L'amour de Ma Vie (chapter 1/?)
Title: L'amour de Ma Vie (chapter 1/?)
Author: keeconk
Characters: HikaInoo, Yamabu, Ariyama
Rating: PG-13
Gender: Romance, Angst, Fluff
Disclaimer: I own the universe.
Summary: Very little they knew how their life would end up. Very little they knew that every single one of them were somehow related with one another, let it be being bandmates, friends, housemates, or lover. But one thing that they did know. And that one thing was something that people often refer as 'the love of my life'.
A.N.: Unbeta'ed. AU setting. Each pairing has their own story, but all of the characters are somewhat related.
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It was how it was supposed to be, Inoo believed. Maybe things were just never meant to be, Inoo believed. Maybe, just maybe, staring from across the room was the furthest he could go. And if giving the right to leave and leaving him alone at the end of the alley was how it was destined to be. It was still a glimpse of love for him. It was still, somehow, love. And that was what Inoo wrote as a lyric.
“That was beautiful, Inoo-chan!” Yuto sobbed by the side of the keyboard, pretty much wiping his tears with Keito’s handkerchief. Keito wasn’t even sure how Yuto found his handkerchief.
“As expected from Inoo. He knows best when it comes to love song!” Yabu nodded in agreement.
“The piano arrangement was the bomb, I don’t think we need to change anything. Although maybe we need to modify it a little bit once we added the rest of the instrument in,” commented Hikaru. “What about the title?”
“We’ll think about that bit later,” Yabu rolled his eyes at Hikaru.
Inoo just smiled. It felt really warm and soothing that the rest of the band loved his lyric. As the keyboardist, he often got to do the arrangement more than anything else. Yabu, Keito or Hikaru would be the one that take care of the song most of the time. It wasn’t so surprising of course. Yabu and Keito were really skilful with their guitar, and Hikaru was a strong bassist for the band. Of course, that’s leaving Yuto as the mood maker and the drummer.
It was his first time contributing to the song directly. Hikaru had been bugging everyone to help him with his new song’s lyric, but he wasn’t satisfied enough with what they had came out it. And then, just like that, Inoo tried to write it himself, putting all his feelings into it.
Being a musician for almost his entire life, the twenty-two years old Inoo Kei didn’t hope much from his life. He just wanted to make good music, together with his band of course. Inoo still wasn’t sure how they could get along well with each other. They had different personalities and background. But maybe it was all because they had one dream. Tokyo Dome. That was what brought them together. They vowed to be able to have a big grant concert there.
“About the song’s title….” Hikaru mumbled when the two of them were on their way to the train station.
“What about it?” asked Inoo.
“Have you thought of it? I feel uneasy not naming it just yet,” the younger guy sounded somehow uncomfortable.
“Actually, I kind of did think of the title,” Inoo grinned.
“You did?”
“Yeah~.”
“Huaaa! Awesomeness! Tell me! Tell me!” Hikaru hopped closer to Inoo in excitement.
“I’m planning on titling it as Untitled~.”
Hikaru spontaneously threw a dumbfounded stare at Inoo. The latter could only laugh at the younger guy’s reaction. Really, it was just too funny for him each time he managed to make Hikaru reacted with his famous dumbfounded expression. “You’re gotta be kidding me, right?!” Hikaru gave Inoo a soft whack on the head.
“Well, it’s a title.”
“Oh come on, how many songs around with Untitled as their title already?! Lots of them!” complained Hikaru.
“Yeah yeah yeah. I know. I wasn’t going to use that title for real, for god sake, Hikaru. I was thinking of letting you to give it a title.”
“Eh?”
“Since the melody still belongs to you, not me,” Inoo grinned.
Hikaru smiled.
“Neah~. I lied. I’d give the title myself~,” Inoo added soon after.
Another whack landed harshly on Inoo’s head. Well, Inoo pretty much only laughed at his bandmate. It was definitely amusing to see Hikaru that way. It was what he liked best from the younger person after all. His dorkiness and coolness were definitely something that attracted Inoo’s attention, but his innocent side was definitely his favourite. And he would lie if he said he wasn’t interested in Hikaru. He had fallen for the other guy since long ago. He had fallen quite hard for him.
