Remix for elyndys
Title: There’s a world in between (You & Me)
Rating: PG
Group/Pairing: Kanjani8; Shibutani Subaru/Yasuda Shota
Notes: Sooo… This was my first time participating in the remix and, well, it was definitely interesting. I haven’t written much Kanjani lately, there’s practically none really in my journal so. But I enjoyed working on this, even if I was a little scared of going outside of the box that the original story built. Thanks to my lovely beta, you-know-who-you are not Voldemort, no in the shadows, ilusm!!!
Personally, I feel it’s a little short, but I liked it the way it is now… So, elyndys, I hope you enjoy it, and everybody else too!
Summary: There’s some things Subaru keeps to himself.
Link to Original Story: Between You & Me
Link to Original Writer: elyndys
*
You can’t help the warmth rushing through your veins when you open the door and he’s there. Your words, however harsh they might seem, lose their edge because there’s a tiny smile quirking at the corners of your lips.
What are you doing here?
Then he’s babbling, you catch something about your parents and you grin at him, telling him they went already, that he missed them.
You hope you could make your parents return immediately when his face falls. There’s a beat before his smile is back, with a whole new level of mischief as he shows you the sake. You can’t help but smile back.
*
It’s an hour later and a third of his copious amounts of sake is gone. Somewhere at the back of your mind you think you’re starting to be a little tipsy, not that you would admit it. Somehow the conversation, as one-sided as it is, has turned back to your mother. He’s wondering why she likes him so much, and you think what is there not to like, but you keep it to yourself. Then he says something you did not want to hear, way too embarrassing for your brain to even decode but you cringe anyway.
After another cup of sake and a longer moment, somewhere in the conversation you say what you really think, sort of.
You’re the sort of person mums want their sons to marry.
There’s a long silence before he corrects you, and you happily note he doesn’t sound terribly upset or anything alike, he states it as it is, a fact. He continues on to say something but you’re not listening to his words, just his voice floating in the air. Then he says something about you needing to get a girlfriend and your ears perk up instantly.
And where am I gonna get one of those? you ask. He’s quiet, and you let yourself hope, dream.
*
You think two thirds of the sake is gone when he starts talking about traveling, asking you where you want to go. You think about all the places you want to see and you don’t even think it’s weird anymore when each of your visions have him in them.
You start talking about England and Australia, telling him about the dreams you’ve never told anyone before. He listens to you intently, bright eyes trained on you and you can feel it even with your eyes closed while you see the places you’re talking about behind your closed eyelids.
After you finish he suggests that you could go together sometime, and you want to drag him to your computer to plan everything, now. Instead, the words that escape your mouth are Who says I wanna go with you? You want to smack yourself even when he laughs it off. You briefly wonder if you’ve been spending too much time with Ryo, that maybe his snark is rubbing off on you. You wonder, but you drop it in favor of listening to his giggles, because it’s better, much better and it makes you feel warm all over in a way you never thought something else than a hot cup of tea would.
*
You wake up to the sound of guitar. You don’t want to get up, so you don’t. No, you lay back in your bed, eyes closed, soaking in the sounds his fingers draw from the instrument.
When you finally summon the energy to get up and shuffle to the living room, you find him sitting in front of your couch with your guitar in his lap and you think it’s perfect. Then he looks up at you, doesn’t stop playing, and smiles. He says morning and it’s like honey and sunshine to your ears, even if your muddled brain registered the pitter-patter of rain drops against the windows at some point.
You sit down next to him and the sensations overwhelm you. When he looks at you, catches you staring at him, you smile, just because.
All of it makes you want to tell him everything. Everything from the weird funny feelings you get whenever he’s around up to the dreams you barely dare to imagine yourself. You know what you want, but at some level you also know the cost of it all. There are so many things you could tell him, so many things you want to tell him.
You don’t say anything because you’re cautious, because you know what it could do to you, to your career. But really, it’s him and his career you’re more worried about. You don’t say anything because you’re aware, aware of how restricted your life is, you know who’s in charge of everything. You don’t dare to go against your boss, or against the society.
You stay quiet and watch him, now and in the future. You want to tell him that what ever he wants to do or does, you’ll watch over him, because you know you will. You listen to his melody and it sounds exactly like him; bright and original. You never want to forget.
When you speak, the words you say are It’s perfect. He looks at you, not really understanding and for once more you entertain yourself with the thought of telling him everything. The song, Yasu. The song.
