[inkryo][Five Ways in Which Nishikido Ryo is Prevented from Saying What he Wants to Say]
Title: 5 Ways in Which Nishikido Ryo is Prevented from Saying What he Wants to Say.
Author:
inkryo
Rating: Uhh...X__x;;; G? PG 13? Something along those lines? Can be taken as boy/boy, can be taken as friendship, so yeah. =x
Pairing: Ryo/Ueda friendship or romantic, whichever. -shrugs-
Summary: Ryo hates being cut off in the middle of saying something. Ueda decides that it isn't his fault since Ryo's insults and compliments begin the same way.
i.
Ryo approaches Ueda after Ueda has been working on his dancing in the practice room vigorously for many hours-he is hot, sweaty, tired, and cranky. He can’t manage to get his steps exactly right-keeps faltering, not enough emotion, not enough of the charm that the other KAT-TUN boys seem to naturally have.
“Your dancing was crap, Princess,” Ryo smirks. Ueda wants to slap him-no, better yet, punch him with a right hooker that will break his jaw and keep him from talking and insulting anyone ever again. He restrains himself; of course.He doesn’t stop to wonder why exactly Ryo is in the general area at all-most of the people having left earlier.
“No one’s perfect,” Ueda says, stiffly. He packs up his bag and moves for the door. “Neither are you,” he mutters under his breath.
Ryo hears, of course-and crows. “I’m the sexy Osaka man~!” he says, smirk growing wider. “Of course I’m perfect,” he preens, and gloats, as if Ueda’s ‘insult’ wasn’t even an insult at all, and simply another thing to boost his ego even more.
“Nobody’s perfect,” Ueda repeats-sounding a bit unsure of himself, a bit hesitant-even though he knows he’s right and Ryo’s just a manipulative bastard who can get him angry and confused and fumbling for words in a heartbeat. Ryo sure as hell isn’t perfect-even though he dances well and is dashingly, strikingly handsome in his own arrogant way; appearances aren’t everything, after all, and Ueda hasn’t seen many of Ryo’s nicer moments.
“Says you, donkey face. Jealousy isn’t befitting of someone like you-you can’t afford to look even uglier than you already are, or you’ll lose the few fangirls you have!” he adds dramatically.
Ueda snorts impatiently. “Just because you’re short-“
Ryo cuts him off. “C’mon, princess donkey. Be more creative. The first thing anyone thinks of to insult me is my height. Dumbasses.”
Ueda would tell Ryo that he really wasn’t the type of person to insult someone, that he would much rather pay people compliments-but he knew Ryo would first call him a girl, and second, tell him to start heaping compliments on the ‘sexy Osaka man’.
Ryo takes his silence differently.
“What, can’t think of anything imperfect about me?” he smirks.
“I can teach you to be perfect like me, if you want,” Ryo says generously. “The first step is to lose that pathetic Gackt obsession-the second step, and most crucial, of course, is to get plastic surgery done; although I do think you’re a hopeless case,” he continues.
Ueda whirls around, control snapping, patience already worn thin, perfect hair already mussed up and skin slick with a thin layer of sweat from hard work, and glares. “You’re such a-“ he stops mid sentence. Ryo always made him lose himself in anger, always made him feel like crap, as if he couldn’t do anything right-he knew Ryo picked on him, picked on everyone, wasn’t perfect himself-but then man sure acted like he was king of the world, and the attitude was probably what mattered. And he wasn’t going to let Ryo manipulate him in any way.
“Whatever. I’m leaving.” Sniffing disdainfully, delicately swinging his bag over his shoulder, Ueda passes through the door, pausing for a moment.
Ryo is looking at him with a thoughtful look on his face; an appraising look, one that searches all over his body and makes Ueda feel like he’s looking for faults he knows will be there.
“You know, your dancing-“
He slams the door shut, irritated, knowing there’ll be another hurtful insult, and misses the end of Ryo’s sentence.
“-wasn’t so bad, Princess.”
ii.
“-because you’re a FUCKING BASTARD, and I didn’t even know such PATHETIC and LOWLY BEINGS as YOURSELF even get decent jobs like this when you don’t deserve to work at MCDONALDS, you’d probably poison the fucking customers-“
Ueda walks into the room to find an irate Ryo cursing at the new choreographer. The man was cringing and clutching his papers nervously, and tripping over random objects.
Being Ueda, he is indignant. “Stop cursing at the poor man!” Ueda shouts, flailing his arms a bit desperately and moving to stand in front of the new choreographer. “Just because you’re too stupid to get your stupid dance moves right-“
Ryo practically shrieks. “DO YOU KNOW HOW GODDAMN TIRED AND PISSED OFF I AM, PRINCESS? DON’T BE CRITICIZING ME NOW!”
