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 17 - Fate
“What’s the matter Hikaru-kun?”
The boy lifted his bleary eyes to find Mukoda and Maria-san looking down at him concerned.
“Let the boy be, can’t you see he’s exhausted!”
Both ladies ignored Hiroshi-san’s order from the kitchen and practically hovered around the boy seated on a stool with his head on the counter, examining him intently.
“Seems like you’ve been losing sleep,” Mukoda commented with an air of mystery. Maria-san nodded in agreement.
“What’s the matter Yaotome, girlfriend trouble?” she snapped poking his ribs. Hikaru flinched and gave her a scowl.
“That does seem to be the case,” she concluded.
“Excellent deduction my dear,” Maria-san said with an appreciative nod of her head.
“Oii, Sherlock, Watson, buzz off will ya!” Honjo snapped before placing a mug of steaming coffee in front of Hikaru.
“I’m fine, just had a rough night,” Hikaru replied, failing to stifle a yawn. He rolled his eyes at the two gasps behind him but chocked on his coffee as he heard Mukoda scream.
“What the hell is wrong with you woman!” Hikaru exclaimed rounding upon her but froze as he spotted the source of her exaggerated reaction.
Yabu bit his lip and looked down, hands behind his back like a child caught doing something wrong. People were still staring at the hyperventilating Mukoda.
There was a strange silence between them before Maria grabbed Mukoda and Honjo, dragging them into the kitchen with superhuman strength.
“Ya…bu?” Hikaru croaked, finally finding his voice. His eyes were widened in disbelief. The way the older man’s lips twisted in such a familiar smile, his eyes becoming sparkling slits on his face. How could he have not recognized him in the first place?
“Hi,” Yabu replied with a shy wave.
“Hisashiburi ne?”
~*~
“Are you sure about this Inoo-chan?” Keito asked a little awkwardly. Inoo looked at him and gave him a reassuring smile.
“While the police investigate last night’s phone call, I don’t think it is safe for you to be by yourself,”
“But, won’t your family mind…me staying over at your place that is,”
Inoo shook his head.
“They don’t really care, besides, you being here by yourself worrying about a man calling you up to demand ransom for your father and brother and those annoying detectives hovering around you like vultures, not my cup of green tea,”
Keito smiled slightly, feeling a bit at ease. He had spent the entire night crying over the call and secretly dreaded to spend another minute in that apartment by himself.
“Yo!”
Inoo rolled his eyes as he spotted Daiki leaning against a lamp post.
“What do you want?” he snapped. He threw his gaze upon the road, searching for his car that had yet to arrive.
“I’m stalking you,”
Inoo glared at Daiki, whose gaze was fixed upon his IPod.
“And why Arioka-san, are you doing that?”
Keito stifled a chuckle as Daiki beamed.
“I’m in love,”
Inoo stiffened as Keito’s jaw dropped. Daiki started laughing.
“With you music Inoo-san, I’m a big fan,”
Inoo scowled.
“In a day?” he asked raising an eyebrow. Daiki nodded enthusiastically.
“Can I please stalk you?” he asked, eyes pleading. Inoo frowned.
“You’re actually asking for permission?” he asked in disbelief.
“I know my values well,” Daiki chirruped, defending himself.
Inoo was finding it hard to digest. Luckily, he didn’t have any more time as a slender black limosine came to a stop next to him.
An elder in a fine suit stepped out of the car and opened the door with a swift bow. Inoo nodded.
He looked back at Daiki and Keito who were gaping at him.
“Tatsuya, this is Keito, he’ll be staying with us for now,”
Tatsuya gave Keito a graceful bow before taking his bag from him.
“Want to come over for lunch Ari-chan?” Inoo asked with a hint of slyness in his voice. Daiki, mouth still agape and too shocked to even acknowledge the use of his radio name nodded dumbly.
He waved a hand towards the open door of the limo.
“Get in.”
~*~
Ryutaro frowned at the message on his phone.
Hamsterman, this is an emergency, meet me at the usual spot.
Little Squirrel
He seated himself on the park bench, breathing in the fresh air. It was a beautiful morning, but still too early for the park to be crowded.
It was a weekday after all.
Come to think of it, he was supposed to be at school, but thanks to ‘his Highness’ and his ‘emergency’, he had to skip it.
It was surprising though, that he just used his normal nick name minus all the extra frills. He grins as he remembered the last message he had gotten. That boy had addressed himself as the Most Magnificent, Gracious, Supreme, Ultimately Gifted, Undoubtedly Handsome, not so little, Little Squirrel.
It was tough, he thought, to be the back dancer of a total self-obsessed diva.
“I’m not a total self-obsessed diva,”
Ryutaro swore he felt his heard spring out of his chest.
“What the hell Chinen, stop acting like you can read my mind!” he exclaimed as the shorter boy plopped down next to him. Chinen smirked.
