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Title: Daydream in Blue
Rating/Warnings: Rated WTF with a large dose of WHY? Although if you think this is bad...
Summary: I can't summarise this, its too genius-like too weird and you'd all probably shoot me. But it features more myu-boys than I've ever been able to cram into a single fic before. Oh and me did someone say the Tenimyu fandom had been MarySued? HA!
Author's Notes: Just... don't kill me, okay?
The audience had exhausted itself in applause and cheers, the performers ‘thank you’s lost in a sea of noise. Encore after encore had been and gone, the bows that had fanned the audience’s enthusiasm were over and the cheering petered out now there was no longer anyone to bestow it on.
All of which left three foreign fangirls in the middle of the theatre feeling excited, overwhelmed and more than a little sad. Gathering up their belongings along with the rest of the crowd they began to make their way towards the exits and had got so far as the foyer before one, the eldest of the three, suddenly stopped in her tracks causing a couple of Japanese fans to almost walk into her.
‘My umbrella! I left it under my seat. Wait for my outside, I’ll be back in a minute.’
Before either of her companions could stop her, she turned tail and hurried back into the emptying theatre.
It took longer than she’d anticipated to locate where they’d been sitting, the place looked so different without gaggles of fans gossiping excitedly and even when she did find the right row, trying to spot the black umbrella in the half-dark auditorium wasn’t easy. When at last she was able to straighten up, the offending item in her hand and her bag in the other, she finally realised that something wasn’t quite right. The house lights at the back of the theatre had been turned off, the stage itself was in near darkness and the only illumination came from the distant lights directly over head.
‘Ummm… hello?’ she called, looking round in a vain attempt to spot a member of staff. ‘Excuse me?’ she added in Japanese when her first call brought no answer. ‘I’m very sorry but….’ her limited language skills failed and in English again she called louder still, ‘Is anyone there?!’
Nothing.
Shoving the umbrella roughly into her bag, the girl muttered, ‘Crap,’ to herself in very clear English and began to make her way back to the aisle. She really didn’t want to run, but allowed herself to slip into a very brisk walk as she moved to the back of the theatre. Grabbing the door handle in a manner that really didn’t betray how panicked she was feeling (honest) she pulled hard and got precisely nowhere.
‘Oh… double crap.’
Trying the next door produced the same response, as did the third. Returning to the first she contemplated hammering on it to try and draw someone’s attention but something made her stop, made her pause and turn back to look at the stage. According to her watch it had only been fifteen or twenty minutes since people had started to leave, the backstage area should have people in it and while it wasn’t an ideal solution, she’d be bound to find a way to slip out… wouldn’t she?
Face burning with embarrassment she nevertheless marched determinedly down the shallow steps towards the empty stage. Climbing the stairs up onto the stage, the girl tightened her grip on her bag and exited stage left.
The darkness was deeper here and she stumbled over a couple of peculiarly shaped objects in the few minutes it took her to find the exit from the immediate backstage area into the corridors that fed it. By the time she’d gingerly made her way through that minor maze the girl was finding herself jumping at every noise, no matter how slight. If it had been an English theatre she had managed to get herself locked into then it wouldn’t have been so bad, embarrassing yes, but not like this. Here though, in a country where she barely spoke the language and understood even less if someone found her wandering backstage then what chance did she stand of being able to explain that she wasn’t up to anything sinister but was, in fact, really and genuinely lost? Her imagination, always a little too active at the best of times, began conjuring up scenarios of police station interiors and her desperately trying to explain that no, she hadn’t been planning to kidnap Tsuchiya Yuuichi or any of the other actors, no she wasn’t a stalker, no she wasn’t a thief, no she… and so it went on. Her internal voice of reason and common sense (which was almost as annoying as her soaring imagination) told her not to be so stupid, but that really, really didn’t help.
The corridor she’d finally found herself in was very plain, very quiet and thankfully, very empty. Some noise could be heard drifting lazily down from the far end, but there was also the option to turn left and therefore away from the noise just a few feet from where she’d found herself. She took it.
