Bite-size Pieces of Perfection
Title: Bite-size pieces of perfection
Pairing: none! gen-NewS
Rating: PG (for one curse word)
Words: 1200
Summary: A day in the life of NewS. Dedicated to those perfect little moments scattered throughout the day.
Author's Note: I realize I just said that I was ficced out but then this came up and it's just so relaxed and happy that it gave me the warm fuzzies. I hope it does the same for you. :D Thanks to
oh_hey_there for reading it over for me. :)
He had left his apartment early. Like, four hours early. His exam today is a big one and he felt confident in his knowledge. But not comfortable - pre-test jitters. After he woke up (unbelievably early … six a.m. wasn’t even on his planner) he quickly ran out of things to occupy his time that didn’t require a whole lot of concentration. He was too geared up to sit still and too preoccupied to accomplish anything so he left his house and just sort of … wandered in the general direction of school. And that’s how he happened to find this coffee shop that has the most amazing pumpkin caramel mocha concoction he’s ever had the pleasure of experiencing. He sits at a window seat feeling utterly calm as he takes small sips and people-watches lazily, his bag leaning haphazardly, forgotten, against the chair leg. He lets the flavors roll over his tongue and leans his head close enough to the window to feel the cool radiating toward him and watch his breath fog over a small section. His smile is serene and a little goofy as he dreamily reaches out with a finger and draws a smiley face in it.
~~~
Sunlight filters in through the open curtains and he doesn’t open his eyes for a while as he lets himself adjust to the warm orange glow. Slowly he opens them millimeter by millimeter until he’s blinking sleepily, his view half obstructed by his pillow and fluffy mounds of blanket. He squeezes his eyes shut and yawns widely, stretching luxuriously against his sheets before scrunching himself back into a ball, hands fisted against his chin. His pleasant half-dreaming is interrupted by a soft thump on the bed and a light purr that deepens as it comes closer. He grins sleepily as he turns over, working an arm out of the sheets to reach out and rub Nyanta between his ears. The cat winds himself around Koyama’s arm and head, finally wrapping himself around Koyama’s hand and nudging gently at his owner’s hair as he purrs loudly. Koyama can’t stop smiling and he closes his eyes to nuzzle against Nyanta’s warm belly.
~~~
Ryo’s had one hell of a morning. He woke up in Tokyo, head pounding, mouth dry, to the shrill ringtone that indicated his manager calling. “Don’t forget, you have a shoot at three with Kanjani.” Suddenly his dry mouth had turned into the Sahara. “In Tokyo?” he hopes fervently and there’s a pause on the other end. “No,” his manager says slowly. “In Osaka.” “Shit!” and he jolts upright. After a brief discussion, he finds he has exactly thirty-five minutes to get to the train station. He was going to kill Jin for whatever the hell drinks he’d been ordering last night.
He snatches minutes of sleep here and there, none of them doing any good for his still pounding head, but at least the third bottle of water has made his dry mouth more manageable … if prompting way more trips to the bathroom than he’d like. He steps out of the station, tired and a little bit pissy. He squints up at the bright sky, strangely tinted through his sunglasses and his breath catches and the pounding in his head is momentarily forgotten. The sun is white against the blue of the sky and wispy cotton candy clouds form a perfect, square frame around it, highlighting the perfect sphere and he sighs in wonder. And sort of wishes Shige were here.
~~~
He pauses mid-bite, finally noticing that he’s being watched. A little boy is standing not too far away, eyes large and luminous in the afternoon light, hands curled into loose fists at his sides as he leans imperceptibly forward, jaw slack. He raises the warm, sugar-dusted almond to his mouth slowly and watches the boy’s eyes follow his hand. Ah ha. He looks down at his half-empty bag then back to the boy then shrugs, holding it out to the little guy. The kid is like a squirrel, Tegoshi thinks, a really cute, shy squirrel, as he shuffles over to the proferred gift before snatching it and stepping back quickly. Tegoshi covers a giggle. The little boy watches him warily as he bites into one but then his face is lighting up and he squeals in delight and thanks Tegoshi with warm, childish words that melt his heart and he thinks this was a way better way to fight the cold than the warm snack ever was.
He decides that if taking care of someone feels so good, no wonder Kei-chan likes doing it so much. He thinks idly that he is just going to have to provide that opportunity for the older man more often.
