for talisa_ahn: So That You'll Never Be Alone
This is for talisa_ahn, who was an absolute sweetheart and got me both Yara's live Playzone sets when I only paid her for one, kjhkjhjkawe. ;O; (THANK YOU.)
She said, "Consider the extra as either a present or as a bribe for a Yamamoto/Yara fic or the next chapter of the bunny fic. ^.^ (Actually, I just couldn't decide which one to get.)" -god bless your indecision, Tali. xD;; I love both sets to bits. ♥ *will scan them when time allows*
...background first, because idk how much sense i make with stuff not in my head: MA were domoto koichi's personal backdancers his last two solo tours. koichi didn't want to do a third tour, but ended up getting badgered into it. but since akiyama got suspended for his girlfriend, and yara asked nishikiori to put him in playzone, this year koichi's backdancers are MA-Mix (MA's yone and maachin, and MAD's yu-chan [matsuzaki yusuke, tatsumi yudai, koshioka yuki, fukuda yuta]) instead.
to get a succinct glimpse into how close koichi+ma were, once upon a time, koichi's mirror con dvd offshoot gallery. ♥ commentary (translated!) is koichi's. they played cards every night and dicked around like idiots. usually half naked, lol.
Not Everybody Wants a Threesome, Yamamoto (or, So That You'll Never Be Alone)- pg15, 3425w.
Fact 1: Nishikiori is the practical sort.
There are a lot of juniors in Playzone and so, for the first few weeks, he gets them all to wear sticky tags-the disposable kind to show that he's committed to connecting their names to their faces.
It's practical.
The fact that it also becomes a Pandora's Box of practical jokes is a larger mark against MAD's collective maturity than Nishikiori's foresight, but the labels end up on everything. Usually inappropriately. It's unfortunate, really.
Fact 2: Yamamoto would make the worst criminal ever.
They all have their names printed on sheets of paper in plastic pockets by their dressing room doors, indicating who lives where. Yara has his own room. Uchi has his own room. Fujigaya and Kitayama share, as do the rest of Kismai, and the Question? boys.
[ MAD-sama ] says the sign on the door of the largest dressing room that accommodates everybody else, and it makes at least one person laugh every morning since it's not very dignified. But then again you can't look dignified when you're having fun, and MAD's room has always been the loudest, more like a sports locker bay than anything work-related.
It's like they're perpetually high. Or perpetually stupid. (Perhaps both.)
Some number of days into the on-site rehearsals, the sign on Yara's dressing room door not-so-mysteriously acquires a sticky label that covers up his name with [ DANCING REPTILE ].
Righteously indignant, he storms They Budou's part of the MAD room, demanding very loudly that They tell him who did it.
But he's glaring right at Yamamoto when he asks, of course.
Yamamoto, grinning one of his too-wide toothy grins, all dimples showing, points at Eda with an innocent air.
"Hey, hey, I told you not to!" Eda protests, hands up.
"No, you said it would be funny," Hayashi corrects disinterestedly. "Until he actually went over and did it."
"You're always underestimating Ryo-chan's stupidity," Takahashi adds. "And encouraging it."
Not that their testimonies matter, because Yara already has Yamamoto in a headlock, roughing up his bleached wedge until it is less of a wedge and more of a small bale of hay. "Think about the staff!" he roars (though the Yaraemon roar is generally considered more of a gnomish shout). "The signs are for the staff, you little moron. Do you really think they'll all know who the dancing reptile is?"
Yamamoto tries to fend him off amid laughter, but the thing about Yara is that, although small, he's had a lot of practice beating up bigger guys since he stopped growing back in junior high. (Also, his best friend is Yonehana Tsuyoshi.)
Yamamoto doesn't stand a chance.
Nobody comes to his aid either, because anyone with a half-accurate homometer can tell that Yamamoto doesn't really want saving anyway (and the homometers in the jimusho are all very finely tuned).
Some days after that, Yamamoto happens past Yara's dressing room and notices that his sticker-which hadn't been removed after all because, amusingly enough, the staff really did all know who the dancing reptile was-has REPTILE neatly crossed out. COCKROACH is now written above it.
[ DANCING REPTILECOCKROACH ] doesn't quite have the same ring as plain old [ DANCING REPTILE ], Yamamoto thinks, and he's about to push the door open to tell Yara just that when it occurs to him that maybe Yara already has company.
He's clued in by the sound of furniture breaking.
Forgetful and ditzy as Yara sometimes can be (so saith the kettle of the pot), Yamamoto knows he usually doesn't manage to destroy too much by himself.
"Just break all my furniture why don't you?" Yara's voice shouts through the wall. It's with laughter though, and replied by someone muffled as if smothered under a pillow, and soon there's another crash. More laughter.
"Get off of me, midget," comes the second voice finally, half-familiar.
It sounds like they're busy.
Yamamoto pushes the door open anyway.
"…whoa," he says, stopping short. A pillow smacks into the wall beside his head. "Did I interrupt something major or did I interrupt something major?"
It would appear that a Musical Academy assassin representative has kindly paid Yara a visit.
Yara has Yonehana pinned to the floor, and slams Yonehana's wrist back into the lino even as Yamamoto stands there, so that Yonehana loses his grip on the unplugged lava-lamp he had been trying to brain Yara with. It clatters away, little blobs of orange and red tumbling about inside.
All's fair in the world of Johnny's Entertainment.
