fic. the only way I can describe you is with gratuitous expletives
title: the only way I can describe you is with gratuitous expletives
pairing: Yokoyama You/Ryo Nishikido
fandom: Kanjani8
rating: pg-13? Mostly for gratuitous expletives as aforementioned in the title
summary: Sometimes Ryo is really just a ten year old girl, but that's okay because Yoko is still just a ten year old boy.
Author's Notes: I'm not quite sure what this is. It's still unbearably rough, but I think this is the best I can do with it for the time being. Also, there are so many curse words in here! JEGUS. I don't even curse irl! I have never cursed before. This was my first time even typing curse words. what a bad influence you are, twinnie This was inspired by a conversation with one of my friends that I had had forever ago. ♥ She is my muse and I will always bend to her will like the jellyfish writer I am and she is wonderful.
"You know, you're kind of a dick." Yoko noted, shooting Ryo a blank look over his gaming magazine.
Ryo shrugged him off absently. "And you aren't?" He questioned back with a tang of venom in his voice. Yoko looked at him with disbelief, a slightly bemused smile displaying itself on his face.
"No, I'm not! I'm not the one always going around saying I'm the sexiest man in Osaka!" Yoko shot back. "I'm surprised I can even manage to fit in this room with you and your huge ego." He finished with unreasonable amounts of maturity; quickly making a face and darting his tongue out before continuing to read. Where was he? Ugh, something about downloadable content for Fall Out or something? His eyes traversed the page trying to find his spot.
Ryo watched him for a second with amusement before trying to launch another blow to Yoko's cool. "Well, at least I'm not the one always thinking I'm hot shit while I'm acting horrifically in my boring-ass dramas." Ryo quipped. And by the expression of masked borderline rage currently filling Yoko's face, he knew he had got him.
"I-. You-. My dramas are not boring!" He seethed, eyes flashing angrily. "You're just mad that I can actually act."
Ryo burst out laughing, clutching his side as if he had just heard the funniest joke ever told in the history of the world. As if this was the first time he had ever laughed and he was really just taking it for a spin when all of the sudden he crashed into a fucking laugh-a-palooza and massive chuckle fires were burning shit up faster than a California forest fire. "Ha! You think you can act? Let's compare how many views my roles have gotten in comparison to yours! Oh wait, the numbers are too high; let's quit while your behind. In short: get on my fucking level." His tone was calculating and frosty, eyes showing just how much his confidence was building up.
Yoko glared at him. "Listen here, SmallFry McShortAss." Ryo quickly shot him a dirty look. "The timeslots for my dramas have always been at the least popular times and you fucking know that. And forget acting! At least I don't look like a dumbass on every variety show we make a guest appearance on. It's called being entertaining, hun." Yoko coos complete with batted his eyes and pouting. "Learn it."
"Wow. Okay, all variety shows are dumb. Way to go for the most fake area of our career!" Ryo taunts with a ridiculously fake happy smile. "You're really losing this arguement right now. Just admit you're the bigger dick and maybe they'll finally let us out of here." A scowl has set itself upon Ryo's face as they both seem to finally remember why exactly they're even within breathing space of each other.
"First: Never. Second: Maybe you shouldn't have thrown my fucking PSP out the window in the first place! I wouldn't have had to try to burn your stupid pillow." Yoko screams, shooting an accusing look at Ryo who appears even more annoyed than before.
"Pillow? You fucking charbroiled my entire room. All of my shit. Ashes." Ryo grinds out. He had come home from a night out clubbing with Jin to find his entire room a horrible shade of black and grey. Needless to say, he had been all levels of pissed off.
"I didn't mean to burn everything, just a little hole in your special pillow case since I knew it was so precious and sacred to you." And for the most part Yoko does look pretty remorseful and he even has the decency to look a bit sad.
But regardless, Ryo had approximately three shirts and an old pair of jeans left. Not very many chicks dig the whole "I-smell-like-sweat-and-ash" thing that he currently had to try to rock. "Well 'intentions' and 'didn't mean it's dont really count for shit in the real world."
