[JE]; A Conspiracy?
Title: A Conspiracy?
Pairing: MisaKen (Takahata Misaki x Nakajima Kento)
Notes: I just had to post something. And someone was giving me prompts once again.
Summary:A scarf and a wounded boy's pride equaled to a date. Heh.
They met up in the usual cafe that they often go to. Both of them were not late; in fact, the both of them were early. He was seated at their usual secluded little alcove, sipping coffee while reading one of those English books he seemed to have with him recently. No one disturbed him, and the waitress was tactful enough to quietly refill his glass every time the liquid in it was reduced to less than half of what the glass can handle. He barely raised his head, completely engrossed in what he was reading. A sound alerted him of the arrival of his friend, fifteen minutes before the supposed time they were ought to meet. There was the sound of footsteps and then Nakajima Kento was ducking his head and sliding into the seat in front of him, muttering about how cold the snow was getting outside. Misaki smiled and closed the book he was reading. That can wait for another time.
"You have some snow on your head," he said, reaching across the table to brush off the offending snow. Kento reddened slightly but allowed Misaki to remove the snow, clumsily unwinding the scarf wrapped around his neck in the process.
"I read about it." Nakajima Kento said without preamble. He didn't have his trademark smile or his usual enthusiastic greeting; he was sulking. "You were with Uekusa-kun and the Yamashita brothers... Is this some sort of conspiracy against us in Johnny's? I wanted to see you..." Misaki smiles, loving how bratty Nakaken can be in front of him. Kento seems to be the 'older brother type' in his new group. But it was comforting to see that despite the responsibility he now had of being the oldest in his group, he hasn't changed from the NakaKen that was with him... back when he was still with them. In a way they're all still together, but they all know where they all stand now.
"We were just free. You're busy, right? I want you to do your best!" Misaki said. These words seemed to have the opposite effect of cheering up his friend, however. Kento pouted and picked up the coffee cup that the waitress had set down before him, obviously ordered beforehand by his friend. As expected of Misaki-kun; he's as thoughtful as always. Still, that gesture was not enough to appease his wounded pride.
"You still could have asked me.." he mumbled into his coffee cup. Misaki laughed and retrieved the book beside him, tapping it lightly against Kento's skull.
"Hora~ Is that how a national idol supposed to act? You'll lose you fans if they see you like this," he scolded gently. Kento reddened and covered the spot on his head where Misaki hit him.
"Mou~ will you quit doing that? Even if you hit me lightly, you still have thick books. My brain cells will die and it will be hard for me to remember dance routines and if I fail in national television, I'll not be a good idol anymore. What will you do to compensate for that, eh?" he said in a slightly joking manner. Misaki grinned in return.
"Daijobu, you'll always pull through. You can wreck a stage but no one will notice because you're shining so brightly every time you perform," Misaki teased. The younger boy blushed brightly and covered his face with his hands, a muffled sigh of exasperation and embarrassment coming out from between his fingers.
"Demo, Kento really is awesome ne... despite everything that happened, you still haven't changed. You've grown into a wonderful person, but you're basically the same Nakaji that I know," he said, catching Kento off guard. "Sorry for not telling you, ne? I wanted to surprise you and tell you everything when it's all final..."
"...Ii yo... sorry for acting immature," Kento said apologetically. Both of them laughed awkwardly, realizing how... well, couple-like... they sounded.
"Should we go meet up with Fuma-kun and the rest?" Kento asked. Misaki stood up and stretched, gathering his books beside him and leaving the money for their coffee and a generous tip for the waitress at their table.
"I guess I should. I feel like I've had enough coffee for today," he said, saying the last words in an undertone. Kento laughed as he stood up and put on his hat. Before he could put on his scarf, Misaki picked it up for him and began to place it around his neck. Pulling it in front so that it properly covered Kento's neck, Misaki stood back to look at Kento and nodded in satisfaction.
"There. If by any chance the paparazzi will find you, you'll look as handsome as always,"
MIsaki smiled at Kento's flustered expression, and suddenly a line from the book he was reading flashed through his head.
Happiness is when you clean up your drawer and suddenly find things you though you had lost.
"Misaki-kun? Doushitano?" Kento asked, breaking Misaki's reverie. He smiled and simply shook his head.
"Some things just never change, ne?" he said, making Kento smile and nod his head.
"Somehow, I understand what you mean..."
Together, they went out of the cafe and walked to meet their friends. In a way, they're all still together, but they all know where they all stand now. Still, they know what they all are now.
