When Kaibutsu Taro meets Yamada Taro Chapter 3 [End]
Title: When Kaibutsu Taro meets Yamada Taro
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Ohmiya (Taro x Taro), Sakumiya (Taro x Takuya - for the fun of it, after all, it is YTM)
Summary: When the reluctant King-to-be of Kaibutsu Land, Kaibutsu Taro, is sent to the human world to learn, he meets the smart but poor Yamada Taro. Can love like this exist?
Disclaimer: Don’t own Taro or Taro, just the weird, twisted and crazy plot.
Chapter 3: Love
Yamada had this strange feeling that someone was following him as he walked from his classroom to the library, a weird feeling that someone was watching him as he read his book, a bizarre feeling that someone was tracking his every single move…
Could it be a stalker? Can’t be, who in the world would want to stalk someone as plain as him. Kidnappers? They should be smart enough to know his family won’t be able to pay the ransom.
As Yamada thought about the possibilities, he became more and more unnerved. The corridors were empty, not a soul in sight. It just made the whole thing worse. Yamada really wanted to meet someone along these corridors, but nobody seemed to be in the mood to relieve him of his uncertainty.
Suddenly, Yamada heard faint footsteps behind him, stopping when Yamada did so, and continuing when Yamada carried on. Yamada knew best than to turn around. In horror movies, the phantom would always strike when the characters turned around.
It was just a few more corridors before he got back to his classroom where he knew there was at least somebody there. But, Yamada heard the footsteps getting louder, meaning whoever was following him was getting closer. Yamada could even feel the breathe of his stalker down his back.
Unable to take it anymore, Yamada decided to risk his life and spun around. The first thing he saw was something white and blue, and much bigger than him. Due to the turn, Yamada couldn’t stop himself, thus crashing face flat into the chest of whoｍever behind him.
“Mimura-kun?” asked Yamada, once he got a good look of who he crashed into.
Instead of returning the greeting, or apologize for scaring the shit out of Yamada, Mimura grabbed Yamada firmly by the shoulders and stared deeply into Yamada’s shocked eyes.
“It’s not working,” mumbled Mimura after a whole minute of staring at a blushing Yamada.
“Huh?” gasped Yamada, no clue what Mimura was talking about, but Mimura immediately released Yamada from his grasp and walked off, mumbling to himself.
Yamada stared at Mimura’s retreating back, question marks all over his face. Soon enough, Yamada managed to snap out of that daze and followed after Mimura to their classroom.
Once they got he got there, Yamada was Mimura resting his head on his hand, sulking. Not really wanting to figure out what’s up with Mimura, Yamada slowly made his way to his table, planning to just snatch his things off the table and make a dash for it before Mimura could do something funny again.
But Yamada had rejoiced too early when he reached his bag, for Tori-sensei, their class teacher entered the classroom with someone behind her.
“Settle down,” said Tori-sensei meekly, trying not to be intimidated by her rowdy class, and totally failing at it.
Yamada sighed and took his seat, wishing Mimura wouldn’t turn around.
“This is Kotani-san,” said Tori-sensei, gesturing to the lady beside her, “she’s an ex-student of our school and she hopes you would work with her for her upcoming movie,”
Loud squeaky squeals were heard as everybody started whispering to each other about starring in a movie and hopefully becoming famous. Well, except Mimura, who was still sulking and had not listened to a word Kotani-san said, and Yamada, who was praying Mimura wouldn’t turn to face him.
Kotani-san stepped up to the podium in front and announced, “My movie is actually a parody of the famous fairytale ‘beauty and the beast’…” she trailed off. Her mind seemed to have gone blank as she stared at the top right hand corner of the room. Aka, where Yamada sat.
In the blink of an eye, she dashed up to Yamada and formed a rectangle with the thumb and index finger of both hands, framing Yamada in it while closing an eye.
“Perfect,” she said, pleased.
“Huh?”
“You’ll be starring in my movie,” announced Kotani-san, analyzing Yamada from head to foot. Yamada scrunched up his face as he saw the way Kotani-san was looking at him. He wasn’t even interested in the movie anyway, besides, he had his part-time jobs so he won’t have any time to film any movie.
“I’m very busy,” explained Yamada, trying to make Kotani-san change her mind.
“100 000yen,” she said, leaning closer to Yamada and staring him down.
“Deal,” he heard himself say, while signing the contract presented to him. Kotani-san smiled in satisfaction once the contact was returned to her and safely tucked away in her bag.
“Good,” smiled Kotani-san, “all that’s left is to introduce you to the male lead and then we can get started,”
“Male lead?” gasped Yamada in shock.
