Message Sent
Hiii♥~! I'm posting once again! This time, a short fic inspired by a prompt from yatsuiko_chan featuring a pairing that we concocted... MomoTaro!!! To those that don't know Momo, her real name is Tsugunaga Momoko. She's a talent under Hello!Project and is part of the groups Berryz Koubou and Buono! She's an extremely cute creature, haha :3
Title: Message Sent
Pairing: MomoTaro (Tsugunaga Momoko x Morimoto Ryutaro)
Notes: The prompt was 'mailing each other' and the plot wrote itself in my mind for about one minute... it was just a harder process making it into a proper story... And my laptop decided to die on me when I was about to finish it, so I had to do it all over again (oh Notepad, why don't you have an Autosave feature or something >.<) Fic is dedicated to the person who made me write this and who scares me to post so my beloved journal won't be dead xD
Summary: It's amazing what technology can do these days...
Hi.
Hello.
Hajimemashite, Morimoto Ryutaro desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu!
Hajimemashite, Tsugunaga Momoko desu. Kochira koso... yoroshiku ne? :)
Awkward beginnings. That one drama they had to work on together. It was his first time working with her. It was her first time working with him. They will be acting together most of the time, so introductions were made. He gave her a drink, she accepted with a gracious smile. The atmosphere grew from tense to familiar, scared to relaxed and homely. They exchanged mail addresses to discuss their roles, and to help in knowing each other better. It was best if they acted naturally in front of the camera, right?
Want some ice cream?
Sure! If you'll treat me~
Eh? But you're older... Shouldn't you be treating me instead?
Let me make this clear: Between the two of us, there is no sempai and kohai, understand?
Hai, wakarimashita...
Ja, I like chocolate. Arigato~!
...EH?! Chotto! Mou, fine...
Their plan of 'role discussion' soon turned to casual conversation. Playful banter was constantly passed back and forth between the two of them, every retort and sarcastic remark bringing them one step closer towards their true selves, towards the real people that they are minus all the glitz and glamor. The staff at their drama would often smile to themselves when they see those two, playing around like they knew each other since the beginning of time when only a few days ago they barely knew each other by face. The two of them would often sit far apart in the set with their cellphones, looking like they never spoke but talking through barriers with the help of modern technology.
Otsukaresama deshita!
Arigato! Same to you :)
Anou... can we still talk after this...?
Mochiron! We're friends right? :)
Their drama ended with a huge success and calls for a second season. At the last day of filming all the actors were given bouquets of flowers, a gift from the staff as a token of gratitude and appreciation. She cried upon receiving hers, choking up and being unable to finish her speech. Suddenly he appeared beside her with his own bouquet in his arms and patted her shoulder, giving her the strength to continue. Bowing deeply, she tried to convey through a few words her thanks, looking sidewards at the younger boy towering over her. Taking a deep breath, she smiled with fresh tears still on her eyes and ended her speech with a light yet heavy feeling in her heart. She looked at the people who had taken care of her and the person who had grown to be her best friend in those three months... and the flower that he had taken from the bouquet in his arms that he was holding out to her. He had a small smile on his face as she gratefully accepted the flower, ignoring that faint little tug at his heartstrings when he realized that this may be the last time that they would ever meet. Little did he know that she was worrying about the exact same thing. Tentatively, he asked whether they continue whatever they had formed after the drama. Upon receiving her cheerful assent, he let out a breath that he didn't knew he held. What a relief.
Woah. It's like, one in the morning. Aren't you sleepy?
...Not really. I guess talking to you is the one thing that I can do for hours without tiring myself.
You need to sleep. You have a show tomorrow right? You'll really never grow taller if you keep doing this.
Shut up. Don't forget I'm still older than you.
Whatever. I'm still taller.
Crybaby.
Shortie.
Late night conversations. They have discussed possibly every mundane topic under the sun, and yet they still can't stop; it's as if they never run out of things to talk about. Together they learned things about the entertainment world that they were ... and each other. He learned how to assess her mood swings, she learned that he was not just some little boy that she could take for granted. He's there when she feels pressured and needs someone to talk to; she's there when he's down and needs someone to cheer him up and make him smile.
I watched your performance, good job!
...
Eh?
...
What is it?
...
Eh? What, you're still angry?
...
o>.
I'm sorry...
o>.
I said I'm sorry!
...
Fine! I'll treat you ice cream!
Hontou?! Yatta~! Oh, and you're already forgiven Y=^.^=Y
Eh?! Mou~
You promised~
Fine.
They fight. A lot of times. Petty arguments, silly quarrels, shouting matches, silent treatment and the cold shoulder. But then a cellphone would light up, alerting the owner about incoming mail. Efforts in acting tough would go to waste as the person on the other end refuses to be ignored, insists on being heard out. He apologizes with his childlike innocence and sincerity, and she would normally respond with her childlike stubborness and vivacity. He never wants to see her angry or sad. She can never stay angry or sad for long whenever he's around, always there like her own personal knight in shining armor. She forgives him sooner or later and he feels like a heavy weight was taken off his chest.
