question?: join the dots
Well, since I have an essay due later today am on a roll with editing things~
This was for Anon (darlita!) here back in October last year, lol:
This is gonna be ridiculously obvious, but:
ANYTHING INVOLVING ANY MEMBER OF QUESTION?
With anyone.
But most of all I'd love me some Yone/Akun.
OR YONE/RYO. They secretly hate each other. Come on, write it, write it.
Yeah, that second bit didn't happen this time. It didn't turn out as planned. :x At all. But oh well. /o/ Procrastination, cha-cha-cha!
-?-
"Come over," Yodogawa says cryptically. "There's someone I want you to meet."
"Wh--" Yonemura starts. He's left staring at his phone though, as Yodogawa hangs up without listening. Sometimes there's no helping their leader; thus, Yonemura goes.
His phone rings again seconds after he's rung the Yodogawa's doorbell.
"Hey," Yodogawa says. "It's open. Come down to the garage."
"I don't believe you," Yonemura says in person after a minute. Yodogawa's old man nature has always been legendary, but. "You heard the door with your own ears and still called?"
"Sorry, Yonemuu," Yodogawa says from behind his drums, not the least bit repentant. "I had other guests here first." He tips his head back, and Yonemura blinks at a giant of a foreigner standing demurely in one corner. "A friend of some of my kouhai; he's interested in joining our band. Akun, this is Yonemura. He sings and stuff."
"Hi," the giant says, bowing a little, randomly happy. He seems younger than he looks.
"A-kun?" Yonemura asks.
"Yup~"
Yodogawa smirks. "Nope, try again."
Yonemura furrows his brow. "Akun-kun...?"
The foreigner looks sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah... I'm half Turk."
"Ohh," Yonemura says, as if it matters. He glances sidelong at Yodogawa. Then back to Akun. "I'm Yonemura. I sing. And stuff. Or so he says."
"So I hear," Akun grins. "I play the guitar."
"Ohh," Yonemura says again, but this time it does matter. He can see where Yodogawa's going with this now; Noda rejoining MAD really left a gap in their ranks. "But you're not--" from the jimusho? he wants to ask, but Yodogawa cuts him off with a shrug.
"He's not. Yet."
Akun looks between them in confusion. "Not what?"
"Nothing yet," Yodogawa swivels around on his stool. He spins a drumstick between his fingers. "Let's play."
Sometimes, Yonemura thinks again, there's no helping their leader -- best not to argue when he's got his mind set -- and so he takes a seat and watches Yodogawa strike up a steady rhythm. Akun adjusts the guitar strap across his shoulder for a moment, before slipping easily into Yodogawa's beat.
He plays... really well.
Yonemura blinks, watching Akun's hands blur talent over strong, resonating notes. He probably hasn't played for long relatively, maybe a couple of years max, but Yonemura knows natural fretwork when he sees it.
The tune is familiar -- a rock remix of something -- and Akun plays with his eyes half shut, and a pout in his lips. Concentrating. As if each pluck of the strings comes from his heart... or so Yonemura thinks. It's pretty cool.
Akun's long fingers slide smoothly, running chords spiraling higher and higher and Yonemura finds himself mesmerised. More than people, music's always affected him strongly, and Akun really knows how to bring it.
The finale brings a soaring tremolo over the crash of cymbals -- and the crash of other things as Akun accidentally swings the neck of his guitar into a shelf. "Oh, crap-!" he exclaims, dropping the note and shoving his instrument back on its strap. Hurriedly, he chases bits and bobs of miscellany upset from Mr. and Mrs. Yodogawa's storage across the ground. "I'm sorry--"
"You're hopeless," Yodogawa says.
Akun collapses.
Now that he can see over the other's head, Yodogawa turns to Yonemura. "So what do you think?"
"Why are you even asking me when you've already got it decided?" Yonemura asks. Not that he has any intention to object. As casually can manage around a small smile, he says: "Akun's pretty good~"
From his spot on the floor, Akun grins happily. But that's only because he has no idea what he's getting into. ♥ "Thanks guys."
-?-
"You're kidding right?" Akun says later that week when they finally explain what he's not, yet, but what they sort of kind of maybe will need him to become. "A Johnny?"