Seeing as he has a guest, Yara stands (or rather, Yonehana takes advantage of Yara's distraction to get a knee up and judo-throw him over his head, and Yara happens to land crouched on his feet like a cat) and dusts himself off.
Yonehana hides his snort of derision. Just.
"My favourite Ryo-chan~" Yara smiles warmly. "Want something?"
Yamamoto grins back on auto, since that's what he does when Yara smiles at him. "Not really," he admits. "I just wanted to say that [ DANCING COCKROACH ] doesn't sound as good as [ DANCING REPTILE ]."
"Dancing what?" Yara demands, striding to the door as Yamamoto helpfully gestures to the label he's talking about. "Yone, you ass!" Yara turns back on his heel.
"It was me?" Yonehana grins.
"Like, who else?" Yara gestures to Yamamoto behind him. "Since this idiot wouldn't have."
"Yaracchi-nii's a dancing reptile, not a dancing cockroach," Yamamoto tells Yonehana, his grin appropriately contrite.
"'Yaracchi-nii,'" Yonehana mimics with a chuckle, ignoring Yara's glare. "Then I guess that makes you the dancing cockroach, Yamamoto?"
Yamamoto blinks, grin freezing at Yara's sudden bark of laughter. "Me?" he asks.
"I like it, I like it~" Yara claps.
Yonehana smiles benignly, his lazy eye firmly fixed on Yamamoto's face. "You dance like one, after all: a cockroach in its death throes from insect spray, spastic and desperate, losing nervous function."
"Ouch," Yara laughs. "It burns because it's true!"
"Hey!" Yamamoto exclaims, turning ostentatiously upset eyes upon the dancing whatever. "A big brother's supposed to defend his cute little siblings. What gives with the bullying!"
"A little spine never hurt anyone, Ryo-chan," Yara chuckles, and steers Yamamoto over to sit on the couch. "Yone has a point anyway. I mean for real, how many times have I told you that a 'freeze for the count' means that you don't move? And it still hasn't gotten through your thick skull."
Yamamoto's pout is large, remarkable for still displaying his dimples, but he sits as directed. "I can't help it though!"
Yara's amused expression quite plainly says that freeze fail isn't the only thing Yamamoto can't help, but sits beside him anyway. "You get it mostly right during our practice runs, so…?"
"The real thing's completely different!" Yamamoto says animatedly. "The atmosphere is so high tension I can't help putting in extra." He talks with his whole body, and it's from experience alone that Yara can easily sling an arm around Yamamoto's shoulders without getting hit.
Yonehana chooses to remain standing, a couple of metres away. "Giving a hundred and ten percent means dancing better, not moving more," he says dryly.
"Hey, I try!" Yamamoto exclaims, but Yara's arm holds him seated. Yonehana's grin might have been described as 'insolent' if he hadn't been the oldest idol in the room. (As it is, 'scary' would suffice.)
"Hey, hey~" Yara coos, nosing at Yamamoto's dimple. "Listen to your seniors properly. Old man Yone knows what he's talking about."
"But, Yaracchiii~" Yamamoto fidgets, though he forgets most of his contention at Yara's tone, and the way the crook of Yara's elbow is kind of warm, and the way Yara's aftershave smells like sharp aqua…
"Ah," Yonehana says, flipping out his phone as if talking about a change in the weather, "this is getting a little too gay for me." He pockets the phone and sets about collecting his things.
"Nobody wants your straight germs infecting the Playzone crew," Yara grins against Yamamoto's cheek. "Get out of here, prude."
"I'll take my leave," Yonehana agrees, and Yara chuckles because Yonehana's a proper kind of guy despite his face, who acutely dislikes the concept of anybody displaying too much affection where they might be seen.
Yara hasn't tired of pushing his buttons yet, despite years of encouraging Akiyama and Machida's love for Koichi in all the wrong right ways, but Yamamoto is young and not so familiar with these time-honored games. He remains a little taken aback: "Yonehana-kun isn't…" he blinks, "I mean, wait, the two of you weren't… like, totally going at it just before?"
Yonehana pauses on his way out the door and turns around slowly. Yara buries his amusement in Yamamoto's neck, and it's a testament to the power of Yonehana's death-god stare that Yamamoto isn't a giggling heap himself at the attention.
"If Yaracchi turned gay for me I'd have to gouge his eyes out," Yonehana says sincerely, "with a sledgehammer."
Yara laughs. "I'd rather take it up the ass from Akki."
"Now that's a mental image I never needed to have." Yonehana regards Yara solemnly. "I'll kill you."
Yara snerks around his insolent grin. "You'll try."
"You're really going then, Yonehana-kun?" Yamamoto pipes up, his capacity for autonomous thought restored now that he isn't being stared down. "Why were you here in the first place? Aren't you and the Yu-chan's gearing up for Koichi-kun's tour?"
Yonehana gives him a benevolent smile. "We had some time off and happened to be in the area," he says. It's a blatant lie, but the thing about Yonehana Tsuyoshi is that only true idiots call him on blatant lies.
"That's a lie!" Yamamoto says. Yara bops him on the head, but goes ignored. "Tatsumi said you guys were crazy busy!"
Walking back to the couch, Yonehana crouches so that he's looking at Yamamoto level. "Yamamoto-kun," he says, slow and articulate, and Yamamoto tries very hard not to squirm. "There are only so many times I can stand to see people fail at remembering Koichi-kun's dances. Unfortunately for Mix, most of those times are reserved for Koichi-kun himself, so..."
