Prompt 11: Break Away - Team What if
Title: Break Away
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ohkura/Uchi, minor Uchi/OC
Summary: What if Uchi did really marry his girlfriend after he was suspended.
Prompt: Kinki Kid's "Garasu no Shounen".
Warnings: There is slash smut in it.
Notes: -
“You can’t replace him. It’s not possible.”
“We’re not replacing him. It’s just that it’s been nearly three years, and he simply didn’t want to be an idol any longer.”
“Ohkura?”
Ohkura looked up. “Yeah?”
Yokoyama placed his hand on Ohkura’s shoulder. “We’ll be alright,” he said softly. “We’ve gone this far.”
“Bu-ut… ” Ohkura stammered, chewing on his bottom lip. “We’ll never be eight again.”
“No. No, we won’t,” Murakami answered.
“Are we going to be Kanjani7 now?” Ohkura asked.
Ryo looked bewildered. “Tacchon…”
“Don’t you feel the same way, Ryo? You were the closest to him after all!”
Ryo bit his lip but remained unusually silent. Was, is, it made no difference anymore.
“Ryo?” Ohkura asked.
Ryo looked like he wanted to say something, comforting words to help make Ohkura understand, but nothing came out. Instead, he offered the drummer a sad smile.
Yasuda plopped down next to Ohkura and put his hand over Ohkura’s. “Tacchon, we’ll make it through. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be Kanjani8.”
“We’ll never be Kanjani8 again,” Ohkura muttered.
“It’s hard for all of us, Ohkura! Voicing your opinion isn’t going to change the situation now is it?” Yokoyama stated darkly.
“That’s it!” Murakami exclaimed loudly. “We’re going out to dinner and drinks now, and that’s final.”
“I’m not hungry,” Ohkura stated.
The other six members turned to look at him in shock.
“It would be more believable had you not been complaining how hungry you were before and how you could eat as much as Gal-Sonne,” Yokoyama stated, who was the first to recover from the shock.
Ohkura looked down, having really lost his appetite that moment. “I just want to go home,” he said, “and sleep everything away.”
Ryo took a deep breath and finally said, “Go on.”
Ohkura looked surprised, since he really wasn’t expecting them to give in so easily, let alone Ryo.
“I said go,” Ryo said more forcefully when he noticed Ohkura wasn’t moving.
Ohkura blinked but scurried to find his bag and scattered items.
The rest of the members sat in various stages of grief, no one talking or really moving.
“You didn’t bring your car, did you?” Yokoyama asked.
Ohkura shook his head; he had planned to take the shinkansen like everyone else.
“Fine, I’ll drive you home,” Murakami said, standing up and dangling his car keys in his hand.
“All the way to Osaka?” Ohkura asked, bewildered.
“Yes,” Murakami replied. “We have a lot to discuss.”
Ohkura saw the sympathetic looks from Maruyama and Yasuda and knew he could not get out of this situation.
~
During the car ride back to Osaka from Tokyo, Ohkura didn’t even want to think how long the trip was going to take. However, the only way back at the late hour was by car, and he would just have to endure it.
They sat in silence. Ohkura didn’t want to speak at all while Murakami was paying attention to the road ahead of him. Ohkura knew that the silence wouldn’t last for much longer, so he mentally prepared for what he was going to say or answer in this car. He had to prepare for the advanced game of 20 questions, and Osaka never looked farther. Ohkura started to drift off, all this thinking becoming too much for him. It was at that moment that Murakami decided to start his grueling interrogation.
“What was up with you today?” Murakami asked.
Ohkura glanced at the older member and then looked down at his lap. “It was just too much,” he mumbled.
“What was?” Murakami prodded, knowing the answer but wanting the young drummer to express it himself.
“Everything,” Ohkura said. “Just everything.”
“Everything being? You’re going to have to be more specific than that, Tacchon,” Murakami said, but he decided to help his younger band member progress the conversation forward. “Is it Uchi?” he asked.
“It’s always about Uchi,” Ohkura said, punctuating his statement with a sigh.
Murakami raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”
“Everything,” Ohkura replied.
Murakami looked over at Ohkura and then returned his attention to the dark road ahead.
“Do you have your lights on?” Ohkura asked.
“Of course I do! Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to see a thing!” Murakami exclaimed. “Tell me,” he said, lowering his voice a notch. “I want every detail.”
Ohkura nodded, knowing he must face the inevitable. “Well,” he started.
*Flashback from a month prior to Uchi’s suspension*
“Ryo! I can’t tell him,” Ohkura said pouting, nearly stomping his foot.
“Why not?” Ryo asked.
“Because it’s Uchi, and you can’t tell Uchi that kind of stuff,” Ohkura explained.
“No, I can’t. Because I would be lying, but you can,” Ryo said. “It’s JUST Uchi. What’s the most he’s going to say anyways?”
“What if he rejects me?” Ohkura whined.
Ryo looked at his best friend up and down and rolled his eyes. “Stop thinking too much, you’ll blow up.”
Ohkura pouted.
“Just do it,” Ryo’s voice was firm. “I’ll treat you to an all-you-can-eat.”
“Cheap ass,” Ohkura retorted.
Ryo ignored him. “Or Ramen.”
“Who am I, Uchi?” Ohkura asked. “I want Yakiniku.♥”
“Fine, but you have to ask him out first, you know, and you do realize you’ll be eating a lot of ramen if all goes well,” Ryo said seriously.
Ohkura rolled his eyes but nodded anyways. “But …”
“Don’t make me do it for you,” Ryo threatened, taking out his cell phone.
“Okay, okay!” Ohkura said hastily, getting up from his chair.
“Go!” Ryo exclaimed.
Ohkura nodded and rushed out the door. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew he had to find Uchi and then confess to him. It sounded so easy in words, yet Ohkura knew this was probably his most frightening experience, perhaps even more so than the Johnny’s auditions. He stepped out of the building and realized Uchi was lying on a hospital bed recovering from his lung procedure. Ohkura took out his phone and mailed the manager to see if they were done with the day. Moments later, he received a message from the manager stating that he was indeed done for the day and that he should be careful and not drink too much that night. Ohkura was fortunate enough to have had worked in Osaka today, so he could actually visit Uchi in the hospital without the three hour shinkansen ride there. He walked over to the hospital and on his way, picked up a few things he thought Uchi might enjoy. After entering the hospital, he proceeded past the now familiar receptionist as they acknowledged each other. Up several flights he went. Soon enough, he was at Uchi’s door, catching his breath. Ohkura hoped that there would not be anyone else already with Uchi; the situation would be awkward enough with just the two of them anyways. He knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
Ohkura grabbed the handle of the door and slid it open.
“Tacchon!” Uchi exclaimed in delight.
“Hey,” Ohkura replied, waving his hand. “I brought you some things.” He lifted his occupied hand, showing the bag to the younger male.
“Oooh, thanks,” Uchi said, taking the bag and looking inside of it like a little boy during his birthday. He looked up at Ohkura and smiled. “Sit,” he said pointing at the chair near his bedside.
“It’s alright. I’ll just stand, thanks though,” Ohkura replied shifting his weight on his legs.
Uchi turned his head up. “What’s up?” he asked quizzically.
