Dreams & Drumsticks
Title: Dreams and Drumsticks
Rating: PG
Genre : AU, Friendship, Angst,
Fandom: Hey!Say!Jump (main)
Disclaimer: I Own the plot, title and the characterization. The Idols belong to themselves...and their careers to Johnny.
Summary : In a tiny studio at the heart of Tokyo, five aspiring musicians struggle to achieve their dreams against all odds.
A/N: Inspired by the song Dash! by Nakajima Yuto
Note: Jump are not an idol group in this story and for now they only have five members. The fic is mostly Yuto-centric but it involves all of Jump.
Chapter 11 - Frequency of the Heart
“Bocchan, would you like to take the car today?”
Tatsuya stiffened as his master shook his head, curls swinging softly with the movement. He raised an elegant hand and signaled for his dismissal.
“As you wish,” replied Tatsuya, bowing swiftly before watching the young man make his way down the grand marble steps and onto the paved pathway. His gray jersey, worn-out jeans, Nike sneakers and the bag slung across his petite frame contrasted starkly with the suits of his servants, the well kept hedges flanking the cobblestone ground and the magnificent Manor he was leaving behind.
“Kei?”
The young man turned around immediately, fingers upon his music player, an earphone in one ear, the other dangling over his chest.
“Library?”
He nodded, eyes smiling softly at his older cousin.
“I heard some of your classmates are having a party,”
“I have to study,”
“It’s the weekend Kei,”
“I know, I just don’t want to be left behind,”
Tegoshi sighed; there was definitely no arguing with the boy.
“Alright, but when you come back, your father wants to have a word with the two of us,” he continued, hands in his pocket, observant eyes
fixed upon the younger man. There was a silent anxiety, a strange awkwardness in what had seemed like an ordinary chat. After a few moments of poignancy Inoo sighed deeply before smiling up at him.
“I’ll see you at dinner then,”
Tegoshi nodded as he watched Inoo plug in the remaining headphone before shuffling towards the main gates. He looked over at the head servant standing by the side of the main entrance and shook his head with a small smile.
“It’s a cruel world isn’t it?” he sighed. Tatsuya stared at the floor.
“It sure is Sir, it sure is.”
~*~
“And a very good evening to our beloved listeners, this is Ari-chan coming to you live from our station in central Tokyo, please be well prepared as we occupy your frequencies for an hour of fun and music for your listening pleasure,”
Inoo dug his hands in his pockets as he made his way through the crowded street, the music drifting into his consciousness from his headphones, keeping him company.
“Alright people, the first request comes from one of my favourite listeners, Key-san. He wishes all people of Tokyo a very good day and
dedicates Utada Hikaru’s Hikari to…me? Oh, wow…thanks a lot Key-san,”
Inoo smiled softly.
You’re welcome.
“You know people, me and Key-san go pretty far back. Although we have never actually met in person, Key-san was one of our early listeners and has been an avid follower of my show since it started about a year back. I remember his was the first ever dedication and song request that I had ever taken. What song was it again?”
Inoo frowned.
Tokyo Nights.
“Ah yes, it was an Utada song as well…Tokyo Nights if I’m not mistaken and I remembered that he had dedicated it to me with a friendly ‘gambateh’, haha…I guess I must have sounded pretty nervous back then, it being my first show and all…anyways…thanks for always being there Key-san,”
Thanks for always being there for me Ari-chan.
Inoo came to a stand-still before the steps leading up to the library building. He looked around for a familiar face and his frown relaxed as he found one.
“Been waiting long?” he asked turning off his player. The young man before him grinned.
“Nah, I just arrived as well, thanks for agreeing to accompany me, I know it’s the weekend and all and you’re already so busy-,”
“Yabu shut it, let’s just get inside and start on our assignments, and then you’re treating me to lunch,”
Yabu scowled. Inoo smirked.
“Fine,” huffed the taller of the two before they set off towards the entrance.
~*~
“Good work today Dai-chan,”
Arioka Daiki looked up to give his producer a smile and a thumbs up before slipping his back pack on.
“Do you want me to drop you home?”
“Massu senpai, I’m not a little kid,” Daiki grumbled, exiting his booth. Massu frowned.
“I know I might look like I am,” Daiki continued and rolled his eyes as Massu nodded in agreement.
“I’m out of here, I have a presentation due on Monday,” he said popping a gum into his mouth.
“Take care my little DJ!” Massu called out and chuckled as Daiki gave him an irritated look before exiting the studio.