"Ah," Yamamoto says, nodding quickly and with desperate enthusiasm to he's-not-quite-sure-what. "Of course. I understand. I get it."
"That's the way," Yonehana smiles, and pats him on the knee. "Work hard, little cockroach. And take care of the dancing reptile for me."
"Asshole," Yara glowers. "I can take care of myself."
But Yonehana's already gone.
Yamamoto blinks. "…wait, why was he here then?" he asks, suddenly fidgety again when the realisation dawns that Yara hasn't moved, apparently quite comfortable using Yamamoto's shoulders as an armrest. "If you weren't, um. You know, or going to…"
Yara gives him a disapproving look. "You make it sound like sex is the only reason people come to my room."
Yamamoto looks around. "Well…"
Fact 3: Yara believes in interior decoration.
It's well-enough known that he'll theme up for each play he does, and this time, his dressing room couch sports a mink throw-over and bronze tasseled cushions. A black rug covers some of the ratty lino…
"It kiiind of looks like a third-rate love hotel?" Yamamoto grins. "Just without the kind of."
"Oi," Yara says, attempting a sideways headbutt, but Yamamoto twists out from under his arm. "Get back here, you little-!"
He grabs for Yamamoto's light jacket, but his fingers catch only the sleeve and Yamamoto laughs as he shrugs out of it and dances away, taunting. "Too slow, Yaracchi-nii~!"
"I'll show you too slow," Yara grins sharply, and pulls his feet up under him. He lets Yamamoto dance a little more, tease a little longer.
When he strikes it's hard and fast like a viper, and Yamamoto tumbles down onto the rug, laughing and breathless and "I love it when you do that." His eyes are all grin, sparkling like a boy addicted.
"Mm~hm?" Yara smiles, cocky and sure as he straddles Yamamoto's hips. His hands pad slowly, deliberately, up Yamamoto's chest. "Do what?" he prompts, though he can guess the answer well enough.
"When you move, you know?" Yamamoto tells him anyway, earnest because he knows Yara likes to hear it. "Not just dance, but you just… when you stare, and when you strike…"
Yara doesn't ever do things by halves, and it's mesmerising to Yamamoto's eye. Yamamoto's fingers dig into Yara's hips and, determined, he swears, "I'm gonna move like that one day."
Yara's eyes take on the glint of a challenge then, his smile turning predator-like. "You're ten years too early," he says, leaning down, in a haughty near-purr that hits Yamamoto right where he wants it every single time.
"I want you, Yaracchi-nii-" he breathes from an inch away, eyes wide, hands gripping Yara's shirt, and Yara takes up the invitation at once, pressing his mouth to Yamamoto's and pressing Yamamoto into the floor with his wiry weight.
Fact 4: Yamamoto really loves the way Yara moves.
They're quick with each other, lest Nishikiori come knocking for a chat (because he does that sometimes despite being a dai-senpai), though for a while their faces are still bright and flushed, and the air-con takes its time clearing out the lingering smell of sex in the air. Not to mention, one of them is still missing his pants.
But the whole time, Yamamoto's grinning like the loon he is.
Yara isn't looking, particularly, but he can feel it against his chest and tightens his fingers a little in Yamamoto's hair, stroking a little.
It can be said (sometimes) that Yara is as taken with Yamamoto as Yamamoto is with him, because (sometimes) Yara can appreciate an unflappable smile. He likes the way Yamamoto is so easy to please.
"Hey, Yaracchi?" Yamamoto says presently.
"Hn?"
"Why was Yonehana-kun here?"
Yara makes a grumbly noise, feigning offence. "I can't believe you're still thinking about that prude."
"I'm curious," Yamamoto tells him sincerely. MAD don't get to see a lot of their senpai group, Yara aside. It's almost… strange?
Yara frowns up at the ceiling for a moment, his fingers still absently stroking. "MA don't work together as much as we used to, is all," he says eventually, and it takes Yamamoto a moment to realise that that's really all Yara's got to say on the matter.
"Oh," he says, face kind of blank, and Yara gives a derisive snort, pushing Yamamoto off and getting up and picking his shirt up off the floor. "Oh," Yamamoto says again after a moment, sitting up. His eyes are suddenly wide with the light of superior perception. "He missed you!"
"Einstein," Yara says tersely, and gestures for Yamamoto to put his pants back on with a pointed look at the door.
Yamamoto grins, doing as effectively told. "It's because Koichi-kun's doing another solo con, right?" he says. "And you're always there because MA are always Kinki's backup, and it'd be like me missing an Arashi con with the rest of MADE gone, right, but this time you're not there because you're here?"
"Come now," Yara says, crossing his arms with a calculated mildness. "How much do you want to annoy me? Really?"
"None at all," Yamamoto says in earnest. "But I-"
A knock at the door interrupts him.
"Hey, Yaracchi?" Takahashi calls.
Yara frowns for a moment, but Yamamoto shuts his mouth (for once). "Yeah?" he calls back.
Takahashi seems to take that as a 'Yeah? And please come in' rather than the 'Yeah? I'm listening but please stay outside as I was recently half naked with one of your group-mates and we are now having a Conversation' that it probably should be. The handle turns. "Yonehana-kun said he found your wallet and told us to return it to you when you weren't busy, so-"
To Takahashi's credit, it only takes him one step into Yara's dressing room to realise the atmosphere isn't its best.