They separated once they reached the train station because their platforms were different. And like always, Inoo would take a minute, standing still at where they separated. He did nothing, but watching Hikaru’s back as the younger guy left. He had been thinking, would he have the courage to at least make a move at Hikaru? Or would Hikaru at least notice that the way Inoo looked at him was different from the way he looked at the rest of his bandmates? Inoo could never answer that, simply because he never had the courage when it came to love.
“What are you doing here?” asked Inoo when he found Daiki at his flat, watching the TV as if it was his own flat.
Daiki just grinned as he gave Inoo that one look that Inoo understood really well. Inoo could only sigh. As Inoo’s bestfriend, Daiki had helped the other guy a lot. They’ve been close since they were in junior highschool, and finding Daiki in his flat each time he was home wasn’t something out of the norm. The two of them were really close. They talked about their private life with each other all the time, and they believed that it was simply because of the other’s presence that they could keep their insanity in place.
“Can you try to get laid with whoever lives in the share house you are staying at instead of coming to my place each time you get horny?” Inoo rolled his eyes.
“Well, for your information, I don’t just sleep with anyone,” Daiki replied back, with a frown.
“Get yourself a boyfriend, then.”
“Oh~, look at who’s talking?! You can tell me to get a boyfriend once you told Hikaru that you like him,” Daiki retorted.
Inoo threw the socks that he put off when he entered his flat to Daiki. The latter just chuckled, throwing the socks away as he stood up. Daiki grabbed Inoo on the hand before then dragging the older guy to his room. “Come on faster~. I told Takaki to pick me up right at midnight.”
“I bottom. Because I’m lazy and tired,” stated Inoo.
Daiki turned his head with a pout on his mouth. “But I topped last week!”
“Okay okay. Fine. I’ll top,” Inoo gave in. “Why do you need to get laid so suddenly anyway? We just did it last week.”
“Nothing. Just some spoiled brat at work ruined my mood for the rest of the night. I don’t want to go to sleep feeling annoyed,” Daiki grinned.
So yeah, Inoo and Daiki were that close. They would call themselves bestfriends if anyone asked about their relationship. But they both realised that they weren’t just bestfriends, they were friends with benefits.
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There were times when Yabu didn’t understand how his relationship had ended up being a little cold like that. Everything seemed to be normal. They still lived together, made breakfast for each other, took turns at doing the laundry; so yeah, everything seemed to be pretty normal. But after some time, Yabu realised, that maybe, just maybe, Shoon had chose his career over his lover.
Despite all the normal routines that they would have around the house, Yabu rarely saw Shoon. They never actually went out for a date anymore, or just simply watched the TV together. Shoon was either busy reading his new case’s documents or having meetings with his juniors that just became lawyers in the firm he was working at. Yabu sometimes felt that Shoon always put his career as a lawyer first above anything else.
Just like any other night, Yabu would go back to an empty apartment. Everything would just as neat as when he left that morning. The kitchen was too clean for the lack of usage, the small cushions on the sofa didn’t move even an inch, and their bed was remained untouched.
As far as Yabu could remember, Shoon had been coming home when he was sleeping. He wasn’t a light sleeper, but he always managed to notice it when Shoon got back. It was always late, really late that he would be greeted by the silence of the night and Shoon’s tired movement as he crawled to the bed. He got worried sometimes, of course; especially if Shoon got two very obvious dark circles under his eyes the next morning. But really, he couldn’t really do anything about it because they’d promised each other not to interfere with the other’s career.
“Well, I guess it would be just you and me again for dinner,” Yabu mumbled as he turned on his TV and sat by the coffee table before it.
Yabu had lost count how many times he bought bento from the convenient store for his dinner. He had lost count how many times that one LCD TV in their living room had accompanied him during dinner. Kind of sad, he admitted. But it had been ages since Shoon dreamt of becoming the head of his department. To actually confronted the older guy when he finally managed to become one was kind of wearisome.
“Tadaima…” a voice was heard from the front door.
That was weird, thought Yabu. Was it Shoon?! Wasn’t it kind of early for him to be home? Yabu put down his chopstick as he stood up. If it was indeed Shoon, it would be kind of awkward because Yabu didn’t buy anything for Shoon at all. He could only hope that they had enough food supply in their fridge to make the older guy’s dinner.
