Always
Title: Always
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kamenashi/Taguchi
A/N: Written for luv_teira_451
Prompt: "Just the fact that you'll be by my side in hard times makes me happy"
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Kamenashi stared down at the sleeping form of Taguchi, smooth skin, soft lines contouring the hard edges of his face, and the interesting line of stubble that had just grown in the past few hours. It was a face worth cherishing.
He wasn’t quite sure when any of it had begun, although he was positive it had been almost from the start.
The long drawnout silences in the dressing rooms, often only broken by Taguchi’s attempt at a joke or by his obnoxious yells of ‘Yatta!’ when he managed to break a record in his handheld.
There were other times too.
One of the worst periods in Kamenashi's life, overworked and simply hated. Kamenashi could barely walk across any stage without hearing a loud boo from the audience, and he could hardly even walk out of his house without hearing a few pairs of high-heels clacking on the pavement a few strides behind him.
Stalkers and angry fans plagued Kamenashi everywhere he went, with jeers crying out for his death and large angry signs that called for his immediate dismissal of the group.
Kamenashi could hardly bear to spend a moment in the rooms with his bandmates, noting the pitying looks he was getting from all ends, and even the rather touching action from Jin onstage.
“giri giri de itsumo ikite itai kara
saa Umoi”*
“I’m on Kamenashi’s side today,” Jin had whispered huskily into the microphone, glaring out to the onslaught of light in defiance.
Kamenashi had just about broken down right then and there, had he not felt the soft hand on his back, and turned to see Taguchi’s sweet grin, and heard the whisper of, “We’re all on Kame’s side.”
It had been in Taguchi’s arms that Kamenashi had found a solace from the crowd, wholeheartedly diving into the boys lanky arms and letting his long held tears fall.
It was Taguchi who had silently brought out a few extra snacks, and handed them out to the general group, and left a few extra packets of pocky in Kamenashi’s jacket. The only answer given being “Pocky will make you less ‘poke-y’”
When Jin had broke the news of his new studies abroad it was Taguchi who had managed to keep Koki from throwing a garbage can at the boys head.
It was Taguchi who managed to help Nakamaru pacify a benevolent Ueda.
And it was Taguchi who had simply sat and listened to Kamenashi’s complaints, heard Kamenashi’s explosion of anger, allowed Kamenashi to breakdown into a tantrum the former had scarcely ever allowed in himself.
Taguchi alone seemed able to give not just Kamenashi, but the entire group a thousand watt smile the morning of their dreaded press conference.
And it was the smiling man who kept things grounded when Jin broke into the group again.
With a few well placed and god-awful puns, and a stupidly cute grin, Taguchi seemed to breeze right through the long and rather emotional discussion of Jin’s return and promise to work harder and stick together.
And when that particular promise was broken only years later Taguchi stringently waved good-bye with a small smile and whispered ‘Good luck!’.
The press conference that left Kamenashi shaking, Koki biting back tears and leaving both Nakamaru and Ueda uncharacteristically silent, had left Taguchi with a poignant frown and rather hard glare at the ground.
It was one time Taguchi couldn’t give that reassuring smile, just once when Taguchi could barely look anyone in the eye, much to preoccupied at starring at the blank screen of his phone.
Still, even through his own disappointment, Taguchi had come to Kamenashi and given the younger man a shoulder to lean on, an ear to whisper to.
And it was now that Kamenashi was able to stare down at the lovely face of his lover, cofidant, friend, and protector.
Always there, with a smile and lame joke if needed.
“What are you smiling about?” Taguchi mumbled, opening his eyes and staring up at Kamenashi’s smiling face.
“I’m…just happy,” Kamenashi replied softly.
Taguchi grinned, “about what?” he asked, as captured Kamenashi’s hand in his own, and held it on his bare chest, enjoying the lovely tingles he managed to produce in the younger man.
Kamenashi nuzzled into the crook of Taguchi’s neck, placing a light kiss in the man’s neck, before whispering “that you’re here.”
Taguchi held Kamenashi closer, kissed his hair, “Always,” he promised.
Fin
Author's Note: I hope you liked it luv_teira_451 and I hope everyone else liked it.
Written just in time for Taguchi's Birthday! So Happy Birthday to one of my favorite Johnny's!