“YOU DON’T NEED TO TAKE IT OUT ON INNOCENT PEOPLE! ” Ueda’s voice rises to match Ryo’s, the two standing face to face and the choreographer inching out the door. “OH, AND YOU CAN DISH OUT CRITICISM BUT CAN’T TAKE IT YOURSELF?”
Ryo is surprised that Ueda is actually raising his voice and shouting, and calms down abruptly. “I’m sorry,” he mutters under his breath.
Ueda’s mouth drops open in surprise.
“-for being stuck with such worthless people who will possibly lower my intelligence.” He finishes, triumphant.
An insult, but his tone has dropped and his voice is only quietly mocking, and Ueda can hear the strain in it. Ryo needs sleep, he thinks absentmindedly to himself before catching himself in the act of actually muttering that out loud, and Ryo looks pissed off again.
“Don’t trouble yourself, Princess. I’m a man-I can take the stress and I don’t need beauty sleep to look sexy.” His tone is still confident, his voice lilting-and Ueda isn’t sure if he was just imagining the strain.
“But you-“
Ueda doesn’t comment back, anyways, and doesn’t pause to hear the rest of Ryo’s jibe at how feminine Ueda is and how delicate and unable to take work, just nods and tells him to take care before noticing the choreographer has disappeared and hurries off to find him.
…But you are an alright guy for being concerned for me, I guess, Ryo thinks, rubbing his temples distractedly and coughing a bit from a sore throat and a bit of a cold.
iii.
“Damn it, why’s fish lips so fucking scared of me?” Ryo whines, irritated, as he and Tegoshi are lounging in the NewS dressing room.
Tegoshi laughs. “I dunno. Ryo is always nice to me!” he chirps.
Ryo is about to snap back ‘shut up’ in irritation and embarrassment, because he isn’t used to being called nice, but remembers that this is Tegoshi, who will either laugh it off and pretend not to care but be hurt emotionally and angst for a week, or pout at him and clamber all over him to ask him ‘what’s wrong?!’ and ‘what did I do?!’.
And besides, Tegoshi’s got a good heart, and Ryo knows that he always means what he says.
So he sighs, and runs a hand through his hair, and mutters that Tegoshi is always nice to him too.
Tegoshi grins happily, and tells him that what he is doing is the right attitude, and saying nice things like that will stop Ueda from being scared of him. “Wait…you do know how to compliment people, right?” Tegoshi asks, struck by a sudden thought.
“Of course!” Ryo snaps. “The sexy Osaka man can do everything, don’t question my brilliance!”
Tegoshi claps. “Go Ryooo~!” He wonders what Massu is doing right now, and resolves to ask Massu if he had ever heard Ryo compliment someone the next time he saw his friend.
“Ne-just compliment Ueda the next time you see him and he won’t be scared anymore! And…uhh…don’t call him fish lips or donkey face. Yeah. ”
Ryo nods distractedly, picking up a newspaper from the table.
It’s then that Ueda suddenly pops a head in the room asking where Yamapi is, dressed casually but looking like he spent at least an hour on his hair, and Ryo barks at him, “What are you doing in the NewS dressing room, dumbass? Or are you so illiterate that you can’t even read the stupid sign on the door?” He drops the newspaper on the floor and grinds on it with his foot, looking angry. Not that he was angry-but he was trying to casually come up with some sort of compliment.
Ah. Hair. Princess keeps his hair beautiful and perfect all the time, so it wouldn’t sound weird if I told him it looked nice, he thinks.
“Your-“
The KAT-TUN member just glares, and cuts him off. “I wasn’t asking you, and I’m not even completely in the room,” he says, defiantly. Before getting into a whole argument with Ryo over this, Ueda slams the door shut again and footsteps can be heard moving away.
“Maybe…maybe that’s why he’s scared of you?” Tegoshi asks, timidly, really a bit uncertain by now in his friend’s ability to be nice and compliment people.
Ryo thinks it over, and decides Tegoshi is wrong. “All I did was ask Ueda why he was in the NewS dressing room!” he complains. “Ueda is so damn sensitive, the girl. And I was gonna compliment him too, AND I didn’t call him fish lips or donkey face.”
Tegoshi sighs a bit, and decides Ryo is too stubborn and hard to argue with, so he just changes the topic and starts rambling on about how much candy Massu made him buy the last time the two went to the candy shop.
iv.
“Ueda, we’re going shopping,” Ryo announces, waving a hand in front of Ueda’s face as the boy is trying to write song lyrics.