“You’re home?! That’s rare,” Yabu blinked when he got to their front door.
“Yeah. Our opponent decided to close the case off because apparently we managed to see through their tactic. Gosh, corporate cases are always stupid and complicated. I don’t even believe that my client is actually that clean either,” said Shoon as he sighed.
“I didn’t make any dinner. Sorry. I thought you were going to be late.”
Shoon turned his head to Yabu. There was a long pause but eventually the other guy smiled. He patted Yabu’s shoulder gently and quickly made his way to their room. “I can always order a take out or something. What I need now is a warm shower,” he said at the end.
“Do you want me to call delivery service for you?” asked Yabu, somehow felt guilty that Shoon had to order some food.
“Sure. Thank you,” the other guy replied with another smile.
“Do you want anything in particular?”
“Sushi sounds tempting. Large portion, please,” the latter replied.
Nodding at Shoon’s request, Yabu made his way to their house phone and stared at the board on the wall, trying to find the Sushi delivery number. Takaki, a friend of his, and Hikaru often told him once that sometimes he acted as if he was the housewife in that household. At times, Yabu indeed found himself taking care of Shoon like a wife would do to her husband. Not that Shoon demanded him to though. Even sometimes Shoon told him to just chill and let the older take care of himself. It was just that he felt that it was natural for him to do so. As well as it felt natural not to confront Shoon about his busy schedule. It felt so natural just to keep quiet and patiently waiting for the latter to get back home.
Once he was done with the ordering, Yabu went back to their room and waited for Shoon to finish his shower. It had become some sort of habit to take Shoon’s clothes from the drawer and put it neatly on the bed so that the older guy could quickly put the pyjamas on once he finished showering. He would automatically grab Shoon’s dirty clothes as well, putting them on the laundry basket.
Yet it was a little different that night. Although it was just like any other normal night when Shoon got back home early, there was something different. Yabu noticed something just right before he threw it to the basket. All he did was staring at the light blue shirt that he was holding, pretty clutching tightly the soft cotton fabric.
There was a lipstick stain on Shoon’s shirt.
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“Yamada-kun!! Don’t do that! Oh, God. Stop!! We need to give the outfit back to the stylist. He has been waiting for you,” Yamada’s manager literally had to run around the whole floor just to catch that idol.
Sticking his tongue out, the famous actor and singer sprinted to the floor receptionist desk. He was grinning, feeling the victory of winning the little ‘race’ with his manager. Just like always, he believed that there was nothing that could stop him. That he could get whatever he wanted. He earned it after all. The fame and his success. And no one, no one would stop him from doing anything he wanted.
“Cut it out, freak,” a hard whack from a writing board landed nicely on Yamada’s head before he even managed to reach the receptionist desk.
“Itaiiiii!!!!” he yelped in pain. “What the bloody hell was that for?!” Yamada grunted at the person who just whacked him.
“Well, this is not playground, so running around like a spoiled kid is not acceptable. Beside, you should return that outfit to the stylist. Don’t you feel sorry for your manager? He’s too old to run around chasing after you,” he explained.
“But you don’t have to hit me! You’re just an AD! A freaking assistant director, nothing more! And I’m the great Yamada Ryosuke,” Yamada glared at him.
“So? You want to get me fired? Go ahead and report me. I know you don’t have the guts to do it. Sissy,” the AD just looked back at him, unamused. “It’s not worth my time talking to you. I shall go back now because unlike you, the oh-god-so-famous-idol, I have to work my ass off since morning to make a living,” he waved his hand as he turned around, leaving an annoyed Yamada behind.
That was it, thought Yamada. He hated him. He hated him with all his might! Every single recording that they had had always ended up that way. No one dared to step up to him but that one freaking short AD. He didn’t understand why that guy thought he could scold him, the great Yamada, as if it was nobody’s business.
Huffing, Yamada walked back to his dressing room with a pout on his lips. Why on earth did that guy just have to show up each time he was having fun?! Why he just had to criticise him for being spoiled?! It was his right to be spoiled! That AD had no idea that being an idol wasn’t all about bright, shiny, expensive outfit. Did he even know that learning how to dance and act wasn’t that easy?!