Without explaining things clearly, Kotani-san grabbed Yamada by the hand and dragged him out of his seat and down the corridor.
“I found the perfect male lead down at this restaurant called ‘George Clooney’,” explained Kotani-san, as she dragged Yamada along, “his looks, his red and blue cap, his yellow shirt was just what I was looking for. I have to have him as male lead,”
“Eh?” cried Yamada, regretting signing the contact. Kotani-san’s description of the male lead sounded like…
“Kaibutsu-kun?!” Yamada wondered aloud once he realized who Kotani-san was referring to.
“You know him?”
Yamada nodded, although he knew Kotani-san can’t see him. A bashful smile crept onto Yamada’s face as he resisted less, if not increased his pace. Acting with Kaibutsu-kun in a movie sounded fun.
Or at least that was what he thought before Yamada knew he was playing the female lead. Female.
“I’m a guy!” protested Yamada, frowning at the high school girl uniform which was given to him, “Guy!” he repeated.
“I know,” Kotani-san replied before checking through the camera, making sure it was set correctly.
Yamada pouted, his face turning a horribly embarrassing shade of red. Having to cross-dress twice in a week was a total insult. Yamada started cursing under his breathe at the stupid, hateful author who wrote his fate, while walking off in the direction of the changing room to get into his costume.
Once done, Yamada would have chosen to stay hidden in the dressing room, but duty calls. He had memorized the script during the slacker period at ‘George Clooney’ the day before and was ready to regurgitate his lines in front of the camera, and get it over and done with.
Gingerly, Yamada got onto the set. The set was so realistic, exactly like the kind of 19th century houses he saw in books. It was small, but not cramp. Plain, yet gorgeous. To summarize, it fits the house of Yamada’s character, the village’s most beautiful girl, Ninomiya, or Nino for short, who lost her father at a young age, and was sent to replace her mother as a prisoner of the hideous beast by the name of Ohno, played by Kaibutsu-kun.
Yamada fiddled with the hem of the grey skirt he was in, and anxiously waited for filming to start. Kotani-san wanted to film the scene where Nino set off for the beast’s castle, so into position Yamada went. Standing by the door frame, Yamada heard the cry of ‘action’ and began acting out his part. He opened the door, gave the set a depressed by determined look, before ‘exiting’ through the fake door.
“Cut!” yelled Kotani-san, extremely pleased that they did that shot in just one take. She looked towards Yamada, who was doing touch up with the make-up crew, a mixture of happiness and surprise in her glittering eyes. That boy was a natural, it was like he was born for the camera. The amount of emotion he put into characterizing his character, the way he shows the character’s the thoughts and feelings through his eyes, this boy could, no, will be the world’s number one actor!
The set was switched to the lobby of the beast’s mansion. As Yamada was already there, he was ready on set by the time Kaibutsu-kun came in from the dressing room. Yamada could barely suppress a smirk when he saw Kaibutsu-kun in a grand outfit with an equally majestic cape to match. There were all sorts of odd fur stuck onto Kaibutsu-kun’s face, making him look monsterish, a stark contrast from Kaibutsu-kun’s usual cute and chubby self.
Everything else around him seemed to have stopped. Nobody moved except for Kaibutsu-kun, everything was deathly quite, which could explain why Yamada could hear his heart thumping like there’s no tomorrow inside his chest. Kaibutsu-kun’s costume made him look so good. It was so good that Kaibutsu-kun looked exactly like a monster prince.
“You look nice,” complimented Kaibutsu-kun, once he reached the set and was beside Yamada. Time resumed it’s normal pace, and someone turned the volume back up, which Yamada was thankful for as it sort of drowned out his heartbeats, so hopefully Kaibutsu-kun won’t hear it.
“Get into your positions!” somebody instructed, causing the two to separate and went to their respective places, Yamada in front of the ostentatious double doors, and Kaibutsu-kun at the top of a magnificent flight of stairs.
Then, ‘action’ came, and Kaibutsu-kun read out his lines exactly the way Dracula taught him to the other night, “So, you’re here to replace that women who stole my DS,” sneered Kaibutsu-kun at ‘Nino’, walking down the flight of stairs with grace that could beat a ballerina’s.
Yamada looked up at ‘Ohno’, fright in his eyes and his small frame shivering in fear, mumbling a soft ‘yes’, which he was pretty sure Kaibutsu-kun couldn’t hear.
“Cut!” yelled Kotani-san, pleased with her actors’ efforts once again, “we’re now going to do the scene where Nino returns and finds Ohno dead on the floor,”
The actors and staff nodded, before hurrying off to prepare for the next scene. Kaibutsu-kun quickly walked towards Yamada, wanting to say a few words to the latter, “Yamada…” started Kaibutsu-kun, but before Yamada could register that he was being called, he was whisked away by the make-up crew, followed by some other staff, leaving Kaibutsu-kun no chance to tell Yamada what he wanted to say.
