[Fic] Some Sort of Genius Christmas Plan (Yamapi x Maki)
Title: Some Sort of Genius Christmas Plan
Author: kohee
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa x Horikita Maki
Summary: Yamapi has a great plan to finally tell Maki how he feels. Mistletoe always works...right?
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: PG
Author's note: Christmas fluff, complete crack, complete nonsense, makes no sense, my brain is dead. There's some Yamapi/Shige, Yamapi/Kame, some sort of Yamapi/Jin, Toma/Maki - but all in good platonic and/or drunk sense.
Yamapi resolves that he will tell Maki how he feels before the year 2008 ends, and he has the perfect idea of how, exactly, to do that. Of course, one may scoff at his plan and calls it the most stupid and dumbest, not to mention most cliché idea ever invented by humankind, but to him, the best clichés will always be the ones that never fail to work, therefore that is why they are successful clichés. Immensely proud of his ingenuity, he carefully lays his plans into action...not that the plan needs a lot of props and what not, but the plan does need a lot of courage. Because he is either going to end up as happy as ten clams having fulfilling and actualizing his resolution for 2008 (not to mention being able to be with Maki - that thought alone sends his heart skipping a several beats), or a complete reject, or worse, a total embarrassment in front of half the entertainment industry.
But it is a risk that he is marginally willing to take. His band mates and best friends are getting tired of his “mooning around” (although he did not let anyone know it is Maki) and frankly, even he himself feels that the “mooning around” is getting to be really old.
So it is Christmas, and it is one of the biggest parties of the year, with mostly anyone and everyone attending, all the people dressing up to the nines for an evening of looking good while getting drunk. The ballroom is lavishly decorated with ornate ornaments, glittering Christmas trees and such, with the most important touch: sprigs of mistletoe strategically placed at random spots around the room.
Those sprigs of mistletoe will determine his fortune for 2009, thinks Yamapi, and as he tries to memorise the locations of those prickly green slumps, he realises that he maybe should revise his genius plan a little to make it even more genius - maybe a floor plan. But carrying around a piece of paper is too obvious; he will have to make sure with his memory. In which he is sure is excellent; after all, he has to remember lines, dozens of them, and he didn't even understand all of what he had to say most of the time (especially for Code Blue - medical and scientific term for the flu? Please.).
He takes a sip of the bubbly champagne, and tries to pay attention to Kame's enthusiastic story about somebody and somebody else and maybe their dog, as he scans the room for any sign of her. And suddenly, he spots her, wearing a simple red dress and matching high heels, holding a glass of juice and talking rather animatedly with a director-type sort of person that Yamapi thinks he should know the name of, but cannot recall.
He excuses himself from a chattering Kame and moves nearer to Maki, noting the mistletoe above his head. With any luck, Maki will see him, and move to talk to him, and that will land her under the mistletoe.
Before Maki even notices him, he finds himself being dragged forward, and much to his horror, a pair of lips landing onto his in a brief, but loud smack. Drawing back, he sees Shige grinning at him, a glass of wine in each hand.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS, YAMAPI!” he bellows, and moves forward again as Yamapi ducks just in time.
“You're drunk!” he hisses in chagrin, noting Shige's very flushed face in addition to the glasses of alcohol, and also the fact that Shige just kissed him, what the hell.
“WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! AND DO YOU KNOW THAT ACCORDING TO ARTICLE 737 OF CIVIL CODE, BIGAMY IS PROHIBITED?!”
Yamapi winces, Shige has obviously been studying too much and may have potentially gone nuts. Insane and drunk, not a good combination. He crans his neck around his screaming friend, and as expected, Maki is no longer standing at that spot. He only hopes that she did not see Shige's antics.
“It's, like, you can't marry me AND Koyama at the same time!” Shige warbles on, in a lower but still loud tone, his eyes bright.
Yamapi resists the urge to throw soda water at his bandmate, and shoves Shige into the arms of a passing-by Massu. “Take care of him, he's drunk And crazy.” Without waiting for Massu to reply, he hurries off, keeping his eyes opened for a red dress and short hair.
