[Drabble] Again (NaKame, G)
Title: Again
Pairing: NaKame (kind of...)
Author: naricina
Genre: fail!fluff, attempt!comedy
Beta: black_rose45000 Thank you, dear for betatesting again ^^, thanks to my panda_eyes group xD you know who you are, and to my dear friends in twitter, plurk and tumblr.
Rating: G/PG
Notes: This is based on Maru’s POV, you can have a look ->here<- for Kame’s POV. This was born after sharing my first drabble NaKame, some friends encouraged me to write Maru’s POV so… here we go. I hope you like this alternative Maru XDDD, maybe he’s a bit out of his usual portraits @.@.
Disclaimer: is a wild animal which can be dominated so easily XD. Feathery boas are Johnny’s but MARUconda Kame’s boa doesn’t have owner (yet)
Summary: the reasons why Yuichi is uneasy when he is near Kame.
Warning: I'm Spanish so English isn't my mother tongue, please, excuse any mistakes you could find there although I'll appreciate if you correct my mistakes in a pm or in a comment
Again.
My stomach growls on the way to the studio. Those nauseas always appear when I know someone is going to scold me. I knew I wouldn’t arrive on time if I slept 15 more minutes, but I couldn’t help it. I stayed in bed until manager-san stole my covers and pulled the curtains.
Maybe Johnny-san is there and he is going to fire me this time. Maybe Ueda-kun is so pissed off he’ll punch me on my big nose. Koki is probably not going to talk to me in a month. Nahhh, Koki wouldn’t do that. My stomach growls once more. Kame is going to get mad. He’ll use that murderous look on me. My stomach makes a double-back-flip, “just like Taguchi does on stage”. I laugh at my own stupidity. Actually, yes, Kame.is.going.to.kill.me. Vomiting in my manager’s car isn’t part of my schedule, so I won’t do it.
When I open the door I bow deeply without looking at anyone’s face. I’m sorry, I really feel guilty, they have been waiting for me for about 10 minutes or more. I can feel my cheeks going red and my ears will be the same colour in a few seconds.
Everyone accepts my apology. I sigh. Kame smiles in the corner of his mouth. Oi! I could see that.
I like sharing photoshoots with the guys most of the time. Only Kazuya makes me uneasy. Not because of his clingy character, he has always been that way, I’m used to that. It’s because sometimes I can feel how those brown orbs look at me, hiding behind a magazine when I’m talking on the phone. I feel like a girl being stripped for a random old man. It’s weird. I won’t say this aloud but I like it when I catch him and he doesn’t hide, he just smiles. I’m uneasy because I’m not blind.
Your manager looks like me. To be exact, he is my replica. You chose him personally, you said once. He seemed the most reliable. Childishly, I felt content at that moment.
My stomach trembles when you touch my thigh during this photoshoot. You sneak a bit. I slip a bit. You wiggle. I sweat. You hum. I sigh. This was the last click, you straighten on your sit muttering “sorry”, everything seems so professional. But it’s NOT. It’s like when your hand is always there two seconds more than necessary. When the warm of it is gone, I feel the cold, but I’m, in certain way, relieved. It’s like a knot being undone.
Clearly Kazuya is not mad at me. I can breathe normally now. I wonder how Kazuya manages to look so great in every PV, no matter whether he’s skinny like an anorexic adolescent or he’s a healthy man in his twenties. I don’t know if I should hate him, envy him or fangirl him as the whole Jimusho does.
This kid-o has been always a clingy-touchy pulp. I need my own space, but he doesn’t understand that. This annoys me to the limit I want to slap him in front of the audience. Although I admit, I don’t like it when he’s all clingy to Koki either. Because Koki responses to him and he shouldn’t.
Of course it isn’t jealousy. It’s because one clingy monkey in the group is enough. I don’t want a bunch of fujoshis screaming KoKame! during concerts. That sucks. NaKame is better anyway. I’m better than Koki doing fanservice. I’m confident about that because I’m natural, I am “myself” around Kazuya. Tanaka treats Kame like a girl. Kazuya hates that. He told me so when I convinced him to roleplay Kazuko in Shounen Club last time. I think I’ll make him roleplay that again. Only to annoy him. It’s funny to annoy Kazuya, I’ll never do it in public but it’s ok if I do it in front of our managers.
