Fanfiction - Out of the corner of your eye
Title: Out of the corner of your eye
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Sort of Tamamori(Reita) X Takaki(Yamato) and something like Haruma(Ren) X Takaki(Yamato). Err. (With BAD somewhere in that mix?)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Demension-slip! Something funky is up with Tamamori, Takaki has gone missing, what the heck is BAD doing in Tokyo, and wow, was that Miura Haruma?
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Language, minor violence, gokusen styled cheese.
A/N: Beta'd by hotfruits ♥
For withcoffee. Oh Great Goseki-sama...I hope you are okay with this. xD
[Ground Zero - 19:34]
Nobody used the rooms up on the third floor. They were kept clean, but completely void of everyday life. Sunlight filtered through the windows, giving the rooms a yellow-orange tint.
In one particular room, there was nothing in there besides empty cabinets and a single chair, placed in the middle of the room.
Tied to the chair, struggling and bruised, was a boy. The ropes had left their marks, and although he hissed with pain with every movement, he was determined to escape.
Scowling, Takasugi Reita stepped into the boy's line of sight. “It wouldn't hurt so much if you'd just behave.”
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[Dressing Room; JUMP - 10:15]
“Why won't he answer his phone!?” Yabu was beyond pissed, stomping around while various members of his group tried to establish contact with their missing boy.
“His mom says he left home on time,” Inoo offered, biting his lip and keeping his gaze on his phone.
Yabu whirled around, snapping, “It doesn't matter that he left on time, what matters is that he isn't here!” On the surface, he was just furious. Underneath it all...Yabu was worried.
Takaki should have been at work hours ago.
Nobody could find him.
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[Train Station; Osaka - 8:50]
“Kura, will you slow down. You don't know that he was serious!” Ichi tugged on Kura's arm, trying to hold him back. “What if he was just joking?”
“You know he wouldn't have taunted us if he wasn't serious,” Kura hissed over his shoulder, yanking free. “I can't get a hold of Honjo or Kamiya. We can meet up with Ren when we get there,” he stopped to give Ichi a serious look. “We're all he's got.”
“I...” Ichi paused for a moment and then nodded. “You're right. Let's go.”
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[Practice room; Kis-My-Ft2 - 13:22]
“Tamamori, will you please stop wandering off every ten minutes...” Senga groaned, mopping his forehead. “If you do it again, Tai-chan's gonna explode and you know that's just going to piss Mitsu and Yokoo off...”
Tamamori smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “I don't mean to!” He whined, “I just keep on getting a drink and then I notice that the tiling is cracked and I start following the cracks-” Senga tuned Tamamori out in exasperation, bending down to tie his shoe.
Nobody seemed very surprised when ten minutes later, they all discovered that Tamamori was nowhere to be found.
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[Dressing Room; JUMP - 10: 20]
Hikaru scrambled to check the incoming call, visibly drooping as he realized it wasn't Takaki. Still, he answered it with a quick 'Hello!', wondering why Miura Haruma was calling out of the blue.
“I swear, if I find out you're helping him, I will kill you,” Haruma's voice came rasping over the phone.
“W-what?” Hikaru was completely taken aback, eyes going wide, but the line had already gone dead.
“Who was that?” Chinen asked, peeking up at Hikaru.
Staring at his phone, Hikaru shook his head slowly, managing a small shrug. “I think I got prank-called...”
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[Ground Zero - 8:00]
“I don't understand...” Takaki tried not to whimper as he felt the bonds around his shoulders tighten. His heart was pounding in his chest, his blood racing with fear.
Fear.
“Why're you doing this?” he asked in desperation, biting his lip and looking away as the other approached him.
A cool finger crooked under his chin, bringing the bound boy's gaze upwards. “So tense~,” Reita chided, “why won't you relax?”
Snarling, Yamato glared at him. “Bastard.”
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[Train Station; Tokyo - 11:11]
“God, I hate it when we just get called over here whenever they want...” Akito grumbled lightly, stretching. “Two hours is way too fucking long.”
Laughing softly, Junta just gently nudged him off the train. “Come on, we're here, stop complaining.”
“I,” Akito said dramatically, “am just stating fact.”
“The fact that you can't keep still for more than five seconds?” Junta chuckled, keeping an eye on Akito (one never knew if he'd just wander off ) as they headed towards the main building.
