Charmed
Title: Charmed
Character: Tegoshi-centric
Rating: PG
Words: 1,325
Warnings: Ummm dark fairy-tale-ish? Not AU though. It's magical.
Summary: Tegoshi has always seen things. Strange things no one else seems to see.
Notes: Er... happy... late birthday? Holidays? New Year? to nanyakanya This is not what I planned on writing you, it just happened. And it's not exactly what I expected even then. I hope you like it, though. <3
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Tegoshi has always seen things. Strange things no one else seems to see. Long fingers sneaking out from under his bed to grab at his ankles at night, strange, pale faces staring at him through panes of glass four stories off the ground. They should probably upset him, these extraordinary things, like the other kids in his class are frightened of scary things, but, to Tegoshi, they're not scary at all, just curious. The other mothers at the playground laugh in delight and tell Tegoshi's mother that he has a wonderful imagination. But his mother is less pleased about his storytelling, moments of panic too vivid in her mind from when he's disappeared for ten minutes only to return to her red-faced and smiling, babbling on about his big adventures in his tiny, frail-looking body that makes her shake him and cry. "You scare mommy when you run away like that. Don't, Yuya. Don't." He doesn't like making his mother cry, but how can he resist beckoning fingers and tantalizing smiles full of the promise of adventure?
On his fourth birthday, he passes a mirror in the hallway, on his way to his room to clean his face for dinner and he's so excited because he knows that right after there's going to be cake with twice as many strawberries because he'd asked and his daddy had said yes and his daddy never lies. He stops to check his reflection, smiles at himself and tries to watch his eyes crinkle like his mommy's do, but he can't see when he does that, so he opens his eyes wide instead. Only his reflection doesn't. It keeps smiling, eyes screwed shut tightly and Tegoshi claps in delight. When his reflection crooks its finger, Tegoshi follows it in.
His reflection's name is Yuya, too. And they giggle at each other, touching all over and comparing freckles and fingers and feet and rolling around together in this strange mirror house, exploring. It's just the same, Tegoshi thinks, only exactly opposite. It's kind of weird and difficult to adjust to, but that just makes it more fun, he thinks, as he reaches out to tag his reflection and then run away. As night starts to fall in the mirror house, Tegoshi's mouth falls open into a wide 'o' and he tells Yuya he has to go. He can't miss his own birthday cake and if it's dark, then it's bedtime! Yuya's eyes get big and he sticks out his lower lip. "Don't go. Don't go," and he clings to Tegoshi. "You can come with me," Tegoshi assures him. "There's plenty of cake." But it's Tegoshi who can't, it turns out. When Yuya slips first through the mirror, Tegoshi's hand in his slides away and they're left on either side, staring.
A few moments later, his mother finds him standing at the mirror, staring wide-eyed, and scolds him for not washing up already, and takes him to the bathroom.
"What's happened to your eyes," she asks suddenly, gripping him hard by the shoulders and turning him away from the sink to face her, his soapy hands dripping onto his shorts and the floor as she leans right up into his face and searches it. "Dear! Come look at Yuya's eyes!" His father scolds his mother for overreacting, but she swears his eyes have never been that light, they were always a darker shade, but, later, when the family doctor tells her nothing is wrong, she's forced to keep her fears to herself. Yuya just clings to her leg and bites his lip as he shyly stares up at them all.
His father works all the time, so it's just him and his mother most of the time, and it gets to her, this puzzle she can't solve. "Don't you remember?" she asks him all the time. "Yuya? Remember?" But he doesn't and shakes his head slowly at her but smiles so dazzlingly and hugs her that she can't do anything. She takes to dressing him as a girl and calling him Yuuko, like maybe he's someone else, anyway, and that might make it easier.
It doesn't, though, and he's sent off to live with his grandmother most days of the week. He misses his mother, of course, and his father, though he doesn't remember him as well, but he loves his grandmother and they always have fun together.
His life is a charmed one, everyone says so. Things just sort of… happen around him. He's incredibly popular despite his shy nature, bouts of impetuosity and self-centeredness tempered by sweet smiles and disarming congeniality. Doors always seem to open up for him and he seems to be able to do anything. He makes honor roll, soccer team, class favorite. When he's 16 he's a shoo-in for Johnny's Entertainment, something that had attracted him at once. He'd wanted it, and he'd gotten it. And only 6 months later he'd debuted.
He's taken lightly, at first - Yamapi's biggest fan, the cute but awkward little boy with the big, untrained voice who is already wrapping everyone around his finger, if clumsily. But it doesn't take long before he's got the hang of that, too. Despite his delicate features and small stature, he's backed by hard steel one can see in his eyes - when they're not flashing with impishness.
