Dress Blues (Chapter 1/?)
Title: Dress Blues (Chapter 1/?)
Author: keeconk
Pairing: TaDaiki
Rating: PG
Word count: 5,237
Disclaimer: Not mine, I swear!
Summary: A life of a model is often seen as extravagant and glamour. But not many people know that a life of a model can be this epic and bizarre. What would happen if Arisa, an eighteen-years old fashion and make-up model, meet Takaki Yuya, the popular singer? The thing is, Arisa is just a stage name of a normal boy, named Arioka Daiki, who dresses up as a girl during photoshoots.
A.N.: AU setting. This would be my next TaDaiki project, as promised.
Beta'ed by: My awesome rinhriveiel.
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He was just a normal guy. He grew up in a normal family, and he wasn’t any different from any other guy around his age. Soccer was his favourite, and he collected sneakers. There was nothing really special about Arioka Daiki. He was just, well, a normal eighteen-year-old boy.
Just like any other teenagers around his age, Daiki was worried about what to do after high school. Applying for university was definitely tempting, and it wasn’t that he was so stupid that he couldn’t attend one. Besides, at this age, Daiki was aware of the importance of having a degree.
But was it really necessary for him to go to university? He got a job. He had been working as a model since he entered high school. It would be an understatement to say that this little guy didn’t have what it took to become a professional model. Yes, very true indeed, he was vertically challenged; but he had the looks and his smile was his biggest selling point.
His parents were pretty much supporting any decision that he would make, whether it be continuing his study or being a full-time model. He wouldn’t be alone if he became a model, or whether he entered university. Inoo, a guy that worked in the same agency as Daiki, was studying in the university that he wanted to enter. So either way, he would still have Inoo. Or maybe, he could try what Inoo was doing; being both a student and a model.
“Where’s your wig?” Inoo tilted his head when Daiki got on the van.
“Why on earth would I wear my wig when I’m still wearing my school uniform?” the latter frowned as he opened his school blazer.
“Well, because we wouldn’t want the magazine to know that you’re a guy, of course.”
“Wouldn’t it even weirder if I wear my wig with boys’ uniform?!” he retorted.
Inoo just chuckled lightly, grabbing the dress that was on his lap all along before throwing it to Daiki. The older guy always made fun of Daiki when he was wearing his own clothes. He said it was weird to see Daiki with short hair, sneakers, pants, and no make-up on. Well, like it or not, being somehow only a hundred and sixty four centimetres (not to mention his slightly pink chubby cheeks and fair skin), everyone in the business thought of him as a girl. And this kind of thing, where Inoo and his manager would pick him up for work, happened almost every day. The scene where Daiki would quickly change into girls’ clothes inside the van wasn’t something out of the ordinary either.
Basically, this was how it happened. It was during school festival and his class decided that they should make a stage play. Somehow for once, his class didn’t want anything ordinary. So at the end, the guys got to play female characters and the girls got to play male characters. It was so happened that someone from the agency (who was also Daiki’s classmate’s mother) went to watch the play. So yeah, he was kind of scouted for the job.
“A little bit to the right,” said Inoo lazily.
“Like this?” Daiki pulled his wig to the right, trying to adjust the long black smooth wig correctly.
“Be a little gentle with the wig, will you? It’s real hair,” Inoo complained. “Now it’s way too slanted to the right. A little bit to the left,” he added.
“Gosh. I’ll just fix it latter in the dressing room.”
“And everyone will know that it’s fake!” Inoo whacked Daiki’s head, annoyed with Daiki’s answer.
Sighing, Inoo drew himself closer to Daiki and fixed the wig himself. The older guy’s curving fingers then brushed the wig gently, causing the silkiness of the hair to fall down beautifully against Daiki’s back and shoulder blades. “Hikaru and I bought this for you to wear, not to be ruined, Dai-chan,” he mumbled.
“I never asked you guys to buy me a new one. Besides, which guy would want an expensive wig for his Christmas present?”
