52 Weeks, chapter 1
Title: 52 Weeks
Chapter 1/?
Author: mage_of_time
Fandom: Johnny's Entertainment (KAT-TUN/NewS)
Pairing: Ryo/Ueda (Side: Kame/Jin, Tegoshi/Massu, Maru/Junno)
Genre: Romance/mild AU
Rating: PG (some language)
Summary: Ryo hates Ueda. Ueda hates Ryo. However, after a rabid fan, a media explosion, and an angry Johnny, they must pretend to be in love and dating for one year.... or else.
Notes: Beta'd by
xxbakanishi, inspired by a prompt from
thewhiteprophet: fake boyfriend fic: when one of ryo's insane stalkers actually manages to make her way into his life, he freaks out. she approaches him one day while he's standing near kat-tun, and when she touches his arm he screams at her that he's dating someone. "who?" she hisses, eyes narrowed. he grabs the hand of the first person he sees, and when he actually sees who it is, he wants to cry. and ueda, whose hand he's squeezing, is already on the verge of angry tears. Thanks for letting me steal this. <3
Notes for the informed and wise:
+This is set about a month after Bakanishi left for L..A. Yes, he will make an appearance, but not for a while.
+I'm aware that the rivalry between Uebo-hime and Ryo was most likely staged by Johnny's, however, for the sake of the fic, let's pretend that it was real, okay? And don't worry, Ryo won't be this horrible in later chapters. :S
+Erm... The fangirl stalker was based off of that one account that someone posted, when she followed Ryo for the entire damn day. I'm not saying that all fangirls are like that. I'm one myself, so... please don't hurt me. <3
I
Day 0
The day Nishikido Ryo’s life went utterly and completely to hell started out nicely.
Maybe it was just him (and it probably was) but the air that day seemed just a bit crisper, the sky just a bit brighter, Massu just a bit less annoying, Yamapi, more cheerful. Even the fact that today’s photoshoot was in conjunction with KAT-TUN didn’t do anything to damper his mood, and when he saw Junosuke’s idiotic smile he didn’t, for once, feel the urge to smash his face in. Even as he swept past Tatsuya, the only thing he did was smirk, and there wasn’t even the usual vindictive stab of pleasure accompanying it, just a slight happy feeling.
It was a nice day, a calm day, and soon it would all explode.
*
“Okay, now let’s do duo shots. Kazuya and Yamashita, you first.”
Ryo leaned into Shige, sighing slightly. “It’s so warm out today,” he moaned, wiping his forehead with his bejeweled sleeve. “We shouldn’t be in here, it’s too fucking hot. Let’s go outside.”
“You were so happy before. Do that again, it was nice.”
“I can’t possibly be happy after seeing… that.” He gestured vaguely towards the area where T-TUN was gathered, Junno and Ueda leaning against each other, smiling at each other sloppily, head over heels in love. Ryo shuddered. “I can’t look at them. It’s… sickening.”
Shige smiled slightly. “Oh, Ryo, are you jealous of Taguchi?”
He scowled. “Yes, oh god, yes, how my heart cries out for Ueda. I cry myself to sleep at night over him, actually. No, idiot, of course not. I just wish that they could perform their idiotic display of affection somewhere I can’t see it. Amazingly enough, my ideal morning doesn’t involve watching Tatsuya shove his tongue down Taguchi’s throat.”
“Good, great job,” the photographer called, cutting off whatever Shige was about to reply with. “Now let’s go with… Ryo and Ueda, why don’t you two come up.”
“Speak of the devil,” Ryo murmured, watching as Tatsuya untangled his hands from Junno’s, smiled nervously at something Tanaka said, glanced nervously towards Ryo, and walked to the cameras. After a small push from Tegoshi, he did the same.
Under the blazing studio lights, the only thing he could see were the shadows of the cameramen and Tatsuya, staring down at the ground a few feet away from him and staunchly avoiding his gaze. Ryo frowned, sticking his hands in his pockets. If Tatsuya didn’t play, the game wouldn’t be any fun.
“Get a little closer, guys. C’mon… It’s a fun photoshoot. Relax, let yourselves go.”
