Dreams & Drumsticks
Title: Dreams and Drumsticks
Rating: PG
Genre : AU, Friendship, Angst,
Fandom: Hey!Say!Jump (main)
Disclaimer: I Own the plot, title and the characterization. The Idols belong to themselves...and their careers to Johnny.
Summary : In a tiny studio at the heart of Tokyo, five aspiring musicians struggle to achieve their dreams against all odds.
A/N: Inspired by the song Dash! by Nakajima Yuto
Note: Jump are not an idol group in this story and for now they only have five members. The fic is mostly Yuto-centric but it involves all of Jump.
Okay, this is rather roughly done. I'm really sorry, I just started a new year in college and time is one thing I have little off. I'm still going to finish the story though, but it'll take longer than before. Thank you so much for bearing with me and for giving my story your precious time ^^.
Chapter 9 - Glass Heart
“Raiya, easy there,”
Yuto shook his head as he watched his brother bouncing around the ice-cream vendor with a wide grin on his face. The man chuckled as he handed the young boy his treat.
“Now, what do we say Raiya?” Yuto reprimanded as the boy dug into his desert without hesitation. Raiya, rather irritated, peeked up from under his bangs.
“I’m not five years old Ni-chan,” he grumbled. Yuto cocked an eyebrow. Raiya rolled his eyes before turning back to the vendor and bowed.
“Domo Arigato Gozaimass!”
The man smiled and patted him on the head.
Sighing, Yuto reached out his hand for Raiya to hold on to but gasped as he felt someone collide into him sideways instead before taking off without an apology.
“What’s with him?” he grumbled, rubbing his arm. His anger morphed to horror immediately as he watched the boy collide against a
swaggering man who in his fury grabbed him roughly before pushing him into a sidelane.
“Ni-chan?” Raiya called out as Yuto continued gaping. The pedestrians continued their undisturbed flow. Yuto’s eyebrows furrowed, his fists clenched.
“Raiya, dad’s waiting in the car, go first,”
“But-,”
“No buts now go,”
Raiya took some reluctant steps but paused to watch his brother making his way cautiously into the sidelane.
“Brother, be safe.”
~*~
Keisuke yelped as he was slammed against the wall, the impact making his eyes water.
“You insolent little brat!”
He felt his vision blur from the tears of his pain and he flinched as the man’s heavy footsteps came to a halt before him. He clenched his
eyes shut, waiting for the blow from his raised fist.
“Hold it right there!”
Keisuke eyes snapped open and he scrunched up his face, trying hard not to cry as he realized who the voice belonged to.
“Don’t you dare lay a finger on him!”
Keisuke’s eyes widened as they fell upon the fuming figure. His face flushed, he was panting and sweating profusely, fists clenched as he glared at the man with murder in his eyes. It was frightening, seeing the gentle and soft-spoken boy in his present state.
“Or what?” the man barked back, narrowing his eyes. Keito scowled as Yuto placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
“Keito, you know you can’t fight him,” he whispered, the tone of his voice thick with warning. His gaze travelled over the figure sprawled against the brick wall, and then to his face, immediately locking with Keisuke’s frightened ones. The tears in the boy’s eyes made his blood
boil. He gave the boy a reassuring nod although deep inside, he wasn't so sure of what he could really do.
“Keisuke,” Keito began, voice stern. “Come here,”
Keisuke’s lips trembled as he looked away, his bangs sticking to his sweat-drenched face.
“Why did you come after me?” he asked, voice cracking. Keito frowned.
“What do you mean idiot? Why did you just run off like that?”
“Wouldn’t you be happier if I did and never came back,” Keisuke shouted back, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Both the man and Yuto stood quietly and confused, unable to find a position in between the two brothers.
“Why would I Keisuke? I…I love you,”
“Do you?” Keisuke snapped his from trembling with the outpouring of a hidden frustration. Keito looked back at him, hurt evident in his eyes.
“I took your father from you didn’t I?”
Yuto wanted to shrink to a size invisible to the eyes and run. The conversation seemed a little too private for his presence. The man seemed even more lost.
“Why are you quiet Keito? You do feel that way don’t you?” Keisuke yelled, his voice was getting hoarse.
“I…I don’t…no…it’s not like that at all…just…,”
Keisuke let out an almost strangled laugh.
“I knew it,” he hissed, slamming his fist onto the trash bin by his side.
“You’re brother cares for you, a lot,”
Yuto had found his voice again. He flinched as Keisuke directed his bloodshot glare onto him.
