Oneshot - A Colour That Suits Us
A COLOUR THAT SUITS US
Practically falling through his doorway after a long filming session Ueda sighed with relief at being home, throwing down his bag and keys, thinking about taking a shower and grabbing something to eat before going to bed, but a light from the living room caught his eye and he gave a tired smile. Kame must have been waiting for him.
Stepping into the living room his gaze settled on Kame where he sat cross-legged on the couch, a tiny frown creasing his forehead and his tongue poking from the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on his nails. Ueda rolled his eyes and smiled. Kame was painting his nails again; or rather he was painting some of his nails. On the coffee table in front of him were tiny bottles of nail polish and a bottle of remover along with a bad white, yellow, pink and blue cotton buds. Ueda scanned over the bottles, red, black and blue. He raised an eyebrow at the blue; he’d never seen blue on Kame’s nails before.
“One of these days I’m going to have you arrested for wandering in here on your own Kamenashi,” Ueda drawled lazily flopping onto the couch beside his band-mate and drawing up his knees, thinking idly that all they needed was hot chocolate and popcorn and they’d have a real girly sleepover…then he frowned slightly and mentally kicked himself for linking himself and Kame to more feminine images than they already were.
He watched Kame carefully paint the deep scarlet onto his left index fingernail, his face set in concentration as he worked not to get any of the polish on his fingers.
“Why do you feel the need to paint random fingernails Kame?” not looking away from his task Kame replied in a deadpan tone as he painted another coat of black onto his thumbnail.
“Why do you feel the need to wear a single long earring Ueda?” Ueda smirked and raised one eyebrow.
“Touche,” Kame grinned but still didn’t look away from his nails.
Leaning sideways against the back of the couch Ueda watched Kame continue to paint his nails, spreading the red and black over random nails, going back to apply second and third coats until the colour was solid on each nail, clearly reflecting the shapes of the furniture in the room. Watching Kame’s hands move carefully and meticulously he could feel his eyes slowly closing. He was tired, from filming, from the training he’d done beforehand, and from the reduced hours of sleep he’d gotten the previous night after training and running. Ten miles as usual.
Kame finished his nails and turned to Ueda, noticing his eyes were half closed as he leant against the back on the sofa and he smiled softly as he picked up the boxers hands, briefly running his thumbs over the slightly swollen knuckles, his fingertips finding the calluses from playing his guitar. Ueda had once said his favourite feature of his own body was his hands, and Kame wondered, did he mean the way they looked? Or the many things he could do with them? He’d seen Ueda use his hands when he talked, just like most people did, or when KAT-TUN sang on stage, he’d seen him use his hands for all the everyday things everyone else used their own for. But Kame had also seen Ueda do mesmerising things with his hands, the beautiful music he created on piano or guitar, using only his hands was breathtaking, not to mention his punches did not look like child’s play.
Ueda slowly he opened his eyes properly, watching Kame as the younger of the two studies his hands, suddenly he looked up, locking their gazes.
“Hey, Tat-chan, can I paint your nails for you?” Ueda’s expression didn’t change, but he blinked rapidly a few times, apparently taking in the sudden softly spoken request.
“Why in the world would you want to paint my nails Kame?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse, cracking a little with fatigue as it went up questioningly.
“I like your hands,” was Kame’s only answer, he still hadn’t taken his eyes of Ueda’s, and Ueda couldn’t think of any particular reason he could refuse his request.
Kame let one of his hands go to reach towards the coffee table for one of the tiny bottles and Ueda rested his hand back on his knee, watching him.
Kame sat back, turning the bottle of electric blue nail varnish on his fingers, regarding it thoughtfully.
“Your KAT-TUN colour is blue, maybe I should paint your nails blue,” he mused. Ueda looked at the bottle, his eyes narrowing at the garish brightness.
“Kame, remind me when you’re ever seen me wear a shade of blue that wasn’t mixed with grey,” Kame glanced at him before looking thoughtfully at the ceiling, his eyes flickering from invisible point to invisible point as he thought about it, finally he grimaced.
“Those blue and silver coats with all the silver fringing we wore on Shounen club,” he said, his tone suggesting he felt the same way about those costumes as Ueda did.
“Exactly, and we all know how fabulous the six of us looked in those beauties, not to mention my hair was blonde back then,” Kame laughed and reached out, threading his fingers through Ueda’s copper brown bangs.
“Glad you realised what a monstrous mistake that was,” he said teasingly and Ueda reached up to lazily bat at his hand, but with no conviction whatsoever.
