Drabbles: V6, T&T
J-Sports 2003
Pairing: Okada/Morita (V6)
Rating: PG
Summary: First rule of the jimusho - don't believe in the illusion of privacy; you'll only do badly by it.
J-Sports 2003, somewhere under Tokyo Dome
Locked doors aren't really ever locked. First rule of the jimusho - don't believe in the illusion of privacy; you'll only do badly by it. If the cameras aren't open they're hidden; if your group members aren't listening, somebody else is. Okada knows that; Morita knows that. They sit on opposite ends of the dressing room, Morita moodily kicking a soccer ball around as the rest of their world rushes around outside: Ken plaintively trying to find the lunch room; Kazama and Jimmy trading junior horror stories as they walk past. Senpai and kouhai rumble through, catching up and talking and intersecting at junctions of the dome's labyrinthe corridors. Innochi ducks into their room for half a second - borrowing this! he yells at Morita, snatching the ball away - before disappearing again.
Morita glowers at the space at his feet. He's never liked the wait before the event.
'Why don't you go upstairs and join the game?' Okada nods at the open door, indicating the train of senior jimoshu members trailing in Innochi's wake. His smile is curved at the edges, knowing. Morita'd rather --
'I'd rather die than get in between Innohara and Matsuoka,' the other man growls, crossing the room and shutting the door in the face of a cameraman. Okada pretends to observe the hem of his sleeve; smiling at Morita only infuriates him more.
'Shut up,' Morita says anyway.
'I didn't say anything,' Okada replies calmly, fingers finding the stitching of his shirt. Morita's fingers find the edge of his collar. 'There are cameras right outside,' Okada says, looking up into angry, reckless, bright eyes.
'That's why,' Morita replies, 'the door is closed.'
Even they don't really think about the rules, sometimes.
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Poporo Shoot, 2007
Pairing: Takki/Tsubasa (T&T)
Rating: G
Summary: There's so much about his partner that he -- Crack-! -- hates, Takki reflects. That he really, honestly hates.
Poporo magazine shoot, October 2007 (Tackey and Tsubasa 5th Anniversary shoot)
In a moment of refleciton, Takizawa pauses in between one flash and the next to look at the man across the table. Saying that Tsubasa doesn't bother is being slightly unfair to Tsubasa: it implies that he's avoided thinking of putting more effort into his public image. Takizawa thinks that's off the point: Tsubasa doesn't even think of how the rest of the world sees him (and his hair; Tsubasa may insult his fashion sense, but one day Takki will point out he isn't the one with the worst hair in the jimusho). There's so much about his partner that he --
Crack-!
-- hates, Takki reflects. That he really, honestly hates.
The innocent smile fools only the shutters as they click. 'They gave us crackers for a reason,' Tsubasa grins, because he knows Takki hates the noise.
Takki makes obligatory noises of protest as the crew laughs from behind the cameras, but his easy lies are nothing compared to the real spark in Tsubasa's eyes, rarely seen in five year's worth of Poporo and Wink Up and Myojo, and rarely false.