RP FanFic: Beautiful
Title: Beautiful
Rating: G
Warning: N/A
Status: Complete
Characters: Nakai Masahiro, Kimura Takuya
Guest Appearances: Inagaki Goro, Kusanagi Tsuyoshi, Katori Shingo
Pairings/Friendship: Nakai Masahiro + Kimura Takuya, implied one-sided Nakai Masahiro x Kimura Takuya
Timeline: During the SMAP FaNxFuN meeting on the 13th of November.
Summary: Nakai Masahiro hated to admit it, but candlelight always brought the weirdest emotions in him. Always.
A/N: None of the characters/actors belong to me. This work is purely fiction and does not reflect the real opinions/lifestyles of the person(s) involved. Comments and criticisms are welcomed. ENJOY! XD
BEAUTIFUL
‘Uwaa… Kirei…’ [1]
Whoever had said it, Nakai Masahiro was placing his bets on Tsuyoshi, he fully agreed.
All the lights had been switched off; the stage lights, the spotlights, even the audience’s pen lights. The only light left blinking through the pitch black darkness that had covered the dome like a shadowy blanket were the red emergency signs at all the exits. Until the staff members had rolled out the birthday cake, the single candle flickering; its flame fiercer, more beautiful, gentle, luminous and surreal, unhindered by other more glaring sources of harsh light.
Despite the cameras that surrounded them, the SMAP members couldn’t help the boyish awe that lit up their faces as they stared at the sole candle flame.
It was beautiful.
But, Masahiro was no longer talking about the candlelight.
Caught up in the moment, the barest hint of embarrassment still flush on his cheeks, staining them in high colour, his expression a potent mix of shyness, and complete and utter pleasure and delight, Kimura Takuya’s eyes glittered softly in the dark, flickering expressively with a myriad of emotions.
He was beautiful.
Masahiro couldn’t help the way his heart rate sped up; thumping so hard he was sure that everyone could hear it.
It was like that Christmas Eve all over again; the one where, for whatever reason, he and Kimura had decided to pick up girls together under the glow of the illumination of celebration in Tokyo. They had spent a total of two hours, just wandering the streets of Harajuku, half-heartedly chatting with several girls before deciding to return to Masahiro’s apartment and crash at his place. Before they did, they had stopped to buy a Christmas cake, one complete with colourful frosting and even a free red-and-green candy cane shaped candle.
With empty cans of beer strewn on the floor around them, they had drunk and they had laughed; more than a little tipsy, as they talked about everything and nothing. Even now, Masahiro can remember the light buzz in his brain, the comfortable warmth in the pit of his stomach, but he was hard-pressed in actually recalling what their conversation was about.
Minutes ticked by, hours perhaps, and then, the clock struck 12; it was Christmas day. Kimura had suggested they eat the cake, and he brought it out. Masahiro was fuzzy on the details, but he does remember someone switching off the lights and someone lighting up the candle. The boyish look of wonder, the pure and innocent glow in his eyes, that was the moment that stood out in Masahiro’s memory as he looked at his fellow Member from across the cake and Kimura had gazed back at him with an open expression, a wide grin tugging at his lips, his entire face radiant with delight.
The memory flickered, the image overlapping with the picture he had before his eyes; of Kimura, over ten years later, the same expression of joy, not at all dulled by the years that had passed.
It was only for a split second, a fleeting moment, but Kimura must’ve noticed the way Masahiro had suddenly frozen. Tilting his head slightly, he gazed at Masahiro and his eyes softened. And, Masahiro knew.
His fellow Member too was thinking of the exact same thing.
Then, it was over, and before Masahiro could even blink, he was tugged into a semi-circle around the cake. Tsuyoshi’s arm was hot and heavy on his back, but more than that, Masahiro could feel the brush of fingers, barely reaching, barely touching. Another memory flitted across his mind, one where two young boys, merely 17 years of age, had talked boisterously, cake crumbs splattering as they chatted with their mouths full. Back then, in the face of the sudden lull, Kimura had looked at him before bursting out into laughter.
“So messy. You have frosting stuck to your nose.”
His fellow Member had reached out, intent on wiping away the frosting, his fingers barely brushing before Masahiro had pulled away, furiously scrubbing at his nose, trying to hide the flush that had climbed up the back of his neck and was threatening splash across the bridge of his nose.
Kimura had burst out laughing all over again, and though Masahiro had outwardly huffed in indignation, inwardly, he couldn’t take his eyes off his fellow Member. Kimura, on normal occasions, was good-looking. Kimura, on occasions where he was being mischievous, cheerful and carefree, was breathtaking.
Beautiful.
And, despite it being an utter coincidence, Masahiro was glad that the SMAP FaNxFuN Party had coincided with Kimura’s birthday. Seeing his fellow Member now, the shadow of stress momentarily forgotten, the weight of pressure and expectations temporarily lifted from strong and wiry shoulders, reveling in the special moment he could share, not only with his fellow Members, but also with their fans, Masahiro couldn't help the thought that flitted through his mind, the strange feeling that welled up inside him.
Kimura Takuya was beautiful.
And, Nakai Masahiro couldn't believe that he had just thought that.
Well, candlelight did always bring out the weirdest emotions in him. Always.
~OWARI~
[1] "Uwaa... Kirei..." Loosely translated to, "Wah... So beautiful..."
