Life is better with Boys Love Manga
So, there was a post about Japan's new law against violence, sex, crime and homosexuality in manga. I feared for my Yaoi manga, I really did. Although my fears have been put to rest, I would still like to take a moment to demonstrate, using our dear Nakamaru, the wonders of boys love manga.
Title: Life is better with Boys Love Manga
Author: cease11
Pairing: Nakame
Rating: PG
Beta: pinkeuphoria1
Disclaimer: Boys do not belong to me
In the not too distant future, Nakamaru’s innocent and well-meaning attempt at group-bonding will result in him sitting on top of the toilet seat with his face in his hands because his band mates will be recalling old Kinki choreography with an added rule that every time someone messes up, an article of clothing would be removed and theatrically tossed across the room. This will make Nakamaru afraid to go back to the private room booked especially for this occasion and he will sit on the toilet seat for at least half an hour, thinking sadly about all the mango sago juice he had ordered that would surely go to waste until he overhears two men outside his cubicle complain about women and their strange tastes and about finding boys love manga in their girlfriends’ rooms and why would men want to get naked together anyway? Nakamaru will repeat the question to himself and realise that he in fact does not know the answer and he will spend the next two days looking it up on the internet because he is the oldest member in a band that likes to get naked with each other and he has the responsibility to find out why. He will not find the answer, but Nakamaru will instead find a five page definition of fujoshi with various links and historical background commentary and then he will discover that the majority of those links will lead to specific manga with covers depicting boys sprawled out against each other. He will recognise straight away that the poses were not too different to some of their previous magazine shoots and then Nakamaru will spend weeks reading boys love manga because it was his duty as the oldest in the group to understand these things and rationalise the members’ behaviour. He will learn about doki doki feelings and pinning long haired men against walls and about blushes and protests that are silenced by kisses. Some time later, Nakamaru will start to stare at his bandmates and imagine longing glances and fingers that barely brush against each other and when Ueda loses his balance and Koki steadies him, Nakamaru will stare at Koki’s hands on Ueda’s waist and he will almost be able to hear the dialogue in his ears: ‘Th..Thank you,’ Ueda stuttered out, staring at the floor, his hair falling over his eyes. ‘Just watch where you’re going.’ Koki’s voice is dismissive but his eyes are soft and his hand rested on Ueda’s waist for a little longer than necessary. And then while shooting their next promotional video Kame will try to pretend-kiss again, except Nakamaru will be too busy thinking about kisses in the rain and teary confessions that he will forget to move back when his instincts tell him to, and Kame, not excepting this, will not stop leaning forward in time and their lips will mash against each other and Nakamaru will have a moment of enlightenment where he will realise with a start that the mangas were true: his heart really does go doki doki. Then Kame will pull him into a random closet and mess up his costume and then they will somehow end up at Kame’s apartment that night on the sofa that was too large for his living room and Nakamaru, in a moment of post-coital daze, will ask Kame about boys kissing and getting naked together. Kame will laugh and say something about fanservice and being drunk and show Nakamaru the fanservice-popularity ratio diagram in his little black book and Nakamaru will throw a shoe at his hair and storm out of the apartment and return to his manga because men were better in 2D.
Title: Life is better with Boys Love Manga
Author: cease11
Pairing: Nakame
Rating: PG
Beta: pinkeuphoria1
Disclaimer: Boys do not belong to me
In the not too distant future, Nakamaru’s innocent and well-meaning attempt at group-bonding will result in him sitting on top of the toilet seat with his face in his hands because his band mates will be recalling old Kinki choreography with an added rule that every time someone messes up, an article of clothing would be removed and theatrically tossed across the room. This will make Nakamaru afraid to go back to the private room booked especially for this occasion and he will sit on the toilet seat for at least half an hour, thinking sadly about all the mango sago juice he had ordered that would surely go to waste until he overhears two men outside his cubicle complain about women and their strange tastes and about finding boys love manga in their girlfriends’ rooms and why would men want to get naked together anyway? Nakamaru will repeat the question to himself and realise that he in fact does not know the answer and he will spend the next two days looking it up on the internet because he is the oldest member in a band that likes to get naked with each other and he has the responsibility to find out why. He will not find the answer, but Nakamaru will instead find a five page definition of fujoshi with various links and historical background commentary and then he will discover that the majority of those links will lead to specific manga with covers depicting boys sprawled out against each other. He will recognise straight away that the poses were not too different to some of their previous magazine shoots and then Nakamaru will spend weeks reading boys love manga because it was his duty as the oldest in the group to understand these things and rationalise the members’ behaviour. He will learn about doki doki feelings and pinning long haired men against walls and about blushes and protests that are silenced by kisses. Some time later, Nakamaru will start to stare at his bandmates and imagine longing glances and fingers that barely brush against each other and when Ueda loses his balance and Koki steadies him, Nakamaru will stare at Koki’s hands on Ueda’s waist and he will almost be able to hear the dialogue in his ears: ‘Th..Thank you,’ Ueda stuttered out, staring at the floor, his hair falling over his eyes. ‘Just watch where you’re going.’ Koki’s voice is dismissive but his eyes are soft and his hand rested on Ueda’s waist for a little longer than necessary. And then while shooting their next promotional video Kame will try to pretend-kiss again, except Nakamaru will be too busy thinking about kisses in the rain and teary confessions that he will forget to move back when his instincts tell him to, and Kame, not excepting this, will not stop leaning forward in time and their lips will mash against each other and Nakamaru will have a moment of enlightenment where he will realise with a start that the mangas were true: his heart really does go doki doki. Then Kame will pull him into a random closet and mess up his costume and then they will somehow end up at Kame’s apartment that night on the sofa that was too large for his living room and Nakamaru, in a moment of post-coital daze, will ask Kame about boys kissing and getting naked together. Kame will laugh and say something about fanservice and being drunk and show Nakamaru the fanservice-popularity ratio diagram in his little black book and Nakamaru will throw a shoe at his hair and storm out of the apartment and return to his manga because men were better in 2D.