JE fic: Common Ground [PG]
Title: Common Ground
Author: momo (omoshiroina)
Rating: PG
Pairings: All incarnations of Jin/All incarnations of Kame, Akira/Shuuji :OO
Summary: Kazuya, Ryu, Shuuji and Yuya (yes, the last three being Kame's drama personas) as quadruplets. NO RLY. I'm sure a lot have thought about this at some point thanks a lot, chinese fic. A strange little story that I cooked up one night while high on caffeine.
"You have such lovely boys, Kamenashi-san," Mrs. Ito cooed, and she meant it. Four little darlings, two on either side of their mother, dressed in identical summer uniforms topped with a cute sailor cap. The boys were simply to die for. She leaned down to pinch each of their cheeks, which produced varying reactions. One blushed, one hid his face in his mother's skirt, one blew his cheeks obligingly and the last one scowled and slapped her hand away.
"Oh, oh," Mrs. Ito backed away in surprise, then laughed nervously. "I think this little one here may have a bit of an attitude problem, don't you think?"
"Ryu," Mrs. Kamenashi warned, grabbing the scowling one's wrist and gently hitting the inside. "We'll be having a talk later, young man. Now say sorry to Ito-san."
Ryu raised his head defiantly and said nothing.
Mrs. Kamenashi gave up after an awkward minute of staring pointedly at Ryu. She bowed thrice deeply. "I'm terribly sorry for his misbehaviour."
Mrs. Ito shook her head. "I'm sure he'll grow out of it, he's still little afterall. Besides, the three others make such well-behaved boys," she smiled, reaching for her shoulder reassuringly. "I'm sure their influence will eventually straighten him out."
---
Kazuya came home crying one night. He was holding their mother's right hand. In her left hand was an application form for Johnny's Entertainment.
When he entered the bedroom, his brothers were fast asleep. He wanted to throw the baseball bat in the corner. Instead, he bit his lip and gently dropped it to the floor. He didn't bother changing out of his baseball uniform. As silently as he could, he climbed to the top bunk of the double bed on the left side of the room.
Once settled, he angrily wiped at his tears and pulled the covers to his head.
No more than a few minutes passed when the covers were abruptly pulled back and a flashlight shone in his face.
"See, I told you two he was crying." It was Ryu, sitting cross-legged in front. Shuuji (he could tell it was him because his hair was tied up in a palm tree style like always) and Yuya were stationed at the stairs of the bed.
"Leave me alone," he mumbled, reaching for the covers and burying his face in his pillow.
Hands were reaching for him, scooping him up. "Hey, I said leave-" his voice became muffled against the fabric of someone's pajamas. In the dark he couldn't really tell who was who. No one was talking.
But then - "You can cry when you're with us."
Kazuya's hands fisted against the fabric. His whole body shook violently. A pair of hands reached for him and hugged him from behind. Another pair came from the side.
"Why me?" he would repeat, and in the dark no one would answer, but they all understood.
It was the next morning when their mother, while making their beds, discovered a rather large crack by the side of Kazuya's bed. "Kazuya would just have to share with one of you in the meantime," she said to them at breakfast. She expected atleast one to whine in protest. No one did.
---
"Where the hell is my favorite Gucci scarf?!"
Yuya winced, almost cutting off his own finger with the knife as Kazuya stormed angrily into the kitchen and slammed both hands in front.
"Yuya, did you take it?" Yuya was about to shake his head no when Kazuya suddenly whirled around and started pacing, muttering to himself. "No, you couldn't have taken that, you hate branded stuff since you shop at those disgustingly cheap thrift stores. Oh my god. Oh my god." Kazuya faced him again, bringing his face dangerously close to his as he leaned over the counter. "Yuya, between Shuuji and Ryu, who's been raiding my closet again?"
Yuya closed his eyes. He just wanted to finish cooking lunch; his brothers would be home soon. "Kazuya, I really wouldn't know. Maybe you can just see who has it when they both get home."
Kazuya's frown deepened. "Where are those two, anyway?"