Junta just wished someone had told him why they had to be in Tokyo so suddenly.
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[Practice Room; Kis-My-Ft2 - 13:56]
“Tamamori Yuta, I swear if you disappear one more time without saying something, I am going to shave you bald and castrate you with my straightening iron!” Fujigaya was beyond pissed at this point, bellowing at Tamamori, who was shuffling his feet, ducking his head in embarrassment.
“I'm sorry,” the younger boy mumbled, “I didn't realize I'd been gone for so long...” He peeked around at the room. Kitayama was pretending to ignore them all, but his lips were pursed in vague displeasure; a bad sign. Yokoo was watching from a corner, ready to spring into action in case anyone tried to decapitate anyone else.
A hand rested on his shoulder and Tamamori found Miyata speaking up by his side. “He's sorry,” Miyata said simply, “why don't we go back to rehearsing?”
The tension in the air seemed to ease. There was a pause before Fujigaya nodded, arms crossed as he turned his heel and stomped away. “Fine.”
Behind his back, Tamamori gave his friend a grateful look.
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[City Streets; Tokyo - 17:22]
“Sneak me in...you're the ones with access, remember?” Ren crossed his arms, looking decidedly pissed. It had been hours and they still hadn't located Yamato.
Kura pouted, whining. “I'm telling you, nobody knows where he is!”
“And every time we checked, nobody could find Reita either...” Ichi sighed. “I dunno what to tell you, Ren. They're not there.”
This wasn't good enough for Ren. Snarling, he pointed at the building. “They are in there and we are going to find them. Now.”
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[Practice room; Kis-My-Ft2 - 14:14]
Yabu reluctantly stuck his head inside the room, hating to bother anyone else with his problem, but he was running out of options. Nobody wanted to call Takaki in missing until they knew for sure that he was actually missing, rather than skipping out.
“Yo, Yabu-kun!” Kitayama had caught sight of him, pausing to jog over. “What's up?”
Yabu hesitated for a moment. “Have you guys seen Takaki around anywhere?” He asked the gathering group.
“Nope...but we've pretty much just been in here. Why, he missing?” Fujigaya rolled his eyes at Yabu's nod. “Ew, tell us about it. Tamamori's been playing jack-rabbit all day, he wanders off every time I look away, I swear.”
“Sucks,” Yabu muttered in sympathy, giving them all a nod. “Thanks, guys. I'll see you later,” He turned heel and headed back out, off to check another dressing room.
Where in the hell was Takaki Yuya?
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[Ground Zero - 12:04]
“Will you just fucking untie me?” Yamato snapped, hands still working on the ropes, trying (as he had been for a while) to loosen them.
Reita sat in the corner, shrugging. “Can't yet.”
“And why not, Reita?” Yamato demanded. “I don't get it! Why are you even doing this, it's so stupid.”
“He took you away from me...” Standing up, Reita stepped closer, running gentle fingers through Yamato's hair. “I'm taking you back.”
Leaving Yamato to stew again, Reita headed out the door, letting it shut behind him with a soft click.
“...Taipi's gonna yell at me again....” Tamamori's shoulders slumped before he bolted, hoping that buying the older boy a box of juice would appease him.
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[Hallways - 19:11]
Ren stalked through the hallways with purpose, Kura and Ichi perhaps twenty feet ahead, guiding him and making sure the coast was clear.
“And you're sure he's up there?” He hissed, hoping they could hear him.
Ichi glanced over his shoulder, nodding slowly. “I saw Reita going up there several times. He's gotta be there.”
Ren gritted his teeth, walking a little faster. There was a possessive brat up there who'd gone just a little too far and need to pay for it.
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[Doorway; Mis Snow Man's - 17:30]
“Dude...” Abe tugged on Miyadate's sleeve. “Guys, I swear I just saw Miura Haruma walk by!”
“What?!” Scrambling, they all stuck their heads out of the dressing room doorway, looking both ways.
There was no sight of the actor.
“Idiot,” Nozawa scolded lightly. “What would Miura-kun be doing here, anyways?”
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[Ground Zero - 19:34]
Nobody used the rooms up on the third floor. They were kept clean, but completely void of everyday life. Sunlight filtered through the windows, giving the rooms a yellow-orange tint.
In one particular room, there was nothing in there besides empty cabinets and a single chair, placed in the middle of the room.