The said boy snorts. “Why? Firstly, why would you want to go with me if you say my sense of fashion is so bad-and secondly, why would I want to go with you?” He crosses his legs, twirls his pen between two fingers, and turns back to the sheet of paper.
Ryo, being Ryo, snatches up the paper, looks at it, frowns, and throws it behind him somewhere.
"Firstly and secondly, the manager’s decided that our rivalry has gone too long-not that it can be called a rivalry because you’re not worthy of being my rival-but anyways, because apparently a lot of fan girls decided that we looked cute together,” he snorts derisively, “and that I only picked on you because I was the type that picked on people I liked most or romantically or whatever…we’re suppose to go shopping and the photographers will take a lot of our ‘happy’ moments together for some magazine or another. And thirdly, your song writing sucks.”
Ueda can’t resist smirking. “If you were the type who picked on people you liked romantically, you’d be a total slut.”
He’s surprised when Ryo bursts into full out laughter and doesn’t deny the fact. Ryo has a nice laugh when he’s not laughing at you, Ueda
thinks-it’s far from a giggle, but not too deep either, and Ueda has never seen Ryo actually laugh at himself before.
And his eyes crinkle up at the edges, and he actually smiles with his teeth, not the close lipped, I’m-better-than-you-and-we-both-know-it smirk.
“True…true…” he says between breathless laughter.
The clicks of the camera as the photographer snaps pictures and nods his approval distracts Ueda, and he suddenly wonders if that laugh, and that smile he had thought was so genuine, was solely for the camera after all, and the fan girls.
Ryo sees the sudden frown on his face, and tells him to lighten up because the frowns only made him look uglier, not sexier, and since they are going to go shopping together, he will be a bastard if he keeps up the bad mood.
“Only I can be a bastard and still have everyone love me,” he informs Ueda pompously.
The KAT-TUN member thinks, accepting the fact you’re a bastard is the first step, right? But wonders why exactly Ryo can be such a bastard but still be so damn popular. It’s annoying and unfair, that every time Ryo insults another person it makes his popularity grow even more.
Half an hour later, Ueda has finished primping and getting ready, because a photo shot is still a photo shot, no matter how informal, and Ryo’s tapping his feet impatiently outside the door muttering that a sexy Osaka man such as himself doesn’t need to spend so much time trying to look good with cosmetics.
“Shut up,” Ueda tells him snippily.
The photographer tells them to at least look as if they’re having fun and being relaxed with one another. So Ryo slouches a bit, relaxes his
posture as he walks, and Ueda drops his hands to his sides instead of clenching his bag in irritation.
“You look-“
“I know, I know,” Ueda cuts off, impatiently, a finger going up to twirl a lock of his own hair. “You’re going to say I look terrible either way, being a ‘donkey faced, fish lipped princess’ or whatever. No need to say it, seriously.”
Ryo wants to scream in frustration. “I WAS SAYING-“
“Shut up,” Ueda tells him again.
Ryo gives up, and simply snorts. I was SAYING that you looked just FINE without cosmetics, damnit! He thinks, annoyed.
v.
It’s a nice day out, a spring day-the clouds are fluffy white against blue sky that seemed to stretch on forever. The trees have lush green leaves with drops of dew on them from the rain-sunlight streams through and casts patterns on the sidewalk. Ueda relaxes and forgets Ryo is there-Ryo, with his mean attitude and insults; Ryo, who took pleasure in other peoples’ discomfort; Ryo, who never seemed to realize that some people were actually hurt from his insults, who never seemed to realize that sometimes you just didn’t insult your friends. Ryo, with words that could stab you in the heart like a dagger-oh, there could be a possible idea for a song. One that Ryo would call lame, probably.
The aforementioned Ryo was striding alongside Ueda, glancing at shop windows and hardly noticing the photographer stumbling to keep up with the two.
“C’mon, princess!” He commands, pulling on Ueda’s arm to get him to go into a clothing shop.
They pose for the camera in the shop, try on clothes, buy a pair of jeans or two and a couple T-shirts for the sake of buying something, and leave just as the sky is growing dark. The photographer is already sick of their squabbling over random things (“Princess, I think that shirt is meant for FEMALES.” “Shut UP, what would you know?”) and has left in a taxi, and the two have to walk home alone.
Then it starts to rain. Not drizzling, or normal rain-it pours. Lightening crackles in the sky, thunder shakes and rumbles, and sheets and buckets or rain come pouring down in a seemingly endless torrent.
“DAMN IT ALL!” Ryo shouts up into the sky, shaking his fist at some invisible enemy.