“Little DJ? Really, when will people stop with the short jokes, it’s not even funny,” Daiki grumbled.
He halted in his steps as he heard thunder sounding overhead. Groaning at his stupidity of not bringing an umbrella, he stepped out of the studio and ran across the street to stand under the shelter of the bus stop on the other side. He sat on the bench and looked at his watch. It was late into the afternoon but the dark clouds made it seem later than that. Yet, it would still be too early to go back home since his entire family returned in the evening.
The falling rain was a deluge, lashing the streets and the traffic upon them mercilessly. Daiki looked to his side to find a lanky teenager sitting still with his eyes upon the sky. He had an umbrella in his hand.
Daiki mused over the possibility of making his way across the massive grounds of the library. He could get his homework done until the rain subsided. He didn’t want to get more drenched than he already was and he definitely couldn’t risk catching a cold. Pulling out his scarf from his back pack, he wrapped it around his neck. His eyes travelled again to the boy and the object in his hand.
Maybe he could borrow the kid’s umbrella. He cleared his throat loudly but frowned as he got no response. It was then he realized how pale the boy actually was and that his breathing seemed rather labored.
“Are you alright?” he asked moving closer. The boy looked at him with bleary eyes.
“I need to get to the airport,” he croaked weakly. Daiki cocked an eyebrow.
“You should get someplace warm; you don’t look so good,”
“But he’s leaving, that idiot is leaving the country,” the boy argued as if Daiki had a very good idea of what he was talking about. Of course he
did not, but his concern for the stranger’s health kept him silent.
“What is your name?” Daiki asked calmly. The boy scrunched up his face, as if trying to recall a distant memory. Daiki felt a pang of fear.
“Um…It’s Ryutaro,” the boy replied finally but flinched as thunder sounded overhead.
“Okay, calm down Ryutaro, I’m Daiki,”
Ryutaro gave him a lopsided smile. Daiki shook his head and placed his palm onto Ryutaro’s forehead. His eyes widened.
“It’s cold,” Ryutaro mumbled uncomfortably, inching away from Daiki’s hand.
“You’re running a high fever,” Daiki said getting to his feet, a tone of urgency in his voice. He took off his jacket and placed it around the
trembling boy. He looked at the library then back at the studio across the street.
“Need to get you out of the cold,” he said, hauling Ryutaro onto his feet. He took the umbrella and opened it.
“You know, my friend…Tanaka Keisuke is leaving the country and he just told me, do you believe the nerve of that guy!” Ryutaro chirped as
Daiki began supporting him across the Library grounds.
“You mean the actor?” Daiki asked bemused.
“Yah…he does act up once in a while,” Ryutaro continued hazily, looking pretty miffed.
“I think your high temperature is affecting you bad,” Daiki muttered struggling under his weight since Ryutaro was now completely leaning
on him.
~*~
“Ne Yabu, remember that DJ I told you about?”
“Yeah, you’re ‘Chicken Soup for the Soul’ right?”
Inoo cocked an eyebrow.
“Did I really describe him like that?” he asked bemused as he watched Yabu bend over his papers, scribbling furiously.
Yabu hummed in reply. Inoo sighed.
“I don’t know Yabu, he’s surprisingly mature, he gives really good advice and his voice is rather …comforting; like an old friend talking to you,”
“How old is he anyway?” Yabu asked nonchalantly. He scowled as his pencil tip broke.
“Wow Yabu, since when I have had the ability to guess a person’s age by his voice?” Inoo retorted sarcastically only to be shushed by the
patrolling librarian. He jumped as Yabu tore a paper into two and slammed his head against the table.
“I hate my life,” he mumbled, lips against the hardwood desk. Inoo patted his head sympathetically.
“Is it really that hard?” Inoo asked picking up a thick textbook that was lying open next to Yabu.
“No, it’s just a lot of work…you should know very well Kei,” he muttered in response. Inoo nodded in understanding, gaze lingering over his own pile of work.
Just then the library door creaked heavily as they were pushed open and a single voice reverberated in the silent atmosphere, breaking it effectively. Inoo’s eyes widened as he recognized the voice awfully well.
“Somebody help us please!”
~*~
J-E
Bocchan - young master
Chicken Soup for the Soul - a series of books with inspirational stories...more info here
This chapter was kind of inspired by Utada's Heart Station...and I like her songs a lot too so ... there's the reason for the reference.
Next chapter...Ichigosama and Drummerboy officially meet!!
