drabbles #1
[07.18.2008]
Assumptions (Jin x Shige; PG) for mujun's comment fic challenge #6.
On the Monday after his birthday, Jin calls Shige in the middle of the night. Shige is busy going over some things for his one man play but when he hears Jin’s voice, he puts aside everything in shock.
Jin is hesitant and stumbling over his words, and Shige instantly thinks Jin is quite possibly (most likely) drunk. If what Yamapi and Ryo told him was correct, Jin had a wild party streak in him and a strong penchant for alcohol, so it wouldn’t surprise Shige if Jin was under the influence.
That is why, when Jin asks Shige to come over to do a favor for him and doesn’t even specify the job, Shige is all ready to hang up on him. Belatedly, Shige thinks if it were anyone else, he might have. Except he doesn’t, because this is Akanishi Jin. He’s a guy Shige has only spoken to in very polite conversation, a guy he knows about only through Yamapi’s and Ryo’s stories. Besides, Jin certainly sounds lucid enough to be sober, and it doesn’t help that Shige is a curious boy by nature. What on earth could Jin want with Shige, of all people?
So, to his mild surprise, he agrees. Jin gives directions to his apartment and Shige realizes that Jin lives only about twenty minutes away by car. He promises to be at Jin’s place by the hour, but as he gets into his car, questions dominate his thoughts and rattle his brain. Why did Jin even have Shige’s number? What kind of favor was Jin asking of Shige? Was it safe? Legal?
He feels dread start to scratch at the pit of his stomach and the drive to Jin’s house feels excessively long, but finally he gets there, and when he rings the doorbell the door opens with a jolt. They stand staring at each other, and Jin looks a little surprised to see him, “I didn’t think you would actually come.”
Shige just shrugs, “You said you needed a favor?”
“Come in,” Jin finally remembers his manners and steps aside to let Shige in. As Shige gives Jin’s apartment a once over, he feels a slight astonishment at the sight. It shouldn’t have been shocking; Jin’s apartment is a neat living space with very little disarray. To most, this would seem perfectly normal, but Shige vaguely remembers Ryo telling horror stories about Jin’s messy apartment. For some reason, the…neatness, how clean the rooms are, makes him uneasy.
Jin notices Shige’s furrowed brow and quick glances around the room and he smiles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head, “Yeah, it’s a little plain, but it’s home.”
Shige shakes his head, “No, it’s not that. I was just-“ and he can’t believe he is going to say this, but Shige is king at putting his foot into his mouth, “I was just under the impression that you had…a messier lifestyle.”
“Ah, you mean Ryo-chan and Pi,” Jin brings him into the kitchen and Shige stumbles behind him, “I mess up the place when they come by.”
Jin’s deadpan comment makes Shige’s eyes widen. Jin routinely messes up his place for his friends? Shige is sure that even to the most illogical of folk, that wouldn’t make any sense. “But, what’s wrong with being clean?”
“The last time this place was clean and they were here, they thought I had a girl on the side and wouldn’t let me live it down,” Jin rolls his eyes mildly and opens the refrigerator, “Sometimes it’s hard for people to see change, or past a persona they’ve known for years.” Jin says the words in a brittle tone, resignedly, and Shige wonders if this is a topic Jin frequently thinks about.
Then Shige peers into the refrigerator and his jaw drops at the sight, “Aren’t you a little old for this? For artery clogging and heart attacks, I mean.”
Jin looks at the five gigantic boxes of cake and he sighs, “Yeah, but everyone else doesn’t seem to think so.” Jin raps his knuckles on the freezer door, “There are two more in here. Ice cream cake.”
Shige doesn’t think he had that much cake for his past three birthdays combined, “That’s…you’re very well loved.”
At that, Jin laughs harshly, “No, I’m really not. It’s easier to buy cake than real gifts that mean something.”
Jin looks at the cakes with contemplation and Shige looks at Jin. At that moment, Shige remembers Yamapi telling him that Jin had the purest of hearts, but as Shige observes the man in front of him, he wonders what had caused him to be so jaded. Or maybe Jin had been like that all this time and it was just that no one had realized it. Who really knew?
Then Shige forces himself to stop, because he has no business wondering about Jin in such a way. He attempts to get back on track, “So, the favor?”
