trails of broken hearts [2 vignettes]
Title: the words with no sounds
Author:
kono_sora_ni
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Genre: Friendship/Future!fic/Angst
Summary: Forever is harsh. Yabu knows that better than anyone else.“Nothing lasts forever,” his mother once told him, smoothing his hair and smiling her warm, warm smile.
For a moment, Yabu pauses in the middle of buttoning up his shirt, watching 7 and their usual, childish antics. They’ve grown so much though, he ponders with the quarter of a smile, wondering where the unruly bunch of teenagers disappeared to.
Chiinen, still small, still what you would call adorable, engages himself with a conversation with Ryuutaro. It’s a funny thing, the fact that Chiinen hasn’t changed much in appearance. Yabu could tell, though, right away, that he is far from the young junior he was. After everything everyone’s been through, it’s hard not to be.
The youngest out of the batch, Ryuutaro, smiles warily, only nodding at occasion to what his companion has to say, eyes flickering over to the others. Ryuutaro never says much, but always listens. He has wise eyes for a child, but still, a child is a child and Yabu can’t help but watch him grow and try to steady his footsteps.
He’s gotten even taller, Yuuto has, taller than him, long limbed and awkward, if only for those brief moments of puberty. No longer was he the small boy running with boundless energy and getting into trouble. He’s simply grown so much, maturing and understanding the world along the way, and this makes Yabu feel like a proud mother.
Said boy grins with his eyes as he places one arm around Yamada and the other around Keito, whispering phrases Yabu couldn’t hear, but was sure had to do with the keywords ‘hot’ and ‘girls’, possibly ‘triplets’. Yamada returns the grin, ever confident in his abilities, but Keito smiles sheepishly and ducks out of the way.
Yabu remembers watching a much younger Yamada stumble his way around the jimusho, still surprised he had gotten in. No, he remembers the first time seeing the boy, when he was younger than any of them were right now, dancing with the crowd of hopefuls. An unpolished talent, you could tell right away, and that’s why he’s here.
Keito’s shoulders shake as he laughs, pushing Yuuto lightly as the other pesters him, whining ‘why’ over and over again. Yabu rolls his eyes, marveling at how well the English boy fit in with them, how he just belonged despite everything. Everyone was cautious at first; there was even disdain, when they first debuted with Keito.
But all’s well that ends well, and he doesn’t dwell upon what’s finished and done.
A hand gives him a reassuring pat on the back, and when he turns, he’s greeted by that perpetual smile of Hikaru’s. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s had a best friend other than Hikaru-they’ve been together since as long as Yabu could remember, and it was a comfort, a miracle that they debuted in the same group.
(His heart still drops when he thinks of Shoon and Taiyou and the others who didn’t make it with them, but he hopes, perhaps he knows, they are doing well, where they are now and what they are doing. But still. It would have been nice if they all had debuted together, if only in wishful thinking.)
Inoo closes the book he’s been reading, letting out a soft sigh-Yabu notices, Yabu always does. It’s the last year of college for him, he’s to graduate soon, but between juggling their concerts and school work, he could see life is difficult for Inoo. Yet the thing about Inoo that he admires is that the other never gave up.
A small frown graces Takaki’s face and that sparks his curiosity. The younger’s reading a magazine again, no doubt chockfull of scandals, true or untrue, about them. Takaki sighs, throwing the magazine down, and Yabu has a feeling there’s a new rumor about him. Ever since the incident with Rubi, they’ve all try to be careful, but love is a difficult thing.
Daiki curls away in one corner, trying to catch up on his sleep, since he rarely slept nowadays between drama filming and movie filming and the concerts. It’s the sad reality, overworking idols and never giving them a rest. Yabu can see dark circles around Daiki’s eyes and it pains him. Yet they all love what they do and stepping into the limelight makes everything right as day again.
The way Yabu sees it, the band might be disbanded years from now, months from now, weeks from now, maybe it might even be tomorrow that Kitagawa-san would call the ten of them into his office and announce that Hey! Say! JUMP was no longer a group. It wasn’t going to last forever.
Nothing lasts forever, but Yabu thinks, it’s alright. “How is everyone tonight? I can’t hear you!” The crowd roars, their cries filling his ears. Yes, this is alright. It didn’t need to last forever, because this, this is enough.
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Yuuto doesn’t say a word, couldn’t say a word and Chiinen’s eyes are faraway, glassy and distant. Takaki fists his hands and looks away; Yabu buries his face into his hands and does everything not to cry. Yamada cries, the horrible, silent type, just tears, and Inoo comforts, voice murmuring monotones and broken words no one hears. Keito looks down at his feet, accepting the words as they are said, and Daiki wants to shout, to scream and beg, anything but this. Hikaru cracks a smile and takes it as a joke, even though he knows it’s not, while Ryuutaro laughs along, refusing to believe.
“…it’s the end.”
Their world crashes and burns.
Title: sticks && stones, lovers && bones
Author:
kono_sora_ni
Rating: PG
Pairing: Unrequited love, Yamada-centric
Genre: Angst/Tragedy
Summary: And for an idol, love is a most foreign word.Sometimes, Ryosuke thinks, it would be a wonderful thing to love and be loved in return.
He meets his first love at the train station; it is snowing that day, he has a break from the life in the jimusho, and he’s just finished club. She has long, long hair, straight, dark, and skin as pale as snow, standing there at the platform and quietly reading a book-a manga, Shirahime-Syo. (When he thinks about it, maybe she was a yuki-onna.)
Reading, just reading, but as the train pulls to a stop, she turns, their eyes lock for a moment, and she smiles. A fragile thing, but soft, pretty and delicate, and for a moment his world stops. He wants to protect her, she seems to be breakable. He steps forward, and offers a smile in return, “Hi, my name’s Yamada Ryosuke.” She gives him a name but he never sees her again.
“What’s your ideal type, Yamada-san?” He smiles, and replies the exact opposite of her.
The second time he falls in love, it is, ironically, with the girl he describes to the interviewer; short hair, strong personality, outspoken and loud. He feels his heart skip beats as she smiles and asks whether or not he has the notes for Math. (She knows very well he doesn’t like math, and he knows very well she’s excellent in math.)
“We’re always going to be friends, ne, Yamada-kun?” She smiles her bittersweet smile and he can only nod in response. He can’t have her, she knows it and he knows it, no matter how they wish. A month later, he lets her go and tells her to fall in love with someone who won’t break her heart.
She does, and that night he wishes for her happiness, their happiness.
Third time’s the charm, they say, but really, it isn’t. She steals his first kiss, but it’s not the type of first kiss he’s always thought of. The camera lights glare and she has to kiss him over and over again, until the director tells them to stop. It’s a kiss filled to the brim with desperation and desire and passion and…no, not love, it can’t be love.
She combs her fingers through her hair-it’s not long but it’s not short, not short anymore at least-and sits back down onto a makeshift makeup station with the makeup-chan’s fussing over her. He’s seen her like this a million times before, but today, there’s something different, and his insides twist and turn and knot together.
But their futures are too good, too bright, so he ignores the feelings and kisses her again.
Sometimes, Ryosuke thinks, falling in love is a wonderful thing, it’s getting back up that’s the hard part.
Author’s Note:
Products of boredom and procrastination. :D Kudos to Imouto-chan for beta-ing.
disclaimer: this is purely fictional. any coincidences with things in real life, dead or alive, coincidental or not, are for fictional purposes only.
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