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.
Chapter 10 - Goodbye Dear Brother
Keito leaned back into the softness of the couch, arms crossed upon his chest, silence on his lips. He cast his vision upon the figure of his father, striding to and fro, busy on his phone. His eyes met with Yuto’s, who sat on the armchair nearby and he mouthed a silent apology for having him come along. Yuto shook his head and gave him an encouraging smile. Keito sighed.
“What’s taking the boy so long?” Kenichi grumbled staring at the closed door of the young star’s room.
“Why father?”
“Why what Keito?”
“This decision, all of a sudden?”
Yuto began twiddling with his thumbs, uncertain of what to do as the conversation was in pure English.
“Keisuke needs to further his training to excel in the music industry, and I’ve found him a pretty good coach,”
“But…Korea?”
Kenichi sighed, rubbing his temples in slow heavy circles. He looked exhausted and Keito felt guilty for not being a help at all, but he was in no way ready to be separated from Keisuke. The sound of the boy's 'I hate you' s still resonated in his ear and it hurt, but he was not going to let their relationship end at that.
“I know it’s sudden, but the coach is a busy man, and I have to take Keisuke there to complete his training, you don’t have a problem with that do you?”
Keito looked away, afraid that his expressions might give out too much.
“It’s just that,” he began rather softly.
“It’s too sudden,”
Yuto had been watching the interaction silently from his corner of the room. His forehead wrinkled in puzzlement as he noticed a strange kind of anxiety suddenly appear in Okamoto Kenichi’s features. It gave him a bad feeling, a very bad feeling.
“Is everything alright Okamoto-san?” Yuto asked regretting it the very next minute as he received a frustrated glare from the elder. It had gotten Keito’s attention, who was now gaping at his father, hints of worry now visible on his features.
“There’s no other problem, is there?” Keito pressed on, getting to his feet.
Just then, the door of Keisuke’s room opened and the tension in the room eased out all of a sudden, the attention being diverted to the star as he descended the stairs, hauling a bag along. His face was completely overshadowed by his large navy blue cap. Yuto felt a pang of déjà vu.
“Ready?” asked Kenichi walking over to his adopted child. Keisuke nodded obediently eyes downcast.
“What’s that?” Kenichi asked suddenly and Keito felt his stomach churn as he too spotted what his father had seen. Keisuke remained unresponsive as Kenichi pulled off his hat.
A heavy silence hung in the air as all eyes lingered on the bluish-purple bruise staining Keisuke’s right cheek.
“How did this happen?” Kenichi asked and Keito could feel the hint of anger in his voice.
“Keisuke?”
The boy flinched at the severity of his father’s tone but he could not find the courage to speak at all.
“We had a fight,”
All eyes fell upon Keito. Yuto’s mouth was agape. Keisuke was staring at him in complete disbelief.
“Keito? You hit him?” Kenichi bellowed, outraged.
“It was an accident!” Keisuke shouted out, tearing up immediately. Kenichi ignored him and strode over to his oldest, holding him by the
shoulders.
“That is why,” he began, his voice trembling with frustration.
“That’s why I had to keep the two of you apart, it’s because you can never understand him Keito, and you can’t understand me,”
Keito stumbled backwards, completely taken aback. Kenichi sighed.
“You see that face?” he said, pointing at Keisuke. Keito stared and nodded dumbly.
“That little bruise could cost us a contract, his face is his most important asset, without it, he would still be a struggling artist,”
Keisuke looked as if he had been slapped in the face.
“I never meant to hurt you boys with all the things I've done, like separating the two of you with knowledge of how impossible it was because you were unbelievably close. I had to do it, for this family. I’m your father after all, but this industry is ruthless and that’s why…,”
Keito looked at his father, eyes wide. Kenichi’s grip around him had become gentle yet still firm in a very affectionate, protective manner.
“That’s why I had to keep you away from it completely, to protect you from it,”
Keito felt a tear slip from the corner of his eye.
“You're my most precious Keito, do you understand?” Kenichi asked a gentle smile in place. Keito gulped audibly before nodding.
Yuto’s eyes traveled to the boy standing behind the father and son and he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Keisuke was staring at
the ground like a being devoid of emotions.
I didn’t know which side I was on. I was happy for Keito, that his father had proved his love but I couldn’t help feeling concerned about his brother…he seemed perfectly whole yet at the same time completely broken. Okamoto Kenichi’s words had a strange effect on me, and I really couldn’t understand…where Keisuke fit into his life.
Keisuke looked up, his movements sluggish but froze as his eyes locked with Yuto’s. It was as if he could feel the sympathy radiating from the tall boy’s smiling eyes.
His eyes told me of his pain…and for some reason I felt it was so because he was someone I knew really well.
And as if it was a trick of fate, it clicked…for the both of them.
The guy from the train?
“Let’s go Keisuke,”
Shaking himself out of his stupor, the boy placed a hand on his bag and watched his father walk out of the apartment.
“Do you see now Keito?”
Keito turned to his brother to find him smiling softly.
“Our father loves us, you…because you’re his one and only flesh and blood,”
He shuffled to the door and with his back to Keito, he continued;
“Me…because it’s his job.”
And the door was closed upon that.
~*~
Note: Yes, something is about to happen to Keisuke. Feedback is more than necessary here! You see, I'm at the point of the story where, even though I have the whole thing plotted out, I constantly get stuck of how to continue the chapter. I just need to know of what you guys think of the pace of the story, whether it is too confusing, too rushed etc. Just a word or two would do.
And to those who have been with me from the start of the story, I will do my best for the upcoming chapters, thanx so much for reading!