He actually looks pretty funny, rain plastering his hair on his head and streaming down his face, clothes soaked and dripping, yelling up at the sky-but Ueda keeps silent and grins in his mind. Ueda’s pretty soaked himself, after all-his makeup is probably washed off by now, he probably looks horrible, and his hair is completely ruined. And his clothes. And he is freezing, and shivering, because he didn’t think to bring a jacket.
Of course, neither did Ryo. They didn’t bring umbrellas, either. But Ryo seems unaffected by the cold, just frustrated at the rain and mud and wetness.
“Let’s run to my house,” Ueda offers. His house is a lot closer than Ryo’s, which is in Osaka after all, and he doubts Ryo wants to take the subway to Osaka right now.
Ryo looks at him for a second and agrees-he doesn’t feel like searching for a shop that sells umbrellas, anyways, and most of the shops have closed.
So the two run in the pouring rain to Ueda’s house. They almost make it before Ueda shrieks that he forgot his bag in the clothing store.
“FUCK YOUR STUPID BAG, PRINCESS!” Ryo has lost it-he is wet, he is dripping, his clothes are ruined, and Ueda is angsting about his forgotten bag.
Ueda snaps, too. “JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE AND CAN’T THINK ABOUT ANYONE OTHER THAN YOURSELF!! WHO WAS THE ONE WHO OFFERED TO LET YOU STAY AT MY HOUSE, HMM?”
“FINE!” Ryo shrieks. “GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING DONKEY FACED PRINCESS, JUST LEAVE ME OUT HERE AND GO IN YOUR STUPID COMFORTABLE HOUSE!! I CAN-”
“I didn’t mean-”
“GOOD BYE, PRINCESS.”
“ALRIGHT FINE! BE STUBBORN ALL YOU WANT!“
“SHUT UP, I’M-”
“CAN’T YOU JUST-”
“I’LL-“
Ueda slams the door in Ryo’s face. He feels guilty seconds later, and opens the door again, but Ryo has left. He calls Ryo’s cell phone, but no one picks up-he calls all of his other friends, where Ryo might stay-he knows Ryo won’t go all the way to Osaka in the pouring rain, so he must be staying at someone’s house-but none of his friends know where Ryo is; they all think he’s with Ueda.
Ueda’s conscience is really bothering him-he thinks it’s all his fault, what if Ryo gets struck down by lightening-oh, but that’s something Jin would think, Ueda’s not that idiotic, and the chances of being struck by lightening are really, really, really, small, like, not even one percent…right?
He falls asleep leaning against the unlocked door.
Half an hour later-
“DAMN YOU, PRINCESS, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” Ryo is pounding on the door, and Ueda opens his eyes sleepily.
“FIRST, you don’t let me finish my frigging sentence after your dance rehearsal when I WAS GOING TO SAY YOUR DANCING WASN’T SO BAD. SECOND, you don’t let me thank you when you were all concerned because I was feeling really goddamn crappy because of a stupid cold-third, you don’t let me-“
Ueda tries to open the door.
“-COMPLIMENT you to show Tegoshi I could actually COMPLIMENT, and you’re still so fucking scared of me it’s silly-“
Ueda tugs on the door knob, but it seems to be stuck. He pulls harder.
“-AND THEN I TRY TO TELL YOU THAT YOU LOOK FINE WITHOUT MAKEUP. But of COURSE you don’t let me say that either, you seem to enjoy cutting me off in the middle of my sentences, and then you LEAVE ME IN THE FUCKING RAIN WITHOUT GIVING ME A GODDAMN UMBRELLA WHEN I-“
The door finally opens, and Ryo tumbles in, sprawling over Ueda’s carpet and half flung over Ueda. Damn, but Ryo’s freezing cold and wet, and Ueda was just drying off.
“-WENT BACK TO THE STUPID STORE TO GET YOUR STUPID BAG!” Ryo finishes, shouting in Ueda’s ear and making him feel as if he is going half deaf. He throws the bag at Ueda-it’s still relatively dry, Ryo must have covered it with something.
“And then you leave me in the rain for a couple minutes longer because your door is a piece of shit.” Ryo mumbles, sneezing three times.
Ueda’s still absorbing all the information that Ryo’s just shouted at him, and his eyes widen. “Thanks…?” he asks. “It’s not my fault your insults and compliments start the same way,” he adds, defensively.
Ryo just mutters, “Idiot princess,” and stumbles over to collapse on Ueda’s couch, shivering and wet and dripping all over Ueda’s rug and couch and pretty much everything.
Ueda figures he owes Ryo something, so he ignores that fact for once and gets Ryo a cup of hot cocoa and a warm blanket.
