[article] Domoto Koichi; Domoto Tsuyoshi (Potato 1996/02) PART 1
t/n: I couldn't not do this one, because it's too hilarious not to share. :p (I completed Koichi’s half of the article ages and ages ago, so I may have gotten rusty in between... I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes..!)
Imagine
How much of it is the truth, and how much of it is made-up? This is KinKi's borderless talk. This month, we let them plunge into the beloved world of the imagination. Do have a laugh as you search for the truth!
Koichi
At long last, I had my first k*ss ------
What should I do? If I talk about this, my fans are going to be sad na... Truthfully, yesterday, I had my first kiss. At the age of 16 years, 11 months and 4 days, I finally had, with nothing to do with work, my first kiss! Though it took place at my home, I didn't plan for that when I asked her over. But then, as we were listening to a CD, and drinking tea, it some~how became that sort of mood, and the distance between us got closer. She had her back to me, so it turned into a spur of the moment getting up and (kissing her) from behind.
It's often said that the first kiss tastes like lemon, but the way I recall, it tasted like lemon with chocolate and watermelon and strawberry, mixed in with natto. Maa, we were kissing for about 5 hours, so lots of things got mixed in and it became a complex taste.
But, she didn't seem repulsed either. There was no resistance. Maybe it was because I was using a scissor hold [t/n: No kidding, he actually used the term 'カニバサミ'!], but when it was over, she was saying, "Next time, let's go further".
Her name? That, I'm not saying na~
At the wedding ceremony, we'll exchange left ring fingers! ------
I've been thinking of getting married, tomorrow, to that girl I had my first kiss with. Because I'm still 16 (17 on January 1st), I don't meet the requirements for marriage under Japanese law, and it's "a person I'm still in a blossoming romance with". There are people who think that it's too early (to get married), but I've made the decision. My family and Tsuyoshi have given their approval.
The location is going to be my hometown, and we intend to do it quietly, inviting only our respective families. I'm not expecting (to be featured in, or) to be interrupted by any TV coverage, but if they come, I will decline (to be featured). But you know, it's still unclear how we'll avoid the public eye within my hometown, and what mode of transportation we'll use. I'll have to hold a discussion with my family today.
The ceremony is going to be really simple as well. Normally, there's the candle-lighting, giving a bouquet of flowers to your parents and things like that, right? For us, we're just going to exchange our left ring fingers. Not rings, but left ring fingers! I haven't mentioned it before? In my country, living creatures have left ring fingers that can be detached. Before, I threw my towel at a concert live [t/n: Presumably into the audience. ;)], and threw my ring finger along with it by mistake. Tsuyoshi got all flustered and yelled, "Oh no!", but it was alright. Like a boomerang, 'pheew..!', it returned to where it belonged with a 'snap'.
I wonder, is getting married at the age of sixteen really that early? If there is love and if you think that the person is the one, at any age is fine, and since in my country even newborn babies can get married, it's actually really late in my case. Well, the life expectancy is short, and because the average life span is 25 years, one has to get married as soon as possible and produce offspring.
So, this is why I've been called a complete grandpa and things like that. In terms of mental age, if I were human, probably about 75. I've already given in to the compulsions to raise bonsai and bask in the sun, among other things, because I'm 75 and no longer going to work.
Tsuyoshi
I’m completely broken-hearted...
I didn’t really want to talk about it, but, some time ago I went through a romantic heartbreak. The cause was my violence. When I was in Nara, I used to be a street fighter. I had my henchmen, and along with a monkey that likes to drink kombucha [t/n: kelp tea], a dog that’s talented at doing the limbo dance, and a foundling addicted to mail order, we had Nara under our thumb. Well, they were a pretty useless bunch. But when they ran into our rivals they would flee down a narrow alleyway, then when the other side chased them, they (Tsuyoshi’s bunch) would suddenly come to a stop and deliver a flying kick. By way of this strategy, they ensured themselves an unbroken string of victories.
When I entered the agency [t/n: J&A], I was told by the higher ups: “You should quit being a street fighter”. Although I’d had the intention of doing so myself, my blood really started to boil. I was photographed countless times, but each time the agency would discard the photos that had been taken.