“Freaking Arioka Daiki. I wish someone fired him right away!” he complained.
“I can try to speak to the producer,” suggested his manager.
The young idol went quiet for a while as he sat down in front of his mirror. His manager was right, he could try to tell the producer about his stupid AD’s behaviour. Really, he almost said yes to his manager about the suggestion because he simply couldn’t stand Daiki’s ignorance at all.
“No. Don’t,” he said at the end. “It’s not worth the effort. The drama is almost finished anyway. After all this I wouldn’t have see his face anymore,” replied Yamada.
Yeah, five more weeks and he wouldn’t have to get annoyed on the shooting studio anymore. Although deep down he knew that the probability of him seeing Daiki was actually really big. First of all, his agency seemed to love this TV station where Daiki was working at. Second, Daiki wasn’t just an AD for his drama. Sometimes he met the older guy at some talk shows or variety shows as well.
He hated him, but he didn’t seem to be able to shove that person away from his eyes. Not that he couldn’t, he just.. well, just like what Daiki said before, somehow didn’t have the guts to do it.
Walking lazily to where the van driver said he would waiting for him once he finished changing, Yamada didn’t fail to notice Daiki’s presence at the building’s entrance. It was as if his eyes would just automatically scan through his surrounding in alert; and ready to buzz off when this ‘dangerous creature’ was being detected.
“You again. What are you doing here?” Daiki rolled his eyes.
“Well, what are you doing here?” he replied back furiously.
“Brat.”
“As if you are not.”
“Well, I’m twenty one years old, so I’m not exactly a kid. Thus calling me a brat wouldn’t be proper at all,” Daiki smirked evilly at Yamada.
“What kind of logic is that?!”
“Commoners’ logic. I guess someone like you wouldn’t understand,” he replied flatly. Grunting silently, Yamada took out his phone and asked his manager why the van wasn’t there yet (occasionally turned his head to Daiki and glared at the other guy, of course only to be glared back).
Just when Yamada finished complaining to his poor manager, someone with a black leather jacket and a sport motorbike stopped right before them. He stared at the newcomer as if it was the rarest thing to see such an awesome biker in Tokyo. The bike was definitely one of those awesome Yamaha’s product and the red paint on it was just damn extravagant.
“You’re late,” Daiki crossed his arms against his chest as he rolled his eyes at the newcomer who was taking out his helmet.
“Sorry, Dai-chan. I was playing Guitar Hero with Chii and Ryutaro,” he grinned.
“Gosh, Takaki. How old are you?! Aren’t you too old to play X-box?!”
“Oh come on. You play it all the time too. Come on. Let’s go back,” replied that Takaki guy. He got down from the bike to open the seat and took out a helmet from the seat storage
“No. I’m going to Inoo-chan’s place. Pick me up later by midnight, okay?” said Daiki as he took the extra helmet.
“I’m not your servant,” Takaki pouted.
“You made me wait because of some stupid X-box,” Daiki whacked Takaki’s head lightly.
Yamada’s upper lip twitched when Daiki whacked Takaki’s head. It seemed that he realised that he wasn’t the only one on earth that got hit on the head by the short, chubby cheeked guy. “Wow, what a way to treat your boyfriend, AD-san,” teased Yamada. At least now he had something to talk bad about.
Daiki pretty much ignored Yamada’s comment and put the helmet on. Hopping to Takaki’s back seat, the AD turned his head to Yamada and stared at him with an expressionless face. “He’s my housemate, not my boyfriend. I need to bend his mind so that he would prefer balls than boobs to make him my boyfriend. And please, mind your own business.”
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Because someone asked me for a HikaInoo fic! (you know who you are, :P). And just like always, my mind is kind of twisted (thank god, in a good way) that suddenly I feel that I need to make a multi-chap for it. When I was brainstorming, I kind of ended up having three pairings for this multi-chap. I hope you notice that those three pairings are the MAIN pairings. So the story would evolve around them.
Do let me know what you think of it. I hope it's good enough. And critiques are welcomed as well. It helps me grow :)
And oh. I'm looking for a beta'er. Because I'm TOO lazy to check for mistakes most of the time :D. Just pm me if you are interested. There's only one requirement, fluent English.
