Not Co-Dependency + Big Daddy
TITLE: Not Co-Dependency
RATING: G + swearing
PAIRING: Ryo/Shige
WORD COUNT: 1,817
SUMMARY: Ryo is both happy and enraged about Kanjani8’s new concert tour.
NOTES: Whore!verse part 7! Seriously! I also have no idea in what order Kanjani8 did their 47 Prefecture Tour. I’m just making stuff up as I got along. THIS is a good map of the prefectures of Japan.
When their manager happily barged into their dressing room, telling them about the 47 Prefecture Tour in the works for them as a group, Kanjani8 cheered and there was a giant group hug. Then they all went to separate corners to call parents and friends to tell them the good news and receive their just congratulations. Nishikido of course called Katou first.
“Oh, hi. I just got out of-“
“Shige, I have the most amazing news!”
“Um, okay?”
“My group’s touring! All 47 prefectures! This is huge for us!”
“Oh wow!” Shige seemed to perk up, “That’s great! I’m really happy for you.”
“In the past, we’ve only gotten to do the big prefectures in Kansai and Kantou! But now we’re going out in the boonies, and even down to Kyushu and Shikoku!”
“Oh, wow.” Katou paused, “Kyushu and Shikoku? That’s really far…”
“What?”
“It’s far. Um, I guess… you’ll be really busy for a while then. I bet you have rehearsals and such before hand that you’ll need to do…”
While Kanjani8 didn’t have the greatest track record when it came to high school diplomas, or even partial college educations, they were by no means the stupid-group. A majority of their members had learned musicals instruments. They knew how to market themselves to build a strong, loyal fanbase and then grow in the more main stream market. But most importantly, they knew how to avoid Nishikido when it was necessary.
The stream of profanities he let out had a very clear meaning to the six of them: Get. Out.
-- -- -- Shimane, southern Honshu
The concert for the night was over and Kanjani8 was at their hotel. Nishikido was sitting on his bed, strumming his guitar, frowning a little bit. His phone was sitting on the bed in front of him, closed.
Maruyama looked up from the couch, “Are you okay, Ryo-chan? You seem… kind of angry.”
Nishikido kept frowning.
Maruyama chewed at his lip, “Do you want me to leave the room for a little so you can be alone? You look kind of stressed….” He stood up, “I’ll go bother Yoko and Hina.”
Maruyama left and Nishikido kept sitting on the bed, strumming his guitar, occasionally looking at his phone, waiting for it to do something.
-- -- -- Miyazaki, Kyushu
It was two weeks into the tour and Nishikido was already irritated with everything. He couldn’t help but be snappy with the others and his roommates at hotels always ended up staying the night in some one else’s room. Finally, desperate to fix whatever was going on, Murakami pulled Nishikido aside.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you getting sick?”
“No.”
Murakami frowned, “Well, something’s wrong with you. Get it straightened out, alright? Don’t mess things up for the rest of us just because you’re in a rut.”
Murakami punched Nishikido gently on the shoulder and walked away, down the hall. Nishikido pulled out his cell phone and sat down next to the wall. Speed dial. 1. Send.
Ring. Ring. Ri-
“.. Ryo-chan, hi… You aren’t busy right now?”
“No.” Nishikido closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.
“Is your tour going okay? Some girls in my economics class were talking about it the other day.”
“Yeah, it’s… it’s okay.”
“You sound weird… Is everything alright?”
Nishikido sighed, “I’m just really tired.”
“Then you should rest.”
“I miss you.”
Katou was silent on the other end of the phone, and Nishikido wondered if maybe the signal had gotten lost, but then quietly Katou answered, “… I miss you too.”
Hearing those simple words was like opening a flood gate, and Nishikido realized how much he’d been holding inside, “I’m tired all the time. I never get to sleep. And when I do, some film crew comes in and wakes me up and I have to play some weird game at 3 in the morning. And I’m having to live out of a suitcase. All I want is a home cooked meal. And to not stay every night in some generic hotel room that could be any in the world. I’m happy to be touring, this is what I do. But all 47 prefectures… and all so closely back-to-back… It’s hard, Shige. I know you can’t understand, but it’s hard.”