This corridor wasn’t much different from the other one but as far as she could tell it did lead in the right kind of direction. Turning left again (I must be facing the entrance hall by now, she told herself in an attempt at reassurance) the girl was just about to relax a little when two people stumbled through a doorway ahead of her, falling right into her path. Both were in Shinigami robes, both looked dishevelled and both were laughing.
She froze.
The shorter of the two pushed his friend into the wall opposite the door they’d exited so violently, with both his hands on the man’s chest. He was just leaning in to say something to his pinned companion when the taller man, still laughing, chanced to glance her way.
The smile was replaced by a look of surprise, which lasted for as long as it took for a grin to twitch back onto his face. He said something to his friend in Japanese, slinging an arm round the guy’s shoulders and steering them both down the corridor towards her.
It was embarrassing that her immediate reaction was to run, but how could she when her legs refused to move? Luckily her mouth had frozen stuck in a closed position rather than hanging open because the room beyond the door Tsuchiya Yuuichi and Nagayama Takashi had just fallen out of looked like less of a room and more of a cupboard and there was absolutely no way that two years worth of her own fiction could be right.
‘Hi!’ grinned Tuti, looking so enthusiastic and happy and… Tuti-ish that she couldn’t not respond no matter how weak and watery her own smile felt.
‘Hello,’ she replied.
Nagayama laughed again, and said something that sounded very polite and friendly but which she didn’t understand a syllable of.
Tuti seemed to realise this and through his smile he tried to look thoughtful as he attempted a translation, ‘How… where in here… lost you… ka,’ he added with an even bigger grin.
‘I’m lost,’ she agreed in English, adding a string of the politest apologies she could manage in Japanese because after all, if she was going to be embarrassed she might as well be polite about it.
Nagayama jabbed Tuti’s side as she apologised, saying something that she guessed meant that Tuti shouldn’t scare the poor girl, which prompted a poking battle that seemed more to do with trying to get their hands on the other than actually doing any damage.
She couldn’t help going red again. Fiction had nothing on this, on this ease they clearly had around each other and the completely straightforward way they seemed to interact. It also made her feel mildly guilty that she did write about them in the way she did, but given the way Tuti was not so discreetly trying to sneak a hand onto Nagayama’s backside without anyone noticing the guilt didn’t last long.
‘Err… excuse me? Could you help me… please?’ she hadn’t wanted to interrupt the affectionate display of what could just about be called friendship (if you had a very loose definition of the word), but she also needed to get back to her sister and their host and if the two actors forgot about her and started making out that definitely wouldn’t happen. Although at least it would prove that her favourite fandom was right and certain other groups of fans were deluding themselves and…
‘Sorry, sorry,’ Tuti apologised without looking sorry at all. He was on the verge of saying something else when another voice echoed in the corridor.
‘Tuti, Takashi,’ the voice called, adding on something that must have been a question and punctuating it was a deep laugh.
‘Ahh, Eiji!’ Tuti turned his grin on the newcomer, babbling something incomprehensible that made Eiji saunter over to the girl (who now felt more like an intruder than ever) and hold out his hand to her.
‘How do you do,’ Eiji said in barely recognisable English. ‘What is the name you are calling yourself? I am Moriyama Eiji.’
She had to bite down on her lower lip to stop herself from laughing because right now hysterical laughter was not a viable option. She shook his hand, distractedly noting that Eiji’s hand wasn’t much bigger than her own, and introduced herself so formally that the three actors grinned at her.
‘Welcome!’ Eiji cried enthusiastically, ‘We be taking care of you.’ The wink he added to the end of the sentence felt completely unnecessary and she really wished it didn’t make her blush more fervently than she was already doing - she was wearing enough red as it was.
‘Ne, ne, ne, Ei~ji!’ something energetic and loud bounded out of nowhere and hit Eiji in the side. It was thinner than him, pinker and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. When the new arrival turned to look at her though, all she could wonder was whether she was in the middle of the biggest cosmic joke ever.
Sano Daiki, beaming at her from ear to ear behind his pink shades, thwapped Eiji round the back of the head and gave him a list of what sounded like demands while he continued to hang off the other man’s arm.