“Well, at least it’s expensive,” someone replied.
Daiki turned his head to the back seats of the van, swaying his pretty wig as he did that. His upper lip twitched at a familiar figure that magically turned the three seats into a bed. There, a boy with a dark brown hair was lying down with his hat covering his face. One of his legs was against the van’s floor, while the other one was leaning on the previous one.
“Shut up, Hikaru,” Daiki complained as he threw his sneakers to the newcomer. “And since when you are there?”
“Ittai!” yelped the older guy. Hikaru sat up as he rubbed his arm (that was hit by Daiki’s sneakers) and frowned unhappily at Daiki. “Well, apparently I was the first one to be picked. And a lady is not supposed to throw shoes to a gentleman like me,” said Hikaru as he stuck out his tongue.
“I’m not exactly a girl, you moron,” he replied back.
“Well, you dress like one.”
“Only for work,” he retorted back.
“You have boobs~.”
“I do not! It’s the push up bra’s fault!”
“There you go! Only girls wear bra~,” Hikaru smirked, full of victory.
“Son of a bi--..”
“Okay okay. Enough. I don’t want to hear any of this childish argument. And we’re almost there,” Inoo whacked both Daiki’s and Hikaru’s heads at the end.
Sometimes, Daiki believed that if Inoo were a girl, he would make a good mother.
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The shooting that day wasn’t really hard to do. Daiki got to wear a wool cardigan with big cute brown buttons, dark skinny jeans, a white knitted winter hat, and girls’ five-inch-high boots. He remembered well the first time he got to wear heels. It was so hard to walk and he had to hold onto Inoo each time he walked.
“Ari-chan is so cute~,” the make up artist complimented him once she was done with his make-up.
Daiki just smiled as he tilted his head a little. He used to get annoyed with that kind of compliment, but of course, he kind of got used to it then. He shouldn’t really complain, especially when ‘being cute’ kept his wallet fat. It wasn’t hard to play the girl-role either. At least everyone knew him as Arisa (aka his stage name), and that was close to Arioka. Okay, it wasn’t; but Ari-chan is close enough.
When the boy walked into the studio, he quickly caught a glimpse of his two colleagues. Hikaru was wearing a leather jacket with dark brown pants and matching Converse shoes. It was simple, but it suited him well. Inoo, on the other hand, wore something a little bit more fashionista. Judging from the silk pants and the vest Inoo were wearing, it seemed that the older guy had a different theme; something more formal. Meaning, Daiki was being paired with Hikaru, something that Daiki wasn’t really fond of.
The older guys were standing not far away from the camera. No, they weren’t on the set. They were just standing there, staring at the person that was currently being shot. “Who’s that?” whispered Daiki once he was close enough to Inoo.
The guy was wearing black rocky pants with two chains attached on the waist and boots to match the pants. The head of his belt was big and shiny enough to set Daiki’s eyes into blindness, but it suited his red Levis long-sleeved shirt. For some reason his face looked really familiar to Daiki. Was he famous or something?
“That’s Takaki Yuya. They said he’ll be Rock Star of the Month for next issue,” answered Inoo.
“I think I heard his name somewhere,” the younger guy replied.
“Duh~. His latest single was on top of Oricon chart for weeks,” Hikaru stared at him, not amused.
“Well, I’m not into rock,” Daiki replied back.
“His music is pop-rock. Gosh, you don’t know anything about him. Which planet are you from?!”
“The very same planet you live on,” he glared back at Hikaru.
“Ssssttt… Cut it off, guys,” Inoo shooed the two of them. “And Dai-chan. Your voice... too low,” warned Inoo in whisper.
Daiki quickly mumbled a sorry and cleared his voice, trying to set it at least two pitches higher than normal. It would be bad if he sounded like a guy with that cute costume that he was wearing. It wasn’t easy to talk like a girl. Inoo had to train him every single day when he first started his career. Of course, the reason why Inoo was able to speak like a girl was remained unknown to the younger boy.