“Shut up,” he mumbled.
“You’ve really never worn much blue unless it was pale or greyish, have you?” Kame mused, slightly surprised by the realisation, he knew he himself had worn plenty of bright blue, like the jacket he had worn on Music Station a couple of months ago.
“Bright colours don’t suit me, they look forced and make me look ill,” Kame giggled.
“Trust the mysterious and suspicious member of the group to suit dark colours best of all, that’s really no good you know, blue is your colour,” Ueda sent him a mock glare.
“Then why aren’t your nails pink?” Kame stuck his tongue out.
“Touche,”
After a moment in which Kame failed to let go of Ueda’s hand completely, instead playing with his fingers and running the pads of his own against the toughened skin on Ueda’s knuckles, he tipped his head onto the back of the couch, rolling it onto one side so he could look at Ueda’s drowsy face.
“What colours do you like?” he asked, hearing a tired, cracked tone come into his own voice. Simply sitting here and talking with Ueda was way too damn relaxing, and he liked the feel of Ueda’s hand in his so that didn’t help either.
“The colours I like and the colours I wear aren’t really the same; the colours I wear are sort of tweaked from what I really like so they’ll suit me,”
“Hmmm, your nails should really reflect the colours you wear, so they suit you too,” Kame mumbled, staring down at Ueda’s hand, playing with it in both hands now. Ueda sent him a look that was somehow both sleepy and piercing.
“If you paint my nails black I will make you swallow nail polish remover,” he said bluntly. Kame just grinned, despite the shiver that look sent down his spine.
“You sound aggressive for someone on the verge of falling asleep,” he had half expected Ueda to glare at him again but instead he shut his eyes, turning his head further against the couch, nuzzling into the softness, and smiled slightly.
“Shut up,”
Kame grinned again.
“I wouldn’t paint them black, that would be too harsh a colour for your nails, but a dark colour would probably still suit you best,” Ueda opened one eye, a thought suddenly occurring to him.
“Kame, how much nail polish do you own?” Kame smiled sheepishly, revealing that adorable smile that never failed to make a sizeable percentage of the female population keel over backwards.
“People keep giving it to me, wear it in one PV and suddenly you’re a connoisseur,” Ueda laughed softly into the sofa.
“What colours do they give you?”
“All of them! People who remember my colour is pink send me every shade of it they can find-” Ueda laughed again, picturing the rows of pink nail varnish all lined up in Kame’s bathroom cabinet “-but mostly I get a lot of red and black, because of the LIPS PV,” Ueda nodded slowly.
“That suits you though, as a member of KAT-TUN it’s the perfect colour to send you,” he gave a short laugh “I mean, besides pink,” Kame mock glared at him and tugged a little on his fingers.
“Anyway, what do you think of a dark red, that would suit your complexion, and it goes with the band,”
“Technically, isn’t it a bad idea for you to paint my nails at all right now? I’m still filming Konkatsu,”
“You can always take it off,”
“That’s a waste of your nail varnish,” Ueda countered, turning his hand over in Kame’s grasp and pressing the pads of their fingers together.
Kame watched their fingers move together for a moment. Ueda shifted his position so that both shoulders were more or less resting against the back of the sofa and his head was tipped on one side, still resting on the back of the couch but turned so that he could watch their hands through half lidded eyes.
“What if I just painted one, and did the rest when you’re done?” Ueda sighed and smiled, closing his eyes.
“Girl,” he said in a gently accusing tone.
“Oh, shut up,” Kame said, pretending to be annoyed as he reached into his bag and found the bottle of ‘Midnight Rouge’ and twisted off the top, brushing the tiny brush against the side of the opening to rid it of excess nail polish, before setting the bottle down next to the rest and picking up Ueda’s right hand again, carefully painting the colour on.
They sat in silence while Kame applied a second and third coat along with a single coat of clear varnish to stop it chipping too soon. He cradled Ueda’s hand in his while the nail dried and looked up. Ueda was watching him through eyes only just open enough to see out of.
Kame, still holding his right hand so as not ruin the one painted nail, manoeuvred them so that Ueda lay with his head in Kame’s lap, threading his free hand through his hair. After a while he looked up at the ceiling again.
“Hey, Tat-chan, what colour do you think suits us?” he asked tentatively, not stopping the motion of his hand. For a short while Ueda didn’t respond and Kame began to wonder if he had already fallen asleep, but then he suddenly spoke in a soft voice weighed down with fatigue and his response brought a gentle smile to Kame’s lips.