‘Daiki-chan,’ whined Eiji in response, arm casually encircling the other man in what looked suspiciously like an embrace.
Daiki merely prattled on, waving his arms over his head and making the other actors laugh.
‘Excuse me, are you as lost as I think you are?’
Spinning round in relief the girl managed to say, ‘Oh thank goodness, someone who…’ before surprise silenced her.
This time she was less fortunate and embarrassment made her shut her mouth a few obvious seconds too late. To be fair though, it wasn’t often that you turned round to find a leather and silk clad Saito Takumi smiling at you while arm in arm with a very stylish looking Aoyagi Ruito. She had to do a double take, was Saito really wearing leather trousers or was this just her wishful thinking? And why was his shirt half unbuttoned like that?
‘Takumi-san?’ Aoyagi gave her a polite nod before turning to his companion. ‘You’re gonna help her, right?’
She could feel her brain trying to shut down under the onslaught of so many familiar and yet unfamiliar faces. These men she’d spent months… years admiring on assorted computer and television screens, whose blogs she’d followed and most of who had featured in something she’d dared to write at least once… and yet it only got worse. And fast.
Saito and Aoyagi had been followed by KenKen and Date. Trailing after them were Takuya and Aiba, engaged in loud conversation with Kujirai. Kotani, Kawai and Washimi had appeared from somewhere (Washimi was kind of hard to miss, least of all when he was wearing a lot of black). Then there was the fourth member of Pnish butting into the conversation that was being held over her shoulder, Washio Noberu appeared to be trying to detach Daiki from Eiji’s arm, unsuccessfully of course, and presumably saying something about letting the tired actors change back into their own clothes. Kimeru had waltzed into the centre of the group with Abe and Takigawa trailing in his wake and following after them were Endo and Yanagi. Two blurs that ran past, engaged in a frantic glowstick-powered duel, paused for long enough so that she could identify them as Mamo and Shunri before they sprinted off again. Zukki was tugging on Tuti’s sleeve, trying to introduce the distracted actor to Takiguchi while Nagayama made conversation with Adachi and Seto. Araki was talking to Takiguchi seeing as Zukki’s attempts to drag Tuti away from Nagayama were failing miserable and they were all being watched by a grinning Wada who was leaning against the nearest wall. And then there was Kazuki, with one hand on Saito’s shoulder, leaning in to see what was happening with an irresistible smile and a helpful suggestion while Shirota spouted off something in English that was lost amongst the general hubbub of noise.
In the middle of all this, the poor English girl looked round in complete bewilderment and wondered just what the hell she’d fallen into.
Finally someone, and again it was Saito, said, ‘What can we do to help?’
Half the gaggle of actors shut up for long enough that the other half could be heard asking something that might have been, ‘yeah what can we do to help?’ or alternatively was, ‘when’s dinner I’m starving.’
‘I’m really sorry, I’m lost, I left something in the theatre but when I tried to get out I found that the doors were locked and I need to find my sister and the friend I’m staying with, I’m so sorry for the inconvenience but if you could just show me the way out then I… I…’ the explanation came out in a rush that could only be sustained for so long before she ran out of breath. Being the centre of attention of such a large group was more than a little overwhelming and for all that she felt like she should be enjoying it, part of her felt that it was just too much for her to possibly be able to take in let alone make the most of.
Saito’s smile was thankfully very reassuring (and knee-meltingly sexy) and he repeated what she’d said in loud Japanese for their bizarre audience.
‘Someone should be sent to go find your friend and your sister, I think,’ Saito told her. ‘Hai… Souta?’
Aoyama Souta pushed his way into her line of vision, shot her a grin and asked, ‘Sister…where?’
She pointed in what she thought was the rough direction of the foyer and tried to describe her younger sibling using her limited vocabulary. Eventually she fished out her phone and flipped it open, calling up a squashed picture of her beaming sister and showing it to the volunteer.
‘Hai, hai,’ Souta grinned again and sprinted off down the corridor.