"Ryu's with Yabuki-kun and his friends, they went to that karaoke bar. Shuuji is with Kotani-san over at Kusano-kun's apartment."
"Those two..." Kazuya let out a huge puff of air, frustrated. "They can't keep hijacking my stuff forever. The least they can do is tell me. Is that too much to ask? God!"
Yuya smiled brightly at him. "You can borrow my scarf instead."
Kazuya looked at him as he was speaking a foreign language. He waved a hand and mouthed "Hello".
Yuya sighed. "The Louis Vuitton scarf is in the dryer."
---
"I think," Shuuji said, opening the closet doors and tilting his head to the side, "that I may need to raid Kazuya's closet again." As if he wasn't already doing just that.
Ryu, leaning on the doorframe and idly examining his nails, snorted softly. "It's not as if Kusano doesn't like you enough already. Wasn't he the one who came here in the middle of the night singing like the complete moron he really is-"
"Must you really remind me of that incident?" said Shuuji, cheeks with a hint of red as he sat back on the lower half of the bunk bed.
Ryu shrugged. "Well, he is. And Yuya almost fell off the top bunk screaming his head off. Then you and Kazuya had to throw pillows to actually shut him up. Remember now?"
Shuuji, though embarrassed as hell, couldn't help but smile slightly at the memory. "Uhn. Then you went down-"
"You were still fixing your hair, you priss, and you're not even the idol here-"
"And punched him in the face."
At Shuuji's mildly accusing look, Ryu rolled his eyes. "He was annoying. It was two in the fucking morning."
"You didn't have to go that far."
"Oh, and I suppose you'd have just kissed him silly to shut him up?"
Shuuji threw one of Kazuya's heavy Burberry coats at Ryu, which the other expertly ducked. "I would have just put a hand over his mouth and told him to stop. That usually works, even for him."
"Whatever," Ryu replied, feigning disinterest. "You better pick that up." He gestured to the Burberry coat sprawled on the floor at his feet. "Kazuya's gonna blow his top when he comes back from Hokkaido and finds lint on his 80,000 yen coat."
---
Shuuji wanted those boots so bad. He had been standing outside the Harajuku shop for five minutes just staring at it, and it took all of his willpower to not throw his hands on the glass and press his forehead to it. What if his classmates saw him, afterall. He shuddered at the mere thought.
Kazuya, his brother who had a fashion sense fine-tuned from years in the idol business, never let him borrow his stuff (though that was usually because he didn't really ask. "I'm only a text message away!" Kazuya would put a hand on his hip on one of those rare days that he actually came home. "You honestly think I'm going to waste yen on texting you? Get real, we're brothers, these things are supposed to go unasked," he would reply, crossing his arms. A few minutes later, Kazuya would then accuse him of emptying his russet brown hair dye, he would tell him it was actually Ryu and it starts all over again.).
Ryu, whose taste was probably just as good as Kazuya's, ignored him whenever he sweetly asked to borrow cash. Yuya - was simply out of the question. His discounted shirts said everything. If he only had money to buy at thrift stores then he probably wouldn't have money to spare for anyone else.
He pursed his lips and clutched at his jacket (his own, mind you). He was determined to come back for it sometime.
He continued walking, when he passed by a record store. On the entrance was a huge poster of KAT-TUN, Kazuya's group.
He blinked at the sight for sometime, then grinned.
He knew those childhood pictures would come in handy someday.
---
"Are you sure it's okay?" Hayato's head whipped back and forth around the living room, his normal confident demeanor reduced to something akin to hesitation. Finding no one around nearby, he let out a sigh of relief.
Ryu chuckled, gripping his wrist. "Very much okay. Do you want something to eat?"
Hayato stepped forward. This time it was him who gripped Ryu's wrist, his smile a tad evil as he backed Ryu into the wall. "Sure," he murmured against Ryu's neck, "I want a Ryu with a side order of chocolate and whipped cream, please."
"OH MY GOD."
