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Fish + Prince = ?--JE
Title: Fish + Prince = ?, aka A Brief Essay on Why Wants and Needs Are Occasionally Surprisingly Compatible, Therefore Making Compromise Desirable
Fandom: Johnny's Entertainment
Characters: KinKi Kids (Domoto Tsuyoshi, Domoto Koichi)
Rating: G
Summary: Tsuyoshi <3(?) Koichi
Notes: Fluff. Ridiculousness and prose that is lavender at least but not yet near eggplant. Dramatics. Pretentiousness. ALL ME, mind you. Nothing to do with Fishboy and his greatest love.
It doesn't take long for him to realize that he needs his partner in his life.
He doesn't say it; he needs him more than paltry words can say.
He doesn't have to touch him; he needs him more than he needs to feel connected to the world.
He doesn't stare; he needs him more than he needs assurance of his presence.
He doesn't write it into songs; he needs it to be theirs alone.
He smiles it when his partner isn't looking, when heads are turned away and smiles can be attributed to something else.
He breathes it in the breaks of songs that aren't about them at all--the ones about heartbreak that could never happen.
But even then, it becomes something more significant than I need you.
It's I want you. I'm grateful to know you. It's things that aren't dependent, and it shows when they broadcast their independence.
But one is .5 and one is ½, and unless you add them together, there's no whole. Just two very beautiful puzzle pieces, colors precisely matched, waiting to be joined.
At least one of them takes the meaning of "forever" very seriously. He wouldn't lie to his fans, and he wouldn't lie to his partner. He secretly hopes in his poetic little heart that beauty in that particular form isn't as fleeting as tradition would say.
He sings, he pours his heart into everything he does and pours his love out to the crowd, pours his wit into silly songs that make his partner turn amusing colors because they're just artistic enough to not be cheap.
And at the end of every show, when their hands meet, it's his partner that squeezes his fingers tightly before making the final bow. That moment makes everything they don't do that much more meaningful.
Fandom: Johnny's Entertainment
Characters: KinKi Kids (Domoto Tsuyoshi, Domoto Koichi)
Rating: G
Summary: Tsuyoshi <3(?) Koichi
Notes: Fluff. Ridiculousness and prose that is lavender at least but not yet near eggplant. Dramatics. Pretentiousness. ALL ME, mind you. Nothing to do with Fishboy and his greatest love.
It doesn't take long for him to realize that he needs his partner in his life.
He doesn't say it; he needs him more than paltry words can say.
He doesn't have to touch him; he needs him more than he needs to feel connected to the world.
He doesn't stare; he needs him more than he needs assurance of his presence.
He doesn't write it into songs; he needs it to be theirs alone.
He smiles it when his partner isn't looking, when heads are turned away and smiles can be attributed to something else.
He breathes it in the breaks of songs that aren't about them at all--the ones about heartbreak that could never happen.
But even then, it becomes something more significant than I need you.
It's I want you. I'm grateful to know you. It's things that aren't dependent, and it shows when they broadcast their independence.
But one is .5 and one is ½, and unless you add them together, there's no whole. Just two very beautiful puzzle pieces, colors precisely matched, waiting to be joined.
At least one of them takes the meaning of "forever" very seriously. He wouldn't lie to his fans, and he wouldn't lie to his partner. He secretly hopes in his poetic little heart that beauty in that particular form isn't as fleeting as tradition would say.
He sings, he pours his heart into everything he does and pours his love out to the crowd, pours his wit into silly songs that make his partner turn amusing colors because they're just artistic enough to not be cheap.
And at the end of every show, when their hands meet, it's his partner that squeezes his fingers tightly before making the final bow. That moment makes everything they don't do that much more meaningful.