Dreams & Drumsticks
Title: Dreams and Drumsticks
Rating: PG (for now)
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. This is pure fiction!!
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 (the band) they only have five members. The fic is mostly Yuto-centric but it involves all of Jump.
Chapter 21 - Gathering
It was silent save for the dripping of water from a leaking pipe somewhere in the deserted warehouse. The little amount of light squeezing in through the tiny windows all around gave little warmth to the two prisoners sitting right in the middle, tied back to back.
“Kei-,”
Kenichi frowned. Aside from the dull aches in his body, he found it even more painful to talk to his Idol...something that he had never had to face until now. They had been close, as manager-artist as well as father-son, even though the previous relationship had always dominated the latter.
It was awkward and he felt strangely…frightened. He did care…he did care what the boy would think about him after the shocking revelation, though he would have rather broken the news to him himself.
The trouble for the present though was…could he still call him Keisuke?
“I know, whatever it is, you must have a good explanation for it,”
Startled, he came out of his reverie and began fidgeting with the binds on his hands, growing anxious as they brushed against Keisuke’s cold ones.
“Are you alright?” he asked, worried.
“I’m just cold,” Keisuke replied rather weakly.
“I’m sorry…it’s all my fault,”
He heard Keisuke sigh.
“That’s why you were trying to whisk me off to Korea, so these guys won’t be able to catch us,”
Kenichi hummed a reply.
“Why?”
“Well, they don’t have enough power to reach into another country-,”
“No I mean why can’t I remember anything?”
Kenichi was silenced by the strain in the boy’s voice, uncertain on how to continue.
“How is it possible, that I’m an entirely different person, and I have no recollection of a life before…,”
“Before you woke up in that hospital?”
“It was a hospital?”
“Yes,”
Kenichi felt his heart break as he heard his Idol sniff.
“Why did you adopt me?”
“It was my fault Kei…Ryosuke,”
He felt the boy flinch at the name yet he continued. Too long had he delayed the matter.
“You became their target after you became my Idol…you almost got killed. When you didn’t show up for practice on a certain day I went out
searching for you…I did find you, floating in a river like a corpse,”
Keisuke’s eyes widened as he remembered the text on Drummerboy…Yuto’s blog.
My friend had fallen into the water…his body covered in crimson. He had been shot.
I did my best to find him. I asked people, I searched for his family but by then they had left Japan. When I grew older, I discovered to my horror that by police records, my friend was dead. He had been shot and his body then swept away by the waters of the river. It ended into the sea, and search parties could not locate his…body.
“I rushed you to a hospital where they managed to stabilize you, but you had lost too much blood and the cold river had done much damage, they managed to save your life, but you fell into a coma,”
“I had to hide you, so I secretly brought you to Tokyo where I surrendered you to a doctor friend of mine, I coaxed your family to leave the city…the country if possible, I knew with our disappearance, they would target our families,”
“Did they know?”
“Who?”
“My family, do they know I’m still…alive?”
“No,”
Keisuke fell quiet, Kenichi sighed deeply.
“You slept in that little private hospital for 16 months,”
Keisuke gasped.
“You…why didn’t you just let me go? It must’ve cost a lot to care for me,” he asked bewildered.
Kenichi smiled bitterly.
“What you had lost by then had already accounted to an amount I could never compensate for boy,”
Keisuke bit his quivering lip.
“I had gotten a new job by then, and I was earning enough,”
“And then one day…you woke up…like a new born…you knew nothing except how to breath,”
“I must have been a bother,” Keisuke mumbled, bringing his knees closer to his chest and burying his face on them.
“You and your smile had always been like sunshine, you warmed up to me and my son so quickly, you gave Keito the love and
companionship I had failed in giving, you became my hope for getting back onto my feet after falling from such a high position,”
“I was honored to give you my name,”
Kenichi stiffened as he heard no reply from behind him. Had he said too much?
“Keisuke?”
