[fic] Watanabe x Fukasawa - Out Through The Curtain
Title: Out Through The Curtain
Author: BG
Pairing: Watanabe Shota x Fukasawa Tatsuya
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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It was the morning I slept through my alarm that marked the day that my whole life changed. I was running late, forgoing a shower, I splashed water on my face and hurriedly brushed my teeth. I shucked off my pajama pants and rapidly replaced them with clean underwear and my school uniform. I called a greeting and a goodbye as I raced through the kitchen, grabbing my lunch and an apple. Shoving my books in my bag, running my fingers through my hair in a desperate effort to bring it to some semblance of order and tugging on my shoes proved difficult when one tries to do all three tasks simultaneously. I heard my mother wish me a safe trip as I stumbled out the door whilst pulling my jacket on.
I could, at that point, already tell that it was the beginning of a spectacular day.
I had, of course, missed my regular train and so there I was tapping my foot in my impatience as I waited for the next scheduled train to arrive. I glared at the gaggle of school girls that were whispering behind cupped hands and pointing in my direction. Girls were so annoying. I was still glaring when the platform parted like the red sea and for the briefest of moments my gaze fell upon him. Then the sheer volume of people swallowed him up and my view was obscured. I stood on my tip toes and scanned the crowd.
I’d never seen him before but my heart did a curious flip flop at the sight of him. I pegged him as about my age. His uniform looked familiar but I couldn’t remember the name of the school. His hair was neat, his clothes pristine and he had an unhurried air about him.
The train arrived and the jostle of people stole him from my view again. I sighed and let the current carry me towards the train doors.
At the time I hadn’t realized it but I’d fallen for him. I had fallen and I didn’t even know his name.
The final bell rang and I mechanically went through gathering my things, I realized that I had thought of nothing but him for the entire day. It embarrassed me, I couldn’t remember any of my classes, I couldn’t even remember eating my lunch. I’d never been so caught up in someone before. I didn’t even know his name.
I’d probably never see him again.
I was trudging towards the station, my head still in the clouds when suddenly a snippet of conversation floating towards on the autumn breeze.
“Who do you like more, Yabu or Hikaru?”
I glance to my left. I could see a gaggle of girls crowded around what looked like a magazine.
“Neither. I like Fukasawa.”
“Who?”
“This one!”
There was a bit of page flicking and then a chorus of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ that made me blanch a little.
The girl holding the magazine held it up just as I passed and my heart nearly stopped. There he was. The guy I had been dreaming about all day, in full colour spread. I forced myself to keep walking, my heart was pounding and my palms were all sweaty. It was ridiculous.
That afternoon, for the first time in my life I bought a copy of Duet. He was a Johnnys. His name was Fukasawa.
It didn’t take a lot of convincing to let my Mother allow me to change companies. It never even occurred to me that I might not get accepted. I was full of confidence. I would see him again. I’ve always gone after what I wanted.
The first day of practice was daunting. I’d never seen so many boys in one room before. The studio was comforting though. It looked like any other dance studio and I was grateful for once constant. I met a lot of people that first day.
I saw him from across the room. He was in a group, so they held separate practices. I heard the name Yabu and Hikaru float across the room and turned to see two boys not that much older than me. I remembered the girl’s question from the school yard.
Personally I thought Fukasawa was better looking than either of them. Personally I thought he was gorgeous.
Too bad I could never tell me that.
I was put into a group that had no official name, just the banner of Jr Boys. It was mostly dancing and I was okay with that. I liked to dance. It was something I was used too.
I had been a Johnny for approximately three months when Miyadate strolled into the studio one afternoon with a bunch of other fresh juniors. I could barely believe my eyes.
“Miya!” I shouted as I jumped up to greet him. “What are you doing here?”
“It got boring without you,” he grinned.
I pulled him over to introduce him to the others. I was so glad to see him. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed him.
“So I take it you know each other?” Sanada cooed, his eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips.
I frowned at his implications, “Shota and I used to dance for the same company.”
Sanada’s eyes widened at the use of my first name and I just knew he was getting the wrong impression but if I made a fuss it would just make it worse.