"Well" Yoko mocks in Ryo's previously huffy tone. "Maybe if a certain asshole hadn't of tossed my PSP out of the apartment window a day prior, I wouldn't have had to resort to such drastic measures of revenge. Do you have any idea how much saved data I had in there? That memory stick cost me like a month's salary!" And Yoko acknowledges the fact that maybe he sounds like a ten year old, but he really doesn't care. He's going to have to beat all those maps again and try to re-build his way up to the top of the leaderboards all because Ryo couldn't leave him alone.
"Who the fuck trys to burn down someone's bed over a stupid fucking PSP? And I threw it out because you used all the hot water that morning, asshole." Ryo meets Yoko's glare tenfold and he can feel the fire behind his eyes growing exponentially.
"Too bad. You probably needed a cold shower anyways. I hear you in the middle of night moaning like a whore and muttering someone's name." That really hammers in the final nails of the coffin. Yoko can barely contain his glee when he sees Ryo's face go pale as a sheet in front of him. "It's Ohkura, isn't it? Subaru had told me that you looked ready to get in his pants when you guys were practicing the choreography for Torn."
Ryo backs up a few steps and sits on the end of the leather couch, covering his eyes with his hands. "Fuck no! And I d-do not moan and shit in my sleep!" All the previous confidence in his voice seems to melt away and he won't look Yoko in the eyes even though his hand have slowly moved back to his lap.
Yoko, being Yoko, takes this as the perfect opportunity to try to get Ryo's vulnerable, metaphorical goat. "It is Ohkura! Oh my god. Hina is going to flip his shit when he finds out. I guess it does make sense, after all-"
"Yoko, shut up."
"I mean, he seems to like you well enough. But, Ohkura seems to like Maru too. And, I've even seen him chill with Taguchi more, as of recent. Hmm, he's kinda getting around. Are you sure he really wants to fuck you though, or do you think Maru or Taguchi might be-"
"Shut up! I'm not in love with fucking Ohkura! Can you just shut up for two fucking seconds and listen?" Ryo seethes and his expression is enough to efficiently silence Yoko mid-babble. He takes a second to compose himself as Yoko watches him, mouth uncharacteristacally shut closed. "I'm not in love with Ohkura and I never have been, okay?" Yoko looks quizzically over at him.
"Then who have you been fantasizing over every night?" He asks, watching as Ryo takes sudden interest in his palms. It remains silent for a few more moments before it suddenly hits Yoko like a speeding bullet straight to his brain. "You...have been having wet dreams for the past month...about...me?" His voice gives off the unmanliest of squeeks at the end. And he knows by the way Ryo has shifted from looking as if he's trying to find the meaning of life in his hands to staring so hard at the curtains that they might actually catch fire, that he's right.
Well, shit.
The air is thick enough to choke a bear as they both refuse to make any sort of eye contact. Ryo looks absolutely scared shitless and unsure where to look over or what to say or ohmygodwhatisyokothinkingthisisn'thowthiswassupposedtogo. And when he finally glances up at Yoko, Yoko looks ready to strangle him.
"So, you mean to say that you put me through all this shit: broke my PSP, called me names, ran over my new Blackberry cellphone-"
"I already said sorry for that!" Ryo interrupted.
Yoko quickly raised a finger up without looking at him. "You put me through all of that and then got me locked in our dressing room with you on bad behavior all because you couldn't just leap out of your fucking transparent closet and tell me you liked me?" His voice was barely above a whisper but it echoed through Ryo like a bass drum.
Ryo wasn't quite sure how to respond besides: "Transparent?"
Yoko shot him a look. "You're the gayest thing since the purple Teletubby." He stifled his laughter at the following fish-out-of-water face that Ryo made.
"I am not! I don't carry around a fucking purse!" He argued, clearly flustered.
