Drabble: There's More To It Than That
Hora~ I made a sequel for something for the first time. LOL. Another debut? I bet everyone's sick of my debut crap.
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TiTLE: There's More To It Than That
PAiRiNG: YamaChii [Yamada Ryosuke x Chinen Yuri]
GENRE: Angst
RATiNG: G
DiSCLAiMER: If ever I did own them, especially Yamada and Chinen, I'll hold them by then head and press their faces together while saying "NOW KiSS."
AUTHOR: uzumaki_asahiru
AUTHOR'S DAMN NOTES: Janaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan~ It's the sequel of That's All There Is To It
DEDiCATiON: matsunichii ciel_chiishoryo bgirlie Hora. You little punks giving me assignment. LOL. Enjoy.
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It's coming. That part of our performance. My blood intensely pumped inside my temples wilder as each second passed by, making the anticipated moment of mine dawn nearer. I stomped my feet on the concrete stage rather stronger than usual, trying to calm myself from this unknown anxiety that seems to accumulate and spread on my body whenever "this" time comes.
I swayed my arms to my side and rubbed the soles of my shoes on the hard floor as I twisted and spin. My whole surroundings seems to whirl around me. I shut my eyes to prevent the foreboding dizziness. I feel my whole body sharply turn 360 degrees, and my heart tremble painfully inside me as if it's complaining. I know, I know. We performed this song before so many times. So many times that I couldn't count it anymore. But my whole being seems to never get used to this feeling. Whatever this feeling is.
The distinct high note of the music seeped from the speakers, marking our signal to do the final formation. I hurriedly ceased the movement of my spinning feet, recklessly, that the force almost made me lose my balance and knock my face into Ryosuke's face. Just a few centimeters away, if I will estimate it maybe two, separated the buta's face and mine. His autumn-hued irises glimmered under the yellow spotlight. Looking at it drew an image of scattered, dried, fallen leaves during the fall season in my mind. Truly breathtaking. That I can't help the hot air from my lungs puff out from my mouth and nose. The blaring cry of the fans pierced my ears.
"Ah! Yuri!"
I stopped my hand from folding my glitter-smeared costume and breath in and out before turning my head to his direction. What does he want now?
"Otsukare!" His eyes slightly narrowed as his lips formed that usual cheerful smile.
"Hai, Otsukare!"
I'm sure he's going to say something again for his slips slightly parted, but the stupid penguin suddenly interrupted.
"You two. You really know how to make the fans go crazy." Daiki is starting something again. I know it. Because Yuto is already walking towards us when he didn't even reached his own locker yet.
"Yeah. You two are closer than usual, I thought you're gonna kiss for real!" He said with his usual loud voice of his, making Hikaru take interest in our small semi-circle. He sneaked behind Ryosuke, sniffing like a dog.
"The girls were all kyaaaaaaaaaaaah~ YamaChii! YamaChii! Kisu~" Ryosuke, too late to avoid the sudden attack, got smeared with a fresh palm of Hikaru's disgusting, warm sweat coming all the way from his neck. "Teme, always hogging the spotlight!"
How troublesome. I'm in the middle of the teasing again. It's not that I don't want it, but it just gives me this unsettling feeling right on my chest, and a fluttering sensation at the bottom of my stomach. It's really not that I hate it, but I just don't get this feeling. Trapped between Daiki, Yuto and the two crazy ones strangling each other, Yabu blocked my last escape route. I can predict what will happen next. It's a harmless lecture.
"You guys are giving so much fan service you know." Yabu directed his eyes on Ryosuke then to me, and then lightly hit his palm on Hikaru's head. "Stop it Hikaru you're disgusting."
No offense, but I think Hikaru deserved that. Surely, wiping you sweat on other people is not nice. Analyzing everyone's comments, I know where they are going. I gripped my fingers on the smooth fabric of my shining costume, and braced my mind. It's time to end this. This conversation and the annoying unexplainable feeling on my chest and under my gut.
"It's just fan service guys," I am not looking at him, but I can feel his eyes suddenly focusing on me, for the motions on my left peripheral vision stopped, as well as Hikaru's noisy light insults against him.
"That's all there is to it!" I forced the corners of my mouth to go up and strange enough, I felt a quick, stinging pain as I said those words. Their eyes seem to burn me, so I turned my back and walked towards my locker. They also did. I heard their footsteps get farther from me.
They seem to be talking about dinner, even s I don't hear anything but the metallic clang of my locker door as I close it. I closed my eyes and tried to clear the forming mist on my vision.
Tears? Why? What's wrong? Am I sad?
No. That's not it.
So Am I hurt? But why would I be?
Is it because of the words I said so myself? Basically, I hurt myself? That's stupid. When did I started saying words that contradicted my feelings anyway. I am known for not being a liar. But what am I doing right now.
No. Of course not! I'm not lying, I'm telling the truth as always. It's true, it's just fan service, those stuff that we usually do to make the crowd happy. Those stuff that Ryosuke does to me, that gives my whole body that unknown, sensation I call annoying. It's a part of our job. Fan service. There's no meaning behind that. Just a simple fan service. Yeah, it's the truth. I'm right. Because I'm saying the truth. And I know this better than anyone else because I am talking about myself.
Is that really there is to it?
Then why does it hurt?
Again, is that really there is to it?
No, I don't think so. How shameful I am. To declare I don't lie when that's what I am doing the whole time now.
I am hurt by my own words. Like a snake poisoned by its own venom.
I know this better that anyone else.
Because I am talking about myself.
There's more to it than that.
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Nyahahahaha this is quite funny~ The exact word count is 993. Just a little more push and it becomes a one shot. Mah~
Did I give everyone what they wanted? No?