“But I can read your mind,” he replied simply. Ryutaro rolled his eyes.
“So, what was the major emergency?” Ryutaro asked irritated. Chinen loosened the tie around his neck and leaned back into the bench. His
eyes closed, his face seemed to bear a rather solemn air and it made Ryutaro uncomfortable.
“Keisuke,”
Ryutaro’s eyes widened at the mention of their mutual friend.
“He supposedly left for Korea yesterday,” he spoke, a slight bitterness to his tone. Chinen sighed.
“Have you watched the news?”
Ryutaro shook his head.
“Nah, me and Shintaro had a fight over which channel to watch and we ended up cracking the screen,”
Chinen rolled his eyes.
“There was a car crash yesterday, the media has yet to announce the identity of the passengers,”
“So?”
“Akinishi-san, my manager and Okamoto-san’s assistant showed up to the studio in the morning looking like he hadn’t slept for days
before shutting himself in a meeting with the higher ups, I have a bad feeling,”
“You don’t suspect that Keisuke was in that car do you?” Ryutaro spluttered, worried overtaking his features.
Chinen looked at him sharply.
“Something is definitely wrong, because I once overhead Akinishi-san droning on about Okamoto-san and his rumored connection with a
Yakuza clan,”
Ryutaro’s big eyes bulged at the mention of the term Yakuza.
“If Keisuke is in some kind of trouble because of that, then we’re going to rescue him,”
Ryutaro gaped.
“We? Rescue Keisuke? From the Yakuza?”
“You actually sound dumber than usual you know?” Chinen snapped. Ryutaro scowled.
“Do you even know what you’re saying Chii? How will two teenagers go against gangster who live on the blood of the innocent!”
“Stop playing your stupid games Ryutaro, they’re criminals, not vampires!”
“But still, do you even what a Yakuza clan is like?”
Ryutaro was taken aback as Chinen got to his feet abruptly, his back to him.
“I was 9 when they took me from my family, just because one of my dad’s young cousin owed them money,”
Ryutaro stared at the boy, completely dumbfounded.
“I probably don’t know how it works, or what their principles are, but I know I wasn’t the only one who fell victim due to other’s mistakes,”
Chinen clenched his fingers into a fist as Takaki’s face flashed in front of his eyes.
“All I know is that I will do all that is in my power, to protect those I care about from suffering the same fate.”
~*~
Note: I wonder if the connections are getting discernible yet...feedback appreciated.
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 17 - Fate
“What’s the matter Hikaru-kun?”
The boy lifted his bleary eyes to find Mukoda and Maria-san looking down at him concerned.
“Let the boy be, can’t you see he’s exhausted!”
Both ladies ignored Hiroshi-san’s order from the kitchen and practically hovered around the boy seated on a stool with his head on the counter, examining him intently.
“Seems like you’ve been losing sleep,” Mukoda commented with an air of mystery. Maria-san nodded in agreement.
“What’s the matter Yaotome, girlfriend trouble?” she snapped poking his ribs. Hikaru flinched and gave her a scowl.
“That does seem to be the case,” she concluded.
“Excellent deduction my dear,” Maria-san said with an appreciative nod of her head.
“Oii, Sherlock, Watson, buzz off will ya!” Honjo snapped before placing a mug of steaming coffee in front of Hikaru.
“I’m fine, just had a rough night,” Hikaru replied, failing to stifle a yawn. He rolled his eyes at the two gasps behind him but chocked on his coffee as he heard Mukoda scream.
“What the hell is wrong with you woman!” Hikaru exclaimed rounding upon her but froze as he spotted the source of her exaggerated reaction.
Yabu bit his lip and looked down, hands behind his back like a child caught doing something wrong. People were still staring at the hyperventilating Mukoda.
There was a strange silence between them before Maria grabbed Mukoda and Honjo, dragging them into the kitchen with superhuman strength.
“Ya…bu?” Hikaru croaked, finally finding his voice. His eyes were widened in disbelief. The way the older man’s lips twisted in such a familiar smile, his eyes becoming sparkling slits on his face. How could he have not recognized him in the first place?
“Hi,” Yabu replied with a shy wave.
“Hisashiburi ne?”
~*~
“Are you sure about this Inoo-chan?” Keito asked a little awkwardly. Inoo looked at him and gave him a reassuring smile.
“While the police investigate last night’s phone call, I don’t think it is safe for you to be by yourself,”
“But, won’t your family mind…me staying over at your place that is,”
Inoo shook his head.
“They don’t really care, besides, you being here by yourself worrying about a man calling you up to demand ransom for your father and brother and those annoying detectives hovering around you like vultures, not my cup of green tea,”
Keito smiled slightly, feeling a bit at ease. He had spent the entire night crying over the call and secretly dreaded to spend another minute in that apartment by himself.
“Yo!”