...You seemed out of it today, is everything all right?
...
What's wrong?
...
Eh? What is it?
...............
Hey, you're scaring me... what's wrong?
ToT
Hey, you're crying?! What is it? Where are you right now?
...Park... Bench...
Stay right there. Don't move until I get there, okay?
He rushed out of his house, ignoring the curious questions of his siblings or the fact that it was as scary as a horror movie outside. He ran as fast as he could to the nearby park, searching frantically for her... until she found her. She was sitting by herself, rubbing her arms in an effort to stay warmer. He draped his jacket over her shoulders and she looked at him with teary eyes... and then promptly burst into tears. He quickly sat down and tried to console her; she succeeded in making his shirt sopping wet as she cried to his shirt. No questions were asked. She just kept on crying. He just kept on comforting her. Why she even called him in the first place she didn't even know; why it was him she called he didn't even consider. What matters now is that she needs him, and he was there for her when she needed him.
...Still awake?
...Hai... anou, thanks for... earlier...
Don't mention it... just... cheer up ne? I hate seeing you cry...
Hai, gomen nasai...
You don't have to apologize... just smile, ne? For me?
Hai... oyasumi nasai. Hontou ni arigato gozaimasu...
Oyasumi... do itashimashite...
He stares at his phone, an unsent message on the screen.
Aishiteruyo...
He sighs and deletes the whole thing, closing his phone and burying his face into his pillow. This was insane. He's hoping for too much...
She stares at her phone, waiting for it to light up and for his name to flash across her screen. She looks at the screen, an unfinished mail still on display.
Aishiteruyo...
She blushes, hurriedly hiding her phone under her pillow and hugging the nearest stuffed toy. This was crazy. She's waiting for an impossible thing to happen...
A ringing sound. A phone. A call from their manager. Their drama will be having a second season. A rush of emotions filled their hearts. They were going to meet again...
He needs to tell her.
She needs to tell him.
Anou...
Anou...
Uh, hai?
No it's okay, you go first...
Uhm... can I ask... for...
Nani?
...Can I ask for your number? We've been talking through mail all this time, I keep forgetting to ask...
...Hai.
Yappari, he can't tell her yet.
Yappari, she still can't tell him yet.
And yet, an unconcious smile graced both of their faces at the same time. Confessions? Maybe someday...
This may well be the start...
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Up next: KamiShi? :3 Matte ne~? :3
I need proper icons~ I fail big time~ and I need proper Yabu icons argh~ I have more Yamada icons than my two HSJ bias >.< I need Photoshop skills~
Title: Message Sent
Pairing: MomoTaro (Tsugunaga Momoko x Morimoto Ryutaro)
Notes: The prompt was 'mailing each other' and the plot wrote itself in my mind for about one minute... it was just a harder process making it into a proper story... And my laptop decided to die on me when I was about to finish it, so I had to do it all over again (oh Notepad, why don't you have an Autosave feature or something >.<) Fic is dedicated to the person who made me write this and who scares me to post so my beloved journal won't be dead xD
Summary: It's amazing what technology can do these days...
Hi.
Hello.
Hajimemashite, Morimoto Ryutaro desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu!
Hajimemashite, Tsugunaga Momoko desu. Kochira koso... yoroshiku ne? :)
Awkward beginnings. That one drama they had to work on together. It was his first time working with her. It was her first time working with him. They will be acting together most of the time, so introductions were made. He gave her a drink, she accepted with a gracious smile. The atmosphere grew from tense to familiar, scared to relaxed and homely. They exchanged mail addresses to discuss their roles, and to help in knowing each other better. It was best if they acted naturally in front of the camera, right?
Want some ice cream?
Sure! If you'll treat me~
Eh? But you're older... Shouldn't you be treating me instead?
Let me make this clear: Between the two of us, there is no sempai and kohai, understand?
Hai, wakarimashita...
Ja, I like chocolate. Arigato~!
...EH?! Chotto! Mou, fine...
Their plan of 'role discussion' soon turned to casual conversation. Playful banter was constantly passed back and forth between the two of them, every retort and sarcastic remark bringing them one step closer towards their true selves, towards the real people that they are minus all the glitz and glamor. The staff at their drama would often smile to themselves when they see those two, playing around like they knew each other since the beginning of time when only a few days ago they barely knew each other by face. The two of them would often sit far apart in the set with their cellphones, looking like they never spoke but talking through barriers with the help of modern technology.
Otsukaresama deshita!
Arigato! Same to you :)
Anou... can we still talk after this...?