Hayato and Ryu quickly jumped apart. Hayato turned and saw one of Ryu's brothers - the one with stlyled brown hair curling like little noodles at the back. It took a moment to gather his thoughts and remember who this was again. He still had a hard time telling them apart even if he knew Ryu's family since middle school. Kazuya and Shuuji changed hairstyles like they changed underwear. "Uhm. Nice to see you again, Kazuya-kun," he greeted meekly.
Kazuya crouched a bit and put a hand to his chest. "You guys startled me. I thought you were coming home late," he said, looking at Ryu.
"Our plans changed," Ryu replied simply. "Why are you here?"
"Day off," Kazuya answered. "Nice to see you too, Yabuki-kun," he said, nodding to Hayato. Kazuya pinched the bridge of his nose and spun around to head back to wherever he had come from when something came up in his memory.
"Oh, Ryu," he said slowly, "do you know why Shuuji's table has all these pictures of us? Multiple copies of it?"
"School project?" Hayato suggested, and was elbowed by Ryu.
"Probably another one of his schemes," Ryu said.
"Schemes?" Kazuya blinked. "What - wait. Oh, don't tell me-"
Ryu nodded sagely. "It's probably what you're thinking."
Shuuji was devious. And business-minded. Kazuya groaned out loud. "I'm so going to shave all his hair off one of these days."
"You can do it later in front of his boyfriend."
"...What?"
Ryu leaned back. "I heard he's inviting Kusano for dinner tonight. Or rather, Kusano invited himself. So Hayato's also going to stay for dinner." At this Hayato began to protest, but was cut off by a swift kick in the knee.
Kazuya gaze drifted to Ryu, and then he stared strangely at Hayato. Hayato couldn't help but shift uncomfortably from where he was standing.
A patented idol smile broke across Kazuya's face. "Then I'll go and see if Jin can come tonight, too."
He turned away from them slowly, and Hayato's wandering eyes noticed Kazuya's toned behind from the rather skimpy shorts he was wearing. He whistled under his breath when Kazuya was out of earshot.
"What is it now?" Ryu seemed to catch on, as he shot Hayato a suspicious glance.
Hayato was undeterred. "Why can't you wear stuff like he does? You're as hot as he is, if not hotter."
Ryu's heated glare was enough to melt glaciers. Hayato squeaked in response - thankfully he had enough common sense to know when it was his cue to shut up.
---
"You make the best dumplings, Yuya! These are great, just like always!"
Yuya swept his bangs off his eyes and wiped his hands on the yellow apron tied around his waist. "Thanks for saying so, Akanishi-san."
"Yuya, tie your hair, what if strands get into the food? Haven't you ever thought of that?" Kazuya was looking at him, the hand he had on Jin's back almost territorial.
"I think Yuya-kun's hair is nice," Kusano Akira piped in through a mouthful of rice, miming Yuya's hair with loopy waves of his hand near his ears. "You're very pretty, very pretty," he sing-songed, though how that was possible with the food he stuffed his mouth with, no one could would really know.
Yuya's cheeks colored. Shuuji glared at Akira. "Are you hitting on my brother?"
Akira only seemed to find Shuuji's poisonous look cute, as he did his trademark hand motion and pressed two fingers to Shuuji's cheek. "Konkon!" he said, some of the rice escaping and sticking to Shuuji's cheek.
"Is this guy on drugs or something?" Hayato stage whispered to Ryu, none too subtly pointing to Akira, who was flailing about trying to wipe rice off Shuuji's cheek.
"Why do you say so?" Ryu replied, still calmly chewing on his share of dumplings. Later, he would gloat about him being right all along about Kusano to Shuuji. Hayato was an expert on signs of vice addiction.
Yuya gave them all a fond smile as he sat down beside Kazuya at the edge of the table. Jin lowered his head and grinned at him before standing up to reach for the soy sauce beside Hayato's plate.
"Let me get that for you, uhm, Akanishi-san," said Hayato, giving him the bottle.
"Oh, thanks, man!"