“Um, it’s nothing really,” Ohkura said, adding a grin at the end to appease the younger male. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better! The doctors said I would be out tomorrow; I can’t wait. It’s been so boring here. It will be nice to play with my dogs, eat my mama’s home cooking in my home and obviously start working again,” Uchi replied enthusiastically.
Ohkura smiled. “That’s fantastic!” he exclaimed.
“Of course, I have to be careful, but I cannot wait to do things freely again,” Uchi stated.
“That’s good.”
Uchi looked up at the drummer. “Are you going somewhere after this?” he asked.
“No, not really,” Ohkura replied honestly.
“Oh.” Uchi blinked. “Then you should really sit. You must be very tired.”
Ohkura agreed and quickly sat down on the offered chair. Visiting hours would be up soon, and he still needed to get that question out, else Ryo might kill him, and he would regret it forever. “So,” he started.
Uchi looked at him with great interest. “Yes?”
“Um,” Ohkura faltered. He had to do this, had to. He could, he was ready for this.
Uchi tilted his face and waited patiently for Ohkura’s question to come out.
“I was, um, wondering … ” Ohkura started again, and when Uchi didn’t say anything, he continued. “If, if you were-” he stopped and looked at Uchi.
Uchi just blinked and tilted his face further to the side, urging Ohkura along.
“If you were free on Friday,” he finished, his face now flushed. He was torn between putting put his face in his hands and running out the room.
“Yea?” Uchi answered and then something dawned on him. “Like a date?” he asked, hiding any sort of emotion.
Ohkura nodded.
“You could have just asked me out like any regular person,” Uchi said playfully.
Ohkura raised an eyebrow slightly. “I did.”
“It could have been more eloquent,” Uchi said.
“Oh, shut up,” Ohkura said, cracking a smile.
“And I was about to accept the offer but now …” Uchi said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Uchi!” Ohkura pouted.
“Kidding! I accept, of course,” he said, leaning over to kiss Ohkura on the cheek, making the older male flush even more.
After that, the first date was a success, then a second and a third followed; it was all working out perfectly. They kept it a secret in general, as it was still forbidden in the public’s eye-in fact only Ryo really knew, aside from them. Ryo was very good at finding things like that out. But the happiness would not last so long as their relationship was tested.
“Are you excited for the upcoming NEWS tour?” Ohkura asked, lying on his stomach on the hotel bed.
Uchi nodded as he was folding his clothes back into his bag. “Yeah,” He said nodding. “I hope it’s a success.”
“I’m sure it will be. Isn’t it always?” Ohkura asked.
Uchi shrugged but nodded. “Yeah, I guess. But I’ll miss you,” he said, averting his eyes away from Ohkura’s.
Ohkura smiled. “We won’t be apart for that long. Maybe I’ll come visit you.”
Uchi beamed. “You will?”
“Maybe,” Ohkura replied playfully.
“Taccchon,” Uchi whined, pouting as he made his way towards the bed. “That’s not very nice.”
Ohkura took Uchi’s arm and pulled him down on to the bed. As Uchi giggled, Ohkura kissed him on the mouth, shutting him up. Ohkura placed Uchi’s back flat on the bed and looked down on him.
Uchi waited patiently, slowly knowing what was to come. “Are we?” he asked.
“If you want,” Ohkura said in a low voice.
Uchi nodded. “I do, it’s like the next step in our relationship.”
“Except less romantic than I’m sure you have already imagined,” Ohkura replied.
“You mean, it’s not going to be like one of those shoujo mangas I’ve read?” Uchi asked, becoming slightly put out.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but just don’t think about those romanticized shoujo mangas, and don’t expect anything. Just feel,” Ohkura said.
Uchi shifted. “I guess I can do that,”
Ohkura kissed Uchi’s forehead. “I promise I’ll be gentle when we get to that part.”
Uchi nodded. “I’m ready.”
“Good,” Ohkura said and immediately started to get to work. He kissed Uchi’s lips softly first, slowly slipping his tongue into Uchi’s awaiting mouth.
“Mmm,” Uchi moaned against Ohkura’s mouth, wrapping his arms around the drummer’s neck.
Ohkura removed his lips from Uchi’s, earning him a sound of disapproval, but it was quickly replaced with a sigh when Ohkura’s lips trailed Uchi’s jaw, ears and neck. He moved his way back to Uchi’s lips and pecked him on the mouth before moving back and taking off his shirt, throwing it to the other side of the room. Uchi giggled before enthusiastically taking off his own shirt and lying back down on the bed.
Ohkura returned to his position on top of his lover and continued what he did best: suckling, nibbling and kissing every part of Uchi’s upper body-who could barely contain his squeals of delight. Ohkura’s hand roamed Uchi’s chest, pinching his nipples before he slowly worked his way down to Uchi’s belt. Ohkura pressed hard against Uchi’s belt buckle and had the other gasping loudly. He knew Uchi was not going to last very long. After all, how many people lasted long on their first time? He undid the belt buckle and unzipped Uchi’s jeans. Ohkura looked up at Uchi’s face and saw that the other was looking at him intensely. The passion in Uchi’s eyes spurred Ohkura on as he hastily pulled off Uchi’s jeans and underwear along with his own.
Uchi writhed underneath Ohkura, waiting impatiently for the moment to come. Ohkura bent down to kiss Uchi’s forehead, running his fingers down Uchi’s torso. Too soon, he reached Uchi’s ever-growing erection and pulled.
Uchi moaned loudly, as Ohkura began his work on getting Uchi even harder, one step closer to the final stage. Ohkura pumped faster and harder as Uchi made all kinds of noises underneath him, wanting the other to enjoy his first time. Ohkura abruptly stopped.
“What?!” Uchi gasped out.
Ohkura smirked and did not say anything. Instead, he scooted backwards until he was seated between Uchi’s spread legs. Looking up, he saw Uchi’s look of anticipation, and it spurred him on to do what he was going to do next. He got up and walked to his bag and dug into it to get the tube of lubricant. He walked back over and climbed onto the bed to his previous place. He bent down and licked the tip of Uchi’s manhood, and as he did so, he smeared the lube onto his fingers and inserted one of them into Uchi’s tight hole.
Uchi squirmed.
“Try to relax,” Ohkura said soothingly.
Uchi inhaled and then exhaled. He nodded slightly, allowing Ohkura to continue.
Ohkura began to thrust his index finger in and out as he leaned over to kiss Uchi hungrily, adding another finger in the process.
Uchi gasped into Ohkura’s mouth when the scissoring started and the third finger was inserted.
Ohkura kissed Uchi one last time before moving down to kiss Uchi’s pulse on his neck. Ohkura lifted his head. “Are you ready?” he asked breathily.
Uchi nodded.
Ohkura removed his fingers from Uchi, which earned him a grumble, but he smiled over at Uchi instead. He took the tube of lubricant and smeared it all over his own erection.
Uchi breathed really hard. “Hurry, Tacchon!” he moaned, his chest rising.
Ohkura looked up at Uchi. “Are you alright?”
“Yes! Just hurry!” Uchi exclaimed.
Ohkura finished rubbing the lubricant on himself and positioned himself between Uchi’s legs, wrapping Uchi’s legs around his waist. “You ready?” he asked.
