Troublemaker [2/5]
Title : Troublemaker
Genre : Romance/Fluff
Rating : PG13 - 15
Pairing : Misu/Shingyouji
Disclaimer : I can only dream of owning Takumi-kun and its characters. But the plot is mine! xD
Summary : .Shingyouji had always been easily worried. How could someone as gorgeous as Arata-san actually choose him? Misu's always been confident that Shingyouji would remain by his side. That is, until someone else pops up.
Notes: Forgot to mention! this fic actually came about because i was a lil miffed at the ending of PURE, that Misu never actually said 'i love you' to Shingyouji, even after he has said it sooo many times.
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Fiddling with the hem of his jacket, Shingyouji looked around nervously. As always, he felt out of place at anyone of Misu’s functions and this one was no different. It was at times like these that he could tangibly feel the large differences that separate him from his beloved Arata-san. As his lover stood there conversing with one of his colleagues about the film about to be screened, all Shingyouji could do was stand there and smile, having no idea how to comment on what was apparently going to be a special re-screening of one of Alfred Hitchcock’s old masterpieces.
All the talk about the director’s camera workmanship and his auteur style just flew right past Shingyouji’s head. Do you honestly believe a guy like Shingyouji Kanemitsu, who had struggled with his parents in the first half of his life, and then spent the second half chasing after the only guy he’s ever loved, to know about an auteur like Hitchcock? He wouldn’t have the time for one, neither would he care. So now all he could do was stand there, smiling only when Misu introduced him, and at other times just shuffled in a corner with his glass of punch as the elder man conversed.
Well, that is, until a familiar voice and face called out to Misu. He, who had been talking with his professor just a couple of seconds earlier, perked up when his name drifted to his ears, and then blinked in surprise. His eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, were they?
“Misu! Hisashiburi!”
“Ah, Sagara-sempai!” Misu greeted genially, exchanging handshakes and a hug. Ever since the Tanabata festival after his senior had helped them for the Music Festival, Misu hadn’t seen him. From what Misu knew, Sagara had went on to not only further his studies in Spain, but ended up being the ambassador for Japan there. So to see the male here now, at this film screening was quite a surprise.
“I’m here under a request from one of my associates. They said they wanted me to help translate for a Spanish Hitchcock attendee tonight.”
“Just for one night?”
“I’m staying for the whole duration of their stay, so about 2 weeks or so.”
“Ah, I see. Where are they?”
“It’s Licendiado Abel and his wife Senora Jacinta down there. Though they didn’t need my presence there tonight for the screening, since the movie has English subtitles.”
“I see.” Misu replied with a grin. Let’s just say, Sagara-sempai would always have a special place in his heart. He’s always harbored a little crush on the capable, responsible star of the school back when he was a freshman. Unlike him though, Sagara seemed to prefer Gii. Perhaps that was the start of Misu’s developing hate for who he could consider as a sort of frenemy these days. Ironically though, when Sagara eventually did ask him out that fateful Tanabata day… nothing seemed right anymore.
Misu thought he would’ve been elated when his much revered sempai invited him out for lunch that day. Yet when Shingyouji had arrived, and wore that dejected look, all Misu could think of was how guilty he felt for rejecting the younger male’s invite. And in the end, he couldn’t stop himself from chasing after the guy before he left. In the end, Sagara just couldn’t compare to how Misu felt for Shingyouji. Which reminded him.
“Sagara-sempai! You remember Shingyouji, don’t you?” Misu suddenly turned back to pull the younger male who had been more or less hovering over Misu’s shoulder. To be honest, Shingyouji had been more then shocked when Sagara had appeared back here.
So many years ago, Shingyouji had felt more then threatened by the elder male’s presence. Not only was Sagara successful and handsome, he was definitely less clingy then Shingyouji himself. Did Arata-san want Sagara-sempai, see him as so much more desirable then Shingyouji himself? Shingyouji wouldn’t fault him, for the many years in Spain had greatly upgraded Sagara’s wardrobe. He looked as if he just stepped out of Vogue’s front cover.
“Ash, the jukensei who managed to capture our Misu’s attention. Of course, how can I forget?” Sagara teased with a grin, ruffling Shingyouji’s hair. Cowering in embarrassment, Misu chuckled. “Nothing like that, sempai. Ah! The screening’s starting, shall we go in?”
