[SK] fic: Twin Stars * chapter 8
Twin Stars (chapter 8)
fandom: Shaman King
word count: 1728
notes: for au100, prompt #15, blue (table here)
archive: livejournal / ffnet
summary: AU, idol universe. ch.8: in which Horo Horo makes his appearance, and lines from Ouran are borrowed
-----chapter 8: blue like the sky-----
He yawned widely, covering his mouth with his free hand, one eye nearly closed. In his other hand, he held the script that had his lines for the role he was currently cast in. He skimmed the lines with his half-opened eye. The more he read of the lines, the more awake he became. He read the lines out loud, laughing at some of them, marveling at how he always ended up with the fun characters.
"I'm a wonderful prince-like oniichan. I'm a wonderful prince-like oniichan. I'm a wonderful prince-like oniichan. I'm a wonderful prince-like oniichan. I'm a wonderful prince-like-"
"Oniichan?" questioned a sudden voice from behind him.
He jumped, his heart leaping up his throat. He turned around and saw the his own sky blue hair sported on the person behind him. His sister was dressed in her usual pink jacket and a pair of shorts. She had a large bag under her arms, which was probably full of cosmetics.
"Oh, it's just you Pirika." He tugged at his headband out of habit. "For one second there, I thought that Kirimi had appeared behind me!" He laughed at his own words, though he wasn't very relaxed, given the expression on his sister's face.
Pirika, not very amused, shook her hand at him.
"You're late, you know. Have you read through your lines yet? You better not be trying to do that last minute again!"
Horo Horo slapped his script against his palm as he continued with his nervous laughs. His sister always seemed to see right through his habits. "No worries!" he winged. "Of course I have! I've just been going over it again just now."
His younger sister just looked at him distrustfully, but he waved it away as mere sisterly concern. She sighed at his lack of worry. "I can't always be looking after you! I have my own job to do after all" Which, Horo Horo thought, was evident from the large bag she was holding.
"Yeah yeah, I know!" He unrolled his script, glancing through it again. "You don't have to nag at me so much. I love my job, so you don't have to worry about me skipping out on it!"
And what he said was true. Entirely true.
Horo Horo loved being a voice actor.
He loved being able to give voice to those animated characters, who, without him, would be mute and much less interesting. When characters came to him, they became alive with a fervor that was hard to match. He took pride in his work.
Pirika jostled her cosmetic bag, trying to get a better hold of it. "Well, I better be going then. I have a few people's makeup to do!"
"And so, who's your victim this time around?" he asked, glad that the spotlight was away from him now.
Pirika giggled, glad that her brother had asked. "Ha-chan!" she supplied, apparently eager to share the information.
Ha-chan? Horo Horo, since he was a voice actor, which he considered a more behind-the-scenes type of job, wasn't like those singers or actors or models who showed up on the front page of magazines and in front of crowds, so he wasn't exactly familiar with all the other celebrities. Though, because of his sister's job, he was familiar with mostly anyone who was ever subject to Pirika's handling, so it was strange that he didn't recognize this particular one.
"You know, that new singer from Bones Entertainment?" supplied Pirika at his apparent confusion. "She's really quite something. I mean, sometimes, she can out-scowl Tao Ren. Other times, she can give glares even deadlier than those from Kyoyama Anna. And a few times, I've seen her smile so sweetly that she could even give Iron Maiden Jeanne a run for her money! And, have you heard her sing? It's gives you chills! She's that good!"
"Wow, she certainly sounds like an interesting character!" he exclaimed, amused at his sister's enthusiasm and gossip. The more amusing the people she styled for, the more into her job she became. Horo Horo felt a twinge of pity for Ha-chan, since she was going to be subject to the most intense makeover ever, given how fired up Pirika was about the entire thing.
As he made his way over to the recording room, he glanced down at his lines, continuing from where he left off. "I'm not scared of the light!" He yelled, hands up in the air. "Evil beam! On myself!" As he entered the room, he grinned sheepishly at the people who had swiveled around to shush him.
-o0o-
"And so, what are we here for today?" asked Hao as he stifled a yawn. Lately, he hadn't been getting much sleep due to his long hours of practicing, which gave him extremely little time to plan for ways to make Kyoyama Anna's life miserable. He doubted that Faust would lend a hand in his plans either, so he was alone in his mission. These long hours weren't good for his complexion.
He propped his hands on the desk, head tilted, waiting for Faust's reply.