In wasn’t long later when they were in their positions for the next scene, Kaibutsu-kun was ‘dead’ on the floor, while Yamada was behind the doors. When cued, Yamda pushed the door open, and following the script, he gasped at the sight of ‘Ohno’ lying motionlessly on the floor, before hurrying over to examine what was wrong with the beast.
Yamada tenderly placed the lifeless ‘Ohno’s’ head on his lap and wept as he was told to do so. Then, the moment of truth came. It was the line that Yamada had no idea how to say it no matter how many times he practiced, but one way or another, Yamada had to say it, so here goes nothing, “Oh-chan…I like you a lot,” said Yamada.
“CUT!” thundered Kotani-san, “Yamada-kun! More emotion please! Take 2!”
Yamada sighed. He whispered a word of apology to Kaibutsu-kun for screwing up before returning to his starting position by the door.
“Action!”
Going through the same movements again, Yamada was back to where he was a while ago: kneeling in the ‘lobby’ with ‘Ohno’s’ head in his lap. Everything else was done perfectly, the only thing left was that line, “Oh-chan…” said Yamada, trying his best to put some emotion into his line, “I like you a lot!”
“Cut!” boomed Kotani-san through the hailer, “Yamada-kun! What did I say about putting in more emotion?!”
Yamada bowed low to the staff and fellow cast, promising he’ll get it right in the next take.
But, sadly, 21 takes later, and still the same results.
“Everybody, take 5!” instructed Kotani-san, hand too heavy and head in too much pain after slapping her forehead in frustration for the 23rd time.
Dejected, Yamada ambled towards Mimura-kun who was watching everything.
“Why can’t I get it right?” asked Yamada, nodding his thanks to Mimura who handed him a bottle of water. While Yamada was pouring the bottle’s content down his throat, Mimura place a finger on his chin, deep in thought. Or at least tried to look like he was deep in thought.
“Maybe it’s because you don’t really like Kaibutsu-kun, so that’s why you can’t say that line right,” explained Mimura, hoping Yamada would get what he was trying to hit at.
“…I don’t like Kaibutsu-kun…” pondered Yamada, in genuine deep thought, “…so that just proved I don’t really like Kaibutsu-kun…” he concluded, pouting as he did so.
Mimura grinned.
“How about trying this?” said Mimura, grabbing Yamada’s shoulders tightly. Taking a dramatic breath, Mimura said, his voice coated with the passion he had being holding in for so long, “Yamada-kun, I don’t care that we’re from two different worlds, but all I know is, I love you,”
When Yamada grinned back at him, Mimura was in seventh heaven, but only for that split second after he finished his line and before Yamada replied with a ‘Mimura-kun, you’re good. If I hasn’t know, I thought you were serious’.
“Thanks, Mimura-kun!” smiled Yamada, giving Mimura a brief hug before walking back onto set, telling Kotani-san that he will get it right this time.
As usual, Yamada did the first part of the scene beautifully. When it got to the part where Yamada had to say that line, everybody was on the edge of the seats.
“Oh-chan…” began Yamada, pretending to cry while stroking Kaibutsu-kun’s head through his cap, “I don’t care that we’re from two different worlds, but all I know it, I love you,”
“CUT!” cried Kotani-san, on the verge of crying at such a beautiful scene. Yamada’s edited line was even better than the original. The studio burst into a round of applause, some were even tearing.
“Okay! Bring in the handsome prince!” said Kotani-san, done being touched by that scene and ready to move on to the next one.
Just then, the assistant director came running up to the director’s chair, “Kotani-san,” she began, “Yamashita Tomohisa, who was supposed to play the handsome prince, can’t make it! His filming for ‘Code Blue 2’ was delayed!”
Kotani-san frowned at the sudden glitch, “we’ll just have to make do then,” she sighed, “You!” she cried, pointing to a shocked Mimura, “You’re playing the handsome prince!”
Whether if it was for the best or the worst, that was how Mimura found himself in the position Kaibutsu-kun was in: on the floor and his head on ‘Nino’s’ lap.
“Action!”
Mimura’s eyes fluttered open as he pretended to adjust to the light, “Nino…” he whispered, putting a long pause between the ‘Nino’ and the rest of the sentence so that it sounded like it was two different sentences, “I love you too…”
Kotani-san was now tearing, so touched by the stunning scene that just happened in front of her eyes, but before she could yell ‘cut’, something came flying through the studios, scaring the shit out of all the crew, sending them running out of the studio in fear for their lives.