-
He spots her again a few minutes later, this time, she is deep in conversation with a smartly dressed Oguri Shun, who, in Yamapi's opinion, seems to be touching Maki's arm a little too much, and he approaches them, noting again the sprig of mistletoe, planning to politely intercept that conversation, and to draw Maki under that mistletoe.
Again, before he even takes two steps, he is being swung around, and someone kisses him, hard and brief, and he utters a strangled gasp when he sees Kame, grinning happily and perfectly sober.
“Pi...” Kame begins, still smiling, and he takes Yamapi's hand. “Pi, I want you to know, that I am in love with you.”
Yamapi blinks at his friend, looking at Kame, all wide-eyed and hopeful, fingers curling around his own, his lips still tingling a little...and Yamapi blinks again, in horror, as he jerks his hand out of Kame's grip.
“What the FUCK?!”
At that, Kame dissolves into laughter, almost collapsing as two more people popped up around him, Takizawa and Tsubasa, both hysterical and in stitches.
“You...you fell for it! You should've seen your face, man! You fucking fell for it!” Kame says triumphantly between gasps, and turns over to high-five Tsubasa. “Tsubasa-kun, that was a brilliant idea.”
Yamapi gaped as Tsubasa smiled smugly while Takizawa pokes him in the arm. “Pi...you can take a joke, right?”
Straightening himself a little, he thinks about throwing out a few more expletives, especially since Maki is again no where to be seen, but he decides against it. He glares at his now ex-favourite sempai and his ex-friends in dignity, and stalks off, head in the air.
-
Maybe it is easier to carry the damn mistletoe in his pocket, Yamapi thinks, stealing one and stashing it in the pockets of his pants. He resumes his Maki-prowl, and sees her again, by the punch bowl, carefully ladling out a cup of punch to one bright-eyed, bushy-tailed Ikuta Toma.
Yamapi finds himself relaxing a little, it will be easy to get rid of Toma; a few eye signals might hopefully do the trick.
But just as he approaches the duo with the perfect interruption in his head, Toma looks up and points...at a mistletoe hanging above his head, and Maki's. Maki follows his gaze, and laughs, and both leans forward, Toma kissing Maki on the cheek, and Maki smiling sweetly.
And leaving one Yamapi gaping at the two in disbelief (he certainly is not going to jump in now, how utterly moronic would he look).
-
Last chance, Yamapi thinks. It is getting late, and he has spent the past two hours doing all that is not Maki-related - listening to apologies, - Takizawa is determined to get him to forgive them “sincerely” for the prank - and one director has occupied more than an hour of his time, talking about a potential role in a huge movie, and that had caught his interest, for the script sounded wonderful, so he stayed and chatted and before he knew it, it is almost time to go.
He sees Maki again, from a distance, and quickens his step. He is not going to be a loser again, he vows and just as he is within distance of gesturing or calling for Maki, his best friend appears and slings an arm around his shoulder.
“So, what's all this that I am hearing?” Jin asks conversationally.
“Eh?” Yamapi says, momentarily distracted as Maki starts walking towards his direction. His breath quickens the way it usually does and he thinks the moment is almost here, when Jin's voice pierces into his mind.
“....didn't tell me you are gay.”
That manages to get his attention as Yamapi snaps his head around. “Didn't tell you I am WHAT?”
Maki is just two steps away and Yamapi is sure she will hear everything that is being said if it is said again and Jin, God bless dear old Jin, does just that.
“Gay. G-A-Y. I saw all that kissing, man. Shige...Kame...Takizawa-sempai?”
Maki stops in her tracks at that, and turns her head a little, her face revealing nothing as Yamapi wheels around to face Jin, cursing Jin's horribly inappropriate moment, not to mention words, while looking at Maki out the corner of his eye, begging her not to believe Jin - nobody should believe Jin, ever.
“I am NOT.”
“Hey, I'm okay with it, you know. You're my best friend.” Jin smiles in a superior and smug and Bakanishi way and Yamapi feels like knocking both their heads against the wall.
“I am not gay.” Yamapi repeats, speaking to Jin, but really meaning the words for Maki and he prays she gets what he means; and he doesn't know if she does, as she resumes walking but she gives him a smile (and he hopes that it means something), while Jin shrugs, gesturing with his wine glass...and ultimately ending up throwing the liquid at Yamapi in a unexplainable yet typical Jin fashion, splashing across his white shirt, dinner jacket and black pants.