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.
Chapter 10 - Goodbye Dear Brother
Keito leaned back into the softness of the couch, arms crossed upon his chest, silence on his lips. He cast his vision upon the figure of his father, striding to and fro, busy on his phone. His eyes met with Yuto’s, who sat on the armchair nearby and he mouthed a silent apology for having him come along. Yuto shook his head and gave him an encouraging smile. Keito sighed.
“What’s taking the boy so long?” Kenichi grumbled staring at the closed door of the young star’s room.
“Why father?”
“Why what Keito?”
“This decision, all of a sudden?”
Yuto began twiddling with his thumbs, uncertain of what to do as the conversation was in pure English.
“Keisuke needs to further his training to excel in the music industry, and I’ve found him a pretty good coach,”
“But…Korea?”
Kenichi sighed, rubbing his temples in slow heavy circles. He looked exhausted and Keito felt guilty for not being a help at all, but he was in no way ready to be separated from Keisuke. The sound of the boy's 'I hate you' s still resonated in his ear and it hurt, but he was not going to let their relationship end at that.
“I know it’s sudden, but the coach is a busy man, and I have to take Keisuke there to complete his training, you don’t have a problem with that do you?”
Keito looked away, afraid that his expressions might give out too much.
“It’s just that,” he began rather softly.
“It’s too sudden,”
Yuto had been watching the interaction silently from his corner of the room. His forehead wrinkled in puzzlement as he noticed a strange kind of anxiety suddenly appear in Okamoto Kenichi’s features. It gave him a bad feeling, a very bad feeling.
“Is everything alright Okamoto-san?” Yuto asked regretting it the very next minute as he received a frustrated glare from the elder. It had gotten Keito’s attention, who was now gaping at his father, hints of worry now visible on his features.
“There’s no other problem, is there?” Keito pressed on, getting to his feet.
Just then, the door of Keisuke’s room opened and the tension in the room eased out all of a sudden, the attention being diverted to the star as he descended the stairs, hauling a bag along. His face was completely overshadowed by his large navy blue cap. Yuto felt a pang of déjà vu.
“Ready?” asked Kenichi walking over to his adopted child. Keisuke nodded obediently eyes downcast.
“What’s that?” Kenichi asked suddenly and Keito felt his stomach churn as he too spotted what his father had seen. Keisuke remained unresponsive as Kenichi pulled off his hat.
A heavy silence hung in the air as all eyes lingered on the bluish-purple bruise staining Keisuke’s right cheek.
“How did this happen?” Kenichi asked and Keito could feel the hint of anger in his voice.
“Keisuke?”
The boy flinched at the severity of his father’s tone but he could not find the courage to speak at all.
“We had a fight,”
All eyes fell upon Keito. Yuto’s mouth was agape. Keisuke was staring at him in complete disbelief.
“Keito? You hit him?” Kenichi bellowed, outraged.
“It was an accident!” Keisuke shouted out, tearing up immediately. Kenichi ignored him and strode over to his oldest, holding him by the
shoulders.
“That is why,” he began, his voice trembling with frustration.
“That’s why I had to keep the two of you apart, it’s because you can never understand him Keito, and you can’t understand me,”
Keito stumbled backwards, completely taken aback. Kenichi sighed.
“You see that face?” he said, pointing at Keisuke. Keito stared and nodded dumbly.
“That little bruise could cost us a contract, his face is his most important asset, without it, he would still be a struggling artist,”
Keisuke looked as if he had been slapped in the face.
“I never meant to hurt you boys with all the things I've done, like separating the two of you with knowledge of how impossible it was because you were unbelievably close. I had to do it, for this family. I’m your father after all, but this industry is ruthless and that’s why…,”
Keito looked at his father, eyes wide. Kenichi’s grip around him had become gentle yet still firm in a very affectionate, protective manner.
“That’s why I had to keep you away from it completely, to protect you from it,”
Keito felt a tear slip from the corner of his eye.
“You're my most precious Keito, do you understand?” Kenichi asked a gentle smile in place. Keito gulped audibly before nodding.
Yuto’s eyes traveled to the boy standing behind the father and son and he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Keisuke was staring at
the ground like a being devoid of emotions.
I didn’t know which side I was on. I was happy for Keito, that his father had proved his love but I couldn’t help feeling concerned about his brother…he seemed perfectly whole yet at the same time completely broken. Okamoto Kenichi’s words had a strange effect on me, and I really couldn’t understand…where Keisuke fit into his life.
Keisuke looked up, his movements sluggish but froze as his eyes locked with Yuto’s. It was as if he could feel the sympathy radiating from the tall boy’s smiling eyes.
His eyes told me of his pain…and for some reason I felt it was so because he was someone I knew really well.
And as if it was a trick of fate, it clicked…for the both of them.
The guy from the train?
“Let’s go Keisuke,”
Shaking himself out of his stupor, the boy placed a hand on his bag and watched his father walk out of the apartment.
“Do you see now Keito?”
Keito turned to his brother to find him smiling softly.
“Our father loves us, you…because you’re his one and only flesh and blood,”
He shuffled to the door and with his back to Keito, he continued;
“Me…because it’s his job.”
And the door was closed upon that.
~*~
Note: Yes, something is about to happen to Keisuke. Feedback is more than necessary here! You see, I'm at the point of the story where, even though I have the whole thing plotted out, I constantly get stuck of how to continue the chapter. I just need to know of what you guys think of the pace of the story, whether it is too confusing, too rushed etc. Just a word or two would do.
And to those who have been with me from the start of the story, I will do my best for the upcoming chapters, thanx so much for reading!