More fic.
Oh my, yet another PLASTIC TREE FIC. Oh my, for a band I'm not even confident about writing about I sure am turning out a lot of fics about them.
Not got much a a summary for this... Tadashi gets stressed out so he takes a vacation and sort of solves his problem. That good enough? Anyway, I'm not sure whether I like this or not. Not sure at all.
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Sometimes those normally level-headed, calm, logical people snap and it shocks everyone. Especially those people who they look out for and whose crises they usually solve. Every now and then, they have their own little crisis and no one notices because - ordinarily - these people are the most tremendous bottlers of feelings you’ll meet. These people, far from being one in a million, are more like one in twenty and Tadashi is one of these people.
The scene Tadashi makes is not a major one. He shouts, kicks over a microphone stand - which, unsurprisingly, breaks. He storms out but is soon found, by Ryuutarou, sitting on a bench smoking a much needed cigarette. Ryuutarou apologises but Tadashi insists it’s not his fault. Ryuutarou suggests that Tadashi goes away, just for a while, to chill out and says he’ll ask the label about it.
A week later, Ryuutarou’s got Tadashi a free trip to some health resort up in the hills somewhere. He tells Tadashi that the label’s paying for it all so abuse it, get a foot massage or a face mask just to see if it does anything at all, he might as well make the most. Tadashi just smiles and insists he doesn’t need it, he’ll be fine but, of course, Ryuutarou’s insistence wins him over and he finds himself on an unnecessary half hour plane trip to a health resort with his bass guitar, some clothes, some books.
Tadashi barely leaves his room when he gets there. He gets coffees through room service and only leaves occasionally to go out to this one restaurant for dinner. He goes in the hot springs once, a couple of days in, but doesn’t go back after that. He avoids manicures, massages and all the outrageous beauty treatments and works on a song, wondering as he does so what kind of lyrics Ryuutarou will write for it - that is, if he ever gets that far with it.
The restaurant Tadashi likes to eat in is a small, fairly traditional place with never more than one or two tables full. On one occasion, Tadashi strikes up a little conversation with the owner of the place, he’s done eating and he’s sitting at the counter, drinking. Tadashi asks the owner, in a polite sort of way, if business is always this slow and the owner smiles and says, “Yes, yes, it is.” But from the way he says it Tadashi thinks that he doesn’t seem to mind. The owner of the place asks Tadashi where he’s from and Tadashi says he’s based in Tokyo - work wise anyway.
“Just like everyone.” The old restaurant owner says, but adds that Tadashi doesn’t look like the regular health farm tourist.
Tadashi smiles and says he doesn’t dig the whole health farm thing but he’s here because he lost it at work and they thought he should get away for a while.
The restaurant owner smiles and says, “What made you lose it?”
And Tadashi replies, “Helplessness. I couldn’t solve the problem.”
The old man pours Tadashi another drink and asks Tadashi if he thinks he could solve the problem now.
Tadashi’s not sure if the problem’s got a solution, at least not a good one, but he just says, “Maybe, if I work on it hard enough, maybe I’ll manage.” And the other man smiles and says that the richest, most worthwhile problems in life never have a just one solution.
Halfway through the second week of Tadashi’s two week trip Ryuutarou visits. He goes up on a train, in a carriage which is meant to be quiet, singing the whole way though no one seems to mind. When Ryuutarou arrives Tadashi’s working on his song. Tadashi ignores the first knock on his door because he can’t imagine that there’s anyone he wants to see at it but Ryuutarou knocks again and this time Tadashi heaves himself up and answers it.
“Shouldn't you be getting pampered?” The vocalist says, with a grin.
“If I were, you’d have a bit of a problem, wouldn’t you? Come all the way here and not able to see me.” They both smile and Ryuutarou invites himself in, surveying the place carefully - from the bed in the middle of the room and its white sheets, on which lay Tadashi’s bass, to the small kitchen unit, the large TV and the ajar bathroom door.
“Not too bad.” Ryuutarou comments when he’s done looking.
“Guess not,” is all Tadashi replies.
Ryuutarou sits himself down on the edge of Tadashi’s bed, ignoring Tadashi’s little notes about the song he’s writing and asking Tadashi the question he’d come for, “You doing OK?”
Tadashi smiles, thinking that it’s just like Ryuutarou to be straight to the point. “Yeah, alright.”
“Been looking after yourself whilst you’ve been here?”
“I guess,” says Tadashi, who’s still standing by the open door, “Haven’t been working too hard.” He adds, finally closing the door behind him.
“Don’t look like you’ve been getting much beauty treatment though.” Ryuutarou comments and tilts his head to the side theatrically as he does so and grinning.
“Not really.” Tadashi admits.
There’s a pause in which Ryuutarou picks up Tadashi’s song notes and, without looking at them much, says, “Been writing?”