Scowling, they inched closer together until the edges of their shoulders were just touching, Ryo’s hands still in his pockets, Ueda scowling off to the side.
“O… kay… Don’t have to smile, guys, just… relax a bit. Um, Ryo, maybe put your hands on your hip, and Ueda, maybe you could… lean into him a bit?”
”Grab his hand!” called a familiar voice from the back, and Ryo made a mental note to kill Koyama later. Sighing slightly, he threw an arm around Ueda’s middle, and in a flash drew him close. The older boy stared up at him, face white with shock. Ryo’s familiar smirk returned, and he murmured, “Just go with it.”
The camera flashed. “Perfect!” crowed the photographer. “Ueda, very vulnerable, Ryo, love the smile. Great job, now let’s have… Nakamaru, Tegoshi, and Masuda, come up, please.”
Ryo let his arms drop and laughed slightly at the horror still plain on Tatsuya’s face.
“See, wasn’t that fun?” he said quietly.
The other boy’s shock quickly gave way to anger. He glared furiously at him. “Fuck you, Ryo,” he whispered, sweeping away.
Ryo raised his eyebrows, strolling back to the spot where the remaining three reclined. He smiled, stretching his arms over his head. “Ahh, that was nice. Thanks, Koyama, my good mood’s returned.”
”Yeah, well, Junnosuke hates you now,” muttered Yamapi. “No, don’t look-he’s glaring at you harder than Tatsuya. He’s pissed, Ryo.”
Ryo’s smile increased. “Good, it was meant to do that. Besides, he should get used to it. Pretty boy like Tatsuya, someone’s bound to try something. Better harmless Ryo than scary psycho rapist.”
“You’re not exactly harmless, Ryo,” remarked Yamapi dryly.
“Yeah, but no way in hell would I touch Tatsuya. I have values.”
“Great,” muttered Yamapi, looking back to the cameras where laughter rang out. “Just… try to stay away from Ueda, okay? He’s not someone you want to mess with.”
“Yeah,” murmured Ryo, eyes straying over to the spot where Tatsuya now leaned his head against Junno’s shoulder, eyes closed and slight smile on his face as Junno whispered something in his ear. “Whatever.”
*
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god PI!”
“TEGOSHI, TEGOSHI, OVER HERE!”
“Kyah, Masuda! Ryo! LOOK, LOOK, KAME’S TOUCHING KOKI’S SHOULDER!”
“Oh my god, I’m going to faint…”
“No, no, no, you’ll miss them! Look, Maru just smiled!”
“Do we really have to do this?”
”Yes. Shut up and smile.”
Ryo sighed at Yamapi for what seemed like the thousandth time that afternoon. He waved at the crowd, and leaned down to touch reaching hands. He tore them back as he felt sharpened nails dig into his arm, nursing it with his free hand.
“Too much for you?” muttered Tatsuya, who, by some horrid twist of fate, had ended up next to him on the stage outside, waving happily at the fangirls before they were whisked inside for their performance. Ryo glanced over at the younger boy, who stared straight ahead, trademark pout on his face as teenagers beneath him swooned.
“Sure you’ll be okay standing up this long, princess?” muttered Ryo back. “You seemed pretty tired this afternoon, leaning on me and hugging me and all that.”
“Wow, amazing comeback, really, how do you think them up so fast?”
It was right at the moment that Ryo opened his mouth to respond that three very odd things happened. One, Ueda’s expression, only a moment before was an expression of sardonic amusement, suddenly twisted into one of shock, and he reached out as if to grab Ryo’s shoulder. Two, from behind him Ryo could hear Massu’s loud gasp and Tegoshi’s muffled cry of ‘Ryo, look out!’ And three, he suddenly and awkwardly found himself lying face first on the pavement, something clinging to his ankle and silence all around the stage.
He kicked the hand away, receiving a loud ‘OWW!’ in return. He leapt to his feet, looking around to see a girl sitting on the sidewalk, nursing her hand and staring up at him with starry eyes. The rest of the fans had backed away, eying him and muttering nervously.