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First JE fic ever, unbeta'd and unchecked. X______x;;;
=D/D=?
Author:
inkryo
Rating: Uhh...X__x;;; G? PG 13? Something along those lines? Can be taken as boy/boy, can be taken as friendship, so yeah. =x
Pairing: Ryo/Ueda friendship or romantic, whichever. -shrugs-
Summary: Ryo hates being cut off in the middle of saying something. Ueda decides that it isn't his fault since Ryo's insults and compliments begin the same way.
i.
Ryo approaches Ueda after Ueda has been working on his dancing in the practice room vigorously for many hours-he is hot, sweaty, tired, and cranky. He can’t manage to get his steps exactly right-keeps faltering, not enough emotion, not enough of the charm that the other KAT-TUN boys seem to naturally have.
“Your dancing was crap, Princess,” Ryo smirks. Ueda wants to slap him-no, better yet, punch him with a right hooker that will break his jaw and keep him from talking and insulting anyone ever again. He restrains himself; of course.He doesn’t stop to wonder why exactly Ryo is in the general area at all-most of the people having left earlier.
“No one’s perfect,” Ueda says, stiffly. He packs up his bag and moves for the door. “Neither are you,” he mutters under his breath.
Ryo hears, of course-and crows. “I’m the sexy Osaka man~!” he says, smirk growing wider. “Of course I’m perfect,” he preens, and gloats, as if Ueda’s ‘insult’ wasn’t even an insult at all, and simply another thing to boost his ego even more.
“Nobody’s perfect,” Ueda repeats-sounding a bit unsure of himself, a bit hesitant-even though he knows he’s right and Ryo’s just a manipulative bastard who can get him angry and confused and fumbling for words in a heartbeat. Ryo sure as hell isn’t perfect-even though he dances well and is dashingly, strikingly handsome in his own arrogant way; appearances aren’t everything, after all, and Ueda hasn’t seen many of Ryo’s nicer moments.
“Says you, donkey face. Jealousy isn’t befitting of someone like you-you can’t afford to look even uglier than you already are, or you’ll lose the few fangirls you have!” he adds dramatically.
Ueda snorts impatiently. “Just because you’re short-“
Ryo cuts him off. “C’mon, princess donkey. Be more creative. The first thing anyone thinks of to insult me is my height. Dumbasses.”
Ueda would tell Ryo that he really wasn’t the type of person to insult someone, that he would much rather pay people compliments-but he knew Ryo would first call him a girl, and second, tell him to start heaping compliments on the ‘sexy Osaka man’.
Ryo takes his silence differently.
“What, can’t think of anything imperfect about me?” he smirks.
“I can teach you to be perfect like me, if you want,” Ryo says generously. “The first step is to lose that pathetic Gackt obsession-the second step, and most crucial, of course, is to get plastic surgery done; although I do think you’re a hopeless case,” he continues.
Ueda whirls around, control snapping, patience already worn thin, perfect hair already mussed up and skin slick with a thin layer of sweat from hard work, and glares. “You’re such a-“ he stops mid sentence. Ryo always made him lose himself in anger, always made him feel like crap, as if he couldn’t do anything right-he knew Ryo picked on him, picked on everyone, wasn’t perfect himself-but then man sure acted like he was king of the world, and the attitude was probably what mattered. And he wasn’t going to let Ryo manipulate him in any way.
“Whatever. I’m leaving.” Sniffing disdainfully, delicately swinging his bag over his shoulder, Ueda passes through the door, pausing for a moment.
Ryo is looking at him with a thoughtful look on his face; an appraising look, one that searches all over his body and makes Ueda feel like he’s looking for faults he knows will be there.
“You know, your dancing-“
He slams the door shut, irritated, knowing there’ll be another hurtful insult, and misses the end of Ryo’s sentence.
“-wasn’t so bad, Princess.”
ii.
“-because you’re a FUCKING BASTARD, and I didn’t even know such PATHETIC and LOWLY BEINGS as YOURSELF even get decent jobs like this when you don’t deserve to work at MCDONALDS, you’d probably poison the fucking customers-“
Ueda walks into the room to find an irate Ryo cursing at the new choreographer. The man was cringing and clutching his papers nervously, and tripping over random objects.
Being Ueda, he is indignant. “Stop cursing at the poor man!” Ueda shouts, flailing his arms a bit desperately and moving to stand in front of the new choreographer. “Just because you’re too stupid to get your stupid dance moves right-“
Ryo practically shrieks. “DO YOU KNOW HOW GODDAMN TIRED AND PISSED OFF I AM, PRINCESS? DON’T BE CRITICIZING ME NOW!”