Thanx for reading...and sorry for the late update!
Rating: PG
Genre : AU, Friendship, Angst,
Fandom: Hey!Say!Jump (main)
Disclaimer: I Own the plot, title and the characterization. The Idols belong to themselves...and their careers to Johnny.
Summary : In a tiny studio at the heart of Tokyo, five aspiring musicians struggle to achieve their dreams against all odds.
A/N: Inspired by the song Dash! by Nakajima Yuto
Note: Jump are not an idol group in this story and for now they only have five members. The fic is mostly Yuto-centric but it involves all of Jump.
Chapter 11 - Frequency of the Heart
“Bocchan, would you like to take the car today?”
Tatsuya stiffened as his master shook his head, curls swinging softly with the movement. He raised an elegant hand and signaled for his dismissal.
“As you wish,” replied Tatsuya, bowing swiftly before watching the young man make his way down the grand marble steps and onto the paved pathway. His gray jersey, worn-out jeans, Nike sneakers and the bag slung across his petite frame contrasted starkly with the suits of his servants, the well kept hedges flanking the cobblestone ground and the magnificent Manor he was leaving behind.
“Kei?”
The young man turned around immediately, fingers upon his music player, an earphone in one ear, the other dangling over his chest.
“Library?”
He nodded, eyes smiling softly at his older cousin.
“I heard some of your classmates are having a party,”
“I have to study,”
“It’s the weekend Kei,”
“I know, I just don’t want to be left behind,”
Tegoshi sighed; there was definitely no arguing with the boy.
“Alright, but when you come back, your father wants to have a word with the two of us,” he continued, hands in his pocket, observant eyes
fixed upon the younger man. There was a silent anxiety, a strange awkwardness in what had seemed like an ordinary chat. After a few moments of poignancy Inoo sighed deeply before smiling up at him.
“I’ll see you at dinner then,”
Tegoshi nodded as he watched Inoo plug in the remaining headphone before shuffling towards the main gates. He looked over at the head servant standing by the side of the main entrance and shook his head with a small smile.
“It’s a cruel world isn’t it?” he sighed. Tatsuya stared at the floor.
“It sure is Sir, it sure is.”
~*~
“And a very good evening to our beloved listeners, this is Ari-chan coming to you live from our station in central Tokyo, please be well prepared as we occupy your frequencies for an hour of fun and music for your listening pleasure,”
Inoo dug his hands in his pockets as he made his way through the crowded street, the music drifting into his consciousness from his headphones, keeping him company.
“Alright people, the first request comes from one of my favourite listeners, Key-san. He wishes all people of Tokyo a very good day and
dedicates Utada Hikaru’s Hikari to…me? Oh, wow…thanks a lot Key-san,”
Inoo smiled softly.
You’re welcome.
“You know people, me and Key-san go pretty far back. Although we have never actually met in person, Key-san was one of our early listeners and has been an avid follower of my show since it started about a year back. I remember his was the first ever dedication and song request that I had ever taken. What song was it again?”
Inoo frowned.
Tokyo Nights.
“Ah yes, it was an Utada song as well…Tokyo Nights if I’m not mistaken and I remembered that he had dedicated it to me with a friendly ‘gambateh’, haha…I guess I must have sounded pretty nervous back then, it being my first show and all…anyways…thanks for always being there Key-san,”
Thanks for always being there for me Ari-chan.
Inoo came to a stand-still before the steps leading up to the library building. He looked around for a familiar face and his frown relaxed as he found one.
“Been waiting long?” he asked turning off his player. The young man before him grinned.
“Nah, I just arrived as well, thanks for agreeing to accompany me, I know it’s the weekend and all and you’re already so busy-,”
“Yabu shut it, let’s just get inside and start on our assignments, and then you’re treating me to lunch,”
Yabu scowled. Inoo smirked.
“Fine,” huffed the taller of the two before they set off towards the entrance.
~*~
“Good work today Dai-chan,”
Arioka Daiki looked up to give his producer a smile and a thumbs up before slipping his back pack on.
“Do you want me to drop you home?”
“Massu senpai, I’m not a little kid,” Daiki grumbled, exiting his booth. Massu frowned.
“I know I might look like I am,” Daiki continued and rolled his eyes as Massu nodded in agreement.
“I’m out of here, I have a presentation due on Monday,” he said popping a gum into his mouth.
“Take care my little DJ!” Massu called out and chuckled as Daiki gave him an irritated look before exiting the studio.