“Ah, Ryo-chan…”
Nishikido took a deep breath, “All I want is to be back in Tokyo.”
Katou sighed, “Ryo-chan, you just have to be strong. Don’t think about the future. Think about the now. You’ve worked for a long to get an opportunity like this, right? Don’t waste it because you’re homesick. There are a lot of people supporting you there. I know it.”
“Are you supporting me, Shige?”
“Of course.” and Nishikido imaged Katou smiling.
Something tapped Nishikido’s foot, and when he opened his eyes, the Kanjani8 manager was looking down at him, tapping two fingers against his wrist.
“Shige, I’ve got to go. The concert…”
“I know. Do your best.”
That night, Nishikido gave one of his greatest performances of the entire tour.
-- -- -- Ishikawa, western Honshu
SENT 6:49PM
FROM: SHIGE
A friend from class loaned me a bunch of CDs today.
One of them was KJ2 Zukkoke Daidassou - your CD.
I’m listening to it right now.
Please be safe and do your best tonight.
Nishikido did do his best.
He imagined Katou was in the front row, singing along with every song, perfectly.
-- -- -- Akita, northern Honshu
By some odd stream of luck, each Kanjani8 member had been given their own hotel room for the night. Nishikido collapsed on the bed upon walking in. He didn’t even care to change out of his clothes. He was exhausted and just wanted to sleep for the rest of his life. The lights were all off and the city outside was quiet. But the longer Nishikido laid there, the more he thought that maybe, he was too exhausted too sleep. He rolled over and waited…. Nothing. He kicked off his pants - maybe jeans were just too uncomfortable for his body to let him fall asleep wearing them - … No, that wasn’t the problem. Nishikido ended up in his boxers, under the covers, curled up, warm and comfortable, but he still couldn’t fall asleep. As a last ditch effort, he reached for his phone.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. R-
“Mmph.”
“Shige.”
“Do you know what time it is?”
Nishikido rolled over to look at the clock, “2:12am.”
“I have a class in less than six hours. Dammit.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Boo hoo.” He could hear Katou moving around, “So you thought you’d wake me up? If you can’t sleep no one can?”
“Exactly.” Nishikido smiled, “Help me fall asleep, Shige. Then you can sleep too.”
“How do I do that?” Katou was mumbling.
“Just… talk. Talk, Shige. About anything.”
There was a pause on the other side of the line, “… I cleaned today. I scrubbed the kitchen and aired out my futon. There was a big stain of something on the stovetop, but I got it out. It was a lot of work. Uh… I have paper due in a week, but I don’t know what to write for it. I haven’t started it at all, which isn’t like me. Oh, I also had a study group today. It was all the people I normally study with, but this other guy invited himself today. He really slowed us down, he couldn’t stay on track at all. It was annoying, but I didn’t say anything. What else? Um.... Ryo-chan?... Are you still awake? Ryo-chan?.... Hm, good night then. Good luck at your next venue…”
Nishikido woke up the next morning with his face pressed into his phone. There were prints from the buttons on his face and Shibutani couldn’t stop laughing at him across the table at breakfast. Even so, Nishikido felt amazingly well rested.
-- -- -- Hokkaido
Nishikido held his phone up to his ear, quite unhappy.
We’re sorry, but the number you are trying to dial can not be reached. Please try again at another time. We’re sorry, but…
Nishikido swore and closed his phone.
Yasuda looked up from tuning his guitar, “Is something wrong, Ryo-chan?”
Nishikido didn’t look up at his band mate, “My friend isn’t answering his phone.”
“Oh, well, he probably has a good reason. Don’t worry. The tour will be over soon. You can get in touch with him then.”