“Right,” Jin waves to the cake with a flourish, “Your birthday is coming up, right?”
Shige is surprised Jin even knows that, but he nods, “Yes.”
With dead serious eyes, Jin gestures at the packages, “Have some cake.” Shige just looks at him as he turns to a drawer and pulls out a huge box of birthday candles, “These were a prank gift for me, so obviously I don’t need them. You can take them. With the cake. ”
“I, you want me…to eat your cakes?” Shige can feel a headache coming on and he lets out a soft groan. Why did he take the effort to come here again?
Jin starts pulling out the massive boxes and placing them on the counter, “Consider this an early birthday present.”
This is the first time Jin has ever bothered to give Shige a gift, and they both know it’s a crappy one at that. “Er, thanks for your leftovers.”
A laugh erupts from Jin’s mouth, “Don’t take it personally. They taste amazing, but I just didn’t want to eat them anymore. I thought it might be better if I gave them away instead of throwing it all out.”
Shige is beginning to think there might be more to it, something underlying Jin’s refusal to eat, since clearly Jin is a more complex man that Shige had originally thought. After all, he had always been under the impression that Jin was the type to never refuse food. But at this point, it is clear that he really has no idea who Akanishi Jin is, what type of person he is in real life.
“Akanishi-kun,” he says gently, “I have nowhere to put these. I’m glad you thought of me, but what am I going to do with all this cake?”
Jin grunts, as if he was expecting the negative response all along, “True.” There is a pause and then his eyes harden, “Then I guess I have to throw these out.” Jin looks at Shige as if to dare him to challenge Jin’s decision, to freak out and try to think of a way to salvage the baked goods.
But Shige doesn’t say anything as he helps Jin pick up the boxes and they walk together to the apartment’s dumpster. After Shige watches Jin throw away his cake without a twinge of remorse, Jin looks at him with hooded eyes, “Sorry for making you come out here then. Tonight was a bust.”
Jin walks Shige out to his car, and he’s all set to get in and drive home and pretend this never happened, but out of all the questions speeding through his head, one demands to be answered.
“Akanishi-kun…why me?”
And Jin could say it was for his upcoming birthday or something equally nice, but they both know that’s not the real reason.
Jin pauses, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, “Because Yamapi, and even Ryo sometimes, seem to think you’re okay. That, and for some reason, I didn’t think you’d give me a hard time about throwing out the cake. I…I needed someone to not say that I was being stupid. So thanks for not saying anything, Kato-kun.”
They say goodnight politely, Jin wishing Shige an early happy birthday before heading into the apartment. But Shige sits outside a while longer, drums an anxious rhythm on his steering wheel, and thinks about what had just transpired that night. He thinks about Jin’s apartment, about the cake, about why Jin asked Shige to come out.
But mostly, Shige thinks about how stupid he has been to make all these assumptions about Jin without ever bothering to prove them. Any previous thoughts he’s had about Jin have been completely shattered by this one meeting, and Shige vows to himself that he doesn’t want to be that type of person anymore, the type to listen to hearsay without actually getting to know someone.
With that in mind, he starts his car and revs his engine, wondering if he’ll talk to Jin, the one no one else seems to know about, again.
Koyama is stuck in a tree and Pi helps him out (Koyama x Pi; PG-13) for the KoyamaPi!ficathon.
Koyama is out enjoying a nice, unassuming day in the park with his cat, when all of sudden there is a bark and a Rottweiler running past and Nyanta freaks out, dashing away from Koyama before he can blink and climbing up the nearest tree in terror.
He spends about five minutes trying his best to lure Nyanta down, with treats in his pocket and happy goofy grins and declarations of love. But Nyanta refuses to budge, staring his wide cat eyes at Koyama resolutely. Finally Koyama sighs, stretches his lean muscles, and decides that the only thing to do at that point was to climb after him.
So he does, gingerly and awkwardly, but he’s a flexible guy so it doesn’t take long for him to reach the top. He coos and clicks at Nyanta, who finally deigns to come closer to him and he grabs the anxious cat gently. Then he pauses.
He looks down and swears. With an uneasy start, he realizes that while it may have been hard to climb down alone, it would be even more difficult with Nyanta in his arms. He briefly considers calling Shige for help, but that idea is quickly shot down as he thinks of Shige’s reaction. Shige would probably never let him live it down (and since Shige’s smart, he’d probably take pictures and use them as blackmail, or worse).