Even as they were proceeding in though, Shingyouji could clearly see the obvious compatibility between Sagara and Misu. The two chatted as if the time spent apart had never been there; talking about everything from the years they had spent in Shidou, to the upcoming movie to be screened. Apparently, both had studied about this film a year or so back, and had shown great interest in the director himself. And all this while, all Shingyouji could do was sit back and watch, having no idea how to contribute.
But then again, even if he knew how to, would he even? Shingyouji was always scared, scared that if he did something wrong Misu would leave him immediately. He’s always been under the impression that his hold on his Arata-san was a weak one, capable of breaking at the slightest wrong thing he did. Perhaps this was why he was always so nervous around his beloved. But could you fault him? All he ever wanted to do was stay by his side.
Unable to understand the movie, Shingyouji finally settled for watching Misu’s side profile, his chest clenching from time to time when Sagara or Misu leaned over to each other to share something they had just realized whilst watching the picture. How could he ever have an intellectual conversation with Misu, the one he now seem to enjoy so much with Sagara-sempai? All he ever wanted to do was make his Arata-san happy, but now those simple thoughts seem to be getting further and further away.
A little less than two hours later, bright lights finally flooded the previously darkened room when the movie finally ended, and the silence was filled once again by chatter as the audience exchanged opinions and thoughts from the movie. Stretching his arms out, Misu smiled at Sagara as the other spoke. “Psycho is definitely one of Hitchcock’s more notable films. Are you planning to rewatch Vertigo when you get back, Misu?”
“Definitely, when I find the time. I don’t think I got enough from the last time I watched it, I keep feeling like I missed something.”
“Hmm, do you want to go out for drinks to discus- Ah, looks like your partner is tired.” Sagara suddenly noted much to Misu’s surprise. Glancing to his side though, the wide-eyed look turned to a more gentle one, as his eyes fell upon the softly breathing, sleeping Shingyouji.
“He doesn’t watch Hitchcock?”
“I don’t think he even watches James Cameron.” Misu replied, but his voice much softer. Reaching up with his fingers, Sagara merely watched quietly as Misu brushed aside the lock of stray hair which had fallen to cover Shingyouji’s closed eyes. The tenderness that registered in Sagara’s head at how Misu treated the younger male was surprising to him. Even in his days at Shidou, he’s never seen Misu treat someone that gentle, as if he was made of porcelain. That if he had the chance to, Misu could be content with his watching him sleep all day. At the very least, the smile on Misu’s face as he observed the sleeping male quietly seem to say so. Giving a skeptical smile, Sagara shook his head. He never had the chance after all, did he?
Shaking Shingyouji softly after a couple of minutes, Misu said out loud “Shingyouji, wake up. The movie’s over already.” His voice easily registered in his rather bleary mind, but even so it took a while before full focus returned to the younger male’s mind, and he blushed sheepishly when he finally realized he had fallen asleep.
“If you were tired, you should’ve told me.” Misu admonished as they walked out, to which Shingyouji immediately shook his head. “It’s not that! It’s just… “
“You don’t understand Hitchcock don’t you?” Sagara pointed out cheekily.
Almost immediately, Shingyouji sheepishly rubbed his head again, averting their gaze. Misu raised a brow at him, and then sighed before talking. “We’re going out for some drinks now, you want to come along?”
“Ah! B-but I-I…” Shingyouji piped up, yet he was unable to think of a reason to not let Misu go. How can he not? He had every reason to, since not only were they old schoolmates, but Sagara had been a great help to Misu, and they had many common topics to discuss on. Still, Shingyouji didn’t feel easy at Misu going. He’ll admit it, he was jealous of how Misu can easily converse about so many things with Sagara. Misu however, didn’t seem to know his thoughts at all.
“If you’re sleepy, you can go home first. You have your keys right? I’ll be back later. Bye Shingyouji.” Misu said, and without even so much as a wave, turned to walk off with Sagara. The younger man should know by then, this was how Arata-san always behaved. To him, Shingyouji was just a pet who is destined to forever remain by his side. But still, he couldn’t help but hope. After so many years, didn’t Arata-san feel the least bit affection for him? Maybe at first, the fact that Arata-san wanted him to just stay by his side was enough. But now? Call him greedy, but it’s no longer enough. The many years of doing all the giving and receiving nothing in return was taking its toll.