Friends, irrevocably connected.
Pairing: MisaKen (Takahata Misaki x Nakajima Kento)
Notes: I just had to post something. And someone was giving me prompts once again.
Summary:A scarf and a wounded boy's pride equaled to a date. Heh.
They met up in the usual cafe that they often go to. Both of them were not late; in fact, the both of them were early. He was seated at their usual secluded little alcove, sipping coffee while reading one of those English books he seemed to have with him recently. No one disturbed him, and the waitress was tactful enough to quietly refill his glass every time the liquid in it was reduced to less than half of what the glass can handle. He barely raised his head, completely engrossed in what he was reading. A sound alerted him of the arrival of his friend, fifteen minutes before the supposed time they were ought to meet. There was the sound of footsteps and then Nakajima Kento was ducking his head and sliding into the seat in front of him, muttering about how cold the snow was getting outside. Misaki smiled and closed the book he was reading. That can wait for another time.
"You have some snow on your head," he said, reaching across the table to brush off the offending snow. Kento reddened slightly but allowed Misaki to remove the snow, clumsily unwinding the scarf wrapped around his neck in the process.
"I read about it." Nakajima Kento said without preamble. He didn't have his trademark smile or his usual enthusiastic greeting; he was sulking. "You were with Uekusa-kun and the Yamashita brothers... Is this some sort of conspiracy against us in Johnny's? I wanted to see you..." Misaki smiles, loving how bratty Nakaken can be in front of him. Kento seems to be the 'older brother type' in his new group. But it was comforting to see that despite the responsibility he now had of being the oldest in his group, he hasn't changed from the NakaKen that was with him... back when he was still with them. In a way they're all still together, but they all know where they all stand now.
"We were just free. You're busy, right? I want you to do your best!" Misaki said. These words seemed to have the opposite effect of cheering up his friend, however. Kento pouted and picked up the coffee cup that the waitress had set down before him, obviously ordered beforehand by his friend. As expected of Misaki-kun; he's as thoughtful as always. Still, that gesture was not enough to appease his wounded pride.
"You still could have asked me.." he mumbled into his coffee cup. Misaki laughed and retrieved the book beside him, tapping it lightly against Kento's skull.
"Hora~ Is that how a national idol supposed to act? You'll lose you fans if they see you like this," he scolded gently. Kento reddened and covered the spot on his head where Misaki hit him.
"Mou~ will you quit doing that? Even if you hit me lightly, you still have thick books. My brain cells will die and it will be hard for me to remember dance routines and if I fail in national television, I'll not be a good idol anymore. What will you do to compensate for that, eh?" he said in a slightly joking manner. Misaki grinned in return.
"Daijobu, you'll always pull through. You can wreck a stage but no one will notice because you're shining so brightly every time you perform," Misaki teased. The younger boy blushed brightly and covered his face with his hands, a muffled sigh of exasperation and embarrassment coming out from between his fingers.
"Demo, Kento really is awesome ne... despite everything that happened, you still haven't changed. You've grown into a wonderful person, but you're basically the same Nakaji that I know," he said, catching Kento off guard. "Sorry for not telling you, ne? I wanted to surprise you and tell you everything when it's all final..."
"...Ii yo... sorry for acting immature," Kento said apologetically. Both of them laughed awkwardly, realizing how... well, couple-like... they sounded.
"Should we go meet up with Fuma-kun and the rest?" Kento asked. Misaki stood up and stretched, gathering his books beside him and leaving the money for their coffee and a generous tip for the waitress at their table.
"I guess I should. I feel like I've had enough coffee for today," he said, saying the last words in an undertone. Kento laughed as he stood up and put on his hat. Before he could put on his scarf, Misaki picked it up for him and began to place it around his neck. Pulling it in front so that it properly covered Kento's neck, Misaki stood back to look at Kento and nodded in satisfaction.
"There. If by any chance the paparazzi will find you, you'll look as handsome as always,"
MIsaki smiled at Kento's flustered expression, and suddenly a line from the book he was reading flashed through his head.
Happiness is when you clean up your drawer and suddenly find things you though you had lost.
"Misaki-kun? Doushitano?" Kento asked, breaking Misaki's reverie. He smiled and simply shook his head.
"Some things just never change, ne?" he said, making Kento smile and nod his head.
"Somehow, I understand what you mean..."
Together, they went out of the cafe and walked to meet their friends. In a way, they're all still together, but they all know where they all stand now. Still, they know what they all are now.
Friends, irrevocably connected.