Author: keeconk
Characters: HikaInoo, Yamabu, Ariyama
Rating: PG-13
Gender: Romance, Angst, Fluff
Disclaimer: I own the universe.
Summary: Very little they knew how their life would end up. Very little they knew that every single one of them were somehow related with one another, let it be being bandmates, friends, housemates, or lover. But one thing that they did know. And that one thing was something that people often refer as 'the love of my life'.
A.N.: Unbeta'ed. AU setting. Each pairing has their own story, but all of the characters are somewhat related.
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It was how it was supposed to be, Inoo believed. Maybe things were just never meant to be, Inoo believed. Maybe, just maybe, staring from across the room was the furthest he could go. And if giving the right to leave and leaving him alone at the end of the alley was how it was destined to be. It was still a glimpse of love for him. It was still, somehow, love. And that was what Inoo wrote as a lyric.
“That was beautiful, Inoo-chan!” Yuto sobbed by the side of the keyboard, pretty much wiping his tears with Keito’s handkerchief. Keito wasn’t even sure how Yuto found his handkerchief.
“As expected from Inoo. He knows best when it comes to love song!” Yabu nodded in agreement.
“The piano arrangement was the bomb, I don’t think we need to change anything. Although maybe we need to modify it a little bit once we added the rest of the instrument in,” commented Hikaru. “What about the title?”
“We’ll think about that bit later,” Yabu rolled his eyes at Hikaru.
Inoo just smiled. It felt really warm and soothing that the rest of the band loved his lyric. As the keyboardist, he often got to do the arrangement more than anything else. Yabu, Keito or Hikaru would be the one that take care of the song most of the time. It wasn’t so surprising of course. Yabu and Keito were really skilful with their guitar, and Hikaru was a strong bassist for the band. Of course, that’s leaving Yuto as the mood maker and the drummer.
It was his first time contributing to the song directly. Hikaru had been bugging everyone to help him with his new song’s lyric, but he wasn’t satisfied enough with what they had came out it. And then, just like that, Inoo tried to write it himself, putting all his feelings into it.
Being a musician for almost his entire life, the twenty-two years old Inoo Kei didn’t hope much from his life. He just wanted to make good music, together with his band of course. Inoo still wasn’t sure how they could get along well with each other. They had different personalities and background. But maybe it was all because they had one dream. Tokyo Dome. That was what brought them together. They vowed to be able to have a big grant concert there.
“About the song’s title….” Hikaru mumbled when the two of them were on their way to the train station.
“What about it?” asked Inoo.
“Have you thought of it? I feel uneasy not naming it just yet,” the younger guy sounded somehow uncomfortable.
“Actually, I kind of did think of the title,” Inoo grinned.
“You did?”
“Yeah~.”
“Huaaa! Awesomeness! Tell me! Tell me!” Hikaru hopped closer to Inoo in excitement.
“I’m planning on titling it as Untitled~.”
Hikaru spontaneously threw a dumbfounded stare at Inoo. The latter could only laugh at the younger guy’s reaction. Really, it was just too funny for him each time he managed to make Hikaru reacted with his famous dumbfounded expression. “You’re gotta be kidding me, right?!” Hikaru gave Inoo a soft whack on the head.
“Well, it’s a title.”
“Oh come on, how many songs around with Untitled as their title already?! Lots of them!” complained Hikaru.
“Yeah yeah yeah. I know. I wasn’t going to use that title for real, for god sake, Hikaru. I was thinking of letting you to give it a title.”
“Eh?”
“Since the melody still belongs to you, not me,” Inoo grinned.
Hikaru smiled.
“Neah~. I lied. I’d give the title myself~,” Inoo added soon after.
Another whack landed harshly on Inoo’s head. Well, Inoo pretty much only laughed at his bandmate. It was definitely amusing to see Hikaru that way. It was what he liked best from the younger person after all. His dorkiness and coolness were definitely something that attracted Inoo’s attention, but his innocent side was definitely his favourite. And he would lie if he said he wasn’t interested in Hikaru. He had fallen for the other guy since long ago. He had fallen quite hard for him.
