NEWS - [Fanfiction] Lunch for Three..?
Ok, so it's been a while... sorry...
I HAVE been writting, quite a lot in fact, just never finishing anything... O.O
BUT after starting this, a good month ago, i had another look at it last night and decided to leave it as a one-shot rather than make it a multi-chapter. Laziness? ... mebeh... ¬¬
OK! So here we have my second NEWS fic... and FIRST KAT-TUN one... =O My first crossover!!! >.< YAY
Oh, and it's kinda un-beta'd... gomen... laziness strikes again!! >.<
Title: Lunch for Three..?
Rating: G
Characters: Masuda Takahisa (NEWS) Ueda Tatsuya (KAT-TUN) and Nakamaru Yuichi (KAT-TUN)
Pairing: UeMass? (if you wish it ^^)
Chapters: One-shot
Word Count: 988
Summary: Nakamaru find's himself in a pickle, when he double books to meet up with both Ueda and Massu. How can he possibly talk his way out of this one? Maybe Massu and Ueda don't really mind, all that much ^^
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Lunch for Three..?
His eyes closed in irritation, Ueda pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh. He couldn’t believe Nakamaru had double booked on him. Nevertheless, not even mentioning that fact until he was at lunch with not only said double-booker but also, the other, double-bookee.
Nakamaru stirred his coffee slowly, his eyes alert as he felt the uncomfortable silence weight down upon their table.
“I said I was sorry…” He pleaded, trying to meet both their eyes, but failing on Ueda so moving on to the other. “I really am, I just kinda… forgot, I’d told you both the same day…”
“You should have said something, I would have stayed home.” Ueda breathed opening his eyes to look down at Nakamaru who was slumped forward in his seat.
“… Ueda” Maru groaned, Ueda truly had a way of making him feel guilty, just by a look.
“I wouldn’t have minded, if you’d just told me you already had plans…” The other admitted, raising his shoulders and dropping them innocently.
“I’m sorry Masuda…” When Massu only took a sip of his hot chocolate in response, Nakamaru sat up straight. “Besides, I didn’t think either of you would mind that much…” He tapped his fingers on the wooden table “I mean, you know each other. And as far as I know, you don’t hate each other… Wait do you hate each other?”
Ueda and Massu shared an equally shocked glance.
“No…” They both defended.
“We don’t hate each other!” Massu added. “We just don’t talk often I guess…” Ueda nodded in agreement. It’s not that they hadn’t been given many chances in the past to talk and become closer, it was just both had the opinion that they were too different to hold up a conversation, Massu being so happy and full of blinding sunshine, while Ueda was quieter and mildly monotone. Neither felt inclined to talk, and both were prone to bringing out the awkwardness in any situation. Thus, there meetings were bound for disaster.
“Well this is the perfect chance then!” Maru cheered, clasping his hands together in front of him proudly. Ueda raised an eyebrow, concluding that Nakamaru had been spending far too much time with Koyama recently, his insistent need for everyone to get along was getting annoying. But before Ueda had a chance to voice his opinion, Maru’s phone began to squeak at an annoyingly high frequency.
Nakamaru jumped slightly, before reaching into his pocket and checking the caller Id.
“I’d better take this…” He said with and apologetic smile, getting up and stepping outside the café.
Both Massu and Ueda watched the other leave in silence. Before quickly returning their attention back to the table, Ueda’s eyes fixating on his coffee and Massu had found a sudden interest in the napkin Ueda had folded into the shape of a crane earlier.
“Do you like origami…?” Massu asked hoping to break the uncomfortable silence. Ueda’s eyes shifted to the crane.
“No” He stated dully, stirring his coffee. “It’s just one of those thing’s I remember from school” Masuda picked up the paper bird gently. Ueda watched Massu’s hand’s play with the origami intently.
“Well, you’re good…” Massu said with a blinding smile, one that Ueda discovered was more than a little contagious, and he found himself smiling back.
“Thankyou” Ueda wasn’t quite sure what else to say to that. Lucky for him, Massu continued with a heavy sigh.
“I was really looking forward to shopping today…” He frowned, Ueda looked thoughtful briefly before perking up with a mischievous smirk.
“There’s nothing to say you still can’t go shopping” Ueda urged. Massu tilted his head, and looked to the window where Nakamaru was speaking animatedly on his phone.
“But I’m angry with him.” He pouted, his eyebrows coming together in emphasis.
“You and me both…” Ueda grumbled under his breath, and lent forward with his elbows resting on the table top. “I could always do with a new set of sun glasses…” He hinted as subtly as he could manage. Masuda’s fixation on the figure outside was broken and brought back to the other at the table.
Ueda noted the longer than needed silence between them as Massu contemplated what had just been said, a blank expression across his features.
“… back exit?” Massu gestured with his thumb to the back door, a bright smile growing on his lips. Ueda smirked once more, and stood with a nod.
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Nakamaru hung his head in shame, as he was blasted from the other end of the phone line. Apparently, not only had he forgotten his catch up’s with both Ueda and Masuda, but he had also forgotten that he had promised his mum he would meet his sisters for lunch.
Nakamaru cursed himself for not bothering to actually use the personal organiser she had bought him for Christmas the previous year, because it was times like this that she liked to bring up the many reasons and occasions that forced her to buy it for him in the first place.
Wrapping up the conversation, with a with the fake static of a gum wrapper and an abrupt ‘I’m losing reception -crackle- I'll call you back later… -crackle-‘ , he released a heavy sigh.
He should have felt bad for hanging up on his mother, but that woman could lecture the wool of a sheep, and frankly after his morning, he was not in the mood for it.
Shoving his phone deep into his pocket, as if to damn it there for all eternity, Nakamaru stepped back into the café cautiously. Hesitantly expecting two pairs of angry eyes, but was more than a little shocked to receive none.
He sat down at the now, empty table, confused. For a split second, the thought of calling his mum back popped into his head.
Shrugging it off, he ordered lunch for one.