sps & fic!
SMAP Power Splash: They broadcast from the Nagoya concert hall, a couple hours (I think?) before the concert. It started out with just Shingo complaining how Tsuyoshi was still eating and was shirking his responsibility to the radio program and all that. As if Shingo hasn't been missing half the time in the last three shows >:( Anyway, once Tsuyoshi finished eating they went around to various rooms, talking to staff members. Kind of like a backstage tour. And then they got Kimura to read the contact info at the end XD
I have fic! I had this one mostly finished a while ago, and just found it again recently. It's... well, not exactly upbeat, but not depressing either.
Title: Lionheart
Pairing: None. Well, Kimura/Shizuka, but it's not really the point.
Rating: PG for tiny bit of swearing
Kimura stood, barefoot, in the cold sand. His surfboard was heavy under his arm, the wind and waves perfect, but now that he was here he couldn't face the prospect of surfing.
He was getting married in a week.
His stomach tightened. He dropped his board and set off down the beach, feeling the roughness of the sand under his feet.
There wasn't anything wrong with it. He was just like any other guy, when it came down to it. The media flurry, the company meetings, the extent to which his private life became yet another marketing factor-- he picked up a clump of sand and flung it at the waves. It scattered across the water with a hiss.
But when he closed his eyes, he was standing on the stage, drenched in light and sweat and the cheers of the crowd, raising his voice in unison with four others. They'd sung together and danced together for ten years, five moving as one along the same path. He knew that any of them, without hesitation, would say that SMAP was the most important thing in their life. And as much as he hated to acknowledge it, he was afraid of himself, of the effect he might have on the group's future. If they lost everything they'd worked for, he'd never forgive himself.
But if it meant not devoting himself to his wife and child-- He bit down on his tongue and broke into a run.
He was worried that it was too soon, that this might be his only chance, that he was ridiculous for even thinking of marriage. How could he live with a job that deprived him of what he wanted? How could he put his own happiness above the welfare of the group? Under the makeup and fancy clothes, he was just an ordinary man-- and he was scared. Of not having the time to be there for his future family, of having to pull away from SMAP to become a husband and father, of not being able to support either with his full heart.
The waterlogged sand gave under his feet. He landed on his hands and knees, cold water pooling up under him, and dug his fingers into the sand. He was going to break, he was going to be torn in two--
--No. This was stupid. This was cowardly. He unclenched his hands, watching as water smoothed over the marks he'd left.
He would stay whole. He wasn't just an ordinary man, he was too strong, too determined; he could swallow back his fear and tell himself with absolute certainty that it was going to work, because he was Kimura Takuya, damn it. There was no way he could lose, not to anything or anyone.
Not even to himself.
I have fic! I had this one mostly finished a while ago, and just found it again recently. It's... well, not exactly upbeat, but not depressing either.
Title: Lionheart
Pairing: None. Well, Kimura/Shizuka, but it's not really the point.
Rating: PG for tiny bit of swearing
Kimura stood, barefoot, in the cold sand. His surfboard was heavy under his arm, the wind and waves perfect, but now that he was here he couldn't face the prospect of surfing.
He was getting married in a week.
His stomach tightened. He dropped his board and set off down the beach, feeling the roughness of the sand under his feet.
There wasn't anything wrong with it. He was just like any other guy, when it came down to it. The media flurry, the company meetings, the extent to which his private life became yet another marketing factor-- he picked up a clump of sand and flung it at the waves. It scattered across the water with a hiss.
But when he closed his eyes, he was standing on the stage, drenched in light and sweat and the cheers of the crowd, raising his voice in unison with four others. They'd sung together and danced together for ten years, five moving as one along the same path. He knew that any of them, without hesitation, would say that SMAP was the most important thing in their life. And as much as he hated to acknowledge it, he was afraid of himself, of the effect he might have on the group's future. If they lost everything they'd worked for, he'd never forgive himself.
But if it meant not devoting himself to his wife and child-- He bit down on his tongue and broke into a run.
He was worried that it was too soon, that this might be his only chance, that he was ridiculous for even thinking of marriage. How could he live with a job that deprived him of what he wanted? How could he put his own happiness above the welfare of the group? Under the makeup and fancy clothes, he was just an ordinary man-- and he was scared. Of not having the time to be there for his future family, of having to pull away from SMAP to become a husband and father, of not being able to support either with his full heart.
The waterlogged sand gave under his feet. He landed on his hands and knees, cold water pooling up under him, and dug his fingers into the sand. He was going to break, he was going to be torn in two--
--No. This was stupid. This was cowardly. He unclenched his hands, watching as water smoothed over the marks he'd left.
He would stay whole. He wasn't just an ordinary man, he was too strong, too determined; he could swallow back his fear and tell himself with absolute certainty that it was going to work, because he was Kimura Takuya, damn it. There was no way he could lose, not to anything or anyone.
Not even to himself.