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Title: Untitled 1
Rating: G
Genre: drabble, fluff
Pairing: it be Junda (again)
Ueda sighed heavily as he eyed the other in the corner of the sofa. The sounds of Taguchi's PSP were distracting him and he couldn't concentrate on the article in National Geographic. The occasional shouts "Die!" that came from the taller guy's mouth didn't help either. Ueda sighed again and left the magazine on the nearby table. Then jumped on the other man, snatching the annoying machine away from his hands. "Tat-chan~!" Junno pouted when the sounds of his character's death were heard. "I didn't save!". To this Ueda just snorted. "It won't take you more than two hours to reach that level again." Junno smiled smugly and then rose up to kiss the other's lips. Ueda felt the previous vexation wash away. The silence, the subtle smell of Junno's cologne, the feeling of his hands making small circles on his back were bringing him a strange feeling of serenity. "What were you reading about?" Taguchi asked in a quiet voice, as if trying to prolong the peaceful moment. "The chemistry of kisses" Ueda smiled and eased into the other's arms.
Title: Untitled 2
Rating: G
Genre: drabble, angst
Pairing: None
Summary: One of the members' POV.
I absent-mindedly watch the trees speeding by me. They really are hardly recognizable as trees, reduced to nothing but colorful shadows. It reminds me of the view from stage... I know there are thousands of screaming people there. But I don't see them. I see the blinding lights. I see the colorful mass. I don't recognize anything. Not the uchiwas, not the occasional sign proclaiming undying love for one of us. And it's better that way. I don't want to feel the expectant looks, don't want to see the hungry eyes, don't want to acknowledge the hands reaching for me. Of course, when I do, there's a part of me which enjoys the ego boost, but at the same time some other part, a part more reasonable, less vain, feels sick with all this attention. With the fact that without knowing us these people judge our words, actions and relationships and act as if we must obediently take all that. Why? Because we are idols. Really, when you think about it, the definition of "idol" is an embodiment of some godly creature. I never wished for this when I entered JE. But then again, I couldn't imagine it being like this as a child.
The forest is not as thick here, the green of the trees looks transparent and behind it the blue of the sea is visible. It looks calm, but the dark clouds over it promise a storm. And yes, the first lightning strikes somewhere near the horizon.
Rating: G
Genre: drabble, fluff
Pairing: it be Junda (again)
Ueda sighed heavily as he eyed the other in the corner of the sofa. The sounds of Taguchi's PSP were distracting him and he couldn't concentrate on the article in National Geographic. The occasional shouts "Die!" that came from the taller guy's mouth didn't help either. Ueda sighed again and left the magazine on the nearby table. Then jumped on the other man, snatching the annoying machine away from his hands. "Tat-chan~!" Junno pouted when the sounds of his character's death were heard. "I didn't save!". To this Ueda just snorted. "It won't take you more than two hours to reach that level again." Junno smiled smugly and then rose up to kiss the other's lips. Ueda felt the previous vexation wash away. The silence, the subtle smell of Junno's cologne, the feeling of his hands making small circles on his back were bringing him a strange feeling of serenity. "What were you reading about?" Taguchi asked in a quiet voice, as if trying to prolong the peaceful moment. "The chemistry of kisses" Ueda smiled and eased into the other's arms.
Title: Untitled 2
Rating: G
Genre: drabble, angst
Pairing: None
Summary: One of the members' POV.
I absent-mindedly watch the trees speeding by me. They really are hardly recognizable as trees, reduced to nothing but colorful shadows. It reminds me of the view from stage... I know there are thousands of screaming people there. But I don't see them. I see the blinding lights. I see the colorful mass. I don't recognize anything. Not the uchiwas, not the occasional sign proclaiming undying love for one of us. And it's better that way. I don't want to feel the expectant looks, don't want to see the hungry eyes, don't want to acknowledge the hands reaching for me. Of course, when I do, there's a part of me which enjoys the ego boost, but at the same time some other part, a part more reasonable, less vain, feels sick with all this attention. With the fact that without knowing us these people judge our words, actions and relationships and act as if we must obediently take all that. Why? Because we are idols. Really, when you think about it, the definition of "idol" is an embodiment of some godly creature. I never wished for this when I entered JE. But then again, I couldn't imagine it being like this as a child.
The forest is not as thick here, the green of the trees looks transparent and behind it the blue of the sea is visible. It looks calm, but the dark clouds over it promise a storm. And yes, the first lightning strikes somewhere near the horizon.