~~~
A hand is pressed to his chest and he pants heavily as he looks down at it. “You feel it here, yes? If you don’t feel it here, it won’t come. Let the music be your heartbeat. Again,” his teacher says and hits the back button on the sound system. Yamapi closes his eyes for a moment, lets the music wash over his tired body and breathes deeply. Suddenly it catches and he’s found it, that connection, the link that erases his exhaustion and forces him into movement. It’s fluid this time and he can’t see the approval on his instructor’s face because his eyes are half-closed, only allowing that tiny slip of reality in so he can keep his equilibrium as his feet move in the complicated steps he’s just learned. It’s peaceful and light, this possession, and his body responds deftly to his minutest thought, a snap of his hips, a twist, whirl, flourish until his feet slide into the final form and the music fades away. He opens his eyes with a smile to see the satisfied and doting grin of his teacher. “Yes,” he gasps at the discovery and basks in the afterglow.
~~~
Tokyo glitters at night - neon reflected in shop windows, light rippling across the crowds as streetlights catch gold and silver along throats, wrists, ears. Shige walks beside him, chattering non-stop about this amazing coffee shop Massu would love and his exam that he thinks he did freakishly well in. Massu listens, dreamily taking in the sights of downtown Tokyo in full swing. He wants to stop at a stand for some delicious takoyaki, the smell of which is making him salivate from 100 feet away, but Shige tugs on his arm and a few minutes later they’re standing in front of a shop. Shige’s grinning widely as he ushers Massu in. “I was in here a few days ago and thought you would feel love at first sight, so I wanted to bring you myself.” Massu blinks around him, taking in the bright colors and interesting cuts of clothing, claps his hands in childish glee and takes off for the nearest rack. Shige’s smile is warm as he watches, and though Massu can’t see it, he can certainly feel it - the Massu-ai.
~~~
Monday morning, when the manager comes into their room, the atmosphere is totally relaxed. Koyama is on the couch with Tegoshi in his lap, running fingers through the boy’s soft hair, both looking blissed out. Ryo and Shige are sharing relaxed smiles and half-hearted insults across a table. And Yamapi and Massu are giggling in the corner like a couple of high school girls. He decides that he needs to do some quick paperwork, maybe ten minutes, and backs out with a smile.
Pairing: none! gen-NewS
Rating: PG (for one curse word)
Words: 1200
Summary: A day in the life of NewS. Dedicated to those perfect little moments scattered throughout the day.
Author's Note: I realize I just said that I was ficced out but then this came up and it's just so relaxed and happy that it gave me the warm fuzzies. I hope it does the same for you. :D Thanks to
oh_hey_there for reading it over for me. :)
He had left his apartment early. Like, four hours early. His exam today is a big one and he felt confident in his knowledge. But not comfortable - pre-test jitters. After he woke up (unbelievably early … six a.m. wasn’t even on his planner) he quickly ran out of things to occupy his time that didn’t require a whole lot of concentration. He was too geared up to sit still and too preoccupied to accomplish anything so he left his house and just sort of … wandered in the general direction of school. And that’s how he happened to find this coffee shop that has the most amazing pumpkin caramel mocha concoction he’s ever had the pleasure of experiencing. He sits at a window seat feeling utterly calm as he takes small sips and people-watches lazily, his bag leaning haphazardly, forgotten, against the chair leg. He lets the flavors roll over his tongue and leans his head close enough to the window to feel the cool radiating toward him and watch his breath fog over a small section. His smile is serene and a little goofy as he dreamily reaches out with a finger and draws a smiley face in it.
~~~
Sunlight filters in through the open curtains and he doesn’t open his eyes for a while as he lets himself adjust to the warm orange glow. Slowly he opens them millimeter by millimeter until he’s blinking sleepily, his view half obstructed by his pillow and fluffy mounds of blanket. He squeezes his eyes shut and yawns widely, stretching luxuriously against his sheets before scrunching himself back into a ball, hands fisted against his chin. His pleasant half-dreaming is interrupted by a soft thump on the bed and a light purr that deepens as it comes closer. He grins sleepily as he turns over, working an arm out of the sheets to reach out and rub Nyanta between his ears. The cat winds himself around Koyama’s arm and head, finally wrapping himself around Koyama’s hand and nudging gently at his owner’s hair as he purrs loudly. Koyama can’t stop smiling and he closes his eyes to nuzzle against Nyanta’s warm belly.