He reached out to grab hold of the other’s hands and frowned as he felt him trembling.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered as Keisuke broke down completely.
~*~
She was the lady of the Nakajima household, strong and firm and disciplined. She took pride in knowing that her presence in the family was
like the sun, whose gravity had the other three revolving around her like the planets in their orbits.
She maintained peace, she maintained order…
…and fed three hungry mouths three times a day.
As strong as she was, she had another side to her as well.
A side that was so fragile and delicate, that she would tear up when a heroine would suffer heart brake on television. She would cry secretly if her husband forgot their anniversary (after beating him up for committing such a sin)…and then laugh with joy upon discovering that he really hadn’t. She would proudly show off the mother’s day cards her boys had made for her and forget all about those Prada heels she had so badly wanted.
But the one thing, that greatly dampened her strength, her will power and her courage the most…was the sight of her happy-faced lanky teenage son crumpled on his bedroom floor, eyes glazed over.
~*~
“Have you lost your mind?”
Chinen stared back at the lanky boy with sheer determination, a feeble Ryutaro crouching behind him in fear.
Inoo, Keito and Daiki were all frozen at the door, as Hikaru watched the confrontation between Takaki and the adorable new comer in their practice room with mild interest.
“He’s my friend, and I want you to help me,”
“I don’t even know him,”
“You know me don’t you, shouldn’t that be enough?”
Takaki stared at the younger boy in disbelief. Chinen continued glaring.
He sighed. Why in the world was he so…cute?
“What’s the plan?” he breathed out, admitting defeat. Chinen stood for a good few minutes, completely stunned.
“Hold on, are we really talking about my brother here?” Keito voiced out in shock. Ryutaro gaped at him.
“Apparently,” Inoo replied with wonder.
“Takaki-nii!” Chinen cried tackling the older boy with force and sending them both onto the floor.
Hikaru wiped away an imaginary tear.
“Hold it!”
All eyes were now upon Inoo. He looked a little startled at the sudden attention, even though he had asked for it and stood gaping.
Daiki stared at him, holding back a chuckle.
“What, stage fright?” he said in a voice low enough to have reached both Keito and Inoo.
“So what’s the plan?” Hikaru asked interestedly, rubbing his palms together in anticipation.
Chinen bounced back to his feet.
“I know where Keisuke is,”
“You do?” Keito exclaimed rushing towards him. Chinen nodded.
“It was my manager’s idea, but since Keisuke can be so overly emotional and clueless and a dimwit at times, I had to do it to him too,”
“Do what?” Keito asked, trying to ignore the adjectives used to describe his sibling.
Chinen held up his hand to show them his wristwatch. It was a digital clock, with a tiny bar above the time display. It showed 4 digits.
“My watch is a pair; my manager has the other one. Mine is installed with a tracker and my manager gets my location in coordinates in the little bar at the top,”
“Wow,”
Ignoring the fact that Daiki, Hikaru and Ryutaro were now examining his gadget with sparkling eyes, he continued talking.
“The coordinates shown in my watch, are Keisuke’s coordinates,”
Keito’s eyes widened.
“I couldn’t get him a watch, but I managed to install a tracker in his glasses…he’s practically blind without them anyway and even with contacts on, he still keeps them with him,”
“Wouldn’t they have shattered in the car crash?” Ryutaro asked slightly horrified.
“You think they were still in the car when it plummeted into that ravine? I got my manager to do research on the driver and that man has criminal records,”
“Clever little squirrel,” Takaki gasped. Chinen smiled slightly.
“I did my homework, not just come up with something reckless, now let’s leave the Yakuza to the police and try to get Keisuke out of there, safe and sound by ourselves!”
~*~
Note: Sorry for the late update...I've been writing bit by bit every day to relax and it takes longer just to finish a chapter that way. But this week is still light, so I managed to do this. Thanx for bearing with me...and for reading this far. I really appreciate it!!
