Fall (it's not just a season) DaixMao fanfic
Title: Fall (it’s not just a season)
Pairing: Hamao Kyousuke and Watanabe Daisuke
Rating: T for Teens (may go up in future chapters)
A/N: Okay first DaiMao fic not to pleased with it but it will continue if anyone wishes for it. Also I have no clue how things occur in teahouses or restaurants over in Japan so I’m just guessing, please forgive any nonaccuracy you find.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dai-chan or Mao-kun other character mentioned are mine so no stealy no ‘sue’-y’ lol.
Summary: Daisuke never planned to get close to anyone he had no time. But when a young man literally falls into his life he has to choose between his career and the direction his heart is trying to tell him to go.
"Chapter 1: Many meetings
“And that is a wrap for today Watanabe-san.”
Daisuke Watanabe accepted the water bottle offered to him and took a small sip using all his willpower not to drain the entire contents of the bottle. He was starting to get sweaty and sticky and all he wanted was a refreshing shower maybe a beer and time in his apartment he could claim as his own.
“Watanabe-san if we are going to make that next appointment you best get to a shower and so we can be on our way. We have that meeting with the director and producer of that new series. They’re hoping to cast you as one of the lead roles in the drama.”
Daisuke looked at agent and manager and sighed. “Tanaku-kun I thought you promised me that if I did this last minute photo shoot for pickups for my book you’d give me the rest of the day off.”
“No, I said if you do this and earn that role that you and everyone else in the world believes you deserve I would give you a day off.” Tanaku Kyosaki stated.
“I don’t believe I deserve the role, it’s just one that I will work hard for to deserve it,“ Daisuke defended himself swallowing the rest of the contents of the bottle not caring anymore. “Now let me get my shower and change. What time is the meeting?”
“It’s 7:30 here.” Tanaku said handing Daisuke a business card with an address on the back. “Wear something casual but professional. I’m sure you can manage that. Don’t be late.”
“Don’t go back on your promise.” Daisuke responded before heading towards his dressing room to shower and change. He allowed to himself to stay under the showerhead for several more minutes chancing being late but enjoying the hot water too much that he almost didn’t care. Shutting the water off he quickly dried off retouched up his hair after drying it and wrapped a white towel around his waist.
He walked out and opened his suitcase. Casual but professional huh? After a few choices he finally decided on a pair of dark khaki and a black turtleneck sweater. He touched up his hair a bit more before heading out to the waiting car.
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“Hamao-san we have an important meeting that will take place tonight in one of the private rooms. I want you to serve them and be on your best behavior. If you do a good job on this I will add more hours to schedule.”
Hamao-Kyosuke nodded timidly fearful opening his mouth and saying something stupid or worse something that could get him fired after only one month of being employed.
“Good now make sure our guests are not interrupted and if they are in need of assistance of any kind you must be there immediately to aid them.”
“Ano, Sukoshi-sama. You did promise I could have tomorrow off to study. Will I still be able to have the day off?”
“Well if you follow instructions correctly tonight, I will give you the day off and most of the following morning.”
Mao smiled brightly and bowed low, “Arigatou gozaimasu.”
“But do not think this will be a recurring event. You have proven to be a decent worker juggling a job as well as classes so I am making an exception. Do not disappoint me.”
Mao bowed low again and headed towards the private room where the meeting would be taking place.
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“Watanabe-san thank you very much for coming. I am Morishiku Yoshito This here is Takemoto Satoshi the producer.”
“Thank you very much for meetings us. I am Tanaku Kyosaki, you of course know Watanabe Daisuke.” Kyosaki bowed in greeting when they reached the entrance of the restaurant.
Daisuke nodded bowing along with Kyosaki. “Please forgive our tardiness. Traffic was not exactly in our favor.”
“Only a few minutes, no one has suffered any.” Morishiku said. “Come I believe they have a private room set up for us.” He led the other three men into the restaurant.
“Ah, welcome, Hamao-kun, please show our guests to the provided room.” Sukoshi instructed.
Mao stepped forward bowing low briefly, “Follow me please” he murmured and lead them to one of the private rooms in the back completely set up for tea and a light dinner. Once the guests had taken their seats Mao excused himself muttering something about going to fetch the tea.