‘I think you dropped something,’ Saito added, dragging her attention away from the disappearing Souta and back to the present because Gomoto Naoya had appeared, his left cheek still bearing the number 69 even if the rest of him looked like it belonged to Tokyo rather than Soul Society. In the dishevelled actor’s hand was a photograph the girl recognised as one that really shouldn’t have been in her bag to begin with and as he pointed at it, she didn’t need Saito’s translation to guess what he was saying. ‘Eli… she lives in North Carolina,’ she explained, ‘American.’
Naoya said something and offered her the photo back, which she accepted with the wish that she knew why Naoya’s comment had made his friends snicker and elbow him suggestively.
Trying to make polite conversation with the surrounding actors was clearly going to be a problem seeing as most of them could only speak a few words of English. Saito and Shirota did most of the talking but nothing they said was enough to distract her from what was happening in the surrounding area.
Tuti was almost impossible not to look at, his hand had ended up on Nagayama’s shoulder, the shorter man tucked in so close against Tuti’s side that the only appropriate word she could think of was that they were snuggling. Zukki and Seto were both talking at them but Nagayama’s face had a slightly dreamy expression on it that she suspected had something to do with the way Tuti’s hand was moving ever so slightly over his shoulder muscles.
Eiji and Daiki weren’t much better, although they looked a little more casual about it apart from when Eiji chose to bestow the cutest smile she’d ever witnessed on a pouting Daiki. It melted Daiki’s objection or complaint or whatever had caused the problem and brought out a grin that promptly stole the prize for Cutest Thing Ever.
Yanagi had made his way through the crowd to talk to her and he was trying to explain just how it was that the entire first generation of Seigaku and the second along with most of Hyotei happened to have been in the audience tonight. Unfortunately she was only able to concentrate on the smaller boy for long enough to catch snippets, ‘… Shirotan was the one who called me up but he was going to sit with Kato-san and Kato only had two tickets in the back row. Fine for them, they’re tall enough to see over people but what about me? Yuyan had nothing else to do so I bribed him into coming with me and that was before Kime emailed me… Aiba and Kuji haven’t seen most of us for ages and as it was the last run Aiba-kun wanted to support Takashi - you know they did a play together right? … Takumi-san’s only here because Daiki-chan told him to buy tickets and Ruirui - is he your date Takumi-san? … Wasshi had to come to keep Daiki-chan company, Eiji-san told him he wasn’t allowed to come on his own in case he joined in with one of Renji’s songs because he’s learnt all the words… I didn’t realise Souta was here until Yuyan spotted him in the interval, I think Naoya got him a ticket and told him Kime was coming… Kenn’s around here somewhere, hey Kenta! Where’s Kenn gone?...’
And so it went on. Snippets of Saito’s conversation filtered through, as did the interjections of Shirota into Yanagi’s monologue, Endo occasionally added things too although his English wasn’t quite so good. Mamo and Shunri had reappeared with the glowsticks now serving as dinner rather than weapons. Aiba and Takuya appeared to be having a friendly argument about something while Kazuki simply laughed at them. And then her attention was stolen by yet another new arrival because Eiki had shown up with Ohkuchi in tow, asking what all the fuss was about. When he was introduced to her (and her to him) he immediately grabbed at his knees and pretended to almost fall over in shock while Ohkuchi laughed at him and Nagayama attempted a sleepy imitation.
Into this loud, chaotic mess did Aoyama Souta return with two confused English girls, one of whom was almost as tall as he was and the other was carrying a Hellsing bag. The reunion was a brief relief from the insanity because then it was the turn of the new arrivals to be questioned in broken English and before she knew what was happening, the lost English girl’s sister was deep in conversation with Souta and Shirota and Ohkuchi appeared to be chatting up her friend.
With a sigh, Dria gave a mental shrug. What the hell, she thought, let’s just enjoy this. So she turned back to Saito and started talking to him properly.
End
Think I my OC comes across as too calm given the circumstances? Well shush, because that's how I react to surprises/crises/pretty much anything. The other two btw, are my sister (crazy_squirtle) and my friend who will soon be in Japan (later_uk).
