Title: My Journal: Rainbow
Group/pairing: NEWS (RyoTego)
Prompt: #37 Rainbow
je_promptsWord Count: approximately 1,170 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Tegoshi wrote about what he thinks of Ryo.
Disclaimer: Ryo’s mine, and Tegoshi is Ryo’s. So in that way, they’re both mine, right? *grins*
Notes: This fic was supposed to be fluff+crack, but well, I failed. Written as from Tegoshi’s POV. Un-betaed because I’m too lazy.
Banner made by me ^.^
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Yesterday, I went out with the rest of NEWS. We went to the amusement park. We were lucky because there weren’t many people, only a few fans came and asked for autographs. Massu bought cotton candies for each of us. Of course, Massu bought extra for himself. We entered the haunted house. I’m not scared of the dark, so it wasn’t that scary. We all laughed at Shige and Kei-chan because they both shouted and screamed whenever ghosts jump or booed at them. When we exited, Kei-chan was clinging onto Shige (like always), his face as white as a sheet. XDD
After that, it started to rain heavily. We had to rush into the game booths to seek for shelter. Yamapi brought an umbrella with him, but it’s only enough to cover him alone, so we couldn’t go back home and had to stay until the rain stops. Meanwhile, I played the dart game with Shige and Kei-chan. Shige got a hit and received a big bear plushy. He gave the bear to Kei-chan. The two are so cute together, ne. ^_^
After a while, the rain stopped and sun started to shine again, Yamapi suggested that we ride on the roller coaster. At first, I was scared and hesitated, but when Ryo-tan said that everything is going to be fine, I agreed. Even on the roller coaster, Massu was still eating his cotton candies, with Yamapi sitting beside him. Kei-chan sat beside Shige and Ryo-tan was next to me. When the seatbelts were fastened, my heart skipped a beat. It was my first time riding on a roller coaster. Ryo-tan knew that I’m really scared of heights, so he held my hand and smiled at me.
The ride started. Kei-chan was screaming like mad behind us, and Massu almost choked. Ryo-tan’s expression was funny; he was smiling and frowning at the same time. When we stopped on the peak of the track, I didn’t dare to look down, so I looked up, and I saw something in the sky. Rainbow. I can only get a glimpse of it because the next thing I know, we were already plunging down the track. But that split second moment was so blissful; the rainbow was so pretty. The spectrum of 7 bright colors, hidden behind cotton of clouds, shining under the sun. After I saw that rainbow, all my fears were washed away. When the ride ended, I was smiling. I smiled because I managed to overcome my fear of height.
For me, Ryo-tan is like the rainbow. You can see the sweet side of him very rarely, but once you see it, you’ll get addicted. You’re willing to do anything, just to see it again. The rainbow can give you a happy and sad feeling. It’s too beautiful; it’s sad because you don’t know when you can see it again. I know, whenever Ryo-tan makes use of his sharp tongue, someone will get hurt. But for me, he did that because he cares. Everytime he scolds Massu for eating too much, Shige because he’s too engrossed with his law book, Yamapi for skipping his breakfast, Kei-chan because he spent too much time on his game console, and scolding me for practicing singing too often; I know he cares.
Now, when I see Ryo-tan, I will recall the moment I saw the rainbow, the moment I reached my hands out into the sky. I really loved the rainbow. And I love Ryo-tan, too. <3
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“Ne, Tegonyan. What are you doing?” Ryo plopped down on the seat next to Tegoshi in NEWS dressing room. Tegoshi was busy typing away on his laptop while Koyama and Shige were playing cards at one corner of the room. Yamapi and Massu were not in.
“Nothing, Ryo-tan. Just writing something for my journal.” Tegoshi answered.
“Journal, huh? Can I read it?”
“Sure, go ahead.” Tegoshi shifted in his seat and adjusted the laptop so that it is now facing them both.
Ryo stared at the screen. And blinked.
“Umm, Tegonyan. It’s in…. English?” Ryo frowned.
“Yeah. I typed it in English because I want to improve my vocabulary, right, Shige?” Tegoshi looked at Shige who just nodded in return.
“Un. You know, more people will read your journal if it’s written in English. Did you friend-locked your journal?” Shige asked. Tegoshi shook his head.
“So, how am I going to read this? You know I suck at English.” Ryo raised his eyebrow questioningly.