Yamada, Kaibutsu-kun and Mimura, who unfortunately were too close to the random flying object were unable to flee. Then, something with ghostly white skin, long demonic ears and slivery hair jumped out in front of the three, “one-sided love…” growled the thing, smirking at the three of them, “one of the best human flaws…”
“Demonkin?!” yelped Kaibutsu-kun, half-shocked and half-surprised that the leader of the demon tribe have been resurrected so quickly.
Yamada and Mimura quickly scrambled up from the floor and went to hide behind Kaibutsu-kun who seems to know who the unidentified freaky object was.
Kaibutsu-kun half turned around and whispered to the two behind him, “Get out of here, it’s not safe,”
Mimura nodded and started dragging Yamada out of the studios, but Yamada had his feet planted firmly into the ground, “What about you?” asked Yamada.
“I’ll be fine,” Kaibutsu-kun replied, “Now go!”
Reluctantly, Yamada let Mimura pull him towards the exit. However, all those talking between the three gave Demokin enough time to call his fellow demons. Hence, Yamada and Mimura were no where near the exit when they were cornered off.
“Let them go Demonkin,” growled Kaibutsu-kun, “they have nothing to do with this!”
Demonkin looked at the two humans, the shorter one was clinging onto the taller one’s shoulders looking terribly frightened. They were humans after all, the universe’s most pathetic creatures who can’t even do basic magic, why should he take interest in them such beings.
Just as Demonkin was going to order his people to get rid of the humans, so that he and Kaibutsu-kun can have a ‘Kaibutsu vs Demons’ rematch, Demonkin felt a strong wave of powerful energy coming from the shorter human. That energy, it felt so potent and familiar, it was just like the one a thousand years ago, the one the Kaibutsu King used on him. If it was powerful enough to nearly destroy him, then it was powerful enough to wipe out the Kaibutsus.
Wanting that power for himself, Demonkin leapt towards Yamada. In the blink of an eye, Demonkin pulled Yamada apart from Mimura and threw the unwanted human away.
“Mimura-kun!” cried Yamada, reaching out for his friend, but was held back by the demonic looking thing, “Let go of me!” yelled Yamada, extremely tensed being held captive.
But there was no way Demonkin was going to let the most powerful magic slip pass him. He was curious as to why a human would posses the strongest magic ever, but it’s not like it really mattered, for the human won’t have it for much longer. Raising his free hand in the air, Demonkin got ready to kill off the human, the easiest way to obtain another being’s powers.
“Stop!” shouted Kaibutsu-kun who was no match against Demonkin without his psychokinesis. But seeing Yamada about to get killed by his arch enemy, Kaibutsu-kun didn’t care if he himself was going to get killed, and dashed towards Yamada, knocking him out of the way of Demonkin’s lightning bolt.
“Yamada! Are you okay?” asked Kaibutsu-kun. Yamada could barely manage a nod. Then Kaibutsu-kun’s ears started twitching in a way that was so familiar to him. His psychokinesis was back!
Wasting no time, Kaibutsu-kun got to his feet. Unleashing a spiral of fire from his mouth, Kaibutsu-kun mentally smacked himself for revealing his identity. Where was Dracula, Wolf Man and Franken, they were supposed to remind him that he can’t expose who he really was or he won’t be able to go back to Kaibutsu Land!
His attention somewhere else, Kaibutsu-kun’s attack didn’t do much damage to Demonkin. In fact, Demonkin just brushed it aside as thought his fire was some annoying fly.
“Is that the best you can do?” sneered Demonkin, feeling that Kaibutsu-kun had insulted his fighting skills.
Actually, that was the best Kaibutsu-kun could do. With his psychokinesis taken away when he arrived in the human world and only getting it back at the most random of times, Kaibutsu-kun was at seriously defenseless. Just then, Kaibutsu-kun felt something clutching his shoulders, and his psychokinesis started getting stronger and stronger.
“Yamada?” breathe Kaibutsu-kun, a blindingly bright white light started engulfing the two.
“What’s going on?” asked Yamada, the white lights not really scaring him as plenty of weird things had already happened and Yamada was more or less used to it.
Kaibutsu-kun’s ear started twitching at the speed of light as overwhelming energy engulfed his body. He had never ever felt this powerful before, not even when he was back home.
Must have something to do with Yamada.
Like the last time, Kaibutsu-kun unleashed another blast of fire. But this time, it was much stronger. Demonkin was knocked off his feet and a part of his sliver hair turned charcoal black.
“You…!” growled Demonkin, getting back up.