“Finally!” Uchi replied.
Ohkura thrusted himself slowly into Uchi, who lost his breath and arched his back. Ohkura moved in and out of Uchi slowly, knowing that he should probably take it slow for Uchi’s first time.
Uchi, whom was always vocal in general, was no disappointment in bed either. He was moaning, groaning and whimpering at every thrust.
Ohkura leaned down and kissed Uchi passionately, thrusting a bit faster, bringing one of his hand’s to Uchi’s leaking erection and began to jerk him off. He wanted to get the younger singer to go over the edge first.
Uchi mumbled something against Ohkura’s mouth, but he couldn’t understand him at first.
“Faster,” Uchi repeated himself.
Ohkura complied as he not only thrusted faster but also pumped Uchi’s erection harder.
“Tacchon!” Uchi screamed against Ohkura’s mouth as the younger man exploded all over Ohkura’s hand and stomach.
Ohkura, satisfied that Uchi got off, thrust a couple more times into him and went over himself inside Uchi. He stood still, holding onto Uchi’s sides, riding out his orgasm. After awhile, he pulled himself out of Uchi and lay down next to him.
Uchi, still breathing deeply, was the first to speak. “I feel dirty,” he said, laughing softly.
Ohkura turned over and looked at his post-sex lover. “That’s because you are,” he said, reaching to the tissues to clean Uchi.
“We should do this again soon,” Uchi said as he was cleaned.
“You can expect that very soon,” Ohkura replied and threw away the tissues, pulling the covers over them. “Good night, Hiroki,” he said, putting his arms around Uchi.
“Good night, Tacchon,” Uchi replied sleepily, leaning into Ohkura.
~
“I can’t believe you just explained your first night with Uchi to me in full detail,” Murakami said, still in shock as they stopped at a rest stop, snacking on food and stretching their legs.
“You did ask,” Ohkura replied.
“I should have thought otherwise,” Murakami countered. “Well, I’m sure there’s nothing that ‘spicy’ afterwards, right? And if there is, save me the details. I can only take so much.”
Ohkura nodded.
“I assume it goes downhill from there?” Murakami asked.
Ohkura nodded again.
“Well, let’s get back on the road. We still have quite a long way to go back home,” Murakami said as he got back into the driver’s seat of his car.
Ohkura got into the passenger’s seat and buckled in.
“Ready?” Murakami asked after buckling his own seatbelt. He looked over at Ohkura.
“Yea,” Ohkura replied.
“You may now continue,” Murakami said, starting the engine and they were back on the road.
“Well…”
~
Days turned into weeks, and Uchi was back in full speed, on tour with NEWS. Sometimes he would get special visits from Ohkura, and they would do activities behind closed doors. But other times, they would just sit at a café and chat and eat until it got dark or if either of them had to go back to work. Uchi became more wild and daring in bed, and Ohkura would sometimes even let him lead, because he was just too lazy. The wildness and daring attitude started to affect Uchi’s regular life.
Then it happened: their perfect world turned upside down. Ohkura was eating yakiniku happily with the rest of Kanjimi3 in Osaka when the fateful phone call came. It was for Yasuda.
“Ah, it’s Ryo-chan!” Yasuda said delighted.
“Isn’t he in Sendai for a NEWS concert?” Ohkura supplied, meat sauce dripping down his mouth.
“Maybe,” Yasuda said as he stood up and picked up the phone. “Ryo-chan! What’s up?” he asked as he moved away to the table and towards the door of the restaurant, away from the ears of Ohkura.
“What do you think they’re talking about?” Maruyama asked.
“I don’t know,” Ohkura replied. “I’m sure it’s nothing bad. Yasu did seem cheery, so I’m sure it’s fine.”
“Yeah.” Maruyama nodded. “Are you going to eat that?” he asked, pointing to the last piece of cooked meat.
“You can have it,” Ohkura offered, causing Maruyama to grin widely and eat like it was the best thing ever. He hailed the waiter. “Excuse me, can we have another plate of calbi?”
The waiter nodded and went to place the order. By the time the food came, Yasuda was still on the phone with Ryo outside.
“I wonder what’s taking so long?” Maruyama asked, stuffing the meat in his mouth.
“Ohkura shrugged. “Maybe something about guitars? You know how much Yasu and Ryo-chan can stay on the phone.”
Maruyama nodded. “More beer?”
Ohkura agreed fervently.
Yasuda chose that moment to walk back in. “You may want to hold on that,” he said, his face pale and his phone no longer in his hand.
Ohkura blinked. “What’s wrong, Yasu?” he asked.
Yasuda sat next down to Maruyama, who threw a comforting arm around him.
“What happened?” Maruyama asked.
Yasuda placed his trembling hands on the table. He reached for the wet towel and clenched it. “Ryo…Ryo called,” he said, breathing deeply.
Ohkura and Maruyama nodded and leaned closer to Yasuda but still giving him space.
“Ryo was crying. Saying that, that it was all his fault,” Yasuda said sniffling. “He blamed everything on himself. Everything.”
“What’s everything?” Ohkura asked, worry hitting him.
“Uchi didn’t go back to the hotel after Ryo did,” Yasuda said, words barely coming out of his mouth. “He’s in big trouble now. I don’t know what’s going to happen and neither does Ryo, but I couldn’t really hear what Ryo was saying after that,” he continued, tears flowing from his eyes freely. “I don’t know at all.”
Ohkura sat in shock, not knowing what to say but still wanting to know.
Maruyama felt the same but was able to put it into words. “What did Uchi do?” he asked, biting his lip.
“He went out with someone,” Yasuda said as Ohkura’s eyes widened in disbelief. “There may have been several people, Ryo didn’t say.” He wiped his tears away even though it made no difference. “And Uchi got drunk.”
“Drunk!?” Maruyama asked in shock. “But, but, he’s not of age yet. How did they serve him?”
“I guess one of the others ordered it and let him drink it. I don’t know, Ryo didn’t go into detail,” Yasuda said. “Then he left them, and that’s when he got into trouble.”
“It gets worse?” Maruyama asked, tightening his grip on Yasuda’s shoulder but loosened it once he saw Yasuda’s pained expression. “Sorry,” he muttered.
Yasuda nodded. “He was walking in a park and he …” he trailed off, unable to continue, putting his face in his hands.
“Yassan, please, please don’t stop there,” Ohkura begged.
Yasuda removed his hands from his face and nodded, knowing that his fellow band mates needed to know as well. “He, um, he urinated on a car in a public place,” he said, a fresh flow of tears leaking from his eyes.
“Why?” Ohkura asked after moments of silence.
“I don’t know, I don’t know,” Yasuda said, shaking his head. “All I know is that he’s in police custody now.”
Their cell phones went off at once, each receiving a message from the front office, telling them to report to Tokyo in the morning for a meeting.
“I guess we’ll find out then,” Maruyama said gloomily.
Yasuda and Ohkura nodded in unison. “I guess we should go now,” Ohkura said quietly, leaving several bills on the table.
The other two also left enough money, and they walked out of the restaurant into the night, awaiting what the next day would bring them.
~
“So, that’s how you found out about it?” Murakami asked as they passed more masses of trees.