“What… the fuck,” he managed, rubbing his cheek and only now noticing that he seemed to be bleeding.
The girl sprung to life at the sound of his voice. She jumped up, running forward and grabbing his hand tightly. “Oh my god, Ryo! I’ve been waiting to meet you my entire life! Oh my god, I’m SO in love with you. We’re going to fall in love, kay? And you’ll be with me forever, just like you SANG. Oh my god, I’ve been dreaming of this moment my entire life! Ryo, I love you so much!”
Ryo shoved her way, backing up towards the stage where the assembled Johnny’s watched nervously. “Get the fuck away from me!” he yelled as she came closer, looking mildly hurt.
“But… why?” she whined, staying away as requested, but eying him hungrily.
“B- Because!” he yelled, attempting to push himself backwards up the stage, but failing miserably. “You can’t just grab people like that, you can’t just tell people they’re going to love you no matter what!” Koki and Maru leaned down, pulling him back onstage. He leapt back to his feet, hands on his hips, glaring down at the fan. There went his good mood again. “How could you know I’d fall instantly in love with you? How could you know that I’m not already in love with someone else?” he finished, suddenly struck by inspiration.
The fan glared back up at him. “What, so you are in love with someone else?”
Ryo bit his lip. That had backfired. “Erm…”
“Who?” she challenged, smirking slightly.
“If you must know…” Desperately thinking, cursing the day he was born, oh look, a convenient hand. “Him!” he shouted, grabbing the hand of whoever was standing next to him.
Utter silence overtook the room, except for the angry ‘WHAT?!’ from one Taguchi Junnosuke, and a slight gasp of horror from the being next to him.
Realization dawning, hand still squeezing tightly, Ryo slowly looked over to see Tatsuya Ueda, his bitter, utter, and complete rival, face white and angry tears forming, staring back at him with an expression of utmost revulsion on his face.
“What are you doing?!,” he whispered furiously, snapping his hand away, and that was the moment that Nishikido Ryo realized he had just entered hell itself.
COMING UP NEXT: Johnny is angry, Maru is amused, Junno is bitchy, and Ryo is pensive.
Chapter 1/?
Author: mage_of_time
Fandom: Johnny's Entertainment (KAT-TUN/NewS)
Pairing: Ryo/Ueda (Side: Kame/Jin, Tegoshi/Massu, Maru/Junno)
Genre: Romance/mild AU
Rating: PG (some language)
Summary: Ryo hates Ueda. Ueda hates Ryo. However, after a rabid fan, a media explosion, and an angry Johnny, they must pretend to be in love and dating for one year.... or else.
Notes: Beta'd by
xxbakanishi, inspired by a prompt from
thewhiteprophet: fake boyfriend fic: when one of ryo's insane stalkers actually manages to make her way into his life, he freaks out. she approaches him one day while he's standing near kat-tun, and when she touches his arm he screams at her that he's dating someone. "who?" she hisses, eyes narrowed. he grabs the hand of the first person he sees, and when he actually sees who it is, he wants to cry. and ueda, whose hand he's squeezing, is already on the verge of angry tears. Thanks for letting me steal this. <3
Notes for the informed and wise:
+This is set about a month after Bakanishi left for L..A. Yes, he will make an appearance, but not for a while.
+I'm aware that the rivalry between Uebo-hime and Ryo was most likely staged by Johnny's, however, for the sake of the fic, let's pretend that it was real, okay? And don't worry, Ryo won't be this horrible in later chapters. :S
+Erm... The fangirl stalker was based off of that one account that someone posted, when she followed Ryo for the entire damn day. I'm not saying that all fangirls are like that. I'm one myself, so... please don't hurt me. <3
I
Day 0
The day Nishikido Ryo’s life went utterly and completely to hell started out nicely.
Maybe it was just him (and it probably was) but the air that day seemed just a bit crisper, the sky just a bit brighter, Massu just a bit less annoying, Yamapi, more cheerful. Even the fact that today’s photoshoot was in conjunction with KAT-TUN didn’t do anything to damper his mood, and when he saw Junosuke’s idiotic smile he didn’t, for once, feel the urge to smash his face in. Even as he swept past Tatsuya, the only thing he did was smirk, and there wasn’t even the usual vindictive stab of pleasure accompanying it, just a slight happy feeling.