“Takaki-san, first clothes, done!” shouted the photographer assistant. She quickly gestured her hand to Takaki, signalling the other guy to change his top. Once Takaki left the set, she then dragged Hikaru and Daiki to it.
“Eh? We do it in between his break?” Daiki blinked at the assistant, pointing with his index finger at Takaki, who was just across the room, unbuttoning his shirt to change.
“Well, Arisa. You have 10 outfits to shoot today, and you came late. Takaki-san was supposed to shoot his photo in between your break, not the other way round,” she explained.
“She was busy running around the soccer field~,” Hikaru lied. It was a completely stupid lie. It wouldn’t be the first time Hikaru tried to tease Daiki when he was dressed as a girl.
“No, I was not! Why would I, a girl, run around a soccer field?!” Daiki nudged Hikaru’s shoulder in annoyance.
“Hahaha. The two of you always make such a cute couple~,” she smiled as she patted Daiki’s shoulder.
“He’s not my boyfriend!” Daiki shot a glare at her. Of course, he only received a laugh from everyone on the set.
“Oh~. She’s just shy. Right, honey?” Hikaru pinched Daiki’s cheeks playfully.
“Go away!” he cried as he pushed Hikaru away.
“Arisa, stop. Not worth it. Just get on with the shoot,” Inoo spoke up at last.
“Ah~, Inoo is no fun~,” Hikaru faked a pout as he wrapped his hands on Daiki’s waist.
Daiki wanted to at least slap Hikaru once before the photographer started to shoot (because it would not be ladylike to punch Hikaru, and he was wearing girls’ clothes for goodness sake); yet, it seemed that the way Hikaru wrapped his hands on him was exactly how the photographer wanted him to. The younger guy couldn’t really do anything but got on with his job.
Very little he knew that the singer, who was changing a minute ago, was already standing beside Inoo, staring at every inch of Daiki’s body. It was almost as if he was interested in Daiki.
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“What?!” three voices, sounding shocked, filled the agency’s common room with questions.
“He’s going to shoot a what?!” Hikaru repeated his question.
“Are you serious, Manager-san?” Inoo added.
“Why would he ask for me?!” Daiki’s eyes widened up from shock.
Their manager just smiled as he gave each one of them a document containing the detail of their next photo shoot schedule. Just like any other week, Inoo and Hikaru got to do fashion shoots again (which is kind of obvious since it was what their agency was all about). But Daiki’s job was kind of different this time. It was too different, in fact.
“I don’t want to become an album CD jacket model with a guy I do not know!!” he complained as he stared at his schedule. All this time, the only guys that Daiki had ever had photo shoots with were Hikaru and Inoo.
“He asked for you specifically. He even called our boss directly,” their manager explained to Daiki.
“I’m a fashion and make-up model! Not some weird singer album CD jacket model!” he insisted.
“But it’s Takaki Yuya. Who could say no to such famous star?”
“What about the theme?!” Daiki asked again.
“Maybe he wants you to only wear your push-up bra, Dai-chan. Aw~, someone is going to have some naughty photoshoots,” teased Hikaru.
Daiki shot a glare at Hikaru and stepped on the older guy’s feet hard, causing him to yelp in pain.
“I refuse!” Daiki said at the end.
“But we already said yes to him.”
“Well, I haven’t signed the contract,” he insisted.
“You kind of did,” his manager grinned at him.
The middle-aged guy pulled out an envelope from his briefcase. At that instant, Daiki recognised the brown envelope. He swore, in the name of his favourite omelette rice, that it was the same envelope that his manager gave to him the day before. When his manager took out the contract sheet from it, he quickly grabbed the white paper and schemed through the black prints. “Shit. I signed this yesterday.”
“I told you to read your freaking contract before you sign it, didn’t I, Dai-chan?” Inoo could only sigh at his colleague’s stupidity.