Ohkura nodded.
“Lucky you, you had enough time to digest it, I was half asleep when I got that message and didn’t think anything of it really until I went to the meeting,” Murakami said nonchalantly. “I never thought things like that would happen to us, you know.”
Ohkura nodded again. “I know.”
~
Ohkura wasn’t the first one to arrive in Tokyo. He was beaten barely by a red-eyed Ryo and a paler than usual Yokoyama. He managed to give a small nod to the others and got nothing back in return except a blink from Yokoyama and a sniffle from Ryo. Ohkura sat down next to them, waiting for the others to arrive as soon as possible.
In the next few minutes, the other members trickled in, everyone unusually silent. No one said a word aside from a few grunted hellos. No one expected any good news to come out of this, and they just feared for the worst, as they still hadn’t seen Uchi.
“Where is Uchi?” Murakami asked.
Ryo shook his head, and Yokoyama placed his face in his hand, earning confused looks from Subaru and Murakami who still hadn’t been given the whole story.
“He’s in trouble,” Yokoyama supplied.
Subaru blinked but remained slightly.
“So, what they said in the news was true?” Murakami asked.
Yokoyama nodded. “They didn’t miss a detail,” he said darkly.
At that moment, the manager called them in and along with the Johnny-san and the other executives, they briefed them on Uchi’s suspension and house arrest. There was not a single dry eye out of the members.
“You mean, we can’t see Uchi anymore?” Yokoyama asked.
“That is correct,” the manager said. “Not until his suspension is lifted.”
“When will that be?!” Subaru asked.
“We don’t know yet,” the manager replied.
Ryo bit his lip. “Can we wish him a goodbye at least?”
The manager nodded and called in for Uchi.
When Uchi walked into the room, the officials left, leaving only the members in the room. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” Uchi muttered, crying.
The members just stood there for a moment before they moved, turning into a massive hug around Uchi. Yasuda patted Uchi’s hair.
“You weren’t thinking,” Yasuda said sniffling. “But your suspension will be over before you know it,” he said, more or less trying to reassure himself rather than Uchi.
Uchi sniffed. “I … I hope so,” he stammered.
Ohkura took Uchi’s hand and entwined their fingers. “We’ll still be here and welcome you back with open arms,” he said softly.
Uchi nodded. “Thanks, Tacchon. I’m sorry.”
Ohkura gave Uchi a sad smile. “It’s okay,” he said reassuringly, kissing Uchi’s forehead as the other broke down and put his head on Ohkura’s chest.
“We’ll leave the two of you alone, okay?” Yokoyama said softly.
Ohkura nodded. “Okay.”
“Take care of yourself, Uchi,” Murakami said as the other members patted Uchi on the other arm.
“We’ll miss you,” Yasuda murmured.
“A lot,” Ryo added.
“I’ll miss you guys too,” Uchi replied, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Take care. We’ll see you before you know it.” And with that, the other members walked out of the room and closed the door behind them.
Ohkura and Uchi stayed embraced in silence for a few moments, knowing these were the last moments they could stay together like this for quite awhile. “I’m sure we’ll be together again very soon,” Ohkura said, patting Uchi’s hair. “They’ll lift the suspension quickly, I’m sure. Once it all dies down.”
Uchi sniffled but nodded.
“So, don’t worry about it,” Ohkura said as he looked down at Uchi and lifted the other’s chin, kissing him softly.
Uchi closed his eyes and was drawn into the kiss, tears still running down his cheeks. His hands went limp on Ohkura. The only thing that was right was Ohkura with him, and he knew that was going to be taken away from him soon. All he wanted to do was savor the last moments for soon there would be no more. “Tacchon, I’m sorry.”
“It will be alright.” Ohkura replied, hugging Uchi tighter.
~ 7 months later ~
“I think this is the best yakiniku I’ve ever had!” Yokoyama gushed.
“My mother’s tastes better,” Ohkura replied.
Yokoyama rolled his eyes. “I know,” he said.
“When is Subaru-kun coming?” Yasuda asked.
“When he finishes his part of the recording, of course,” Murakami replied, taking a piece of the meat off the burner and onto his plate.
“But he’s been there for quite awhile,” Maruyama said.
“He also has more parts of the song to sing than the rest of us,” Yokoyama supplied.
“That’s true,” Maruyama agreed as Yasuda’s phone rang.
“It’s Ryo-chan!” Yasuda exclaimed. “He must be done with a concert or something,” he said as he stood up and walked towards the door to answer the phone.
“It’s a pity he can’t be here with us,” Yokoyama said, stuffing more food in his mouth.
“Yeah, but he can’t help it. Ryo-chan works a lot,” Ohkura said. “And his new single with NEWS is going to come out very soon.”
Subaru chose that moment to walk in. “Whatever Ryo is telling Yasu on the phone doesn’t seem to be good news.”
The rest of the members looked up. “What do you mean?” Murakami asked.
“Yasu is crying,” Subaru said. “I couldn’t really catch any of the words because he was sniffling very loudly, but it’s not good from what I was able to get out of it. Not good at all.”
“Should we check on him?” Maruyama asked.
“No, I’m sure he’ll explain it all to us when he comes back,” Murakami said, and sure enough Yasuda walked back into the restaurant and back to the table.
“Sit,” Yokoyama ordered, and Yasuda complied.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but, um … ” Yasuda tried to say.
Maruyama soothed Yasuda’s shoulder. “Take it slowly.”
Yasuda nodded and attempted to continue. “Ryo-chan said, he said that, that Kusano-kun has been accused of drinking.”
“What?!” the group exclaimed nearly in unison.
“What does that mean?” Yokoyama asked.
“Does that mean he’ll be suspended?” Murakami asked.
“Ryo-chan said that Kusano-kun will most likely voluntarily suspend himself and that … ” Yasuda tried to finish, but he bursted into more tears.
“And that what?” Murakami asked. “Please tell us.”
“That Hiro’s suspension won’t be lifted, will just be prolonged,” Yasuda managed.
“You’re kidding,” Ohkura said in shock. “Why?”
Because Hiro is also part of NEWS,” Yasuda supplied. “Ryo-chan said that NEWS will be suspended as a group as well. So he’ll be spending more time with us.”
“It’s not fair!” Ohkura moaned.
“Ohkura,” Yasuda said sadly.
“Something bad always happens to us when we’re eating yakiniku,” Ohkura said as he stabbed his chopstick into one of the slices of meats on his plate.
The rest of the band members stayed quiet.
~ Many months later ~
“See you tomorrow!” Ohkura said cheerfully.
“Good night,” Yasuda replied. “You’ll be fine?”
Ohkura nodded. “Of course.”
“Good,” Yasuda said as he waved at the taller man and walked back into the tiny restaurant.
Ohkura walked towards the train station. He stuffed his hands into his jacket pocket, cursing the weather for being so cold and wishing to have a warm body next to him. He hadn’t seen Uchi in many months and spent countless nights worrying about the younger man, if he was taking care of himself and such. Ohkura felt a raindrop on his head and quickened his pace, wondering why he hadn’t brought an umbrella with him-not that he was usually prepared for things like this. The rain got stronger, and there was no way he was going to make it to the nearby train station without getting soaked. He ducked into the nearby phone booth for cover and leaned his head back against the glass. At least he was dry now. He took his phone out to call his mother, to ask her what the weather was going to be like and tell her that he was going to be a little late coming home, but stopped himself when something caught his eye. He leaned his face closer to the glass to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
“Uchi?” he asked out loud in disbelief.