“A little.”
“Want to show me?”
“Not really.” But Ryuutarou grins at him and Tadashi gives in, sitting next to Ryuutarou, putting his bass on his lap and starting on something.
“Didn’t bring a guitar?” Ryuutarou half-teases.
“I’m no good at guitar.”
Ryuutarou grins at this and says, “You’re better than I am and it’s in my job description.” Ryuutarou pauses before adding, “You’re just a perfectionist, you can’t stand doing anything if you aren’t going to do it right.”
And Tadashi admits it and says that’s probably his problem.
Ryuutarou asks, “What problem?”
Actually, Tadashi says, he’s not quite sure what the problem is he only knows that there’s no perfect solution to it.
And Ryuutarou smiles at him and says, “It’s not the problem of life, is it? The problem that, in life, there are always complications and things you can’t deal with.”
“Something like that.” Tadashi tells him, “It’s something like that.”
Well, Ryuutarou assures him, there’s no way you’re solving that problem, you just have to deal with it, as best you can.
Tadashi says, “Is that so?” And puts his bass down so it’s leaning against the wall. “So,” he says, “How do I deal with the fact that I’m in love with you?”
Ryuutarou’s grinning as much as Tadashi’s shaking and he says, “I guess, you’d do it something like this,” and Ryuutarou kisses him and Tadashi lets him, just lets him and nothing more than that.
“And…” Tadashi says, when they’ve broken the kiss, “How do I deal with the fact that I know you’ll never feel the same way?”
Ryuutarou just looks away and knows he’s beaten. They sit there for an age, Tadashi playing through the song he’s working on in his head, Ryuutarou just sitting there. “How do you know I won’t, someday?”
“Because you know it, if you thought there was even a chance you wouldn’t look away like that.” And Tadashi sighs, stilling shaking and adds, “You going home now?”
“I guess so.” Ryuutarou replies as he gets up to leave, “But let me know, when you’ve got an answer and… do me a favour and finish that song?”
“Sure,” Tadashi says, “Sure.”
And a week later he’s back to work and keeping it all bottled up, remembering the way that Ryuutarou kissed him and then the way he looked away, and thinking that some things are best left alone. Left unsaid but poured into songs and given a meaning by someone else and then a whole load of someone else’s until the song you wrote at a fancy health retreat becomes a radio broadcast - and it isn’t a love song anymore and it isn’t winter anymore and you aren’t single anymore and, maybe, one day you won’t love him anymore.
Not got much a a summary for this... Tadashi gets stressed out so he takes a vacation and sort of solves his problem. That good enough? Anyway, I'm not sure whether I like this or not. Not sure at all.
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Sometimes those normally level-headed, calm, logical people snap and it shocks everyone. Especially those people who they look out for and whose crises they usually solve. Every now and then, they have their own little crisis and no one notices because - ordinarily - these people are the most tremendous bottlers of feelings you’ll meet. These people, far from being one in a million, are more like one in twenty and Tadashi is one of these people.
The scene Tadashi makes is not a major one. He shouts, kicks over a microphone stand - which, unsurprisingly, breaks. He storms out but is soon found, by Ryuutarou, sitting on a bench smoking a much needed cigarette. Ryuutarou apologises but Tadashi insists it’s not his fault. Ryuutarou suggests that Tadashi goes away, just for a while, to chill out and says he’ll ask the label about it.
A week later, Ryuutarou’s got Tadashi a free trip to some health resort up in the hills somewhere. He tells Tadashi that the label’s paying for it all so abuse it, get a foot massage or a face mask just to see if it does anything at all, he might as well make the most. Tadashi just smiles and insists he doesn’t need it, he’ll be fine but, of course, Ryuutarou’s insistence wins him over and he finds himself on an unnecessary half hour plane trip to a health resort with his bass guitar, some clothes, some books.
Tadashi barely leaves his room when he gets there. He gets coffees through room service and only leaves occasionally to go out to this one restaurant for dinner. He goes in the hot springs once, a couple of days in, but doesn’t go back after that. He avoids manicures, massages and all the outrageous beauty treatments and works on a song, wondering as he does so what kind of lyrics Ryuutarou will write for it - that is, if he ever gets that far with it.
The restaurant Tadashi likes to eat in is a small, fairly traditional place with never more than one or two tables full. On one occasion, Tadashi strikes up a little conversation with the owner of the place, he’s done eating and he’s sitting at the counter, drinking. Tadashi asks the owner, in a polite sort of way, if business is always this slow and the owner smiles and says, “Yes, yes, it is.” But from the way he says it Tadashi thinks that he doesn’t seem to mind. The owner of the place asks Tadashi where he’s from and Tadashi says he’s based in Tokyo - work wise anyway.