Inoo rolled his eyes as he spotted Daiki leaning against a lamp post.
“What do you want?” he snapped. He threw his gaze upon the road, searching for his car that had yet to arrive.
“I’m stalking you,”
Inoo glared at Daiki, whose gaze was fixed upon his IPod.
“And why Arioka-san, are you doing that?”
Keito stifled a chuckle as Daiki beamed.
“I’m in love,”
Inoo stiffened as Keito’s jaw dropped. Daiki started laughing.
“With you music Inoo-san, I’m a big fan,”
Inoo scowled.
“In a day?” he asked raising an eyebrow. Daiki nodded enthusiastically.
“Can I please stalk you?” he asked, eyes pleading. Inoo frowned.
“You’re actually asking for permission?” he asked in disbelief.
“I know my values well,” Daiki chirruped, defending himself.
Inoo was finding it hard to digest. Luckily, he didn’t have any more time as a slender black limosine came to a stop next to him.
An elder in a fine suit stepped out of the car and opened the door with a swift bow. Inoo nodded.
He looked back at Daiki and Keito who were gaping at him.
“Tatsuya, this is Keito, he’ll be staying with us for now,”
Tatsuya gave Keito a graceful bow before taking his bag from him.
“Want to come over for lunch Ari-chan?” Inoo asked with a hint of slyness in his voice. Daiki, mouth still agape and too shocked to even acknowledge the use of his radio name nodded dumbly.
He waved a hand towards the open door of the limo.
“Get in.”
~*~
Ryutaro frowned at the message on his phone.
Hamsterman, this is an emergency, meet me at the usual spot.
Little Squirrel
He seated himself on the park bench, breathing in the fresh air. It was a beautiful morning, but still too early for the park to be crowded.
It was a weekday after all.
Come to think of it, he was supposed to be at school, but thanks to ‘his Highness’ and his ‘emergency’, he had to skip it.
It was surprising though, that he just used his normal nick name minus all the extra frills. He grins as he remembered the last message he had gotten. That boy had addressed himself as the Most Magnificent, Gracious, Supreme, Ultimately Gifted, Undoubtedly Handsome, not so little, Little Squirrel.
It was tough, he thought, to be the back dancer of a total self-obsessed diva.
“I’m not a total self-obsessed diva,”
Ryutaro swore he felt his heard spring out of his chest.
“What the hell Chinen, stop acting like you can read my mind!” he exclaimed as the shorter boy plopped down next to him. Chinen smirked.
“But I can read your mind,” he replied simply. Ryutaro rolled his eyes.
“So, what was the major emergency?” Ryutaro asked irritated. Chinen loosened the tie around his neck and leaned back into the bench. His
eyes closed, his face seemed to bear a rather solemn air and it made Ryutaro uncomfortable.
“Keisuke,”
Ryutaro’s eyes widened at the mention of their mutual friend.
“He supposedly left for Korea yesterday,” he spoke, a slight bitterness to his tone. Chinen sighed.
“Have you watched the news?”
Ryutaro shook his head.
“Nah, me and Shintaro had a fight over which channel to watch and we ended up cracking the screen,”
Chinen rolled his eyes.
“There was a car crash yesterday, the media has yet to announce the identity of the passengers,”
“So?”
“Akinishi-san, my manager and Okamoto-san’s assistant showed up to the studio in the morning looking like he hadn’t slept for days
before shutting himself in a meeting with the higher ups, I have a bad feeling,”
“You don’t suspect that Keisuke was in that car do you?” Ryutaro spluttered, worried overtaking his features.
Chinen looked at him sharply.
“Something is definitely wrong, because I once overhead Akinishi-san droning on about Okamoto-san and his rumored connection with a
Yakuza clan,”
Ryutaro’s big eyes bulged at the mention of the term Yakuza.
“If Keisuke is in some kind of trouble because of that, then we’re going to rescue him,”
Ryutaro gaped.
“We? Rescue Keisuke? From the Yakuza?”
“You actually sound dumber than usual you know?” Chinen snapped. Ryutaro scowled.
“Do you even know what you’re saying Chii? How will two teenagers go against gangster who live on the blood of the innocent!”
“Stop playing your stupid games Ryutaro, they’re criminals, not vampires!”
“But still, do you even what a Yakuza clan is like?”
Ryutaro was taken aback as Chinen got to his feet abruptly, his back to him.
“I was 9 when they took me from my family, just because one of my dad’s young cousin owed them money,”
Ryutaro stared at the boy, completely dumbfounded.
“I probably don’t know how it works, or what their principles are, but I know I wasn’t the only one who fell victim due to other’s mistakes,”
Chinen clenched his fingers into a fist as Takaki’s face flashed in front of his eyes.
“All I know is that I will do all that is in my power, to protect those I care about from suffering the same fate.”
~*~
Note: I wonder if the connections are getting discernible yet...feedback appreciated.