“They haven’t invented that colour yet,”
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Practically falling through his doorway after a long filming session Ueda sighed with relief at being home, throwing down his bag and keys, thinking about taking a shower and grabbing something to eat before going to bed, but a light from the living room caught his eye and he gave a tired smile. Kame must have been waiting for him.
Stepping into the living room his gaze settled on Kame where he sat cross-legged on the couch, a tiny frown creasing his forehead and his tongue poking from the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on his nails. Ueda rolled his eyes and smiled. Kame was painting his nails again; or rather he was painting some of his nails. On the coffee table in front of him were tiny bottles of nail polish and a bottle of remover along with a bad white, yellow, pink and blue cotton buds. Ueda scanned over the bottles, red, black and blue. He raised an eyebrow at the blue; he’d never seen blue on Kame’s nails before.
“One of these days I’m going to have you arrested for wandering in here on your own Kamenashi,” Ueda drawled lazily flopping onto the couch beside his band-mate and drawing up his knees, thinking idly that all they needed was hot chocolate and popcorn and they’d have a real girly sleepover…then he frowned slightly and mentally kicked himself for linking himself and Kame to more feminine images than they already were.
He watched Kame carefully paint the deep scarlet onto his left index fingernail, his face set in concentration as he worked not to get any of the polish on his fingers.
“Why do you feel the need to paint random fingernails Kame?” not looking away from his task Kame replied in a deadpan tone as he painted another coat of black onto his thumbnail.
“Why do you feel the need to wear a single long earring Ueda?” Ueda smirked and raised one eyebrow.
“Touche,” Kame grinned but still didn’t look away from his nails.
Leaning sideways against the back of the couch Ueda watched Kame continue to paint his nails, spreading the red and black over random nails, going back to apply second and third coats until the colour was solid on each nail, clearly reflecting the shapes of the furniture in the room. Watching Kame’s hands move carefully and meticulously he could feel his eyes slowly closing. He was tired, from filming, from the training he’d done beforehand, and from the reduced hours of sleep he’d gotten the previous night after training and running. Ten miles as usual.
Kame finished his nails and turned to Ueda, noticing his eyes were half closed as he leant against the back on the sofa and he smiled softly as he picked up the boxers hands, briefly running his thumbs over the slightly swollen knuckles, his fingertips finding the calluses from playing his guitar. Ueda had once said his favourite feature of his own body was his hands, and Kame wondered, did he mean the way they looked? Or the many things he could do with them? He’d seen Ueda use his hands when he talked, just like most people did, or when KAT-TUN sang on stage, he’d seen him use his hands for all the everyday things everyone else used their own for. But Kame had also seen Ueda do mesmerising things with his hands, the beautiful music he created on piano or guitar, using only his hands was breathtaking, not to mention his punches did not look like child’s play.
Ueda slowly he opened his eyes properly, watching Kame as the younger of the two studies his hands, suddenly he looked up, locking their gazes.
“Hey, Tat-chan, can I paint your nails for you?” Ueda’s expression didn’t change, but he blinked rapidly a few times, apparently taking in the sudden softly spoken request.
“Why in the world would you want to paint my nails Kame?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse, cracking a little with fatigue as it went up questioningly.
“I like your hands,” was Kame’s only answer, he still hadn’t taken his eyes of Ueda’s, and Ueda couldn’t think of any particular reason he could refuse his request.
Kame let one of his hands go to reach towards the coffee table for one of the tiny bottles and Ueda rested his hand back on his knee, watching him.
Kame sat back, turning the bottle of electric blue nail varnish on his fingers, regarding it thoughtfully.
“Your KAT-TUN colour is blue, maybe I should paint your nails blue,” he mused. Ueda looked at the bottle, his eyes narrowing at the garish brightness.
“Kame, remind me when you’re ever seen me wear a shade of blue that wasn’t mixed with grey,” Kame glanced at him before looking thoughtfully at the ceiling, his eyes flickering from invisible point to invisible point as he thought about it, finally he grimaced.
“Those blue and silver coats with all the silver fringing we wore on Shounen club,” he said, his tone suggesting he felt the same way about those costumes as Ueda did.
“Exactly, and we all know how fabulous the six of us looked in those beauties, not to mention my hair was blonde back then,” Kame laughed and reached out, threading his fingers through Ueda’s copper brown bangs.
“Glad you realised what a monstrous mistake that was,” he said teasingly and Ueda reached up to lazily bat at his hand, but with no conviction whatsoever.
“Shut up,” he mumbled.
