{fic} Oneshot: Confession
Title: Confession
Word Count: 1729
Characters: Yamashita Tomohisa, Ikuta Toma, mentions of TomaPi friends and the Ikuta household.
Pairings: TomaPi
Rating: PG (language)
Genre: Fluff/Crack
Summary: Yamashita never regretted his first confession.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. :) except the plot. and UN-BETA-ed as always so pleaaaaaaase correct any typos or slips in grammar, I'm extremely tired from school.
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Yamashita likes ambush visits. Toma knows this because Yamashita has shown up in front of his-- the Ikuta household countless of times in the dead of the night when obviously no minor would be allowed outside just because he feels lonely or something. Yamashita would also be the one to suggest sneaking out of the dorms with him and Shunsuke and Hasejun and Koki to go and sneak into Takizawa-kun's and Tsubasa-kun's dorm rooms only to get lost and end up in Yokoyama-kun's and Murakami-kun's quarters, where they would get glomped and yelled at and hit on the head, or sometimes wrestled by cute little Ryo-chan. Yamashita is also the reason for more than half of the times Toma gets scolded because they get caught sneaking out of hotel rooms, because Jimmy is a natural-born squealer and Subaru-kun's voice is so prominent and loud it reaches up to Ohno-san's room, which is about three floors up their own.
Yamashita likes ambush visits, and Toma knows this very well, what with them being childhood friends and constant partners in talkshows and song numbers and concert performances, which is why it is very unlikely that he is surprised to see Yamashita in his doorway, panting like he was chased by at least a hundred horses, thin body perspiring heavily and leaning on the thin wood post near the steps and eyes closed in concentration. A good few minutes ago, when he was sorting out tracksuits and houseclothes he got a call from Yamashita, the conversation being “HELLO? ARE YOU HOME? STAY THERE!--” and Toma not being able to say anything because the line was cut, and really, he should have predicted that Yamashita would come sooner or later because of that phonecall, but he is allowed to be oblivious to details, being Toma and all.
Toma opens the front porch lights, it is almost midnight and his parents and Ryuusei are in Hokkaido so he is alone (and really, Jimmy would've slept over but the last time he went Yamashita gatecrashed and played a scary ghost prank and Jimmy is younger and more gullible than both of them). He looks at Yamashita, annoyed and amused squeezed in one facial contortion, and yells “What the hell? It's--” and he looks at his left wrist, and his watch says twenty past midnight and really, why did the bus driver even let Yamashita ride the bus when it is so obviously beyond curfew?
“What?” Yamashita cuts in, looking up at the older, also annoyed because Toma shouldn't be annoyed at him, not after the effort of going outside at such hours and running from the bus stop to his house. He is panting goddamnit.
“Are you an idiot? It's past midnight, we're not allowed to be awake at this hour!” Toma practically has his eyes popping out of their sockets in irritation, arms uselessly flailing in random directions to emphasize his obviously unspeakable irritance.
Yamashita raises an eyebrow, standing up straight with hands on his hips. “Oh? Then why are you awake?”
Having no decent reply at the moment, Toma settles for looking mildly offended. A few mometns later he speaks. “Well, you call in the dead of the night when I'm home alone in a voice that obviously reaches beyond safe hearing decibels, I can only assume something is wrong.” He wants to smirk but Yamashita's face shows no emotion of realization or amusement, so he continues. “Wait, did something happen?”
A neighbor's front porch light switches on, Yamashita notices, and promptly decides to ignore Toma's question; his intention is better and more important anyway. “You're alone right?” He doesn't wait for the reply, since they are pressed for time. “Good, I've something to confess.”
Another front porch light switches on, this time from the house in front of the Ikuta's, and Toma realizes that two soon-to-be idols speaking to each other publicly and not so subtlely at midnight is not good for their careers-- Johnny would probably bite them and suck out all their blood if a paparazzi picture even comes near to being published. Taking the least troublesome way out, he says “Okay, what is it?”
“I like you.” Yamashita answers, plain and simple like that, his face devoid of any expression that says 'it's a prank, duh!'.
Toma blinks. Yamashita blinks back at him. Another front porch light goes on. Toma blinks again.
And Yamashita is a very spontaneous and laid-back person, so Toma is utterly dumbfounded. “What?” is all he manages in his tranced state, because really, being confessed to by a best friend in the dead of the night in his front porch isn't exactly romantic, not when they are both boys and have basically seen each other butt-naked too many times to count and have slept next to each other almost every week during concerts in Fukuoka and Sendai and such places.
Yamashita blinks at him again, thoughtful at Toma's obliviousness, as always. “I like you,” he repeats, smiling at Toma's face which is now slowly turning pink, technically unnoticeable with the faint yellow light, but Yamashita is a pro at recognizing Toma's blushing face.
“Okay...” still overwhelmed, Toma racks his brain for something suitable, or hilarious to try and convince them both that this is a prank-- and extremely well-thought out one at that. He tries again, “Okay, I like you too. We're best friends, you know.”