“Little DJ? Really, when will people stop with the short jokes, it’s not even funny,” Daiki grumbled.
He halted in his steps as he heard thunder sounding overhead. Groaning at his stupidity of not bringing an umbrella, he stepped out of the studio and ran across the street to stand under the shelter of the bus stop on the other side. He sat on the bench and looked at his watch. It was late into the afternoon but the dark clouds made it seem later than that. Yet, it would still be too early to go back home since his entire family returned in the evening.
The falling rain was a deluge, lashing the streets and the traffic upon them mercilessly. Daiki looked to his side to find a lanky teenager sitting still with his eyes upon the sky. He had an umbrella in his hand.
Daiki mused over the possibility of making his way across the massive grounds of the library. He could get his homework done until the rain subsided. He didn’t want to get more drenched than he already was and he definitely couldn’t risk catching a cold. Pulling out his scarf from his back pack, he wrapped it around his neck. His eyes travelled again to the boy and the object in his hand.
Maybe he could borrow the kid’s umbrella. He cleared his throat loudly but frowned as he got no response. It was then he realized how pale the boy actually was and that his breathing seemed rather labored.
“Are you alright?” he asked moving closer. The boy looked at him with bleary eyes.
“I need to get to the airport,” he croaked weakly. Daiki cocked an eyebrow.
“You should get someplace warm; you don’t look so good,”
“But he’s leaving, that idiot is leaving the country,” the boy argued as if Daiki had a very good idea of what he was talking about. Of course he
did not, but his concern for the stranger’s health kept him silent.
“What is your name?” Daiki asked calmly. The boy scrunched up his face, as if trying to recall a distant memory. Daiki felt a pang of fear.
“Um…It’s Ryutaro,” the boy replied finally but flinched as thunder sounded overhead.
“Okay, calm down Ryutaro, I’m Daiki,”
Ryutaro gave him a lopsided smile. Daiki shook his head and placed his palm onto Ryutaro’s forehead. His eyes widened.
“It’s cold,” Ryutaro mumbled uncomfortably, inching away from Daiki’s hand.
“You’re running a high fever,” Daiki said getting to his feet, a tone of urgency in his voice. He took off his jacket and placed it around the
trembling boy. He looked at the library then back at the studio across the street.
“Need to get you out of the cold,” he said, hauling Ryutaro onto his feet. He took the umbrella and opened it.
“You know, my friend…Tanaka Keisuke is leaving the country and he just told me, do you believe the nerve of that guy!” Ryutaro chirped as
Daiki began supporting him across the Library grounds.
“You mean the actor?” Daiki asked bemused.
“Yah…he does act up once in a while,” Ryutaro continued hazily, looking pretty miffed.
“I think your high temperature is affecting you bad,” Daiki muttered struggling under his weight since Ryutaro was now completely leaning
on him.
~*~
“Ne Yabu, remember that DJ I told you about?”
“Yeah, you’re ‘Chicken Soup for the Soul’ right?”
Inoo cocked an eyebrow.
“Did I really describe him like that?” he asked bemused as he watched Yabu bend over his papers, scribbling furiously.
Yabu hummed in reply. Inoo sighed.
“I don’t know Yabu, he’s surprisingly mature, he gives really good advice and his voice is rather …comforting; like an old friend talking to you,”
“How old is he anyway?” Yabu asked nonchalantly. He scowled as his pencil tip broke.
“Wow Yabu, since when I have had the ability to guess a person’s age by his voice?” Inoo retorted sarcastically only to be shushed by the
patrolling librarian. He jumped as Yabu tore a paper into two and slammed his head against the table.
“I hate my life,” he mumbled, lips against the hardwood desk. Inoo patted his head sympathetically.
“Is it really that hard?” Inoo asked picking up a thick textbook that was lying open next to Yabu.
“No, it’s just a lot of work…you should know very well Kei,” he muttered in response. Inoo nodded in understanding, gaze lingering over his own pile of work.
Just then the library door creaked heavily as they were pushed open and a single voice reverberated in the silent atmosphere, breaking it effectively. Inoo’s eyes widened as he recognized the voice awfully well.
“Somebody help us please!”
~*~
J-E
Bocchan - young master
Chicken Soup for the Soul - a series of books with inspirational stories...more info here
This chapter was kind of inspired by Utada's Heart Station...and I like her songs a lot too so ... there's the reason for the reference.
Next chapter...Ichigosama and Drummerboy officially meet!!
Thanx for reading...and sorry for the late update!