JUMP; Much Ado About Yamada {YabuYamada, 1/10}
title: Much Ado About Yamada
pairing: Yabumama/Yamada
rating: the use of one of the seven words once, so idk how you'd rate this with that in mind, but this is pretty much g
warnings: see above
word count: 955
notes:... I think this one went downhill once Yamada came in the picture... I AM SORRY THIS IS NOT FUNNY okay. Part of my YAMADA/EVERYONE anthology. Before anyone gets the wrong idea, no, it's not an orgy, and no, it isn't all about romance either.
It's hard, being Yabu.
Everyday, Yabu wakes up at six in the morning -- not because he has to, but because Inoo calls him up right before he leaves for school and sometimes it gets fucking annoying -- and he washes his face before he can see how wasted he looks. Breakfast is a riceball and some green tea, followed by a cheeseburger two hours later at McDonald's courtesy of Takaki, who almost never treats him to anything unless it's underwear. Yabu attempts to strike conversation with his companion. He has to let someone know what he's going through. He needs an outlet. He needs someone to listen to each and every single word he says and --
Takaki's cellphone rings when Yabu opens his mouth to say something. It's a message from a friend, Yabu discerns from the look on Takaki's face. While Takaki types out a reply, Yabu slumps. The recent skyrocketing of Takaki's fame irked him a bit, just a bit. Maybe he was jealous. Maybe, a little. He folds his arms and ponders on this, even when he was well aware of the sizable group of fans gathered outside the fast food chain, snapping pictures of them to post on their blog. Takaki even bothers to wave and say hi.
"Eat your fries, Takaki," Yabu tells him sternly. Takaki reluctantly puts his hand down and proceeds to nibble on a fry.
One o' clock. Yabu arrives at the photo shoot location, and that is when his stress piles up. Chinen and Yuto run around the location, leaving Yabu to clean up after them. Ever so often, he has to shout, "HIKARU STOP HARASSING THE JUNIORS" and "TAKAKI WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING THE HAIR IRON," from across the room. He even fixes Ryutaro's collar (with Ryutaro squirming uncomfortably) right before his turn in front of the camera. These were his unwritten duties.
Then it gets worse. Yabu-kun, Hikaru's picking on me again! Yabu, Inoo-chan won't leave me alone! Yabu-kun, Daiki ate my bento! Did not! Did too! Did not! Did too! Did not times infinity! Did too times infinity plus one!
Yabu-kun this, Yabu-kun that. Yabu is nice enough to put up with them, with JUMP, but it was all too much. They were children, they were his children, but he was not a mother of nine, he refused to be a mother of nine, and he did not want to be one. Julie always told him that life was unfair, take it or leave it, and while you're at it get me a latte -- Yabu hates that. Yabu hates that he has to suck it up and deal with it. He hates that he can't do anything about the stress, the fact that he has to deal with these kids 24/7, no breaks. It's not that he doesn't love JUMP, but if he hears another whiny Yabu-kun, he swears that he will snap and tell whoever that was to shut. The hell. Up. Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up.
"Yabu-kun," he hears someone say.
"Please go awa--" Oh. It is Yamada. Better show him that he's alright, everything is perfectly fine, nothing to see, move on. "Oh, it's the pig."
"Don't call me that!" Yamada replies, yet he smiles (Yabu likes it when Yamada smiles, he wonders if that should be his next wallpaper) and sits next to him. Yabu didn't expect that. Oh well, he enjoys Yamada's company anyway. Constantly mentioning him in magazines wasn't all about getting a quick popularity boost, after all.
"Sorry about Chinen," Yamada begins.
Yabu does not let him finish; with a face like that, he'd probably forgive Chinen for anything.
"Mm, yeah. Tell him it's okay."
He also doesn't want to be bothered any further.
Yamada is surprised. "Chinen tells everyone that you, Takaki and Hikaru-kun had a threesome by texting all the juniors with your cellphone and you're fine with that?"
"He what." You know what, forget it. Screw it all. It's not like denying any of his relations would make a difference anyway, although he is still pretty pissed, because if it reaches Shoon --
"I thought you knew, you looked pretty fed up a while ago," Yamada's voice trails off.
"Gossip dies out quickly," is all Yabu can say. "We can laugh about it in a week."
He must have said something admirable, because the next thing he knows, Yamada says something along the lines of, "I wish I was like you."
It wasn't sarcasm or brown nosing. Yamada was a good kid.
"When someone spreads a rumor, I try not to cry. When people say bad things about me, I get hurt. I get insecure. You know that feeling, don't you? And the stress. The drama, the guesting, the concerts -- I don't know. Sometimes I feel like quitting, but that would let everyone down, wouldn't it? You're strong-willed, confident, everything an idol should be. I wish I could be like that. Being an idol..."
Yabu willingly listens, and understands. His workload was always the heaviest back in the day, and the rumors were something. Yamada was only a kid, after all. "It's not all it's cracked up to be, huh?"
Yamada nods.
"You'll get the hang of it someday. I've got your back," Yabu beams. Who cares if no one's got his back? Yamada was fine, Yabu was fine, end of story. He ruffles Yamada's hair, and Yamada tells him to stop it, he's not a kid anymore, yet Yamada giggles; Yabu hates playing favorites, but if an eighteen-year-old with a mother complex had to pick, it would have to be this one.