And that would be what I did at work today XD
Title: Daydream in Blue
Rating/Warnings: Rated WTF with a large dose of WHY? Although if you think this is bad...
Summary: I can't summarise this, its too genius-like too weird and you'd all probably shoot me. But it features more myu-boys than I've ever been able to cram into a single fic before. Oh and me did someone say the Tenimyu fandom had been MarySued? HA!
Author's Notes: Just... don't kill me, okay?
The audience had exhausted itself in applause and cheers, the performers ‘thank you’s lost in a sea of noise. Encore after encore had been and gone, the bows that had fanned the audience’s enthusiasm were over and the cheering petered out now there was no longer anyone to bestow it on.
All of which left three foreign fangirls in the middle of the theatre feeling excited, overwhelmed and more than a little sad. Gathering up their belongings along with the rest of the crowd they began to make their way towards the exits and had got so far as the foyer before one, the eldest of the three, suddenly stopped in her tracks causing a couple of Japanese fans to almost walk into her.
‘My umbrella! I left it under my seat. Wait for my outside, I’ll be back in a minute.’
Before either of her companions could stop her, she turned tail and hurried back into the emptying theatre.
It took longer than she’d anticipated to locate where they’d been sitting, the place looked so different without gaggles of fans gossiping excitedly and even when she did find the right row, trying to spot the black umbrella in the half-dark auditorium wasn’t easy. When at last she was able to straighten up, the offending item in her hand and her bag in the other, she finally realised that something wasn’t quite right. The house lights at the back of the theatre had been turned off, the stage itself was in near darkness and the only illumination came from the distant lights directly over head.
‘Ummm… hello?’ she called, looking round in a vain attempt to spot a member of staff. ‘Excuse me?’ she added in Japanese when her first call brought no answer. ‘I’m very sorry but….’ her limited language skills failed and in English again she called louder still, ‘Is anyone there?!’
Nothing.
Shoving the umbrella roughly into her bag, the girl muttered, ‘Crap,’ to herself in very clear English and began to make her way back to the aisle. She really didn’t want to run, but allowed herself to slip into a very brisk walk as she moved to the back of the theatre. Grabbing the door handle in a manner that really didn’t betray how panicked she was feeling (honest) she pulled hard and got precisely nowhere.
‘Oh… double crap.’
Trying the next door produced the same response, as did the third. Returning to the first she contemplated hammering on it to try and draw someone’s attention but something made her stop, made her pause and turn back to look at the stage. According to her watch it had only been fifteen or twenty minutes since people had started to leave, the backstage area should have people in it and while it wasn’t an ideal solution, she’d be bound to find a way to slip out… wouldn’t she?
Face burning with embarrassment she nevertheless marched determinedly down the shallow steps towards the empty stage. Climbing the stairs up onto the stage, the girl tightened her grip on her bag and exited stage left.
The darkness was deeper here and she stumbled over a couple of peculiarly shaped objects in the few minutes it took her to find the exit from the immediate backstage area into the corridors that fed it. By the time she’d gingerly made her way through that minor maze the girl was finding herself jumping at every noise, no matter how slight. If it had been an English theatre she had managed to get herself locked into then it wouldn’t have been so bad, embarrassing yes, but not like this. Here though, in a country where she barely spoke the language and understood even less if someone found her wandering backstage then what chance did she stand of being able to explain that she wasn’t up to anything sinister but was, in fact, really and genuinely lost? Her imagination, always a little too active at the best of times, began conjuring up scenarios of police station interiors and her desperately trying to explain that no, she hadn’t been planning to kidnap Tsuchiya Yuuichi or any of the other actors, no she wasn’t a stalker, no she wasn’t a thief, no she… and so it went on. Her internal voice of reason and common sense (which was almost as annoying as her soaring imagination) told her not to be so stupid, but that really, really didn’t help.
The corridor she’d finally found herself in was very plain, very quiet and thankfully, very empty. Some noise could be heard drifting lazily down from the far end, but there was also the option to turn left and therefore away from the noise just a few feet from where she’d found herself. She took it.