Nishikido frowned. He didn’t want to wait get in touch with Katou until after the tour was over. He wanted to get in touch with him now. He had a feeling that the last eight days of the tour weren’t going to be especially fun. For him or anyone else.
-- -- --
Katou stared at his phone, and then at the small pile of prepaid phone cards sitting in his garbage can, very worried. He knew Nishikido bought them to be used but…
“Ryo-chan’s not going to be happy about this…”
-- -- --
It was 12:17am and some one was knocking on his door. Katou poked his head out from under the blankets and debated whether or not he wanted to get up.
The knocking didn’t stop.
Sighing and knowing he couldn’t sleep through it, Katou stood up and stumbled over to the door, opening it. Not entirely surprised at who he found there.
“Ryo-chan.”
Nishikido smiled, “The tour’s over.”
“You’re happy about that?”
“And a little sad. It was a lot of work though.”
Katou looked down and noticed the duffel bag in Nishikido’s hand.
“When… did the tour end?”
Nishikido laughed a little bit, “Tonight! We had our last show in Saitama a few hours ago.”
Katou looked back up at him, “And you… came … here?”
“Yeah.”
Katou yawned, he wasn’t going to pretend like he understood - his cramped apartment versus Nishikido’s spacious one - but he moved out of the doorway nevertheless and let Nishikido in.
“I probably woke you up. Go back to bed. I’m going to brush my teeth.”
Katou didn’t complain and he went back to bed, curling up under the covers. After a few minutes, the blankets were pulled back a little and another body settled next to Katou.
“It’s so fucking cramped.”
Katou grunted and kicked at Nishikido.
-- -- --
In the morning, Katou’s alarm went off and he hurried to turn it off, but when he looked back to the futon, it didn’t look like Nishikido had woken up in the slightest. He dressed and ate breakfast quietly, before writing Nishikido a short note, asking him to make sure the door was locked behind him, and then he left for classes. When he got back in the afternoon, his door was locked and Nishikido was gone. And piled up on his futon, as neatly as it could be done, was a stack of prepaid phone cards.
end
A/N: That was another short one..... So, here's a bonus drabble :D!! ♥
TITLE: Big Daddy
CHARACTERS: Whore!Shige, Ryo
NOTES: Uh, an AU for my AU?
THIS IS MEANT TO BE PAINFULLY OUT OF CHARACTER, CAUSE I WANTED TO WRITE POUTY SHIGE AND SUGAR-DADDY RYO. IT DOESN'T GO ANYWHERE IN THE WHORE!VERSE.
Shige holds a green sweater up to his chest, smiling “Ryo-cha~n, what do you think of this one? I really like it.”
Ryo looks up from his phone and grimaces, “No. I will not spend money on that.”
Shige pouts and sashays over to Ryo, “Please?”
“No, Shige. You don’t need another sweater.”
Shige presses himself against Ryo and whispers, “Please? Ryo-chan?”
Ryo considers it for a minute before replying with a short, “No.”
He turns and starts to leave the store, and Shige has to hurry to catch up with him. It’s late out, and cold, there aren’t many other people walking around, so he lets Shige hang on his arm.
“Ryo-chan, let’s go to karaoke!”
“No,” he stops and looks at the clothing display in a window, “I was singing all day. I’ll get hoarse if we go.”
Shige’s pouts again, and Ryo worries for a second that he’s going to start sulking. And then he’ll have to buy that green sweater. But, it seems Shige’s resigned himself to not getting the sweater or going to karaoke. He holds Ryo’s arm in his own, and rests his head on the other man’s shoulder.
Ryo turns his head and kisses Shige’s hair, “You always want to do things that tire me out.”
“That’s because I love spending time with Ryo-chan.”
“We can spend time together anywhere. Let’s go home.”
Shige looks up and smirks, “Ryo-chan, I can think of something to do at home that will tire you out.”
Ryo kicks his foot, barely, “Don’t be so dirty out in public.”