Yara raises an eyebrow.
Yamamoto blinks guilelessly.
Takahashi looks heavenward, suppressing a wince. "You're busy, aren't you."
"No, no, I think it's okay?" Yamamoto is maybe too quick to assure, waving his hands. "I mean we were, but not at the moment, we-"
Eda's voice bounces loudly down the hall outside. "So has the cornsnake eaten our little field mouse whole yet or what?"
"I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME THAT," Yamamoto shouts back.
Yara taps his foot, an unamused expression on his face. "You'll have to get Yone back for this trick, you realise, Ryu," he says.
Takahashi sighs. "No, I apologise. I should've known better." He sets Yara's wallet down just inside the door, before backing out and slamming it shut. "Turn back!" he shouts over to Eda. "Sound the alarm! Seek out the stylists! Yama-chan's hairmonster's eaten his head again!"
"Again?" Eda wails melodramatically. "Nooo! Sho-chan, where are the clippers? Or can we use your teeth?"
"Moron," Hayashi says, his voice the only one remaining at an acceptable indoors volume. "It's not like yours are any better…"
Their squabble fades back out down the hall, and Yara turns to find Yamamoto furiously trying to flatten his hair down into some semblance of not-monster, an embarrassed flush on his cheeks, his dimples out in such consternation that Yara can't help cracking a smile.
"Cute guys aren't they?" he says casually, shrugging into his shirt.
"Hey!" Yamamoto manages to look hurt on top of everything else. "I'm cuter though, aren't I?"
"You do have nicer teeth," Yara admits with a chuckle.
"Budou's pretty ugly," Yamamoto grins, tugging on his bangs and maybe willing them to stay down with the power of his mind. "Sho-kun and Tsu need braces, and Ryu-chan needs hair."
"Almost as much as Tsubasa does, lately," Yara agrees, neglecting in turn to say that Yamamoto needs a brain. "Maybe you should give him some of yours?"
"Hey!" Yamamoto exclaims, but then Yara smiles and Yamamoto forgets what he was supposed to be arguing about again.
For a moment, Yara regards him and tilts his head.
"…Yaracchi-nii?" Yamamoto tilts his head right back, and chews on his lower lip while doing up his fly and tucking his shirt in.
Yara grins, though the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes this time. "Treasure your ugly bandmates," he says. "Groups don't last forever."
Occasionally, some ugly mug gets himself suspended.
Occasionally, some other mug gets himself a favour or two returned, and suddenly ends up leading an eclectic dance troupe of moron kouhai in roach-kill commercials, leaving his contemporaries behind.
(Fact 5: In their line of work, just like any other, friendships are secondary.)
Slowly, Yamamoto nods. He gets it. Sort of. "I joined with Tsu, though," he says of Eda. "And they've paired us up for symmetry dances since forever, so even if Budou splits, or even MAD, I think we'll still be dancing with each other."
Yara chuckles, stretching. "I joined with Tackey and Tsubasa, you know," he says. "The three of us used to backdance together all the time, but look at them these days. Even them." Sometimes, nothing under the JE umbrella is a happy ending. "I'm just saying."
Yamamoto nods again, joining Yara on the floor for warm-ups. But his grin is back full-force because he's pretty sure he gets it this time. "We'll just have to keep on dancing with each other too, right?"
Yara glances up, brow raised. "Butoukan?"
Yamamoto rolls his eyes. "Us, Yaracchi-nii. Butoukan or no Butoukan. You'll still take me out riding and stuff, right? On your bike, and street-dancing with your friends, right?"
Yara glances aside for a moment, but can't help the smile tugging at his lips. "If you keep pestering me all the time, I won't really have a choice will I?"
"Nope~" Yamamoto grins his wide, dimple-dented smile. "Not even Johnny knows how to get rid of us MAD boys so easy."
And Yara has to laugh.
The idiot has a point.
[ OMAKE ]
gokiburi.59@docomo.ne.jp
you took my wallet, faggot.
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
Emergency handbrake.
Couldn't have you embarrassing MA in front of Nishikiori.
gokiburi.59@docomo.ne.jp
we were /done/ by the time Takahashi came in.
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
I generously told him to give you a few minutes.
gokiburi.59@docomo.ne.jp
you broke my lava lamp, too!
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
Go cry, Yaracchi. If you want a new one, give me your wallet back.
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
Btw, would you really rather take it from Akki?
gokiburi.59@docomo.ne.jp
no, Yone. I love only you.
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
You're disgusting.
gokiburi.59@docomo.ne.jp
piss off, ugly.
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
Maachin says hi.
gokiburi.59@docomo.ne.jp
I miss him too.
now go away.
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
See you around.
1- .59 can be read as ten-go-ku/heaven; gokiburi is of course 'cockroach'. i like to think that yone stole yara's phone and gave it to one of the kinki kids, who changed his mail address. and since it was kinki, yara couldn't change it back.
2- 244 reads "tsu-yo-shi", domoto yonehana's first name.
