Yamajima // Murder in the Dark
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Title: Murder in the Dark.
Genre: Err.. mystery? Romance? Lol idk.
Rating: PG for kissing.
Summary: Ryosuke hates drama lessons, but a surprise in the darkness threatens to change that...
A/N: The lyrics used are taken from Alice by Tom Waits, though it's not a songfic. This is something random I wrote ages ago and decided to finish. I hope it makes sense and you like it! Enjoy~ ♥
Drama- it had always been an awkward class for Ryosuke. What with being the famous star he was, and the obvious favourite of his drama teacher, he found the expressions of both wistful admiration and jealousy from his classmates enough to make him dread stepping into that room.
Today was no different. After sitting down from being made to perform his monologue a second time, his starry-eyed teacher stood up to address the class. Feeling the presence of so many pairs of resentful eyes upon him made him want to disappear into the wall behind him. Luckily, his teacher had decided it was time for a game- murder in the dark.
Ryosuke breathed a sigh of relief. Murder in the dark meant that all lights were turned off; a perfect opportunity to avoid being stared at. As they all closed their eyes for the teacher to choose the murderer, he wondered whether he could be bothered waiting for the murderer to squeeze his shoulder, or if he would just sit down as soon as he could. He really wasn’t in the mood to find out who the murderer was- last time he had, he remembered with a pang of embarrassment, he had got it right first go and had been subjected to being called Furuhata Chuugakusei by his teacher for days after.
The students opened their eyes and spread around the room in an excited buzz. As all the windows in the drama room had shutters, it really did become pitch black when the lights went off. Ryosuke heard squealing as soon as they did, deciding he would stand where he was until he could sit down without it seeming like he wasn’t taking part.
However, this decision was put to the test when he felt someone almost run into him as they went past. Grudgingly he decided to walk around slowly to avoid any other collisions with excited students.
The lights came on again, making him blink rapidly. As the other students burst into accusations, Ryosuke realised that he was very near a wall; when the lights were turned off again, he would walk to it and stay there for as long as he could.
The lights went off and he reached the wall, giving a sigh of relief as he leaned his back against it. He hated drama. He hated his teacher’s adoration for him. He hated the seething looks he got from the students. He hated how no-one saw past his fame.
A hand clasped his shoulder firmly, making Ryosuke jump out of his reverie. Oh, I’m caught was the only thing he could think, before the hand pushed him back against the wall and kept him there. Another hand reached up, feeling the contours of his face and stopping at the lips.
“What are you doing?”
The person didn’t reply.
It was at this moment that Ryosuke realised just how dark the room really was. He couldn’t see a thing. The person, who must have been standing very close to him (he could feel the warm breath, the stranger’s presence, could easily have reached out to touch them if he wasn’t pressed against the wall), was nowhere to be seen. Even after desperately blinking and looking around, no distinct forms could be made. He felt helpless, blind.
“Listen,” he started, cursing himself for not being able to keep his voice straight, “if this is some kind of joke-”
But his words were cut off by the stranger’s lips against his own. Soft, warm, yet demanding lips moved along his, and Ryosuke became numb at the sensation. A bite on his lips made his mouth open slightly in surprise and the stranger’s tongue roamed inside. He tried to escape but his struggles were becoming increasingly futile, as the kiss was making his mind falter and his knees buckle beneath him. Through the pounding of his heart he was dimly aware that very soon the lights would be turned on again. It would happen any moment now...
As if the stranger had sensed what he was thinking, he pulled back abruptly, giving one last chaste kiss on the lips before moving away into the darkness. Ryosuke was left stunned where he was, trying to regain his breath and prevent himself from falling.
The lights came on again and Ryosuke straightened up, looking around quickly to see if he could spot the person. There was nobody it could be though- they were all spread out around the room, the closest person to him a small, thin girl who Ryosuke knew would never have been able to pin him to the wall. No-one looked suspicious in any way, so Ryosuke resigned himself to sitting down with the others, having being ‘murdered’ after all. He guessed that now all he had to do was wait for the murderer to be found...
And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I’m dead in my grave...