The idea's a bit ridiculous. He's not really JE's typical fare. At all.
"It's a fortnightly slot on TV," Yodogawa says clinically, "where's the joke?"
"Uh," Akun says, rubbing the back of his neck. "No offense guys, but some of my friends watch that show like it's church and I've never seen you in my life."
"He has a point," Yonemura shrugs. "If he joins us, it won't be for the screen time." Shounen Club isn't quite synonymous with that for them.
"Then howsabout joining us BECAUSE IT'S FUN?" Fujiie spins around in his swivel chair like a health hazard. "Because it's fun, except for Yodi here, he's just a wet blanket, which sucks because man you totally picked the wrong guy to get an awesome first impression off of--"
Fujiie's suddenly on the floor with the slip of a castor, winded. He rolls a bit, arms flailing weakly.
Yodogawa coolly scoots his own chair back a pace, just out of reach. "Because meeting you first would have been so much better."
"So, hey..." Akun says quietly, leaning down to Yonemura's ear (because Yonemura seems like the least dangerous option for a lot of reasons). "Not complaining, but I thought you guys said one of the downsides would be how I'd be the youngest 'by heaps'..."
"You are," Yonemura mutters back. "The idiot's already twenty-two."
"HEY HEY!" Fujiie jumps to his feet, and fronts up to Akun with two fists and a pout.
"Oh..." Akun says, straightening in surprise. "Okay?" Tentatively, he holds up his hands. Fujiie comes up to his chin; fighting would be a Bad Idea. (And anyway wasn't Yonemura the one who...?)
Fujiie drops his fists at around the same time his jaw goes a little slack, though. "Whoa," he says, looking up at Akun properly for the first time, "you're huge. Like, you're huge." He looks down. "Whoa, even your feet are huge!"
Yonemura steps demurely to the side, allowing Fujiie an unobstructed circle from which to view their newcomer at all angles (apart from above).
"No problem, right? You'll fit right in," Yodogawa says, and hands Akun a form on his way out the door. It's already half filled out. "Give this back to me when you're done. We'll submit it to Julie as a group."
"Alright."
"Minus Fujiie."
"HEY!"
This was for Anon (darlita!) here back in October last year, lol:
This is gonna be ridiculously obvious, but:
ANYTHING INVOLVING ANY MEMBER OF QUESTION?
With anyone.
But most of all I'd love me some Yone/Akun.
OR YONE/RYO. They secretly hate each other. Come on, write it, write it.
Yeah, that second bit didn't happen this time. It didn't turn out as planned. :x At all. But oh well. /o/ Procrastination, cha-cha-cha!
-?-
"Come over," Yodogawa says cryptically. "There's someone I want you to meet."
"Wh--" Yonemura starts. He's left staring at his phone though, as Yodogawa hangs up without listening. Sometimes there's no helping their leader; thus, Yonemura goes.
His phone rings again seconds after he's rung the Yodogawa's doorbell.
"Hey," Yodogawa says. "It's open. Come down to the garage."
"I don't believe you," Yonemura says in person after a minute. Yodogawa's old man nature has always been legendary, but. "You heard the door with your own ears and still called?"
"Sorry, Yonemuu," Yodogawa says from behind his drums, not the least bit repentant. "I had other guests here first." He tips his head back, and Yonemura blinks at a giant of a foreigner standing demurely in one corner. "A friend of some of my kouhai; he's interested in joining our band. Akun, this is Yonemura. He sings and stuff."
"Hi," the giant says, bowing a little, randomly happy. He seems younger than he looks.
"A-kun?" Yonemura asks.
"Yup~"
Yodogawa smirks. "Nope, try again."
Yonemura furrows his brow. "Akun-kun...?"
The foreigner looks sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah... I'm half Turk."
"Ohh," Yonemura says, as if it matters. He glances sidelong at Yodogawa. Then back to Akun. "I'm Yonemura. I sing. And stuff. Or so he says."
"So I hear," Akun grins. "I play the guitar."
"Ohh," Yonemura says again, but this time it does matter. He can see where Yodogawa's going with this now; Noda rejoining MAD really left a gap in their ranks. "But you're not--" from the jimusho? he wants to ask, but Yodogawa cuts him off with a shrug.