...I also took an unfortunate liking to the rest of They Budou [WU0709], while researching them in the process of this. *facepalm* They're cute, though. ;; And Takahashi needs hair is tall, lol. And also a dork. What kind of idol pulls that face after losing at janken? kjhkjhawe~ ♥ (Also in that second scan, Yamamoto's biceps. WTF.) They're all dorks. Except for Hayashi. But apparently he is a closet hentai, ahahaha. They can be seen a lot in Tsubasa's latest con, Dance and Rock~~~♪
Okay, I think I'm done. =v=
She said, "Consider the extra as either a present or as a bribe for a Yamamoto/Yara fic or the next chapter of the bunny fic. ^.^ (Actually, I just couldn't decide which one to get.)" -god bless your indecision, Tali. xD;; I love both sets to bits. ♥ *will scan them when time allows*
...background first, because idk how much sense i make with stuff not in my head: MA were domoto koichi's personal backdancers his last two solo tours. koichi didn't want to do a third tour, but ended up getting badgered into it. but since akiyama got suspended for his girlfriend, and yara asked nishikiori to put him in playzone, this year koichi's backdancers are MA-Mix (MA's yone and maachin, and MAD's yu-chan [matsuzaki yusuke, tatsumi yudai, koshioka yuki, fukuda yuta]) instead.
to get a succinct glimpse into how close koichi+ma were, once upon a time, koichi's mirror con dvd offshoot gallery. ♥ commentary (translated!) is koichi's. they played cards every night and dicked around like idiots. usually half naked, lol.
Not Everybody Wants a Threesome, Yamamoto (or, So That You'll Never Be Alone)- pg15, 3425w.
Fact 1: Nishikiori is the practical sort.
There are a lot of juniors in Playzone and so, for the first few weeks, he gets them all to wear sticky tags-the disposable kind to show that he's committed to connecting their names to their faces.
It's practical.
The fact that it also becomes a Pandora's Box of practical jokes is a larger mark against MAD's collective maturity than Nishikiori's foresight, but the labels end up on everything. Usually inappropriately. It's unfortunate, really.
Fact 2: Yamamoto would make the worst criminal ever.
They all have their names printed on sheets of paper in plastic pockets by their dressing room doors, indicating who lives where. Yara has his own room. Uchi has his own room. Fujigaya and Kitayama share, as do the rest of Kismai, and the Question? boys.
[ MAD-sama ] says the sign on the door of the largest dressing room that accommodates everybody else, and it makes at least one person laugh every morning since it's not very dignified. But then again you can't look dignified when you're having fun, and MAD's room has always been the loudest, more like a sports locker bay than anything work-related.
It's like they're perpetually high. Or perpetually stupid. (Perhaps both.)
Some number of days into the on-site rehearsals, the sign on Yara's dressing room door not-so-mysteriously acquires a sticky label that covers up his name with [ DANCING REPTILE ].
Righteously indignant, he storms They Budou's part of the MAD room, demanding very loudly that They tell him who did it.
But he's glaring right at Yamamoto when he asks, of course.
Yamamoto, grinning one of his too-wide toothy grins, all dimples showing, points at Eda with an innocent air.
"Hey, hey, I told you not to!" Eda protests, hands up.
"No, you said it would be funny," Hayashi corrects disinterestedly. "Until he actually went over and did it."
"You're always underestimating Ryo-chan's stupidity," Takahashi adds. "And encouraging it."
Not that their testimonies matter, because Yara already has Yamamoto in a headlock, roughing up his bleached wedge until it is less of a wedge and more of a small bale of hay. "Think about the staff!" he roars (though the Yaraemon roar is generally considered more of a gnomish shout). "The signs are for the staff, you little moron. Do you really think they'll all know who the dancing reptile is?"
Yamamoto tries to fend him off amid laughter, but the thing about Yara is that, although small, he's had a lot of practice beating up bigger guys since he stopped growing back in junior high. (Also, his best friend is Yonehana Tsuyoshi.)
Yamamoto doesn't stand a chance.
Nobody comes to his aid either, because anyone with a half-accurate homometer can tell that Yamamoto doesn't really want saving anyway (and the homometers in the jimusho are all very finely tuned).
Some days after that, Yamamoto happens past Yara's dressing room and notices that his sticker-which hadn't been removed after all because, amusingly enough, the staff really did all know who the dancing reptile was-has REPTILE neatly crossed out. COCKROACH is now written above it.
[ DANCING REPTILECOCKROACH ] doesn't quite have the same ring as plain old [ DANCING REPTILE ], Yamamoto thinks, and he's about to push the door open to tell Yara just that when it occurs to him that maybe Yara already has company.
He's clued in by the sound of furniture breaking.
Forgetful and ditzy as Yara sometimes can be (so saith the kettle of the pot), Yamamoto knows he usually doesn't manage to destroy too much by himself.
"Just break all my furniture why don't you?" Yara's voice shouts through the wall. It's with laughter though, and replied by someone muffled as if smothered under a pillow, and soon there's another crash. More laughter.
"Get off of me, midget," comes the second voice finally, half-familiar.
It sounds like they're busy.
Yamamoto pushes the door open anyway.
"…whoa," he says, stopping short. A pillow smacks into the wall beside his head. "Did I interrupt something major or did I interrupt something major?"
It would appear that a Musical Academy assassin representative has kindly paid Yara a visit.
Yara has Yonehana pinned to the floor, and slams Yonehana's wrist back into the lino even as Yamamoto stands there, so that Yonehana loses his grip on the unplugged lava-lamp he had been trying to brain Yara with. It clatters away, little blobs of orange and red tumbling about inside.
All's fair in the world of Johnny's Entertainment.
Seeing as he has a guest, Yara stands (or rather, Yonehana takes advantage of Yara's distraction to get a knee up and judo-throw him over his head, and Yara happens to land crouched on his feet like a cat) and dusts himself off.