Shige laughs and Ryo doesn’t make any complaints.
RATING: G + swearing
PAIRING: Ryo/Shige
WORD COUNT: 1,817
SUMMARY: Ryo is both happy and enraged about Kanjani8’s new concert tour.
NOTES: Whore!verse part 7! Seriously! I also have no idea in what order Kanjani8 did their 47 Prefecture Tour. I’m just making stuff up as I got along. THIS is a good map of the prefectures of Japan.
When their manager happily barged into their dressing room, telling them about the 47 Prefecture Tour in the works for them as a group, Kanjani8 cheered and there was a giant group hug. Then they all went to separate corners to call parents and friends to tell them the good news and receive their just congratulations. Nishikido of course called Katou first.
“Oh, hi. I just got out of-“
“Shige, I have the most amazing news!”
“Um, okay?”
“My group’s touring! All 47 prefectures! This is huge for us!”
“Oh wow!” Shige seemed to perk up, “That’s great! I’m really happy for you.”
“In the past, we’ve only gotten to do the big prefectures in Kansai and Kantou! But now we’re going out in the boonies, and even down to Kyushu and Shikoku!”
“Oh, wow.” Katou paused, “Kyushu and Shikoku? That’s really far…”
“What?”
“It’s far. Um, I guess… you’ll be really busy for a while then. I bet you have rehearsals and such before hand that you’ll need to do…”
While Kanjani8 didn’t have the greatest track record when it came to high school diplomas, or even partial college educations, they were by no means the stupid-group. A majority of their members had learned musicals instruments. They knew how to market themselves to build a strong, loyal fanbase and then grow in the more main stream market. But most importantly, they knew how to avoid Nishikido when it was necessary.
The stream of profanities he let out had a very clear meaning to the six of them: Get. Out.
-- -- -- Shimane, southern Honshu
The concert for the night was over and Kanjani8 was at their hotel. Nishikido was sitting on his bed, strumming his guitar, frowning a little bit. His phone was sitting on the bed in front of him, closed.
Maruyama looked up from the couch, “Are you okay, Ryo-chan? You seem… kind of angry.”
Nishikido kept frowning.
Maruyama chewed at his lip, “Do you want me to leave the room for a little so you can be alone? You look kind of stressed….” He stood up, “I’ll go bother Yoko and Hina.”
Maruyama left and Nishikido kept sitting on the bed, strumming his guitar, occasionally looking at his phone, waiting for it to do something.
-- -- -- Miyazaki, Kyushu
It was two weeks into the tour and Nishikido was already irritated with everything. He couldn’t help but be snappy with the others and his roommates at hotels always ended up staying the night in some one else’s room. Finally, desperate to fix whatever was going on, Murakami pulled Nishikido aside.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you getting sick?”
“No.”
Murakami frowned, “Well, something’s wrong with you. Get it straightened out, alright? Don’t mess things up for the rest of us just because you’re in a rut.”
Murakami punched Nishikido gently on the shoulder and walked away, down the hall. Nishikido pulled out his cell phone and sat down next to the wall. Speed dial. 1. Send.
Ring. Ring. Ri-
“.. Ryo-chan, hi… You aren’t busy right now?”
“No.” Nishikido closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall.
“Is your tour going okay? Some girls in my economics class were talking about it the other day.”
“Yeah, it’s… it’s okay.”
“You sound weird… Is everything alright?”
Nishikido sighed, “I’m just really tired.”
“Then you should rest.”
“I miss you.”
Katou was silent on the other end of the phone, and Nishikido wondered if maybe the signal had gotten lost, but then quietly Katou answered, “… I miss you too.”
Hearing those simple words was like opening a flood gate, and Nishikido realized how much he’d been holding inside, “I’m tired all the time. I never get to sleep. And when I do, some film crew comes in and wakes me up and I have to play some weird game at 3 in the morning. And I’m having to live out of a suitcase. All I want is a home cooked meal. And to not stay every night in some generic hotel room that could be any in the world. I’m happy to be touring, this is what I do. But all 47 prefectures… and all so closely back-to-back… It’s hard, Shige. I know you can’t understand, but it’s hard.”