Poll
pairing: Yabumama/Yamada
rating: the use of one of the seven words once, so idk how you'd rate this with that in mind, but this is pretty much g
warnings: see above
word count: 955
notes:... I think this one went downhill once Yamada came in the picture... I AM SORRY THIS IS NOT FUNNY okay. Part of my YAMADA/EVERYONE anthology. Before anyone gets the wrong idea, no, it's not an orgy, and no, it isn't all about romance either.
It's hard, being Yabu.
Everyday, Yabu wakes up at six in the morning -- not because he has to, but because Inoo calls him up right before he leaves for school and sometimes it gets fucking annoying -- and he washes his face before he can see how wasted he looks. Breakfast is a riceball and some green tea, followed by a cheeseburger two hours later at McDonald's courtesy of Takaki, who almost never treats him to anything unless it's underwear. Yabu attempts to strike conversation with his companion. He has to let someone know what he's going through. He needs an outlet. He needs someone to listen to each and every single word he says and --
Takaki's cellphone rings when Yabu opens his mouth to say something. It's a message from a friend, Yabu discerns from the look on Takaki's face. While Takaki types out a reply, Yabu slumps. The recent skyrocketing of Takaki's fame irked him a bit, just a bit. Maybe he was jealous. Maybe, a little. He folds his arms and ponders on this, even when he was well aware of the sizable group of fans gathered outside the fast food chain, snapping pictures of them to post on their blog. Takaki even bothers to wave and say hi.
"Eat your fries, Takaki," Yabu tells him sternly. Takaki reluctantly puts his hand down and proceeds to nibble on a fry.
One o' clock. Yabu arrives at the photo shoot location, and that is when his stress piles up. Chinen and Yuto run around the location, leaving Yabu to clean up after them. Ever so often, he has to shout, "HIKARU STOP HARASSING THE JUNIORS" and "TAKAKI WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING THE HAIR IRON," from across the room. He even fixes Ryutaro's collar (with Ryutaro squirming uncomfortably) right before his turn in front of the camera. These were his unwritten duties.
Then it gets worse. Yabu-kun, Hikaru's picking on me again! Yabu, Inoo-chan won't leave me alone! Yabu-kun, Daiki ate my bento! Did not! Did too! Did not! Did too! Did not times infinity! Did too times infinity plus one!
Yabu-kun this, Yabu-kun that. Yabu is nice enough to put up with them, with JUMP, but it was all too much. They were children, they were his children, but he was not a mother of nine, he refused to be a mother of nine, and he did not want to be one. Julie always told him that life was unfair, take it or leave it, and while you're at it get me a latte -- Yabu hates that. Yabu hates that he has to suck it up and deal with it. He hates that he can't do anything about the stress, the fact that he has to deal with these kids 24/7, no breaks. It's not that he doesn't love JUMP, but if he hears another whiny Yabu-kun, he swears that he will snap and tell whoever that was to shut. The hell. Up. Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up.
"Yabu-kun," he hears someone say.
"Please go awa--" Oh. It is Yamada. Better show him that he's alright, everything is perfectly fine, nothing to see, move on. "Oh, it's the pig."
"Don't call me that!" Yamada replies, yet he smiles (Yabu likes it when Yamada smiles, he wonders if that should be his next wallpaper) and sits next to him. Yabu didn't expect that. Oh well, he enjoys Yamada's company anyway. Constantly mentioning him in magazines wasn't all about getting a quick popularity boost, after all.
"Sorry about Chinen," Yamada begins.
Yabu does not let him finish; with a face like that, he'd probably forgive Chinen for anything.
"Mm, yeah. Tell him it's okay."
He also doesn't want to be bothered any further.
Yamada is surprised. "Chinen tells everyone that you, Takaki and Hikaru-kun had a threesome by texting all the juniors with your cellphone and you're fine with that?"
"He what." You know what, forget it. Screw it all. It's not like denying any of his relations would make a difference anyway, although he is still pretty pissed, because if it reaches Shoon --
"I thought you knew, you looked pretty fed up a while ago," Yamada's voice trails off.
"Gossip dies out quickly," is all Yabu can say. "We can laugh about it in a week."
He must have said something admirable, because the next thing he knows, Yamada says something along the lines of, "I wish I was like you."
It wasn't sarcasm or brown nosing. Yamada was a good kid.
"When someone spreads a rumor, I try not to cry. When people say bad things about me, I get hurt. I get insecure. You know that feeling, don't you? And the stress. The drama, the guesting, the concerts -- I don't know. Sometimes I feel like quitting, but that would let everyone down, wouldn't it? You're strong-willed, confident, everything an idol should be. I wish I could be like that. Being an idol..."
Yabu willingly listens, and understands. His workload was always the heaviest back in the day, and the rumors were something. Yamada was only a kid, after all. "It's not all it's cracked up to be, huh?"
Yamada nods.
"You'll get the hang of it someday. I've got your back," Yabu beams. Who cares if no one's got his back? Yamada was fine, Yabu was fine, end of story. He ruffles Yamada's hair, and Yamada tells him to stop it, he's not a kid anymore, yet Yamada giggles; Yabu hates playing favorites, but if an eighteen-year-old with a mother complex had to pick, it would have to be this one.
Poll