They separated once they reached the train station because their platforms were different. And like always, Inoo would take a minute, standing still at where they separated. He did nothing, but watching Hikaru’s back as the younger guy left. He had been thinking, would he have the courage to at least make a move at Hikaru? Or would Hikaru at least notice that the way Inoo looked at him was different from the way he looked at the rest of his bandmates? Inoo could never answer that, simply because he never had the courage when it came to love.
“What are you doing here?” asked Inoo when he found Daiki at his flat, watching the TV as if it was his own flat.
Daiki just grinned as he gave Inoo that one look that Inoo understood really well. Inoo could only sigh. As Inoo’s bestfriend, Daiki had helped the other guy a lot. They’ve been close since they were in junior highschool, and finding Daiki in his flat each time he was home wasn’t something out of the norm. The two of them were really close. They talked about their private life with each other all the time, and they believed that it was simply because of the other’s presence that they could keep their insanity in place.
“Can you try to get laid with whoever lives in the share house you are staying at instead of coming to my place each time you get horny?” Inoo rolled his eyes.
“Well, for your information, I don’t just sleep with anyone,” Daiki replied back, with a frown.
“Get yourself a boyfriend, then.”
“Oh~, look at who’s talking?! You can tell me to get a boyfriend once you told Hikaru that you like him,” Daiki retorted.
Inoo threw the socks that he put off when he entered his flat to Daiki. The latter just chuckled, throwing the socks away as he stood up. Daiki grabbed Inoo on the hand before then dragging the older guy to his room. “Come on faster~. I told Takaki to pick me up right at midnight.”
“I bottom. Because I’m lazy and tired,” stated Inoo.
Daiki turned his head with a pout on his mouth. “But I topped last week!”
“Okay okay. Fine. I’ll top,” Inoo gave in. “Why do you need to get laid so suddenly anyway? We just did it last week.”
“Nothing. Just some spoiled brat at work ruined my mood for the rest of the night. I don’t want to go to sleep feeling annoyed,” Daiki grinned.
So yeah, Inoo and Daiki were that close. They would call themselves bestfriends if anyone asked about their relationship. But they both realised that they weren’t just bestfriends, they were friends with benefits.
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There were times when Yabu didn’t understand how his relationship had ended up being a little cold like that. Everything seemed to be normal. They still lived together, made breakfast for each other, took turns at doing the laundry; so yeah, everything seemed to be pretty normal. But after some time, Yabu realised, that maybe, just maybe, Shoon had chose his career over his lover.
Despite all the normal routines that they would have around the house, Yabu rarely saw Shoon. They never actually went out for a date anymore, or just simply watched the TV together. Shoon was either busy reading his new case’s documents or having meetings with his juniors that just became lawyers in the firm he was working at. Yabu sometimes felt that Shoon always put his career as a lawyer first above anything else.
Just like any other night, Yabu would go back to an empty apartment. Everything would just as neat as when he left that morning. The kitchen was too clean for the lack of usage, the small cushions on the sofa didn’t move even an inch, and their bed was remained untouched.
As far as Yabu could remember, Shoon had been coming home when he was sleeping. He wasn’t a light sleeper, but he always managed to notice it when Shoon got back. It was always late, really late that he would be greeted by the silence of the night and Shoon’s tired movement as he crawled to the bed. He got worried sometimes, of course; especially if Shoon got two very obvious dark circles under his eyes the next morning. But really, he couldn’t really do anything about it because they’d promised each other not to interfere with the other’s career.
“Well, I guess it would be just you and me again for dinner,” Yabu mumbled as he turned on his TV and sat by the coffee table before it.
Yabu had lost count how many times he bought bento from the convenient store for his dinner. He had lost count how many times that one LCD TV in their living room had accompanied him during dinner. Kind of sad, he admitted. But it had been ages since Shoon dreamt of becoming the head of his department. To actually confronted the older guy when he finally managed to become one was kind of wearisome.
“Tadaima…” a voice was heard from the front door.
That was weird, thought Yabu. Was it Shoon?! Wasn’t it kind of early for him to be home? Yabu put down his chopstick as he stood up. If it was indeed Shoon, it would be kind of awkward because Yabu didn’t buy anything for Shoon at all. He could only hope that they had enough food supply in their fridge to make the older guy’s dinner.