"You have two singles so far," murmured Faust, his hands twitching, probably itching to run it through his dear Eliza's hair, who, unfortunately, was still in the hospital. "And although we scheduled a mini-concert for you, two singles isn't enough for a concert."
"Ah, but you're the one who scheduled the concert. It's your fault," pointed out Hao. He could feel a scowl coming, but he quickly put a damper on that feeling because scowling too much would cause permanent wrinkles. Instead, he just stared up at Faust with a slight frown on his face.
"I don't understand. What do you want me to do?" He asked in a confused voice, trying to remedy his harsh tone from before.
There, he should be the exact image of a puzzled little girl. Ick.
But, miraculously, Faust seemed to buy it. His expression was hard to read through his thick makeup, especially with those impassive eyes, but Hao could still detect the slight crinkling around the corner of his eyes that indicated that Faust was starting to smile, trying to reassure him. And soon enough, the smile became apparent.
"You'll just have to talk a bit more than usual," answered Faust. "This is a very good chance to for people to get to know you."
At that moment, the door opened, and in bounded the airheaded, bubbly blue-haired girl with a voice that grated his ears. Now, he truly did feel like scowling.
"Moooorning everyone!" beamed the girl, her cosmetic bag held high in front of her. "Ready for some fun?"
Hao found that if he wanted to, he could bring himself to hate the color blue. It wasn't natural, not on someone's head. It was probably the source of her bubbliness. He would never be ready for what she termed 'some fun.'
-o0o-
Later that day when rehearsals were finally over, Hao found himself in the lounge where the air conditioning was on full blast. He schooled his expression back into one of quiet amusement, the one that should had always been present on his face, when all he wanted to do was question who the heck thought that it would be a good idea to have the air conditioning on when it was damn freezing cold? The scowls and the frowns and the glares, those were mere slips out of character for him. He needed to put them away. This idol business was making him lose his calm. He needed to calm down and relax, and take control of the situation instead of the other way around.
He took in deep breaths, thinking to himself, if nothing else, he should find a wide expanse of sky. If it were still bright outside he'd content himself to watching clouds. If it were already night, he'd count the stars instead. It always helped calm him down. Anything was better than staying cooped up inside.
He stood up and shivered, running his hands up and down his bare arms to rub some warmth into them.
It was indeed, still bright outside, but the sun was already setting, casting long, red shadows across his path. While most people admired sunsets, Hao hated them and much rather preferred the absolute darkness, or, if it couldn't be helped, the cheery brightness of the day. He disliked inbetweens.
But no matter what, being outside was better than being inside, so he stayed, finding himself a nice patch of grass and laying down to watch the stars twinkle into existence. Until, that is, a head of blue blocked his view.
He started scowling and stopped, resorting to glaring instead, until finally he grabbed on to his stray emotions and sent them all scurrying the the deep recesses of his mind. He looked up calmly, not a hint of his previous discontent in his face. Instead, he let his custom smile twitch at the corners of his mouth, though he felt no amusement at this situation.
"You must be Ha-chan!" exclaimed the blob of blue that was annoyingly in his way.
"Yes, that's me," he replied. The blob of blue disappeared, and Hao almost thought that the intruder must have merrily went away, until he felt the grass beside him rustle, indicating that no, the intruder had opted to stay. He glanced over and almost grimaced at the head of blue sported on the person who had sat down on the grass next to him.
Great. Another blue-headed airhead here to torment him.
"I don't suppose you're related to Usui Pirika?" he ventured, hoping that it wasn't true. He propped himself up, the peaceful sky-gazing already disturbed.
"Oh my gosh, how'd you guess?"
Hao glanced at the other boy, his smile almost a smirk, as he reached over, his hand fingering a strand of the other boy's light blue hair.
"Your hair color. It's quite rare," murmured Hao.
A blush spread across the other boy's face. It could have been because of Hao's words, but more likely it was because of Hao's actions. The boy quickly pulled away, straightening his headband as he did so.
"I'm Horo Horo!" exclaimed the boy, trying to ignore what Hao had just did. "And I'm a voice actor!"
"Ha-chan," supplied Hao, as it seemed to be his turn. He suppressed his urge to make fun of the other boy's reaction. "Singer."
Hao offered his hand, though Horo Horo did not take it without blushing.
And that was how Hao met Horo Horo, who would turn out to be the blunt of Hao's merciless teasings for times to come.
-----tbc-----
next chapter: "Yoh," was Anna's terse greeting. Yoh smiled hesitantly in return.
