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--“
The doorbell rang.
Ryo groaned. Just when he was getting comfortable, some idiot decides to visit with him and exchange thoughts about the other’s day or something. Pulling himself off the couch, Ryo slowly dragged himself on his worn-out legs (yeah, as if dance practice for five hours straight wasn’t a pain in the ass) over to the door and opened it, expecting to see Jin with his eyes sparkling with happiness because he discovered a new English word, or Yoko and Subaru claiming that they can pull off a simple magic trick without injuring someone in the process (yes, even when attempting to pull a rabbit out of a hat).
Nobody was at the door, and Ryo swore that if someone called him to his front door again and was ‘invisible,’ he’d pulled out a knife and commit homicide, putting his life in danger or not. He was fucking tired. He needed rest.
He was about to slam the door shut in rage when he noticed a box sitting at his feet, wrapped in red paper and complete with a white bow. Raising an eyebrow, Ryo picked it up off the floor. A card was attached to the bow.
Happy Birthday, Nishikido-San
Enjoy your present.
- Sawajira
Ryo scoffed and dropped the present in the trash. Like he needed any of her shit at the moment. Could the day get any worse?
He collapsed back onto the couch and let out a tired sigh. His cell phone sat on the arm rest of the couch. Ryo reached for it; he wanted to check his voicemail.
You have two new messages.
New message:
“Hi, Ryo-chan! It’s Hiroki! Practice will be over in a few hours, so I’ll have some time to visit you before I head back home. So clean up, you pig! Your place is always a mess. Uwaah, gotta go. Sensei is getting fussy. Bleh. As if HE doesn’t talk on the phone 24/7. Bye, Ryo-chan!”
Ryo laughed and closed his flip phone, his thoughts distracted by his best friend’s message that he didn’t give a damn about the second message he received. Things were going to be getting better soon. His lovely Hiroki even requested - well, demanded - something, didn’t he?
Ignoring the pain in his legs, Ryo got up and began to pick up some trash littered on the carpeted floor.
~*~
“Jin, I believe gracias isn’t an English word… It isn’t. It’s Spanish…. Spanish is not a spicy food! You idiot, going to America just made you more stupid… Hey, I’m sexier than you are!... I do not have fat hips- Ah, wait a minute. There’s another call on the line.”
Ryo picked up the call.
There was loud sobbing on the other end.
“Oh, god. Yasuda. What is it?”
The guitarist couldn’t speak properly. Ryo knew that Yasuda was a crybaby (despite being older), so he began to yell at him to suck it up and tell him what the heck was the matter.
“What, did Subaru steal your strawberry again?”
Yasuda’s crying only got worse, and that was when Ryo noticed the serious depression in Yasuda’s cries.
“Yasuda, what happened?”
Yasuda’s crying faded from the phone and seconds later, Murakami Shingo’s solemn voice answered. “Hi.”
Murakami’s voice lacked its usual chirpy sound, and there was an indescribable tone in it, too. Ryo was confused. “What was he crying about?”
“… Check the news.”
“What-“
“Just do it,” he choked out. The line died.
Ryo stared at his phone. “Rude…” What the hell was going on?
Ryo switched the call back to Jin.
“Hello?”
Jin answered with a hollow, “Oh my god.” The usual I'm-always-happy tone in his voice was replaced with one that Ryo could not comprehend. Just like Murakami.
“What?”
“I think you should watch the news, Ryo-chan.”
“That’s what Shingo told me! What the heck-”
“Ryo-chan, you really should.”
Jin hung up.
Ryo groaned. What was the big deal with the news anyway? It just told you about everyday things. And weather. And boring debates.
Really. Watch the news? Yeah right.
Ryo's cell chimed. Immediately, he pulled it out of his pocket and flipped it open.
One message.
Ryo opened it.
Tegonyan: Ryotan. Please watch the news. I can't tell this to you personally. It hurts.
Ryo rolled his eyes and threw his cell across the room. In the process of the cell's downward spiral towards the plush blue floor, his phone chimed three more times, and an additional eight while it lay barren on the other side of the room. Ryo stared at his phone, itching to check if everyone was pushing him to watch the news or not.
