoto cursed and screamed, hitting him and calling him names as the taller man tried to strip him of his sweaty clothes.
"Naoto-san, please, you need a shower-"
"NO I DON'T WANT A BLOODY SHOWER. I WANT TO DROWN IN MY MISERY. GET OUT, OUT!"
"Naoto-san, you're part of Exile and now Sandaime J Soul Brothers. You're a leader-"
"I DON'T WANT to be a leader," Naoto snarled, wet clumps of hair clinging to his face. Shirtless, boxers and pants soaked to the skin, he bared his teeth at Naoki. "Why can't you be the only leader? Why does Sandaime J Soul Brothers need co-leaders?"
"Because, Hiro-san knows your potential, and he also needs someone to complement you, to make sure there's a solid pillar to hold everyone in place." Naoki grasped Naoto's face, turning it towards him. "Naoto-san, I know it's hard, but you've got to move on."
"How?! Tell me, how do I move on? I just got played for two years by that- by that- man," he spat "-after I threw everything into it. Do you seriously expect me to just brush it off like the past two years were nothing?"
"That's why I'm here, isn't it? To help you and share your burden." Naoki squeezed shampoo onto his hands and lathered them over Naoto's damp hair, raking fingers through the locks, massaging his scalp. The gesture was strangely soothing, almost cathartic, and soon Naoto began to quieten. "I'm real, Naoto-san. What you think of me isn't important. What's important, is that when you fall, you get up and move along. I've always admired that tenacity of yours, Naoto-san."
"Naoki...where were you in my life?" He clutched Naoki's wet shirt, buried his face into his chest. Such a broad chest, warm despite the cold, and full of affection for everyone. Naoki's love for Exile was genuine; he would love Sandaime J Soul Brothers, and all the members. But would he love a broken soul like Naoto?
"I've always been part of your life. Only, you didn't need me then."
Pairing: if you squint
Rating: G
Naoki sniffed at Naoto's hair.
"Naoto-san, you stink."
"Shut up. I'm in no mood- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! NAOKI PUT ME DOWN."
Gritting his teeth, Naoki bore the blows that the shorter man slung over his shoulder was raining on him and strode towards the bathroom. He dumped him unceremoniously inside the shower and ran the faucet. Wild and delirious, Naoto cursed and screamed, hitting him and calling him names as the taller man tried to strip him of his sweaty clothes.
"Naoto-san, please, you need a shower-"
"NO I DON'T WANT A BLOODY SHOWER. I WANT TO DROWN IN MY MISERY. GET OUT, OUT!"
"Naoto-san, you're part of Exile and now Sandaime J Soul Brothers. You're a leader-"
"I DON'T WANT to be a leader," Naoto snarled, wet clumps of hair clinging to his face. Shirtless, boxers and pants soaked to the skin, he bared his teeth at Naoki. "Why can't you be the only leader? Why does Sandaime J Soul Brothers need co-leaders?"
"Because, Hiro-san knows your potential, and he also needs someone to complement you, to make sure there's a solid pillar to hold everyone in place." Naoki grasped Naoto's face, turning it towards him. "Naoto-san, I know it's hard, but you've got to move on."
"How?! Tell me, how do I move on? I just got played for two years by that- by that- man," he spat "-after I threw everything into it. Do you seriously expect me to just brush it off like the past two years were nothing?"
"That's why I'm here, isn't it? To help you and share your burden." Naoki squeezed shampoo onto his hands and lathered them over Naoto's damp hair, raking fingers through the locks, massaging his scalp. The gesture was strangely soothing, almost cathartic, and soon Naoto began to quieten. "I'm real, Naoto-san. What you think of me isn't important. What's important, is that when you fall, you get up and move along. I've always admired that tenacity of yours, Naoto-san."
"Naoki...where were you in my life?" He clutched Naoki's wet shirt, buried his face into his chest. Such a broad chest, warm despite the cold, and full of affection for everyone. Naoki's love for Exile was genuine; he would love Sandaime J Soul Brothers, and all the members. But would he love a broken soul like Naoto?
"I've always been part of your life. Only, you didn't need me then."