Jin gasps in apology, and reaches for a napkin - only that napkin has sauce on it and he ends up smearing sauce and wine on Yamapi's extremely expensive shirt. Jin then begins yelling for water and thus begins a huge commotion at the center of the ballroom with waiters running in with clean towels and buckets of water, and when the news reaches to the ear in the furthest corner of the ballroom, the story is that Jin is furious at Yamapi for dumping him (Yamapi is gay, did you hear) and thus ends up destroying his clothes.
The water and towels do not help, and staring at his wet, dirty tuxedo in dismay, he gives up, turning to leave in frustration. As he walks, he tries to calm and motivate himself, 2008 is not over as of yet. And today's failure isn't really his fault. It is everyone else's fault, except his and Maki's.
Maybe he can devise another ingenious Yamapi plan by 31st of December...or maybe not (it is so hard and so frustrating and why can't women just read minds, or specifically, why can't Maki read his mind). Maybe he can spend 2009 the way he spent 2008: continue to be The Coward With a Crush.
-
It is only fifteen minutes later after he arrives home when his doorbell rings. He guesses that it might be Jin trying to offer his apologies or with a new shirt or with a new stupid Jin-stunt, and he feels like not opening the door, but he does it anyway.
And gives a start.
Standing at his doorstep is Maki, still in her red dress, holding her high heels in one hand, and looking slightly out of breath.
He stares at her in confusion and she mistaken his confusion for her shoe-less state, holding up her hand with a wry smile.
“I hate wearing high heels.”
He gapes at her still, not quite knowing how to respond and he says the first thing that comes into his head. “Yeah, me too.”
He hears those words echo and winces in disbelief; he wonders why isn't he cool and suave like Kurosaki, or at least charmingly adorable like Akira, he wonders why he has to be Yamapi, the big stupid dork.
Maki laughs at that, and he remembers how he loves to see her laugh and smile, her whole face just lights up and there is no other way to put it. He clears his throat and attempts to look as normal as possible with a stained shirt and wet pants. “Uh. What are you doing here, Maki-chan?”
She stops giggling and a look of nervousness settles over her face as she takes a step forward. “I forgot that I have to do something.”
Reaching into the pocket of her coat, she pulls out a little sprig of green. Standing on tiptoes, she stretches her arm way above their heads, still holding that bit of green. Before he can react or reply, she brushes his cheek with light kiss, and it is over even before it begins. She pulls back, and smiles at him, her cheeks staining pink and he stares, shocked and in wonderment as he raises his fingertips to his face.
“Merry Christmas, Tomo-kun.” She backs away, turning to leave, her smile slipping just a little at his lack of response.
This will be the part where he stops being stupid and move himself, and thank goodness as he does just that, taking three huge steps forward to grab her arm, and to yank her back towards him, arms around her waist and trapping her against him. He looks at her, she looks at him, and he thinks that the mistletoe can go to hell and he doesn't really need any excuses.
He leans down, and kisses her on the mouth, and kisses her again, and again, until they are both breathless, laughing, giddy and feeling like they are in love, and then he kisses her again, her lips soft and wonderful beneath his and his palms warm against her face.
And Yamapi thinks he doesn't need to devise anymore genius plans...for the time being. He now has better things to think about his free time, or perhaps that should be rephrased to “one better person” but he doesn't think he will want it any other way.
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make my wish come true
all i want for christmas
is
you
- end -
Yep the italics at the end are corny and cheesy but that is my favourite song this Christmas because it is like, very nice. To me.
I originally planned this angst fic and I then went, what the hell, it's Christmas. Hence the birth of this thing that doesn't actually make any remote sense. But I just want to write Yamaki so run with it. :D
Also, whether Yamapi is gay or not in real life, I don't know, but it does not bother me a bit either way (oooh, shiny either way, let's face it), but let's pretend it bothers him for the sake of this fic.
Comments and criticism and reviews are so much ♥ like you would not believe it. Also, It's 3AM in Melbourne, folks, 25th December 2008, so Merry Christmas!