Jin and Hayato flashed eerily identical toothy smiles at each other.
"They're so cute," Yuya said softly to Kazuya. "I wonder sometimes if they're related."
"Well," Kazuya breathed as Jin spilled sauce on his shirt and Hayato shrieked after almost knocking down Ryu's glass. "You can see exactly what gene runs in both of them."
---
It was a lovely day for a walk. Ran-chan seemed to think so too as she whooped and barked happily around the park.
Yuya laughed, tugging on the dog's leash. "Ran-chan, let me rest for a while, okay?"
He stopped by a bench positioned across the part of the park occupied by frisbee players and children running about. On the bench was a man who looked awfully familiar. Yuya blinked, not quite believing his eyes.
"Akanishi-san," he called out, sitting down and peering at the man. "Don't you and and Kazuya have work today?"
The man, dressed peculiarly in a business suit, raised an eyebrow at him. "Akanishi?"
Yuya's eyes widened. "I'm very sorry!" he stuttered, rising up and bowing deeply.
To his surprise, the man just chuckled and gestured for him to sit down beside him. "It's okay, I get mistaken for Akanishi the Johnny's idol all the time," he said, looking up at the sky with mirth. "All the girls at the office never let me forget it."
"Oh." Yuya sat down and fidgeted with the leash. He hoped the man wouldn't look at him and tell him hey, he looked like a Johnny's idol, too (although he did really, technically speaking).
"Is that your dog?"
Yuya snapped out of his self-imposed stupor. "Oh, y - yes. Although it's more of my brother's dog, actually. He's just...away most of the time, so I usually take care of her for him."
Suddenly, a small beeping sound emanated from the man's watch. "I have to go," he said, cursing under his breath. He turned to Yuya, a smile curving his lips as he saw the long, wispy strands of hair framing the boy's face.
"Kurosawa Akihiko." he held out his hand. "I hope we can meet again sometime."
---
Fin
Notes: This was actually supposed to be longer. But I think I intended for this to be sort of like little snippets into their life, really. Aha. THIS FAILS AMIRITE
Author: momo (omoshiroina)
Rating: PG
Pairings: All incarnations of Jin/All incarnations of Kame, Akira/Shuuji :OO
Summary: Kazuya, Ryu, Shuuji and Yuya (yes, the last three being Kame's drama personas) as quadruplets. NO RLY. I'm sure a lot have thought about this at some point thanks a lot, chinese fic. A strange little story that I cooked up one night while high on caffeine.
"You have such lovely boys, Kamenashi-san," Mrs. Ito cooed, and she meant it. Four little darlings, two on either side of their mother, dressed in identical summer uniforms topped with a cute sailor cap. The boys were simply to die for. She leaned down to pinch each of their cheeks, which produced varying reactions. One blushed, one hid his face in his mother's skirt, one blew his cheeks obligingly and the last one scowled and slapped her hand away.
"Oh, oh," Mrs. Ito backed away in surprise, then laughed nervously. "I think this little one here may have a bit of an attitude problem, don't you think?"
"Ryu," Mrs. Kamenashi warned, grabbing the scowling one's wrist and gently hitting the inside. "We'll be having a talk later, young man. Now say sorry to Ito-san."
Ryu raised his head defiantly and said nothing.
Mrs. Kamenashi gave up after an awkward minute of staring pointedly at Ryu. She bowed thrice deeply. "I'm terribly sorry for his misbehaviour."
Mrs. Ito shook her head. "I'm sure he'll grow out of it, he's still little afterall. Besides, the three others make such well-behaved boys," she smiled, reaching for her shoulder reassuringly. "I'm sure their influence will eventually straighten him out."
---
Kazuya came home crying one night. He was holding their mother's right hand. In her left hand was an application form for Johnny's Entertainment.
When he entered the bedroom, his brothers were fast asleep. He wanted to throw the baseball bat in the corner. Instead, he bit his lip and gently dropped it to the floor. He didn't bother changing out of his baseball uniform. As silently as he could, he climbed to the top bunk of the double bed on the left side of the room.