“YOU DON’T NEED TO TAKE IT OUT ON INNOCENT PEOPLE! ” Ueda’s voice rises to match Ryo’s, the two standing face to face and the choreographer inching out the door. “OH, AND YOU CAN DISH OUT CRITICISM BUT CAN’T TAKE IT YOURSELF?”
Ryo is surprised that Ueda is actually raising his voice and shouting, and calms down abruptly. “I’m sorry,” he mutters under his breath.
Ueda’s mouth drops open in surprise.
“-for being stuck with such worthless people who will possibly lower my intelligence.” He finishes, triumphant.
An insult, but his tone has dropped and his voice is only quietly mocking, and Ueda can hear the strain in it. Ryo needs sleep, he thinks absentmindedly to himself before catching himself in the act of actually muttering that out loud, and Ryo looks pissed off again.
“Don’t trouble yourself, Princess. I’m a man-I can take the stress and I don’t need beauty sleep to look sexy.” His tone is still confident, his voice lilting-and Ueda isn’t sure if he was just imagining the strain.
“But you-“
Ueda doesn’t comment back, anyways, and doesn’t pause to hear the rest of Ryo’s jibe at how feminine Ueda is and how delicate and unable to take work, just nods and tells him to take care before noticing the choreographer has disappeared and hurries off to find him.
…But you are an alright guy for being concerned for me, I guess, Ryo thinks, rubbing his temples distractedly and coughing a bit from a sore throat and a bit of a cold.
iii.
“Damn it, why’s fish lips so fucking scared of me?” Ryo whines, irritated, as he and Tegoshi are lounging in the NewS dressing room.
Tegoshi laughs. “I dunno. Ryo is always nice to me!” he chirps.
Ryo is about to snap back ‘shut up’ in irritation and embarrassment, because he isn’t used to being called nice, but remembers that this is Tegoshi, who will either laugh it off and pretend not to care but be hurt emotionally and angst for a week, or pout at him and clamber all over him to ask him ‘what’s wrong?!’ and ‘what did I do?!’.
And besides, Tegoshi’s got a good heart, and Ryo knows that he always means what he says.
So he sighs, and runs a hand through his hair, and mutters that Tegoshi is always nice to him too.
Tegoshi grins happily, and tells him that what he is doing is the right attitude, and saying nice things like that will stop Ueda from being scared of him. “Wait…you do know how to compliment people, right?” Tegoshi asks, struck by a sudden thought.
“Of course!” Ryo snaps. “The sexy Osaka man can do everything, don’t question my brilliance!”
Tegoshi claps. “Go Ryooo~!” He wonders what Massu is doing right now, and resolves to ask Massu if he had ever heard Ryo compliment someone the next time he saw his friend.
“Ne-just compliment Ueda the next time you see him and he won’t be scared anymore! And…uhh…don’t call him fish lips or donkey face. Yeah. ”
Ryo nods distractedly, picking up a newspaper from the table.
It’s then that Ueda suddenly pops a head in the room asking where Yamapi is, dressed casually but looking like he spent at least an hour on his hair, and Ryo barks at him, “What are you doing in the NewS dressing room, dumbass? Or are you so illiterate that you can’t even read the stupid sign on the door?” He drops the newspaper on the floor and grinds on it with his foot, looking angry. Not that he was angry-but he was trying to casually come up with some sort of compliment.
Ah. Hair. Princess keeps his hair beautiful and perfect all the time, so it wouldn’t sound weird if I told him it looked nice, he thinks.
“Your-“
The KAT-TUN member just glares, and cuts him off. “I wasn’t asking you, and I’m not even completely in the room,” he says, defiantly. Before getting into a whole argument with Ryo over this, Ueda slams the door shut again and footsteps can be heard moving away.
“Maybe…maybe that’s why he’s scared of you?” Tegoshi asks, timidly, really a bit uncertain by now in his friend’s ability to be nice and compliment people.
Ryo thinks it over, and decides Tegoshi is wrong. “All I did was ask Ueda why he was in the NewS dressing room!” he complains. “Ueda is so damn sensitive, the girl. And I was gonna compliment him too, AND I didn’t call him fish lips or donkey face.”
Tegoshi sighs a bit, and decides Ryo is too stubborn and hard to argue with, so he just changes the topic and starts rambling on about how much candy Massu made him buy the last time the two went to the candy shop.
iv.
“Ueda, we’re going shopping,” Ryo announces, waving a hand in front of Ueda’s face as the boy is trying to write song lyrics.