Tied to the chair, struggling and bruised, was a boy. The ropes had left their marks, and although he hissed with pain with every movement, he was determined to escape.
Scowling, Takasugi Reita stepped into the boy's line of sight. “It wouldn't hurt so much if you'd just behave.”
“I don't even know what you want...” Takaki was close to tears at this point. It had been hours, hours of being tied up with no food, no water, and Tamamori acting really weird and freaky, not like himself at all. He reminded Takaki of someone, but the boy's mind was too stressed to really dwell on it. He was completely exhausted, his efforts to free himself slowing down again as he lost energy, his eyes barely open.
He just wanted to go home.
The door suddenly swung open, and standing in the doorway were the last three people Takaki expected to see. Miura Haruma, flanked by Kiriyama Akito and Kazama Junta. All were wearing expressions of displeasure.
“What took you so long~?” Reita drawled, stepping in between the chair and the newcomers. “I called you guys hours ago.”
“Bastard,” Ren snarled, “Cut the shit out.”
“Tch~,” Reita stepped closer to the chair, running a gentle finger over Takaki's cheek. “Shhh, he's already stressed out.”
Yamato's head snapped up, trying to bite the offending finger. “Will you stop sliming me up, Reita?”
“Yamato, are you okay?” Ichi and Kura took tentative steps forward, eyeing Reita with distrust.
“I'm doing great, guys,” Despite being completely exhausted, Yamato still managed to sound sarcastic. “Being tied up all day with my creepy childhood friend has been completely awesome. Thanks for asking! I'm glad you took your time.”
Ren frowned. “Dude, I came as soon as I could.”
“Bullshit.”
“You all talk to much,” Reita yawned before glaring directly at Ren. “You're the one I wanted anyways. Fucker,” and with that he launched himself at Ren.
“What the hell, you are so insane,” Ren rasped as they tangled, collapsing into a pile on the floor, fists flying.
“You're the one that took Yamato away from me!”
Kura and Ichi just watched, mouths agape, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and admiration as the two tussled around.
“What are you guys doing, will you untie me?” Yamato hissed, half in pain as the ropes rubbed against his raw wrists. Ichi snapped to attention, darting across the room and fumbling at the knots, Kura quickly coming to assist him.
“You did!” Reita was shrieking, trying to shred every bit of Ren that he could reach. “It was fine until you fucking came along.”
Ren snarled, trying to wrest Reita into a headlock. “Fucking mental bastard.”
“Shut up!” Reita twisted, tossing Ren over his shoulder, the other boy crashing with a shout of pain. Stumbling back, Reita wiped a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth. “You...just...fuck you...”
“Ren?” Yamato croaked, sliding out of the chair, now that Kura and Ichi had freed him. “R-ren? Are you okay?” He scooted closer, carefully, gingerly, his wrists a raw red.
Ren gulped in air, scrambling over to Yamato, arms around him in an instant. “I'm fine, I'm fine,” He assured him. “Are you okay?”
Yamato shook his head slowly, face burying in Ren's shoulder. “No.”
Reita stilled, watching the two of them, slowly, ever so slowly deflating, not even responding when Ichi and Kura flanked the boys like guard dogs. “But...”
Yamato slowly pulled away, sitting back. It was one of those rare moments where he'd been worn down enough to cry. “Reita...I'm sorry. I didn't leave you...just. Ren and I...” He trailed off, unable to find words to explain it to his childhood friend.
“No...” Reita shook his head, looking away. “I...I guess I knew. I just. Yamato, I miss you...It's not the same without you.”
“Reita, I never went anywhere,” Yamato swiped at the tears, Ren's arms wrapped around him, holding him close. “I'm always there if you need me. But you have your friends and I have mine...it's okay, isn't it?”
“I'm sorry.” Reita mumbled, still looking away.
Ren wasn't so easily placated. “Like that gives you an exc--”
“Shhh...” Yamato sounded unnaturally gentle, looking around the room. “It's...it's all okay.” He opened his mouth to say something else but no words came. His vision was going grey. “Guys...”
The last thing he saw before his world went black was Reita, toppling over, completely unconscious.
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[Train Station;Osaka - 19:34]
“Akito, what are you doing!?” Junta went cross-eyed, throwing a hand out to his bandmate. How Akito had just managed to faceplant in the middle of the conversation, Junta would never understand.
