Happiest boy alive
Title: Happiest boy alive
Author: Ohyamada
Fandom: Kanjani8
Pairing: None, Yasuda-centric
Status: Oneshot
Rating: G
Summary: Yasuda is a real boy.
~*~
There once was a little boy, called Shota.
He loved his parents very much, and his big sister as well (when she wasn´t teasing him, at least).
Shota's mother loved fairy tales, so every night before she put her children to bed they were treated to a story. Kintaro, the Tongue-Cut Sparrow, the Celestial Princess. They loved them all.
Then, Mother began telling them Western fairy tales.
Like Snow White ("I know dragons exist, Mama. But what about dwarves? I've never seen those before!"), and Puss in Boots.
And Pinocchio.
Shota all but climbed into her lap in his curiosity and excitement.
"A real boy, Mama? Really? He must be happy, ne?"
She smiled. "Yes, Shota, a real boy. It was his biggest wish, so he must've been the happiest boy alive."
He beamed as his mother tucked him in. As she turned off the light in his room, he was awake just long enough to whisper: "I'm glad I'm a real boy too, Mama."
And a real boy he was.
He entered the Jimusho and turned out to be a gifted guitarist. Yasuda, as they called him, had short, spiky hair and a nice voice even before it broke. A strong jawline, with determination to match. And while he might not be the tallest boy around, he practically towered over Ryo-chan, even though he was only two months older.
Years passed, as they are wont to do. Yasuda's beloved V.WEST came to an end, and a new unit was formed.
Kanjani8 grew over time, as did their bond and - perhaps more importantly - Yasuda himself.
He grew taller (but not much, and now it was Ryo who did the towering. Well... not so much towering as just being the tiniest bit taller), tried different hairstyles and discovered his own personal style, as well as his passion for designing clothing and hats.
Yasuda got some looks when he first started wearing nail polish, but he didn't mind. Nor did he mind the raised eyebrows in response to his more colourful outfits, or his cheerful, almost exuberant behaviour.
Being in the Jimusho was bound to have an influence, they reasoned.
He had to laugh when he first heard that. There was an influence, indeed.
Being in the Jimusho meant he could fully indulge in his creativity: write music, help design their costumes, and have a say in the choreography for the performances.
He was free to be himself, without needing to abide by the strict expectations of today's society. Now that his band had become his family, he could freely experiment with his clothes, nails or hair without any more than some good natured teasing as a result.
Yasuda laughed at something one of his bandmates said just as the commentator came into view again, talking about the success of their almost ending tour.
She turned up the volume as she heard his laughter, smiling as her son ducked away from a playful swat and almost disappeared from the screen doing so.
He must be the happiest boy alive.
Author: Ohyamada
Fandom: Kanjani8
Pairing: None, Yasuda-centric
Status: Oneshot
Rating: G
Summary: Yasuda is a real boy.
~*~
There once was a little boy, called Shota.
He loved his parents very much, and his big sister as well (when she wasn´t teasing him, at least).
Shota's mother loved fairy tales, so every night before she put her children to bed they were treated to a story. Kintaro, the Tongue-Cut Sparrow, the Celestial Princess. They loved them all.
Then, Mother began telling them Western fairy tales.
Like Snow White ("I know dragons exist, Mama. But what about dwarves? I've never seen those before!"), and Puss in Boots.
And Pinocchio.
Shota all but climbed into her lap in his curiosity and excitement.
"A real boy, Mama? Really? He must be happy, ne?"
She smiled. "Yes, Shota, a real boy. It was his biggest wish, so he must've been the happiest boy alive."
He beamed as his mother tucked him in. As she turned off the light in his room, he was awake just long enough to whisper: "I'm glad I'm a real boy too, Mama."
And a real boy he was.
He entered the Jimusho and turned out to be a gifted guitarist. Yasuda, as they called him, had short, spiky hair and a nice voice even before it broke. A strong jawline, with determination to match. And while he might not be the tallest boy around, he practically towered over Ryo-chan, even though he was only two months older.
Years passed, as they are wont to do. Yasuda's beloved V.WEST came to an end, and a new unit was formed.
Kanjani8 grew over time, as did their bond and - perhaps more importantly - Yasuda himself.
He grew taller (but not much, and now it was Ryo who did the towering. Well... not so much towering as just being the tiniest bit taller), tried different hairstyles and discovered his own personal style, as well as his passion for designing clothing and hats.
Yasuda got some looks when he first started wearing nail polish, but he didn't mind. Nor did he mind the raised eyebrows in response to his more colourful outfits, or his cheerful, almost exuberant behaviour.
Being in the Jimusho was bound to have an influence, they reasoned.
He had to laugh when he first heard that. There was an influence, indeed.
Being in the Jimusho meant he could fully indulge in his creativity: write music, help design their costumes, and have a say in the choreography for the performances.
He was free to be himself, without needing to abide by the strict expectations of today's society. Now that his band had become his family, he could freely experiment with his clothes, nails or hair without any more than some good natured teasing as a result.
Yasuda laughed at something one of his bandmates said just as the commentator came into view again, talking about the success of their almost ending tour.
She turned up the volume as she heard his laughter, smiling as her son ducked away from a playful swat and almost disappeared from the screen doing so.
He must be the happiest boy alive.