“That’s too bad. I don’t want to waste my time translating it into Japanese just for YOU, Ryo-tan. Gomen, ne.” Tegoshi patted Ryo’s shoulder and got up. “Besides, you really don’t want to read it.” Tegoshi leaned in and whispered, “It’s private.”Then he walked towards Koyama and Shige, leaving Ryo confused.
“Ne, Tesshi. Did you write any smut about me and Shige?” Koyama asked eagerly. Shige smacked him on the head.
Tegoshi laughed. “No, Kei-chan. I’m not a crazy-high-imagination-fan girl. I just wrote some normal stuffs about my real life. Our real life.”
“Oh, I see.” Koyama sighed. “But I really want to read more fics, ne. Especially about us.” He winked at Shige.
Koyama received yet another smack for that.
“Mou!” Koyama pouted. “I’m totally going to write bad things about you today, Shige!”
“ARGHHH WHAT’S WITH EVERYONE WRITING THIS,” Ryo paused for a while to look at the laptop “LIVEJOURNAL THING OH MY GOD IT’S DRIVING ME NUTS.”
“ You don’t have a LiveJournal?
“No.”
Shige giggled. Laughed. Actually he broke into a hysterical laughter. “People who don’t have LJ are like naked people without clothes.” Shige slapped Koyama’s hand that was crawling up on his thigh, ignoring the horny look on Koyama’s face. “Even this baka here have LJ,” Shige pointed at Koyama. Koyama grinned stupidly and nodded a few times.
“You mean everyone have it except for ME?” Ryo squeaked, obviously getting pissed off.
“Apparently, yes.” Shige confirmed.
“OKAY THAT’S IT SHIGE COME HERE AND TRANSLATE THIS THING FOR ME OR I’LL BREAK YOUR BOYFRIEND’S NECK OFF.”
“Wuarghh!! I love my neck!!” Koyama burst out of the room.
Shige and Tegoshi walked towards Ryo. Then, Shige began reading the entry.
“You know, Tegoshi, you sounded superior in here, the ‘I’m not scared’ part. AND YOU WROTE ABOUT ME SCREAMING WHAT THE?!” Shige’s eyes went wide.
“Oh come on, Shige. No one’s going to read it.”
“Wait what’s going on? I don’t understand a thing.” Ryo scratched his head.
“Be patient, Ryo. Wait till I finish reading this.” Shige shushed Ryo.
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After a few minutes…
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“I think your last paragraph is kind of corny.” Shige commented.
“Yeah, I know. I ran out of ideas. Well, whatever. Like I said, no one’s going to read it, anyway.”
“So?” Ryo asked Shige, “What did it say?”
“I am so not going to translate that corny thing.” Shige left the room to search for Koyama (and to escape from Ryo’s wrath).
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The next day, Ryo came to the jimusho carrying a thick English-Japanese Dictionary. He eventually gave up after his 20th attempt of translating Tegoshi’s journal using the ever-so-complicated dictionary. Tegoshi just laughed while thinking:
Ryo-tan cho kawaii~
Owari~
Rants of a Restless Soul a.k.a. A/N:
Yes, I got infected by the RyoTego virus! (again). I just had to get rid of this idea lingering in my head. I read a few fan reports saying that RYOTEGO KISSED DURING “WHY”. FTW OMG
*switch into keyboard banging mode*
AKHAOFJHDJNHJS. I DEMAND FANCAM, PLEASE. I saw a picture somewhere but I didn’t save it.
Oh, and as you can see, there’s very little MassuPi here because I focused on KoyaShige too much (the biasness) *gets bricked* Koyama clinging onto Shige = Nodame clinging onto Chiaki. Sort of. XDD
I was writing this fic while listening (and watching) KAT-TUN’s Real Face PV. Suddenly, my father came in AND HE SAW KAT-TUN ROLLING THEIR HIPS WTH. SPECIFICALLY, AKANISHI JIN AND KAMENASHI KAZUYA’S SEXY HIP-ROLLS. I covered my face with my palm in shame. And then Koki started to rap. My father imitated him by saying “Honda Mitsubishi Suzuki Toyota KAT-TUN KAT-TUN Daihatsu”. -___-“
This fic IS NOT a multi-chaptered fic, but it’s related to the other fics that I’m going to write (with the same title; My Journal:#). It’s like a series or something.
C & C = C (Comments & Corrections = Chocolate Cranberry Cakes. Mmm, yummy. XD)