We'll Fall Among the Stars
Yeah... I started another story. This one is the ShoxMao story I've been thinking of for awhile now with Sho as an uptight news anchor and Mao as a free-spirited artist. And since Sho is my niban and it's his birthday, I thought I'd post the first chapter and see if I got any responses. I'm going for a slightly different approach on this one and the chapters aren't going to be as long as I normally write.
Oh, if anyone's wondering about Co-Stars... I'm stuck. If anyone has any suggestions, I am very open.
Anyway, hopefully I'll get some feedback on this one.
Chapter 1: The Doctor's Advice
“I think we’ve hit a wall in your therapy.”
Sakurai Sho turned to face the serious looking man tapping his pen thoughtfully against his chin while glancing at his notes. Sho pushed himself to a sitting position from where he was lying on the couch. He stuck his lip out petulantly.
“What do you mean by that, Sensei?”
Dr. Matsumoto Jun peered over his glasses at his patient, a man not much older than he. Sakurai Sho was a good-looking guy to be sure. Good-looking and very put together. Not a hair out of place, his button down grey shirt and black trousers perfectly pressed, even his socks were impossibly white. Sakurai was a well known and very popular news anchor and always seemed ready for the camera. But even with all that neat packaging, Sakurai was a bit of a mess.
“What I mean is that we seem to have stalled. More specifically, you appear to be reluctant to move forward.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I think we’ve made a lot of progress.” Sho creased his brow, seemingly confused. “You’ve helped me become aware of certain... quirks I have that I know drive people crazy... For the most part at least.” Quirks was an interesting way of phrasing habits Sho had acquired over the years- correcting grammatical errors while in the middle of conversing with someone for one. Always disinfecting his hands after making contact with various surfaces and people, for another. Sho also seemed incapable of establishing long-term relationships with the anyone from the fairer sex. He was told it was because he was just too picky. But, he believed there was nothing wrong with having high standards. “I mean, I can now handle shaking hands with people without feeling the need to disinfect every time. And I didn’t correct your reception’s incorrect use of the word ‘literally’. Why, I might even be cured. ” He attempted a weak laugh.
The doctor raised his eyebrows. “Sakurai-san, it’s true, you’ve come a long way since we’ve met. Especially since it was at your sister’s request and you were reluctant to talk to me. I’m glad we’ve helped you to... loosen up and relax so to speak.” Dr. Matsumoto put his note pad on his lap and clasped his hands together. “However, you came to me with an even more specific problem, am I right?”
Sho nodded his head slowly. “Yes, sensei. My insomnia.”
“And how are you sleeping these days, Sakurai-san?”
Sighing, Sho rubbed his eyes wearily. “Not much, actually.”
“What are your thoughts at night? Anything keeping you up specifically?”
“Not that I can recall. I worry about work at times I guess. I worry about my little sister all the time. But that’s nothing new.”
“And, excuse me for asking, but are you sleeping…alone?” Dr. Matsumoto knew this was a touchy subject, so he thought it best to tread lightly.
“Since my engagement was broken 4 months ago… yes.”
The doctor quietly wrote notes while Sho nervously clenched his fists.
“You want my honest opinion?”
“That’s what I’m paying you for, isn’t that right, sensei?”
Dr. Matsumoto coughed lightly. “Well, yes. But in all honesty, you might not fully get what I’ll tell you. My advice to you: Go crazy.”
“What?!” Sho looked as though someone had taken his favourite shirt, crumpled it up and threw it in the mud.
“Go crazy. You are wound up so tightly you might explode. You need to get out of your comfort zone. Do something that you would never have thought to do. Jump out of an airplane. Get a tattoo. Hook up with a complete stranger...Well... maybe not that last one, that could have some other ramifications you don’t need. How about wearing a pair of red socks?” Sho stared at him in disbelief, but Dr. Matsumoto just pinned Sho with his stare. “You are in a rut, Sakurai-san, and you need to do something drastic to get out of it, before something inside of you snaps and you have a complete meltdown.” He stood up, signalling the session was over.
Sho slowly stood, looking a lost, confused, and a little indignant with the advice the doctor had given him. Dr. Matsumoto led him to his office door and quickly showed him out.
“Make an appointment with my receptionist to see me again in, let’s say 3 weeks. I want you to seriously consider my advice. If you need to, write down how you feel or anything that comes to mind. Start with something small. We’ll see how you fare.”