“Just like everyone.” The old restaurant owner says, but adds that Tadashi doesn’t look like the regular health farm tourist.
Tadashi smiles and says he doesn’t dig the whole health farm thing but he’s here because he lost it at work and they thought he should get away for a while.
The restaurant owner smiles and says, “What made you lose it?”
And Tadashi replies, “Helplessness. I couldn’t solve the problem.”
The old man pours Tadashi another drink and asks Tadashi if he thinks he could solve the problem now.
Tadashi’s not sure if the problem’s got a solution, at least not a good one, but he just says, “Maybe, if I work on it hard enough, maybe I’ll manage.” And the other man smiles and says that the richest, most worthwhile problems in life never have a just one solution.
Halfway through the second week of Tadashi’s two week trip Ryuutarou visits. He goes up on a train, in a carriage which is meant to be quiet, singing the whole way though no one seems to mind. When Ryuutarou arrives Tadashi’s working on his song. Tadashi ignores the first knock on his door because he can’t imagine that there’s anyone he wants to see at it but Ryuutarou knocks again and this time Tadashi heaves himself up and answers it.
“Shouldn't you be getting pampered?” The vocalist says, with a grin.
“If I were, you’d have a bit of a problem, wouldn’t you? Come all the way here and not able to see me.” They both smile and Ryuutarou invites himself in, surveying the place carefully - from the bed in the middle of the room and its white sheets, on which lay Tadashi’s bass, to the small kitchen unit, the large TV and the ajar bathroom door.
“Not too bad.” Ryuutarou comments when he’s done looking.
“Guess not,” is all Tadashi replies.
Ryuutarou sits himself down on the edge of Tadashi’s bed, ignoring Tadashi’s little notes about the song he’s writing and asking Tadashi the question he’d come for, “You doing OK?”
Tadashi smiles, thinking that it’s just like Ryuutarou to be straight to the point. “Yeah, alright.”
“Been looking after yourself whilst you’ve been here?”
“I guess,” says Tadashi, who’s still standing by the open door, “Haven’t been working too hard.” He adds, finally closing the door behind him.
“Don’t look like you’ve been getting much beauty treatment though.” Ryuutarou comments and tilts his head to the side theatrically as he does so and grinning.
“Not really.” Tadashi admits.
There’s a pause in which Ryuutarou picks up Tadashi’s song notes and, without looking at them much, says, “Been writing?”
“A little.”
“Want to show me?”
“Not really.” But Ryuutarou grins at him and Tadashi gives in, sitting next to Ryuutarou, putting his bass on his lap and starting on something.
“Didn’t bring a guitar?” Ryuutarou half-teases.
“I’m no good at guitar.”
Ryuutarou grins at this and says, “You’re better than I am and it’s in my job description.” Ryuutarou pauses before adding, “You’re just a perfectionist, you can’t stand doing anything if you aren’t going to do it right.”
And Tadashi admits it and says that’s probably his problem.
Ryuutarou asks, “What problem?”
Actually, Tadashi says, he’s not quite sure what the problem is he only knows that there’s no perfect solution to it.
And Ryuutarou smiles at him and says, “It’s not the problem of life, is it? The problem that, in life, there are always complications and things you can’t deal with.”
“Something like that.” Tadashi tells him, “It’s something like that.”
Well, Ryuutarou assures him, there’s no way you’re solving that problem, you just have to deal with it, as best you can.
Tadashi says, “Is that so?” And puts his bass down so it’s leaning against the wall. “So,” he says, “How do I deal with the fact that I’m in love with you?”
Ryuutarou’s grinning as much as Tadashi’s shaking and he says, “I guess, you’d do it something like this,” and Ryuutarou kisses him and Tadashi lets him, just lets him and nothing more than that.
“And…” Tadashi says, when they’ve broken the kiss, “How do I deal with the fact that I know you’ll never feel the same way?”
Ryuutarou just looks away and knows he’s beaten. They sit there for an age, Tadashi playing through the song he’s working on in his head, Ryuutarou just sitting there. “How do you know I won’t, someday?”
“Because you know it, if you thought there was even a chance you wouldn’t look away like that.” And Tadashi sighs, stilling shaking and adds, “You going home now?”
“I guess so.” Ryuutarou replies as he gets up to leave, “But let me know, when you’ve got an answer and… do me a favour and finish that song?”
“Sure,” Tadashi says, “Sure.”
And a week later he’s back to work and keeping it all bottled up, remembering the way that Ryuutarou kissed him and then the way he looked away, and thinking that some things are best left alone. Left unsaid but poured into songs and given a meaning by someone else and then a whole load of someone else’s until the song you wrote at a fancy health retreat becomes a radio broadcast - and it isn’t a love song anymore and it isn’t winter anymore and you aren’t single anymore and, maybe, one day you won’t love him anymore.