[KinKi Fic] Wakaba
Still in writer's block, and in times like this I do draft clearing. =P I'm starting to get bored of my own style, but still cannot summon enough energy to do elaborate plot writing. -_-0
So. These are short pieces tied to the drama Wakaba no Koro (as seen through my slash radar). Some parts probably make sense only when you have watched the entire series.
Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: One-sided Kouichi/Tsuyoshi (Jr period)
Genre: Introspective angst, independent semi-drabbles
Rating: G
Warning: References to the drama, potential spoilers
Summary: It's hard not to overlap real life and drama acting when he had practically the same feelings.
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: Premonition :
"I like you," Kouichi said. His voice was steady and unhesitant, because it was a dream.
The face in front of him was blurred, as most dreamscapes were; but he knew who it was, as most dreamers did.
Kouichi awoke just when the visage started to turn into the cold, smirking face of Aizawa Takeshi.
What little intention of confessing he had ever entertained promptly died after that night.
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: Paradigm :
Filming was smooth for the playing-date scenes. Duo or no, happiness was easier to handle.
Kouichi struggled with the confrontation shots: the enacted hostility was too believable on his co-actor(partner)'s face, and Tsuyoshi's suppressed impatience was real.
Fatigue dominated the rest of their time together, and Kouichi looked forward to TV interview jobs where Tsuyoshi would laugh and joke.
And sometimes, he would pretend the indifference was just them not yet learning to detach from their drama characters.
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: Mute :
He moved about in such brilliance, it was all Kouichi could do to keep up without fading in that light-- to watch on without drowning in that light.
Tsuyoshi must have thought him nothing but clumsy, but Kouichi didn't mind that so much compared to his fear of what Tsuyoshi might think about the real cause of his perpetual nervousness.
Kouichi loved enough to throw himself at his partner. Kouichi loved too much to throw themselves into that dilemma.
And everything remained peaceful, because Kouichi loved in the way comatose patients did: unreserved only in an untouchable world.
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So. These are short pieces tied to the drama Wakaba no Koro (as seen through my slash radar). Some parts probably make sense only when you have watched the entire series.
Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: One-sided Kouichi/Tsuyoshi (Jr period)
Genre: Introspective angst, independent semi-drabbles
Rating: G
Warning: References to the drama, potential spoilers
Summary: It's hard not to overlap real life and drama acting when he had practically the same feelings.
---
: Premonition :
"I like you," Kouichi said. His voice was steady and unhesitant, because it was a dream.
The face in front of him was blurred, as most dreamscapes were; but he knew who it was, as most dreamers did.
Kouichi awoke just when the visage started to turn into the cold, smirking face of Aizawa Takeshi.
What little intention of confessing he had ever entertained promptly died after that night.
---
: Paradigm :
Filming was smooth for the playing-date scenes. Duo or no, happiness was easier to handle.
Kouichi struggled with the confrontation shots: the enacted hostility was too believable on his co-actor(partner)'s face, and Tsuyoshi's suppressed impatience was real.
Fatigue dominated the rest of their time together, and Kouichi looked forward to TV interview jobs where Tsuyoshi would laugh and joke.
And sometimes, he would pretend the indifference was just them not yet learning to detach from their drama characters.
---
: Mute :
He moved about in such brilliance, it was all Kouichi could do to keep up without fading in that light-- to watch on without drowning in that light.
Tsuyoshi must have thought him nothing but clumsy, but Kouichi didn't mind that so much compared to his fear of what Tsuyoshi might think about the real cause of his perpetual nervousness.
Kouichi loved enough to throw himself at his partner. Kouichi loved too much to throw themselves into that dilemma.
And everything remained peaceful, because Kouichi loved in the way comatose patients did: unreserved only in an untouchable world.
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