Author: kohee
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa x Horikita Maki
Summary: Yamapi has a great plan to finally tell Maki how he feels. Mistletoe always works...right?
Genre: Romance/Humour
Rating: PG
Author's note: Christmas fluff, complete crack, complete nonsense, makes no sense, my brain is dead. There's some Yamapi/Shige, Yamapi/Kame, some sort of Yamapi/Jin, Toma/Maki - but all in good platonic and/or drunk sense.
Yamapi resolves that he will tell Maki how he feels before the year 2008 ends, and he has the perfect idea of how, exactly, to do that. Of course, one may scoff at his plan and calls it the most stupid and dumbest, not to mention most cliché idea ever invented by humankind, but to him, the best clichés will always be the ones that never fail to work, therefore that is why they are successful clichés. Immensely proud of his ingenuity, he carefully lays his plans into action...not that the plan needs a lot of props and what not, but the plan does need a lot of courage. Because he is either going to end up as happy as ten clams having fulfilling and actualizing his resolution for 2008 (not to mention being able to be with Maki - that thought alone sends his heart skipping a several beats), or a complete reject, or worse, a total embarrassment in front of half the entertainment industry.
But it is a risk that he is marginally willing to take. His band mates and best friends are getting tired of his “mooning around” (although he did not let anyone know it is Maki) and frankly, even he himself feels that the “mooning around” is getting to be really old.
So it is Christmas, and it is one of the biggest parties of the year, with mostly anyone and everyone attending, all the people dressing up to the nines for an evening of looking good while getting drunk. The ballroom is lavishly decorated with ornate ornaments, glittering Christmas trees and such, with the most important touch: sprigs of mistletoe strategically placed at random spots around the room.
Those sprigs of mistletoe will determine his fortune for 2009, thinks Yamapi, and as he tries to memorise the locations of those prickly green slumps, he realises that he maybe should revise his genius plan a little to make it even more genius - maybe a floor plan. But carrying around a piece of paper is too obvious; he will have to make sure with his memory. In which he is sure is excellent; after all, he has to remember lines, dozens of them, and he didn't even understand all of what he had to say most of the time (especially for Code Blue - medical and scientific term for the flu? Please.).
He takes a sip of the bubbly champagne, and tries to pay attention to Kame's enthusiastic story about somebody and somebody else and maybe their dog, as he scans the room for any sign of her. And suddenly, he spots her, wearing a simple red dress and matching high heels, holding a glass of juice and talking rather animatedly with a director-type sort of person that Yamapi thinks he should know the name of, but cannot recall.
He excuses himself from a chattering Kame and moves nearer to Maki, noting the mistletoe above his head. With any luck, Maki will see him, and move to talk to him, and that will land her under the mistletoe.
Before Maki even notices him, he finds himself being dragged forward, and much to his horror, a pair of lips landing onto his in a brief, but loud smack. Drawing back, he sees Shige grinning at him, a glass of wine in each hand.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS, YAMAPI!” he bellows, and moves forward again as Yamapi ducks just in time.
“You're drunk!” he hisses in chagrin, noting Shige's very flushed face in addition to the glasses of alcohol, and also the fact that Shige just kissed him, what the hell.
“WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! AND DO YOU KNOW THAT ACCORDING TO ARTICLE 737 OF CIVIL CODE, BIGAMY IS PROHIBITED?!”
Yamapi winces, Shige has obviously been studying too much and may have potentially gone nuts. Insane and drunk, not a good combination. He crans his neck around his screaming friend, and as expected, Maki is no longer standing at that spot. He only hopes that she did not see Shige's antics.
“It's, like, you can't marry me AND Koyama at the same time!” Shige warbles on, in a lower but still loud tone, his eyes bright.
Yamapi resists the urge to throw soda water at his bandmate, and shoves Shige into the arms of a passing-by Massu. “Take care of him, he's drunk And crazy.” Without waiting for Massu to reply, he hurries off, keeping his eyes opened for a red dress and short hair.