“You’ve really never worn much blue unless it was pale or greyish, have you?” Kame mused, slightly surprised by the realisation, he knew he himself had worn plenty of bright blue, like the jacket he had worn on Music Station a couple of months ago.
“Bright colours don’t suit me, they look forced and make me look ill,” Kame giggled.
“Trust the mysterious and suspicious member of the group to suit dark colours best of all, that’s really no good you know, blue is your colour,” Ueda sent him a mock glare.
“Then why aren’t your nails pink?” Kame stuck his tongue out.
“Touche,”
After a moment in which Kame failed to let go of Ueda’s hand completely, instead playing with his fingers and running the pads of his own against the toughened skin on Ueda’s knuckles, he tipped his head onto the back of the couch, rolling it onto one side so he could look at Ueda’s drowsy face.
“What colours do you like?” he asked, hearing a tired, cracked tone come into his own voice. Simply sitting here and talking with Ueda was way too damn relaxing, and he liked the feel of Ueda’s hand in his so that didn’t help either.
“The colours I like and the colours I wear aren’t really the same; the colours I wear are sort of tweaked from what I really like so they’ll suit me,”
“Hmmm, your nails should really reflect the colours you wear, so they suit you too,” Kame mumbled, staring down at Ueda’s hand, playing with it in both hands now. Ueda sent him a look that was somehow both sleepy and piercing.
“If you paint my nails black I will make you swallow nail polish remover,” he said bluntly. Kame just grinned, despite the shiver that look sent down his spine.
“You sound aggressive for someone on the verge of falling asleep,” he had half expected Ueda to glare at him again but instead he shut his eyes, turning his head further against the couch, nuzzling into the softness, and smiled slightly.
“Shut up,”
Kame grinned again.
“I wouldn’t paint them black, that would be too harsh a colour for your nails, but a dark colour would probably still suit you best,” Ueda opened one eye, a thought suddenly occurring to him.
“Kame, how much nail polish do you own?” Kame smiled sheepishly, revealing that adorable smile that never failed to make a sizeable percentage of the female population keel over backwards.
“People keep giving it to me, wear it in one PV and suddenly you’re a connoisseur,” Ueda laughed softly into the sofa.
“What colours do they give you?”
“All of them! People who remember my colour is pink send me every shade of it they can find-” Ueda laughed again, picturing the rows of pink nail varnish all lined up in Kame’s bathroom cabinet “-but mostly I get a lot of red and black, because of the LIPS PV,” Ueda nodded slowly.
“That suits you though, as a member of KAT-TUN it’s the perfect colour to send you,” he gave a short laugh “I mean, besides pink,” Kame mock glared at him and tugged a little on his fingers.
“Anyway, what do you think of a dark red, that would suit your complexion, and it goes with the band,”
“Technically, isn’t it a bad idea for you to paint my nails at all right now? I’m still filming Konkatsu,”
“You can always take it off,”
“That’s a waste of your nail varnish,” Ueda countered, turning his hand over in Kame’s grasp and pressing the pads of their fingers together.
Kame watched their fingers move together for a moment. Ueda shifted his position so that both shoulders were more or less resting against the back of the sofa and his head was tipped on one side, still resting on the back of the couch but turned so that he could watch their hands through half lidded eyes.
“What if I just painted one, and did the rest when you’re done?” Ueda sighed and smiled, closing his eyes.
“Girl,” he said in a gently accusing tone.
“Oh, shut up,” Kame said, pretending to be annoyed as he reached into his bag and found the bottle of ‘Midnight Rouge’ and twisted off the top, brushing the tiny brush against the side of the opening to rid it of excess nail polish, before setting the bottle down next to the rest and picking up Ueda’s right hand again, carefully painting the colour on.
They sat in silence while Kame applied a second and third coat along with a single coat of clear varnish to stop it chipping too soon. He cradled Ueda’s hand in his while the nail dried and looked up. Ueda was watching him through eyes only just open enough to see out of.
Kame, still holding his right hand so as not ruin the one painted nail, manoeuvred them so that Ueda lay with his head in Kame’s lap, threading his free hand through his hair. After a while he looked up at the ceiling again.
“Hey, Tat-chan, what colour do you think suits us?” he asked tentatively, not stopping the motion of his hand. For a short while Ueda didn’t respond and Kame began to wonder if he had already fallen asleep, but then he suddenly spoke in a soft voice weighed down with fatigue and his response brought a gentle smile to Kame’s lips.
“They haven’t invented that colour yet,”
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