Daiki’s face turned sour. He turned his head to Inoo and pleaded his eyes (with a little watery touch), asking the older guy to help him out. But yet (and expectedly, really), Inoo shook his head and stood up. Inoo was a professional and he would always do his job just like what his contract said. So asking Inoo for help was pretty much a useless effort.
“Do you want to shop for some new push-up bra for the shoot, Dai-chan? We can try to find something that adds more volume~,” Hikaru smirked.
Throwing his schedule at Hikaru’s head, Daiki cried out some swear words to the older guy. “I don’t need a new push-up bra, and Arisa is supposed to be flat-chested, you moron!”
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Daiki nervously sat on one of the chairs at the studio. He really, really, really didn’t know how he would act during the photo shoot. This kind of reminded him when he was being paired up with Hikaru for the very first time. He was nervous like shit and he couldn’t stop getting cold sweat (giving the make-up artist such a hard time because she had to retouch his make up every freaking minute).
It was worse with Inoo because despite of his calm appearance, Inoo was way far from calm. His pranks and jokes could get even worse than Hikaru’s. It wasn’t weird to find Inoo grabbing his ass or teasingly poking his bra with a really, really evilly innocent expression. And that one little smirk from Inoo never failed to send him a major electric shock.
Why did it bother Daiki, really? Very simple. As far as he could remember, Daiki was definitely not interested in the opposite sex. So to actually be paired up with the same sex was something really nerve-breaking for him. Although he didn’t really like the whole idea of dressing up as a girl, Daiki wouldn’t deny that he wasn’t heterosexual. He believed that he was masculine enough to be a real guy, but yeah, he was just not interested in girls. That was all there was to it.
“Arisa-san?” someone called his stage name out.
The eighteen-year-old boy turned his head to face the caller and mumbled a small ‘yes’ as an answer. The person who stood before him was wearing all black and his hair was straightened up neatly. It was Takaki Yuya. His appearance was a little bit subtler than when Daiki met him the other day, but it was definitely him.
“You look lovely,” he commented.
“Thanks,” Daiki replied awkwardly.
Daiki wasn’t really wearing anything too spectacular. Unlike Takaki, he was wearing all white; although his hair (wig, to be precise) was straightened like Takaki’s. His white gown was a perfect replica of the dress from ‘Mrs Richard Bennett Lloyd’ painting. It was so simple, just as simple as Takaki’s black shirt and pants, but yet defining.
“Have you checked the photo shoot plan?” the other guy asked as he dragged a chair and sat right beside Daiki.
“Kind of.”
“What do you think about it?”
“Ehm. I’m not really comfortable with most of it, to be honest. But well, I’ll do my best,” he replied.
It was as if Daiki just said something really bizarre that Takaki decided to pull his chair closer to the other guy and stare at him intensely. Okay, did he say anything wrong?
“Is it too intimate or something? I can talk to the photographer if you don’t like it,” he asked again.
Daiki blinked, couldn’t believe what the other guy just told him. Did he just say that he could just ask for a change? From what he heard from Hikaru, Takaki was famous at being really nice to his co-workers, especially girls, but he never expected him to be this nice. It was Takaki’s album jacket, and really, Daiki had no right to change the album jacket concept at all.
He just shook his head slowly as he smiled. He didn’t really want to make a big fuss over it. Besides, it was only going to be a couple of cuddles, and a close up shot or something. There was one shot that required them to face each other as close as possible, but nothing about kissing or anything. So really, Daiki should manage to go through it somehow.
“Okay, that’s good. Hold on there,” the photographer mumbled.
Just like what he thought it would be, it wasn’t really that bad. Takaki was good at keeping some distance, although he had to wrap his arms around Daiki at times. It was almost as if Takaki himself was reluctant to touch Daiki, but not that Daiki was complaining about it either. At least Takaki wasn’t Hikaru that would say any random comment every now and then; or Inoo that might grab here and there on every chance he had.
“That went smoothly,” Takaki commented. “It was kind of fun, actually,” he added.
