Hitomi (Eyes) - NewS, PG
title: Hitomi (Eyes)
author: nihongofrancais
genre: RPS, NewS
pairing: KoyamaPi
disclaimer: They think therefore they are. I think, therefore I am. I don't own 'em.
summary: YamaPi's downfall is in the eyes.
author's note: Unbetaed. I finally got the cute!little!Koyama!eyes out of my system! *cheers* Though, as I find myself wanting to write fuzzy, happy things, I slowly disturb myself. *laughs* (originally written February 21, 2007)
"ofuro mo owatta yo." YamaPi strolled leisurely into the living room, toweling off his hair. "The shampoo's almost gone; I should've bought it yesterday at the drugstore after all."
When only the sound of random laughter from the television answered him, YamaPi drew closer to the sofa and smiled to himself.
There was Koyama - outstretched across the full-length of the sofa, head propped on the arm, facing the television - fast asleep.
"You promised you wouldn't fall asleep before taking a bath," YamaPi chided lightly, picking up the remote from the coffee table and shutting off the television. He then kneeled down next to the sofa, moving to gently shake Koyama awake so that he could get him to bathe and then to bed, but instead found himself hesitating as his gaze fell upon the peaceful face.
me ga chichakute kawaikute...
YamaPi brushed the bangs out of Koyama's shut eyes so he could see them clearly. Koyama's small, single-eyelid eyes. Ones that he was constantly teased for, but also loved for; the fans loved his eyes. "Keii-chan's eyes are too cute~!!"
But really, what did they know? They'd never seen the absolute delight in Koyama's eyes when he single-mindedly devoured his favorite pudding. Or the overwhelming happiness that had freely flowed into tears after NewS' return performance at Countdown. Or those private moments of utterly dark lust when YamaPi didn't think he would ever be able to escape his clutches (nor did he want to).
No, only YamaPi had beared witness to all. Only YamaPi knew that Koyama's cute and small eyes offered so much more than what the world was permitted to see. And only YamaPi could love those eyes in the most complete way.
"kimochi ii..." Koyama mewed, startling YamaPi out of his thoughtful admiration. Without YamaPi even realizing, his fingers had drifted to stroke at Koyama's temple, repeatedly brushing away at his long bangs.
Rocking back off his knees to sit more comfortably on the floor, YamaPi shook his head, chastizing. "You're so spoiled."
"Only because you let me be," Koyama returned, biting back a yawn as his eyes fluttered open from his midnight nap. "mou owatta?" He tugged at the towel now draped around YamaPi's shoulders.
"Awhile ago. I came out tell you, and you were asleep."
"And you didn't wake me up?"
"I was about to, but then you woke up yourself."
A small grin played on Koyama's lips as YamaPi quickly stood up, heading into adjacent kitchen. "You were admiring me again!" he delightfully declared, sitting up to stare at the other's back from his vantage point on the sofa.
YamaPi rolled his eyes as he grabbed a clean glass from the overhead cupboard. "You're annoying. And loud. Go take a bath already."
"Not until you admit it!" Koyama sung back; one could hardly tell it was past midnight and he had been completely exhausted only twenty minutes earlier.
Shutting off the tap, YamaPi turned around to lean against the counter behind him. Over the rim of the glass from which he drank, YamaPi could see Koyama with his chin resting on his arms which were folded across the back of the sofa, a pleased grin on his face. His small eyes shone brightly and confidently at YamaPi.
That trust. That security. The idea that someone could look at him in such a way never ceased to amaze YamaPi. "...ah, fine. I was admiring you," he caved in a somewhat defeated voice. "Would you just get in the bath already now? It's late and we have a batch of interview sessions tomorrow."
"hai~!" Koyama wandered down the hall toward the ofuro, stripping off his shirt along the way and carelessly tossing it aside.