“Sorry, sorry,” Scrambling back to his feet, Akito brushed himself off. “You know what...? We should go see Haruma and Yuya sometime...it's been a while.”
“Mm,” Junta chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Maybe they should come to us.”
“And bring Tama-chan with them!”
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[Practice Room; Kis-My-Ft2's - 19:34]
“Fuck, Tama-chan, that was my foot,” Nikaido howled, hopping around on one foot, clutching the now injured one.
Tamamori blinked around at the room, fingers brushing his lips as if puzzled. “Uhm...I'm sorry?”
“Will you stop spacing out and concentrate?” Fujigaya swooped in to scold. “I want to be done before the fucking sun goes down.”
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[Apartment; Miura Haruma's - 19:34]
Haruma woke with a start, rubbing his eyes sleepily, groping around for his phone, checking the time. He couldn't remember falling asleep after coming home, but he had had the strangest dream. He couldn't even properly remember it, he just could vaguely remember a familiar head of brown hair....Takaki Yuya's?
He glanced at his phone. “It has been a while...” he muttered to himself, but decidedly placed it back on the nightstand.
Maybe after the rest of his nap.
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[Cafe; Tokyo - 19:34]
“You okay, Yuuyan?” Yabu nudged the other boy, chuckling. “You've totally been staring at your drink for the past five minutes.”
Takaki startled at the touch, looking around at his band mates. “Ah? No... I'm fine.” He laughed. “Today was just tiring, I guess,” He pulled out his phone, frowning. “I feel like I'm forgetting something...”
“Whatever it is, it can wait for tomorrow,” Hikaru quickly kidnapped the phone, stuffing it away in one of his pockets. “Come on, we're celebrating~!”
“Ne...” Inoo leaned closer. “Takaki, what happened to your wrists?”
Takaki just laughed, giving them all a sheepish smile, finally taking a sip of his drink. “No idea, really. But you know me. Always getting into trouble.”
“Silly,” Yabu snorted affectionately, ruffling his hair. “Dessert's on me, guys!”
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A/N: I don't think I even pulled it off that well (wtf is up with the sudden random cheese?) but I TRIED SO HARD. T_T ♥
EDIT: Finally got this posted. Oh nano, how you have destroyed my brain. :|
Author: crazy_otaku911
Pairing: Sort of Tamamori(Reita) X Takaki(Yamato) and something like Haruma(Ren) X Takaki(Yamato). Err. (With BAD somewhere in that mix?)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Demension-slip! Something funky is up with Tamamori, Takaki has gone missing, what the heck is BAD doing in Tokyo, and wow, was that Miura Haruma?
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Language, minor violence, gokusen styled cheese.
A/N: Beta'd by hotfruits ♥
For withcoffee. Oh Great Goseki-sama...I hope you are okay with this. xD
[Ground Zero - 19:34]
Nobody used the rooms up on the third floor. They were kept clean, but completely void of everyday life. Sunlight filtered through the windows, giving the rooms a yellow-orange tint.
In one particular room, there was nothing in there besides empty cabinets and a single chair, placed in the middle of the room.
Tied to the chair, struggling and bruised, was a boy. The ropes had left their marks, and although he hissed with pain with every movement, he was determined to escape.
Scowling, Takasugi Reita stepped into the boy's line of sight. “It wouldn't hurt so much if you'd just behave.”
☣
[Dressing Room; JUMP - 10:15]
“Why won't he answer his phone!?” Yabu was beyond pissed, stomping around while various members of his group tried to establish contact with their missing boy.
“His mom says he left home on time,” Inoo offered, biting his lip and keeping his gaze on his phone.
Yabu whirled around, snapping, “It doesn't matter that he left on time, what matters is that he isn't here!” On the surface, he was just furious. Underneath it all...Yabu was worried.
Takaki should have been at work hours ago.
Nobody could find him.
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[Train Station; Osaka - 8:50]
“Kura, will you slow down. You don't know that he was serious!” Ichi tugged on Kura's arm, trying to hold him back. “What if he was just joking?”
“You know he wouldn't have taunted us if he wasn't serious,” Kura hissed over his shoulder, yanking free. “I can't get a hold of Honjo or Kamiya. We can meet up with Ren when we get there,” he stopped to give Ichi a serious look. “We're all he's got.”
“I...” Ichi paused for a moment and then nodded. “You're right. Let's go.”
