FIC FOR YARARANGER
For: yararanger
From: alienashi
Title: blood, sweat & tears
Pairings/Characters: Koki/Kame/Yara friendship
Rating: G
Warnings: er. This is more of a spinoff of Dream Boys 2007 than their actual personas, if you’re not familiar with Dream Boys 2007 perhaps this might be an unfamiliar premise?
Notes: Dear yararanger, so I heard you like Yara. I tried. Forgive me?
Summary: They said a miracle happened.
*
They all live in a screwed up world.
All Koki ever wanted was a good life for himself and his little brother, perhaps even a life where his brother’s illness could be cured, but all he got was a good life that was too short to be enjoyed.
Yuuki means everything to him: he’s a little brother that’s almost like a son, his only reason to fight, and eventually his only reason to remain composed. He would kill if it means his little brother would get to eat-all the medallions and the cash in the bank are but evidences of the blood he would shed for him.
It was when he found himself waking up in a bed in the hospital that he realised how he had been charging forward blindly like a bull and didn’t even once looked back at his little brother.
It was in Kazuya whom he had left his legacy with-but Koki would trade his right to immortalise his legacy right away if it meant that he would have his life back, or at least a longer one where he could search a cure for Yuuki’s illness.
Real world is like an orphanage for adults, with no one to depend on, no one to cry on.
Kazuya’s mother was such a faraway memory that he no longer remembers her face, only the echoes of her singing voice soothing him to sleep and the ghost of a determination to find her. Sometimes Kazuya questions his own choices, because if his mother was still alive, surely she would have at least tried to find him?
A few years ago, he concluded that people who were born unwanted would always end up unwanted. When he was a young boy people wanted him as a cheap labour and now that he grew up, they only want him for his face.
So when he lost the value of his face, people started a witchhunt to burn him at the stake, because that’s where his value now lies.
There’s nothing in this world that Yara wanted more than a place to sing and dance. If he could have it his way, he would want everyone to sing and dance their lives away. He loves the moments on stage when he has all eyes on him as he dances, he loves the moments when he catches all the sounds in the air and sings everything to the audience; he loves these moments because he could be the biggest star ever.
But good times often end too early and when the song’s over, Yara feels the weight of his own echo drowning him.
The stage is some kind of addiction that he can never stay away from. After all, the only way to breathe again after being drowned by his own echo is to find the shadow that could carry him upwards.
On stage, the world is a wonder. Around the stage, the world is a fantasy. Outside, it’s all about the echoes that drown and shadows that weigh.
Kazuya borrows Koki’s life as he plays Champ in the movie, but he’ll never play Koki, because Koki is Koki and no one could live Koki’s life better than Koki himself. Even then, Kazuya brings him promises: he’ll carry his name, he’ll relive his struggles, he’ll celebrate his triumphs, he’ll love his brother like he’s his own.
Koki gives him back nothing but apprehension.
“No, you can’t life my life, you’re not a champ. You’re just an actor, an imposter,” he reasons. Kazuya doesn’t look hurt but Koki hopes that he’s bleeding inside. He doesn’t know how else to tell Kazuya that he wants nobody to be him, especially not him, so he walks away, the distance between them as broad as the sea.
He’s Koki the Champ, a name that carries the title. Without a name, a title’s just a worthless crown.
Kazuya wants nothing more than a family. He wants a shared bond, a shared ancestry, a shared life.
He’s pretty sure that Yuuki would have it the hardest as they watch Koki gradually lose his colour by the day. It’s all happening slowly, but Yuuki is already seeing the descent of brightness to monochrome, strength into weakness, life into death.
“Let me help you,” he says to Koki. “Let’s not fight anymore, let’s fuse together and be one, just this time.”
Koki rests his hand on Kazuya’s arm. “I don’t need your help, I only want to be alive.”
So Kazuya sets aside his own pains of being an eternal orphan and becomes a man who carries the burden of a blood bond. He would have a dream, a family, just this once.
Yara loves watching Kazuya stand on the stage as he morphs into Koki, as though Koki has possessed him. Kazuya is the Champ with a semi-charmed life, just like Koki was, only Kazuya’s Champ would live on stage for as long as the stage is alive. The echoes of the audience’s cheers would live on, just like the unwavering spirit of the Champ.
If Kazuya could carry the Champ, Yara would like to carry the beauty of Kazuya’s tune.
“Write more songs, Kazuya,” he says, “let me make sure that you’re heard.”
Yuuki once asked Koki to believe in miracles, for only believers could see magic.
Koki laughed at him. “Yuuki, what do you think the ingredients for a miracle are?”
Yuuki shook his head, not knowing what to answer.
Blood, sweat and tears, Koki wanted to say. “It’s nothing, Yuuki. If miracles were going to happen, they would happen no matter what.”
Kazuya finds his mother eventually. She left him in pursuit of a dream, having chosen fantasy over family. He’s surprised to find himself undisturbed by the discovery.
Then he remembers that the real world is like an orphanage for adults, where bonds are made and not born.
Yara would bring Leadful Ocean to a world of fantasy, of glory, of fame. Yara would live them all and be greater than anyone else, for it is the sound of fantasy that would make him fly, not shadows or echoes.
They told him that he has been cured, saved from the worst. They said he doesn’t have to die. They said he could still live his legacy and yet outlive his fame. They said he could box again, could live recklessly again, could love again.
They said a miracle happened.
The Champ has now risen again, but this time there are three of them.