The said boy snorts. “Why? Firstly, why would you want to go with me if you say my sense of fashion is so bad-and secondly, why would I want to go with you?” He crosses his legs, twirls his pen between two fingers, and turns back to the sheet of paper.
Ryo, being Ryo, snatches up the paper, looks at it, frowns, and throws it behind him somewhere.
"Firstly and secondly, the manager’s decided that our rivalry has gone too long-not that it can be called a rivalry because you’re not worthy of being my rival-but anyways, because apparently a lot of fan girls decided that we looked cute together,” he snorts derisively, “and that I only picked on you because I was the type that picked on people I liked most or romantically or whatever…we’re suppose to go shopping and the photographers will take a lot of our ‘happy’ moments together for some magazine or another. And thirdly, your song writing sucks.”
Ueda can’t resist smirking. “If you were the type who picked on people you liked romantically, you’d be a total slut.”
He’s surprised when Ryo bursts into full out laughter and doesn’t deny the fact. Ryo has a nice laugh when he’s not laughing at you, Ueda
thinks-it’s far from a giggle, but not too deep either, and Ueda has never seen Ryo actually laugh at himself before.
And his eyes crinkle up at the edges, and he actually smiles with his teeth, not the close lipped, I’m-better-than-you-and-we-both-know-it smirk.
“True…true…” he says between breathless laughter.
The clicks of the camera as the photographer snaps pictures and nods his approval distracts Ueda, and he suddenly wonders if that laugh, and that smile he had thought was so genuine, was solely for the camera after all, and the fan girls.
Ryo sees the sudden frown on his face, and tells him to lighten up because the frowns only made him look uglier, not sexier, and since they are going to go shopping together, he will be a bastard if he keeps up the bad mood.
“Only I can be a bastard and still have everyone love me,” he informs Ueda pompously.
The KAT-TUN member thinks, accepting the fact you’re a bastard is the first step, right? But wonders why exactly Ryo can be such a bastard but still be so damn popular. It’s annoying and unfair, that every time Ryo insults another person it makes his popularity grow even more.
Half an hour later, Ueda has finished primping and getting ready, because a photo shot is still a photo shot, no matter how informal, and Ryo’s tapping his feet impatiently outside the door muttering that a sexy Osaka man such as himself doesn’t need to spend so much time trying to look good with cosmetics.
“Shut up,” Ueda tells him snippily.
The photographer tells them to at least look as if they’re having fun and being relaxed with one another. So Ryo slouches a bit, relaxes his
posture as he walks, and Ueda drops his hands to his sides instead of clenching his bag in irritation.
“You look-“
“I know, I know,” Ueda cuts off, impatiently, a finger going up to twirl a lock of his own hair. “You’re going to say I look terrible either way, being a ‘donkey faced, fish lipped princess’ or whatever. No need to say it, seriously.”
Ryo wants to scream in frustration. “I WAS SAYING-“
“Shut up,” Ueda tells him again.
Ryo gives up, and simply snorts. I was SAYING that you looked just FINE without cosmetics, damnit! He thinks, annoyed.
v.
It’s a nice day out, a spring day-the clouds are fluffy white against blue sky that seemed to stretch on forever. The trees have lush green leaves with drops of dew on them from the rain-sunlight streams through and casts patterns on the sidewalk. Ueda relaxes and forgets Ryo is there-Ryo, with his mean attitude and insults; Ryo, who took pleasure in other peoples’ discomfort; Ryo, who never seemed to realize that some people were actually hurt from his insults, who never seemed to realize that sometimes you just didn’t insult your friends. Ryo, with words that could stab you in the heart like a dagger-oh, there could be a possible idea for a song. One that Ryo would call lame, probably.
The aforementioned Ryo was striding alongside Ueda, glancing at shop windows and hardly noticing the photographer stumbling to keep up with the two.
“C’mon, princess!” He commands, pulling on Ueda’s arm to get him to go into a clothing shop.
They pose for the camera in the shop, try on clothes, buy a pair of jeans or two and a couple T-shirts for the sake of buying something, and leave just as the sky is growing dark. The photographer is already sick of their squabbling over random things (“Princess, I think that shirt is meant for FEMALES.” “Shut UP, what would you know?”) and has left in a taxi, and the two have to walk home alone.
Then it starts to rain. Not drizzling, or normal rain-it pours. Lightening crackles in the sky, thunder shakes and rumbles, and sheets and buckets or rain come pouring down in a seemingly endless torrent.
“DAMN IT ALL!” Ryo shouts up into the sky, shaking his fist at some invisible enemy.