~~~
Ryo’s had one hell of a morning. He woke up in Tokyo, head pounding, mouth dry, to the shrill ringtone that indicated his manager calling. “Don’t forget, you have a shoot at three with Kanjani.” Suddenly his dry mouth had turned into the Sahara. “In Tokyo?” he hopes fervently and there’s a pause on the other end. “No,” his manager says slowly. “In Osaka.” “Shit!” and he jolts upright. After a brief discussion, he finds he has exactly thirty-five minutes to get to the train station. He was going to kill Jin for whatever the hell drinks he’d been ordering last night.
He snatches minutes of sleep here and there, none of them doing any good for his still pounding head, but at least the third bottle of water has made his dry mouth more manageable … if prompting way more trips to the bathroom than he’d like. He steps out of the station, tired and a little bit pissy. He squints up at the bright sky, strangely tinted through his sunglasses and his breath catches and the pounding in his head is momentarily forgotten. The sun is white against the blue of the sky and wispy cotton candy clouds form a perfect, square frame around it, highlighting the perfect sphere and he sighs in wonder. And sort of wishes Shige were here.
~~~
He pauses mid-bite, finally noticing that he’s being watched. A little boy is standing not too far away, eyes large and luminous in the afternoon light, hands curled into loose fists at his sides as he leans imperceptibly forward, jaw slack. He raises the warm, sugar-dusted almond to his mouth slowly and watches the boy’s eyes follow his hand. Ah ha. He looks down at his half-empty bag then back to the boy then shrugs, holding it out to the little guy. The kid is like a squirrel, Tegoshi thinks, a really cute, shy squirrel, as he shuffles over to the proferred gift before snatching it and stepping back quickly. Tegoshi covers a giggle. The little boy watches him warily as he bites into one but then his face is lighting up and he squeals in delight and thanks Tegoshi with warm, childish words that melt his heart and he thinks this was a way better way to fight the cold than the warm snack ever was.
He decides that if taking care of someone feels so good, no wonder Kei-chan likes doing it so much. He thinks idly that he is just going to have to provide that opportunity for the older man more often.
~~~
A hand is pressed to his chest and he pants heavily as he looks down at it. “You feel it here, yes? If you don’t feel it here, it won’t come. Let the music be your heartbeat. Again,” his teacher says and hits the back button on the sound system. Yamapi closes his eyes for a moment, lets the music wash over his tired body and breathes deeply. Suddenly it catches and he’s found it, that connection, the link that erases his exhaustion and forces him into movement. It’s fluid this time and he can’t see the approval on his instructor’s face because his eyes are half-closed, only allowing that tiny slip of reality in so he can keep his equilibrium as his feet move in the complicated steps he’s just learned. It’s peaceful and light, this possession, and his body responds deftly to his minutest thought, a snap of his hips, a twist, whirl, flourish until his feet slide into the final form and the music fades away. He opens his eyes with a smile to see the satisfied and doting grin of his teacher. “Yes,” he gasps at the discovery and basks in the afterglow.
~~~
Tokyo glitters at night - neon reflected in shop windows, light rippling across the crowds as streetlights catch gold and silver along throats, wrists, ears. Shige walks beside him, chattering non-stop about this amazing coffee shop Massu would love and his exam that he thinks he did freakishly well in. Massu listens, dreamily taking in the sights of downtown Tokyo in full swing. He wants to stop at a stand for some delicious takoyaki, the smell of which is making him salivate from 100 feet away, but Shige tugs on his arm and a few minutes later they’re standing in front of a shop. Shige’s grinning widely as he ushers Massu in. “I was in here a few days ago and thought you would feel love at first sight, so I wanted to bring you myself.” Massu blinks around him, taking in the bright colors and interesting cuts of clothing, claps his hands in childish glee and takes off for the nearest rack. Shige’s smile is warm as he watches, and though Massu can’t see it, he can certainly feel it - the Massu-ai.
~~~
Monday morning, when the manager comes into their room, the atmosphere is totally relaxed. Koyama is on the couch with Tegoshi in his lap, running fingers through the boy’s soft hair, both looking blissed out. Ryo and Shige are sharing relaxed smiles and half-hearted insults across a table. And Yamapi and Massu are giggling in the corner like a couple of high school girls. He decides that he needs to do some quick paperwork, maybe ten minutes, and backs out with a smile.