talisa_ahn sent me photosets a while back! A whole crapload (including Yara's lives) were scanned
here by
shatteredtenshi, but here are two she managed to not have. xD Honestly, the failures are my favourites.
TAKEUCHI KOTARO
...this boy is amazing. When Shige cried about being unpopular, he was forgetting Takeuchi's existence. It takes epic fail to be passed up for both NEWS and Kis-My-Ft2 one after the other. :D Not Really Pretty though many Johnny's are, rarely do they look like they have Downs Syndrome or maintain awful skin past age 20. ♥ Takeuchi does both. At the same time. ajkHJwe i like him a lot. xD ←he's not that bad; i'm sorry i'm horrible.
KATO YUKIHIRO
With Takeuchi, he used to backdance for/with 4-nin Kis-My-Ft a lot, and is now a member of MAD. I like him a whole heap as well. xD He's deadpan funny and stuff. ♥ Like,
Fujigaya: I was backstage and Tama’s rap happened to be on, Kawamura was like, "Whose voice is this?" and then Yukki (Kato Yukihiro) answered with a straight face "……Takeda Tetsuya?" (TL by
enshinge!)
And a fic based on Kato's third photo, just because I can. :D
※ Budget Cuts (or, 'Being Kato'). G; 700w
Kato Yukihiro isn't the most talkative guy ever, Takeuchi thinks, but then again his dour-looking face quite often says it all.
Like when Costuming-san drags in MAD's box of outfits for the basketball skit section, each package neatly labelled by member name, just before their first dress rehearsal-she quickly leaves the room though, because it sounds like half of Kis-My-Ft2 are up in arms about swoosh next door (again), leaving MAD to their own devices.
Economically, Kato identifies the under-singlet from his set and tosses it over his shoulder, then picks up first one lot of the remaining fabric… then the other. He looks from item to item with a small crease between his thick, dark brows.
"What did you eat wrong?" Takeuchi says, by way of asking what's the matter as he zips up his top and bumps Eda out of the way for a bit of mirror space (prime real estate in any dressing room). His own outfit looks okay, fits fine.
"…I have two pairs of shorts?" Kato says. Around them, the rest of the present MAD members are bouncing off the walls laughing at each other and throwing things (as usual).
"I doubt it," Takeuchi tells him, strolling over. Wrong costumes do happen sometimes, though a lot less these days than they used to. He looks around and everyone else seems to have a top and a bottom. "Are you sure?"
Kato's face says he isn't, and Takeuchi almost sympathises. You can never be sure when it comes to Costuming in the jimusho. Hesitantly, Kato sets down the pair of shorts that are (probably) most definitely a pair of shorts. Then holds up the bulkier and odder-looking bit. "…then this is…?"
Takeuchi regards it carefully. Then, with all the authority of his dozen-years-a-Junior experience, says, "It's upside down, is what it is."
"…ah," Kato says. "Of course." He turns it around. But his expression doesn't change. "…it's missing a sleeve?"
"Budget cuts," Takeuchi says. "Global Financial Crises, you see."
"…ah," Kato says. "Of course." Because it makes perfect sense that amidst Global Financial Crises, Johnny's Entertainment could save hundreds of dollars per annum merely by reducing each costume by one sleeve. Because they could.
Except for how Kato's jacket is the only one. Missing an entire sleeve.
Takeuchi grins, "Recession hits where it hurts."
Kato deadpans, "My dignity is in tears."
Costuming-san bustles back in, next door having quieted somewhat. "Is everyone okay?" she calls loudly over the MAD ruckus.
A chorus answers:
"Yeah, thanks!"
"Fine~"
"Fits perfect. ♥"
"Sorry, I think I grew again…"
"Who said that?" Costuming-san demands. "Ryu-kun? Come here."
She takes down Takahashi's new measurements quickly with nothing but a notepad and a practised eye, and Takeuchi nudges Kato forward. "Your sleeve…"
"Uh, right. Sorry," Kato says, approaching with reluctance, and holds out his jacket. "Sorry, but I was just wondering why I seem to be missing an arm…"
For one awful moment, Costuming-san looks back at him as blankly as the rest of his groupmates within earshot. She chews on her pen, and Kato looks like he's about to fold.
"I mean," he amends, "it's no big deal-"
"Wait, wait," Costuming-san tells him. "No, I remember now! You were the one that Choreo-san said should be less modest. He said you told him you couldn't play basketball with your jacket off the shoulder around your elbows." She grins. "So we solved that problem for you. It'll fit if you haven't put on too much weight; Yukki's too old to have grown, right?"
"…ah," Kato says, as the room erupts in laughter around him. "Right. Thank you." He retreats.
It's like a grand cosmic formula, Takeuchi thinks: a Kato will invariably get the short end of the stick. The only difference between the two he knows is that Shigeaki happens to be famous for it.
"So when can I die?" Yukihiro would like to know, politely, as the swell of the room returns to its usual ambient noise.
Takeuchi pats him on the shoulder. "It's okay. The audience won't remember your face anyway."
"True," Yukihiro sighs. "True."
His lot in life is a mixed blessing.