Black. Ueda-kun moves his hand in front of me twice until I realize I was daydreaming. Junno pats my back and offers me a bottle of water. I have a sip, while back to the stage.
On the way to my spot, Kazuya approaches me. He winks. I ignore him and act as if I haven’t seen it. He winks again. I offer my middle finger, all manly and proud. He turns around, placing his back on my back and then he whispers under his breath: “yeah, nice finger”. I can’t see it but I’m sure there is a dirty smirk all over his face. I tense. “Now, try to move those hips of yours”, he says squishing my butt with one of his hidden hands between our backs.
I jump like a girl, not like that, like an idiot. Stop doing that. In public. We have a scene together during the Making. Kazuya likes improvising, I don’t know what we should say in front of the camera. I don’t like improvising. At all. Not with Kamenashi Kazuya.
Not with you. You’re paying attention to the camera, not to me. My blood boils because of that. Without warning you come closer and closer as if you’re demanding a kiss. I freeze. I’m ashamed of myself for a moment, because I ‘ve doubted. Why am I doubting about pushing you or NOT? If I`ve stayed still I wonder if you would have kissed me. For real. I feel a weird embarrassment again.
I smack your head when the camera stops filming because a man doesn’t allow another man to do that. And I’m a man. And I’m not gay. I shout at you: you’re an idiot. I could almost strangle you, only I don’t do it, because KAT-TUN doesn’t need to drop another letter on the way to our 5th anniversary.
I have to discuss this with you. THAT.IS.NOT.GOING.TO.APPEAR.IN.THE.DVD. Oi! Don’t laugh. You nod “It’s OK, don’t panic. Let them keep whatever they consider appropriate”. I hear your serious and convincing voice. You’re annoying, really. Kamenashi Kazuya, the idol again. This is your 3rd death in my mind this morning.
You take my hand and smile not so confidently. “Sorry Yuichi, I overdid it there, I know, I won’t do it again”. You look at me like a lost kid. I melt. Actually it’s OK. Everything is OK though. But only because it’s you.
I take my phone from my pocket, I dial a known number. I’ll go clubbing with Massu today, AGAIN
.
Pairing: NaKame (kind of...)
Author: naricina
Genre: fail!fluff, attempt!comedy
Beta: black_rose45000 Thank you, dear for betatesting again ^^, thanks to my panda_eyes group xD you know who you are, and to my dear friends in twitter, plurk and tumblr.
Rating: G/PG
Notes: This is based on Maru’s POV, you can have a look ->here<- for Kame’s POV. This was born after sharing my first drabble NaKame, some friends encouraged me to write Maru’s POV so… here we go. I hope you like this alternative Maru XDDD, maybe he’s a bit out of his usual portraits @.@.
Disclaimer: is a wild animal which can be dominated so easily XD. Feathery boas are Johnny’s but MARUconda Kame’s boa doesn’t have owner (yet)
Summary: the reasons why Yuichi is uneasy when he is near Kame.
Warning: I'm Spanish so English isn't my mother tongue, please, excuse any mistakes you could find there although I'll appreciate if you correct my mistakes in a pm or in a comment
Again.
My stomach growls on the way to the studio. Those nauseas always appear when I know someone is going to scold me. I knew I wouldn’t arrive on time if I slept 15 more minutes, but I couldn’t help it. I stayed in bed until manager-san stole my covers and pulled the curtains.
Maybe Johnny-san is there and he is going to fire me this time. Maybe Ueda-kun is so pissed off he’ll punch me on my big nose. Koki is probably not going to talk to me in a month. Nahhh, Koki wouldn’t do that. My stomach growls once more. Kame is going to get mad. He’ll use that murderous look on me. My stomach makes a double-back-flip, “just like Taguchi does on stage”. I laugh at my own stupidity. Actually, yes, Kame.is.going.to.kill.me. Vomiting in my manager’s car isn’t part of my schedule, so I won’t do it.
When I open the door I bow deeply without looking at anyone’s face. I’m sorry, I really feel guilty, they have been waiting for me for about 10 minutes or more. I can feel my cheeks going red and my ears will be the same colour in a few seconds.
Everyone accepts my apology. I sigh. Kame smiles in the corner of his mouth. Oi! I could see that.