Daiki just smiled; he couldn’t agree more. It went a lot better than he thought it would be. Well, those awkward laughs when they accidentally did something wrong when posing were definitely entertaining. Especially the one time when Daiki suddenly sneezed to Takaki’s face that was just a few inches away. Well, it wasn’t his fault, he believed. Takaki’s perfume was too strong.
Daiki didn’t waste any more time and quickly went back to his dressing room. That was a long photo shoot and his wig was making his head all itchy. “Too many frames being shot,” he mumbled before shutting the dressing room’s door with a sigh.
Staring at his own reflection on the mirror, Daiki couldn’t really recognise himself. He never could. Arisa was Arisa, and he never thought of her as part of him. Arisa was just a character that he played and that she had nothing to do with his existence. The fair skinned boy’s hands reached out to the back of his wig and untied the wig’s knot before slowly pulling it off from his head.
Fiuh~. Finally, he said to himself.
It always happened. Each time Daiki had to wear his wig and make-up longer than he was used to, he felt a little uncomfortable; especially when most wigs that he used during photo shoots weren’t as comfortable as that one expensive wig that Hikaru and Inoo gave him (Daiki wore that when he had to transform to Arisa outside work).
“Come on Daiki. This is your own fault for signing the contract without even reading it at all,” he scolded himself as he took out his make-up removal. “Tsk. What kind of guy wears make-up this thick,” he mumbled again.
It was relieving when he finally got the thick eye shadow and mascara off. And the gown. Gosh, he couldn’t wait till he could get rid of it and quickly put some jeans on! At least Arisa’s casual clothes were usually jeans and girls’ parkas or cardigans. He then carefully took off the white gown, as well as the bra, because apparently the bra line was starting to leave marks on his skin. Taking it off for a while wouldn’t cost any harm anyway. How on earth can girls wear this all day?
Daiki was pulling up his jeans’ zipper when his dressing room’s door suddenly swung open. “Arisa-san, thank you so much for toda-…”
Much to his surprise, Takaki was standing right before the door’s frame, dumbfounded. The taller guy tilted his head in confusion as he stepped back and checked the nametag out side the door, just in case he went into a wrong room. He frowned at the writings before then glanced back at Daiki, then back at the nametag. Not surprising really. Who wouldn’t show such reaction when he saw a shirtless short guy inside Arisa’s dressing room.
“Did you see Arisa-san by any chance?” asked Takaki.
But before Daiki could come out with some sort of big fat lie, Takaki noticed the white gown on the table. His eyes widened up when he skimmed to the room and saw a wig, pretty much just a step away from Daiki. And not to mentioned the used-cottons and the make-up removal. The singer covered his mouth with one hand as he stared at Daiki, making sure that he wasn’t delusional or something. But the more he looked at the other guy, the more Daiki and Arisa looked like the same exact person. “Oh. My. God,” he gasped. “You’re not Arisa, are you?”
“Ssssssssttttt!!!” Daiki stormed quickly to Takaki, pulling him inside before then closing the door (and made sure that he locked the door this time).
“Shit! You are her!” Takaki squeaked.
“Well, I’m not exactly her. I just dress up as her during photo shoots.”
“Your voice! Oh God, oh God, oh God! This is creepy!” the taller guy’s eyes widened up.
“Oh shut up. Which one is creepier? Me talking like this,” he frowned. “Or me in this form - a guy, talking like Arisa?” he continued as he changed his voice pitch.
Takaki looked as if he almost fainted. He crawled to the nearest chair and tried to calm down his breathing. Daiki couldn’t really blame him, of course. Takaki might have a major heart attack knowing that the girl that he was paired up with during the photo shoot was a guy.
Daiki cursed at his own stupidity at the end as he grabbed his bra, quickly putting it on, before then putting Arisa’s casual cardigans on; of course only to get a really weird stare from Takaki. Right after he wore his wig, the one that Hikaru and Inoo gave him, Daiki kneeled down in front of Takaki and pressed both palms against each other as he bowed.