When I met that girl, it was during that period when I was truly at the end of my tether. Though I was a street fighter, each night, before this girl I would turn gentle in my own way, and she embraced my street fighter side as part of her love for me as well. But then, for some reason which to this day I cannot fathom, right when we were about to kiss, I suddenly struck her. And in the moment that I hit her, she turned back to look at me with tears running down her face and cried: “What are you doing?! T-that fist, I wish you’d get lost!” Then with her barbell upon her shoulders she left for who knows where. Yes, she was a bodybuilder... Well, I did search for her. In between locations for concerts and (filming) ‘Kindaichi Shonen no Jikenbo’, I looked in all the bodybuilding gyms all across the country. But she was nowhere to be found.
Due to that blow, I gripped a pen in my right hand and repeatedly jabbed them in the spaces between of my left hand, placed on the table. [t/n: basically some variation of the knife game, but using a pen.] In that way my fist sustained injury and I retired from being a street fighter.
I declare myself to be of the fishnet stockings faction!
This winter, I’ve been thinking of going all out with wearing fishnet stockings for real. The first time I wore them, it all started because I received a pair from my neighbour Mr. Tanaka’s wife. I happened to be passing by when my mother was conversing with Mr. Tanaka’s wife by the roadside, and Mr. Tanaka’s wife was sighing and grumbling that her house was full of fishnet stockings. So I said, “In that case, may I have them?” and Mr. Tanaka’s wife happily replied, “Oh, Tsuyoshi-kun, if you’ll have them then I’ll give them to you. Thank you,” and gave me 27, 8 pairs. It felt breezy when I tried them on, and it was unexpectedly pleasant. Everyone, you know too little about the nature [t/n: literally ‘existence’] of a man. While wearing (fishnet stockings), the mysteries of (being a) man are unravelled. Even when the bar of soap in the bathroom is broken, one can still conveniently use it by dangling the pieces (from inside the stockings), and also (use the stockings) to cover the drainage area of the sink and use them as a strainer.
Until now, the only time I’m wearing them are during my days off, but this year if it’s in fashion to wear fishnet stockings without underwear, I’ll probably even wear them while on tour. If you happen to catch a glimpse while I’m dancing, I would like you to write me with your thoughts.
Imagine
How much of it is the truth, and how much of it is made-up? This is KinKi's borderless talk. This month, we let them plunge into the beloved world of the imagination. Do have a laugh as you search for the truth!
Koichi
At long last, I had my first k*ss ------
What should I do? If I talk about this, my fans are going to be sad na... Truthfully, yesterday, I had my first kiss. At the age of 16 years, 11 months and 4 days, I finally had, with nothing to do with work, my first kiss! Though it took place at my home, I didn't plan for that when I asked her over. But then, as we were listening to a CD, and drinking tea, it some~how became that sort of mood, and the distance between us got closer. She had her back to me, so it turned into a spur of the moment getting up and (kissing her) from behind.
It's often said that the first kiss tastes like lemon, but the way I recall, it tasted like lemon with chocolate and watermelon and strawberry, mixed in with natto. Maa, we were kissing for about 5 hours, so lots of things got mixed in and it became a complex taste.
But, she didn't seem repulsed either. There was no resistance. Maybe it was because I was using a scissor hold [t/n: No kidding, he actually used the term 'カニバサミ'!], but when it was over, she was saying, "Next time, let's go further".
Her name? That, I'm not saying na~
At the wedding ceremony, we'll exchange left ring fingers! ------
I've been thinking of getting married, tomorrow, to that girl I had my first kiss with. Because I'm still 16 (17 on January 1st), I don't meet the requirements for marriage under Japanese law, and it's "a person I'm still in a blossoming romance with". There are people who think that it's too early (to get married), but I've made the decision. My family and Tsuyoshi have given their approval.
The location is going to be my hometown, and we intend to do it quietly, inviting only our respective families. I'm not expecting (to be featured in, or) to be interrupted by any TV coverage, but if they come, I will decline (to be featured). But you know, it's still unclear how we'll avoid the public eye within my hometown, and what mode of transportation we'll use. I'll have to hold a discussion with my family today.