"I've seen your apartment. I've been in your bedroom. I saw that brown man-purse hanging in your closet." Yoko laughed. The tension was slowly dissolving away and easing back to how things were before Ryo had decided to be the biggest dick on the planet.
"It's not a man-purse; it's a European handbag! Plus, it was a gift from Tegoshi." He snipped defensively. A small smile came to his face as he remembered how excited Tegoshi was to give it to him.
"Whatever you say, but it doesn't make it any less gay." He cracks grin as a small almost hidden blush creeps across Ryo's face.
"Shut up. So...what do you.." And then Ryo is looking at his hand again, still nervous.
It finally dawns on Yoko that, yeah, that was kind of a confession, awkward as fuck, but a confession nonetheless. And, he really didn't know what to think. He had never really thought of himself as gay or straight; he liked boobs plenty, but he had had his fair share of dick in the past. And, Ryo most certainly wasn't unattractive; childish, tempermental, just plain mental, but still he had some sort of unmistakenable appeal to him that made Yoko at least a bit curious.
Ryo finally looked up at him, face already prepped and ready for Yoko to shoot him down. "Well. Do you like me? Yes or fucking no?"
Yoko burst out laughing, successfully scaring Ryo once again. "You're such a little girl! 'Oh, Yokoyama-kun~ Please be my boyfriend!'" Laughter continued to spill from Yoko's lips as he continued teasing Ryo in a ridiculously high-pitched voice. "'You're just so kakkoi~! Omo, and so sekushii. Look, I made you this chocolate in the shape of a heart to symbolize our rabu.'"
Ryo punched him in the neck. "See! And this is why you're a bigger dick! Instead of just saying no and letting the moment pass, you have to sit there and laugh at me from a top your stupid high horse. You know what? Fuck you!" And Ryo's visibly shaking as he stalks off to the opposite side of the room, as far away as he can possibly be.
To put it shortly, Yoko feels like the biggest dick on the planet. He contemplates just how badly he might have messed up when he hears a soft shudder.
And then his heart snaps and shatters and splinters and falls to the ground in a trillion little pieces. Strike that, he feels like the biggest dick in the universe.
Slowly Yoko strides across the room until he's kneeling next to Ryo who clearly doesn't want to acknowledge his presence. His hand timidly pats the younger's back until the shaking stops. Ryo gradually turns himself over to look Yoko in the eyes and Yoko can see fresh trails of tears running down Ryo's face. It feels almost surreal to him; he had never really expected to see such a level of weakness in Ryo's usually cocky eyes.
"What? Are you hear to get a good chuckle at my tears? Go ahead, yuck it up. I don't even care." His voice is scratchy and it wavers in places, all the cracks starting to show. "What are you waiting for? I bet you can't wait to go spread the news about how Ryo, the secret homo, has some sort of dumb crush on you. Will that make you happy? Huh, seeing all my-"
And Yoko shuts him up the only way he can think of: with a kiss. It's awkward, and it's mostly just teeth knocking together and scraping gum for awhile until they hit their stride. And then, Ryo's tongue is in his mouth and a hand is up his shirt and his body is towering over him, height differences be damned, and he's not quite sure how he's still remembering to breath. They part for a second and Ryo is quickly trying to back off of him and reasess the situation when Yoko snatches his wrist, looking him straight in the eye.
"Just because I said you were acting like a little girl doesn't automatically mean I didn't think it was kind of sweet, in a mushy, feel-y, girl-y kind of way. And maybe, I kind of want to try and see where this goes too." And Yoko can't help but feel a bit elated when Ryo's smile is back, though it's quickly replaced by a smirk.
"Girl-y, huh? Well, let me just prove how much more of a man I am than you!" His eyes flash something dangerous and dark and Yoko fails to stifle a shudder as Ryo leans back in.
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"You know, Nishikido, this could be the start of something wonderful." Yoko says between gasps for air sometime later on. He glances over at Ryo who just rolls his eyes with a small smile.