“My career will be over if anyone found out about this! Inoo-chan would kill me, and Hikaru would make fun of my stupidity for the rest of my life.”
“Ha?” Takaki stared at him. “Oh gosh. Please don’t speak with a guy’s voice when you are dressed like that. My poor heart is still in a major shock,” he added faintly.
“Oh sorry,” Daiki cleared his throat. “Better?”
“Yeah.”
“Awesome,” Daiki grinned. “Wait! That’s not the point! The main concern now is that someone from outside my agency, which is you, found out about me being a guy, and I might get kicked out if they know about this. Please! I beg you to keep this as a secret!”
Takaki stared at him in disbelief. That one stare somehow made Daiki believe that that was it. He would have to say good-bye to his career and pay check. And now he might have to think of what to do in the future after he graduated because he wouldn’t have his job anymore.
“What do I get in return?” asked Takaki at the end.
“Eh?”
“Well, you can’t just expect me to keep this as a secret. I don’t even know you. And I was trying so hard to be polite to Arisa, or you, because she was a girl, no because you were a girl, argh whichever suits the situation, damn it. Do you even know how hard it was to act polite to a little dazzling model?”
“Erm. Sorry about the confusion,” Daiki smiled awkwardly. “I’ll do anything you want me to, really! As long as you keep it as a secret,” he added.
The taller guy went quiet. It was as if he was considering Daiki’s offer.
“Gosh. It’s not that you did anything bad anyway. Besides, I don’t really know you to actually bother about it,” Takaki stood up as he scratched his head. “But I’m taking your offer. I’ll meet you at your agency tomorrow afternoon and I’ll tell you what you should do to keep my mouth shut.”
Making his way to the door, Takaki patted Daiki’s shoulder lightly. “And dress as Arisa, please. It gives me horror remembering you as a guy,” he added.
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“Why are you dressed like that?” asked Hikaru, full of questions.
“Nothing.”
“You won’t come to the agency dressing up like Arisa when there’s no work, Dai-chan,” Inoo added.
“Well, I’m meeting Takaki. So yeah,” he answered at the end.
Hikaru and Inoo exchanged looks with each other. It was pretty obvious that they found it weird. Daiki wasn’t the type that would meet up with anyone outside work, of course other than Hikaru and Inoo. So it was actually kind of bizarre to hear the youngest among the three say that he was going to meet Takaki there. Inoo was sitting on the couch, right in front of Daiki. There was a textbook on his lap, and he was holding a pen with his right hand. On the other hand, Hikaru was sitting on an armchair beside the window, playing around with his new PSP.
“For what occasion? Future project or something?” Inoo asked.
“Not exactly.”
“Does Takaki coming have something to do with all these weird reporters and paparazzi outside?” asked Hikaru as he took a peek from the window.
“I have no idea. Not that I go around and tell people that Takaki is coming,” Daiki rolled his eyes.
“Argh! Takaki is here!” Hikaru pointed out as he put his PSP to the table.
The other two guys in the room quickly rushed out to the window where Hikaru was. Just like he said, Takaki was walking towards the agency with all the celebrity sparkles around him. His shade was covering his eyes, and his boots somehow made an impact on each step he took.
“Doesn’t he look too cool to be true?” Hikaru commented.
“He still looks like a celebrity with his normal clothes,” Inoo added.
When Takaki made his way to the agency entrance, it was as if it was some sort of movie premier night with all the flashes from the reporters’ and paparazzi’s cameras going off as he passed by. Daiki never knew that such scene could actually happen in Japan, and it was in front of his agency among all other glamour-possible places in Tokyo.
“Arisa?” Takaki questioned as he entered the building, taking off his sun glasses in the most celebrity-like manner. There was a smirk on his face when he spotted Daiki.
The latter’s upper lip twitched. He didn’t use any honorific on my stage name anymore!, Daiki screamed at his mind. And what was his attitude all about? He somehow gave out a different aura. Instead of the polite and gentle Takaki Yuya that he met the day before, the guy that was standing in front of him somehow looked, well, sly.