Comments greatly appreciated. (It's been a year and a half...and this is all I came up with??)
fandom: Shaman King
word count: 1728
notes: for au100, prompt #15, blue (table here)
archive: livejournal / ffnet
summary: AU, idol universe. ch.8: in which Horo Horo makes his appearance, and lines from Ouran are borrowed
-----chapter 8: blue like the sky-----
He yawned widely, covering his mouth with his free hand, one eye nearly closed. In his other hand, he held the script that had his lines for the role he was currently cast in. He skimmed the lines with his half-opened eye. The more he read of the lines, the more awake he became. He read the lines out loud, laughing at some of them, marveling at how he always ended up with the fun characters.
"I'm a wonderful prince-like oniichan. I'm a wonderful prince-like oniichan. I'm a wonderful prince-like oniichan. I'm a wonderful prince-like oniichan. I'm a wonderful prince-like-"
"Oniichan?" questioned a sudden voice from behind him.
He jumped, his heart leaping up his throat. He turned around and saw the his own sky blue hair sported on the person behind him. His sister was dressed in her usual pink jacket and a pair of shorts. She had a large bag under her arms, which was probably full of cosmetics.
"Oh, it's just you Pirika." He tugged at his headband out of habit. "For one second there, I thought that Kirimi had appeared behind me!" He laughed at his own words, though he wasn't very relaxed, given the expression on his sister's face.
Pirika, not very amused, shook her hand at him.
"You're late, you know. Have you read through your lines yet? You better not be trying to do that last minute again!"
Horo Horo slapped his script against his palm as he continued with his nervous laughs. His sister always seemed to see right through his habits. "No worries!" he winged. "Of course I have! I've just been going over it again just now."
His younger sister just looked at him distrustfully, but he waved it away as mere sisterly concern. She sighed at his lack of worry. "I can't always be looking after you! I have my own job to do after all" Which, Horo Horo thought, was evident from the large bag she was holding.
"Yeah yeah, I know!" He unrolled his script, glancing through it again. "You don't have to nag at me so much. I love my job, so you don't have to worry about me skipping out on it!"
And what he said was true. Entirely true.
Horo Horo loved being a voice actor.
He loved being able to give voice to those animated characters, who, without him, would be mute and much less interesting. When characters came to him, they became alive with a fervor that was hard to match. He took pride in his work.
Pirika jostled her cosmetic bag, trying to get a better hold of it. "Well, I better be going then. I have a few people's makeup to do!"
"And so, who's your victim this time around?" he asked, glad that the spotlight was away from him now.
Pirika giggled, glad that her brother had asked. "Ha-chan!" she supplied, apparently eager to share the information.
Ha-chan? Horo Horo, since he was a voice actor, which he considered a more behind-the-scenes type of job, wasn't like those singers or actors or models who showed up on the front page of magazines and in front of crowds, so he wasn't exactly familiar with all the other celebrities. Though, because of his sister's job, he was familiar with mostly anyone who was ever subject to Pirika's handling, so it was strange that he didn't recognize this particular one.
"You know, that new singer from Bones Entertainment?" supplied Pirika at his apparent confusion. "She's really quite something. I mean, sometimes, she can out-scowl Tao Ren. Other times, she can give glares even deadlier than those from Kyoyama Anna. And a few times, I've seen her smile so sweetly that she could even give Iron Maiden Jeanne a run for her money! And, have you heard her sing? It's gives you chills! She's that good!"
"Wow, she certainly sounds like an interesting character!" he exclaimed, amused at his sister's enthusiasm and gossip. The more amusing the people she styled for, the more into her job she became. Horo Horo felt a twinge of pity for Ha-chan, since she was going to be subject to the most intense makeover ever, given how fired up Pirika was about the entire thing.
As he made his way over to the recording room, he glanced down at his lines, continuing from where he left off. "I'm not scared of the light!" He yelled, hands up in the air. "Evil beam! On myself!" As he entered the room, he grinned sheepishly at the people who had swiveled around to shush him.
-o0o-
"And so, what are we here for today?" asked Hao as he stifled a yawn. Lately, he hadn't been getting much sleep due to his long hours of practicing, which gave him extremely little time to plan for ways to make Kyoyama Anna's life miserable. He doubted that Faust would lend a hand in his plans either, so he was alone in his mission. These long hours weren't good for his complexion.
He propped his hands on the desk, head tilted, waiting for Faust's reply.