I like sharing photoshoots with the guys most of the time. Only Kazuya makes me uneasy. Not because of his clingy character, he has always been that way, I’m used to that. It’s because sometimes I can feel how those brown orbs look at me, hiding behind a magazine when I’m talking on the phone. I feel like a girl being stripped for a random old man. It’s weird. I won’t say this aloud but I like it when I catch him and he doesn’t hide, he just smiles. I’m uneasy because I’m not blind.
Your manager looks like me. To be exact, he is my replica. You chose him personally, you said once. He seemed the most reliable. Childishly, I felt content at that moment.
My stomach trembles when you touch my thigh during this photoshoot. You sneak a bit. I slip a bit. You wiggle. I sweat. You hum. I sigh. This was the last click, you straighten on your sit muttering “sorry”, everything seems so professional. But it’s NOT. It’s like when your hand is always there two seconds more than necessary. When the warm of it is gone, I feel the cold, but I’m, in certain way, relieved. It’s like a knot being undone.
Clearly Kazuya is not mad at me. I can breathe normally now. I wonder how Kazuya manages to look so great in every PV, no matter whether he’s skinny like an anorexic adolescent or he’s a healthy man in his twenties. I don’t know if I should hate him, envy him or fangirl him as the whole Jimusho does.
This kid-o has been always a clingy-touchy pulp. I need my own space, but he doesn’t understand that. This annoys me to the limit I want to slap him in front of the audience. Although I admit, I don’t like it when he’s all clingy to Koki either. Because Koki responses to him and he shouldn’t.
Of course it isn’t jealousy. It’s because one clingy monkey in the group is enough. I don’t want a bunch of fujoshis screaming KoKame! during concerts. That sucks. NaKame is better anyway. I’m better than Koki doing fanservice. I’m confident about that because I’m natural, I am “myself” around Kazuya. Tanaka treats Kame like a girl. Kazuya hates that. He told me so when I convinced him to roleplay Kazuko in Shounen Club last time. I think I’ll make him roleplay that again. Only to annoy him. It’s funny to annoy Kazuya, I’ll never do it in public but it’s ok if I do it in front of our managers.
Black. Ueda-kun moves his hand in front of me twice until I realize I was daydreaming. Junno pats my back and offers me a bottle of water. I have a sip, while back to the stage.
On the way to my spot, Kazuya approaches me. He winks. I ignore him and act as if I haven’t seen it. He winks again. I offer my middle finger, all manly and proud. He turns around, placing his back on my back and then he whispers under his breath: “yeah, nice finger”. I can’t see it but I’m sure there is a dirty smirk all over his face. I tense. “Now, try to move those hips of yours”, he says squishing my butt with one of his hidden hands between our backs.
I jump like a girl, not like that, like an idiot. Stop doing that. In public. We have a scene together during the Making. Kazuya likes improvising, I don’t know what we should say in front of the camera. I don’t like improvising. At all. Not with Kamenashi Kazuya.
Not with you. You’re paying attention to the camera, not to me. My blood boils because of that. Without warning you come closer and closer as if you’re demanding a kiss. I freeze. I’m ashamed of myself for a moment, because I ‘ve doubted. Why am I doubting about pushing you or NOT? If I`ve stayed still I wonder if you would have kissed me. For real. I feel a weird embarrassment again.
I smack your head when the camera stops filming because a man doesn’t allow another man to do that. And I’m a man. And I’m not gay. I shout at you: you’re an idiot. I could almost strangle you, only I don’t do it, because KAT-TUN doesn’t need to drop another letter on the way to our 5th anniversary.
I have to discuss this with you. THAT.IS.NOT.GOING.TO.APPEAR.IN.THE.DVD. Oi! Don’t laugh. You nod “It’s OK, don’t panic. Let them keep whatever they consider appropriate”. I hear your serious and convincing voice. You’re annoying, really. Kamenashi Kazuya, the idol again. This is your 3rd death in my mind this morning.
You take my hand and smile not so confidently. “Sorry Yuichi, I overdid it there, I know, I won’t do it again”. You look at me like a lost kid. I melt. Actually it’s OK. Everything is OK though. But only because it’s you.
I take my phone from my pocket, I dial a known number. I’ll go clubbing with Massu today, AGAIN
.