Once settled, he angrily wiped at his tears and pulled the covers to his head.
No more than a few minutes passed when the covers were abruptly pulled back and a flashlight shone in his face.
"See, I told you two he was crying." It was Ryu, sitting cross-legged in front. Shuuji (he could tell it was him because his hair was tied up in a palm tree style like always) and Yuya were stationed at the stairs of the bed.
"Leave me alone," he mumbled, reaching for the covers and burying his face in his pillow.
Hands were reaching for him, scooping him up. "Hey, I said leave-" his voice became muffled against the fabric of someone's pajamas. In the dark he couldn't really tell who was who. No one was talking.
But then - "You can cry when you're with us."
Kazuya's hands fisted against the fabric. His whole body shook violently. A pair of hands reached for him and hugged him from behind. Another pair came from the side.
"Why me?" he would repeat, and in the dark no one would answer, but they all understood.
It was the next morning when their mother, while making their beds, discovered a rather large crack by the side of Kazuya's bed. "Kazuya would just have to share with one of you in the meantime," she said to them at breakfast. She expected atleast one to whine in protest. No one did.
---
"Where the hell is my favorite Gucci scarf?!"
Yuya winced, almost cutting off his own finger with the knife as Kazuya stormed angrily into the kitchen and slammed both hands in front.
"Yuya, did you take it?" Yuya was about to shake his head no when Kazuya suddenly whirled around and started pacing, muttering to himself. "No, you couldn't have taken that, you hate branded stuff since you shop at those disgustingly cheap thrift stores. Oh my god. Oh my god." Kazuya faced him again, bringing his face dangerously close to his as he leaned over the counter. "Yuya, between Shuuji and Ryu, who's been raiding my closet again?"
Yuya closed his eyes. He just wanted to finish cooking lunch; his brothers would be home soon. "Kazuya, I really wouldn't know. Maybe you can just see who has it when they both get home."
Kazuya's frown deepened. "Where are those two, anyway?"
"Ryu's with Yabuki-kun and his friends, they went to that karaoke bar. Shuuji is with Kotani-san over at Kusano-kun's apartment."
"Those two..." Kazuya let out a huge puff of air, frustrated. "They can't keep hijacking my stuff forever. The least they can do is tell me. Is that too much to ask? God!"
Yuya smiled brightly at him. "You can borrow my scarf instead."
Kazuya looked at him as he was speaking a foreign language. He waved a hand and mouthed "Hello".
Yuya sighed. "The Louis Vuitton scarf is in the dryer."
---
"I think," Shuuji said, opening the closet doors and tilting his head to the side, "that I may need to raid Kazuya's closet again." As if he wasn't already doing just that.
Ryu, leaning on the doorframe and idly examining his nails, snorted softly. "It's not as if Kusano doesn't like you enough already. Wasn't he the one who came here in the middle of the night singing like the complete moron he really is-"
"Must you really remind me of that incident?" said Shuuji, cheeks with a hint of red as he sat back on the lower half of the bunk bed.
Ryu shrugged. "Well, he is. And Yuya almost fell off the top bunk screaming his head off. Then you and Kazuya had to throw pillows to actually shut him up. Remember now?"
Shuuji, though embarrassed as hell, couldn't help but smile slightly at the memory. "Uhn. Then you went down-"
"You were still fixing your hair, you priss, and you're not even the idol here-"
"And punched him in the face."
At Shuuji's mildly accusing look, Ryu rolled his eyes. "He was annoying. It was two in the fucking morning."
"You didn't have to go that far."
"Oh, and I suppose you'd have just kissed him silly to shut him up?"
Shuuji threw one of Kazuya's heavy Burberry coats at Ryu, which the other expertly ducked. "I would have just put a hand over his mouth and told him to stop. That usually works, even for him."
"Whatever," Ryu replied, feigning disinterest. "You better pick that up." He gestured to the Burberry coat sprawled on the floor at his feet. "Kazuya's gonna blow his top when he comes back from Hokkaido and finds lint on his 80,000 yen coat."