*
From: alienashi
Title: blood, sweat & tears
Pairings/Characters: Koki/Kame/Yara friendship
Rating: G
Warnings: er. This is more of a spinoff of Dream Boys 2007 than their actual personas, if you’re not familiar with Dream Boys 2007 perhaps this might be an unfamiliar premise?
Notes: Dear yararanger, so I heard you like Yara. I tried. Forgive me?
Summary: They said a miracle happened.
*
They all live in a screwed up world.
All Koki ever wanted was a good life for himself and his little brother, perhaps even a life where his brother’s illness could be cured, but all he got was a good life that was too short to be enjoyed.
Yuuki means everything to him: he’s a little brother that’s almost like a son, his only reason to fight, and eventually his only reason to remain composed. He would kill if it means his little brother would get to eat-all the medallions and the cash in the bank are but evidences of the blood he would shed for him.
It was when he found himself waking up in a bed in the hospital that he realised how he had been charging forward blindly like a bull and didn’t even once looked back at his little brother.
It was in Kazuya whom he had left his legacy with-but Koki would trade his right to immortalise his legacy right away if it meant that he would have his life back, or at least a longer one where he could search a cure for Yuuki’s illness.
Real world is like an orphanage for adults, with no one to depend on, no one to cry on.
Kazuya’s mother was such a faraway memory that he no longer remembers her face, only the echoes of her singing voice soothing him to sleep and the ghost of a determination to find her. Sometimes Kazuya questions his own choices, because if his mother was still alive, surely she would have at least tried to find him?
A few years ago, he concluded that people who were born unwanted would always end up unwanted. When he was a young boy people wanted him as a cheap labour and now that he grew up, they only want him for his face.
So when he lost the value of his face, people started a witchhunt to burn him at the stake, because that’s where his value now lies.
There’s nothing in this world that Yara wanted more than a place to sing and dance. If he could have it his way, he would want everyone to sing and dance their lives away. He loves the moments on stage when he has all eyes on him as he dances, he loves the moments when he catches all the sounds in the air and sings everything to the audience; he loves these moments because he could be the biggest star ever.
But good times often end too early and when the song’s over, Yara feels the weight of his own echo drowning him.
The stage is some kind of addiction that he can never stay away from. After all, the only way to breathe again after being drowned by his own echo is to find the shadow that could carry him upwards.
On stage, the world is a wonder. Around the stage, the world is a fantasy. Outside, it’s all about the echoes that drown and shadows that weigh.
Kazuya borrows Koki’s life as he plays Champ in the movie, but he’ll never play Koki, because Koki is Koki and no one could live Koki’s life better than Koki himself. Even then, Kazuya brings him promises: he’ll carry his name, he’ll relive his struggles, he’ll celebrate his triumphs, he’ll love his brother like he’s his own.
Koki gives him back nothing but apprehension.
“No, you can’t life my life, you’re not a champ. You’re just an actor, an imposter,” he reasons. Kazuya doesn’t look hurt but Koki hopes that he’s bleeding inside. He doesn’t know how else to tell Kazuya that he wants nobody to be him, especially not him, so he walks away, the distance between them as broad as the sea.
He’s Koki the Champ, a name that carries the title. Without a name, a title’s just a worthless crown.
Kazuya wants nothing more than a family. He wants a shared bond, a shared ancestry, a shared life.
He’s pretty sure that Yuuki would have it the hardest as they watch Koki gradually lose his colour by the day. It’s all happening slowly, but Yuuki is already seeing the descent of brightness to monochrome, strength into weakness, life into death.
“Let me help you,” he says to Koki. “Let’s not fight anymore, let’s fuse together and be one, just this time.”
Koki rests his hand on Kazuya’s arm. “I don’t need your help, I only want to be alive.”
So Kazuya sets aside his own pains of being an eternal orphan and becomes a man who carries the burden of a blood bond. He would have a dream, a family, just this once.
Yara loves watching Kazuya stand on the stage as he morphs into Koki, as though Koki has possessed him. Kazuya is the Champ with a semi-charmed life, just like Koki was, only Kazuya’s Champ would live on stage for as long as the stage is alive. The echoes of the audience’s cheers would live on, just like the unwavering spirit of the Champ.
If Kazuya could carry the Champ, Yara would like to carry the beauty of Kazuya’s tune.
“Write more songs, Kazuya,” he says, “let me make sure that you’re heard.”
Yuuki once asked Koki to believe in miracles, for only believers could see magic.
Koki laughed at him. “Yuuki, what do you think the ingredients for a miracle are?”
Yuuki shook his head, not knowing what to answer.
Blood, sweat and tears, Koki wanted to say. “It’s nothing, Yuuki. If miracles were going to happen, they would happen no matter what.”
Kazuya finds his mother eventually. She left him in pursuit of a dream, having chosen fantasy over family. He’s surprised to find himself undisturbed by the discovery.
Then he remembers that the real world is like an orphanage for adults, where bonds are made and not born.
Yara would bring Leadful Ocean to a world of fantasy, of glory, of fame. Yara would live them all and be greater than anyone else, for it is the sound of fantasy that would make him fly, not shadows or echoes.
They told him that he has been cured, saved from the worst. They said he doesn’t have to die. They said he could still live his legacy and yet outlive his fame. They said he could box again, could live recklessly again, could love again.
They said a miracle happened.
The Champ has now risen again, but this time there are three of them.
*