Yonehana hides his snort of derision. Just.
"My favourite Ryo-chan~" Yara smiles warmly. "Want something?"
Yamamoto grins back on auto, since that's what he does when Yara smiles at him. "Not really," he admits. "I just wanted to say that [ DANCING COCKROACH ] doesn't sound as good as [ DANCING REPTILE ]."
"Dancing what?" Yara demands, striding to the door as Yamamoto helpfully gestures to the label he's talking about. "Yone, you ass!" Yara turns back on his heel.
"It was me?" Yonehana grins.
"Like, who else?" Yara gestures to Yamamoto behind him. "Since this idiot wouldn't have."
"Yaracchi-nii's a dancing reptile, not a dancing cockroach," Yamamoto tells Yonehana, his grin appropriately contrite.
"'Yaracchi-nii,'" Yonehana mimics with a chuckle, ignoring Yara's glare. "Then I guess that makes you the dancing cockroach, Yamamoto?"
Yamamoto blinks, grin freezing at Yara's sudden bark of laughter. "Me?" he asks.
"I like it, I like it~" Yara claps.
Yonehana smiles benignly, his lazy eye firmly fixed on Yamamoto's face. "You dance like one, after all: a cockroach in its death throes from insect spray, spastic and desperate, losing nervous function."
"Ouch," Yara laughs. "It burns because it's true!"
"Hey!" Yamamoto exclaims, turning ostentatiously upset eyes upon the dancing whatever. "A big brother's supposed to defend his cute little siblings. What gives with the bullying!"
"A little spine never hurt anyone, Ryo-chan," Yara chuckles, and steers Yamamoto over to sit on the couch. "Yone has a point anyway. I mean for real, how many times have I told you that a 'freeze for the count' means that you don't move? And it still hasn't gotten through your thick skull."
Yamamoto's pout is large, remarkable for still displaying his dimples, but he sits as directed. "I can't help it though!"
Yara's amused expression quite plainly says that freeze fail isn't the only thing Yamamoto can't help, but sits beside him anyway. "You get it mostly right during our practice runs, so…?"
"The real thing's completely different!" Yamamoto says animatedly. "The atmosphere is so high tension I can't help putting in extra." He talks with his whole body, and it's from experience alone that Yara can easily sling an arm around Yamamoto's shoulders without getting hit.
Yonehana chooses to remain standing, a couple of metres away. "Giving a hundred and ten percent means dancing better, not moving more," he says dryly.
"Hey, I try!" Yamamoto exclaims, but Yara's arm holds him seated. Yonehana's grin might have been described as 'insolent' if he hadn't been the oldest idol in the room. (As it is, 'scary' would suffice.)
"Hey, hey~" Yara coos, nosing at Yamamoto's dimple. "Listen to your seniors properly. Old man Yone knows what he's talking about."
"But, Yaracchiii~" Yamamoto fidgets, though he forgets most of his contention at Yara's tone, and the way the crook of Yara's elbow is kind of warm, and the way Yara's aftershave smells like sharp aqua…
"Ah," Yonehana says, flipping out his phone as if talking about a change in the weather, "this is getting a little too gay for me." He pockets the phone and sets about collecting his things.
"Nobody wants your straight germs infecting the Playzone crew," Yara grins against Yamamoto's cheek. "Get out of here, prude."
"I'll take my leave," Yonehana agrees, and Yara chuckles because Yonehana's a proper kind of guy despite his face, who acutely dislikes the concept of anybody displaying too much affection where they might be seen.
Yara hasn't tired of pushing his buttons yet, despite years of encouraging Akiyama and Machida's love for Koichi in all the wrong right ways, but Yamamoto is young and not so familiar with these time-honored games. He remains a little taken aback: "Yonehana-kun isn't…" he blinks, "I mean, wait, the two of you weren't… like, totally going at it just before?"
Yonehana pauses on his way out the door and turns around slowly. Yara buries his amusement in Yamamoto's neck, and it's a testament to the power of Yonehana's death-god stare that Yamamoto isn't a giggling heap himself at the attention.
"If Yaracchi turned gay for me I'd have to gouge his eyes out," Yonehana says sincerely, "with a sledgehammer."
Yara laughs. "I'd rather take it up the ass from Akki."
"Now that's a mental image I never needed to have." Yonehana regards Yara solemnly. "I'll kill you."
Yara snerks around his insolent grin. "You'll try."
"You're really going then, Yonehana-kun?" Yamamoto pipes up, his capacity for autonomous thought restored now that he isn't being stared down. "Why were you here in the first place? Aren't you and the Yu-chan's gearing up for Koichi-kun's tour?"
Yonehana gives him a benevolent smile. "We had some time off and happened to be in the area," he says. It's a blatant lie, but the thing about Yonehana Tsuyoshi is that only true idiots call him on blatant lies.
"That's a lie!" Yamamoto says. Yara bops him on the head, but goes ignored. "Tatsumi said you guys were crazy busy!"
Walking back to the couch, Yonehana crouches so that he's looking at Yamamoto level. "Yamamoto-kun," he says, slow and articulate, and Yamamoto tries very hard not to squirm. "There are only so many times I can stand to see people fail at remembering Koichi-kun's dances. Unfortunately for Mix, most of those times are reserved for Koichi-kun himself, so..."
"Ah," Yamamoto says, nodding quickly and with desperate enthusiasm to he's-not-quite-sure-what. "Of course. I understand. I get it."