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TiTLE: There's More To It Than That
PAiRiNG: YamaChii [Yamada Ryosuke x Chinen Yuri]
GENRE: Angst
RATiNG: G
DiSCLAiMER: If ever I did own them, especially Yamada and Chinen, I'll hold them by then head and press their faces together while saying "NOW KiSS."
AUTHOR: uzumaki_asahiru
AUTHOR'S DAMN NOTES: Janaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan~ It's the sequel of That's All There Is To It
DEDiCATiON: matsunichii ciel_chiishoryo bgirlie Hora. You little punks giving me assignment. LOL. Enjoy.
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It's coming. That part of our performance. My blood intensely pumped inside my temples wilder as each second passed by, making the anticipated moment of mine dawn nearer. I stomped my feet on the concrete stage rather stronger than usual, trying to calm myself from this unknown anxiety that seems to accumulate and spread on my body whenever "this" time comes.
I swayed my arms to my side and rubbed the soles of my shoes on the hard floor as I twisted and spin. My whole surroundings seems to whirl around me. I shut my eyes to prevent the foreboding dizziness. I feel my whole body sharply turn 360 degrees, and my heart tremble painfully inside me as if it's complaining. I know, I know. We performed this song before so many times. So many times that I couldn't count it anymore. But my whole being seems to never get used to this feeling. Whatever this feeling is.
The distinct high note of the music seeped from the speakers, marking our signal to do the final formation. I hurriedly ceased the movement of my spinning feet, recklessly, that the force almost made me lose my balance and knock my face into Ryosuke's face. Just a few centimeters away, if I will estimate it maybe two, separated the buta's face and mine. His autumn-hued irises glimmered under the yellow spotlight. Looking at it drew an image of scattered, dried, fallen leaves during the fall season in my mind. Truly breathtaking. That I can't help the hot air from my lungs puff out from my mouth and nose. The blaring cry of the fans pierced my ears.
"Ah! Yuri!"
I stopped my hand from folding my glitter-smeared costume and breath in and out before turning my head to his direction. What does he want now?
"Otsukare!" His eyes slightly narrowed as his lips formed that usual cheerful smile.
"Hai, Otsukare!"
I'm sure he's going to say something again for his slips slightly parted, but the stupid penguin suddenly interrupted.
"You two. You really know how to make the fans go crazy." Daiki is starting something again. I know it. Because Yuto is already walking towards us when he didn't even reached his own locker yet.
"Yeah. You two are closer than usual, I thought you're gonna kiss for real!" He said with his usual loud voice of his, making Hikaru take interest in our small semi-circle. He sneaked behind Ryosuke, sniffing like a dog.
"The girls were all kyaaaaaaaaaaaah~ YamaChii! YamaChii! Kisu~" Ryosuke, too late to avoid the sudden attack, got smeared with a fresh palm of Hikaru's disgusting, warm sweat coming all the way from his neck. "Teme, always hogging the spotlight!"
How troublesome. I'm in the middle of the teasing again. It's not that I don't want it, but it just gives me this unsettling feeling right on my chest, and a fluttering sensation at the bottom of my stomach. It's really not that I hate it, but I just don't get this feeling. Trapped between Daiki, Yuto and the two crazy ones strangling each other, Yabu blocked my last escape route. I can predict what will happen next. It's a harmless lecture.
"You guys are giving so much fan service you know." Yabu directed his eyes on Ryosuke then to me, and then lightly hit his palm on Hikaru's head. "Stop it Hikaru you're disgusting."
No offense, but I think Hikaru deserved that. Surely, wiping you sweat on other people is not nice. Analyzing everyone's comments, I know where they are going. I gripped my fingers on the smooth fabric of my shining costume, and braced my mind. It's time to end this. This conversation and the annoying unexplainable feeling on my chest and under my gut.
"It's just fan service guys," I am not looking at him, but I can feel his eyes suddenly focusing on me, for the motions on my left peripheral vision stopped, as well as Hikaru's noisy light insults against him.
"That's all there is to it!" I forced the corners of my mouth to go up and strange enough, I felt a quick, stinging pain as I said those words. Their eyes seem to burn me, so I turned my back and walked towards my locker. They also did. I heard their footsteps get farther from me.
They seem to be talking about dinner, even s I don't hear anything but the metallic clang of my locker door as I close it. I closed my eyes and tried to clear the forming mist on my vision.
Tears? Why? What's wrong? Am I sad?
No. That's not it.
So Am I hurt? But why would I be?
Is it because of the words I said so myself? Basically, I hurt myself? That's stupid. When did I started saying words that contradicted my feelings anyway. I am known for not being a liar. But what am I doing right now.
No. Of course not! I'm not lying, I'm telling the truth as always. It's true, it's just fan service, those stuff that we usually do to make the crowd happy. Those stuff that Ryosuke does to me, that gives my whole body that unknown, sensation I call annoying. It's a part of our job. Fan service. There's no meaning behind that. Just a simple fan service. Yeah, it's the truth. I'm right. Because I'm saying the truth. And I know this better than anyone else because I am talking about myself.
Is that really there is to it?
Then why does it hurt?
Again, is that really there is to it?
No, I don't think so. How shameful I am. To declare I don't lie when that's what I am doing the whole time now.
I am hurt by my own words. Like a snake poisoned by its own venom.
I know this better that anyone else.
Because I am talking about myself.
There's more to it than that.
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Nyahahahaha this is quite funny~ The exact word count is 993. Just a little more push and it becomes a one shot. Mah~
Did I give everyone what they wanted? No?