---
Shuuji wanted those boots so bad. He had been standing outside the Harajuku shop for five minutes just staring at it, and it took all of his willpower to not throw his hands on the glass and press his forehead to it. What if his classmates saw him, afterall. He shuddered at the mere thought.
Kazuya, his brother who had a fashion sense fine-tuned from years in the idol business, never let him borrow his stuff (though that was usually because he didn't really ask. "I'm only a text message away!" Kazuya would put a hand on his hip on one of those rare days that he actually came home. "You honestly think I'm going to waste yen on texting you? Get real, we're brothers, these things are supposed to go unasked," he would reply, crossing his arms. A few minutes later, Kazuya would then accuse him of emptying his russet brown hair dye, he would tell him it was actually Ryu and it starts all over again.).
Ryu, whose taste was probably just as good as Kazuya's, ignored him whenever he sweetly asked to borrow cash. Yuya - was simply out of the question. His discounted shirts said everything. If he only had money to buy at thrift stores then he probably wouldn't have money to spare for anyone else.
He pursed his lips and clutched at his jacket (his own, mind you). He was determined to come back for it sometime.
He continued walking, when he passed by a record store. On the entrance was a huge poster of KAT-TUN, Kazuya's group.
He blinked at the sight for sometime, then grinned.
He knew those childhood pictures would come in handy someday.
---
"Are you sure it's okay?" Hayato's head whipped back and forth around the living room, his normal confident demeanor reduced to something akin to hesitation. Finding no one around nearby, he let out a sigh of relief.
Ryu chuckled, gripping his wrist. "Very much okay. Do you want something to eat?"
Hayato stepped forward. This time it was him who gripped Ryu's wrist, his smile a tad evil as he backed Ryu into the wall. "Sure," he murmured against Ryu's neck, "I want a Ryu with a side order of chocolate and whipped cream, please."
"OH MY GOD."
Hayato and Ryu quickly jumped apart. Hayato turned and saw one of Ryu's brothers - the one with stlyled brown hair curling like little noodles at the back. It took a moment to gather his thoughts and remember who this was again. He still had a hard time telling them apart even if he knew Ryu's family since middle school. Kazuya and Shuuji changed hairstyles like they changed underwear. "Uhm. Nice to see you again, Kazuya-kun," he greeted meekly.
Kazuya crouched a bit and put a hand to his chest. "You guys startled me. I thought you were coming home late," he said, looking at Ryu.
"Our plans changed," Ryu replied simply. "Why are you here?"
"Day off," Kazuya answered. "Nice to see you too, Yabuki-kun," he said, nodding to Hayato. Kazuya pinched the bridge of his nose and spun around to head back to wherever he had come from when something came up in his memory.
"Oh, Ryu," he said slowly, "do you know why Shuuji's table has all these pictures of us? Multiple copies of it?"
"School project?" Hayato suggested, and was elbowed by Ryu.
"Probably another one of his schemes," Ryu said.
"Schemes?" Kazuya blinked. "What - wait. Oh, don't tell me-"
Ryu nodded sagely. "It's probably what you're thinking."
Shuuji was devious. And business-minded. Kazuya groaned out loud. "I'm so going to shave all his hair off one of these days."
"You can do it later in front of his boyfriend."
"...What?"
Ryu leaned back. "I heard he's inviting Kusano for dinner tonight. Or rather, Kusano invited himself. So Hayato's also going to stay for dinner." At this Hayato began to protest, but was cut off by a swift kick in the knee.
Kazuya gaze drifted to Ryu, and then he stared strangely at Hayato. Hayato couldn't help but shift uncomfortably from where he was standing.
A patented idol smile broke across Kazuya's face. "Then I'll go and see if Jin can come tonight, too."
He turned away from them slowly, and Hayato's wandering eyes noticed Kazuya's toned behind from the rather skimpy shorts he was wearing. He whistled under his breath when Kazuya was out of earshot.