“Ah, Ryo-chan…”
Nishikido took a deep breath, “All I want is to be back in Tokyo.”
Katou sighed, “Ryo-chan, you just have to be strong. Don’t think about the future. Think about the now. You’ve worked for a long to get an opportunity like this, right? Don’t waste it because you’re homesick. There are a lot of people supporting you there. I know it.”
“Are you supporting me, Shige?”
“Of course.” and Nishikido imaged Katou smiling.
Something tapped Nishikido’s foot, and when he opened his eyes, the Kanjani8 manager was looking down at him, tapping two fingers against his wrist.
“Shige, I’ve got to go. The concert…”
“I know. Do your best.”
That night, Nishikido gave one of his greatest performances of the entire tour.
-- -- -- Ishikawa, western Honshu
SENT 6:49PM
FROM: SHIGE
A friend from class loaned me a bunch of CDs today.
One of them was KJ2 Zukkoke Daidassou - your CD.
I’m listening to it right now.
Please be safe and do your best tonight.
Nishikido did do his best.
He imagined Katou was in the front row, singing along with every song, perfectly.
-- -- -- Akita, northern Honshu
By some odd stream of luck, each Kanjani8 member had been given their own hotel room for the night. Nishikido collapsed on the bed upon walking in. He didn’t even care to change out of his clothes. He was exhausted and just wanted to sleep for the rest of his life. The lights were all off and the city outside was quiet. But the longer Nishikido laid there, the more he thought that maybe, he was too exhausted too sleep. He rolled over and waited…. Nothing. He kicked off his pants - maybe jeans were just too uncomfortable for his body to let him fall asleep wearing them - … No, that wasn’t the problem. Nishikido ended up in his boxers, under the covers, curled up, warm and comfortable, but he still couldn’t fall asleep. As a last ditch effort, he reached for his phone.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. R-
“Mmph.”
“Shige.”
“Do you know what time it is?”
Nishikido rolled over to look at the clock, “2:12am.”
“I have a class in less than six hours. Dammit.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“Boo hoo.” He could hear Katou moving around, “So you thought you’d wake me up? If you can’t sleep no one can?”
“Exactly.” Nishikido smiled, “Help me fall asleep, Shige. Then you can sleep too.”
“How do I do that?” Katou was mumbling.
“Just… talk. Talk, Shige. About anything.”
There was a pause on the other side of the line, “… I cleaned today. I scrubbed the kitchen and aired out my futon. There was a big stain of something on the stovetop, but I got it out. It was a lot of work. Uh… I have paper due in a week, but I don’t know what to write for it. I haven’t started it at all, which isn’t like me. Oh, I also had a study group today. It was all the people I normally study with, but this other guy invited himself today. He really slowed us down, he couldn’t stay on track at all. It was annoying, but I didn’t say anything. What else? Um.... Ryo-chan?... Are you still awake? Ryo-chan?.... Hm, good night then. Good luck at your next venue…”
Nishikido woke up the next morning with his face pressed into his phone. There were prints from the buttons on his face and Shibutani couldn’t stop laughing at him across the table at breakfast. Even so, Nishikido felt amazingly well rested.
-- -- -- Hokkaido
Nishikido held his phone up to his ear, quite unhappy.
We’re sorry, but the number you are trying to dial can not be reached. Please try again at another time. We’re sorry, but…
Nishikido swore and closed his phone.
Yasuda looked up from tuning his guitar, “Is something wrong, Ryo-chan?”
Nishikido didn’t look up at his band mate, “My friend isn’t answering his phone.”
“Oh, well, he probably has a good reason. Don’t worry. The tour will be over soon. You can get in touch with him then.”