Then he remembers about calling the fire department, because it was their job to do things like this, right? So he carefully reaches in his pocket for his cell phone, but finds nothing. Koyama’s eyes widen and he peers anxiously on the ground. The phone shines mockingly at him twenty feet away.
He stifles a curse and glares at Nyanta with as much hate as he can possibly muster (which isn’t much, considering it’s him). “This is all your fault.”
Nyanta only purrs in response and at that moment, he hears a voice from behind him, “Sir, what are you doing?”
Koyama whips his head around and barely manages to keep his balance. Then he sighs, “Oh, I was hoping you were a fireman.”
The man on the ground just looks at him, black locks tumbling over his eyes, and Koyama stares a little at his handsome face before the man pipes up, “Sorry to disappoint. You’ll have to make do with me. I’m Yamashita.”
Koyama grips Nyanta tighter, “The name’s Koyama. Could you help us down?”
“You happen to be in luck. I’m in charge of the grounds,” Pi says with a pretended air and his eyes crinkle merrily. He brings his voice low to an exaggerated whisper, “I’m a very important person here.”
He then jogs away and ignores Koyama’s feeble calls after him, but thankfully it only takes Yamashita two minutes to return, ladder in tow. He props the ladder against the tree branch Koyama is hugging for his life, and Koyama somehow manages to climb down with a meowing, thrashing Nyanta.
When they are both safely down, Yamashita preens, “Isn’t it great that I happened to be walking by just then? Otherwise you could have been stuck for ages.” He picks up Koyama’s cell, brushing the dirt off and Koyama accepts it wearily.
“I’m very grateful, really. Is there any way I can repay you?” Koyama asks teasingly, but Yamashita just looks at him, eyelashes fluttering and mouth pursing open.
Koyama’s breath catches, and he grins.
Later in the tool shed, as Koyama mouths him and takes him all in, as hands slide and teeth nip and eyes glaze over, Yamashita breathes through his nose painfully, “About that fireman thing…we can always pretend.”
In response, Koyama reaches upward to tweak his nipple and Yamashita’s head crashes against the wall.
Koyama is having a bad day and needs comforting (Koyama-centric, PG) for moonbyrd.
Koyama hates that he talks and talks and tries so hard but no one listens to him. No matter how hard he tries or what he talks about, it’s as if everyone he holds dear has just learned how to tune him out, focus on more important things.
He doesn’t know quite what to do when he realizes this. In all his years, he hasn’t done anything besides talk talk talk. But he wonders why he’s never noticed before that people weren’t paying attention, that he’s never been important enough for their time and energy.
But still he tries, thinking these are his friends. They’ll see what’s going on sooner or later. He giggles extra hard in the NEWS dressing room, talks at a 100 miles per minute. He screams inside his head, PAY ATTENTION TO ME, yet Yamapi is still chatting with Ryo, Massu is reading a fashion magazine, and Tegoshi and Shige are doing homework.
Nothing. No one is there for him. Never, and certainly not today when he needs their reassurance most. Not even his pride and joy, his friends, his best friend. No one.
So he gives up, can’t muster up the energy to do anything else. From that day on, it’s like his life dissolves, and aside from half hearted TV spots, he never speaks to his members again.
It is only then that they notice, but for Koyama, it is too late.
Private Eye, Masuda Takahisa (Massu-centric; PG-13) for the massu thon.
The office is dimly lit and sparsely decorated. Mysterious, one might say, just perfect for a private eye. But as Shige observes the man in front of him, with his bright blue pants and rocket boy shoes, he isn’t too sure if he’s in the right place. “You’re the private eye, Masuda Takahisa-san?”
“Yup,” Massu grins, plopping down in his oversized swivel chair. He spins a bit and Shige stares, “Is there anything I can help you with?”
Shige is about to turn straight around and go look for another detective, but his friends recommended this guy to him, saying he’s the best of the best. And Shige is desperate, under a time crunch and he needs the information fast.
So he sighs, sits down in the chair opposite Massu’s desk, which is cluttered with random toys and objects, most of them very shiny. Shige thinks he’s going to need a smoke for this, and he pulls out a pack with a deft hand. When he lights his cigarette, Massu’s nose crinkles and Shige almost feels bad about it. He breathes slowly, lets the smoke waft about them and tickle their faces, “So how much for surveillance?”