He actually looks pretty funny, rain plastering his hair on his head and streaming down his face, clothes soaked and dripping, yelling up at the sky-but Ueda keeps silent and grins in his mind. Ueda’s pretty soaked himself, after all-his makeup is probably washed off by now, he probably looks horrible, and his hair is completely ruined. And his clothes. And he is freezing, and shivering, because he didn’t think to bring a jacket.
Of course, neither did Ryo. They didn’t bring umbrellas, either. But Ryo seems unaffected by the cold, just frustrated at the rain and mud and wetness.
“Let’s run to my house,” Ueda offers. His house is a lot closer than Ryo’s, which is in Osaka after all, and he doubts Ryo wants to take the subway to Osaka right now.
Ryo looks at him for a second and agrees-he doesn’t feel like searching for a shop that sells umbrellas, anyways, and most of the shops have closed.
So the two run in the pouring rain to Ueda’s house. They almost make it before Ueda shrieks that he forgot his bag in the clothing store.
“FUCK YOUR STUPID BAG, PRINCESS!” Ryo has lost it-he is wet, he is dripping, his clothes are ruined, and Ueda is angsting about his forgotten bag.
Ueda snaps, too. “JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE AND CAN’T THINK ABOUT ANYONE OTHER THAN YOURSELF!! WHO WAS THE ONE WHO OFFERED TO LET YOU STAY AT MY HOUSE, HMM?”
“FINE!” Ryo shrieks. “GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING DONKEY FACED PRINCESS, JUST LEAVE ME OUT HERE AND GO IN YOUR STUPID COMFORTABLE HOUSE!! I CAN-”
“I didn’t mean-”
“GOOD BYE, PRINCESS.”
“ALRIGHT FINE! BE STUBBORN ALL YOU WANT!“
“SHUT UP, I’M-”
“CAN’T YOU JUST-”
“I’LL-“
Ueda slams the door in Ryo’s face. He feels guilty seconds later, and opens the door again, but Ryo has left. He calls Ryo’s cell phone, but no one picks up-he calls all of his other friends, where Ryo might stay-he knows Ryo won’t go all the way to Osaka in the pouring rain, so he must be staying at someone’s house-but none of his friends know where Ryo is; they all think he’s with Ueda.
Ueda’s conscience is really bothering him-he thinks it’s all his fault, what if Ryo gets struck down by lightening-oh, but that’s something Jin would think, Ueda’s not that idiotic, and the chances of being struck by lightening are really, really, really, small, like, not even one percent…right?
He falls asleep leaning against the unlocked door.
Half an hour later-
“DAMN YOU, PRINCESS, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” Ryo is pounding on the door, and Ueda opens his eyes sleepily.
“FIRST, you don’t let me finish my frigging sentence after your dance rehearsal when I WAS GOING TO SAY YOUR DANCING WASN’T SO BAD. SECOND, you don’t let me thank you when you were all concerned because I was feeling really goddamn crappy because of a stupid cold-third, you don’t let me-“
Ueda tries to open the door.
“-COMPLIMENT you to show Tegoshi I could actually COMPLIMENT, and you’re still so fucking scared of me it’s silly-“
Ueda tugs on the door knob, but it seems to be stuck. He pulls harder.
“-AND THEN I TRY TO TELL YOU THAT YOU LOOK FINE WITHOUT MAKEUP. But of COURSE you don’t let me say that either, you seem to enjoy cutting me off in the middle of my sentences, and then you LEAVE ME IN THE FUCKING RAIN WITHOUT GIVING ME A GODDAMN UMBRELLA WHEN I-“
The door finally opens, and Ryo tumbles in, sprawling over Ueda’s carpet and half flung over Ueda. Damn, but Ryo’s freezing cold and wet, and Ueda was just drying off.
“-WENT BACK TO THE STUPID STORE TO GET YOUR STUPID BAG!” Ryo finishes, shouting in Ueda’s ear and making him feel as if he is going half deaf. He throws the bag at Ueda-it’s still relatively dry, Ryo must have covered it with something.
“And then you leave me in the rain for a couple minutes longer because your door is a piece of shit.” Ryo mumbles, sneezing three times.
Ueda’s still absorbing all the information that Ryo’s just shouted at him, and his eyes widen. “Thanks…?” he asks. “It’s not my fault your insults and compliments start the same way,” he adds, defensively.
Ryo just mutters, “Idiot princess,” and stumbles over to collapse on Ueda’s couch, shivering and wet and dripping all over Ueda’s rug and couch and pretty much everything.
Ueda figures he owes Ryo something, so he ignores that fact for once and gets Ryo a cup of hot cocoa and a warm blanket.
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First JE fic ever, unbeta'd and unchecked. X______x;;;
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