-
He spots her again a few minutes later, this time, she is deep in conversation with a smartly dressed Oguri Shun, who, in Yamapi's opinion, seems to be touching Maki's arm a little too much, and he approaches them, noting again the sprig of mistletoe, planning to politely intercept that conversation, and to draw Maki under that mistletoe.
Again, before he even takes two steps, he is being swung around, and someone kisses him, hard and brief, and he utters a strangled gasp when he sees Kame, grinning happily and perfectly sober.
“Pi...” Kame begins, still smiling, and he takes Yamapi's hand. “Pi, I want you to know, that I am in love with you.”
Yamapi blinks at his friend, looking at Kame, all wide-eyed and hopeful, fingers curling around his own, his lips still tingling a little...and Yamapi blinks again, in horror, as he jerks his hand out of Kame's grip.
“What the FUCK?!”
At that, Kame dissolves into laughter, almost collapsing as two more people popped up around him, Takizawa and Tsubasa, both hysterical and in stitches.
“You...you fell for it! You should've seen your face, man! You fucking fell for it!” Kame says triumphantly between gasps, and turns over to high-five Tsubasa. “Tsubasa-kun, that was a brilliant idea.”
Yamapi gaped as Tsubasa smiled smugly while Takizawa pokes him in the arm. “Pi...you can take a joke, right?”
Straightening himself a little, he thinks about throwing out a few more expletives, especially since Maki is again no where to be seen, but he decides against it. He glares at his now ex-favourite sempai and his ex-friends in dignity, and stalks off, head in the air.
-
Maybe it is easier to carry the damn mistletoe in his pocket, Yamapi thinks, stealing one and stashing it in the pockets of his pants. He resumes his Maki-prowl, and sees her again, by the punch bowl, carefully ladling out a cup of punch to one bright-eyed, bushy-tailed Ikuta Toma.
Yamapi finds himself relaxing a little, it will be easy to get rid of Toma; a few eye signals might hopefully do the trick.
But just as he approaches the duo with the perfect interruption in his head, Toma looks up and points...at a mistletoe hanging above his head, and Maki's. Maki follows his gaze, and laughs, and both leans forward, Toma kissing Maki on the cheek, and Maki smiling sweetly.
And leaving one Yamapi gaping at the two in disbelief (he certainly is not going to jump in now, how utterly moronic would he look).
-
Last chance, Yamapi thinks. It is getting late, and he has spent the past two hours doing all that is not Maki-related - listening to apologies, - Takizawa is determined to get him to forgive them “sincerely” for the prank - and one director has occupied more than an hour of his time, talking about a potential role in a huge movie, and that had caught his interest, for the script sounded wonderful, so he stayed and chatted and before he knew it, it is almost time to go.
He sees Maki again, from a distance, and quickens his step. He is not going to be a loser again, he vows and just as he is within distance of gesturing or calling for Maki, his best friend appears and slings an arm around his shoulder.
“So, what's all this that I am hearing?” Jin asks conversationally.
“Eh?” Yamapi says, momentarily distracted as Maki starts walking towards his direction. His breath quickens the way it usually does and he thinks the moment is almost here, when Jin's voice pierces into his mind.
“....didn't tell me you are gay.”
That manages to get his attention as Yamapi snaps his head around. “Didn't tell you I am WHAT?”
Maki is just two steps away and Yamapi is sure she will hear everything that is being said if it is said again and Jin, God bless dear old Jin, does just that.
“Gay. G-A-Y. I saw all that kissing, man. Shige...Kame...Takizawa-sempai?”
Maki stops in her tracks at that, and turns her head a little, her face revealing nothing as Yamapi wheels around to face Jin, cursing Jin's horribly inappropriate moment, not to mention words, while looking at Maki out the corner of his eye, begging her not to believe Jin - nobody should believe Jin, ever.
“I am NOT.”
“Hey, I'm okay with it, you know. You're my best friend.” Jin smiles in a superior and smug and Bakanishi way and Yamapi feels like knocking both their heads against the wall.
“I am not gay.” Yamapi repeats, speaking to Jin, but really meaning the words for Maki and he prays she gets what he means; and he doesn't know if she does, as she resumes walking but she gives him a smile (and he hopes that it means something), while Jin shrugs, gesturing with his wine glass...and ultimately ending up throwing the liquid at Yamapi in a unexplainable yet typical Jin fashion, splashing across his white shirt, dinner jacket and black pants.