And as a side note, my Request post is still open, if anyone would like to leave a request as well.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kamenashi/Taguchi
A/N: Written for luv_teira_451
Prompt: "Just the fact that you'll be by my side in hard times makes me happy"
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Kamenashi stared down at the sleeping form of Taguchi, smooth skin, soft lines contouring the hard edges of his face, and the interesting line of stubble that had just grown in the past few hours. It was a face worth cherishing.
He wasn’t quite sure when any of it had begun, although he was positive it had been almost from the start.
The long drawnout silences in the dressing rooms, often only broken by Taguchi’s attempt at a joke or by his obnoxious yells of ‘Yatta!’ when he managed to break a record in his handheld.
There were other times too.
One of the worst periods in Kamenashi's life, overworked and simply hated. Kamenashi could barely walk across any stage without hearing a loud boo from the audience, and he could hardly even walk out of his house without hearing a few pairs of high-heels clacking on the pavement a few strides behind him.
Stalkers and angry fans plagued Kamenashi everywhere he went, with jeers crying out for his death and large angry signs that called for his immediate dismissal of the group.
Kamenashi could hardly bear to spend a moment in the rooms with his bandmates, noting the pitying looks he was getting from all ends, and even the rather touching action from Jin onstage.
“giri giri de itsumo ikite itai kara
saa Umoi”*
“I’m on Kamenashi’s side today,” Jin had whispered huskily into the microphone, glaring out to the onslaught of light in defiance.
Kamenashi had just about broken down right then and there, had he not felt the soft hand on his back, and turned to see Taguchi’s sweet grin, and heard the whisper of, “We’re all on Kame’s side.”
It had been in Taguchi’s arms that Kamenashi had found a solace from the crowd, wholeheartedly diving into the boys lanky arms and letting his long held tears fall.
It was Taguchi who had silently brought out a few extra snacks, and handed them out to the general group, and left a few extra packets of pocky in Kamenashi’s jacket. The only answer given being “Pocky will make you less ‘poke-y’”
When Jin had broke the news of his new studies abroad it was Taguchi who had managed to keep Koki from throwing a garbage can at the boys head.
It was Taguchi who managed to help Nakamaru pacify a benevolent Ueda.
And it was Taguchi who had simply sat and listened to Kamenashi’s complaints, heard Kamenashi’s explosion of anger, allowed Kamenashi to breakdown into a tantrum the former had scarcely ever allowed in himself.
Taguchi alone seemed able to give not just Kamenashi, but the entire group a thousand watt smile the morning of their dreaded press conference.
And it was the smiling man who kept things grounded when Jin broke into the group again.
With a few well placed and god-awful puns, and a stupidly cute grin, Taguchi seemed to breeze right through the long and rather emotional discussion of Jin’s return and promise to work harder and stick together.
And when that particular promise was broken only years later Taguchi stringently waved good-bye with a small smile and whispered ‘Good luck!’.
The press conference that left Kamenashi shaking, Koki biting back tears and leaving both Nakamaru and Ueda uncharacteristically silent, had left Taguchi with a poignant frown and rather hard glare at the ground.
It was one time Taguchi couldn’t give that reassuring smile, just once when Taguchi could barely look anyone in the eye, much to preoccupied at starring at the blank screen of his phone.
Still, even through his own disappointment, Taguchi had come to Kamenashi and given the younger man a shoulder to lean on, an ear to whisper to.
And it was now that Kamenashi was able to stare down at the lovely face of his lover, cofidant, friend, and protector.
Always there, with a smile and lame joke if needed.
“What are you smiling about?” Taguchi mumbled, opening his eyes and staring up at Kamenashi’s smiling face.
“I’m…just happy,” Kamenashi replied softly.
Taguchi grinned, “about what?” he asked, as captured Kamenashi’s hand in his own, and held it on his bare chest, enjoying the lovely tingles he managed to produce in the younger man.
Kamenashi nuzzled into the crook of Taguchi’s neck, placing a light kiss in the man’s neck, before whispering “that you’re here.”
Taguchi held Kamenashi closer, kissed his hair, “Always,” he promised.
Fin
Author's Note: I hope you liked it luv_teira_451 and I hope everyone else liked it.
Written just in time for Taguchi's Birthday! So Happy Birthday to one of my favorite Johnny's!
And as a side note, my Request post is still open, if anyone would like to leave a request as well.