"Oh, quit the sappy shit and just kiss me."
pairing: Yokoyama You/Ryo Nishikido
fandom: Kanjani8
rating: pg-13? Mostly for gratuitous expletives as aforementioned in the title
summary: Sometimes Ryo is really just a ten year old girl, but that's okay because Yoko is still just a ten year old boy.
Author's Notes: I'm not quite sure what this is. It's still unbearably rough, but I think this is the best I can do with it for the time being. Also, there are so many curse words in here! JEGUS. I don't even curse irl! I have never cursed before. This was my first time even typing curse words. what a bad influence you are, twinnie This was inspired by a conversation with one of my friends that I had had forever ago. ♥ She is my muse and I will always bend to her will like the jellyfish writer I am and she is wonderful.
"You know, you're kind of a dick." Yoko noted, shooting Ryo a blank look over his gaming magazine.
Ryo shrugged him off absently. "And you aren't?" He questioned back with a tang of venom in his voice. Yoko looked at him with disbelief, a slightly bemused smile displaying itself on his face.
"No, I'm not! I'm not the one always going around saying I'm the sexiest man in Osaka!" Yoko shot back. "I'm surprised I can even manage to fit in this room with you and your huge ego." He finished with unreasonable amounts of maturity; quickly making a face and darting his tongue out before continuing to read. Where was he? Ugh, something about downloadable content for Fall Out or something? His eyes traversed the page trying to find his spot.
Ryo watched him for a second with amusement before trying to launch another blow to Yoko's cool. "Well, at least I'm not the one always thinking I'm hot shit while I'm acting horrifically in my boring-ass dramas." Ryo quipped. And by the expression of masked borderline rage currently filling Yoko's face, he knew he had got him.
"I-. You-. My dramas are not boring!" He seethed, eyes flashing angrily. "You're just mad that I can actually act."
Ryo burst out laughing, clutching his side as if he had just heard the funniest joke ever told in the history of the world. As if this was the first time he had ever laughed and he was really just taking it for a spin when all of the sudden he crashed into a fucking laugh-a-palooza and massive chuckle fires were burning shit up faster than a California forest fire. "Ha! You think you can act? Let's compare how many views my roles have gotten in comparison to yours! Oh wait, the numbers are too high; let's quit while your behind. In short: get on my fucking level." His tone was calculating and frosty, eyes showing just how much his confidence was building up.
Yoko glared at him. "Listen here, SmallFry McShortAss." Ryo quickly shot him a dirty look. "The timeslots for my dramas have always been at the least popular times and you fucking know that. And forget acting! At least I don't look like a dumbass on every variety show we make a guest appearance on. It's called being entertaining, hun." Yoko coos complete with batted his eyes and pouting. "Learn it."
"Wow. Okay, all variety shows are dumb. Way to go for the most fake area of our career!" Ryo taunts with a ridiculously fake happy smile. "You're really losing this arguement right now. Just admit you're the bigger dick and maybe they'll finally let us out of here." A scowl has set itself upon Ryo's face as they both seem to finally remember why exactly they're even within breathing space of each other.
"First: Never. Second: Maybe you shouldn't have thrown my fucking PSP out the window in the first place! I wouldn't have had to try to burn your stupid pillow." Yoko screams, shooting an accusing look at Ryo who appears even more annoyed than before.
"Pillow? You fucking charbroiled my entire room. All of my shit. Ashes." Ryo grinds out. He had come home from a night out clubbing with Jin to find his entire room a horrible shade of black and grey. Needless to say, he had been all levels of pissed off.
"I didn't mean to burn everything, just a little hole in your special pillow case since I knew it was so precious and sacred to you." And for the most part Yoko does look pretty remorseful and he even has the decency to look a bit sad.
But regardless, Ryo had approximately three shirts and an old pair of jeans left. Not very many chicks dig the whole "I-smell-like-sweat-and-ash" thing that he currently had to try to rock. "Well 'intentions' and 'didn't mean it's dont really count for shit in the real world."