It couldn’t be. Here was Uchi waiting for a bus with a female companion. The same Uchi who was supposed to be moping around under house arrest. Maybe Uchi was with a school friend or his younger sister. Ohkura knew he shouldn’t get so worked up about it. After all, Uchi was allowed to have friends, wasn’t he? They hadn’t seen each other in over a year; Uchi couldn’t exactly go tell Ohkura everything, let alone anything. Yet, there was still a jealous pang in his heart.
He opened the door of the telephone booth slightly and stuck his head to get a better view of the scene before him. The rain, still pouring hard, drenched him completely in a matter of seconds, and he quickly closed the door again. The two across from him were in an embrace, no longer able to mistake them as anything but lovers. Uchi was holding the shorter female close to his chest, as she giggled and wrapped her arms around his waist tightly. He smiled quite oblivious to everything around them. Ohkura noticed the ring on her finger, shining through the dark night. It was huge, and he wondered how Uchi was able to afford it even though he wasn’t exactly working.
Ohkura didn’t want to see the happy moment in front of him when his heart had already been ripped out of him and stepped on a few times. He exited the phone booth and ran quickly to the crosswalk, looking back at Uchi one last time. Ohkura’s bangs pasted onto his forehead and drenched, he met Uchi’s eyes. The other man was shocked to see Ohkura stare, and that fake smile that was just there turned into a frown as he noticed Ohkura. Ohkura shook his head, not knowing how to react.
“Why?” he mouthed to Uchi and then ran the rest of the way to the train station.
~
“Well, that’s one way to find out,” Murakami said at the final rest stop before they make it to Osaka. They’re in Kyoto, and part of Murakami wanted to just drive to Maruyama’s so that he could finally get some rest himself, but he knew that that wasn’t a good idea either.
“Yeah,” Ohkura replied, taking a sip of his water. “I never got a real reply either.”
“Well, to be fair, you did run off,” Murakami stated.
“He could have called or texted or you know, shown up on my doorstep all soaking wet to tell me,” Ohkura said.
“Now, I think you’ve been influenced by Uchi too much. That only happens in sappy movies and shoujo mangas,” Murakami said throwing out his water bottle.
Ohkura replied, “I think I deserve an answer.”
“You do, but I don’t think you’ll ever get one,” Murakami answered truthfully. “Not unless Ryo beats the crap out of Uchi for you to get the answer, which I assure you, Ryo will never do. I know it’s hard for you, but Uchi has moved on with his life. It’s sad that none of us were invited to his wedding or anything, yet this is what Uchi wants now. He’s had to wait a long time, and Johnny-san and the rest of the higher-ups didn’t give him what he wanted after he waited for so long, so he decided to call it quits. I know you didn’t get the closure you wanted, but it’s not like he’s dead. He’s just not in our lives like he was before, and we have to move on like he did,” Murakami said, looking up at the sky and noticing it was turning a lighter color.
“I don’t know. I guess I need more time,” Ohkura replied, unsure of himself. “I just thought things were going to end happily.”
Murakami patted the drummer on the back. “You have plenty of time,” he assured him. “One day, you’ll meet or connect with someone, and you’ll be able to move on too.” He offered a smile. “You’re our baby now,” Murakami continued, pinching Ohkura’s cheek. “We’ll take care of you.” He put his arm around Ohkura.
“Thanks, Murakami-kun,” Ohkura said, smiling awkwardly for the first time that night.
Murakami returned the smile. “Now, get in the car!” he exclaimed. “It’s time to go home!” He pushed the younger man towards the car.
Ohkura got into the car and once again buckled his seatbelt as Murakami followed suit.
Murakami looked at Ohkura’s face and then started the engine. “There’s more to this story isn’t there?” he asked.
Ohkura blinked, unaware of Murakami’s hidden ability to read faces. “Yea, I guess”
“Continue,” Murakami said.
~
Ohkura walked to the bus stop, the same bus stop that appeared in his worst dreams whenever he went to bed at night. The one with recurring images of Uchi and his new girlfriend playing out like a broken television screen. The bus came, but he didn’t get on when he saw the shocked face of Uchi, looking down on him from the bus. Ohkura turned his back on Uchi and walked away, kicking the can that was nearby with all his might, not caring who it hit.
“Tacchon!” Uchi called after him.
Ohkura whipped his head around to see a panting Uchi near him. “Uchi,” he said in a monotone.
Uchi walked over to him and stopped. “I’m sorry,” he said, blinking rapidly. “But I’m happy now. That’s all I wanted to say.” He paused. “Um, and good bye.” Uchi walked away quickly.
“Bye,” Ohkura said softly, just in case Uchi was still in hearing range. After he had turned the corner, Ohkura kicked another can. “Liar,” he muttered as he walked to a nearby bar to drink his sorrow away.
~
“So, he blinks a lot when he’s lying?” Murakami asked as he pulled into Ohkura’s driveway.
Ohkura nodded. “He was never a good liar.”
“Well, I still don’t think you should wait for him, anyways. He’s moved on! You don’t want to be a home wrecker or anything now do you?” he asked, nearly backhanding the younger man out of instinct.
Ohkura ducked away from the hand and got out of the car.
Murakami proceeded to do the same. “So, you’ll be alright?” he asked, leaning against the car.
Ohkura nodded. “Maybe. Thanks though.”
“Maybe Ryo can hook you up with one of his model friends? I hear they have large breasts. You used to love those once upon a time,” Murakami said.
Ohkura scoffed. “I’ll think about it if it will make you feel better,” he said as he walked towards his door. “Thank you for the ride,” he said and bowed toward Murakami.
“Anytime!” Murakami replied. “Now, go get some sleep,” he said as he got back into his car.
“I will,” Ohkura replied as he opened the door to his house and walked in. He turned around and waved once more to Murakami.
Murakami waved back and then pulled out of the driveway onto the road.
Ohkura walked into his house and closed the door behind him. He would have to lead a life without the one person he truly loved the most. At that moment, he didn’t know how he was going to do it, but he would have to make it happen. After all, the one he loved already made the decision, a decision that didn’t include Ohkura.
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Poll Team What if - Break Away
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ohkura/Uchi, minor Uchi/OC
Summary: What if Uchi did really marry his girlfriend after he was suspended.
Prompt: Kinki Kid's "Garasu no Shounen".
Warnings: There is slash smut in it.
Notes: -
“You can’t replace him. It’s not possible.”
“We’re not replacing him. It’s just that it’s been nearly three years, and he simply didn’t want to be an idol any longer.”
“Ohkura?”
Ohkura looked up. “Yeah?”
Yokoyama placed his hand on Ohkura’s shoulder. “We’ll be alright,” he said softly. “We’ve gone this far.”
“Bu-ut… ” Ohkura stammered, chewing on his bottom lip. “We’ll never be eight again.”