Massu leans back in his chair, half to avoid the smoke and half because he can, “Depends.” He looks at Shige with serious eyes, “How badly do you need the information?”
“Pretty badly,” Shige admits, and breathes a couple more times for good measure, savoring the flavor while he can. “My parents want to meet him.”
Massu’s hand pauses minutely as he takes out a notepad, “A lover?” he asks neutrally.
Shige nods, reaches into his finely tailored jacket and pulls out some photos. “Koyama Keiichiro, twenty four years old. We’ve been together for the past year…he’s always been a pretty popular guy.”
“You want to make sure he’s not cheating on you,” Massu flips through the photographs, all of which feature a handsome man with a cheerful smile and crinkly eyes. He can see why this guy would be so popular, can see the charm that seems to exude from every pore of this Koyama’s being. He then sneaks a glance at Shige’s dour face, and naturally assumes that Shige isn’t at the same level. “Why do you think he’s cheating on you, Kato-san?”
At that, Shige falters, “I…don’t. Really. I just want to make sure, before I introduce him to my parents. I’m...the exact type.” He laughs awkwardly, “Some would call me anal.”
And Massu could make a bad joke about that but instead he smiles, “Well then, if you give me further details about Koyama-san, I should be able to get started right away.”
Shige almost looks surprised but then he stammers a quick thanks and proceeds to sort out the logistics of Massu following Koyama around.
After almost an hour, they are done organizing Massu’s mission and Shige is about to exit the office when he pauses, “Can I make a statement, Masuda-san?”
Massu is already playing with a bright purple top but he nods, “Of course.”
Shige eyes Massu’s clothes and toys and array of random and he cringes, “You don’t exactly…scream private eye to me. How did you become a private detective?”
He pauses the top mid-rotation and Massu looks at Shige long and hard, his eyes deep with something hidden, “It’s because I’m like this that I’m perfect for the job. No one would suspect little ole me, now would they?”
And he lets out a deep chuckle as the top spins again and again and again.
AN: The first of many drabble posts XD Enjoy!
Assumptions (Jin x Shige; PG) for mujun's comment fic challenge #6.
On the Monday after his birthday, Jin calls Shige in the middle of the night. Shige is busy going over some things for his one man play but when he hears Jin’s voice, he puts aside everything in shock.
Jin is hesitant and stumbling over his words, and Shige instantly thinks Jin is quite possibly (most likely) drunk. If what Yamapi and Ryo told him was correct, Jin had a wild party streak in him and a strong penchant for alcohol, so it wouldn’t surprise Shige if Jin was under the influence.
That is why, when Jin asks Shige to come over to do a favor for him and doesn’t even specify the job, Shige is all ready to hang up on him. Belatedly, Shige thinks if it were anyone else, he might have. Except he doesn’t, because this is Akanishi Jin. He’s a guy Shige has only spoken to in very polite conversation, a guy he knows about only through Yamapi’s and Ryo’s stories. Besides, Jin certainly sounds lucid enough to be sober, and it doesn’t help that Shige is a curious boy by nature. What on earth could Jin want with Shige, of all people?
So, to his mild surprise, he agrees. Jin gives directions to his apartment and Shige realizes that Jin lives only about twenty minutes away by car. He promises to be at Jin’s place by the hour, but as he gets into his car, questions dominate his thoughts and rattle his brain. Why did Jin even have Shige’s number? What kind of favor was Jin asking of Shige? Was it safe? Legal?
He feels dread start to scratch at the pit of his stomach and the drive to Jin’s house feels excessively long, but finally he gets there, and when he rings the doorbell the door opens with a jolt. They stand staring at each other, and Jin looks a little surprised to see him, “I didn’t think you would actually come.”
Shige just shrugs, “You said you needed a favor?”
“Come in,” Jin finally remembers his manners and steps aside to let Shige in. As Shige gives Jin’s apartment a once over, he feels a slight astonishment at the sight. It shouldn’t have been shocking; Jin’s apartment is a neat living space with very little disarray. To most, this would seem perfectly normal, but Shige vaguely remembers Ryo telling horror stories about Jin’s messy apartment. For some reason, the…neatness, how clean the rooms are, makes him uneasy.