“Taro!” yelled a voice.
Both Taros turned to face the person who called him/them…maybe person isn’t the right word. The thing that called him had three separate clumps of yellow hair, elfish ears, whiskers and was wearing a ridiculous coat. Who knew the power of make-up could make you look exactly like a real monster.
“Oh! Papa!” Kaibutsu-kun yelled back.
Papa?! He is Kaibutsu-kun’s father. He didn’t know Kaibutsu-kun’s father was an actor! Then again he didn’t know much about Kaibutsu-kun, like where he came from, or how he did made that fire appear out of nowhere.
“So that’s were the three of you went!” said Kaibutsu-kun pointing at Dracula, Wolf Man and Franken, who were standing behind the Kaibutsu King.
Dracula walked up to the two Taros, swiped his hat off his head and bowed low, “Sorry, young master, but when the Demons resurrected Demonkin, we had to inform the king. Fortunately, we have able to recruit as many Kaibutsus as we could,”
Yamada couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Demons? Kaibutsus? What on earth were they talking about? Suddenly feeling as though he didn’t knew Kaibutsu-kun any more, Yamada slowly pulled away from Kaibutsu-kun, still looking at the former with doubtful eyes as he shuffled his way to Mimura who was standing glued to the wall, also too shocked to speak.
“Enough talk!” roared Demonkin, leaping towards Yamada.
Seeing that Demonkin was going to attempt taking Yamada’s life again, Kaibutsu-kun tried running forward to defend his friend, but somehow, his psychokinesis disappeared and Kaibutsu-kun was exactly at the same spot as he was before. Luckily, the Kaibutsu King had fast enough reflexes, and had his psychokinesis too, thus, he appeared infront of Yamada and Mimura in the blink of an eye and thwarted Demonkin away from the two humans.
“I believe you have the ‘Maouseki’,” said the Kaibutsu King nicely to Yamada, holding up an open palm towards Yamada, indicating that he wanted it back.
“Maouseki?” responded Yamada, no idea what he was talking about.
The Kaibutsu King flinched, “you know, a small white stone,” he prompted, hoping it would jog Yamada’s memory.
Yamada’s eyes lit up as he remembered, the small white stone which he picked up after Kaibutsu-kun threw it against the wall. Digging deeply into the pockets of his embarrassing costume, Yamada produced the ‘Maouseki’, wondering why he kept it with him every minute of the day.
The Kaibutsu King nodded his thanks before turning around to face Kaibutsu-kun. He raised the small object in the air, muttered something that Yamada couldn’t hear, and a beam of white light, exactly like the one before, came out of it, surrounding Kaibutsu-kun.
“What the…” Yamada heard Mimura mutter under his breathe. It looks like he wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what was going on. How did Kaibutsu-kun ‘breathe fire’? How did the demon looking thing create lightning bolts from his hand? How did the small stone produce such strong light?
There was only one explanation for all of this.
“…they aren’t human…” said Mimura, more of a statement than a question.
Everything after than flew by in a blur. The next thing he knew, Kaibutsu-kun and his father started battling it out with the Demon, both sides shooting balls of fire to the other side at lighting speed. Behind them, Dracula, Wolf Man, Franken and a whole bunch of freaky looking ‘people’ were fighting against demonish looking things.
Yamada seriously felt he knees where going to give way anytime. He clung on to Mimura, who had both his arms wrapped around Yamada, trying to protect him.
Seconds later, a cry of victory emerged from all the commotion. The owner of the cry: Kaibutsu-kun. The freaky looking ‘people’, who Yamada guessed was on Kaibutsu-kun’s side cheered, punching their fists in the air.
Through gaps in the crowd, Yamada saw Kaibutsu-kun doing a little victory dance, and a smile crept onto his face. But that was until he realized what he was doing and immediately frowned again.
Kaibutsu-kun spotted the two by the wall and rushed over, his psychokinesis bringing him in front of them in the blink of an eye. When Kaibutsu-kun appeared in front of them, Yamada shrunk back further into Mimura’s embrace, non-verbally telling Kaibutsu-kun not to come any closer.
“Taro!” called Kaibutsu-kun’s father from the other end of the studio, “Let’s go,” he said, gesturing towards a large vortex looking portal which Kaibutsu-kun’s people were walking into, probably going back to wherever they came from.
“Go back first,” replied Kaibutsu-kun, “I have some things to settle,”
The Kaibutsu King nodded in understanding, and followed after the last of his people through the portal.
Kaibutsu-kun turned back to Yamada and Mimura, “Can you let me explain?”
Unknowingly, Yamada nodded, his cheeks ruffling against the front of Mimura’s shirt.