Following Koyama down the hall, YamaPi picked up the discarded shirt. "He's right. I spoil him too much. Stupid, ugly eyes."
the end.
author: nihongofrancais
genre: RPS, NewS
pairing: KoyamaPi
disclaimer: They think therefore they are. I think, therefore I am. I don't own 'em.
summary: YamaPi's downfall is in the eyes.
author's note: Unbetaed. I finally got the cute!little!Koyama!eyes out of my system! *cheers* Though, as I find myself wanting to write fuzzy, happy things, I slowly disturb myself. *laughs* (originally written February 21, 2007)
"ofuro mo owatta yo." YamaPi strolled leisurely into the living room, toweling off his hair. "The shampoo's almost gone; I should've bought it yesterday at the drugstore after all."
When only the sound of random laughter from the television answered him, YamaPi drew closer to the sofa and smiled to himself.
There was Koyama - outstretched across the full-length of the sofa, head propped on the arm, facing the television - fast asleep.
"You promised you wouldn't fall asleep before taking a bath," YamaPi chided lightly, picking up the remote from the coffee table and shutting off the television. He then kneeled down next to the sofa, moving to gently shake Koyama awake so that he could get him to bathe and then to bed, but instead found himself hesitating as his gaze fell upon the peaceful face.
me ga chichakute kawaikute...
YamaPi brushed the bangs out of Koyama's shut eyes so he could see them clearly. Koyama's small, single-eyelid eyes. Ones that he was constantly teased for, but also loved for; the fans loved his eyes. "Keii-chan's eyes are too cute~!!"
But really, what did they know? They'd never seen the absolute delight in Koyama's eyes when he single-mindedly devoured his favorite pudding. Or the overwhelming happiness that had freely flowed into tears after NewS' return performance at Countdown. Or those private moments of utterly dark lust when YamaPi didn't think he would ever be able to escape his clutches (nor did he want to).
No, only YamaPi had beared witness to all. Only YamaPi knew that Koyama's cute and small eyes offered so much more than what the world was permitted to see. And only YamaPi could love those eyes in the most complete way.
"kimochi ii..." Koyama mewed, startling YamaPi out of his thoughtful admiration. Without YamaPi even realizing, his fingers had drifted to stroke at Koyama's temple, repeatedly brushing away at his long bangs.
Rocking back off his knees to sit more comfortably on the floor, YamaPi shook his head, chastizing. "You're so spoiled."
"Only because you let me be," Koyama returned, biting back a yawn as his eyes fluttered open from his midnight nap. "mou owatta?" He tugged at the towel now draped around YamaPi's shoulders.
"Awhile ago. I came out tell you, and you were asleep."
"And you didn't wake me up?"
"I was about to, but then you woke up yourself."
A small grin played on Koyama's lips as YamaPi quickly stood up, heading into adjacent kitchen. "You were admiring me again!" he delightfully declared, sitting up to stare at the other's back from his vantage point on the sofa.
YamaPi rolled his eyes as he grabbed a clean glass from the overhead cupboard. "You're annoying. And loud. Go take a bath already."
"Not until you admit it!" Koyama sung back; one could hardly tell it was past midnight and he had been completely exhausted only twenty minutes earlier.
Shutting off the tap, YamaPi turned around to lean against the counter behind him. Over the rim of the glass from which he drank, YamaPi could see Koyama with his chin resting on his arms which were folded across the back of the sofa, a pleased grin on his face. His small eyes shone brightly and confidently at YamaPi.
That trust. That security. The idea that someone could look at him in such a way never ceased to amaze YamaPi. "...ah, fine. I was admiring you," he caved in a somewhat defeated voice. "Would you just get in the bath already now? It's late and we have a batch of interview sessions tomorrow."
"hai~!" Koyama wandered down the hall toward the ofuro, stripping off his shirt along the way and carelessly tossing it aside.
Following Koyama down the hall, YamaPi picked up the discarded shirt. "He's right. I spoil him too much. Stupid, ugly eyes."
the end.