Yamashita laughs, and Toma just looks confused at that, so the younger takes pity and lets him in on the scoop. “No, you're such an idiot. I like you,” he makes pointless hand gestures, “like how girls like boys, only--” and he pauses to actually think if what he says is agreeable. “well, only I'm a boy too, so I like-love? Hmmm, love, I think. I love you like how boys love boys!”
The cheeky smile Yamashita sports only helps to make Toma's face turn flaming red. In mortal fear of stuttering he chooses to keep his mouth shut, because there is no way Yamashita will take the joke to that extent. They play pranks on each other, sure, but why is his heart beating so fast all of a sudden and why is he feeling faint and light like floating on clouds, even when the night is black with no moon and only the stars present?
“Hello? Tomaaaaaaa hellooooooo--” Yamashita makes an exaggerated blowfish impersonation to a spaced out Toma, which apparently works.
“H-h-ha? Wait, what?”
The younger huffs, not liking the whole being ignored thing. “I said, I LOVE YOU.” He makes sure to put emphasis on the last three words. There, confession said out loud, now it's up to the paparazzi to make or break whatever the verdict will be. Takizawa-kun can't tease him for being such a girly wimp now.
Speaking of Takizawa-kun, “Wait wait wait,” Toma hurriedly replies, “don't you like Takizawa-kun? Like, you like like him?” He wants to play safe-- no, they not playing anything, this is a prank!, he convinces himself again.
Yamashita looks uphalled. “What? I don't! Who said that?” Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the younger pouts at Toma's statement.
“No? Then Jin-- what about Jin?”
“No.”
“Uhm-- then...” Toma is running out of escape routes by now. “Kame? You like Kame, don't you?” he tries, voice funny and nervous, eyes shifting unfocusedly.
Yamashita notes this, amused at how he makes Toma feel all jelly-like and defenseless, because he knows even if Toma is embarrassed he is always composed, but this-- being unguarded, he only shows this to the younger. “I don't like Kame-chan. I don't like anyone else, stop running.” He steps forward, instinctively making Toma step backward.
“Well-I-I... uhm, I--”
“Do you like Jimmy?” Another step forward, with a devilish smirk.
“N-n-no, I mean yes! I mean- I-- not like that!” Toma's stuttering is bad, and Yamashita hopes he can put the poor boy out of his misery, can put them both out of their denial.
Another step forward, another taken back. “Good, you can't like Jimmy that way. Also not Jun-- whoever Jun that is, and not anyone else, alright?” He takes three quick steps so he is face to face with Toma, who looks just about debating whether to visibly pale and disintegrate or fully burn red out of confusion, humiliation, and just-- weird and complete realization of their situation right now, faces within less than an inch apart and breaths mingling.
“Well?” Yamashita breathes out, and Toma barely nods, stiff in his position, too enthralled and afraid to move for some unknown cause.
As if on cue with the neighbors starting to come out and see what the loud commotion ouside is about, Yamshita bodily hauls Toma onto his shoulders, which makes the older one let out something between a squeak and a yelp, arms and legs automatically thrashing in a futile attempt to be let loose, and the part of Toma's brain that isn't mush yet tries to figure out how in hell did Yamashita manage to lift him up, what with that skinny frame.
Another door creaks open, their neighbor from the right, and Toma hisses, “Yamashita put me down! What in hell are you--”
“Well,” the younger's voice may as well be on one of those portable megaphones with his volume, “if I could choose I'd have my way with you here and now, us being alone and stuff. But--” and he looks at the obaa-chan from the door on the right, a satisfied smile on his face at her bewildered expression, “I don't think that's appropriate after the initial confession and rejection.” He walks inside and slams the door, but not before winking at the old lady and her white cat that appeared out of nowhere, a playful smirk playing at his lips.
Toma continues the futile struggle all the way up to his room.
A few good years after that, with NEWS and separate careers and countless happenings later, an apartment together and pet dogs, Yamashita doesn't regret his first confession, even more so when Toma slightly shifts on their bed and wraps a possessive arm around his thin waist, head resting comfortably on the crook of the younger's neck.
A/N: There is fic-- whaaaat? First this was soooo random IDK where this came from, maybe because OTP fans are so active in posting fics lately? I had concussions writing the crack and fluff, and sooo I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT. uhm uhm uhm, currently working on a multichap with OTP and possibly Golden Era Jrs. (juniors from the 1996-2000's) as main cast, the prologue of which I might post before the weekend And Iam weird because TomaPi plot came to mind and I wrote on my OpenOffice Word right away (I've had numerous reoccurances of this pattern but with AkaKame and/or HayaRyu and I NEVER EVER WRITE, which is why I know TomaPi is my OTP, even though my bff and I have pinky rings-- HayaRyu inspired LOLX ) and so there is ficcage hahaha.
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