"He's a devil," Koyama says, shaking his head and smiling. Because he is, but Koyama can't help but love him anyway. No one can.
He debuts as part of TegoMasu, joins the cast of ItteQ, gets drama roles and movie roles and commercials, and maybe his rise isn't flashy and fantastic, but it's inexorable. His baby fat disappears and high cheekbones stand out more, fragile, elfin features making him too pretty to be real.
"I want to know how much the other NEWS members are worth. I personally think Tegoshi Yuya is a perfect 100 points. He’s really an idol who can do anything," Koyama says at his own press conference, and gushes over him for being sweet and sensitive (as though he hadn't earlier that month complained about his cheekiness).
Charmed, indeed. There seems nothing he can't do. His sleep is light and easy and he smiles in anticipation of every coming day, every challenge to surmount. He can win them all.
He watches, solemn eyes unblinking. If he stays here and watches, nothing bad can happen to him. He remembers her, the sweet woman-like thing that had played mother to him. Cooing over him and his pretty smiles, caressing his face and singing him to sleep. He remembers crying, crying for his mother, and her anger that grew and grew until she'd just left. Left him here all alone, in this mirror house full of scary things (things that had never seemed so sinister before) that keep his nerves on end. Strange faces in windows and spidery fingers slipping around door edges and all he can do is stare, too scared to even cry, because what if they hear him? But he found the special windows, and he sits and watches himself live another life, presses tiny, chubby hands against the window and gazes longingly.
They have the same loud, wide-mouthed laugh that squeezes their eyes closed, they have the same freckles, the same everything. Even their voices are the same, though he doesn't talk as much as Yuya does - no reason to talk to himself. He watches and watches, his glimpses of his reflection becoming fewer and fewer as he's gone more and more. But he doesn't want to watch, he wants to do. He wants to feel safe and happy and the want is overwhelming. His nerves are all jangled up inside and he feels wrong here. He's almost forgotten what it was like there. It's not fair, he thinks in a bout of fury, that only he is unhappy, and only he is here.
His eyes are dry and he doesn't dare blink, doesn't dare to look away. As long as he watches, nothing bad can happen.
1Daelite's translation of Koyama's Room 0 opening day press conference.
Character: Tegoshi-centric
Rating: PG
Words: 1,325
Warnings: Ummm dark fairy-tale-ish? Not AU though. It's magical.
Summary: Tegoshi has always seen things. Strange things no one else seems to see.
Notes: Er... happy... late birthday? Holidays? New Year? to nanyakanya This is not what I planned on writing you, it just happened. And it's not exactly what I expected even then. I hope you like it, though. <3
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Tegoshi has always seen things. Strange things no one else seems to see. Long fingers sneaking out from under his bed to grab at his ankles at night, strange, pale faces staring at him through panes of glass four stories off the ground. They should probably upset him, these extraordinary things, like the other kids in his class are frightened of scary things, but, to Tegoshi, they're not scary at all, just curious. The other mothers at the playground laugh in delight and tell Tegoshi's mother that he has a wonderful imagination. But his mother is less pleased about his storytelling, moments of panic too vivid in her mind from when he's disappeared for ten minutes only to return to her red-faced and smiling, babbling on about his big adventures in his tiny, frail-looking body that makes her shake him and cry. "You scare mommy when you run away like that. Don't, Yuya. Don't." He doesn't like making his mother cry, but how can he resist beckoning fingers and tantalizing smiles full of the promise of adventure?
On his fourth birthday, he passes a mirror in the hallway, on his way to his room to clean his face for dinner and he's so excited because he knows that right after there's going to be cake with twice as many strawberries because he'd asked and his daddy had said yes and his daddy never lies. He stops to check his reflection, smiles at himself and tries to watch his eyes crinkle like his mommy's do, but he can't see when he does that, so he opens his eyes wide instead. Only his reflection doesn't. It keeps smiling, eyes screwed shut tightly and Tegoshi claps in delight. When his reflection crooks its finger, Tegoshi follows it in.
His reflection's name is Yuya, too. And they giggle at each other, touching all over and comparing freckles and fingers and feet and rolling around together in this strange mirror house, exploring. It's just the same, Tegoshi thinks, only exactly opposite. It's kind of weird and difficult to adjust to, but that just makes it more fun, he thinks, as he reaches out to tag his reflection and then run away. As night starts to fall in the mirror house, Tegoshi's mouth falls open into a wide 'o' and he tells Yuya he has to go. He can't miss his own birthday cake and if it's dark, then it's bedtime! Yuya's eyes get big and he sticks out his lower lip. "Don't go. Don't go," and he clings to Tegoshi. "You can come with me," Tegoshi assures him. "There's plenty of cake." But it's Tegoshi who can't, it turns out. When Yuya slips first through the mirror, Tegoshi's hand in his slides away and they're left on either side, staring.