Love u guys!!!
Rating: PG (for now)
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. This is pure fiction!!
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 (the band) they only have five members. The fic is mostly Yuto-centric but it involves all of Jump.
Chapter 21 - Gathering
It was silent save for the dripping of water from a leaking pipe somewhere in the deserted warehouse. The little amount of light squeezing in through the tiny windows all around gave little warmth to the two prisoners sitting right in the middle, tied back to back.
“Kei-,”
Kenichi frowned. Aside from the dull aches in his body, he found it even more painful to talk to his Idol...something that he had never had to face until now. They had been close, as manager-artist as well as father-son, even though the previous relationship had always dominated the latter.
It was awkward and he felt strangely…frightened. He did care…he did care what the boy would think about him after the shocking revelation, though he would have rather broken the news to him himself.
The trouble for the present though was…could he still call him Keisuke?
“I know, whatever it is, you must have a good explanation for it,”
Startled, he came out of his reverie and began fidgeting with the binds on his hands, growing anxious as they brushed against Keisuke’s cold ones.
“Are you alright?” he asked, worried.
“I’m just cold,” Keisuke replied rather weakly.
“I’m sorry…it’s all my fault,”
He heard Keisuke sigh.
“That’s why you were trying to whisk me off to Korea, so these guys won’t be able to catch us,”
Kenichi hummed a reply.
“Why?”
“Well, they don’t have enough power to reach into another country-,”
“No I mean why can’t I remember anything?”
Kenichi was silenced by the strain in the boy’s voice, uncertain on how to continue.
“How is it possible, that I’m an entirely different person, and I have no recollection of a life before…,”
“Before you woke up in that hospital?”
“It was a hospital?”
“Yes,”
Kenichi felt his heart break as he heard his Idol sniff.
“Why did you adopt me?”
“It was my fault Kei…Ryosuke,”
He felt the boy flinch at the name yet he continued. Too long had he delayed the matter.
“You became their target after you became my Idol…you almost got killed. When you didn’t show up for practice on a certain day I went out
searching for you…I did find you, floating in a river like a corpse,”
Keisuke’s eyes widened as he remembered the text on Drummerboy…Yuto’s blog.
My friend had fallen into the water…his body covered in crimson. He had been shot.
I did my best to find him. I asked people, I searched for his family but by then they had left Japan. When I grew older, I discovered to my horror that by police records, my friend was dead. He had been shot and his body then swept away by the waters of the river. It ended into the sea, and search parties could not locate his…body.
“I rushed you to a hospital where they managed to stabilize you, but you had lost too much blood and the cold river had done much damage, they managed to save your life, but you fell into a coma,”
“I had to hide you, so I secretly brought you to Tokyo where I surrendered you to a doctor friend of mine, I coaxed your family to leave the city…the country if possible, I knew with our disappearance, they would target our families,”
“Did they know?”
“Who?”
“My family, do they know I’m still…alive?”
“No,”
Keisuke fell quiet, Kenichi sighed deeply.
“You slept in that little private hospital for 16 months,”
Keisuke gasped.
“You…why didn’t you just let me go? It must’ve cost a lot to care for me,” he asked bewildered.
Kenichi smiled bitterly.
“What you had lost by then had already accounted to an amount I could never compensate for boy,”
Keisuke bit his quivering lip.
“I had gotten a new job by then, and I was earning enough,”
“And then one day…you woke up…like a new born…you knew nothing except how to breath,”
“I must have been a bother,” Keisuke mumbled, bringing his knees closer to his chest and burying his face on them.
“You and your smile had always been like sunshine, you warmed up to me and my son so quickly, you gave Keito the love and
companionship I had failed in giving, you became my hope for getting back onto my feet after falling from such a high position,”
“I was honored to give you my name,”
Kenichi stiffened as he heard no reply from behind him. Had he said too much?
“Keisuke?”