“No. No, we won’t,” Murakami answered.
“Are we going to be Kanjani7 now?” Ohkura asked.
Ryo looked bewildered. “Tacchon…”
“Don’t you feel the same way, Ryo? You were the closest to him after all!”
Ryo bit his lip but remained unusually silent. Was, is, it made no difference anymore.
“Ryo?” Ohkura asked.
Ryo looked like he wanted to say something, comforting words to help make Ohkura understand, but nothing came out. Instead, he offered the drummer a sad smile.
Yasuda plopped down next to Ohkura and put his hand over Ohkura’s. “Tacchon, we’ll make it through. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be Kanjani8.”
“We’ll never be Kanjani8 again,” Ohkura muttered.
“It’s hard for all of us, Ohkura! Voicing your opinion isn’t going to change the situation now is it?” Yokoyama stated darkly.
“That’s it!” Murakami exclaimed loudly. “We’re going out to dinner and drinks now, and that’s final.”
“I’m not hungry,” Ohkura stated.
The other six members turned to look at him in shock.
“It would be more believable had you not been complaining how hungry you were before and how you could eat as much as Gal-Sonne,” Yokoyama stated, who was the first to recover from the shock.
Ohkura looked down, having really lost his appetite that moment. “I just want to go home,” he said, “and sleep everything away.”
Ryo took a deep breath and finally said, “Go on.”
Ohkura looked surprised, since he really wasn’t expecting them to give in so easily, let alone Ryo.
“I said go,” Ryo said more forcefully when he noticed Ohkura wasn’t moving.
Ohkura blinked but scurried to find his bag and scattered items.
The rest of the members sat in various stages of grief, no one talking or really moving.
“You didn’t bring your car, did you?” Yokoyama asked.
Ohkura shook his head; he had planned to take the shinkansen like everyone else.
“Fine, I’ll drive you home,” Murakami said, standing up and dangling his car keys in his hand.
“All the way to Osaka?” Ohkura asked, bewildered.
“Yes,” Murakami replied. “We have a lot to discuss.”
Ohkura saw the sympathetic looks from Maruyama and Yasuda and knew he could not get out of this situation.
~
During the car ride back to Osaka from Tokyo, Ohkura didn’t even want to think how long the trip was going to take. However, the only way back at the late hour was by car, and he would just have to endure it.
They sat in silence. Ohkura didn’t want to speak at all while Murakami was paying attention to the road ahead of him. Ohkura knew that the silence wouldn’t last for much longer, so he mentally prepared for what he was going to say or answer in this car. He had to prepare for the advanced game of 20 questions, and Osaka never looked farther. Ohkura started to drift off, all this thinking becoming too much for him. It was at that moment that Murakami decided to start his grueling interrogation.
“What was up with you today?” Murakami asked.
Ohkura glanced at the older member and then looked down at his lap. “It was just too much,” he mumbled.
“What was?” Murakami prodded, knowing the answer but wanting the young drummer to express it himself.
“Everything,” Ohkura said. “Just everything.”
“Everything being? You’re going to have to be more specific than that, Tacchon,” Murakami said, but he decided to help his younger band member progress the conversation forward. “Is it Uchi?” he asked.
“It’s always about Uchi,” Ohkura said, punctuating his statement with a sigh.
Murakami raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”
“Everything,” Ohkura replied.
Murakami looked over at Ohkura and then returned his attention to the dark road ahead.
“Do you have your lights on?” Ohkura asked.
“Of course I do! Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to see a thing!” Murakami exclaimed. “Tell me,” he said, lowering his voice a notch. “I want every detail.”
Ohkura nodded, knowing he must face the inevitable. “Well,” he started.
*Flashback from a month prior to Uchi’s suspension*
“Ryo! I can’t tell him,” Ohkura said pouting, nearly stomping his foot.
“Why not?” Ryo asked.
“Because it’s Uchi, and you can’t tell Uchi that kind of stuff,” Ohkura explained.
“No, I can’t. Because I would be lying, but you can,” Ryo said. “It’s JUST Uchi. What’s the most he’s going to say anyways?”
“What if he rejects me?” Ohkura whined.
Ryo looked at his best friend up and down and rolled his eyes. “Stop thinking too much, you’ll blow up.”
Ohkura pouted.
“Just do it,” Ryo’s voice was firm. “I’ll treat you to an all-you-can-eat.”
“Cheap ass,” Ohkura retorted.
Ryo ignored him. “Or Ramen.”
“Who am I, Uchi?” Ohkura asked. “I want Yakiniku.♥”
“Fine, but you have to ask him out first, you know, and you do realize you’ll be eating a lot of ramen if all goes well,” Ryo said seriously.
Ohkura rolled his eyes but nodded anyways. “But …”
“Don’t make me do it for you,” Ryo threatened, taking out his cell phone.
“Okay, okay!” Ohkura said hastily, getting up from his chair.
“Go!” Ryo exclaimed.
Ohkura nodded and rushed out the door. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew he had to find Uchi and then confess to him. It sounded so easy in words, yet Ohkura knew this was probably his most frightening experience, perhaps even more so than the Johnny’s auditions. He stepped out of the building and realized Uchi was lying on a hospital bed recovering from his lung procedure. Ohkura took out his phone and mailed the manager to see if they were done with the day. Moments later, he received a message from the manager stating that he was indeed done for the day and that he should be careful and not drink too much that night. Ohkura was fortunate enough to have had worked in Osaka today, so he could actually visit Uchi in the hospital without the three hour shinkansen ride there. He walked over to the hospital and on his way, picked up a few things he thought Uchi might enjoy. After entering the hospital, he proceeded past the now familiar receptionist as they acknowledged each other. Up several flights he went. Soon enough, he was at Uchi’s door, catching his breath. Ohkura hoped that there would not be anyone else already with Uchi; the situation would be awkward enough with just the two of them anyways. He knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
Ohkura grabbed the handle of the door and slid it open.
“Tacchon!” Uchi exclaimed in delight.
“Hey,” Ohkura replied, waving his hand. “I brought you some things.” He lifted his occupied hand, showing the bag to the younger male.
“Oooh, thanks,” Uchi said, taking the bag and looking inside of it like a little boy during his birthday. He looked up at Ohkura and smiled. “Sit,” he said pointing at the chair near his bedside.
“It’s alright. I’ll just stand, thanks though,” Ohkura replied shifting his weight on his legs.
Uchi turned his head up. “What’s up?” he asked quizzically.
“Um, it’s nothing really,” Ohkura said, adding a grin at the end to appease the younger male. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better! The doctors said I would be out tomorrow; I can’t wait. It’s been so boring here. It will be nice to play with my dogs, eat my mama’s home cooking in my home and obviously start working again,” Uchi replied enthusiastically.
Ohkura smiled. “That’s fantastic!” he exclaimed.
“Of course, I have to be careful, but I cannot wait to do things freely again,” Uchi stated.
“That’s good.”
Uchi looked up at the drummer. “Are you going somewhere after this?” he asked.
“No, not really,” Ohkura replied honestly.
“Oh.” Uchi blinked. “Then you should really sit. You must be very tired.”