Rating: PG
Group/Pairing: Kanjani8; Shibutani Subaru/Yasuda Shota
Notes: Sooo… This was my first time participating in the remix and, well, it was definitely interesting. I haven’t written much Kanjani lately, there’s practically none really in my journal so. But I enjoyed working on this, even if I was a little scared of going outside of the box that the original story built. Thanks to my lovely beta, you-know-who-you are not Voldemort, no in the shadows, ilusm!!!
Personally, I feel it’s a little short, but I liked it the way it is now… So, elyndys, I hope you enjoy it, and everybody else too!
Summary: There’s some things Subaru keeps to himself.
Link to Original Story: Between You & Me
Link to Original Writer: elyndys
*
You can’t help the warmth rushing through your veins when you open the door and he’s there. Your words, however harsh they might seem, lose their edge because there’s a tiny smile quirking at the corners of your lips.
What are you doing here?
Then he’s babbling, you catch something about your parents and you grin at him, telling him they went already, that he missed them.
You hope you could make your parents return immediately when his face falls. There’s a beat before his smile is back, with a whole new level of mischief as he shows you the sake. You can’t help but smile back.
*
It’s an hour later and a third of his copious amounts of sake is gone. Somewhere at the back of your mind you think you’re starting to be a little tipsy, not that you would admit it. Somehow the conversation, as one-sided as it is, has turned back to your mother. He’s wondering why she likes him so much, and you think what is there not to like, but you keep it to yourself. Then he says something you did not want to hear, way too embarrassing for your brain to even decode but you cringe anyway.
After another cup of sake and a longer moment, somewhere in the conversation you say what you really think, sort of.
You’re the sort of person mums want their sons to marry.
There’s a long silence before he corrects you, and you happily note he doesn’t sound terribly upset or anything alike, he states it as it is, a fact. He continues on to say something but you’re not listening to his words, just his voice floating in the air. Then he says something about you needing to get a girlfriend and your ears perk up instantly.
And where am I gonna get one of those? you ask. He’s quiet, and you let yourself hope, dream.
*
You think two thirds of the sake is gone when he starts talking about traveling, asking you where you want to go. You think about all the places you want to see and you don’t even think it’s weird anymore when each of your visions have him in them.
You start talking about England and Australia, telling him about the dreams you’ve never told anyone before. He listens to you intently, bright eyes trained on you and you can feel it even with your eyes closed while you see the places you’re talking about behind your closed eyelids.
After you finish he suggests that you could go together sometime, and you want to drag him to your computer to plan everything, now. Instead, the words that escape your mouth are Who says I wanna go with you? You want to smack yourself even when he laughs it off. You briefly wonder if you’ve been spending too much time with Ryo, that maybe his snark is rubbing off on you. You wonder, but you drop it in favor of listening to his giggles, because it’s better, much better and it makes you feel warm all over in a way you never thought something else than a hot cup of tea would.
*
You wake up to the sound of guitar. You don’t want to get up, so you don’t. No, you lay back in your bed, eyes closed, soaking in the sounds his fingers draw from the instrument.
When you finally summon the energy to get up and shuffle to the living room, you find him sitting in front of your couch with your guitar in his lap and you think it’s perfect. Then he looks up at you, doesn’t stop playing, and smiles. He says morning and it’s like honey and sunshine to your ears, even if your muddled brain registered the pitter-patter of rain drops against the windows at some point.
You sit down next to him and the sensations overwhelm you. When he looks at you, catches you staring at him, you smile, just because.
All of it makes you want to tell him everything. Everything from the weird funny feelings you get whenever he’s around up to the dreams you barely dare to imagine yourself. You know what you want, but at some level you also know the cost of it all. There are so many things you could tell him, so many things you want to tell him.
You don’t say anything because you’re cautious, because you know what it could do to you, to your career. But really, it’s him and his career you’re more worried about. You don’t say anything because you’re aware, aware of how restricted your life is, you know who’s in charge of everything. You don’t dare to go against your boss, or against the society.
You stay quiet and watch him, now and in the future. You want to tell him that what ever he wants to do or does, you’ll watch over him, because you know you will. You listen to his melody and it sounds exactly like him; bright and original. You never want to forget.
When you speak, the words you say are It’s perfect. He looks at you, not really understanding and for once more you entertain yourself with the thought of telling him everything. The song, Yasu. The song.