Daisuke smiled at the shy young man and then focused his attention across the table. The meeting began smoothly and discussions about casting Daisuke in the role of the Samurai were detailed.
“Now, I understand this would be your first historical based role am I correct?” Takemoto asked.
“Yes, but it is a role I would embrace and work hard for.” Daisuke said.
“Well you do have the look for it. The character is not like most Samurai. His appearance isn’t one to fit the description of a fighter. If you have no other projects you are under contract with might I offer a contract with us?” Morishiku offered.
“I will be honored to receive the role.” Daisuke said bowing low his fore head nearly touching the table.
Kyosaki bowed as well “It will be a pleasure working with you.”
The door to the room slid open and in stepped the young boy from earlier holding the tray with the tea. He stepped forward only by two steps when everything came to a literal crashing halt. Tea was spilled everywhere as well as glass.
Daisuke was up first moving fast to attempt to catch the boy but it was too late. He looked down to see the boy’s eyes were closed and his hand had a fair sized cut on it from the shards of the broken glass. The tatami mats were now growing small stains of blood. He removed his handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around the cut in order to stop the bleeding.
Sukoshi ran in furious. “Please forgive us. Our servers are more careful than this, I assure you. He will be punished for these actions and.”
“I should say so. Behavior like this should not be tolerated.” Morishiku demanded. “If he were my employee he would be fired this very moment and-“
“I don’t think that is necessary.” Kyosaki said quietly looking at Daisuke. “Is he?’
“He’s unconscious.” Daisuke murmured turning to the owner of the restaurant. “Do you know how long he has been working?”
“Well, he’s been working here and taking college classes I’m not sure in between though.” Sukoshi explained.
“What about today in particular?”
“Well since he had no classes today or so he claimed he has been here since we opened this morning.”
“Has he shown any signs of fatigue or exhaustion or?” Daisuke asked noticing the cut had stopped bleeding for the moment but made a mental note to bandage it up nonetheless.
“Well, he did seem a little faint earlier but I figure it was because he hadn’t been given his break yet.” Sukoshi thought back.
“Was he going to be getting a break?” Daisuke demanded.
“Well, you see he always refuses. He-“
“Well, you will be giving him a long break. He is in no condition to be working right now.” Daisuke said as he gathered the unconscious boy into his arms. “What is his name?”
it took a moment for Sukoshi to remember the young worker’s name.“Hamao, Hamao Kyousuke.”
“I see.” Daisuke turned to look at his agent and the other two men. “Please excuse me this young man needs attention. I will keep in touch.” He didn’t wait for an answer as he carried the boy out of the restaurant and towards the waiting car debating whether to take him to a hospital or back to his apartment. Finally he decided to avoid the medical mumbo jumbo and instructed the driver to take him to his apartment building.
When they reached home Daisuke gathered the boy into his arms again and carried him up the stairs noting the weight of the boy was something that drew attention to itself. Pushing it a side he somehow managed to unlock his door and step into the foyer without dropping the boy. After slipping off his shoes and his feet into some slippers he placed his charge onto his sofa and moved to get a bowl of warm water a rag and his first aid kit.
After bandaging up the cut from earlier which had began to bleed again and double checking to make sure there were no other injuries Daisuke went into his kitchen to make a small bowl of ramen. Moments later he heard a faint groan coming from his living room and he ran in to see the young man trying to sit up.
“Hey, hey, take it easy. You’re in a bit of a bad way.”
Mao looked around fear filling him when he realized he had no idea where he was. “Please I I don’t have any money and I-“ He winced when his head began to spin.
“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you, calm down.” Daisuke said as he gently pushed on the younger man’s shoulders in hopes to make him lay back down. “Please.”
Mao only nodded weakly. “Where am I?”
“You’re in my apartment.” Daisuke answered quietly. “You fainted and nearly hit your head on the table.”
“I feel dizzy and my hand hurts.” Mao said noticing his hand wrapped in a white gauze bandage. “What happened to my?”
“It’s okay it’s just a small cut.” Daisuke said. “If you feel up to it I made some ramen.”