Nishikido frowned. He didn’t want to wait get in touch with Katou until after the tour was over. He wanted to get in touch with him now. He had a feeling that the last eight days of the tour weren’t going to be especially fun. For him or anyone else.
-- -- --
Katou stared at his phone, and then at the small pile of prepaid phone cards sitting in his garbage can, very worried. He knew Nishikido bought them to be used but…
“Ryo-chan’s not going to be happy about this…”
-- -- --
It was 12:17am and some one was knocking on his door. Katou poked his head out from under the blankets and debated whether or not he wanted to get up.
The knocking didn’t stop.
Sighing and knowing he couldn’t sleep through it, Katou stood up and stumbled over to the door, opening it. Not entirely surprised at who he found there.
“Ryo-chan.”
Nishikido smiled, “The tour’s over.”
“You’re happy about that?”
“And a little sad. It was a lot of work though.”
Katou looked down and noticed the duffel bag in Nishikido’s hand.
“When… did the tour end?”
Nishikido laughed a little bit, “Tonight! We had our last show in Saitama a few hours ago.”
Katou looked back up at him, “And you… came … here?”
“Yeah.”
Katou yawned, he wasn’t going to pretend like he understood - his cramped apartment versus Nishikido’s spacious one - but he moved out of the doorway nevertheless and let Nishikido in.
“I probably woke you up. Go back to bed. I’m going to brush my teeth.”
Katou didn’t complain and he went back to bed, curling up under the covers. After a few minutes, the blankets were pulled back a little and another body settled next to Katou.
“It’s so fucking cramped.”
Katou grunted and kicked at Nishikido.
-- -- --
In the morning, Katou’s alarm went off and he hurried to turn it off, but when he looked back to the futon, it didn’t look like Nishikido had woken up in the slightest. He dressed and ate breakfast quietly, before writing Nishikido a short note, asking him to make sure the door was locked behind him, and then he left for classes. When he got back in the afternoon, his door was locked and Nishikido was gone. And piled up on his futon, as neatly as it could be done, was a stack of prepaid phone cards.
end
A/N: That was another short one..... So, here's a bonus drabble :D!! ♥
TITLE: Big Daddy
CHARACTERS: Whore!Shige, Ryo
NOTES: Uh, an AU for my AU?
THIS IS MEANT TO BE PAINFULLY OUT OF CHARACTER, CAUSE I WANTED TO WRITE POUTY SHIGE AND SUGAR-DADDY RYO. IT DOESN'T GO ANYWHERE IN THE WHORE!VERSE.
Shige holds a green sweater up to his chest, smiling “Ryo-cha~n, what do you think of this one? I really like it.”
Ryo looks up from his phone and grimaces, “No. I will not spend money on that.”
Shige pouts and sashays over to Ryo, “Please?”
“No, Shige. You don’t need another sweater.”
Shige presses himself against Ryo and whispers, “Please? Ryo-chan?”
Ryo considers it for a minute before replying with a short, “No.”
He turns and starts to leave the store, and Shige has to hurry to catch up with him. It’s late out, and cold, there aren’t many other people walking around, so he lets Shige hang on his arm.
“Ryo-chan, let’s go to karaoke!”
“No,” he stops and looks at the clothing display in a window, “I was singing all day. I’ll get hoarse if we go.”
Shige’s pouts again, and Ryo worries for a second that he’s going to start sulking. And then he’ll have to buy that green sweater. But, it seems Shige’s resigned himself to not getting the sweater or going to karaoke. He holds Ryo’s arm in his own, and rests his head on the other man’s shoulder.
Ryo turns his head and kisses Shige’s hair, “You always want to do things that tire me out.”
“That’s because I love spending time with Ryo-chan.”
“We can spend time together anywhere. Let’s go home.”
Shige looks up and smirks, “Ryo-chan, I can think of something to do at home that will tire you out.”
Ryo kicks his foot, barely, “Don’t be so dirty out in public.”
Shige laughs and Ryo doesn’t make any complaints.