A/N: This fic is loosely inspired by Kimura Takuya's birthday celebration during the SMAP FaNxFuN Party at Tokyo Dome. The story about Kimura-san and Nakai-san hanging out, picking up girls and eating cake at Nakai-san's apartment is loosely inspired the story they told during the ending talk of SMAPxSMAP episode 2001.12.24. xDDD
Rating: G
Warning: N/A
Status: Complete
Characters: Nakai Masahiro, Kimura Takuya
Guest Appearances: Inagaki Goro, Kusanagi Tsuyoshi, Katori Shingo
Pairings/Friendship: Nakai Masahiro + Kimura Takuya, implied one-sided Nakai Masahiro x Kimura Takuya
Timeline: During the SMAP FaNxFuN meeting on the 13th of November.
Summary: Nakai Masahiro hated to admit it, but candlelight always brought the weirdest emotions in him. Always.
A/N: None of the characters/actors belong to me. This work is purely fiction and does not reflect the real opinions/lifestyles of the person(s) involved. Comments and criticisms are welcomed. ENJOY! XD
BEAUTIFUL
‘Uwaa… Kirei…’ [1]
Whoever had said it, Nakai Masahiro was placing his bets on Tsuyoshi, he fully agreed.
All the lights had been switched off; the stage lights, the spotlights, even the audience’s pen lights. The only light left blinking through the pitch black darkness that had covered the dome like a shadowy blanket were the red emergency signs at all the exits. Until the staff members had rolled out the birthday cake, the single candle flickering; its flame fiercer, more beautiful, gentle, luminous and surreal, unhindered by other more glaring sources of harsh light.
Despite the cameras that surrounded them, the SMAP members couldn’t help the boyish awe that lit up their faces as they stared at the sole candle flame.
It was beautiful.
But, Masahiro was no longer talking about the candlelight.
Caught up in the moment, the barest hint of embarrassment still flush on his cheeks, staining them in high colour, his expression a potent mix of shyness, and complete and utter pleasure and delight, Kimura Takuya’s eyes glittered softly in the dark, flickering expressively with a myriad of emotions.
He was beautiful.
Masahiro couldn’t help the way his heart rate sped up; thumping so hard he was sure that everyone could hear it.
It was like that Christmas Eve all over again; the one where, for whatever reason, he and Kimura had decided to pick up girls together under the glow of the illumination of celebration in Tokyo. They had spent a total of two hours, just wandering the streets of Harajuku, half-heartedly chatting with several girls before deciding to return to Masahiro’s apartment and crash at his place. Before they did, they had stopped to buy a Christmas cake, one complete with colourful frosting and even a free red-and-green candy cane shaped candle.
With empty cans of beer strewn on the floor around them, they had drunk and they had laughed; more than a little tipsy, as they talked about everything and nothing. Even now, Masahiro can remember the light buzz in his brain, the comfortable warmth in the pit of his stomach, but he was hard-pressed in actually recalling what their conversation was about.
Minutes ticked by, hours perhaps, and then, the clock struck 12; it was Christmas day. Kimura had suggested they eat the cake, and he brought it out. Masahiro was fuzzy on the details, but he does remember someone switching off the lights and someone lighting up the candle. The boyish look of wonder, the pure and innocent glow in his eyes, that was the moment that stood out in Masahiro’s memory as he looked at his fellow Member from across the cake and Kimura had gazed back at him with an open expression, a wide grin tugging at his lips, his entire face radiant with delight.
The memory flickered, the image overlapping with the picture he had before his eyes; of Kimura, over ten years later, the same expression of joy, not at all dulled by the years that had passed.
It was only for a split second, a fleeting moment, but Kimura must’ve noticed the way Masahiro had suddenly frozen. Tilting his head slightly, he gazed at Masahiro and his eyes softened. And, Masahiro knew.
His fellow Member too was thinking of the exact same thing.
Then, it was over, and before Masahiro could even blink, he was tugged into a semi-circle around the cake. Tsuyoshi’s arm was hot and heavy on his back, but more than that, Masahiro could feel the brush of fingers, barely reaching, barely touching. Another memory flitted across his mind, one where two young boys, merely 17 years of age, had talked boisterously, cake crumbs splattering as they chatted with their mouths full. Back then, in the face of the sudden lull, Kimura had looked at him before bursting out into laughter.
“So messy. You have frosting stuck to your nose.”
His fellow Member had reached out, intent on wiping away the frosting, his fingers barely brushing before Masahiro had pulled away, furiously scrubbing at his nose, trying to hide the flush that had climbed up the back of his neck and was threatening splash across the bridge of his nose.
Kimura had burst out laughing all over again, and though Masahiro had outwardly huffed in indignation, inwardly, he couldn’t take his eyes off his fellow Member. Kimura, on normal occasions, was good-looking. Kimura, on occasions where he was being mischievous, cheerful and carefree, was breathtaking.
Beautiful.
And, despite it being an utter coincidence, Masahiro was glad that the SMAP FaNxFuN Party had coincided with Kimura’s birthday. Seeing his fellow Member now, the shadow of stress momentarily forgotten, the weight of pressure and expectations temporarily lifted from strong and wiry shoulders, reveling in the special moment he could share, not only with his fellow Members, but also with their fans, Masahiro couldn't help the thought that flitted through his mind, the strange feeling that welled up inside him.
Kimura Takuya was beautiful.
And, Nakai Masahiro couldn't believe that he had just thought that.
Well, candlelight did always bring out the weirdest emotions in him. Always.
~OWARI~
[1] "Uwaa... Kirei..." Loosely translated to, "Wah... So beautiful..."
A/N: This fic is loosely inspired by Kimura Takuya's birthday celebration during the SMAP FaNxFuN Party at Tokyo Dome. The story about Kimura-san and Nakai-san hanging out, picking up girls and eating cake at Nakai-san's apartment is loosely inspired the story they told during the ending talk of SMAPxSMAP episode 2001.12.24. xDDD