{fic} Oneshot: Moving In (Part 3)
Title: Moving In
Characters: Yamashita Tomohisa, Ikuta Toma, mentions of TomaPi friends and the Ikuta household.
Pairings: TomaPi, hints of Akame
Rating: PG (language)
Genre: Fluff/Crack?
Summary: Toma gets busy, and Tomohisa moves in.
Disclaimer: Mine. In my head.
a/n: hello. uhm, yeah, self-betaed with tenses and thoughts in disarray. done at around 3am-7am when i was supposed to be studying for microbiology finals [yes we all know that was improper]. only one more exam to go, then medical qualifiers, and i'm done-- i'm officially a senior. grrr.
this part. uhm i really hope i don't disappoint those who have been reading. i wasn't supposed to write angst, but i guess lack of sleep induces angst so yeah-- angst for this one and the next part [which i won't be posting because the next NEXT part is has an end but has no start, so that's wrong]. and if you don't like tomapi angst, yeah i guess i'm really sorry, but i can promise a happy ending [maybe not too cheesy but we can't say that because yamashita's always cheesy when he's with toma-- ehem refer to the tomapi nikki translations].
so yeah. Part 3 here. please do comment. <3
Part 1 and Part 2 here.
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Tomohisa goes downstairs, Jam in his arms, to find that Toma's parents have finished breakfast and are going to the market, according to a note. He puts the dog down and settles for making a second helping of pancakes, then preparing Jam's breakfast to pass time. Such a hearty eater, Tomohisa thinks as he absentmindedly crouches down to ruffle the dog's fur. “Ne, Jam-chan”, he starts to question her, “otou-san's angry at me. What do you think I should do?” Jam, as if sensing his discomfort, leans into Tomohisa's touch to try and comfort him, which puts a smile on the younger man's face.
The last scene is what Toma sees when he heads down.
He approaches the sight in the kitchen, crouches down next to the startled Tomohisa, and also pets the dog affectionately. “Jam-chan, okaa-san's so sweet, ne~. Preparing breakfast for you and otou-san, I wonder what we can do to pay him back?” He smiles, hopes that the younger one understands-- this is his apology, because he's too arrogant and too caught up to properly ask for forgiveness for screwing up first thing in the morning.
Tomohisa scoffs mildly, but Toma doesn't miss the small smile threatening to break from his face when he stands up and mumbles 'breakfastonthetable'. Maybe, just maybe this day is bound to get better.
They sit opposite each other and eat in silence. Halfway through the meal the younger one stands up, makes his way to the fridge, and takes out a bottle of juice. Toma gazes at him as if asking 'what is that?'; he sets it on the table, bringing two glasses with him after.
“Tomohisa...”
“What? I don't care if your face scrunches up when you drink this or if you have to run five miles to get your tension up this morning, do something about it, let's wrestle or fight some more, maybe. You're drinking juice today, and for the next three months, you hear? I do not want your kidneys to stop functioning before we even have time to have kids.” The logic may be twisted, but Tomohisa's irritation gets the better of him.
“But--”
“Look I said you're drinking this. How many cans of Red Bull do you drink a day? Do you think I'm that stupid, you palpitate even in your dreams, and I doubt if I'm in any of those. You should know what's good for your body and what's not, if it's not energy drinks it coffee or alcohol. By the time we go to Jin and Kame's concert in May I might be pushing you in a wheelchair already. You're a workaholic to the point that you skip meals on purpose, it's a multiple organ failure waiting to happen. Shut up and eat, you'll be late.”
“Hai hai, okaa-san. Now sit and eat with me.” Tomohisa pouts at the answer, but is nonetheless happy that the older, for once, is obeying him. He's just concerned for his health, and really, having excessive amounts of suspicious liquid in your body is like a death wish in slow motion. Silence washes over them again, the ocassional clatter of silverware the only sound. Toma decides to break the ice, touching the unfinished issue from earlier this morning.
“Tomo, you're really moving in?”
“Hnnn.” is all he gets in reply.
“Why?”
“So I can cut on gas when we see each other?”, Tomohisa sarcastically answers.
“I'm serious. I want to know what made you decide on this, you said you'd been contemplating on it for a month or so.”
Should he tell the truth? Tomohisa figures he owes the older at least that. They never keep secrets from each other-- never have ever since twelve years ago.
“Do you remember the message I sent you through the magazine a few months back?”