Mao shook his head. “No, I have interfered with your hospitality enough already. I should be going.”
“Hamao, Hamao Kyousuke right?”
“How, how do you know my name?” Mao asked.
“Your boss told me.”
“My boss my, Oh no, I’ll be fired for sure now!” Mao sat up fast in a fit of panic only to lean forward again groaning.
“Hey, hey it’s okay it’s okay.” Daisuke said “You won’t be fired I promise and if you are I won’t just let it sit.”
Mao looked up at the man confused. “Why, why are you doing this for me? You don’t even know me.”
“Do I need a reason to help someone?” Daisuke asked.
“I can’t pay you or anything. I can barely afford my rent and-“
“Hey not every favor needs to be returned this one included.”
“But I-“
“No buts-“
“Please I can’t-“
Daisuke sighed knowing he was on the losing end of this argument. “Okay if you insist. If you want to return the favor then don’t over exhausted yourself and take a rest. Your recovery will be considered the returning of the favor.”
If Mao had been standing or sitting he would have bowed but since his dizziness was preventing that he titled his head down till his chin was touching his neck, “I’m sorry you’ve done all this for me with no questions asked and I don’t even know your name.”
Daisuke smiled warmly, “It’s Watanabe, Watanabe Daisuke.”
Mao’s eyes widened considerably, “Watana- the Watanabe Daisuke?!”
“I’m assuming you’ve heard of me.” Daisuke chuckled.
Mao’s tongue then decided then decided to tie itself in a very complicated knot.
Daisuke noticed the silence and shook his head. “You should probably get some rest. I need to make a few calls.”
Mao wanted to argue again but found his eyelids starting to droop. When had he become so exhausted? He had no time to try to figure it out as his eyes closed completely. Moments later he was asleep.
Daisuke looked at his charge and sighed. There was something about this boy, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Whatever it was the feeling was strong and a strong part of him didn’t want it to fade.
A/N: Anyone likey? Anyone want me to continue? Please comment below to let me know! Also sorry for the length. The future chapters will be longer, promise J Also I apologize for it not being as good as Stefanie’s aka red celtic rose but I did my best!"
Pairing: Hamao Kyousuke and Watanabe Daisuke
Rating: T for Teens (may go up in future chapters)
A/N: Okay first DaiMao fic not to pleased with it but it will continue if anyone wishes for it. Also I have no clue how things occur in teahouses or restaurants over in Japan so I’m just guessing, please forgive any nonaccuracy you find.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Dai-chan or Mao-kun other character mentioned are mine so no stealy no ‘sue’-y’ lol.
Summary: Daisuke never planned to get close to anyone he had no time. But when a young man literally falls into his life he has to choose between his career and the direction his heart is trying to tell him to go.
"Chapter 1: Many meetings
“And that is a wrap for today Watanabe-san.”
Daisuke Watanabe accepted the water bottle offered to him and took a small sip using all his willpower not to drain the entire contents of the bottle. He was starting to get sweaty and sticky and all he wanted was a refreshing shower maybe a beer and time in his apartment he could claim as his own.
“Watanabe-san if we are going to make that next appointment you best get to a shower and so we can be on our way. We have that meeting with the director and producer of that new series. They’re hoping to cast you as one of the lead roles in the drama.”
Daisuke looked at agent and manager and sighed. “Tanaku-kun I thought you promised me that if I did this last minute photo shoot for pickups for my book you’d give me the rest of the day off.”
“No, I said if you do this and earn that role that you and everyone else in the world believes you deserve I would give you a day off.” Tanaku Kyosaki stated.
“I don’t believe I deserve the role, it’s just one that I will work hard for to deserve it,“ Daisuke defended himself swallowing the rest of the contents of the bottle not caring anymore. “Now let me get my shower and change. What time is the meeting?”
“It’s 7:30 here.” Tanaku said handing Daisuke a business card with an address on the back. “Wear something casual but professional. I’m sure you can manage that. Don’t be late.”
“Don’t go back on your promise.” Daisuke responded before heading towards his dressing room to shower and change. He allowed to himself to stay under the showerhead for several more minutes chancing being late but enjoying the hot water too much that he almost didn’t care. Shutting the water off he quickly dried off retouched up his hair after drying it and wrapped a white towel around his waist.