Jin notices Shige’s furrowed brow and quick glances around the room and he smiles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head, “Yeah, it’s a little plain, but it’s home.”
Shige shakes his head, “No, it’s not that. I was just-“ and he can’t believe he is going to say this, but Shige is king at putting his foot into his mouth, “I was just under the impression that you had…a messier lifestyle.”
“Ah, you mean Ryo-chan and Pi,” Jin brings him into the kitchen and Shige stumbles behind him, “I mess up the place when they come by.”
Jin’s deadpan comment makes Shige’s eyes widen. Jin routinely messes up his place for his friends? Shige is sure that even to the most illogical of folk, that wouldn’t make any sense. “But, what’s wrong with being clean?”
“The last time this place was clean and they were here, they thought I had a girl on the side and wouldn’t let me live it down,” Jin rolls his eyes mildly and opens the refrigerator, “Sometimes it’s hard for people to see change, or past a persona they’ve known for years.” Jin says the words in a brittle tone, resignedly, and Shige wonders if this is a topic Jin frequently thinks about.
Then Shige peers into the refrigerator and his jaw drops at the sight, “Aren’t you a little old for this? For artery clogging and heart attacks, I mean.”
Jin looks at the five gigantic boxes of cake and he sighs, “Yeah, but everyone else doesn’t seem to think so.” Jin raps his knuckles on the freezer door, “There are two more in here. Ice cream cake.”
Shige doesn’t think he had that much cake for his past three birthdays combined, “That’s…you’re very well loved.”
At that, Jin laughs harshly, “No, I’m really not. It’s easier to buy cake than real gifts that mean something.”
Jin looks at the cakes with contemplation and Shige looks at Jin. At that moment, Shige remembers Yamapi telling him that Jin had the purest of hearts, but as Shige observes the man in front of him, he wonders what had caused him to be so jaded. Or maybe Jin had been like that all this time and it was just that no one had realized it. Who really knew?
Then Shige forces himself to stop, because he has no business wondering about Jin in such a way. He attempts to get back on track, “So, the favor?”
“Right,” Jin waves to the cake with a flourish, “Your birthday is coming up, right?”
Shige is surprised Jin even knows that, but he nods, “Yes.”
With dead serious eyes, Jin gestures at the packages, “Have some cake.” Shige just looks at him as he turns to a drawer and pulls out a huge box of birthday candles, “These were a prank gift for me, so obviously I don’t need them. You can take them. With the cake. ”
“I, you want me…to eat your cakes?” Shige can feel a headache coming on and he lets out a soft groan. Why did he take the effort to come here again?
Jin starts pulling out the massive boxes and placing them on the counter, “Consider this an early birthday present.”
This is the first time Jin has ever bothered to give Shige a gift, and they both know it’s a crappy one at that. “Er, thanks for your leftovers.”
A laugh erupts from Jin’s mouth, “Don’t take it personally. They taste amazing, but I just didn’t want to eat them anymore. I thought it might be better if I gave them away instead of throwing it all out.”
Shige is beginning to think there might be more to it, something underlying Jin’s refusal to eat, since clearly Jin is a more complex man that Shige had originally thought. After all, he had always been under the impression that Jin was the type to never refuse food. But at this point, it is clear that he really has no idea who Akanishi Jin is, what type of person he is in real life.
“Akanishi-kun,” he says gently, “I have nowhere to put these. I’m glad you thought of me, but what am I going to do with all this cake?”
Jin grunts, as if he was expecting the negative response all along, “True.” There is a pause and then his eyes harden, “Then I guess I have to throw these out.” Jin looks at Shige as if to dare him to challenge Jin’s decision, to freak out and try to think of a way to salvage the baked goods.
But Shige doesn’t say anything as he helps Jin pick up the boxes and they walk together to the apartment’s dumpster. After Shige watches Jin throw away his cake without a twinge of remorse, Jin looks at him with hooded eyes, “Sorry for making you come out here then. Tonight was a bust.”
Jin walks Shige out to his car, and he’s all set to get in and drive home and pretend this never happened, but out of all the questions speeding through his head, one demands to be answered.
“Akanishi-kun…why me?”
And Jin could say it was for his upcoming birthday or something equally nice, but they both know that’s not the real reason.