The message. Voice was filming back then and Toma didn't have time to even call or mail Tomohisa. He was so busy between his role as an intern forensic specialist and getting to know new friends in the other cast members that they totally lost time for each other. The only solution the younger could think of at that time was the message through the magazine, as he was sure that the older would get a copy of it as well. Toma shudders at the memory, he still can't believe Tomohisa got insecure over their lack of quality time. He figures he hurt the other a bit more than usual that time for the younger to resort to that method to get his attention. I know you are very busy with filming, but if you have free time, please call me, it had said. He immediately called the younger one the minute he read that, extremely guilty that the younger had practically begged him just so he could hear Toma's voice, but they quickly fell back to square one a few weeks later. Toma was so busy with the continuous acting jobs, and now another big break has come-- Toma as the lead in another serial drama.
Tomohisa looks on, waiting for a response. He gets none, so he reaches out, holds Toma's hand in his own. “Toma”, he calls out, “do you remember it?”
This has the older coming back from his thoughts. He half-dazedly realizes the question directed to him, and he manages a small nod.
“Well, yeah. Errr-- yeah, that. I don't want to not see you again because you're busy. And since I'm not, I figured I could do something about it.” Tomohisa says, cheeks burning up in embarrassment.
“Oh.”
“Well, uhm. Yeah, I mean if you really REALLY don't want to see me-- I mean if you think I'll distract you from working or anything just say so, I'll leave right away, not that I'd want that but if you do then I guess-- yeah, I don't know, uhm--”
“No, no, it's not like that. I guess I got caught up, you know, surprised. It's not like you to just be up here and say that at what, six in the morning? It's just taking time to sink in.” Toma's blushing as well by now.
“Oh, okay. Yeah. I mean, I just didn't want to have to send another message via the magazines, it was kind of uncomfortable after that.”
And Toma remembers, remembers how he stumbled upon Jin a few days later at some random club, the other telling him to give Tomohisa a call as soon as Voice filming and promotions ended. I saw himmm with Ryo-chan and-- and Masuda-kun last night, he looked sooo sad. Lost his sparkles, y'know? were Jin's words, slurred from the alcohol and apparently from something Kame slipped in his drink so that they'd have to go home before the clock even struck twelve. He also remembers picking up a drunken Tomohisa from some club in Shibuya the night after that, the younger mumbling, “Keii-chan, take meeeeee home 'lready, I wan' drownn m'bath tub. Tomaaaaa doesn't lo-- looooove me 'nymore.”, sitting in the passenger seat with the smell of alcohol and sweat, tear streaks down his pale cheeks, passing out soon after. He drove home immediately after taking the younger back to his apartment, guilt eating at his chest, not wanting to show his face after neglecting Tomohisa. It took Toma another three weeks to actually say sorry for that incident, because he knew that most of the blame was on him, and by the time he had re-apologized Tomohisa looked about as thin as Ryo due to lack of sleep, food, and logical thinking.
“Tomo,” he starts, unsure of his words, unsure if what he's about to say will even make sense, “I'm sorry. I know I made you go through a lot, again. I'm so stupid, I always manage to hurt you.” And he laughs bitterly. “But maybe, maybe we're rushing a bit? Moving in is a bit rash, ne?” I'm right here, you know? I might get busy, but I'm here. I'm always here, always yours, you know that right? he wants to say, but somehow the words get stuck in his throat.
Tomohisa opens his mouth to answer, to say that he just wants them to spend time together, and this way Toma wouldn't have to make extra time for him because they'd be at home. He wants to do this for Toma, the sacrifice, the feeling of giving up a part of his comfort zone to support the older one, but the conversation is cut off by a familiar ringing which Tomohisa recognizes, Love Song, and which is coming from Toma's mobile. Suddenly he is very interested at who is calling. Toma fishes out his mobile from his pants' back pocket and flips it open, receiver in his ear.
“Hello?”
“Jun!”
Jun?! Tomohisa thinks as his eyebrows rise higher than the ceiling.
“Oh, this weekend? I'm not sure--”
“No, I'm actually free. It's just that... yeah sure, maybe I can convince him to come as well.”
“Ahou! Why would I forget? Do you really think I'm that shallow! It's important to you, so I'll definitely be there!” and Toma's laughter bounces through the kitchen walls.