“But, Sensei...”
“Three weeks. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” With that, the doctor closed his door. Sakurai Sho sighed in defeat and walked along the hallway in quiet solitude.
That's all for now!
Glyn
Oh, if anyone's wondering about Co-Stars... I'm stuck. If anyone has any suggestions, I am very open.
Anyway, hopefully I'll get some feedback on this one.
Chapter 1: The Doctor's Advice
“I think we’ve hit a wall in your therapy.”
Sakurai Sho turned to face the serious looking man tapping his pen thoughtfully against his chin while glancing at his notes. Sho pushed himself to a sitting position from where he was lying on the couch. He stuck his lip out petulantly.
“What do you mean by that, Sensei?”
Dr. Matsumoto Jun peered over his glasses at his patient, a man not much older than he. Sakurai Sho was a good-looking guy to be sure. Good-looking and very put together. Not a hair out of place, his button down grey shirt and black trousers perfectly pressed, even his socks were impossibly white. Sakurai was a well known and very popular news anchor and always seemed ready for the camera. But even with all that neat packaging, Sakurai was a bit of a mess.
“What I mean is that we seem to have stalled. More specifically, you appear to be reluctant to move forward.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I think we’ve made a lot of progress.” Sho creased his brow, seemingly confused. “You’ve helped me become aware of certain... quirks I have that I know drive people crazy... For the most part at least.” Quirks was an interesting way of phrasing habits Sho had acquired over the years- correcting grammatical errors while in the middle of conversing with someone for one. Always disinfecting his hands after making contact with various surfaces and people, for another. Sho also seemed incapable of establishing long-term relationships with the anyone from the fairer sex. He was told it was because he was just too picky. But, he believed there was nothing wrong with having high standards. “I mean, I can now handle shaking hands with people without feeling the need to disinfect every time. And I didn’t correct your reception’s incorrect use of the word ‘literally’. Why, I might even be cured. ” He attempted a weak laugh.
The doctor raised his eyebrows. “Sakurai-san, it’s true, you’ve come a long way since we’ve met. Especially since it was at your sister’s request and you were reluctant to talk to me. I’m glad we’ve helped you to... loosen up and relax so to speak.” Dr. Matsumoto put his note pad on his lap and clasped his hands together. “However, you came to me with an even more specific problem, am I right?”
Sho nodded his head slowly. “Yes, sensei. My insomnia.”
“And how are you sleeping these days, Sakurai-san?”
Sighing, Sho rubbed his eyes wearily. “Not much, actually.”
“What are your thoughts at night? Anything keeping you up specifically?”
“Not that I can recall. I worry about work at times I guess. I worry about my little sister all the time. But that’s nothing new.”
“And, excuse me for asking, but are you sleeping…alone?” Dr. Matsumoto knew this was a touchy subject, so he thought it best to tread lightly.
“Since my engagement was broken 4 months ago… yes.”
The doctor quietly wrote notes while Sho nervously clenched his fists.
“You want my honest opinion?”
“That’s what I’m paying you for, isn’t that right, sensei?”
Dr. Matsumoto coughed lightly. “Well, yes. But in all honesty, you might not fully get what I’ll tell you. My advice to you: Go crazy.”
“What?!” Sho looked as though someone had taken his favourite shirt, crumpled it up and threw it in the mud.
“Go crazy. You are wound up so tightly you might explode. You need to get out of your comfort zone. Do something that you would never have thought to do. Jump out of an airplane. Get a tattoo. Hook up with a complete stranger...Well... maybe not that last one, that could have some other ramifications you don’t need. How about wearing a pair of red socks?” Sho stared at him in disbelief, but Dr. Matsumoto just pinned Sho with his stare. “You are in a rut, Sakurai-san, and you need to do something drastic to get out of it, before something inside of you snaps and you have a complete meltdown.” He stood up, signalling the session was over.
Sho slowly stood, looking a lost, confused, and a little indignant with the advice the doctor had given him. Dr. Matsumoto led him to his office door and quickly showed him out.
“Make an appointment with my receptionist to see me again in, let’s say 3 weeks. I want you to seriously consider my advice. If you need to, write down how you feel or anything that comes to mind. Start with something small. We’ll see how you fare.”
“But, Sensei...”
“Three weeks. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” With that, the doctor closed his door. Sakurai Sho sighed in defeat and walked along the hallway in quiet solitude.
That's all for now!
Glyn