Ohkura agreed and quickly sat down on the offered chair. Visiting hours would be up soon, and he still needed to get that question out, else Ryo might kill him, and he would regret it forever. “So,” he started.
Uchi looked at him with great interest. “Yes?”
“Um,” Ohkura faltered. He had to do this, had to. He could, he was ready for this.
Uchi tilted his face and waited patiently for Ohkura’s question to come out.
“I was, um, wondering … ” Ohkura started again, and when Uchi didn’t say anything, he continued. “If, if you were-” he stopped and looked at Uchi.
Uchi just blinked and tilted his face further to the side, urging Ohkura along.
“If you were free on Friday,” he finished, his face now flushed. He was torn between putting put his face in his hands and running out the room.
“Yea?” Uchi answered and then something dawned on him. “Like a date?” he asked, hiding any sort of emotion.
Ohkura nodded.
“You could have just asked me out like any regular person,” Uchi said playfully.
Ohkura raised an eyebrow slightly. “I did.”
“It could have been more eloquent,” Uchi said.
“Oh, shut up,” Ohkura said, cracking a smile.
“And I was about to accept the offer but now …” Uchi said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Uchi!” Ohkura pouted.
“Kidding! I accept, of course,” he said, leaning over to kiss Ohkura on the cheek, making the older male flush even more.
After that, the first date was a success, then a second and a third followed; it was all working out perfectly. They kept it a secret in general, as it was still forbidden in the public’s eye-in fact only Ryo really knew, aside from them. Ryo was very good at finding things like that out. But the happiness would not last so long as their relationship was tested.
“Are you excited for the upcoming NEWS tour?” Ohkura asked, lying on his stomach on the hotel bed.
Uchi nodded as he was folding his clothes back into his bag. “Yeah,” He said nodding. “I hope it’s a success.”
“I’m sure it will be. Isn’t it always?” Ohkura asked.
Uchi shrugged but nodded. “Yeah, I guess. But I’ll miss you,” he said, averting his eyes away from Ohkura’s.
Ohkura smiled. “We won’t be apart for that long. Maybe I’ll come visit you.”
Uchi beamed. “You will?”
“Maybe,” Ohkura replied playfully.
“Taccchon,” Uchi whined, pouting as he made his way towards the bed. “That’s not very nice.”
Ohkura took Uchi’s arm and pulled him down on to the bed. As Uchi giggled, Ohkura kissed him on the mouth, shutting him up. Ohkura placed Uchi’s back flat on the bed and looked down on him.
Uchi waited patiently, slowly knowing what was to come. “Are we?” he asked.
“If you want,” Ohkura said in a low voice.
Uchi nodded. “I do, it’s like the next step in our relationship.”
“Except less romantic than I’m sure you have already imagined,” Ohkura replied.
“You mean, it’s not going to be like one of those shoujo mangas I’ve read?” Uchi asked, becoming slightly put out.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but just don’t think about those romanticized shoujo mangas, and don’t expect anything. Just feel,” Ohkura said.
Uchi shifted. “I guess I can do that,”
Ohkura kissed Uchi’s forehead. “I promise I’ll be gentle when we get to that part.”
Uchi nodded. “I’m ready.”
“Good,” Ohkura said and immediately started to get to work. He kissed Uchi’s lips softly first, slowly slipping his tongue into Uchi’s awaiting mouth.
“Mmm,” Uchi moaned against Ohkura’s mouth, wrapping his arms around the drummer’s neck.
Ohkura removed his lips from Uchi’s, earning him a sound of disapproval, but it was quickly replaced with a sigh when Ohkura’s lips trailed Uchi’s jaw, ears and neck. He moved his way back to Uchi’s lips and pecked him on the mouth before moving back and taking off his shirt, throwing it to the other side of the room. Uchi giggled before enthusiastically taking off his own shirt and lying back down on the bed.
Ohkura returned to his position on top of his lover and continued what he did best: suckling, nibbling and kissing every part of Uchi’s upper body-who could barely contain his squeals of delight. Ohkura’s hand roamed Uchi’s chest, pinching his nipples before he slowly worked his way down to Uchi’s belt. Ohkura pressed hard against Uchi’s belt buckle and had the other gasping loudly. He knew Uchi was not going to last very long. After all, how many people lasted long on their first time? He undid the belt buckle and unzipped Uchi’s jeans. Ohkura looked up at Uchi’s face and saw that the other was looking at him intensely. The passion in Uchi’s eyes spurred Ohkura on as he hastily pulled off Uchi’s jeans and underwear along with his own.
Uchi writhed underneath Ohkura, waiting impatiently for the moment to come. Ohkura bent down to kiss Uchi’s forehead, running his fingers down Uchi’s torso. Too soon, he reached Uchi’s ever-growing erection and pulled.
Uchi moaned loudly, as Ohkura began his work on getting Uchi even harder, one step closer to the final stage. Ohkura pumped faster and harder as Uchi made all kinds of noises underneath him, wanting the other to enjoy his first time. Ohkura abruptly stopped.
“What?!” Uchi gasped out.
Ohkura smirked and did not say anything. Instead, he scooted backwards until he was seated between Uchi’s spread legs. Looking up, he saw Uchi’s look of anticipation, and it spurred him on to do what he was going to do next. He got up and walked to his bag and dug into it to get the tube of lubricant. He walked back over and climbed onto the bed to his previous place. He bent down and licked the tip of Uchi’s manhood, and as he did so, he smeared the lube onto his fingers and inserted one of them into Uchi’s tight hole.
Uchi squirmed.
“Try to relax,” Ohkura said soothingly.
Uchi inhaled and then exhaled. He nodded slightly, allowing Ohkura to continue.
Ohkura began to thrust his index finger in and out as he leaned over to kiss Uchi hungrily, adding another finger in the process.
Uchi gasped into Ohkura’s mouth when the scissoring started and the third finger was inserted.
Ohkura kissed Uchi one last time before moving down to kiss Uchi’s pulse on his neck. Ohkura lifted his head. “Are you ready?” he asked breathily.
Uchi nodded.
Ohkura removed his fingers from Uchi, which earned him a grumble, but he smiled over at Uchi instead. He took the tube of lubricant and smeared it all over his own erection.
Uchi breathed really hard. “Hurry, Tacchon!” he moaned, his chest rising.
Ohkura looked up at Uchi. “Are you alright?”
“Yes! Just hurry!” Uchi exclaimed.
Ohkura finished rubbing the lubricant on himself and positioned himself between Uchi’s legs, wrapping Uchi’s legs around his waist. “You ready?” he asked.
“Finally!” Uchi replied.
Ohkura thrusted himself slowly into Uchi, who lost his breath and arched his back. Ohkura moved in and out of Uchi slowly, knowing that he should probably take it slow for Uchi’s first time.
Uchi, whom was always vocal in general, was no disappointment in bed either. He was moaning, groaning and whimpering at every thrust.
Ohkura leaned down and kissed Uchi passionately, thrusting a bit faster, bringing one of his hand’s to Uchi’s leaking erection and began to jerk him off. He wanted to get the younger singer to go over the edge first.
Uchi mumbled something against Ohkura’s mouth, but he couldn’t understand him at first.
“Faster,” Uchi repeated himself.