Jin pauses, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, “Because Yamapi, and even Ryo sometimes, seem to think you’re okay. That, and for some reason, I didn’t think you’d give me a hard time about throwing out the cake. I…I needed someone to not say that I was being stupid. So thanks for not saying anything, Kato-kun.”
They say goodnight politely, Jin wishing Shige an early happy birthday before heading into the apartment. But Shige sits outside a while longer, drums an anxious rhythm on his steering wheel, and thinks about what had just transpired that night. He thinks about Jin’s apartment, about the cake, about why Jin asked Shige to come out.
But mostly, Shige thinks about how stupid he has been to make all these assumptions about Jin without ever bothering to prove them. Any previous thoughts he’s had about Jin have been completely shattered by this one meeting, and Shige vows to himself that he doesn’t want to be that type of person anymore, the type to listen to hearsay without actually getting to know someone.
With that in mind, he starts his car and revs his engine, wondering if he’ll talk to Jin, the one no one else seems to know about, again.
Koyama is stuck in a tree and Pi helps him out (Koyama x Pi; PG-13) for the KoyamaPi!ficathon.
Koyama is out enjoying a nice, unassuming day in the park with his cat, when all of sudden there is a bark and a Rottweiler running past and Nyanta freaks out, dashing away from Koyama before he can blink and climbing up the nearest tree in terror.
He spends about five minutes trying his best to lure Nyanta down, with treats in his pocket and happy goofy grins and declarations of love. But Nyanta refuses to budge, staring his wide cat eyes at Koyama resolutely. Finally Koyama sighs, stretches his lean muscles, and decides that the only thing to do at that point was to climb after him.
So he does, gingerly and awkwardly, but he’s a flexible guy so it doesn’t take long for him to reach the top. He coos and clicks at Nyanta, who finally deigns to come closer to him and he grabs the anxious cat gently. Then he pauses.
He looks down and swears. With an uneasy start, he realizes that while it may have been hard to climb down alone, it would be even more difficult with Nyanta in his arms. He briefly considers calling Shige for help, but that idea is quickly shot down as he thinks of Shige’s reaction. Shige would probably never let him live it down (and since Shige’s smart, he’d probably take pictures and use them as blackmail, or worse).
Then he remembers about calling the fire department, because it was their job to do things like this, right? So he carefully reaches in his pocket for his cell phone, but finds nothing. Koyama’s eyes widen and he peers anxiously on the ground. The phone shines mockingly at him twenty feet away.
He stifles a curse and glares at Nyanta with as much hate as he can possibly muster (which isn’t much, considering it’s him). “This is all your fault.”
Nyanta only purrs in response and at that moment, he hears a voice from behind him, “Sir, what are you doing?”
Koyama whips his head around and barely manages to keep his balance. Then he sighs, “Oh, I was hoping you were a fireman.”
The man on the ground just looks at him, black locks tumbling over his eyes, and Koyama stares a little at his handsome face before the man pipes up, “Sorry to disappoint. You’ll have to make do with me. I’m Yamashita.”
Koyama grips Nyanta tighter, “The name’s Koyama. Could you help us down?”
“You happen to be in luck. I’m in charge of the grounds,” Pi says with a pretended air and his eyes crinkle merrily. He brings his voice low to an exaggerated whisper, “I’m a very important person here.”
He then jogs away and ignores Koyama’s feeble calls after him, but thankfully it only takes Yamashita two minutes to return, ladder in tow. He props the ladder against the tree branch Koyama is hugging for his life, and Koyama somehow manages to climb down with a meowing, thrashing Nyanta.
When they are both safely down, Yamashita preens, “Isn’t it great that I happened to be walking by just then? Otherwise you could have been stuck for ages.” He picks up Koyama’s cell, brushing the dirt off and Koyama accepts it wearily.
“I’m very grateful, really. Is there any way I can repay you?” Koyama asks teasingly, but Yamashita just looks at him, eyelashes fluttering and mouth pursing open.
Koyama’s breath catches, and he grins.
Later in the tool shed, as Koyama mouths him and takes him all in, as hands slide and teeth nip and eyes glaze over, Yamashita breathes through his nose painfully, “About that fireman thing…we can always pretend.”
In response, Koyama reaches upward to tweak his nipple and Yamashita’s head crashes against the wall.
