[KinKi Fic] N/A
Warning for elusive fluff with a sap-dripping core, written in reckless long-running double-meaning sentences, that alludes to not-self-contained references and cliches, mostly to satisfy a nagging muse and a writing itch and increasing posting awareness after losing a few shelved KinKi fic drafts to a dead harddisk. =)P
If you don't violently object to the above phrasing style then it'll be okay to read on... =D;
Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: KinKi Kids
Genre: Fluff, reflection-ish
Rating: G
Summary: The aftermath of Tom-san's remark about "the 30-year-old 2-member-group with no interest in marriage" in DK with Tsukamoto Takashi 2010.09.12.
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(Marital Status:) N/A
Marriage would be good, of course. They certainly did not oppose the idea. A family was undoubtedly great to have; they were homey folks after all.
Still, Tom-san's on-camera remark of how this two-member group cared so little about the issue could be a little on the sensitive side, which in itself might be all the more telling considering how long and how well the man had been involved in their group's history. All in all, it somehow warranted a breaktime discussion that Takamizawa-san cleverly decided to skip.
Kouichi stayed, to provide amusement according to Tom-san, but to his credit was genuinely motivated by plain curiosity about the members' thoughts on the topic, as was Tsuyoshi; though one's domain of interest might in truth involve a much smaller crowd than the other's.
Marriage would be good, of course. Tsuyoshi's family had always been the source of his strength, and that kind of love-energy was meant to be passed on, re-generated, re-cultivated, even if he had not felt the definite drive to accomplish it at this moment...
It was only after the discussion died down and everyone else had walked out of hearing range that Kouichi asked, almost passingly, "You really think so?"
Not an accusation -- after years of going by talk scripts followed by even more years of making up those scripts mentally on the fly, between them was a somber, mutual understanding of what really constituted a lie; he had waited for privacy simply because their public arguments were hardly of this nature, of a topic so directly on them.
Tsuyoshi certainly knew this and probably more, the way he looked at Kouichi thoughtfully and asked with purpose, "Don't you?"
Freedom would be better, if Kouichi had to choose, freedom to spend on the zealous interests nobody satisfactorily shared with him, freedom from the guilt of neglecting his supposed-beloved whenever he was buried in work, which was just as important and dear and comforting as the idea of a home, surrounded by these people he'd known for the longest time, especially--
A three-year-old joke flashed across his mind, a joke Tsuyoshi had afterwards declared to fall flat: Kouichi never bought him the ring, as that sort of convoluted gag was not Kouichi's style and he had therefore not developed a matching poker face.
He might indeed have a problem with people tacking deep emotional meanings onto objects otherwise fascinating purely for their elemental and physical properties, or in this case, onto a concept that could have been cleanly separated into practical matters of affection and desire and of living arrangements, each with an independent solution that to him was obvious and straightforward and having little to do with wedding vows.
That was well understood by his present company, who had given him the answer in that very question, to which the lazy reply similarly carried its meanings on the flip side of its words. "I have my hands full."
Tsuyoshi shrugged, not taking the slightest offense at the implication of what was the culprit taking up all that spare effort. "Typical excuse."
In the sparse studio only Kouichi caught the melting glint in those eyes, the one emotional interpretation of an otherwise matter-of-fact circumstance that he had never minded.
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If you don't violently object to the above phrasing style then it'll be okay to read on... =D;
Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: KinKi Kids
Genre: Fluff, reflection-ish
Rating: G
Summary: The aftermath of Tom-san's remark about "the 30-year-old 2-member-group with no interest in marriage" in DK with Tsukamoto Takashi 2010.09.12.
---
(Marital Status:) N/A
Marriage would be good, of course. They certainly did not oppose the idea. A family was undoubtedly great to have; they were homey folks after all.
Still, Tom-san's on-camera remark of how this two-member group cared so little about the issue could be a little on the sensitive side, which in itself might be all the more telling considering how long and how well the man had been involved in their group's history. All in all, it somehow warranted a breaktime discussion that Takamizawa-san cleverly decided to skip.
Kouichi stayed, to provide amusement according to Tom-san, but to his credit was genuinely motivated by plain curiosity about the members' thoughts on the topic, as was Tsuyoshi; though one's domain of interest might in truth involve a much smaller crowd than the other's.
Marriage would be good, of course. Tsuyoshi's family had always been the source of his strength, and that kind of love-energy was meant to be passed on, re-generated, re-cultivated, even if he had not felt the definite drive to accomplish it at this moment...
It was only after the discussion died down and everyone else had walked out of hearing range that Kouichi asked, almost passingly, "You really think so?"
Not an accusation -- after years of going by talk scripts followed by even more years of making up those scripts mentally on the fly, between them was a somber, mutual understanding of what really constituted a lie; he had waited for privacy simply because their public arguments were hardly of this nature, of a topic so directly on them.
Tsuyoshi certainly knew this and probably more, the way he looked at Kouichi thoughtfully and asked with purpose, "Don't you?"
Freedom would be better, if Kouichi had to choose, freedom to spend on the zealous interests nobody satisfactorily shared with him, freedom from the guilt of neglecting his supposed-beloved whenever he was buried in work, which was just as important and dear and comforting as the idea of a home, surrounded by these people he'd known for the longest time, especially--
A three-year-old joke flashed across his mind, a joke Tsuyoshi had afterwards declared to fall flat: Kouichi never bought him the ring, as that sort of convoluted gag was not Kouichi's style and he had therefore not developed a matching poker face.
He might indeed have a problem with people tacking deep emotional meanings onto objects otherwise fascinating purely for their elemental and physical properties, or in this case, onto a concept that could have been cleanly separated into practical matters of affection and desire and of living arrangements, each with an independent solution that to him was obvious and straightforward and having little to do with wedding vows.
That was well understood by his present company, who had given him the answer in that very question, to which the lazy reply similarly carried its meanings on the flip side of its words. "I have my hands full."
Tsuyoshi shrugged, not taking the slightest offense at the implication of what was the culprit taking up all that spare effort. "Typical excuse."
In the sparse studio only Kouichi caught the melting glint in those eyes, the one emotional interpretation of an otherwise matter-of-fact circumstance that he had never minded.
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