He walked out and opened his suitcase. Casual but professional huh? After a few choices he finally decided on a pair of dark khaki and a black turtleneck sweater. He touched up his hair a bit more before heading out to the waiting car.
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“Hamao-san we have an important meeting that will take place tonight in one of the private rooms. I want you to serve them and be on your best behavior. If you do a good job on this I will add more hours to schedule.”
Hamao-Kyosuke nodded timidly fearful opening his mouth and saying something stupid or worse something that could get him fired after only one month of being employed.
“Good now make sure our guests are not interrupted and if they are in need of assistance of any kind you must be there immediately to aid them.”
“Ano, Sukoshi-sama. You did promise I could have tomorrow off to study. Will I still be able to have the day off?”
“Well if you follow instructions correctly tonight, I will give you the day off and most of the following morning.”
Mao smiled brightly and bowed low, “Arigatou gozaimasu.”
“But do not think this will be a recurring event. You have proven to be a decent worker juggling a job as well as classes so I am making an exception. Do not disappoint me.”
Mao bowed low again and headed towards the private room where the meeting would be taking place.
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“Watanabe-san thank you very much for coming. I am Morishiku Yoshito This here is Takemoto Satoshi the producer.”
“Thank you very much for meetings us. I am Tanaku Kyosaki, you of course know Watanabe Daisuke.” Kyosaki bowed in greeting when they reached the entrance of the restaurant.
Daisuke nodded bowing along with Kyosaki. “Please forgive our tardiness. Traffic was not exactly in our favor.”
“Only a few minutes, no one has suffered any.” Morishiku said. “Come I believe they have a private room set up for us.” He led the other three men into the restaurant.
“Ah, welcome, Hamao-kun, please show our guests to the provided room.” Sukoshi instructed.
Mao stepped forward bowing low briefly, “Follow me please” he murmured and lead them to one of the private rooms in the back completely set up for tea and a light dinner. Once the guests had taken their seats Mao excused himself muttering something about going to fetch the tea.
Daisuke smiled at the shy young man and then focused his attention across the table. The meeting began smoothly and discussions about casting Daisuke in the role of the Samurai were detailed.
“Now, I understand this would be your first historical based role am I correct?” Takemoto asked.
“Yes, but it is a role I would embrace and work hard for.” Daisuke said.
“Well you do have the look for it. The character is not like most Samurai. His appearance isn’t one to fit the description of a fighter. If you have no other projects you are under contract with might I offer a contract with us?” Morishiku offered.
“I will be honored to receive the role.” Daisuke said bowing low his fore head nearly touching the table.
Kyosaki bowed as well “It will be a pleasure working with you.”
The door to the room slid open and in stepped the young boy from earlier holding the tray with the tea. He stepped forward only by two steps when everything came to a literal crashing halt. Tea was spilled everywhere as well as glass.
Daisuke was up first moving fast to attempt to catch the boy but it was too late. He looked down to see the boy’s eyes were closed and his hand had a fair sized cut on it from the shards of the broken glass. The tatami mats were now growing small stains of blood. He removed his handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around the cut in order to stop the bleeding.
Sukoshi ran in furious. “Please forgive us. Our servers are more careful than this, I assure you. He will be punished for these actions and.”
“I should say so. Behavior like this should not be tolerated.” Morishiku demanded. “If he were my employee he would be fired this very moment and-“
“I don’t think that is necessary.” Kyosaki said quietly looking at Daisuke. “Is he?’
“He’s unconscious.” Daisuke murmured turning to the owner of the restaurant. “Do you know how long he has been working?”
“Well, he’s been working here and taking college classes I’m not sure in between though.” Sukoshi explained.
“What about today in particular?”
“Well since he had no classes today or so he claimed he has been here since we opened this morning.”
“Has he shown any signs of fatigue or exhaustion or?” Daisuke asked noticing the cut had stopped bleeding for the moment but made a mental note to bandage it up nonetheless.
“Well, he did seem a little faint earlier but I figure it was because he hadn’t been given his break yet.” Sukoshi thought back.
