[Incomplete] Iron Chef Yamapi - PG [Jin/Koyama/Ryo/Yamapi]
Iron Chef Yamapi
tinyangl, 604 words
Akanishi Jin/Koyama Keiichiro/Nishikido Ryo/Yamashita Tomohisa!Friendship.
A/N: AU snippet meme: "yamapi; iron chef." for 4_03_am (Originally posted here.)
Yamapi dreamt of becoming the Iron Chef. He couldn't even hide it - the idea of being the Iron Chef got him through school, the travels in and out of Japan to places where he couldn't even speak the language (and very rarely, couldn't eat the food), the friends he gained and lost. All for the sake of one dream that had as much chance of happening as he had the chance to become a pop idol at his age (he was nearly 34).
So when he'd gotten word that they were asking him to join the show despite his young age, becoming the Iron Chef Japanese (he found out that it was his roots that he was best at), Yamapi jumped at the chance.
It was all he ever dreamt of.
Much more, and at the same time, much less.
--
He lost his first battle.
With every critique from the judge, Yamapi's stomach plummeted. Their noses wrinkled as they tasted his food, eyes squinted - looking curious, lips pursed. All bad signs. His stomach plunged again.
They all gave him encouraging remarks at the end though.
It's your first time.
You learn from your mistakes.
A good attempt.
Just not there yet.
Yamapi groaned, resting his head against his arm after having trudged all the way from the studio to Koyama's ramen place. "Fuckfuckfuck," he mumbled.
"Not all you expected?" Ryo asked, taking a gulp of beer.
"I do still need another cook," Koyama chimed in, placing a mug of beer next to Yamapi. "Want anything to eat?"
"Too much food. Get it away from me." Yamapi never lifted his head.
Ryo shrugged at Koyama who only nodded, moving around behind the counter. "That bad?" Koyama asked.
"Even worse."
The door opened again and Koyama's automatic "Irrashai" faltered as he saw Jin walk through. "Ah, it's just you."
Jin shook off his coat, frowning at Koyama. "You keep that up, we'll find another ramen place to go to."
Koyama only rolled his eyes, setting another mug of beer next to Yamapi's head.
"Hey, big winner!" Jin cheered, slapping a hand on Yamapi's back. Yamapi winced.
Ryo shook his head, sighing. "Read the atmosphere, idiot. Does he look like he won?" He took another drink.
Jin looked down at the still prone Yamapi. "Hmm. Maybe not."
"Idiot," Ryo snapped again.
"Well," Jin said comfortingly. "There's always next time?" He slapped another hand on Yamapi's back. Yamapi groaned loudly, then whimpered lightly at Ryo who pushed Jin's hand out of the way.
--
He lost the second battle. Won the third.
That's when the real party started. Yamapi called Ryo, telling him that for his first victory they were going to go all out. Ryo laughed, saying he was going to call everyone then - round them all up.
Yamapi grinned before pulling on his jacket, and heading out the door.
As soon as he arrived to Koyama's shop, the place was already filled with people, even having a sign outside that said they were closed for the night. He walked through the door, a huge smile on his face before he was attached by arms and hands and loud voices congratulating for his win finally.
"Knew you had it in you," Ryo said happily.
"Looks like your dreams are coming true." Koyama grinned at him before offering him a can of beer. Yamapi took it gratefully.
Jin slung an arm around him. "Told you next time would be a good time."
Yamapi scoffed. "You just say that every time. Shouldn't count."
"Eh. I keep the faith, that's all." He winked lightly at Yamapi before returning back into the crowd.
Yaampi snorted again, taking a sip of his beer.
This was what winning meant. Friends. Drinks. Confidence. Yamapi thought he was on the right track.
He won his next battle after that.
--
tinyangl, 604 words
Akanishi Jin/Koyama Keiichiro/Nishikido Ryo/Yamashita Tomohisa!Friendship.
A/N: AU snippet meme: "yamapi; iron chef." for 4_03_am (Originally posted here.)
Yamapi dreamt of becoming the Iron Chef. He couldn't even hide it - the idea of being the Iron Chef got him through school, the travels in and out of Japan to places where he couldn't even speak the language (and very rarely, couldn't eat the food), the friends he gained and lost. All for the sake of one dream that had as much chance of happening as he had the chance to become a pop idol at his age (he was nearly 34).
So when he'd gotten word that they were asking him to join the show despite his young age, becoming the Iron Chef Japanese (he found out that it was his roots that he was best at), Yamapi jumped at the chance.
It was all he ever dreamt of.
Much more, and at the same time, much less.
--
He lost his first battle.
With every critique from the judge, Yamapi's stomach plummeted. Their noses wrinkled as they tasted his food, eyes squinted - looking curious, lips pursed. All bad signs. His stomach plunged again.
They all gave him encouraging remarks at the end though.
It's your first time.
You learn from your mistakes.
A good attempt.
Just not there yet.
Yamapi groaned, resting his head against his arm after having trudged all the way from the studio to Koyama's ramen place. "Fuckfuckfuck," he mumbled.
"Not all you expected?" Ryo asked, taking a gulp of beer.
"I do still need another cook," Koyama chimed in, placing a mug of beer next to Yamapi. "Want anything to eat?"
"Too much food. Get it away from me." Yamapi never lifted his head.
Ryo shrugged at Koyama who only nodded, moving around behind the counter. "That bad?" Koyama asked.
"Even worse."
The door opened again and Koyama's automatic "Irrashai" faltered as he saw Jin walk through. "Ah, it's just you."
Jin shook off his coat, frowning at Koyama. "You keep that up, we'll find another ramen place to go to."
Koyama only rolled his eyes, setting another mug of beer next to Yamapi's head.
"Hey, big winner!" Jin cheered, slapping a hand on Yamapi's back. Yamapi winced.
Ryo shook his head, sighing. "Read the atmosphere, idiot. Does he look like he won?" He took another drink.
Jin looked down at the still prone Yamapi. "Hmm. Maybe not."
"Idiot," Ryo snapped again.
"Well," Jin said comfortingly. "There's always next time?" He slapped another hand on Yamapi's back. Yamapi groaned loudly, then whimpered lightly at Ryo who pushed Jin's hand out of the way.
--
He lost the second battle. Won the third.
That's when the real party started. Yamapi called Ryo, telling him that for his first victory they were going to go all out. Ryo laughed, saying he was going to call everyone then - round them all up.
Yamapi grinned before pulling on his jacket, and heading out the door.
As soon as he arrived to Koyama's shop, the place was already filled with people, even having a sign outside that said they were closed for the night. He walked through the door, a huge smile on his face before he was attached by arms and hands and loud voices congratulating for his win finally.
"Knew you had it in you," Ryo said happily.
"Looks like your dreams are coming true." Koyama grinned at him before offering him a can of beer. Yamapi took it gratefully.
Jin slung an arm around him. "Told you next time would be a good time."
Yamapi scoffed. "You just say that every time. Shouldn't count."
"Eh. I keep the faith, that's all." He winked lightly at Yamapi before returning back into the crowd.
Yaampi snorted again, taking a sip of his beer.
This was what winning meant. Friends. Drinks. Confidence. Yamapi thought he was on the right track.
He won his next battle after that.
--