The ceremony is going to be really simple as well. Normally, there's the candle-lighting, giving a bouquet of flowers to your parents and things like that, right? For us, we're just going to exchange our left ring fingers. Not rings, but left ring fingers! I haven't mentioned it before? In my country, living creatures have left ring fingers that can be detached. Before, I threw my towel at a concert live [t/n: Presumably into the audience. ;)], and threw my ring finger along with it by mistake. Tsuyoshi got all flustered and yelled, "Oh no!", but it was alright. Like a boomerang, 'pheew..!', it returned to where it belonged with a 'snap'.
I wonder, is getting married at the age of sixteen really that early? If there is love and if you think that the person is the one, at any age is fine, and since in my country even newborn babies can get married, it's actually really late in my case. Well, the life expectancy is short, and because the average life span is 25 years, one has to get married as soon as possible and produce offspring.
So, this is why I've been called a complete grandpa and things like that. In terms of mental age, if I were human, probably about 75. I've already given in to the compulsions to raise bonsai and bask in the sun, among other things, because I'm 75 and no longer going to work.
Tsuyoshi
I’m completely broken-hearted...
I didn’t really want to talk about it, but, some time ago I went through a romantic heartbreak. The cause was my violence. When I was in Nara, I used to be a street fighter. I had my henchmen, and along with a monkey that likes to drink kombucha [t/n: kelp tea], a dog that’s talented at doing the limbo dance, and a foundling addicted to mail order, we had Nara under our thumb. Well, they were a pretty useless bunch. But when they ran into our rivals they would flee down a narrow alleyway, then when the other side chased them, they (Tsuyoshi’s bunch) would suddenly come to a stop and deliver a flying kick. By way of this strategy, they ensured themselves an unbroken string of victories.
When I entered the agency [t/n: J&A], I was told by the higher ups: “You should quit being a street fighter”. Although I’d had the intention of doing so myself, my blood really started to boil. I was photographed countless times, but each time the agency would discard the photos that had been taken.
When I met that girl, it was during that period when I was truly at the end of my tether. Though I was a street fighter, each night, before this girl I would turn gentle in my own way, and she embraced my street fighter side as part of her love for me as well. But then, for some reason which to this day I cannot fathom, right when we were about to kiss, I suddenly struck her. And in the moment that I hit her, she turned back to look at me with tears running down her face and cried: “What are you doing?! T-that fist, I wish you’d get lost!” Then with her barbell upon her shoulders she left for who knows where. Yes, she was a bodybuilder... Well, I did search for her. In between locations for concerts and (filming) ‘Kindaichi Shonen no Jikenbo’, I looked in all the bodybuilding gyms all across the country. But she was nowhere to be found.
Due to that blow, I gripped a pen in my right hand and repeatedly jabbed them in the spaces between of my left hand, placed on the table. [t/n: basically some variation of the knife game, but using a pen.] In that way my fist sustained injury and I retired from being a street fighter.
I declare myself to be of the fishnet stockings faction!
This winter, I’ve been thinking of going all out with wearing fishnet stockings for real. The first time I wore them, it all started because I received a pair from my neighbour Mr. Tanaka’s wife. I happened to be passing by when my mother was conversing with Mr. Tanaka’s wife by the roadside, and Mr. Tanaka’s wife was sighing and grumbling that her house was full of fishnet stockings. So I said, “In that case, may I have them?” and Mr. Tanaka’s wife happily replied, “Oh, Tsuyoshi-kun, if you’ll have them then I’ll give them to you. Thank you,” and gave me 27, 8 pairs. It felt breezy when I tried them on, and it was unexpectedly pleasant. Everyone, you know too little about the nature [t/n: literally ‘existence’] of a man. While wearing (fishnet stockings), the mysteries of (being a) man are unravelled. Even when the bar of soap in the bathroom is broken, one can still conveniently use it by dangling the pieces (from inside the stockings), and also (use the stockings) to cover the drainage area of the sink and use them as a strainer.
Until now, the only time I’m wearing them are during my days off, but this year if it’s in fashion to wear fishnet stockings without underwear, I’ll probably even wear them while on tour. If you happen to catch a glimpse while I’m dancing, I would like you to write me with your thoughts.