Jin gasps in apology, and reaches for a napkin - only that napkin has sauce on it and he ends up smearing sauce and wine on Yamapi's extremely expensive shirt. Jin then begins yelling for water and thus begins a huge commotion at the center of the ballroom with waiters running in with clean towels and buckets of water, and when the news reaches to the ear in the furthest corner of the ballroom, the story is that Jin is furious at Yamapi for dumping him (Yamapi is gay, did you hear) and thus ends up destroying his clothes.
The water and towels do not help, and staring at his wet, dirty tuxedo in dismay, he gives up, turning to leave in frustration. As he walks, he tries to calm and motivate himself, 2008 is not over as of yet. And today's failure isn't really his fault. It is everyone else's fault, except his and Maki's.
Maybe he can devise another ingenious Yamapi plan by 31st of December...or maybe not (it is so hard and so frustrating and why can't women just read minds, or specifically, why can't Maki read his mind). Maybe he can spend 2009 the way he spent 2008: continue to be The Coward With a Crush.
-
It is only fifteen minutes later after he arrives home when his doorbell rings. He guesses that it might be Jin trying to offer his apologies or with a new shirt or with a new stupid Jin-stunt, and he feels like not opening the door, but he does it anyway.
And gives a start.
Standing at his doorstep is Maki, still in her red dress, holding her high heels in one hand, and looking slightly out of breath.
He stares at her in confusion and she mistaken his confusion for her shoe-less state, holding up her hand with a wry smile.
“I hate wearing high heels.”
He gapes at her still, not quite knowing how to respond and he says the first thing that comes into his head. “Yeah, me too.”
He hears those words echo and winces in disbelief; he wonders why isn't he cool and suave like Kurosaki, or at least charmingly adorable like Akira, he wonders why he has to be Yamapi, the big stupid dork.
Maki laughs at that, and he remembers how he loves to see her laugh and smile, her whole face just lights up and there is no other way to put it. He clears his throat and attempts to look as normal as possible with a stained shirt and wet pants. “Uh. What are you doing here, Maki-chan?”
She stops giggling and a look of nervousness settles over her face as she takes a step forward. “I forgot that I have to do something.”
Reaching into the pocket of her coat, she pulls out a little sprig of green. Standing on tiptoes, she stretches her arm way above their heads, still holding that bit of green. Before he can react or reply, she brushes his cheek with light kiss, and it is over even before it begins. She pulls back, and smiles at him, her cheeks staining pink and he stares, shocked and in wonderment as he raises his fingertips to his face.
“Merry Christmas, Tomo-kun.” She backs away, turning to leave, her smile slipping just a little at his lack of response.
This will be the part where he stops being stupid and move himself, and thank goodness as he does just that, taking three huge steps forward to grab her arm, and to yank her back towards him, arms around her waist and trapping her against him. He looks at her, she looks at him, and he thinks that the mistletoe can go to hell and he doesn't really need any excuses.
He leans down, and kisses her on the mouth, and kisses her again, and again, until they are both breathless, laughing, giddy and feeling like they are in love, and then he kisses her again, her lips soft and wonderful beneath his and his palms warm against her face.
And Yamapi thinks he doesn't need to devise anymore genius plans...for the time being. He now has better things to think about his free time, or perhaps that should be rephrased to “one better person” but he doesn't think he will want it any other way.
-----
make my wish come true
all i want for christmas
is
you
- end -
Yep the italics at the end are corny and cheesy but that is my favourite song this Christmas because it is like, very nice. To me.
I originally planned this angst fic and I then went, what the hell, it's Christmas. Hence the birth of this thing that doesn't actually make any remote sense. But I just want to write Yamaki so run with it. :D
Also, whether Yamapi is gay or not in real life, I don't know, but it does not bother me a bit either way (oooh, shiny either way, let's face it), but let's pretend it bothers him for the sake of this fic.
Comments and criticism and reviews are so much ♥ like you would not believe it. Also, It's 3AM in Melbourne, folks, 25th December 2008, so Merry Christmas!