This corridor wasn’t much different from the other one but as far as she could tell it did lead in the right kind of direction. Turning left again (I must be facing the entrance hall by now, she told herself in an attempt at reassurance) the girl was just about to relax a little when two people stumbled through a doorway ahead of her, falling right into her path. Both were in Shinigami robes, both looked dishevelled and both were laughing.
She froze.
The shorter of the two pushed his friend into the wall opposite the door they’d exited so violently, with both his hands on the man’s chest. He was just leaning in to say something to his pinned companion when the taller man, still laughing, chanced to glance her way.
The smile was replaced by a look of surprise, which lasted for as long as it took for a grin to twitch back onto his face. He said something to his friend in Japanese, slinging an arm round the guy’s shoulders and steering them both down the corridor towards her.
It was embarrassing that her immediate reaction was to run, but how could she when her legs refused to move? Luckily her mouth had frozen stuck in a closed position rather than hanging open because the room beyond the door Tsuchiya Yuuichi and Nagayama Takashi had just fallen out of looked like less of a room and more of a cupboard and there was absolutely no way that two years worth of her own fiction could be right.
‘Hi!’ grinned Tuti, looking so enthusiastic and happy and… Tuti-ish that she couldn’t not respond no matter how weak and watery her own smile felt.
‘Hello,’ she replied.
Nagayama laughed again, and said something that sounded very polite and friendly but which she didn’t understand a syllable of.
Tuti seemed to realise this and through his smile he tried to look thoughtful as he attempted a translation, ‘How… where in here… lost you… ka,’ he added with an even bigger grin.
‘I’m lost,’ she agreed in English, adding a string of the politest apologies she could manage in Japanese because after all, if she was going to be embarrassed she might as well be polite about it.
Nagayama jabbed Tuti’s side as she apologised, saying something that she guessed meant that Tuti shouldn’t scare the poor girl, which prompted a poking battle that seemed more to do with trying to get their hands on the other than actually doing any damage.
She couldn’t help going red again. Fiction had nothing on this, on this ease they clearly had around each other and the completely straightforward way they seemed to interact. It also made her feel mildly guilty that she did write about them in the way she did, but given the way Tuti was not so discreetly trying to sneak a hand onto Nagayama’s backside without anyone noticing the guilt didn’t last long.
‘Err… excuse me? Could you help me… please?’ she hadn’t wanted to interrupt the affectionate display of what could just about be called friendship (if you had a very loose definition of the word), but she also needed to get back to her sister and their host and if the two actors forgot about her and started making out that definitely wouldn’t happen. Although at least it would prove that her favourite fandom was right and certain other groups of fans were deluding themselves and…
‘Sorry, sorry,’ Tuti apologised without looking sorry at all. He was on the verge of saying something else when another voice echoed in the corridor.
‘Tuti, Takashi,’ the voice called, adding on something that must have been a question and punctuating it was a deep laugh.
‘Ahh, Eiji!’ Tuti turned his grin on the newcomer, babbling something incomprehensible that made Eiji saunter over to the girl (who now felt more like an intruder than ever) and hold out his hand to her.
‘How do you do,’ Eiji said in barely recognisable English. ‘What is the name you are calling yourself? I am Moriyama Eiji.’
She had to bite down on her lower lip to stop herself from laughing because right now hysterical laughter was not a viable option. She shook his hand, distractedly noting that Eiji’s hand wasn’t much bigger than her own, and introduced herself so formally that the three actors grinned at her.
‘Welcome!’ Eiji cried enthusiastically, ‘We be taking care of you.’ The wink he added to the end of the sentence felt completely unnecessary and she really wished it didn’t make her blush more fervently than she was already doing - she was wearing enough red as it was.
‘Ne, ne, ne, Ei~ji!’ something energetic and loud bounded out of nowhere and hit Eiji in the side. It was thinner than him, pinker and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. When the new arrival turned to look at her though, all she could wonder was whether she was in the middle of the biggest cosmic joke ever.
Sano Daiki, beaming at her from ear to ear behind his pink shades, thwapped Eiji round the back of the head and gave him a list of what sounded like demands while he continued to hang off the other man’s arm.