The lights went off again. Who could it have been? The person had been strong enough to hold him down, and taller than him, though that wasn’t saying much. And, it seemed, not too worried about being found out either. Very soon the murderer would be unveiled, and Ryosuke would be able to put a face to the lips that had kissed him, had made him weak with the sensation...he shook himself out of those thoughts. It was wrong, stupid, to feel this way about something like that, to want those lips again...
The bell sounded and Ryosuke’s heart leapt into his throat. But the murderer hasn’t been discovered yet! he thought frantically as the lights were turned on and the students began filing out of class. Forgetting his dislike of the teacher for the moment, he half-ran up to her to ask who the murderer had been.
“Oh!” she said smiling at the other students who had stayed behind, “it was Nakajima. Nakajima Yuuto. He’s pretty good at keeping a secret, isn’t he?”
Ryosuke, his insides now turned to water, looked around the room for him, but he must have already left. Grabbing his books he ran out of class and up the stairs, seeing Yuuto’s tall frame at the end of the corridor. He reached him in no time, moving in front of him and blocking his way. Yuuto looked questioningly at him, though Ryosuke could see that he wasn’t too surprised.
“It was you.”
“Hm?”
“You...you were the murderer” Ryosuke trailed off, confused as to why Yuuto would play dumb. As his eyes drew irresistibly to his lips as they stretched into a smile, Ryosuke knew it must have been him. The sudden urge to kiss him again was almost too strong to bear.
“Yes, I was. Why do you ask, was I that good?” Yuuto asked, chuckling a little.
Yes, yes you were. Ryosuke shook his head. “Listen, I know it was you who did it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” but there was a dangerous look in his eyes that told Ryosuke he knew all to well what he was talking about.
After staring at each other in silence for a moment, Yuuto chuckled again. “See you around, Ryosuke” he said, before turning on his heel and walking on, leaving Ryosuke standing where he was, looking at him. What was that all about?
Realising that he must have been looking strange standing in the middle of the corridor, he started to walk on, but was stopped again by a small piece of paper lying on top of his books. Picking it up curiously, he saw a note scribbled on the other side.
See you in drama.
He scrunched up the note and put it in his pocket. Despite himself, Ryosuke could feel himself smiling. Walking on, he decided that he had a very good feeling that drama was about to get much, much more interesting…
Thanks for reading!! :D
Title: Murder in the Dark.
Genre: Err.. mystery? Romance? Lol idk.
Rating: PG for kissing.
Summary: Ryosuke hates drama lessons, but a surprise in the darkness threatens to change that...
A/N: The lyrics used are taken from Alice by Tom Waits, though it's not a songfic. This is something random I wrote ages ago and decided to finish. I hope it makes sense and you like it! Enjoy~ ♥
Drama- it had always been an awkward class for Ryosuke. What with being the famous star he was, and the obvious favourite of his drama teacher, he found the expressions of both wistful admiration and jealousy from his classmates enough to make him dread stepping into that room.
Today was no different. After sitting down from being made to perform his monologue a second time, his starry-eyed teacher stood up to address the class. Feeling the presence of so many pairs of resentful eyes upon him made him want to disappear into the wall behind him. Luckily, his teacher had decided it was time for a game- murder in the dark.
Ryosuke breathed a sigh of relief. Murder in the dark meant that all lights were turned off; a perfect opportunity to avoid being stared at. As they all closed their eyes for the teacher to choose the murderer, he wondered whether he could be bothered waiting for the murderer to squeeze his shoulder, or if he would just sit down as soon as he could. He really wasn’t in the mood to find out who the murderer was- last time he had, he remembered with a pang of embarrassment, he had got it right first go and had been subjected to being called Furuhata Chuugakusei by his teacher for days after.
The students opened their eyes and spread around the room in an excited buzz. As all the windows in the drama room had shutters, it really did become pitch black when the lights went off. Ryosuke heard squealing as soon as they did, deciding he would stand where he was until he could sit down without it seeming like he wasn’t taking part.
However, this decision was put to the test when he felt someone almost run into him as they went past. Grudgingly he decided to walk around slowly to avoid any other collisions with excited students.
The lights came on again, making him blink rapidly. As the other students burst into accusations, Ryosuke realised that he was very near a wall; when the lights were turned off again, he would walk to it and stay there for as long as he could.
The lights went off and he reached the wall, giving a sigh of relief as he leaned his back against it. He hated drama. He hated his teacher’s adoration for him. He hated the seething looks he got from the students. He hated how no-one saw past his fame.