“Who are you to interfere?” he snapped.
“Don’t talk like that to him Keisuke,” Keito shouted back. Yuto took a few steps back, worry overtaking his logic.
He was making matters worse.
“Sure, let that tower do the talking and I should just up and listen?”
Yuto frowned.
Tower?
“He’s my best friend, and I won’t have you talking like that to him got it?”
Yuto began mumbling, trying to calm the two but finding no appropriate words to do so.
“I…hate you,”
Keito’s eyes widened in shock as Keisuke broke down completely.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” he wailed hysterically, clutching at his hair. Keito felt week all of a sudden, his stomach churning
uncomfortably.
“I HATE YOU SO MUCH!”
“Shut it,” the man spoke roughly and slapped Keisuke tight across his face. There was a sudden silence.
“That’ll be enough of your drama,”
He turned back to the shocked boys and cocked his head challengingly. The shocked silence remained for a couple of minutes before Keito exploded.
“I’m going to kill you!” he roared, attempting to lunge forward. Yuto held onto him, tightening his hold as Keito struggled.
“Let me go Yuto!”
“NO!”
Keito looked up at Yuto, eyes wide. Yuto shook his head as a silent reminder.
He then turned to the man and stood firm.
“If you want to pick a fight, go find someone worth your strength, there’s no need to take it out on him,”
“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” the man snapped and shoved Yuto roughly. The lanky boy gasped at the force and collided into
Keito, sending them both tumbling onto the ground. The man then turned onto Keisuke and swung his leg, aiming for the boy’s stomach.
His eyes widened though as he felt his limb halted firmly in its progress.
Keisuke had a part of his leg in between his two arms. The boy looked up at him and smirked before tugging his hands upwards. With a yelp the man came crashing onto the ground. As he lay flat on his back, still trying to comprehend what had actually happened, Keisuke got to his feet and walked over him to where Keito and Yuto were still struggling to untangle themselves.
They froze as Keisuke stood by their side and without looking at them directly he said;
“I’m going home.”
Keito’s eyes widened as he spotted the developing bruise on Keisuke’s left cheek. Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He felt
lightheaded as he read the text message.
“Keito, what’s wrong?” Yuto asked helping him up. Keito looked at him, worry evident in his features.
“Dad’s coming home today.”
~*~
Feedback greatly appreciated. New member next chapter!
Rating: PG
Genre : AU, Friendship, Angst,
Fandom: Hey!Say!Jump (main)
Disclaimer: I Own the plot, title and the characterization. The Idols belong to themselves...and their careers to Johnny.
Summary : In a tiny studio at the heart of Tokyo, five aspiring musicians struggle to achieve their dreams against all odds.
A/N: Inspired by the song Dash! by Nakajima Yuto
Note: Jump are not an idol group in this story and for now they only have five members. The fic is mostly Yuto-centric but it involves all of Jump.
Okay, this is rather roughly done. I'm really sorry, I just started a new year in college and time is one thing I have little off. I'm still going to finish the story though, but it'll take longer than before. Thank you so much for bearing with me and for giving my story your precious time ^^.
Chapter 9 - Glass Heart
“Raiya, easy there,”
Yuto shook his head as he watched his brother bouncing around the ice-cream vendor with a wide grin on his face. The man chuckled as he handed the young boy his treat.
“Now, what do we say Raiya?” Yuto reprimanded as the boy dug into his desert without hesitation. Raiya, rather irritated, peeked up from under his bangs.
“I’m not five years old Ni-chan,” he grumbled. Yuto cocked an eyebrow. Raiya rolled his eyes before turning back to the vendor and bowed.
“Domo Arigato Gozaimass!”
The man smiled and patted him on the head.
Sighing, Yuto reached out his hand for Raiya to hold on to but gasped as he felt someone collide into him sideways instead before taking off without an apology.
“What’s with him?” he grumbled, rubbing his arm. His anger morphed to horror immediately as he watched the boy collide against a
swaggering man who in his fury grabbed him roughly before pushing him into a sidelane.
“Ni-chan?” Raiya called out as Yuto continued gaping. The pedestrians continued their undisturbed flow. Yuto’s eyebrows furrowed, his fists clenched.
“Raiya, dad’s waiting in the car, go first,”
“But-,”
“No buts now go,”
Raiya took some reluctant steps but paused to watch his brother making his way cautiously into the sidelane.
“Brother, be safe.”
~*~
Keisuke yelped as he was slammed against the wall, the impact making his eyes water.
“You insolent little brat!”