‘Daiki-chan,’ whined Eiji in response, arm casually encircling the other man in what looked suspiciously like an embrace.
Daiki merely prattled on, waving his arms over his head and making the other actors laugh.
‘Excuse me, are you as lost as I think you are?’
Spinning round in relief the girl managed to say, ‘Oh thank goodness, someone who…’ before surprise silenced her.
This time she was less fortunate and embarrassment made her shut her mouth a few obvious seconds too late. To be fair though, it wasn’t often that you turned round to find a leather and silk clad Saito Takumi smiling at you while arm in arm with a very stylish looking Aoyagi Ruito. She had to do a double take, was Saito really wearing leather trousers or was this just her wishful thinking? And why was his shirt half unbuttoned like that?
‘Takumi-san?’ Aoyagi gave her a polite nod before turning to his companion. ‘You’re gonna help her, right?’
She could feel her brain trying to shut down under the onslaught of so many familiar and yet unfamiliar faces. These men she’d spent months… years admiring on assorted computer and television screens, whose blogs she’d followed and most of who had featured in something she’d dared to write at least once… and yet it only got worse. And fast.
Saito and Aoyagi had been followed by KenKen and Date. Trailing after them were Takuya and Aiba, engaged in loud conversation with Kujirai. Kotani, Kawai and Washimi had appeared from somewhere (Washimi was kind of hard to miss, least of all when he was wearing a lot of black). Then there was the fourth member of Pnish butting into the conversation that was being held over her shoulder, Washio Noberu appeared to be trying to detach Daiki from Eiji’s arm, unsuccessfully of course, and presumably saying something about letting the tired actors change back into their own clothes. Kimeru had waltzed into the centre of the group with Abe and Takigawa trailing in his wake and following after them were Endo and Yanagi. Two blurs that ran past, engaged in a frantic glowstick-powered duel, paused for long enough so that she could identify them as Mamo and Shunri before they sprinted off again. Zukki was tugging on Tuti’s sleeve, trying to introduce the distracted actor to Takiguchi while Nagayama made conversation with Adachi and Seto. Araki was talking to Takiguchi seeing as Zukki’s attempts to drag Tuti away from Nagayama were failing miserable and they were all being watched by a grinning Wada who was leaning against the nearest wall. And then there was Kazuki, with one hand on Saito’s shoulder, leaning in to see what was happening with an irresistible smile and a helpful suggestion while Shirota spouted off something in English that was lost amongst the general hubbub of noise.
In the middle of all this, the poor English girl looked round in complete bewilderment and wondered just what the hell she’d fallen into.
Finally someone, and again it was Saito, said, ‘What can we do to help?’
Half the gaggle of actors shut up for long enough that the other half could be heard asking something that might have been, ‘yeah what can we do to help?’ or alternatively was, ‘when’s dinner I’m starving.’
‘I’m really sorry, I’m lost, I left something in the theatre but when I tried to get out I found that the doors were locked and I need to find my sister and the friend I’m staying with, I’m so sorry for the inconvenience but if you could just show me the way out then I… I…’ the explanation came out in a rush that could only be sustained for so long before she ran out of breath. Being the centre of attention of such a large group was more than a little overwhelming and for all that she felt like she should be enjoying it, part of her felt that it was just too much for her to possibly be able to take in let alone make the most of.
Saito’s smile was thankfully very reassuring (and knee-meltingly sexy) and he repeated what she’d said in loud Japanese for their bizarre audience.
‘Someone should be sent to go find your friend and your sister, I think,’ Saito told her. ‘Hai… Souta?’
Aoyama Souta pushed his way into her line of vision, shot her a grin and asked, ‘Sister…where?’
She pointed in what she thought was the rough direction of the foyer and tried to describe her younger sibling using her limited vocabulary. Eventually she fished out her phone and flipped it open, calling up a squashed picture of her beaming sister and showing it to the volunteer.
‘Hai, hai,’ Souta grinned again and sprinted off down the corridor.