"That's the way," Yonehana smiles, and pats him on the knee. "Work hard, little cockroach. And take care of the dancing reptile for me."
"Asshole," Yara glowers. "I can take care of myself."
But Yonehana's already gone.
Yamamoto blinks. "…wait, why was he here then?" he asks, suddenly fidgety again when the realisation dawns that Yara hasn't moved, apparently quite comfortable using Yamamoto's shoulders as an armrest. "If you weren't, um. You know, or going to…"
Yara gives him a disapproving look. "You make it sound like sex is the only reason people come to my room."
Yamamoto looks around. "Well…"
Fact 3: Yara believes in interior decoration.
It's well-enough known that he'll theme up for each play he does, and this time, his dressing room couch sports a mink throw-over and bronze tasseled cushions. A black rug covers some of the ratty lino…
"It kiiind of looks like a third-rate love hotel?" Yamamoto grins. "Just without the kind of."
"Oi," Yara says, attempting a sideways headbutt, but Yamamoto twists out from under his arm. "Get back here, you little-!"
He grabs for Yamamoto's light jacket, but his fingers catch only the sleeve and Yamamoto laughs as he shrugs out of it and dances away, taunting. "Too slow, Yaracchi-nii~!"
"I'll show you too slow," Yara grins sharply, and pulls his feet up under him. He lets Yamamoto dance a little more, tease a little longer.
When he strikes it's hard and fast like a viper, and Yamamoto tumbles down onto the rug, laughing and breathless and "I love it when you do that." His eyes are all grin, sparkling like a boy addicted.
"Mm~hm?" Yara smiles, cocky and sure as he straddles Yamamoto's hips. His hands pad slowly, deliberately, up Yamamoto's chest. "Do what?" he prompts, though he can guess the answer well enough.
"When you move, you know?" Yamamoto tells him anyway, earnest because he knows Yara likes to hear it. "Not just dance, but you just… when you stare, and when you strike…"
Yara doesn't ever do things by halves, and it's mesmerising to Yamamoto's eye. Yamamoto's fingers dig into Yara's hips and, determined, he swears, "I'm gonna move like that one day."
Yara's eyes take on the glint of a challenge then, his smile turning predator-like. "You're ten years too early," he says, leaning down, in a haughty near-purr that hits Yamamoto right where he wants it every single time.
"I want you, Yaracchi-nii-" he breathes from an inch away, eyes wide, hands gripping Yara's shirt, and Yara takes up the invitation at once, pressing his mouth to Yamamoto's and pressing Yamamoto into the floor with his wiry weight.
Fact 4: Yamamoto really loves the way Yara moves.
They're quick with each other, lest Nishikiori come knocking for a chat (because he does that sometimes despite being a dai-senpai), though for a while their faces are still bright and flushed, and the air-con takes its time clearing out the lingering smell of sex in the air. Not to mention, one of them is still missing his pants.
But the whole time, Yamamoto's grinning like the loon he is.
Yara isn't looking, particularly, but he can feel it against his chest and tightens his fingers a little in Yamamoto's hair, stroking a little.
It can be said (sometimes) that Yara is as taken with Yamamoto as Yamamoto is with him, because (sometimes) Yara can appreciate an unflappable smile. He likes the way Yamamoto is so easy to please.
"Hey, Yaracchi?" Yamamoto says presently.
"Hn?"
"Why was Yonehana-kun here?"
Yara makes a grumbly noise, feigning offence. "I can't believe you're still thinking about that prude."
"I'm curious," Yamamoto tells him sincerely. MAD don't get to see a lot of their senpai group, Yara aside. It's almost… strange?
Yara frowns up at the ceiling for a moment, his fingers still absently stroking. "MA don't work together as much as we used to, is all," he says eventually, and it takes Yamamoto a moment to realise that that's really all Yara's got to say on the matter.
"Oh," he says, face kind of blank, and Yara gives a derisive snort, pushing Yamamoto off and getting up and picking his shirt up off the floor. "Oh," Yamamoto says again after a moment, sitting up. His eyes are suddenly wide with the light of superior perception. "He missed you!"
"Einstein," Yara says tersely, and gestures for Yamamoto to put his pants back on with a pointed look at the door.
Yamamoto grins, doing as effectively told. "It's because Koichi-kun's doing another solo con, right?" he says. "And you're always there because MA are always Kinki's backup, and it'd be like me missing an Arashi con with the rest of MADE gone, right, but this time you're not there because you're here?"
"Come now," Yara says, crossing his arms with a calculated mildness. "How much do you want to annoy me? Really?"
"None at all," Yamamoto says in earnest. "But I-"
A knock at the door interrupts him.
"Hey, Yaracchi?" Takahashi calls.
Yara frowns for a moment, but Yamamoto shuts his mouth (for once). "Yeah?" he calls back.
Takahashi seems to take that as a 'Yeah? And please come in' rather than the 'Yeah? I'm listening but please stay outside as I was recently half naked with one of your group-mates and we are now having a Conversation' that it probably should be. The handle turns. "Yonehana-kun said he found your wallet and told us to return it to you when you weren't busy, so-"
To Takahashi's credit, it only takes him one step into Yara's dressing room to realise the atmosphere isn't its best.
Yara raises an eyebrow.
Yamamoto blinks guilelessly.
Takahashi looks heavenward, suppressing a wince. "You're busy, aren't you."