Our numbers fluctuated until finally we were pretty much a set nine man group. The boys were nice. Abe was quiet and stubborn. Onodera was tiny but so energetic. Nozawa was the voice of reason. Funabiki was a chatterbox. Iwamoto was kind, clumsy and he made me smile. Sanada was bright and so easy to talk to. Sakuma was talented, unbelievably flexible and so my pace and Miyadate well he was Miyadate, he was good at pretty much everything he tried.
We settled into an easy friendship until I walked into the practice room to see Fukasawa standing with Sanada, his outfit identical to the one I was wearing. I stopped dead in the doorway and then went sprawling when Iwamoto crashed into me as he came sprinting around the corner.
I lay were I fell, my head thumping and my thoughts in a daze.
This couldn’t be happening.
“You should definitely tell him.”
I started and managed to squeeze my juice box down my front as I glanced sharply to my left.
Miyadate was grinning at me, already half into his practice clothes, his shirt in his hand. I stuck out my tongue and whipped off my shirt before the juice could seep through to my skin.
“He’s never going to realize if you don’t tell him.”
I shivered. Miyadate’s lips brushed the shell of my ear and I turned to face him. He hovered over me and I cursed his last growth spurt that left him just that bit taller than me. I rested my hand on the bare skin of his hip. I fluttered my eyes at him, going along with the game.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Sure, sure.”
He trailed a finger across my collar bone and smirked at me.
A loud thunk caught my attention and I peered around Miyadate to see Fukasawa watching us with wide eyes, his bag on the floor. He blushed and stooped to gather his bag in his arms.
“S-Sorry.”
And then like a whirlwind he was gone.
My jaw dropped and Miyadate stepped away from me, I shrugged off his touch. I didn’t acknowledge his apology. It was as much my fault as it was his.
Fukasawa ignored both of us that day. He ignored us both for the rest of the practices that week.
“You’re an idiot.”
“What?”
I had barely even walked in and already I was getting scolded.
“What did you do to Fukka?”
My eyes narrowed at the use of the nickname; the familiarity twisting a knife deep inside my heart. Sanada glared at me.
“I didn’t do anything. Nothing I need to apologise for.”
“Then why is he all weird around you.”
“It was a misunderstanding but I won’t apologise. I have done nothing wrong.”
Sanada’s brow quirked in what appeared to be confusion but I still can’t read him so I could have been wrong.
“Why don’t you talk to him then? Clear up the misunderstanding.”
“Why should I go to him? He’s the one doing the misunderstanding. He’s the one that hasn’t bothered to have it explained to him. He’s the one that has judged me.
“Judged you?”
I scowled at him, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
I walked away, studiously ignoring the call of my name.
I tripped over my laces when he pushed me back into the change room. He slid the door closed firmly behind him and flipped the latch over the lock. I climbed to my feet and busied myself with a somewhat elaborate show of gathering all my things that had gone flying when I dropped my bag.
His fingers closed over my elbow and forced me to stop. My heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat.
“Sanada says that I misunderstood something.”
My brain was slowly melting at the heat of his skin against mine and the look in his eyes.
“Are you mad at me?”
“No,” I murmured.
“What have I misunderstood? I saw you with him. He was so close. He was touching you. I know that you have been friends for a long time and I…”
“I’m not with him. It isn’t like that.”
“But…”
“It was just a game. Miyadate doesn’t like me like that.”
Fukasawa’s eyes hardened, “So it’s once sided then.”
“What? No! It’s just a…”
I froze. His lips were so soft. His eyes were closed and the touch was tentative, hesitant but when he moved, the drag of his lips against mine made me sigh.
“Play no games with anyone but me.”
His words, whispered against my lips made me shiver.
I forced my eyes open and meeting his gaze reaffirmed that he was absolutely serious. For someone so mellow in appearance it seemed unreal, the words he spoke, and the expression he held.
“I don’t share Shota. I want you to know that.”
When I think back to the first time I saw him, on the station platform years earlier, I thought I would never see him again. I never thought I would stand beside him on stage. I never thought I would be able to take his hand in mine.
I hadn’t dared dream that he would one day be mine.
I’m his; for as long as he continues to take me in his arms, for as long as he keeps accepting my heart. I give it over and over again.
He tells me he loves me.
He gives his heart in return.