"He's not. Yet."
Akun looks between them in confusion. "Not what?"
"Nothing yet," Yodogawa swivels around on his stool. He spins a drumstick between his fingers. "Let's play."
Sometimes, Yonemura thinks again, there's no helping their leader -- best not to argue when he's got his mind set -- and so he takes a seat and watches Yodogawa strike up a steady rhythm. Akun adjusts the guitar strap across his shoulder for a moment, before slipping easily into Yodogawa's beat.
He plays... really well.
Yonemura blinks, watching Akun's hands blur talent over strong, resonating notes. He probably hasn't played for long relatively, maybe a couple of years max, but Yonemura knows natural fretwork when he sees it.
The tune is familiar -- a rock remix of something -- and Akun plays with his eyes half shut, and a pout in his lips. Concentrating. As if each pluck of the strings comes from his heart... or so Yonemura thinks. It's pretty cool.
Akun's long fingers slide smoothly, running chords spiraling higher and higher and Yonemura finds himself mesmerised. More than people, music's always affected him strongly, and Akun really knows how to bring it.
The finale brings a soaring tremolo over the crash of cymbals -- and the crash of other things as Akun accidentally swings the neck of his guitar into a shelf. "Oh, crap-!" he exclaims, dropping the note and shoving his instrument back on its strap. Hurriedly, he chases bits and bobs of miscellany upset from Mr. and Mrs. Yodogawa's storage across the ground. "I'm sorry--"
"You're hopeless," Yodogawa says.
Akun collapses.
Now that he can see over the other's head, Yodogawa turns to Yonemura. "So what do you think?"
"Why are you even asking me when you've already got it decided?" Yonemura asks. Not that he has any intention to object. As casually can manage around a small smile, he says: "Akun's pretty good~"
From his spot on the floor, Akun grins happily. But that's only because he has no idea what he's getting into. ♥ "Thanks guys."
-?-
"You're kidding right?" Akun says later that week when they finally explain what he's not, yet, but what they sort of kind of maybe will need him to become. "A Johnny?"
The idea's a bit ridiculous. He's not really JE's typical fare. At all.
"It's a fortnightly slot on TV," Yodogawa says clinically, "where's the joke?"
"Uh," Akun says, rubbing the back of his neck. "No offense guys, but some of my friends watch that show like it's church and I've never seen you in my life."
"He has a point," Yonemura shrugs. "If he joins us, it won't be for the screen time." Shounen Club isn't quite synonymous with that for them.
"Then howsabout joining us BECAUSE IT'S FUN?" Fujiie spins around in his swivel chair like a health hazard. "Because it's fun, except for Yodi here, he's just a wet blanket, which sucks because man you totally picked the wrong guy to get an awesome first impression off of--"
Fujiie's suddenly on the floor with the slip of a castor, winded. He rolls a bit, arms flailing weakly.
Yodogawa coolly scoots his own chair back a pace, just out of reach. "Because meeting you first would have been so much better."
"So, hey..." Akun says quietly, leaning down to Yonemura's ear (because Yonemura seems like the least dangerous option for a lot of reasons). "Not complaining, but I thought you guys said one of the downsides would be how I'd be the youngest 'by heaps'..."
"You are," Yonemura mutters back. "The idiot's already twenty-two."
"HEY HEY!" Fujiie jumps to his feet, and fronts up to Akun with two fists and a pout.
"Oh..." Akun says, straightening in surprise. "Okay?" Tentatively, he holds up his hands. Fujiie comes up to his chin; fighting would be a Bad Idea. (And anyway wasn't Yonemura the one who...?)
Fujiie drops his fists at around the same time his jaw goes a little slack, though. "Whoa," he says, looking up at Akun properly for the first time, "you're huge. Like, you're huge." He looks down. "Whoa, even your feet are huge!"
Yonemura steps demurely to the side, allowing Fujiie an unobstructed circle from which to view their newcomer at all angles (apart from above).
"No problem, right? You'll fit right in," Yodogawa says, and hands Akun a form on his way out the door. It's already half filled out. "Give this back to me when you're done. We'll submit it to Julie as a group."
"Alright."
"Minus Fujiie."
"HEY!"