"Well" Yoko mocks in Ryo's previously huffy tone. "Maybe if a certain asshole hadn't of tossed my PSP out of the apartment window a day prior, I wouldn't have had to resort to such drastic measures of revenge. Do you have any idea how much saved data I had in there? That memory stick cost me like a month's salary!" And Yoko acknowledges the fact that maybe he sounds like a ten year old, but he really doesn't care. He's going to have to beat all those maps again and try to re-build his way up to the top of the leaderboards all because Ryo couldn't leave him alone.
"Who the fuck trys to burn down someone's bed over a stupid fucking PSP? And I threw it out because you used all the hot water that morning, asshole." Ryo meets Yoko's glare tenfold and he can feel the fire behind his eyes growing exponentially.
"Too bad. You probably needed a cold shower anyways. I hear you in the middle of night moaning like a whore and muttering someone's name." That really hammers in the final nails of the coffin. Yoko can barely contain his glee when he sees Ryo's face go pale as a sheet in front of him. "It's Ohkura, isn't it? Subaru had told me that you looked ready to get in his pants when you guys were practicing the choreography for Torn."
Ryo backs up a few steps and sits on the end of the leather couch, covering his eyes with his hands. "Fuck no! And I d-do not moan and shit in my sleep!" All the previous confidence in his voice seems to melt away and he won't look Yoko in the eyes even though his hand have slowly moved back to his lap.
Yoko, being Yoko, takes this as the perfect opportunity to try to get Ryo's vulnerable, metaphorical goat. "It is Ohkura! Oh my god. Hina is going to flip his shit when he finds out. I guess it does make sense, after all-"
"Yoko, shut up."
"I mean, he seems to like you well enough. But, Ohkura seems to like Maru too. And, I've even seen him chill with Taguchi more, as of recent. Hmm, he's kinda getting around. Are you sure he really wants to fuck you though, or do you think Maru or Taguchi might be-"
"Shut up! I'm not in love with fucking Ohkura! Can you just shut up for two fucking seconds and listen?" Ryo seethes and his expression is enough to efficiently silence Yoko mid-babble. He takes a second to compose himself as Yoko watches him, mouth uncharacteristacally shut closed. "I'm not in love with Ohkura and I never have been, okay?" Yoko looks quizzically over at him.
"Then who have you been fantasizing over every night?" He asks, watching as Ryo takes sudden interest in his palms. It remains silent for a few more moments before it suddenly hits Yoko like a speeding bullet straight to his brain. "You...have been having wet dreams for the past month...about...me?" His voice gives off the unmanliest of squeeks at the end. And he knows by the way Ryo has shifted from looking as if he's trying to find the meaning of life in his hands to staring so hard at the curtains that they might actually catch fire, that he's right.
Well, shit.
The air is thick enough to choke a bear as they both refuse to make any sort of eye contact. Ryo looks absolutely scared shitless and unsure where to look over or what to say or ohmygodwhatisyokothinkingthisisn'thowthiswassupposedtogo. And when he finally glances up at Yoko, Yoko looks ready to strangle him.
"So, you mean to say that you put me through all this shit: broke my PSP, called me names, ran over my new Blackberry cellphone-"
"I already said sorry for that!" Ryo interrupted.
Yoko quickly raised a finger up without looking at him. "You put me through all of that and then got me locked in our dressing room with you on bad behavior all because you couldn't just leap out of your fucking transparent closet and tell me you liked me?" His voice was barely above a whisper but it echoed through Ryo like a bass drum.
Ryo wasn't quite sure how to respond besides: "Transparent?"
Yoko shot him a look. "You're the gayest thing since the purple Teletubby." He stifled his laughter at the following fish-out-of-water face that Ryo made.
"I am not! I don't carry around a fucking purse!" He argued, clearly flustered.