“Yes, yes, I know. Dinner too. I can't promise you my entire evening, though. I hope we can go for drinks, it's been too long! Call them, alright? I'll see you soon, ja~”
Characters: Yamashita Tomohisa, Ikuta Toma, mentions of TomaPi friends and the Ikuta household.
Pairings: TomaPi, hints of Akame
Rating: PG (language)
Genre: Fluff/Crack?
Summary: Toma gets busy, and Tomohisa moves in.
Disclaimer: Mine. In my head.
a/n: hello. uhm, yeah, self-betaed with tenses and thoughts in disarray. done at around 3am-7am when i was supposed to be studying for microbiology finals [yes we all know that was improper]. only one more exam to go, then medical qualifiers, and i'm done-- i'm officially a senior. grrr.
this part. uhm i really hope i don't disappoint those who have been reading. i wasn't supposed to write angst, but i guess lack of sleep induces angst so yeah-- angst for this one and the next part [which i won't be posting because the next NEXT part is has an end but has no start, so that's wrong]. and if you don't like tomapi angst, yeah i guess i'm really sorry, but i can promise a happy ending [maybe not too cheesy but we can't say that because yamashita's always cheesy when he's with toma-- ehem refer to the tomapi nikki translations].
so yeah. Part 3 here. please do comment. <3
Part 1 and Part 2 here.
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Tomohisa goes downstairs, Jam in his arms, to find that Toma's parents have finished breakfast and are going to the market, according to a note. He puts the dog down and settles for making a second helping of pancakes, then preparing Jam's breakfast to pass time. Such a hearty eater, Tomohisa thinks as he absentmindedly crouches down to ruffle the dog's fur. “Ne, Jam-chan”, he starts to question her, “otou-san's angry at me. What do you think I should do?” Jam, as if sensing his discomfort, leans into Tomohisa's touch to try and comfort him, which puts a smile on the younger man's face.
The last scene is what Toma sees when he heads down.
He approaches the sight in the kitchen, crouches down next to the startled Tomohisa, and also pets the dog affectionately. “Jam-chan, okaa-san's so sweet, ne~. Preparing breakfast for you and otou-san, I wonder what we can do to pay him back?” He smiles, hopes that the younger one understands-- this is his apology, because he's too arrogant and too caught up to properly ask for forgiveness for screwing up first thing in the morning.
Tomohisa scoffs mildly, but Toma doesn't miss the small smile threatening to break from his face when he stands up and mumbles 'breakfastonthetable'. Maybe, just maybe this day is bound to get better.
They sit opposite each other and eat in silence. Halfway through the meal the younger one stands up, makes his way to the fridge, and takes out a bottle of juice. Toma gazes at him as if asking 'what is that?'; he sets it on the table, bringing two glasses with him after.
“Tomohisa...”
“What? I don't care if your face scrunches up when you drink this or if you have to run five miles to get your tension up this morning, do something about it, let's wrestle or fight some more, maybe. You're drinking juice today, and for the next three months, you hear? I do not want your kidneys to stop functioning before we even have time to have kids.” The logic may be twisted, but Tomohisa's irritation gets the better of him.
“But--”
“Look I said you're drinking this. How many cans of Red Bull do you drink a day? Do you think I'm that stupid, you palpitate even in your dreams, and I doubt if I'm in any of those. You should know what's good for your body and what's not, if it's not energy drinks it coffee or alcohol. By the time we go to Jin and Kame's concert in May I might be pushing you in a wheelchair already. You're a workaholic to the point that you skip meals on purpose, it's a multiple organ failure waiting to happen. Shut up and eat, you'll be late.”
“Hai hai, okaa-san. Now sit and eat with me.” Tomohisa pouts at the answer, but is nonetheless happy that the older, for once, is obeying him. He's just concerned for his health, and really, having excessive amounts of suspicious liquid in your body is like a death wish in slow motion. Silence washes over them again, the ocassional clatter of silverware the only sound. Toma decides to break the ice, touching the unfinished issue from earlier this morning.
“Tomo, you're really moving in?”
“Hnnn.” is all he gets in reply.
“Why?”
“So I can cut on gas when we see each other?”, Tomohisa sarcastically answers.
“I'm serious. I want to know what made you decide on this, you said you'd been contemplating on it for a month or so.”
Should he tell the truth? Tomohisa figures he owes the older at least that. They never keep secrets from each other-- never have ever since twelve years ago.
“Do you remember the message I sent you through the magazine a few months back?”