He reached out to grab hold of the other’s hands and frowned as he felt him trembling.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered as Keisuke broke down completely.
~*~
She was the lady of the Nakajima household, strong and firm and disciplined. She took pride in knowing that her presence in the family was
like the sun, whose gravity had the other three revolving around her like the planets in their orbits.
She maintained peace, she maintained order…
…and fed three hungry mouths three times a day.
As strong as she was, she had another side to her as well.
A side that was so fragile and delicate, that she would tear up when a heroine would suffer heart brake on television. She would cry secretly if her husband forgot their anniversary (after beating him up for committing such a sin)…and then laugh with joy upon discovering that he really hadn’t. She would proudly show off the mother’s day cards her boys had made for her and forget all about those Prada heels she had so badly wanted.
But the one thing, that greatly dampened her strength, her will power and her courage the most…was the sight of her happy-faced lanky teenage son crumpled on his bedroom floor, eyes glazed over.
~*~
“Have you lost your mind?”
Chinen stared back at the lanky boy with sheer determination, a feeble Ryutaro crouching behind him in fear.
Inoo, Keito and Daiki were all frozen at the door, as Hikaru watched the confrontation between Takaki and the adorable new comer in their practice room with mild interest.
“He’s my friend, and I want you to help me,”
“I don’t even know him,”
“You know me don’t you, shouldn’t that be enough?”
Takaki stared at the younger boy in disbelief. Chinen continued glaring.
He sighed. Why in the world was he so…cute?
“What’s the plan?” he breathed out, admitting defeat. Chinen stood for a good few minutes, completely stunned.
“Hold on, are we really talking about my brother here?” Keito voiced out in shock. Ryutaro gaped at him.
“Apparently,” Inoo replied with wonder.
“Takaki-nii!” Chinen cried tackling the older boy with force and sending them both onto the floor.
Hikaru wiped away an imaginary tear.
“Hold it!”
All eyes were now upon Inoo. He looked a little startled at the sudden attention, even though he had asked for it and stood gaping.
Daiki stared at him, holding back a chuckle.
“What, stage fright?” he said in a voice low enough to have reached both Keito and Inoo.
“So what’s the plan?” Hikaru asked interestedly, rubbing his palms together in anticipation.
Chinen bounced back to his feet.
“I know where Keisuke is,”
“You do?” Keito exclaimed rushing towards him. Chinen nodded.
“It was my manager’s idea, but since Keisuke can be so overly emotional and clueless and a dimwit at times, I had to do it to him too,”
“Do what?” Keito asked, trying to ignore the adjectives used to describe his sibling.
Chinen held up his hand to show them his wristwatch. It was a digital clock, with a tiny bar above the time display. It showed 4 digits.
“My watch is a pair; my manager has the other one. Mine is installed with a tracker and my manager gets my location in coordinates in the little bar at the top,”
“Wow,”
Ignoring the fact that Daiki, Hikaru and Ryutaro were now examining his gadget with sparkling eyes, he continued talking.
“The coordinates shown in my watch, are Keisuke’s coordinates,”
Keito’s eyes widened.
“I couldn’t get him a watch, but I managed to install a tracker in his glasses…he’s practically blind without them anyway and even with contacts on, he still keeps them with him,”
“Wouldn’t they have shattered in the car crash?” Ryutaro asked slightly horrified.
“You think they were still in the car when it plummeted into that ravine? I got my manager to do research on the driver and that man has criminal records,”
“Clever little squirrel,” Takaki gasped. Chinen smiled slightly.
“I did my homework, not just come up with something reckless, now let’s leave the Yakuza to the police and try to get Keisuke out of there, safe and sound by ourselves!”
~*~
Note: Sorry for the late update...I've been writing bit by bit every day to relax and it takes longer just to finish a chapter that way. But this week is still light, so I managed to do this. Thanx for bearing with me...and for reading this far. I really appreciate it!!
Love u guys!!!