Genre : Romance/Fluff
Rating : PG13 - 15
Pairing : Misu/Shingyouji
Disclaimer : I can only dream of owning Takumi-kun and its characters. But the plot is mine! xD
Summary : .Shingyouji had always been easily worried. How could someone as gorgeous as Arata-san actually choose him? Misu's always been confident that Shingyouji would remain by his side. That is, until someone else pops up.
Notes: Forgot to mention! this fic actually came about because i was a lil miffed at the ending of PURE, that Misu never actually said 'i love you' to Shingyouji, even after he has said it sooo many times.
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Fiddling with the hem of his jacket, Shingyouji looked around nervously. As always, he felt out of place at anyone of Misu’s functions and this one was no different. It was at times like these that he could tangibly feel the large differences that separate him from his beloved Arata-san. As his lover stood there conversing with one of his colleagues about the film about to be screened, all Shingyouji could do was stand there and smile, having no idea how to comment on what was apparently going to be a special re-screening of one of Alfred Hitchcock’s old masterpieces.
All the talk about the director’s camera workmanship and his auteur style just flew right past Shingyouji’s head. Do you honestly believe a guy like Shingyouji Kanemitsu, who had struggled with his parents in the first half of his life, and then spent the second half chasing after the only guy he’s ever loved, to know about an auteur like Hitchcock? He wouldn’t have the time for one, neither would he care. So now all he could do was stand there, smiling only when Misu introduced him, and at other times just shuffled in a corner with his glass of punch as the elder man conversed.
Well, that is, until a familiar voice and face called out to Misu. He, who had been talking with his professor just a couple of seconds earlier, perked up when his name drifted to his ears, and then blinked in surprise. His eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, were they?
“Misu! Hisashiburi!”
“Ah, Sagara-sempai!” Misu greeted genially, exchanging handshakes and a hug. Ever since the Tanabata festival after his senior had helped them for the Music Festival, Misu hadn’t seen him. From what Misu knew, Sagara had went on to not only further his studies in Spain, but ended up being the ambassador for Japan there. So to see the male here now, at this film screening was quite a surprise.
“I’m here under a request from one of my associates. They said they wanted me to help translate for a Spanish Hitchcock attendee tonight.”
“Just for one night?”
“I’m staying for the whole duration of their stay, so about 2 weeks or so.”
“Ah, I see. Where are they?”
“It’s Licendiado Abel and his wife Senora Jacinta down there. Though they didn’t need my presence there tonight for the screening, since the movie has English subtitles.”
“I see.” Misu replied with a grin. Let’s just say, Sagara-sempai would always have a special place in his heart. He’s always harbored a little crush on the capable, responsible star of the school back when he was a freshman. Unlike him though, Sagara seemed to prefer Gii. Perhaps that was the start of Misu’s developing hate for who he could consider as a sort of frenemy these days. Ironically though, when Sagara eventually did ask him out that fateful Tanabata day… nothing seemed right anymore.
Misu thought he would’ve been elated when his much revered sempai invited him out for lunch that day. Yet when Shingyouji had arrived, and wore that dejected look, all Misu could think of was how guilty he felt for rejecting the younger male’s invite. And in the end, he couldn’t stop himself from chasing after the guy before he left. In the end, Sagara just couldn’t compare to how Misu felt for Shingyouji. Which reminded him.
“Sagara-sempai! You remember Shingyouji, don’t you?” Misu suddenly turned back to pull the younger male who had been more or less hovering over Misu’s shoulder. To be honest, Shingyouji had been more then shocked when Sagara had appeared back here.
So many years ago, Shingyouji had felt more then threatened by the elder male’s presence. Not only was Sagara successful and handsome, he was definitely less clingy then Shingyouji himself. Did Arata-san want Sagara-sempai, see him as so much more desirable then Shingyouji himself? Shingyouji wouldn’t fault him, for the many years in Spain had greatly upgraded Sagara’s wardrobe. He looked as if he just stepped out of Vogue’s front cover.
“Ash, the jukensei who managed to capture our Misu’s attention. Of course, how can I forget?” Sagara teased with a grin, ruffling Shingyouji’s hair. Cowering in embarrassment, Misu chuckled. “Nothing like that, sempai. Ah! The screening’s starting, shall we go in?”