The message. Voice was filming back then and Toma didn't have time to even call or mail Tomohisa. He was so busy between his role as an intern forensic specialist and getting to know new friends in the other cast members that they totally lost time for each other. The only solution the younger could think of at that time was the message through the magazine, as he was sure that the older would get a copy of it as well. Toma shudders at the memory, he still can't believe Tomohisa got insecure over their lack of quality time. He figures he hurt the other a bit more than usual that time for the younger to resort to that method to get his attention. I know you are very busy with filming, but if you have free time, please call me, it had said. He immediately called the younger one the minute he read that, extremely guilty that the younger had practically begged him just so he could hear Toma's voice, but they quickly fell back to square one a few weeks later. Toma was so busy with the continuous acting jobs, and now another big break has come-- Toma as the lead in another serial drama.
Tomohisa looks on, waiting for a response. He gets none, so he reaches out, holds Toma's hand in his own. “Toma”, he calls out, “do you remember it?”
This has the older coming back from his thoughts. He half-dazedly realizes the question directed to him, and he manages a small nod.
“Well, yeah. Errr-- yeah, that. I don't want to not see you again because you're busy. And since I'm not, I figured I could do something about it.” Tomohisa says, cheeks burning up in embarrassment.
“Oh.”
“Well, uhm. Yeah, I mean if you really REALLY don't want to see me-- I mean if you think I'll distract you from working or anything just say so, I'll leave right away, not that I'd want that but if you do then I guess-- yeah, I don't know, uhm--”
“No, no, it's not like that. I guess I got caught up, you know, surprised. It's not like you to just be up here and say that at what, six in the morning? It's just taking time to sink in.” Toma's blushing as well by now.
“Oh, okay. Yeah. I mean, I just didn't want to have to send another message via the magazines, it was kind of uncomfortable after that.”
And Toma remembers, remembers how he stumbled upon Jin a few days later at some random club, the other telling him to give Tomohisa a call as soon as Voice filming and promotions ended. I saw himmm with Ryo-chan and-- and Masuda-kun last night, he looked sooo sad. Lost his sparkles, y'know? were Jin's words, slurred from the alcohol and apparently from something Kame slipped in his drink so that they'd have to go home before the clock even struck twelve. He also remembers picking up a drunken Tomohisa from some club in Shibuya the night after that, the younger mumbling, “Keii-chan, take meeeeee home 'lready, I wan' drownn m'bath tub. Tomaaaaa doesn't lo-- looooove me 'nymore.”, sitting in the passenger seat with the smell of alcohol and sweat, tear streaks down his pale cheeks, passing out soon after. He drove home immediately after taking the younger back to his apartment, guilt eating at his chest, not wanting to show his face after neglecting Tomohisa. It took Toma another three weeks to actually say sorry for that incident, because he knew that most of the blame was on him, and by the time he had re-apologized Tomohisa looked about as thin as Ryo due to lack of sleep, food, and logical thinking.
“Tomo,” he starts, unsure of his words, unsure if what he's about to say will even make sense, “I'm sorry. I know I made you go through a lot, again. I'm so stupid, I always manage to hurt you.” And he laughs bitterly. “But maybe, maybe we're rushing a bit? Moving in is a bit rash, ne?” I'm right here, you know? I might get busy, but I'm here. I'm always here, always yours, you know that right? he wants to say, but somehow the words get stuck in his throat.
Tomohisa opens his mouth to answer, to say that he just wants them to spend time together, and this way Toma wouldn't have to make extra time for him because they'd be at home. He wants to do this for Toma, the sacrifice, the feeling of giving up a part of his comfort zone to support the older one, but the conversation is cut off by a familiar ringing which Tomohisa recognizes, Love Song, and which is coming from Toma's mobile. Suddenly he is very interested at who is calling. Toma fishes out his mobile from his pants' back pocket and flips it open, receiver in his ear.
“Hello?”
“Jun!”
Jun?! Tomohisa thinks as his eyebrows rise higher than the ceiling.
“Oh, this weekend? I'm not sure--”
“No, I'm actually free. It's just that... yeah sure, maybe I can convince him to come as well.”
“Ahou! Why would I forget? Do you really think I'm that shallow! It's important to you, so I'll definitely be there!” and Toma's laughter bounces through the kitchen walls.
“Yes, yes, I know. Dinner too. I can't promise you my entire evening, though. I hope we can go for drinks, it's been too long! Call them, alright? I'll see you soon, ja~”