He brushed it off and sat down on his couch and turned on the TV. He'll watch the news, but only because it seems so important to his friends. But really- what good was it gonna do anyway?
“-found dead at the front of the Johnny’s Entertainment building.”
Ryo sat up immediately. It wasn’t an Entertainment member, was it?
A bunch of cop cars were scattered around the Entertainment building, and many people circled the scene from a good distance, blocked by cones with “danger” tape latched onto them.
“The detectives say that he was knocked down and sat on before the murderer slipped the sack over his head and suffocated him; frankly, the murderer didn’t want him to escape.”
Ouch. That’s crazy.
“The victim also has been stabbed in the back continuously even after his death. And he is missing the most vital organ in one’s body- his heart.”
Ryo choked. The guy cut out his heart? Sick.
But who was the victim?
… Is this is reason why they wanted him to watch the news?
Panged with worry, Ryo ran over to his phone, picked it up, then scurried back to the couch. He read all the messages.
Koyama: The news... I don't understand who'd want to do that.
Notti: ... I don't think I can bear going back to NEWS now...
Baru: We waited so long. But…
Mama Shingo: You better be watching the news.
Pig Massu: This is horrible... I can't say anything else but watch the news.
Yassan: I can't stop crying. Everyone else can't, too.
Kato: I know that it seemed like we didn’t care, but we always waited. Check the news, Nishikido. Now.
Maru: I hope we find who's behind this.
Yoko: When we found out who did it, we're gonna team up and take him down!
Tada-chan: 8 -> 1....
Yamapi: I can't say it straight up, and it really aches, but I just want you to I'm here for you. We’re here for you. And for each other.
Ryo read each message over and over again. He didn’t get it. What was up with everyone's messages? What happened? Who was it?
“Wait a…”
“I can’t stop crying.”
“… we always waited”
The remote in Ryo’s hand clattered to the wooden floor.
“I don’t understand who’d want to do that.”
“... I’m here for you. We’re here for you.”
“8 -> 1…”
“No way. It couldn’t be….”
The news reporter continued to rant about the shocking murder and was about to stop the newscast when a younger reporter rushed over to her and whispered something in her ear. Eyes widening, the reporter dramatically turned back to the camera and said, “Just in! The murderer has been found- rather, the murderer has admitted her deed!”
Ryo’s eyes widened as well when Sawajira Erika walked out of the Entertainment building, cuffed and being lead out by three cops.
Many other reporters rushed over to the murderous actress.
”Why did you do it?”
“What made you commit such a murder?”
“Where is his heart?”
Ryo stared.
Sawajira calmly replied, “I was jealous. He had something that I wanted. Something that I deserved.”
An evil smile tugged at Sawajira’s thin lips. “Did you get your present, Nishikido-san?” She turned to look straight at the camera. There was a wild gleam in her eyes, and her voice was just as chillingly freaky as the creepy expression her face. “You said you wanted the heart of the one you loved, didn’t you? Isn’t it Uchi Hiroki-san?”
Ryo’s breath hitched.
No. Fucking. Way. Please. Ryo’s stomach churned as well.
Uchi.
Please no.
“Happy birthday, Nishikido Ryo.”
Tears threatening to slip down his cheeks, Ryo lunged at his trashcan and pulled out Sawajira’s gift. He ripped the bow and wrapping off and took the lid off the box.
He couldn’t stop gagging and crying the whole night.
~*~
… So… Nice birthday present for Ryo-chan, huh? *ducks for cover*
How was it? This is my first creep-ish story ever. Yup. Ahaha.
WAHAHAHA. TEH FREAKY.
… *cough*
So happy birthday, Ryo-chan! Stay psycho, kay? Because you’re great like that. :D
I could’ve written the first and last parts better. And the last scene is a bit sloppy, too. But oh well. At least I wrote something, ne? I’m proud of myself, for actually finishing a fic after those three long months of dealing with writer’s block and struggling to finish stories. Maybe this will help. I’m proud of myself, despite the fact that I killed Uchi… *shifty eyes*
Comments are love and appreciated and will make Uchi come back to life so that he can comfort crybaby!Ryo :D! Hope you guys liked the story. ^__^