It was a nice day, a calm day, and soon it would all explode.
*
“Okay, now let’s do duo shots. Kazuya and Yamashita, you first.”
Ryo leaned into Shige, sighing slightly. “It’s so warm out today,” he moaned, wiping his forehead with his bejeweled sleeve. “We shouldn’t be in here, it’s too fucking hot. Let’s go outside.”
“You were so happy before. Do that again, it was nice.”
“I can’t possibly be happy after seeing… that.” He gestured vaguely towards the area where T-TUN was gathered, Junno and Ueda leaning against each other, smiling at each other sloppily, head over heels in love. Ryo shuddered. “I can’t look at them. It’s… sickening.”
Shige smiled slightly. “Oh, Ryo, are you jealous of Taguchi?”
He scowled. “Yes, oh god, yes, how my heart cries out for Ueda. I cry myself to sleep at night over him, actually. No, idiot, of course not. I just wish that they could perform their idiotic display of affection somewhere I can’t see it. Amazingly enough, my ideal morning doesn’t involve watching Tatsuya shove his tongue down Taguchi’s throat.”
“Good, great job,” the photographer called, cutting off whatever Shige was about to reply with. “Now let’s go with… Ryo and Ueda, why don’t you two come up.”
“Speak of the devil,” Ryo murmured, watching as Tatsuya untangled his hands from Junno’s, smiled nervously at something Tanaka said, glanced nervously towards Ryo, and walked to the cameras. After a small push from Tegoshi, he did the same.
Under the blazing studio lights, the only thing he could see were the shadows of the cameramen and Tatsuya, staring down at the ground a few feet away from him and staunchly avoiding his gaze. Ryo frowned, sticking his hands in his pockets. If Tatsuya didn’t play, the game wouldn’t be any fun.
“Get a little closer, guys. C’mon… It’s a fun photoshoot. Relax, let yourselves go.”
Scowling, they inched closer together until the edges of their shoulders were just touching, Ryo’s hands still in his pockets, Ueda scowling off to the side.
“O… kay… Don’t have to smile, guys, just… relax a bit. Um, Ryo, maybe put your hands on your hip, and Ueda, maybe you could… lean into him a bit?”
”Grab his hand!” called a familiar voice from the back, and Ryo made a mental note to kill Koyama later. Sighing slightly, he threw an arm around Ueda’s middle, and in a flash drew him close. The older boy stared up at him, face white with shock. Ryo’s familiar smirk returned, and he murmured, “Just go with it.”
The camera flashed. “Perfect!” crowed the photographer. “Ueda, very vulnerable, Ryo, love the smile. Great job, now let’s have… Nakamaru, Tegoshi, and Masuda, come up, please.”
Ryo let his arms drop and laughed slightly at the horror still plain on Tatsuya’s face.
“See, wasn’t that fun?” he said quietly.
The other boy’s shock quickly gave way to anger. He glared furiously at him. “Fuck you, Ryo,” he whispered, sweeping away.
Ryo raised his eyebrows, strolling back to the spot where the remaining three reclined. He smiled, stretching his arms over his head. “Ahh, that was nice. Thanks, Koyama, my good mood’s returned.”
”Yeah, well, Junnosuke hates you now,” muttered Yamapi. “No, don’t look-he’s glaring at you harder than Tatsuya. He’s pissed, Ryo.”
Ryo’s smile increased. “Good, it was meant to do that. Besides, he should get used to it. Pretty boy like Tatsuya, someone’s bound to try something. Better harmless Ryo than scary psycho rapist.”
“You’re not exactly harmless, Ryo,” remarked Yamapi dryly.
“Yeah, but no way in hell would I touch Tatsuya. I have values.”
“Great,” muttered Yamapi, looking back to the cameras where laughter rang out. “Just… try to stay away from Ueda, okay? He’s not someone you want to mess with.”
