I'm a sooooul man~-- Er, woman. Girl. Person. Thing.
Yes, more crummy fanfiction. Sometimes I think it's my goal in life to write fanfiction for every conceivable pairing in Johnny's Entertainment. I'm like the Blues Brothers -- on a mission from God. (Alternately, I'm like the Reduced Shakespeare Company -- on a mission from God and the Literary Muse.)
*puts on her Blues Brothers sunglasses* Thus I present...
Title: Spark
Fandom: JE/NEWS
Pairing(s): KusanoxUchi/RyoxUchi (not nearly as exciting/obscene as it sounds)
Rating: G ('cause I'm Disney like that)
Explanation: It's from Kusano's perspective, if that wasn't clear. He's thinking about Uchi, and the other person mentioned is Ryo. Although there's mention of Tegoshi as well... but that shouldn't be too hard to figure out. ^.^
Spark
It's hard, coming back to a world that didn't have the courtesy to stop and wait for us. Of course, that's the point. Would we have learned our lesson if a vacation was all there was to the punishment? Well, I have my own thoughts on the matter, of course, but they're not anything anyone would want to hear even if I cared to stop long enough to share them.
You're working so hard. I can see it in every heavy breath you take, every bead of sweat that crawls down your forehead and cheek. You want to earn your way back into this world, to show people you sincerely regret being foolish enough to have had reason to leave it. I'm working hard too, of course, but you, you're really something else.
I know it bothers you to be practicing dances and choruses to songs we have no substantial part in. Damn good songs, of course, and maybe that's part of the punishment too. We get to stand in the back and sing quietly, backup to the one who somehow got so pretty while we were gone.
You want to earn your way back in. It's almost as if you think if you work hard enough, if you practice long enough, it'll be like you never left. For the longest time I thought I was the only one between us that realized the damage had been done, but you've just been pretending to be that stubborn. You know. Maybe you've always known.
I wonder when that spark in your eyes died.
Every now and then, he'll come in when he has a moment's pause, and you drop everything. Even if we're in the middle of a routine, his footsteps in the doorway will have you across the room in a heartbeat, and I try not to fault you for it. To call the two of you 'friends' would be to cheapen your relationship -- everyone with half a brain can see there's more to it than that. Depth, maybe. Something that just defies simple categorization. I used to hate him, just a little, until I realized that the moment your eyes light on his form in the doorway is the only time that spark manages to kindle again.
So I've gotten used to silently shuffling over to the other side of the room to give you some pretext of privacy, going through practiced motions, singing quietly to myself.
I can only wonder if he even noticed the spark was gone to begin with.
<3?
*puts on her Blues Brothers sunglasses* Thus I present...
Title: Spark
Fandom: JE/NEWS
Pairing(s): KusanoxUchi/RyoxUchi (not nearly as exciting/obscene as it sounds)
Rating: G ('cause I'm Disney like that)
Explanation: It's from Kusano's perspective, if that wasn't clear. He's thinking about Uchi, and the other person mentioned is Ryo. Although there's mention of Tegoshi as well... but that shouldn't be too hard to figure out. ^.^
Spark
It's hard, coming back to a world that didn't have the courtesy to stop and wait for us. Of course, that's the point. Would we have learned our lesson if a vacation was all there was to the punishment? Well, I have my own thoughts on the matter, of course, but they're not anything anyone would want to hear even if I cared to stop long enough to share them.
You're working so hard. I can see it in every heavy breath you take, every bead of sweat that crawls down your forehead and cheek. You want to earn your way back into this world, to show people you sincerely regret being foolish enough to have had reason to leave it. I'm working hard too, of course, but you, you're really something else.
I know it bothers you to be practicing dances and choruses to songs we have no substantial part in. Damn good songs, of course, and maybe that's part of the punishment too. We get to stand in the back and sing quietly, backup to the one who somehow got so pretty while we were gone.
You want to earn your way back in. It's almost as if you think if you work hard enough, if you practice long enough, it'll be like you never left. For the longest time I thought I was the only one between us that realized the damage had been done, but you've just been pretending to be that stubborn. You know. Maybe you've always known.
I wonder when that spark in your eyes died.
Every now and then, he'll come in when he has a moment's pause, and you drop everything. Even if we're in the middle of a routine, his footsteps in the doorway will have you across the room in a heartbeat, and I try not to fault you for it. To call the two of you 'friends' would be to cheapen your relationship -- everyone with half a brain can see there's more to it than that. Depth, maybe. Something that just defies simple categorization. I used to hate him, just a little, until I realized that the moment your eyes light on his form in the doorway is the only time that spark manages to kindle again.
So I've gotten used to silently shuffling over to the other side of the room to give you some pretext of privacy, going through practiced motions, singing quietly to myself.
I can only wonder if he even noticed the spark was gone to begin with.
<3?