Even as they were proceeding in though, Shingyouji could clearly see the obvious compatibility between Sagara and Misu. The two chatted as if the time spent apart had never been there; talking about everything from the years they had spent in Shidou, to the upcoming movie to be screened. Apparently, both had studied about this film a year or so back, and had shown great interest in the director himself. And all this while, all Shingyouji could do was sit back and watch, having no idea how to contribute.
But then again, even if he knew how to, would he even? Shingyouji was always scared, scared that if he did something wrong Misu would leave him immediately. He’s always been under the impression that his hold on his Arata-san was a weak one, capable of breaking at the slightest wrong thing he did. Perhaps this was why he was always so nervous around his beloved. But could you fault him? All he ever wanted to do was stay by his side.
Unable to understand the movie, Shingyouji finally settled for watching Misu’s side profile, his chest clenching from time to time when Sagara or Misu leaned over to each other to share something they had just realized whilst watching the picture. How could he ever have an intellectual conversation with Misu, the one he now seem to enjoy so much with Sagara-sempai? All he ever wanted to do was make his Arata-san happy, but now those simple thoughts seem to be getting further and further away.
A little less than two hours later, bright lights finally flooded the previously darkened room when the movie finally ended, and the silence was filled once again by chatter as the audience exchanged opinions and thoughts from the movie. Stretching his arms out, Misu smiled at Sagara as the other spoke. “Psycho is definitely one of Hitchcock’s more notable films. Are you planning to rewatch Vertigo when you get back, Misu?”
“Definitely, when I find the time. I don’t think I got enough from the last time I watched it, I keep feeling like I missed something.”
“Hmm, do you want to go out for drinks to discus- Ah, looks like your partner is tired.” Sagara suddenly noted much to Misu’s surprise. Glancing to his side though, the wide-eyed look turned to a more gentle one, as his eyes fell upon the softly breathing, sleeping Shingyouji.
“He doesn’t watch Hitchcock?”
“I don’t think he even watches James Cameron.” Misu replied, but his voice much softer. Reaching up with his fingers, Sagara merely watched quietly as Misu brushed aside the lock of stray hair which had fallen to cover Shingyouji’s closed eyes. The tenderness that registered in Sagara’s head at how Misu treated the younger male was surprising to him. Even in his days at Shidou, he’s never seen Misu treat someone that gentle, as if he was made of porcelain. That if he had the chance to, Misu could be content with his watching him sleep all day. At the very least, the smile on Misu’s face as he observed the sleeping male quietly seem to say so. Giving a skeptical smile, Sagara shook his head. He never had the chance after all, did he?
Shaking Shingyouji softly after a couple of minutes, Misu said out loud “Shingyouji, wake up. The movie’s over already.” His voice easily registered in his rather bleary mind, but even so it took a while before full focus returned to the younger male’s mind, and he blushed sheepishly when he finally realized he had fallen asleep.
“If you were tired, you should’ve told me.” Misu admonished as they walked out, to which Shingyouji immediately shook his head. “It’s not that! It’s just… “
“You don’t understand Hitchcock don’t you?” Sagara pointed out cheekily.
Almost immediately, Shingyouji sheepishly rubbed his head again, averting their gaze. Misu raised a brow at him, and then sighed before talking. “We’re going out for some drinks now, you want to come along?”
“Ah! B-but I-I…” Shingyouji piped up, yet he was unable to think of a reason to not let Misu go. How can he not? He had every reason to, since not only were they old schoolmates, but Sagara had been a great help to Misu, and they had many common topics to discuss on. Still, Shingyouji didn’t feel easy at Misu going. He’ll admit it, he was jealous of how Misu can easily converse about so many things with Sagara. Misu however, didn’t seem to know his thoughts at all.
“If you’re sleepy, you can go home first. You have your keys right? I’ll be back later. Bye Shingyouji.” Misu said, and without even so much as a wave, turned to walk off with Sagara. The younger man should know by then, this was how Arata-san always behaved. To him, Shingyouji was just a pet who is destined to forever remain by his side. But still, he couldn’t help but hope. After so many years, didn’t Arata-san feel the least bit affection for him? Maybe at first, the fact that Arata-san wanted him to just stay by his side was enough. But now? Call him greedy, but it’s no longer enough. The many years of doing all the giving and receiving nothing in return was taking its toll.