Mochiron! We're friends right? :)
Their drama ended with a huge success and calls for a second season. At the last day of filming all the actors were given bouquets of flowers, a gift from the staff as a token of gratitude and appreciation. She cried upon receiving hers, choking up and being unable to finish her speech. Suddenly he appeared beside her with his own bouquet in his arms and patted her shoulder, giving her the strength to continue. Bowing deeply, she tried to convey through a few words her thanks, looking sidewards at the younger boy towering over her. Taking a deep breath, she smiled with fresh tears still on her eyes and ended her speech with a light yet heavy feeling in her heart. She looked at the people who had taken care of her and the person who had grown to be her best friend in those three months... and the flower that he had taken from the bouquet in his arms that he was holding out to her. He had a small smile on his face as she gratefully accepted the flower, ignoring that faint little tug at his heartstrings when he realized that this may be the last time that they would ever meet. Little did he know that she was worrying about the exact same thing. Tentatively, he asked whether they continue whatever they had formed after the drama. Upon receiving her cheerful assent, he let out a breath that he didn't knew he held. What a relief.
Woah. It's like, one in the morning. Aren't you sleepy?
...Not really. I guess talking to you is the one thing that I can do for hours without tiring myself.
You need to sleep. You have a show tomorrow right? You'll really never grow taller if you keep doing this.
Shut up. Don't forget I'm still older than you.
Whatever. I'm still taller.
Crybaby.
Shortie.
Late night conversations. They have discussed possibly every mundane topic under the sun, and yet they still can't stop; it's as if they never run out of things to talk about. Together they learned things about the entertainment world that they were ... and each other. He learned how to assess her mood swings, she learned that he was not just some little boy that she could take for granted. He's there when she feels pressured and needs someone to talk to; she's there when he's down and needs someone to cheer him up and make him smile.
I watched your performance, good job!
...
Eh?
...
What is it?
...
Eh? What, you're still angry?
...
o>.
I'm sorry...
o>.
I said I'm sorry!
...
Fine! I'll treat you ice cream!
Hontou?! Yatta~! Oh, and you're already forgiven Y=^.^=Y
Eh?! Mou~
You promised~
Fine.
They fight. A lot of times. Petty arguments, silly quarrels, shouting matches, silent treatment and the cold shoulder. But then a cellphone would light up, alerting the owner about incoming mail. Efforts in acting tough would go to waste as the person on the other end refuses to be ignored, insists on being heard out. He apologizes with his childlike innocence and sincerity, and she would normally respond with her childlike stubborness and vivacity. He never wants to see her angry or sad. She can never stay angry or sad for long whenever he's around, always there like her own personal knight in shining armor. She forgives him sooner or later and he feels like a heavy weight was taken off his chest.
...You seemed out of it today, is everything all right?
...
What's wrong?
...
Eh? What is it?
...............
Hey, you're scaring me... what's wrong?
ToT
Hey, you're crying?! What is it? Where are you right now?
...Park... Bench...
Stay right there. Don't move until I get there, okay?
He rushed out of his house, ignoring the curious questions of his siblings or the fact that it was as scary as a horror movie outside. He ran as fast as he could to the nearby park, searching frantically for her... until she found her. She was sitting by herself, rubbing her arms in an effort to stay warmer. He draped his jacket over her shoulders and she looked at him with teary eyes... and then promptly burst into tears. He quickly sat down and tried to console her; she succeeded in making his shirt sopping wet as she cried to his shirt. No questions were asked. She just kept on crying. He just kept on comforting her. Why she even called him in the first place she didn't even know; why it was him she called he didn't even consider. What matters now is that she needs him, and he was there for her when she needed him.
...Still awake?
...Hai... anou, thanks for... earlier...
Don't mention it... just... cheer up ne? I hate seeing you cry...
Hai, gomen nasai...
You don't have to apologize... just smile, ne? For me?
Hai... oyasumi nasai. Hontou ni arigato gozaimasu...
Oyasumi... do itashimashite...
He stares at his phone, an unsent message on the screen.
Aishiteruyo...
He sighs and deletes the whole thing, closing his phone and burying his face into his pillow. This was insane. He's hoping for too much...
She stares at her phone, waiting for it to light up and for his name to flash across her screen. She looks at the screen, an unfinished mail still on display.
Aishiteruyo...
She blushes, hurriedly hiding her phone under her pillow and hugging the nearest stuffed toy. This was crazy. She's waiting for an impossible thing to happen...
A ringing sound. A phone. A call from their manager. Their drama will be having a second season. A rush of emotions filled their hearts. They were going to meet again...
He needs to tell her.
She needs to tell him.
Anou...
Anou...
Uh, hai?
No it's okay, you go first...
Uhm... can I ask... for...
Nani?
...Can I ask for your number? We've been talking through mail all this time, I keep forgetting to ask...
...Hai.
Yappari, he can't tell her yet.
Yappari, she still can't tell him yet.
And yet, an unconcious smile graced both of their faces at the same time. Confessions? Maybe someday...
This may well be the start...
_________________________________________________________________________
Up next: KamiShi? :3 Matte ne~? :3
I need proper icons~ I fail big time~ and I need proper Yabu icons argh~ I have more Yamada icons than my two HSJ bias >.< I need Photoshop skills~