A few moments later, his mother finds him standing at the mirror, staring wide-eyed, and scolds him for not washing up already, and takes him to the bathroom.
"What's happened to your eyes," she asks suddenly, gripping him hard by the shoulders and turning him away from the sink to face her, his soapy hands dripping onto his shorts and the floor as she leans right up into his face and searches it. "Dear! Come look at Yuya's eyes!" His father scolds his mother for overreacting, but she swears his eyes have never been that light, they were always a darker shade, but, later, when the family doctor tells her nothing is wrong, she's forced to keep her fears to herself. Yuya just clings to her leg and bites his lip as he shyly stares up at them all.
His father works all the time, so it's just him and his mother most of the time, and it gets to her, this puzzle she can't solve. "Don't you remember?" she asks him all the time. "Yuya? Remember?" But he doesn't and shakes his head slowly at her but smiles so dazzlingly and hugs her that she can't do anything. She takes to dressing him as a girl and calling him Yuuko, like maybe he's someone else, anyway, and that might make it easier.
It doesn't, though, and he's sent off to live with his grandmother most days of the week. He misses his mother, of course, and his father, though he doesn't remember him as well, but he loves his grandmother and they always have fun together.
His life is a charmed one, everyone says so. Things just sort of… happen around him. He's incredibly popular despite his shy nature, bouts of impetuosity and self-centeredness tempered by sweet smiles and disarming congeniality. Doors always seem to open up for him and he seems to be able to do anything. He makes honor roll, soccer team, class favorite. When he's 16 he's a shoo-in for Johnny's Entertainment, something that had attracted him at once. He'd wanted it, and he'd gotten it. And only 6 months later he'd debuted.
He's taken lightly, at first - Yamapi's biggest fan, the cute but awkward little boy with the big, untrained voice who is already wrapping everyone around his finger, if clumsily. But it doesn't take long before he's got the hang of that, too. Despite his delicate features and small stature, he's backed by hard steel one can see in his eyes - when they're not flashing with impishness.
"He's a devil," Koyama says, shaking his head and smiling. Because he is, but Koyama can't help but love him anyway. No one can.
He debuts as part of TegoMasu, joins the cast of ItteQ, gets drama roles and movie roles and commercials, and maybe his rise isn't flashy and fantastic, but it's inexorable. His baby fat disappears and high cheekbones stand out more, fragile, elfin features making him too pretty to be real.
"I want to know how much the other NEWS members are worth. I personally think Tegoshi Yuya is a perfect 100 points. He’s really an idol who can do anything," Koyama says at his own press conference, and gushes over him for being sweet and sensitive (as though he hadn't earlier that month complained about his cheekiness).
Charmed, indeed. There seems nothing he can't do. His sleep is light and easy and he smiles in anticipation of every coming day, every challenge to surmount. He can win them all.
He watches, solemn eyes unblinking. If he stays here and watches, nothing bad can happen to him. He remembers her, the sweet woman-like thing that had played mother to him. Cooing over him and his pretty smiles, caressing his face and singing him to sleep. He remembers crying, crying for his mother, and her anger that grew and grew until she'd just left. Left him here all alone, in this mirror house full of scary things (things that had never seemed so sinister before) that keep his nerves on end. Strange faces in windows and spidery fingers slipping around door edges and all he can do is stare, too scared to even cry, because what if they hear him? But he found the special windows, and he sits and watches himself live another life, presses tiny, chubby hands against the window and gazes longingly.
They have the same loud, wide-mouthed laugh that squeezes their eyes closed, they have the same freckles, the same everything. Even their voices are the same, though he doesn't talk as much as Yuya does - no reason to talk to himself. He watches and watches, his glimpses of his reflection becoming fewer and fewer as he's gone more and more. But he doesn't want to watch, he wants to do. He wants to feel safe and happy and the want is overwhelming. His nerves are all jangled up inside and he feels wrong here. He's almost forgotten what it was like there. It's not fair, he thinks in a bout of fury, that only he is unhappy, and only he is here.
His eyes are dry and he doesn't dare blink, doesn't dare to look away. As long as he watches, nothing bad can happen.
1Daelite's translation of Koyama's Room 0 opening day press conference.