A/N: I probably ruined their characters T_________T And I think I screwed with the time line a little. I tried to keep it in line as best I could >>
Author: BG
Pairing: Watanabe Shota x Fukasawa Tatsuya
Ratings: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
archive
It was the morning I slept through my alarm that marked the day that my whole life changed. I was running late, forgoing a shower, I splashed water on my face and hurriedly brushed my teeth. I shucked off my pajama pants and rapidly replaced them with clean underwear and my school uniform. I called a greeting and a goodbye as I raced through the kitchen, grabbing my lunch and an apple. Shoving my books in my bag, running my fingers through my hair in a desperate effort to bring it to some semblance of order and tugging on my shoes proved difficult when one tries to do all three tasks simultaneously. I heard my mother wish me a safe trip as I stumbled out the door whilst pulling my jacket on.
I could, at that point, already tell that it was the beginning of a spectacular day.
I had, of course, missed my regular train and so there I was tapping my foot in my impatience as I waited for the next scheduled train to arrive. I glared at the gaggle of school girls that were whispering behind cupped hands and pointing in my direction. Girls were so annoying. I was still glaring when the platform parted like the red sea and for the briefest of moments my gaze fell upon him. Then the sheer volume of people swallowed him up and my view was obscured. I stood on my tip toes and scanned the crowd.
I’d never seen him before but my heart did a curious flip flop at the sight of him. I pegged him as about my age. His uniform looked familiar but I couldn’t remember the name of the school. His hair was neat, his clothes pristine and he had an unhurried air about him.
The train arrived and the jostle of people stole him from my view again. I sighed and let the current carry me towards the train doors.
At the time I hadn’t realized it but I’d fallen for him. I had fallen and I didn’t even know his name.
The final bell rang and I mechanically went through gathering my things, I realized that I had thought of nothing but him for the entire day. It embarrassed me, I couldn’t remember any of my classes, I couldn’t even remember eating my lunch. I’d never been so caught up in someone before. I didn’t even know his name.
I’d probably never see him again.
I was trudging towards the station, my head still in the clouds when suddenly a snippet of conversation floating towards on the autumn breeze.
“Who do you like more, Yabu or Hikaru?”
I glance to my left. I could see a gaggle of girls crowded around what looked like a magazine.
“Neither. I like Fukasawa.”
“Who?”
“This one!”
There was a bit of page flicking and then a chorus of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ that made me blanch a little.
The girl holding the magazine held it up just as I passed and my heart nearly stopped. There he was. The guy I had been dreaming about all day, in full colour spread. I forced myself to keep walking, my heart was pounding and my palms were all sweaty. It was ridiculous.
That afternoon, for the first time in my life I bought a copy of Duet. He was a Johnnys. His name was Fukasawa.
It didn’t take a lot of convincing to let my Mother allow me to change companies. It never even occurred to me that I might not get accepted. I was full of confidence. I would see him again. I’ve always gone after what I wanted.
The first day of practice was daunting. I’d never seen so many boys in one room before. The studio was comforting though. It looked like any other dance studio and I was grateful for once constant. I met a lot of people that first day.
I saw him from across the room. He was in a group, so they held separate practices. I heard the name Yabu and Hikaru float across the room and turned to see two boys not that much older than me. I remembered the girl’s question from the school yard.
Personally I thought Fukasawa was better looking than either of them. Personally I thought he was gorgeous.
Too bad I could never tell me that.
I was put into a group that had no official name, just the banner of Jr Boys. It was mostly dancing and I was okay with that. I liked to dance. It was something I was used too.
I had been a Johnny for approximately three months when Miyadate strolled into the studio one afternoon with a bunch of other fresh juniors. I could barely believe my eyes.
“Miya!” I shouted as I jumped up to greet him. “What are you doing here?”
“It got boring without you,” he grinned.
I pulled him over to introduce him to the others. I was so glad to see him. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed him.
“So I take it you know each other?” Sanada cooed, his eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips.
I frowned at his implications, “Shota and I used to dance for the same company.”
Sanada’s eyes widened at the use of my first name and I just knew he was getting the wrong impression but if I made a fuss it would just make it worse.