"What is it now?" Ryu seemed to catch on, as he shot Hayato a suspicious glance.
Hayato was undeterred. "Why can't you wear stuff like he does? You're as hot as he is, if not hotter."
Ryu's heated glare was enough to melt glaciers. Hayato squeaked in response - thankfully he had enough common sense to know when it was his cue to shut up.
---
"You make the best dumplings, Yuya! These are great, just like always!"
Yuya swept his bangs off his eyes and wiped his hands on the yellow apron tied around his waist. "Thanks for saying so, Akanishi-san."
"Yuya, tie your hair, what if strands get into the food? Haven't you ever thought of that?" Kazuya was looking at him, the hand he had on Jin's back almost territorial.
"I think Yuya-kun's hair is nice," Kusano Akira piped in through a mouthful of rice, miming Yuya's hair with loopy waves of his hand near his ears. "You're very pretty, very pretty," he sing-songed, though how that was possible with the food he stuffed his mouth with, no one could would really know.
Yuya's cheeks colored. Shuuji glared at Akira. "Are you hitting on my brother?"
Akira only seemed to find Shuuji's poisonous look cute, as he did his trademark hand motion and pressed two fingers to Shuuji's cheek. "Konkon!" he said, some of the rice escaping and sticking to Shuuji's cheek.
"Is this guy on drugs or something?" Hayato stage whispered to Ryu, none too subtly pointing to Akira, who was flailing about trying to wipe rice off Shuuji's cheek.
"Why do you say so?" Ryu replied, still calmly chewing on his share of dumplings. Later, he would gloat about him being right all along about Kusano to Shuuji. Hayato was an expert on signs of vice addiction.
Yuya gave them all a fond smile as he sat down beside Kazuya at the edge of the table. Jin lowered his head and grinned at him before standing up to reach for the soy sauce beside Hayato's plate.
"Let me get that for you, uhm, Akanishi-san," said Hayato, giving him the bottle.
"Oh, thanks, man!"
Jin and Hayato flashed eerily identical toothy smiles at each other.
"They're so cute," Yuya said softly to Kazuya. "I wonder sometimes if they're related."
"Well," Kazuya breathed as Jin spilled sauce on his shirt and Hayato shrieked after almost knocking down Ryu's glass. "You can see exactly what gene runs in both of them."
---
It was a lovely day for a walk. Ran-chan seemed to think so too as she whooped and barked happily around the park.
Yuya laughed, tugging on the dog's leash. "Ran-chan, let me rest for a while, okay?"
He stopped by a bench positioned across the part of the park occupied by frisbee players and children running about. On the bench was a man who looked awfully familiar. Yuya blinked, not quite believing his eyes.
"Akanishi-san," he called out, sitting down and peering at the man. "Don't you and and Kazuya have work today?"
The man, dressed peculiarly in a business suit, raised an eyebrow at him. "Akanishi?"
Yuya's eyes widened. "I'm very sorry!" he stuttered, rising up and bowing deeply.
To his surprise, the man just chuckled and gestured for him to sit down beside him. "It's okay, I get mistaken for Akanishi the Johnny's idol all the time," he said, looking up at the sky with mirth. "All the girls at the office never let me forget it."
"Oh." Yuya sat down and fidgeted with the leash. He hoped the man wouldn't look at him and tell him hey, he looked like a Johnny's idol, too (although he did really, technically speaking).
"Is that your dog?"
Yuya snapped out of his self-imposed stupor. "Oh, y - yes. Although it's more of my brother's dog, actually. He's just...away most of the time, so I usually take care of her for him."
Suddenly, a small beeping sound emanated from the man's watch. "I have to go," he said, cursing under his breath. He turned to Yuya, a smile curving his lips as he saw the long, wispy strands of hair framing the boy's face.
"Kurosawa Akihiko." he held out his hand. "I hope we can meet again sometime."
---
Fin
Notes: This was actually supposed to be longer. But I think I intended for this to be sort of like little snippets into their life, really. Aha. THIS FAILS AMIRITE