"I've seen your apartment. I've been in your bedroom. I saw that brown man-purse hanging in your closet." Yoko laughed. The tension was slowly dissolving away and easing back to how things were before Ryo had decided to be the biggest dick on the planet.
"It's not a man-purse; it's a European handbag! Plus, it was a gift from Tegoshi." He snipped defensively. A small smile came to his face as he remembered how excited Tegoshi was to give it to him.
"Whatever you say, but it doesn't make it any less gay." He cracks grin as a small almost hidden blush creeps across Ryo's face.
"Shut up. So...what do you.." And then Ryo is looking at his hand again, still nervous.
It finally dawns on Yoko that, yeah, that was kind of a confession, awkward as fuck, but a confession nonetheless. And, he really didn't know what to think. He had never really thought of himself as gay or straight; he liked boobs plenty, but he had had his fair share of dick in the past. And, Ryo most certainly wasn't unattractive; childish, tempermental, just plain mental, but still he had some sort of unmistakenable appeal to him that made Yoko at least a bit curious.
Ryo finally looked up at him, face already prepped and ready for Yoko to shoot him down. "Well. Do you like me? Yes or fucking no?"
Yoko burst out laughing, successfully scaring Ryo once again. "You're such a little girl! 'Oh, Yokoyama-kun~ Please be my boyfriend!'" Laughter continued to spill from Yoko's lips as he continued teasing Ryo in a ridiculously high-pitched voice. "'You're just so kakkoi~! Omo, and so sekushii. Look, I made you this chocolate in the shape of a heart to symbolize our rabu.'"
Ryo punched him in the neck. "See! And this is why you're a bigger dick! Instead of just saying no and letting the moment pass, you have to sit there and laugh at me from a top your stupid high horse. You know what? Fuck you!" And Ryo's visibly shaking as he stalks off to the opposite side of the room, as far away as he can possibly be.
To put it shortly, Yoko feels like the biggest dick on the planet. He contemplates just how badly he might have messed up when he hears a soft shudder.
And then his heart snaps and shatters and splinters and falls to the ground in a trillion little pieces. Strike that, he feels like the biggest dick in the universe.
Slowly Yoko strides across the room until he's kneeling next to Ryo who clearly doesn't want to acknowledge his presence. His hand timidly pats the younger's back until the shaking stops. Ryo gradually turns himself over to look Yoko in the eyes and Yoko can see fresh trails of tears running down Ryo's face. It feels almost surreal to him; he had never really expected to see such a level of weakness in Ryo's usually cocky eyes.
"What? Are you hear to get a good chuckle at my tears? Go ahead, yuck it up. I don't even care." His voice is scratchy and it wavers in places, all the cracks starting to show. "What are you waiting for? I bet you can't wait to go spread the news about how Ryo, the secret homo, has some sort of dumb crush on you. Will that make you happy? Huh, seeing all my-"
And Yoko shuts him up the only way he can think of: with a kiss. It's awkward, and it's mostly just teeth knocking together and scraping gum for awhile until they hit their stride. And then, Ryo's tongue is in his mouth and a hand is up his shirt and his body is towering over him, height differences be damned, and he's not quite sure how he's still remembering to breath. They part for a second and Ryo is quickly trying to back off of him and reasess the situation when Yoko snatches his wrist, looking him straight in the eye.
"Just because I said you were acting like a little girl doesn't automatically mean I didn't think it was kind of sweet, in a mushy, feel-y, girl-y kind of way. And maybe, I kind of want to try and see where this goes too." And Yoko can't help but feel a bit elated when Ryo's smile is back, though it's quickly replaced by a smirk.
"Girl-y, huh? Well, let me just prove how much more of a man I am than you!" His eyes flash something dangerous and dark and Yoko fails to stifle a shudder as Ryo leans back in.
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"You know, Nishikido, this could be the start of something wonderful." Yoko says between gasps for air sometime later on. He glances over at Ryo who just rolls his eyes with a small smile.
"Oh, quit the sappy shit and just kiss me."