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[Practice room; Kis-My-Ft2 - 13:22]
“Tamamori, will you please stop wandering off every ten minutes...” Senga groaned, mopping his forehead. “If you do it again, Tai-chan's gonna explode and you know that's just going to piss Mitsu and Yokoo off...”
Tamamori smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “I don't mean to!” He whined, “I just keep on getting a drink and then I notice that the tiling is cracked and I start following the cracks-” Senga tuned Tamamori out in exasperation, bending down to tie his shoe.
Nobody seemed very surprised when ten minutes later, they all discovered that Tamamori was nowhere to be found.
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[Dressing Room; JUMP - 10: 20]
Hikaru scrambled to check the incoming call, visibly drooping as he realized it wasn't Takaki. Still, he answered it with a quick 'Hello!', wondering why Miura Haruma was calling out of the blue.
“I swear, if I find out you're helping him, I will kill you,” Haruma's voice came rasping over the phone.
“W-what?” Hikaru was completely taken aback, eyes going wide, but the line had already gone dead.
“Who was that?” Chinen asked, peeking up at Hikaru.
Staring at his phone, Hikaru shook his head slowly, managing a small shrug. “I think I got prank-called...”
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[Ground Zero - 8:00]
“I don't understand...” Takaki tried not to whimper as he felt the bonds around his shoulders tighten. His heart was pounding in his chest, his blood racing with fear.
Fear.
“Why're you doing this?” he asked in desperation, biting his lip and looking away as the other approached him.
A cool finger crooked under his chin, bringing the bound boy's gaze upwards. “So tense~,” Reita chided, “why won't you relax?”
Snarling, Yamato glared at him. “Bastard.”
☣
[Train Station; Tokyo - 11:11]
“God, I hate it when we just get called over here whenever they want...” Akito grumbled lightly, stretching. “Two hours is way too fucking long.”
Laughing softly, Junta just gently nudged him off the train. “Come on, we're here, stop complaining.”
“I,” Akito said dramatically, “am just stating fact.”
“The fact that you can't keep still for more than five seconds?” Junta chuckled, keeping an eye on Akito (one never knew if he'd just wander off ) as they headed towards the main building.
Junta just wished someone had told him why they had to be in Tokyo so suddenly.
☣
[Practice Room; Kis-My-Ft2 - 13:56]
“Tamamori Yuta, I swear if you disappear one more time without saying something, I am going to shave you bald and castrate you with my straightening iron!” Fujigaya was beyond pissed at this point, bellowing at Tamamori, who was shuffling his feet, ducking his head in embarrassment.
“I'm sorry,” the younger boy mumbled, “I didn't realize I'd been gone for so long...” He peeked around at the room. Kitayama was pretending to ignore them all, but his lips were pursed in vague displeasure; a bad sign. Yokoo was watching from a corner, ready to spring into action in case anyone tried to decapitate anyone else.
A hand rested on his shoulder and Tamamori found Miyata speaking up by his side. “He's sorry,” Miyata said simply, “why don't we go back to rehearsing?”
The tension in the air seemed to ease. There was a pause before Fujigaya nodded, arms crossed as he turned his heel and stomped away. “Fine.”
Behind his back, Tamamori gave his friend a grateful look.
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[City Streets; Tokyo - 17:22]
“Sneak me in...you're the ones with access, remember?” Ren crossed his arms, looking decidedly pissed. It had been hours and they still hadn't located Yamato.
Kura pouted, whining. “I'm telling you, nobody knows where he is!”
“And every time we checked, nobody could find Reita either...” Ichi sighed. “I dunno what to tell you, Ren. They're not there.”
This wasn't good enough for Ren. Snarling, he pointed at the building. “They are in there and we are going to find them. Now.”
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[Practice room; Kis-My-Ft2 - 14:14]
Yabu reluctantly stuck his head inside the room, hating to bother anyone else with his problem, but he was running out of options. Nobody wanted to call Takaki in missing until they knew for sure that he was actually missing, rather than skipping out.
“Yo, Yabu-kun!” Kitayama had caught sight of him, pausing to jog over. “What's up?”
Yabu hesitated for a moment. “Have you guys seen Takaki around anywhere?” He asked the gathering group.
“Nope...but we've pretty much just been in here. Why, he missing?” Fujigaya rolled his eyes at Yabu's nod. “Ew, tell us about it. Tamamori's been playing jack-rabbit all day, he wanders off every time I look away, I swear.”