Koyama is having a bad day and needs comforting (Koyama-centric, PG) for moonbyrd.
Koyama hates that he talks and talks and tries so hard but no one listens to him. No matter how hard he tries or what he talks about, it’s as if everyone he holds dear has just learned how to tune him out, focus on more important things.
He doesn’t know quite what to do when he realizes this. In all his years, he hasn’t done anything besides talk talk talk. But he wonders why he’s never noticed before that people weren’t paying attention, that he’s never been important enough for their time and energy.
But still he tries, thinking these are his friends. They’ll see what’s going on sooner or later. He giggles extra hard in the NEWS dressing room, talks at a 100 miles per minute. He screams inside his head, PAY ATTENTION TO ME, yet Yamapi is still chatting with Ryo, Massu is reading a fashion magazine, and Tegoshi and Shige are doing homework.
Nothing. No one is there for him. Never, and certainly not today when he needs their reassurance most. Not even his pride and joy, his friends, his best friend. No one.
So he gives up, can’t muster up the energy to do anything else. From that day on, it’s like his life dissolves, and aside from half hearted TV spots, he never speaks to his members again.
It is only then that they notice, but for Koyama, it is too late.
Private Eye, Masuda Takahisa (Massu-centric; PG-13) for the massu thon.
The office is dimly lit and sparsely decorated. Mysterious, one might say, just perfect for a private eye. But as Shige observes the man in front of him, with his bright blue pants and rocket boy shoes, he isn’t too sure if he’s in the right place. “You’re the private eye, Masuda Takahisa-san?”
“Yup,” Massu grins, plopping down in his oversized swivel chair. He spins a bit and Shige stares, “Is there anything I can help you with?”
Shige is about to turn straight around and go look for another detective, but his friends recommended this guy to him, saying he’s the best of the best. And Shige is desperate, under a time crunch and he needs the information fast.
So he sighs, sits down in the chair opposite Massu’s desk, which is cluttered with random toys and objects, most of them very shiny. Shige thinks he’s going to need a smoke for this, and he pulls out a pack with a deft hand. When he lights his cigarette, Massu’s nose crinkles and Shige almost feels bad about it. He breathes slowly, lets the smoke waft about them and tickle their faces, “So how much for surveillance?”
Massu leans back in his chair, half to avoid the smoke and half because he can, “Depends.” He looks at Shige with serious eyes, “How badly do you need the information?”
“Pretty badly,” Shige admits, and breathes a couple more times for good measure, savoring the flavor while he can. “My parents want to meet him.”
Massu’s hand pauses minutely as he takes out a notepad, “A lover?” he asks neutrally.
Shige nods, reaches into his finely tailored jacket and pulls out some photos. “Koyama Keiichiro, twenty four years old. We’ve been together for the past year…he’s always been a pretty popular guy.”
“You want to make sure he’s not cheating on you,” Massu flips through the photographs, all of which feature a handsome man with a cheerful smile and crinkly eyes. He can see why this guy would be so popular, can see the charm that seems to exude from every pore of this Koyama’s being. He then sneaks a glance at Shige’s dour face, and naturally assumes that Shige isn’t at the same level. “Why do you think he’s cheating on you, Kato-san?”
At that, Shige falters, “I…don’t. Really. I just want to make sure, before I introduce him to my parents. I’m...the exact type.” He laughs awkwardly, “Some would call me anal.”
And Massu could make a bad joke about that but instead he smiles, “Well then, if you give me further details about Koyama-san, I should be able to get started right away.”
Shige almost looks surprised but then he stammers a quick thanks and proceeds to sort out the logistics of Massu following Koyama around.
After almost an hour, they are done organizing Massu’s mission and Shige is about to exit the office when he pauses, “Can I make a statement, Masuda-san?”
Massu is already playing with a bright purple top but he nods, “Of course.”
Shige eyes Massu’s clothes and toys and array of random and he cringes, “You don’t exactly…scream private eye to me. How did you become a private detective?”
He pauses the top mid-rotation and Massu looks at Shige long and hard, his eyes deep with something hidden, “It’s because I’m like this that I’m perfect for the job. No one would suspect little ole me, now would they?”
And he lets out a deep chuckle as the top spins again and again and again.
AN: The first of many drabble posts XD Enjoy!