“You’re home?! That’s rare,” Yabu blinked when he got to their front door.
“Yeah. Our opponent decided to close the case off because apparently we managed to see through their tactic. Gosh, corporate cases are always stupid and complicated. I don’t even believe that my client is actually that clean either,” said Shoon as he sighed.
“I didn’t make any dinner. Sorry. I thought you were going to be late.”
Shoon turned his head to Yabu. There was a long pause but eventually the other guy smiled. He patted Yabu’s shoulder gently and quickly made his way to their room. “I can always order a take out or something. What I need now is a warm shower,” he said at the end.
“Do you want me to call delivery service for you?” asked Yabu, somehow felt guilty that Shoon had to order some food.
“Sure. Thank you,” the other guy replied with another smile.
“Do you want anything in particular?”
“Sushi sounds tempting. Large portion, please,” the latter replied.
Nodding at Shoon’s request, Yabu made his way to their house phone and stared at the board on the wall, trying to find the Sushi delivery number. Takaki, a friend of his, and Hikaru often told him once that sometimes he acted as if he was the housewife in that household. At times, Yabu indeed found himself taking care of Shoon like a wife would do to her husband. Not that Shoon demanded him to though. Even sometimes Shoon told him to just chill and let the older take care of himself. It was just that he felt that it was natural for him to do so. As well as it felt natural not to confront Shoon about his busy schedule. It felt so natural just to keep quiet and patiently waiting for the latter to get back home.
Once he was done with the ordering, Yabu went back to their room and waited for Shoon to finish his shower. It had become some sort of habit to take Shoon’s clothes from the drawer and put it neatly on the bed so that the older guy could quickly put the pyjamas on once he finished showering. He would automatically grab Shoon’s dirty clothes as well, putting them on the laundry basket.
Yet it was a little different that night. Although it was just like any other normal night when Shoon got back home early, there was something different. Yabu noticed something just right before he threw it to the basket. All he did was staring at the light blue shirt that he was holding, pretty clutching tightly the soft cotton fabric.
There was a lipstick stain on Shoon’s shirt.
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“Yamada-kun!! Don’t do that! Oh, God. Stop!! We need to give the outfit back to the stylist. He has been waiting for you,” Yamada’s manager literally had to run around the whole floor just to catch that idol.
Sticking his tongue out, the famous actor and singer sprinted to the floor receptionist desk. He was grinning, feeling the victory of winning the little ‘race’ with his manager. Just like always, he believed that there was nothing that could stop him. That he could get whatever he wanted. He earned it after all. The fame and his success. And no one, no one would stop him from doing anything he wanted.
“Cut it out, freak,” a hard whack from a writing board landed nicely on Yamada’s head before he even managed to reach the receptionist desk.
“Itaiiiii!!!!” he yelped in pain. “What the bloody hell was that for?!” Yamada grunted at the person who just whacked him.
“Well, this is not playground, so running around like a spoiled kid is not acceptable. Beside, you should return that outfit to the stylist. Don’t you feel sorry for your manager? He’s too old to run around chasing after you,” he explained.
“But you don’t have to hit me! You’re just an AD! A freaking assistant director, nothing more! And I’m the great Yamada Ryosuke,” Yamada glared at him.
“So? You want to get me fired? Go ahead and report me. I know you don’t have the guts to do it. Sissy,” the AD just looked back at him, unamused. “It’s not worth my time talking to you. I shall go back now because unlike you, the oh-god-so-famous-idol, I have to work my ass off since morning to make a living,” he waved his hand as he turned around, leaving an annoyed Yamada behind.
That was it, thought Yamada. He hated him. He hated him with all his might! Every single recording that they had had always ended up that way. No one dared to step up to him but that one freaking short AD. He didn’t understand why that guy thought he could scold him, the great Yamada, as if it was nobody’s business.
Huffing, Yamada walked back to his dressing room with a pout on his lips. Why on earth did that guy just have to show up each time he was having fun?! Why he just had to criticise him for being spoiled?! It was his right to be spoiled! That AD had no idea that being an idol wasn’t all about bright, shiny, expensive outfit. Did he even know that learning how to dance and act wasn’t that easy?!