“Yeah,” murmured Ryo, eyes straying over to the spot where Tatsuya now leaned his head against Junno’s shoulder, eyes closed and slight smile on his face as Junno whispered something in his ear. “Whatever.”
*
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god PI!”
“TEGOSHI, TEGOSHI, OVER HERE!”
“Kyah, Masuda! Ryo! LOOK, LOOK, KAME’S TOUCHING KOKI’S SHOULDER!”
“Oh my god, I’m going to faint…”
“No, no, no, you’ll miss them! Look, Maru just smiled!”
“Do we really have to do this?”
”Yes. Shut up and smile.”
Ryo sighed at Yamapi for what seemed like the thousandth time that afternoon. He waved at the crowd, and leaned down to touch reaching hands. He tore them back as he felt sharpened nails dig into his arm, nursing it with his free hand.
“Too much for you?” muttered Tatsuya, who, by some horrid twist of fate, had ended up next to him on the stage outside, waving happily at the fangirls before they were whisked inside for their performance. Ryo glanced over at the younger boy, who stared straight ahead, trademark pout on his face as teenagers beneath him swooned.
“Sure you’ll be okay standing up this long, princess?” muttered Ryo back. “You seemed pretty tired this afternoon, leaning on me and hugging me and all that.”
“Wow, amazing comeback, really, how do you think them up so fast?”
It was right at the moment that Ryo opened his mouth to respond that three very odd things happened. One, Ueda’s expression, only a moment before was an expression of sardonic amusement, suddenly twisted into one of shock, and he reached out as if to grab Ryo’s shoulder. Two, from behind him Ryo could hear Massu’s loud gasp and Tegoshi’s muffled cry of ‘Ryo, look out!’ And three, he suddenly and awkwardly found himself lying face first on the pavement, something clinging to his ankle and silence all around the stage.
He kicked the hand away, receiving a loud ‘OWW!’ in return. He leapt to his feet, looking around to see a girl sitting on the sidewalk, nursing her hand and staring up at him with starry eyes. The rest of the fans had backed away, eying him and muttering nervously.
“What… the fuck,” he managed, rubbing his cheek and only now noticing that he seemed to be bleeding.
The girl sprung to life at the sound of his voice. She jumped up, running forward and grabbing his hand tightly. “Oh my god, Ryo! I’ve been waiting to meet you my entire life! Oh my god, I’m SO in love with you. We’re going to fall in love, kay? And you’ll be with me forever, just like you SANG. Oh my god, I’ve been dreaming of this moment my entire life! Ryo, I love you so much!”
Ryo shoved her way, backing up towards the stage where the assembled Johnny’s watched nervously. “Get the fuck away from me!” he yelled as she came closer, looking mildly hurt.
“But… why?” she whined, staying away as requested, but eying him hungrily.
“B- Because!” he yelled, attempting to push himself backwards up the stage, but failing miserably. “You can’t just grab people like that, you can’t just tell people they’re going to love you no matter what!” Koki and Maru leaned down, pulling him back onstage. He leapt back to his feet, hands on his hips, glaring down at the fan. There went his good mood again. “How could you know I’d fall instantly in love with you? How could you know that I’m not already in love with someone else?” he finished, suddenly struck by inspiration.
The fan glared back up at him. “What, so you are in love with someone else?”
Ryo bit his lip. That had backfired. “Erm…”
“Who?” she challenged, smirking slightly.
“If you must know…” Desperately thinking, cursing the day he was born, oh look, a convenient hand. “Him!” he shouted, grabbing the hand of whoever was standing next to him.
Utter silence overtook the room, except for the angry ‘WHAT?!’ from one Taguchi Junnosuke, and a slight gasp of horror from the being next to him.
Realization dawning, hand still squeezing tightly, Ryo slowly looked over to see Tatsuya Ueda, his bitter, utter, and complete rival, face white and angry tears forming, staring back at him with an expression of utmost revulsion on his face.
“What are you doing?!,” he whispered furiously, snapping his hand away, and that was the moment that Nishikido Ryo realized he had just entered hell itself.
COMING UP NEXT: Johnny is angry, Maru is amused, Junno is bitchy, and Ryo is pensive.