A hand clasped his shoulder firmly, making Ryosuke jump out of his reverie. Oh, I’m caught was the only thing he could think, before the hand pushed him back against the wall and kept him there. Another hand reached up, feeling the contours of his face and stopping at the lips.
“What are you doing?”
The person didn’t reply.
It was at this moment that Ryosuke realised just how dark the room really was. He couldn’t see a thing. The person, who must have been standing very close to him (he could feel the warm breath, the stranger’s presence, could easily have reached out to touch them if he wasn’t pressed against the wall), was nowhere to be seen. Even after desperately blinking and looking around, no distinct forms could be made. He felt helpless, blind.
“Listen,” he started, cursing himself for not being able to keep his voice straight, “if this is some kind of joke-”
But his words were cut off by the stranger’s lips against his own. Soft, warm, yet demanding lips moved along his, and Ryosuke became numb at the sensation. A bite on his lips made his mouth open slightly in surprise and the stranger’s tongue roamed inside. He tried to escape but his struggles were becoming increasingly futile, as the kiss was making his mind falter and his knees buckle beneath him. Through the pounding of his heart he was dimly aware that very soon the lights would be turned on again. It would happen any moment now...
As if the stranger had sensed what he was thinking, he pulled back abruptly, giving one last chaste kiss on the lips before moving away into the darkness. Ryosuke was left stunned where he was, trying to regain his breath and prevent himself from falling.
The lights came on again and Ryosuke straightened up, looking around quickly to see if he could spot the person. There was nobody it could be though- they were all spread out around the room, the closest person to him a small, thin girl who Ryosuke knew would never have been able to pin him to the wall. No-one looked suspicious in any way, so Ryosuke resigned himself to sitting down with the others, having being ‘murdered’ after all. He guessed that now all he had to do was wait for the murderer to be found...
And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I’m dead in my grave...
The lights went off again. Who could it have been? The person had been strong enough to hold him down, and taller than him, though that wasn’t saying much. And, it seemed, not too worried about being found out either. Very soon the murderer would be unveiled, and Ryosuke would be able to put a face to the lips that had kissed him, had made him weak with the sensation...he shook himself out of those thoughts. It was wrong, stupid, to feel this way about something like that, to want those lips again...
The bell sounded and Ryosuke’s heart leapt into his throat. But the murderer hasn’t been discovered yet! he thought frantically as the lights were turned on and the students began filing out of class. Forgetting his dislike of the teacher for the moment, he half-ran up to her to ask who the murderer had been.
“Oh!” she said smiling at the other students who had stayed behind, “it was Nakajima. Nakajima Yuuto. He’s pretty good at keeping a secret, isn’t he?”
Ryosuke, his insides now turned to water, looked around the room for him, but he must have already left. Grabbing his books he ran out of class and up the stairs, seeing Yuuto’s tall frame at the end of the corridor. He reached him in no time, moving in front of him and blocking his way. Yuuto looked questioningly at him, though Ryosuke could see that he wasn’t too surprised.
“It was you.”
“Hm?”
“You...you were the murderer” Ryosuke trailed off, confused as to why Yuuto would play dumb. As his eyes drew irresistibly to his lips as they stretched into a smile, Ryosuke knew it must have been him. The sudden urge to kiss him again was almost too strong to bear.
“Yes, I was. Why do you ask, was I that good?” Yuuto asked, chuckling a little.
Yes, yes you were. Ryosuke shook his head. “Listen, I know it was you who did it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” but there was a dangerous look in his eyes that told Ryosuke he knew all to well what he was talking about.
After staring at each other in silence for a moment, Yuuto chuckled again. “See you around, Ryosuke” he said, before turning on his heel and walking on, leaving Ryosuke standing where he was, looking at him. What was that all about?
Realising that he must have been looking strange standing in the middle of the corridor, he started to walk on, but was stopped again by a small piece of paper lying on top of his books. Picking it up curiously, he saw a note scribbled on the other side.
See you in drama.
He scrunched up the note and put it in his pocket. Despite himself, Ryosuke could feel himself smiling. Walking on, he decided that he had a very good feeling that drama was about to get much, much more interesting…
Thanks for reading!! :D