“Sucks,” Yabu muttered in sympathy, giving them all a nod. “Thanks, guys. I'll see you later,” He turned heel and headed back out, off to check another dressing room.
Where in the hell was Takaki Yuya?
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[Ground Zero - 12:04]
“Will you just fucking untie me?” Yamato snapped, hands still working on the ropes, trying (as he had been for a while) to loosen them.
Reita sat in the corner, shrugging. “Can't yet.”
“And why not, Reita?” Yamato demanded. “I don't get it! Why are you even doing this, it's so stupid.”
“He took you away from me...” Standing up, Reita stepped closer, running gentle fingers through Yamato's hair. “I'm taking you back.”
Leaving Yamato to stew again, Reita headed out the door, letting it shut behind him with a soft click.
“...Taipi's gonna yell at me again....” Tamamori's shoulders slumped before he bolted, hoping that buying the older boy a box of juice would appease him.
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[Hallways - 19:11]
Ren stalked through the hallways with purpose, Kura and Ichi perhaps twenty feet ahead, guiding him and making sure the coast was clear.
“And you're sure he's up there?” He hissed, hoping they could hear him.
Ichi glanced over his shoulder, nodding slowly. “I saw Reita going up there several times. He's gotta be there.”
Ren gritted his teeth, walking a little faster. There was a possessive brat up there who'd gone just a little too far and need to pay for it.
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[Doorway; Mis Snow Man's - 17:30]
“Dude...” Abe tugged on Miyadate's sleeve. “Guys, I swear I just saw Miura Haruma walk by!”
“What?!” Scrambling, they all stuck their heads out of the dressing room doorway, looking both ways.
There was no sight of the actor.
“Idiot,” Nozawa scolded lightly. “What would Miura-kun be doing here, anyways?”
☣
[Ground Zero - 19:34]
Nobody used the rooms up on the third floor. They were kept clean, but completely void of everyday life. Sunlight filtered through the windows, giving the rooms a yellow-orange tint.
In one particular room, there was nothing in there besides empty cabinets and a single chair, placed in the middle of the room.
Tied to the chair, struggling and bruised, was a boy. The ropes had left their marks, and although he hissed with pain with every movement, he was determined to escape.
Scowling, Takasugi Reita stepped into the boy's line of sight. “It wouldn't hurt so much if you'd just behave.”
“I don't even know what you want...” Takaki was close to tears at this point. It had been hours, hours of being tied up with no food, no water, and Tamamori acting really weird and freaky, not like himself at all. He reminded Takaki of someone, but the boy's mind was too stressed to really dwell on it. He was completely exhausted, his efforts to free himself slowing down again as he lost energy, his eyes barely open.
He just wanted to go home.
The door suddenly swung open, and standing in the doorway were the last three people Takaki expected to see. Miura Haruma, flanked by Kiriyama Akito and Kazama Junta. All were wearing expressions of displeasure.
“What took you so long~?” Reita drawled, stepping in between the chair and the newcomers. “I called you guys hours ago.”
“Bastard,” Ren snarled, “Cut the shit out.”
“Tch~,” Reita stepped closer to the chair, running a gentle finger over Takaki's cheek. “Shhh, he's already stressed out.”
Yamato's head snapped up, trying to bite the offending finger. “Will you stop sliming me up, Reita?”
“Yamato, are you okay?” Ichi and Kura took tentative steps forward, eyeing Reita with distrust.
“I'm doing great, guys,” Despite being completely exhausted, Yamato still managed to sound sarcastic. “Being tied up all day with my creepy childhood friend has been completely awesome. Thanks for asking! I'm glad you took your time.”
Ren frowned. “Dude, I came as soon as I could.”
“Bullshit.”
“You all talk to much,” Reita yawned before glaring directly at Ren. “You're the one I wanted anyways. Fucker,” and with that he launched himself at Ren.
“What the hell, you are so insane,” Ren rasped as they tangled, collapsing into a pile on the floor, fists flying.
“You're the one that took Yamato away from me!”
Kura and Ichi just watched, mouths agape, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and admiration as the two tussled around.
“What are you guys doing, will you untie me?” Yamato hissed, half in pain as the ropes rubbed against his raw wrists. Ichi snapped to attention, darting across the room and fumbling at the knots, Kura quickly coming to assist him.