‘I think you dropped something,’ Saito added, dragging her attention away from the disappearing Souta and back to the present because Gomoto Naoya had appeared, his left cheek still bearing the number 69 even if the rest of him looked like it belonged to Tokyo rather than Soul Society. In the dishevelled actor’s hand was a photograph the girl recognised as one that really shouldn’t have been in her bag to begin with and as he pointed at it, she didn’t need Saito’s translation to guess what he was saying. ‘Eli… she lives in North Carolina,’ she explained, ‘American.’
Naoya said something and offered her the photo back, which she accepted with the wish that she knew why Naoya’s comment had made his friends snicker and elbow him suggestively.
Trying to make polite conversation with the surrounding actors was clearly going to be a problem seeing as most of them could only speak a few words of English. Saito and Shirota did most of the talking but nothing they said was enough to distract her from what was happening in the surrounding area.
Tuti was almost impossible not to look at, his hand had ended up on Nagayama’s shoulder, the shorter man tucked in so close against Tuti’s side that the only appropriate word she could think of was that they were snuggling. Zukki and Seto were both talking at them but Nagayama’s face had a slightly dreamy expression on it that she suspected had something to do with the way Tuti’s hand was moving ever so slightly over his shoulder muscles.
Eiji and Daiki weren’t much better, although they looked a little more casual about it apart from when Eiji chose to bestow the cutest smile she’d ever witnessed on a pouting Daiki. It melted Daiki’s objection or complaint or whatever had caused the problem and brought out a grin that promptly stole the prize for Cutest Thing Ever.
Yanagi had made his way through the crowd to talk to her and he was trying to explain just how it was that the entire first generation of Seigaku and the second along with most of Hyotei happened to have been in the audience tonight. Unfortunately she was only able to concentrate on the smaller boy for long enough to catch snippets, ‘… Shirotan was the one who called me up but he was going to sit with Kato-san and Kato only had two tickets in the back row. Fine for them, they’re tall enough to see over people but what about me? Yuyan had nothing else to do so I bribed him into coming with me and that was before Kime emailed me… Aiba and Kuji haven’t seen most of us for ages and as it was the last run Aiba-kun wanted to support Takashi - you know they did a play together right? … Takumi-san’s only here because Daiki-chan told him to buy tickets and Ruirui - is he your date Takumi-san? … Wasshi had to come to keep Daiki-chan company, Eiji-san told him he wasn’t allowed to come on his own in case he joined in with one of Renji’s songs because he’s learnt all the words… I didn’t realise Souta was here until Yuyan spotted him in the interval, I think Naoya got him a ticket and told him Kime was coming… Kenn’s around here somewhere, hey Kenta! Where’s Kenn gone?...’
And so it went on. Snippets of Saito’s conversation filtered through, as did the interjections of Shirota into Yanagi’s monologue, Endo occasionally added things too although his English wasn’t quite so good. Mamo and Shunri had reappeared with the glowsticks now serving as dinner rather than weapons. Aiba and Takuya appeared to be having a friendly argument about something while Kazuki simply laughed at them. And then her attention was stolen by yet another new arrival because Eiki had shown up with Ohkuchi in tow, asking what all the fuss was about. When he was introduced to her (and her to him) he immediately grabbed at his knees and pretended to almost fall over in shock while Ohkuchi laughed at him and Nagayama attempted a sleepy imitation.
Into this loud, chaotic mess did Aoyama Souta return with two confused English girls, one of whom was almost as tall as he was and the other was carrying a Hellsing bag. The reunion was a brief relief from the insanity because then it was the turn of the new arrivals to be questioned in broken English and before she knew what was happening, the lost English girl’s sister was deep in conversation with Souta and Shirota and Ohkuchi appeared to be chatting up her friend.
With a sigh, Dria gave a mental shrug. What the hell, she thought, let’s just enjoy this. So she turned back to Saito and started talking to him properly.
End
Think I my OC comes across as too calm given the circumstances? Well shush, because that's how I react to surprises/crises/pretty much anything. The other two btw, are my sister (crazy_squirtle) and my friend who will soon be in Japan (later_uk).
And that would be what I did at work today XD