FANFICTION: The Best Gift
Waaaaah, I should be studying for my finals- well, I've been studying madly since last week, but anywho- I just finished the fic now and really wanted to post it. So here it is. WOOOOOOOOOOO. It's for Ryo-chan. It was suppose to be posted on or before his birthday, but due to school and other distractions, I just finished it now.
I haven't finished any fics in awhile, so it felt good to finish this. I feel so accomplished. And writer's block hasn't been killing me as much. I'm on a roll! XDDD
So.
Onwards to teh fic~:
Title: The Best Gift
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Creepy, horror-ish story with some humor :D
Pairing(s) and Characters: Sawajiri/Nishikido (one-sided), Ryo/Uchi, NEWS and Eito.
Disclaimer: Would old man Johnny be typing fanfiction? Think about it. Hard. But not so much- don’t want you to get permanent brain damage. Yes, permanent, because Johnny’s has damaged are brains enough, no? :D
Summary: Sawajira Erika gives Ryo the best present he could ask for. *cough*
Notes: Happy Birthday, Ryo-chan~! I wasn't late on celebrating, but I couldn't finish this fic until today. At least I finished it though. Anywho, I don’t think of Sawajiri Erika as bitch, but I needed a bad guy in the story, and since there's a number of people out there who dislike her- TADA. There’s your bad guy. Ahaha. Yeah. First time writing something like this. What? It’s Ryo’s birthday present! He’s a psycho and all psychos love psychotic stuff, ne? XDD And don’t kill me. Please. Uchi WILL come back. By the way, I haven't seen the special episode of Ichi no Rittoru Namida, so please don't mind the mentionings of it. And of Sawajiri’s parents. I don’t know about her parents. But. Yeah. Enjoy. And comments are appreciated. ^o^
Sawajira Erika wasn’t the nicest person in the world.
Her family knew that (excluding her parents, who were blinded by her fake personality), her friends knew that, the people she worked with knew that. She herself knew it as well, but did she give a damn? Nope. She loved being hated. She felt more powerful.
Let’s rephrase that: Sawajira Erika was a fucking bitch.
She was stuck-up, rude, and always got what she wanted because her parents didn’t want their precious and only child to be disappointed and angry. Other than that, her parents were highly famous and generous and kind, unlike their two-faced daughter, and not a soul wanted to disobey them.
She always got what she wanted, until the special episode shooting for Ichi no Rittoru Namida.
“Good afternoon, Nishikido-san.”
Nishikido Ryo groaned and averted his eyes from his book to see no other that the snobby main actress of the dorama standing at his door, leaning against the door frame with her hands on her hips. His deadpan stare was the opposite of her smug smile. “What are you doing here?”
“If you didn’t know, there are some scenes that we are re-shooting for this episode.”
“I did know, but I want to know why you’re here in my dressing room. Aren’t you suppose to be on some show in an hour?” Ryo turned back to his book.
Her current expression deepening, Erika walked in and locked the door behind her. “I want to ask you something, Nishikido-san.”
Rolling his eyes, Ryo shut his book and was about to get up to kick her out of his room.
About.
Sawajira pushed him back down onto the couch, throwing his book aside, taking up his lap and straddling his hips. She pulled him towards her by his sleek black tie; her fingers crawled up his chest, sending unpleasant shivers down his spine. Her breath was warm and heavy on his lips.
Ryo’s eyes widened. “What the fuck-“
Lips crushed together, fabric ripped, rustled, and was struggled out of the way, and mixed groans of pleasure and disgust stabbed the eerie silence that resolved in the room seconds before. Ryo managed to push the predatory woman off of him, roughly that she stumbled back onto the small coffee table behind. Ryo furiously rubbed his lips with the back of his hand.
“Fuck.” His glare fell upon the woman rubbing her back on the floor. “What the hell with that for?”
Sawajira stared up at him with faux innocent eyes. “I like you, Nishikido. I want you.”
“Ooh, isn’t someone demanding,” Ryo spat, his face full of disgust..“Well, sorry. I already want the heart of someone else, thank you very much.”
Ryo stormed out of the room. Sawajira exploded with anger.
~*~
The Hello Kitty lamp that was on her nightstand flew across the room in a graceful arch and hit the wall with a loud crash. A nasty dent appeared.
She was enraged. How could he reject her? She was the greatest! She was beautiful, and wanted by all men who fell for her beauty and cover-up personality. What did that girl that he wanted have that she was missing?
The next day at the shooting, she found him sleeping on his couch with a blanket draped over his body. She smiled sweetly at the scene- that is, until she noticed something else. Another figure was huddled against the chest of the man she longed for, buried under the blanket with the slightest peak of hair sticking out. Hushed voices, soft sighs and giggles reached her ears.
She slowly crept towards the door and knelt down to avoid being seen, watching the little scene before her.
“It’s so cold in here,” the mystery person murmured.
“I like it cold.”
“But it’s freezing outside, too!”
“Call me a winter masochist because I’m not turning the heater on.”
“Jerk.”
“You know you love me.”
“Maybe I don’t.”
“Oh, really? Maybe a kiss will show me.” Nishikido puckered his lips and leaned close to the person on top of him.
The person abruptly sat up, the blanket sliding down his back, struggling to get away from Nishikido’s clutches. Loud laughter and protesting yells emitted from the duo, and seconds later, they ended up huddled together on the floor back in the position they were on the couch.
Sawajira froze, recognizing the person. Uchi Hiroki?
So he wanted Uchi Hiroki-san, did he? The way his face was beaming and his actions… He really loved the younger male.
And as much as Sawajira wanted to storm in and hurl the Johnny’s trainee out of the window, she wanted to make it up to Nishikido for being so… rudely forward.
After all, it’s the best gift.
"That's all for today. Good work, you two."
Uchi Hiroki nodded, letting out a quick but kind, “Thank you,” and rushed over to the other end of the room to get his bag. He quickly chugged down the water left over in his bottle (almost choking as he did so) and towel-dried his sweaty hair before pulling his beanie hat down on his head. “See you tomorrow, Hironori,” he chirped, patting the head of the younger male slouched in a chair as he passed by.
Kusano Hironori grinned, sitting up in vague interest at Hiroki’s enthusiasm that he lacked during their practice. “Where are YOU going in such a rush?”
“Oh, I’m visiting Ryo-chan! I heard he’s been having a rough week, so I wanna cheer him up a bit.”
Hironori teasingly said, “Oh, with what? A kiss?”
Hiroki glared piercingly at Hironori, but couldn’t hide the violent blush on his cheeks. He glanced at the digital clock that hung on the wall behind his friend. “Ah, I should go now! I want to visit him for at least an hour!”
“Okay. Bye, Hiroki! I’ll call you later. Have fun!”
Hiroki waved behind him as he ran off.
~*~
“Ryo-chan! Practice finished! I’ll be at your place in a few minutes. I hope you’re not completely dead that you won’t answer the door. Oh, and Ryo-chan, I- Huh? What the--“
Wow, LJ is actually picky about the post size? T_______T The Best Gift is continued HERE~