“You did!” Reita was shrieking, trying to shred every bit of Ren that he could reach. “It was fine until you fucking came along.”
Ren snarled, trying to wrest Reita into a headlock. “Fucking mental bastard.”
“Shut up!” Reita twisted, tossing Ren over his shoulder, the other boy crashing with a shout of pain. Stumbling back, Reita wiped a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth. “You...just...fuck you...”
“Ren?” Yamato croaked, sliding out of the chair, now that Kura and Ichi had freed him. “R-ren? Are you okay?” He scooted closer, carefully, gingerly, his wrists a raw red.
Ren gulped in air, scrambling over to Yamato, arms around him in an instant. “I'm fine, I'm fine,” He assured him. “Are you okay?”
Yamato shook his head slowly, face burying in Ren's shoulder. “No.”
Reita stilled, watching the two of them, slowly, ever so slowly deflating, not even responding when Ichi and Kura flanked the boys like guard dogs. “But...”
Yamato slowly pulled away, sitting back. It was one of those rare moments where he'd been worn down enough to cry. “Reita...I'm sorry. I didn't leave you...just. Ren and I...” He trailed off, unable to find words to explain it to his childhood friend.
“No...” Reita shook his head, looking away. “I...I guess I knew. I just. Yamato, I miss you...It's not the same without you.”
“Reita, I never went anywhere,” Yamato swiped at the tears, Ren's arms wrapped around him, holding him close. “I'm always there if you need me. But you have your friends and I have mine...it's okay, isn't it?”
“I'm sorry.” Reita mumbled, still looking away.
Ren wasn't so easily placated. “Like that gives you an exc--”
“Shhh...” Yamato sounded unnaturally gentle, looking around the room. “It's...it's all okay.” He opened his mouth to say something else but no words came. His vision was going grey. “Guys...”
The last thing he saw before his world went black was Reita, toppling over, completely unconscious.
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[Train Station;Osaka - 19:34]
“Akito, what are you doing!?” Junta went cross-eyed, throwing a hand out to his bandmate. How Akito had just managed to faceplant in the middle of the conversation, Junta would never understand.
“Sorry, sorry,” Scrambling back to his feet, Akito brushed himself off. “You know what...? We should go see Haruma and Yuya sometime...it's been a while.”
“Mm,” Junta chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Maybe they should come to us.”
“And bring Tama-chan with them!”
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[Practice Room; Kis-My-Ft2's - 19:34]
“Fuck, Tama-chan, that was my foot,” Nikaido howled, hopping around on one foot, clutching the now injured one.
Tamamori blinked around at the room, fingers brushing his lips as if puzzled. “Uhm...I'm sorry?”
“Will you stop spacing out and concentrate?” Fujigaya swooped in to scold. “I want to be done before the fucking sun goes down.”
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[Apartment; Miura Haruma's - 19:34]
Haruma woke with a start, rubbing his eyes sleepily, groping around for his phone, checking the time. He couldn't remember falling asleep after coming home, but he had had the strangest dream. He couldn't even properly remember it, he just could vaguely remember a familiar head of brown hair....Takaki Yuya's?
He glanced at his phone. “It has been a while...” he muttered to himself, but decidedly placed it back on the nightstand.
Maybe after the rest of his nap.
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[Cafe; Tokyo - 19:34]
“You okay, Yuuyan?” Yabu nudged the other boy, chuckling. “You've totally been staring at your drink for the past five minutes.”
Takaki startled at the touch, looking around at his band mates. “Ah? No... I'm fine.” He laughed. “Today was just tiring, I guess,” He pulled out his phone, frowning. “I feel like I'm forgetting something...”
“Whatever it is, it can wait for tomorrow,” Hikaru quickly kidnapped the phone, stuffing it away in one of his pockets. “Come on, we're celebrating~!”
“Ne...” Inoo leaned closer. “Takaki, what happened to your wrists?”
Takaki just laughed, giving them all a sheepish smile, finally taking a sip of his drink. “No idea, really. But you know me. Always getting into trouble.”
“Silly,” Yabu snorted affectionately, ruffling his hair. “Dessert's on me, guys!”
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A/N: I don't think I even pulled it off that well (wtf is up with the sudden random cheese?) but I TRIED SO HARD. T_T ♥
EDIT: Finally got this posted. Oh nano, how you have destroyed my brain. :|