"You have two singles so far," murmured Faust, his hands twitching, probably itching to run it through his dear Eliza's hair, who, unfortunately, was still in the hospital. "And although we scheduled a mini-concert for you, two singles isn't enough for a concert."
"Ah, but you're the one who scheduled the concert. It's your fault," pointed out Hao. He could feel a scowl coming, but he quickly put a damper on that feeling because scowling too much would cause permanent wrinkles. Instead, he just stared up at Faust with a slight frown on his face.
"I don't understand. What do you want me to do?" He asked in a confused voice, trying to remedy his harsh tone from before.
There, he should be the exact image of a puzzled little girl. Ick.
But, miraculously, Faust seemed to buy it. His expression was hard to read through his thick makeup, especially with those impassive eyes, but Hao could still detect the slight crinkling around the corner of his eyes that indicated that Faust was starting to smile, trying to reassure him. And soon enough, the smile became apparent.
"You'll just have to talk a bit more than usual," answered Faust. "This is a very good chance to for people to get to know you."
At that moment, the door opened, and in bounded the airheaded, bubbly blue-haired girl with a voice that grated his ears. Now, he truly did feel like scowling.
"Moooorning everyone!" beamed the girl, her cosmetic bag held high in front of her. "Ready for some fun?"
Hao found that if he wanted to, he could bring himself to hate the color blue. It wasn't natural, not on someone's head. It was probably the source of her bubbliness. He would never be ready for what she termed 'some fun.'
-o0o-
Later that day when rehearsals were finally over, Hao found himself in the lounge where the air conditioning was on full blast. He schooled his expression back into one of quiet amusement, the one that should had always been present on his face, when all he wanted to do was question who the heck thought that it would be a good idea to have the air conditioning on when it was damn freezing cold? The scowls and the frowns and the glares, those were mere slips out of character for him. He needed to put them away. This idol business was making him lose his calm. He needed to calm down and relax, and take control of the situation instead of the other way around.
He took in deep breaths, thinking to himself, if nothing else, he should find a wide expanse of sky. If it were still bright outside he'd content himself to watching clouds. If it were already night, he'd count the stars instead. It always helped calm him down. Anything was better than staying cooped up inside.
He stood up and shivered, running his hands up and down his bare arms to rub some warmth into them.
It was indeed, still bright outside, but the sun was already setting, casting long, red shadows across his path. While most people admired sunsets, Hao hated them and much rather preferred the absolute darkness, or, if it couldn't be helped, the cheery brightness of the day. He disliked inbetweens.
But no matter what, being outside was better than being inside, so he stayed, finding himself a nice patch of grass and laying down to watch the stars twinkle into existence. Until, that is, a head of blue blocked his view.
He started scowling and stopped, resorting to glaring instead, until finally he grabbed on to his stray emotions and sent them all scurrying the the deep recesses of his mind. He looked up calmly, not a hint of his previous discontent in his face. Instead, he let his custom smile twitch at the corners of his mouth, though he felt no amusement at this situation.
"You must be Ha-chan!" exclaimed the blob of blue that was annoyingly in his way.
"Yes, that's me," he replied. The blob of blue disappeared, and Hao almost thought that the intruder must have merrily went away, until he felt the grass beside him rustle, indicating that no, the intruder had opted to stay. He glanced over and almost grimaced at the head of blue sported on the person who had sat down on the grass next to him.
Great. Another blue-headed airhead here to torment him.
"I don't suppose you're related to Usui Pirika?" he ventured, hoping that it wasn't true. He propped himself up, the peaceful sky-gazing already disturbed.
"Oh my gosh, how'd you guess?"
Hao glanced at the other boy, his smile almost a smirk, as he reached over, his hand fingering a strand of the other boy's light blue hair.
"Your hair color. It's quite rare," murmured Hao.
A blush spread across the other boy's face. It could have been because of Hao's words, but more likely it was because of Hao's actions. The boy quickly pulled away, straightening his headband as he did so.
"I'm Horo Horo!" exclaimed the boy, trying to ignore what Hao had just did. "And I'm a voice actor!"
"Ha-chan," supplied Hao, as it seemed to be his turn. He suppressed his urge to make fun of the other boy's reaction. "Singer."
Hao offered his hand, though Horo Horo did not take it without blushing.
And that was how Hao met Horo Horo, who would turn out to be the blunt of Hao's merciless teasings for times to come.
-----tbc-----
next chapter: "Yoh," was Anna's terse greeting. Yoh smiled hesitantly in return.
Comments greatly appreciated. (It's been a year and a half...and this is all I came up with??)