“Was he going to be getting a break?” Daisuke demanded.
“Well, you see he always refuses. He-“
“Well, you will be giving him a long break. He is in no condition to be working right now.” Daisuke said as he gathered the unconscious boy into his arms. “What is his name?”
it took a moment for Sukoshi to remember the young worker’s name.“Hamao, Hamao Kyousuke.”
“I see.” Daisuke turned to look at his agent and the other two men. “Please excuse me this young man needs attention. I will keep in touch.” He didn’t wait for an answer as he carried the boy out of the restaurant and towards the waiting car debating whether to take him to a hospital or back to his apartment. Finally he decided to avoid the medical mumbo jumbo and instructed the driver to take him to his apartment building.
When they reached home Daisuke gathered the boy into his arms again and carried him up the stairs noting the weight of the boy was something that drew attention to itself. Pushing it a side he somehow managed to unlock his door and step into the foyer without dropping the boy. After slipping off his shoes and his feet into some slippers he placed his charge onto his sofa and moved to get a bowl of warm water a rag and his first aid kit.
After bandaging up the cut from earlier which had began to bleed again and double checking to make sure there were no other injuries Daisuke went into his kitchen to make a small bowl of ramen. Moments later he heard a faint groan coming from his living room and he ran in to see the young man trying to sit up.
“Hey, hey, take it easy. You’re in a bit of a bad way.”
Mao looked around fear filling him when he realized he had no idea where he was. “Please I I don’t have any money and I-“ He winced when his head began to spin.
“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you, calm down.” Daisuke said as he gently pushed on the younger man’s shoulders in hopes to make him lay back down. “Please.”
Mao only nodded weakly. “Where am I?”
“You’re in my apartment.” Daisuke answered quietly. “You fainted and nearly hit your head on the table.”
“I feel dizzy and my hand hurts.” Mao said noticing his hand wrapped in a white gauze bandage. “What happened to my?”
“It’s okay it’s just a small cut.” Daisuke said. “If you feel up to it I made some ramen.”
Mao shook his head. “No, I have interfered with your hospitality enough already. I should be going.”
“Hamao, Hamao Kyousuke right?”
“How, how do you know my name?” Mao asked.
“Your boss told me.”
“My boss my, Oh no, I’ll be fired for sure now!” Mao sat up fast in a fit of panic only to lean forward again groaning.
“Hey, hey it’s okay it’s okay.” Daisuke said “You won’t be fired I promise and if you are I won’t just let it sit.”
Mao looked up at the man confused. “Why, why are you doing this for me? You don’t even know me.”
“Do I need a reason to help someone?” Daisuke asked.
“I can’t pay you or anything. I can barely afford my rent and-“
“Hey not every favor needs to be returned this one included.”
“But I-“
“No buts-“
“Please I can’t-“
Daisuke sighed knowing he was on the losing end of this argument. “Okay if you insist. If you want to return the favor then don’t over exhausted yourself and take a rest. Your recovery will be considered the returning of the favor.”
If Mao had been standing or sitting he would have bowed but since his dizziness was preventing that he titled his head down till his chin was touching his neck, “I’m sorry you’ve done all this for me with no questions asked and I don’t even know your name.”
Daisuke smiled warmly, “It’s Watanabe, Watanabe Daisuke.”
Mao’s eyes widened considerably, “Watana- the Watanabe Daisuke?!”
“I’m assuming you’ve heard of me.” Daisuke chuckled.
Mao’s tongue then decided then decided to tie itself in a very complicated knot.
Daisuke noticed the silence and shook his head. “You should probably get some rest. I need to make a few calls.”
Mao wanted to argue again but found his eyelids starting to droop. When had he become so exhausted? He had no time to try to figure it out as his eyes closed completely. Moments later he was asleep.
Daisuke looked at his charge and sighed. There was something about this boy, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Whatever it was the feeling was strong and a strong part of him didn’t want it to fade.
A/N: Anyone likey? Anyone want me to continue? Please comment below to let me know! Also sorry for the length. The future chapters will be longer, promise J Also I apologize for it not being as good as Stefanie’s aka red celtic rose but I did my best!"