"No, no, I think it's okay?" Yamamoto is maybe too quick to assure, waving his hands. "I mean we were, but not at the moment, we-"
Eda's voice bounces loudly down the hall outside. "So has the cornsnake eaten our little field mouse whole yet or what?"
"I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME THAT," Yamamoto shouts back.
Yara taps his foot, an unamused expression on his face. "You'll have to get Yone back for this trick, you realise, Ryu," he says.
Takahashi sighs. "No, I apologise. I should've known better." He sets Yara's wallet down just inside the door, before backing out and slamming it shut. "Turn back!" he shouts over to Eda. "Sound the alarm! Seek out the stylists! Yama-chan's hairmonster's eaten his head again!"
"Again?" Eda wails melodramatically. "Nooo! Sho-chan, where are the clippers? Or can we use your teeth?"
"Moron," Hayashi says, his voice the only one remaining at an acceptable indoors volume. "It's not like yours are any better…"
Their squabble fades back out down the hall, and Yara turns to find Yamamoto furiously trying to flatten his hair down into some semblance of not-monster, an embarrassed flush on his cheeks, his dimples out in such consternation that Yara can't help cracking a smile.
"Cute guys aren't they?" he says casually, shrugging into his shirt.
"Hey!" Yamamoto manages to look hurt on top of everything else. "I'm cuter though, aren't I?"
"You do have nicer teeth," Yara admits with a chuckle.
"Budou's pretty ugly," Yamamoto grins, tugging on his bangs and maybe willing them to stay down with the power of his mind. "Sho-kun and Tsu need braces, and Ryu-chan needs hair."
"Almost as much as Tsubasa does, lately," Yara agrees, neglecting in turn to say that Yamamoto needs a brain. "Maybe you should give him some of yours?"
"Hey!" Yamamoto exclaims, but then Yara smiles and Yamamoto forgets what he was supposed to be arguing about again.
For a moment, Yara regards him and tilts his head.
"…Yaracchi-nii?" Yamamoto tilts his head right back, and chews on his lower lip while doing up his fly and tucking his shirt in.
Yara grins, though the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes this time. "Treasure your ugly bandmates," he says. "Groups don't last forever."
Occasionally, some ugly mug gets himself suspended.
Occasionally, some other mug gets himself a favour or two returned, and suddenly ends up leading an eclectic dance troupe of moron kouhai in roach-kill commercials, leaving his contemporaries behind.
(Fact 5: In their line of work, just like any other, friendships are secondary.)
Slowly, Yamamoto nods. He gets it. Sort of. "I joined with Tsu, though," he says of Eda. "And they've paired us up for symmetry dances since forever, so even if Budou splits, or even MAD, I think we'll still be dancing with each other."
Yara chuckles, stretching. "I joined with Tackey and Tsubasa, you know," he says. "The three of us used to backdance together all the time, but look at them these days. Even them." Sometimes, nothing under the JE umbrella is a happy ending. "I'm just saying."
Yamamoto nods again, joining Yara on the floor for warm-ups. But his grin is back full-force because he's pretty sure he gets it this time. "We'll just have to keep on dancing with each other too, right?"
Yara glances up, brow raised. "Butoukan?"
Yamamoto rolls his eyes. "Us, Yaracchi-nii. Butoukan or no Butoukan. You'll still take me out riding and stuff, right? On your bike, and street-dancing with your friends, right?"
Yara glances aside for a moment, but can't help the smile tugging at his lips. "If you keep pestering me all the time, I won't really have a choice will I?"
"Nope~" Yamamoto grins his wide, dimple-dented smile. "Not even Johnny knows how to get rid of us MAD boys so easy."
And Yara has to laugh.
The idiot has a point.
[ OMAKE ]
gokiburi.59@docomo.ne.jp
you took my wallet, faggot.
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
Emergency handbrake.
Couldn't have you embarrassing MA in front of Nishikiori.
gokiburi.59@docomo.ne.jp
we were /done/ by the time Takahashi came in.
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
I generously told him to give you a few minutes.
gokiburi.59@docomo.ne.jp
you broke my lava lamp, too!
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
Go cry, Yaracchi. If you want a new one, give me your wallet back.
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
Btw, would you really rather take it from Akki?
gokiburi.59@docomo.ne.jp
no, Yone. I love only you.
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
You're disgusting.
gokiburi.59@docomo.ne.jp
piss off, ugly.
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
Maachin says hi.
gokiburi.59@docomo.ne.jp
I miss him too.
now go away.
teruteru244@docomo.ne.jp
See you around.
1- .59 can be read as ten-go-ku/heaven; gokiburi is of course 'cockroach'. i like to think that yone stole yara's phone and gave it to one of the kinki kids, who changed his mail address. and since it was kinki, yara couldn't change it back.
2- 244 reads "tsu-yo-shi", domoto yonehana's first name.
...I also took an unfortunate liking to the rest of They Budou [WU0709], while researching them in the process of this. *facepalm* They're cute, though. ;; And Takahashi needs hair is tall, lol. And also a dork. What kind of idol pulls that face after losing at janken? kjhkjhawe~ ♥ (Also in that second scan, Yamamoto's biceps. WTF.) They're all dorks. Except for Hayashi. But apparently he is a closet hentai, ahahaha. They can be seen a lot in Tsubasa's latest con, Dance and Rock~~~♪
Okay, I think I'm done. =v=