Our numbers fluctuated until finally we were pretty much a set nine man group. The boys were nice. Abe was quiet and stubborn. Onodera was tiny but so energetic. Nozawa was the voice of reason. Funabiki was a chatterbox. Iwamoto was kind, clumsy and he made me smile. Sanada was bright and so easy to talk to. Sakuma was talented, unbelievably flexible and so my pace and Miyadate well he was Miyadate, he was good at pretty much everything he tried.
We settled into an easy friendship until I walked into the practice room to see Fukasawa standing with Sanada, his outfit identical to the one I was wearing. I stopped dead in the doorway and then went sprawling when Iwamoto crashed into me as he came sprinting around the corner.
I lay were I fell, my head thumping and my thoughts in a daze.
This couldn’t be happening.
“You should definitely tell him.”
I started and managed to squeeze my juice box down my front as I glanced sharply to my left.
Miyadate was grinning at me, already half into his practice clothes, his shirt in his hand. I stuck out my tongue and whipped off my shirt before the juice could seep through to my skin.
“He’s never going to realize if you don’t tell him.”
I shivered. Miyadate’s lips brushed the shell of my ear and I turned to face him. He hovered over me and I cursed his last growth spurt that left him just that bit taller than me. I rested my hand on the bare skin of his hip. I fluttered my eyes at him, going along with the game.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Sure, sure.”
He trailed a finger across my collar bone and smirked at me.
A loud thunk caught my attention and I peered around Miyadate to see Fukasawa watching us with wide eyes, his bag on the floor. He blushed and stooped to gather his bag in his arms.
“S-Sorry.”
And then like a whirlwind he was gone.
My jaw dropped and Miyadate stepped away from me, I shrugged off his touch. I didn’t acknowledge his apology. It was as much my fault as it was his.
Fukasawa ignored both of us that day. He ignored us both for the rest of the practices that week.
“You’re an idiot.”
“What?”
I had barely even walked in and already I was getting scolded.
“What did you do to Fukka?”
My eyes narrowed at the use of the nickname; the familiarity twisting a knife deep inside my heart. Sanada glared at me.
“I didn’t do anything. Nothing I need to apologise for.”
“Then why is he all weird around you.”
“It was a misunderstanding but I won’t apologise. I have done nothing wrong.”
Sanada’s brow quirked in what appeared to be confusion but I still can’t read him so I could have been wrong.
“Why don’t you talk to him then? Clear up the misunderstanding.”
“Why should I go to him? He’s the one doing the misunderstanding. He’s the one that hasn’t bothered to have it explained to him. He’s the one that has judged me.
“Judged you?”
I scowled at him, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
I walked away, studiously ignoring the call of my name.
I tripped over my laces when he pushed me back into the change room. He slid the door closed firmly behind him and flipped the latch over the lock. I climbed to my feet and busied myself with a somewhat elaborate show of gathering all my things that had gone flying when I dropped my bag.
His fingers closed over my elbow and forced me to stop. My heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat.
“Sanada says that I misunderstood something.”
My brain was slowly melting at the heat of his skin against mine and the look in his eyes.
“Are you mad at me?”
“No,” I murmured.
“What have I misunderstood? I saw you with him. He was so close. He was touching you. I know that you have been friends for a long time and I…”
“I’m not with him. It isn’t like that.”
“But…”
“It was just a game. Miyadate doesn’t like me like that.”
Fukasawa’s eyes hardened, “So it’s once sided then.”
“What? No! It’s just a…”
I froze. His lips were so soft. His eyes were closed and the touch was tentative, hesitant but when he moved, the drag of his lips against mine made me sigh.
“Play no games with anyone but me.”
His words, whispered against my lips made me shiver.
I forced my eyes open and meeting his gaze reaffirmed that he was absolutely serious. For someone so mellow in appearance it seemed unreal, the words he spoke, and the expression he held.
“I don’t share Shota. I want you to know that.”
When I think back to the first time I saw him, on the station platform years earlier, I thought I would never see him again. I never thought I would stand beside him on stage. I never thought I would be able to take his hand in mine.
I hadn’t dared dream that he would one day be mine.
I’m his; for as long as he continues to take me in his arms, for as long as he keeps accepting my heart. I give it over and over again.
He tells me he loves me.
He gives his heart in return.
A/N: I probably ruined their characters T_________T And I think I screwed with the time line a little. I tried to keep it in line as best I could >>