“Come. Let me introduce you to the press,” he smirked.
“Ha?” Daiki blinked, and he could only stare at Takaki, who was already dragging him out of the building.
His vision was blinded with the blazing flash from the cameras as he stepped out from the agency. Daiki wasn’t sure what Takaki meant by introducing him to the press. They already knew him, and his face was pretty much on billboards all around Tokyo, anyway. Worse, his mind couldn’t even process any input from his senses at all.
“Just like what I said the other day, I have nothing to hide, and I don’t think I really need justify any of those love rumours that you guys heard about me because all of them are not true,” said Takaki to the reporters once the flashes died down.
The taller guy pulled out his hands and wrapped them tightly on Daiki’s waist, causing the latter to turn his head to Takaki spontaneously. Not even Inoo dared to touch him outside work, and yet this guy just casually pulled him closer on the waist. “I think it’s time to tell you guys about my relationship with Arisa,” Takaki added.
“Eh?!” Daiki, frozen on the spot, somehow almost got a heart attack.
“Those rumours made her sulk for the whole week already. She almost cancelled out of my jacket photo shoot yesterday, telling me that I should take it with my other girlfriend that the magazines were making a big fuss about. It took me hours to make her come,” Takaki continued his little story, followed by new set of dazzling camera flashes and questions from the reporters. “So I thought I might just tell the whole world about us instead of having her sulking all the time like this.”
“How long have you guys been together?” one reporter asked.
“A while. Before all those rumours even came out,” he answered.
“How did you guys meet?” another one asked.
“From Inoo Kei,” he replied casually, pointing a finger towards Inoo, who was peeking from the building’s door with Hikaru.
Inoo paralysed when almost everyone changed their stares to him, and even Hikaru looked dumbfounded although he wasn’t mentioned. Inoo just smiled awkwardly and he wasn’t sure how to reply to those glares. He had no idea what was going on and how on earth he was being mentioned in the first place.
“Arisa-san, how do you feel about Takaki-san’s love rumours?” someone broke the silence and pulled all eyes back to Takaki and Daiki.
“Eh?” Daiki startled. “Oh erm... well... that’s... I... well...”
It was like a really bad, bad dream that he couldn’t wake up from. Daiki couldn’t make a proper sentence to answer to the question. His brain was still trying to process what was happening. Could it be that it was what Takaki decided to ask him to do in exchange of him keeping his mouth shut?!
“She’s still in shock, I think. I didn’t tell her about this at all,” Takaki chuckled. “Well, I guess that’s all for today. We’ll say more on another occasion. Thank you for being here,” the singer kept his hand on Daiki as he dragged the poor guy to where his driver was waiting for him. “Let’s go back, Arisa.”
He must be dreaming, Daiki thought. Why would a guy that discovered his true identity purposefully tell the whole entertainment industry such lie? Was Takaki playing around with him? Did Daiki just dig his own grave by promising Takaki that he would do anything as long as the older guy didn’t say anything to anyone?
Daiki turned his head to Inoo and Hikaru with legs still reluctantly following Takaki. Inoo-chan, Hikaru, HELP!! he screamed out with his pleading eyes.
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As promise, a new TaDaiki multichap on January!! The prompt was from Flo, sashyacute. It was actually a request for a one-shot fic, but well like always, my twisted brain came out with something a little bit different. And no, Daiki is not a sissy, girly boy here (I think you might notice this already, but I love the boys acting boys although they are gay :P). It's just his job. The banner is just to give you some idea on how Daiki might look like as Arisa :P.
Love it? Yes/yes? LOL.
Please give me feedback on this because I'm not entirely sure that this would be as epic as the University!series.
P.S. Thank you so much for those who were interested in being my beta reader! If I didn't reply you or anything, it would be either I forgot to do so, or I can't reply you back because your setting only allowed your friends to send you a message. I might contact you if my current beta reader is busy though ♥.