He felt his vision blur from the tears of his pain and he flinched as the man’s heavy footsteps came to a halt before him. He clenched his
eyes shut, waiting for the blow from his raised fist.
“Hold it right there!”
Keisuke eyes snapped open and he scrunched up his face, trying hard not to cry as he realized who the voice belonged to.
“Don’t you dare lay a finger on him!”
Keisuke’s eyes widened as they fell upon the fuming figure. His face flushed, he was panting and sweating profusely, fists clenched as he glared at the man with murder in his eyes. It was frightening, seeing the gentle and soft-spoken boy in his present state.
“Or what?” the man barked back, narrowing his eyes. Keito scowled as Yuto placed a firm hand on his shoulder.
“Keito, you know you can’t fight him,” he whispered, the tone of his voice thick with warning. His gaze travelled over the figure sprawled against the brick wall, and then to his face, immediately locking with Keisuke’s frightened ones. The tears in the boy’s eyes made his blood
boil. He gave the boy a reassuring nod although deep inside, he wasn't so sure of what he could really do.
“Keisuke,” Keito began, voice stern. “Come here,”
Keisuke’s lips trembled as he looked away, his bangs sticking to his sweat-drenched face.
“Why did you come after me?” he asked, voice cracking. Keito frowned.
“What do you mean idiot? Why did you just run off like that?”
“Wouldn’t you be happier if I did and never came back,” Keisuke shouted back, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Both the man and Yuto stood quietly and confused, unable to find a position in between the two brothers.
“Why would I Keisuke? I…I love you,”
“Do you?” Keisuke snapped his from trembling with the outpouring of a hidden frustration. Keito looked back at him, hurt evident in his eyes.
“I took your father from you didn’t I?”
Yuto wanted to shrink to a size invisible to the eyes and run. The conversation seemed a little too private for his presence. The man seemed even more lost.
“Why are you quiet Keito? You do feel that way don’t you?” Keisuke yelled, his voice was getting hoarse.
“I…I don’t…no…it’s not like that at all…just…,”
Keisuke let out an almost strangled laugh.
“I knew it,” he hissed, slamming his fist onto the trash bin by his side.
“You’re brother cares for you, a lot,”
Yuto had found his voice again. He flinched as Keisuke directed his bloodshot glare onto him.
“Who are you to interfere?” he snapped.
“Don’t talk like that to him Keisuke,” Keito shouted back. Yuto took a few steps back, worry overtaking his logic.
He was making matters worse.
“Sure, let that tower do the talking and I should just up and listen?”
Yuto frowned.
Tower?
“He’s my best friend, and I won’t have you talking like that to him got it?”
Yuto began mumbling, trying to calm the two but finding no appropriate words to do so.
“I…hate you,”
Keito’s eyes widened in shock as Keisuke broke down completely.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” he wailed hysterically, clutching at his hair. Keito felt week all of a sudden, his stomach churning
uncomfortably.
“I HATE YOU SO MUCH!”
“Shut it,” the man spoke roughly and slapped Keisuke tight across his face. There was a sudden silence.
“That’ll be enough of your drama,”
He turned back to the shocked boys and cocked his head challengingly. The shocked silence remained for a couple of minutes before Keito exploded.
“I’m going to kill you!” he roared, attempting to lunge forward. Yuto held onto him, tightening his hold as Keito struggled.
“Let me go Yuto!”
“NO!”
Keito looked up at Yuto, eyes wide. Yuto shook his head as a silent reminder.
He then turned to the man and stood firm.
“If you want to pick a fight, go find someone worth your strength, there’s no need to take it out on him,”
“Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” the man snapped and shoved Yuto roughly. The lanky boy gasped at the force and collided into
Keito, sending them both tumbling onto the ground. The man then turned onto Keisuke and swung his leg, aiming for the boy’s stomach.
His eyes widened though as he felt his limb halted firmly in its progress.
Keisuke had a part of his leg in between his two arms. The boy looked up at him and smirked before tugging his hands upwards. With a yelp the man came crashing onto the ground. As he lay flat on his back, still trying to comprehend what had actually happened, Keisuke got to his feet and walked over him to where Keito and Yuto were still struggling to untangle themselves.
They froze as Keisuke stood by their side and without looking at them directly he said;
“I’m going home.”
Keito’s eyes widened as he spotted the developing bruise on Keisuke’s left cheek. Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He felt
lightheaded as he read the text message.
“Keito, what’s wrong?” Yuto asked helping him up. Keito looked at him, worry evident in his features.
“Dad’s coming home today.”
~*~
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