“Freaking Arioka Daiki. I wish someone fired him right away!” he complained.
“I can try to speak to the producer,” suggested his manager.
The young idol went quiet for a while as he sat down in front of his mirror. His manager was right, he could try to tell the producer about his stupid AD’s behaviour. Really, he almost said yes to his manager about the suggestion because he simply couldn’t stand Daiki’s ignorance at all.
“No. Don’t,” he said at the end. “It’s not worth the effort. The drama is almost finished anyway. After all this I wouldn’t have see his face anymore,” replied Yamada.
Yeah, five more weeks and he wouldn’t have to get annoyed on the shooting studio anymore. Although deep down he knew that the probability of him seeing Daiki was actually really big. First of all, his agency seemed to love this TV station where Daiki was working at. Second, Daiki wasn’t just an AD for his drama. Sometimes he met the older guy at some talk shows or variety shows as well.
He hated him, but he didn’t seem to be able to shove that person away from his eyes. Not that he couldn’t, he just.. well, just like what Daiki said before, somehow didn’t have the guts to do it.
Walking lazily to where the van driver said he would waiting for him once he finished changing, Yamada didn’t fail to notice Daiki’s presence at the building’s entrance. It was as if his eyes would just automatically scan through his surrounding in alert; and ready to buzz off when this ‘dangerous creature’ was being detected.
“You again. What are you doing here?” Daiki rolled his eyes.
“Well, what are you doing here?” he replied back furiously.
“Brat.”
“As if you are not.”
“Well, I’m twenty one years old, so I’m not exactly a kid. Thus calling me a brat wouldn’t be proper at all,” Daiki smirked evilly at Yamada.
“What kind of logic is that?!”
“Commoners’ logic. I guess someone like you wouldn’t understand,” he replied flatly. Grunting silently, Yamada took out his phone and asked his manager why the van wasn’t there yet (occasionally turned his head to Daiki and glared at the other guy, of course only to be glared back).
Just when Yamada finished complaining to his poor manager, someone with a black leather jacket and a sport motorbike stopped right before them. He stared at the newcomer as if it was the rarest thing to see such an awesome biker in Tokyo. The bike was definitely one of those awesome Yamaha’s product and the red paint on it was just damn extravagant.
“You’re late,” Daiki crossed his arms against his chest as he rolled his eyes at the newcomer who was taking out his helmet.
“Sorry, Dai-chan. I was playing Guitar Hero with Chii and Ryutaro,” he grinned.
“Gosh, Takaki. How old are you?! Aren’t you too old to play X-box?!”
“Oh come on. You play it all the time too. Come on. Let’s go back,” replied that Takaki guy. He got down from the bike to open the seat and took out a helmet from the seat storage
“No. I’m going to Inoo-chan’s place. Pick me up later by midnight, okay?” said Daiki as he took the extra helmet.
“I’m not your servant,” Takaki pouted.
“You made me wait because of some stupid X-box,” Daiki whacked Takaki’s head lightly.
Yamada’s upper lip twitched when Daiki whacked Takaki’s head. It seemed that he realised that he wasn’t the only one on earth that got hit on the head by the short, chubby cheeked guy. “Wow, what a way to treat your boyfriend, AD-san,” teased Yamada. At least now he had something to talk bad about.
Daiki pretty much ignored Yamada’s comment and put the helmet on. Hopping to Takaki’s back seat, the AD turned his head to Yamada and stared at him with an expressionless face. “He’s my housemate, not my boyfriend. I need to bend his mind so that he would prefer balls than boobs to make him my boyfriend. And please, mind your own business.”
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Because someone asked me for a HikaInoo fic! (you know who you are, :P). And just like always, my mind is kind of twisted (thank god, in a good way) that suddenly I feel that I need to make a multi-chap for it. When I was brainstorming, I kind of ended up having three pairings for this multi-chap. I hope you notice that those three pairings are the MAIN pairings. So the story would evolve around them.
Do let me know what you think of it. I hope it's good enough. And critiques are welcomed as well. It helps me grow :)
And oh. I'm looking for a beta'er. Because I'm TOO lazy to check for mistakes most of the time :D. Just pm me if you are interested. There's only one requirement, fluent English.