Ohkura complied as he not only thrusted faster but also pumped Uchi’s erection harder.
“Tacchon!” Uchi screamed against Ohkura’s mouth as the younger man exploded all over Ohkura’s hand and stomach.
Ohkura, satisfied that Uchi got off, thrust a couple more times into him and went over himself inside Uchi. He stood still, holding onto Uchi’s sides, riding out his orgasm. After awhile, he pulled himself out of Uchi and lay down next to him.
Uchi, still breathing deeply, was the first to speak. “I feel dirty,” he said, laughing softly.
Ohkura turned over and looked at his post-sex lover. “That’s because you are,” he said, reaching to the tissues to clean Uchi.
“We should do this again soon,” Uchi said as he was cleaned.
“You can expect that very soon,” Ohkura replied and threw away the tissues, pulling the covers over them. “Good night, Hiroki,” he said, putting his arms around Uchi.
“Good night, Tacchon,” Uchi replied sleepily, leaning into Ohkura.
~
“I can’t believe you just explained your first night with Uchi to me in full detail,” Murakami said, still in shock as they stopped at a rest stop, snacking on food and stretching their legs.
“You did ask,” Ohkura replied.
“I should have thought otherwise,” Murakami countered. “Well, I’m sure there’s nothing that ‘spicy’ afterwards, right? And if there is, save me the details. I can only take so much.”
Ohkura nodded.
“I assume it goes downhill from there?” Murakami asked.
Ohkura nodded again.
“Well, let’s get back on the road. We still have quite a long way to go back home,” Murakami said as he got back into the driver’s seat of his car.
Ohkura got into the passenger’s seat and buckled in.
“Ready?” Murakami asked after buckling his own seatbelt. He looked over at Ohkura.
“Yea,” Ohkura replied.
“You may now continue,” Murakami said, starting the engine and they were back on the road.
“Well…”
~
Days turned into weeks, and Uchi was back in full speed, on tour with NEWS. Sometimes he would get special visits from Ohkura, and they would do activities behind closed doors. But other times, they would just sit at a café and chat and eat until it got dark or if either of them had to go back to work. Uchi became more wild and daring in bed, and Ohkura would sometimes even let him lead, because he was just too lazy. The wildness and daring attitude started to affect Uchi’s regular life.
Then it happened: their perfect world turned upside down. Ohkura was eating yakiniku happily with the rest of Kanjimi3 in Osaka when the fateful phone call came. It was for Yasuda.
“Ah, it’s Ryo-chan!” Yasuda said delighted.
“Isn’t he in Sendai for a NEWS concert?” Ohkura supplied, meat sauce dripping down his mouth.
“Maybe,” Yasuda said as he stood up and picked up the phone. “Ryo-chan! What’s up?” he asked as he moved away to the table and towards the door of the restaurant, away from the ears of Ohkura.
“What do you think they’re talking about?” Maruyama asked.
“I don’t know,” Ohkura replied. “I’m sure it’s nothing bad. Yasu did seem cheery, so I’m sure it’s fine.”
“Yeah.” Maruyama nodded. “Are you going to eat that?” he asked, pointing to the last piece of cooked meat.
“You can have it,” Ohkura offered, causing Maruyama to grin widely and eat like it was the best thing ever. He hailed the waiter. “Excuse me, can we have another plate of calbi?”
The waiter nodded and went to place the order. By the time the food came, Yasuda was still on the phone with Ryo outside.
“I wonder what’s taking so long?” Maruyama asked, stuffing the meat in his mouth.
“Ohkura shrugged. “Maybe something about guitars? You know how much Yasu and Ryo-chan can stay on the phone.”
Maruyama nodded. “More beer?”
Ohkura agreed fervently.
Yasuda chose that moment to walk back in. “You may want to hold on that,” he said, his face pale and his phone no longer in his hand.
Ohkura blinked. “What’s wrong, Yasu?” he asked.
Yasuda sat next down to Maruyama, who threw a comforting arm around him.
“What happened?” Maruyama asked.
Yasuda placed his trembling hands on the table. He reached for the wet towel and clenched it. “Ryo…Ryo called,” he said, breathing deeply.
Ohkura and Maruyama nodded and leaned closer to Yasuda but still giving him space.
“Ryo was crying. Saying that, that it was all his fault,” Yasuda said sniffling. “He blamed everything on himself. Everything.”
“What’s everything?” Ohkura asked, worry hitting him.
“Uchi didn’t go back to the hotel after Ryo did,” Yasuda said, words barely coming out of his mouth. “He’s in big trouble now. I don’t know what’s going to happen and neither does Ryo, but I couldn’t really hear what Ryo was saying after that,” he continued, tears flowing from his eyes freely. “I don’t know at all.”
Ohkura sat in shock, not knowing what to say but still wanting to know.
Maruyama felt the same but was able to put it into words. “What did Uchi do?” he asked, biting his lip.
“He went out with someone,” Yasuda said as Ohkura’s eyes widened in disbelief. “There may have been several people, Ryo didn’t say.” He wiped his tears away even though it made no difference. “And Uchi got drunk.”
“Drunk!?” Maruyama asked in shock. “But, but, he’s not of age yet. How did they serve him?”
“I guess one of the others ordered it and let him drink it. I don’t know, Ryo didn’t go into detail,” Yasuda said. “Then he left them, and that’s when he got into trouble.”
“It gets worse?” Maruyama asked, tightening his grip on Yasuda’s shoulder but loosened it once he saw Yasuda’s pained expression. “Sorry,” he muttered.
Yasuda nodded. “He was walking in a park and he …” he trailed off, unable to continue, putting his face in his hands.
“Yassan, please, please don’t stop there,” Ohkura begged.
Yasuda removed his hands from his face and nodded, knowing that his fellow band mates needed to know as well. “He, um, he urinated on a car in a public place,” he said, a fresh flow of tears leaking from his eyes.
“Why?” Ohkura asked after moments of silence.
“I don’t know, I don’t know,” Yasuda said, shaking his head. “All I know is that he’s in police custody now.”
Their cell phones went off at once, each receiving a message from the front office, telling them to report to Tokyo in the morning for a meeting.
“I guess we’ll find out then,” Maruyama said gloomily.
Yasuda and Ohkura nodded in unison. “I guess we should go now,” Ohkura said quietly, leaving several bills on the table.
The other two also left enough money, and they walked out of the restaurant into the night, awaiting what the next day would bring them.
~
“So, that’s how you found out about it?” Murakami asked as they passed more masses of trees.
Ohkura nodded.
“Lucky you, you had enough time to digest it, I was half asleep when I got that message and didn’t think anything of it really until I went to the meeting,” Murakami said nonchalantly. “I never thought things like that would happen to us, you know.”
Ohkura nodded again. “I know.”
~
Ohkura wasn’t the first one to arrive in Tokyo. He was beaten barely by a red-eyed Ryo and a paler than usual Yokoyama. He managed to give a small nod to the others and got nothing back in return except a blink from Yokoyama and a sniffle from Ryo. Ohkura sat down next to them, waiting for the others to arrive as soon as possible.
In the next few minutes, the other members trickled in, everyone unusually silent. No one said a word aside from a few grunted hellos. No one expected any good news to come out of this, and they just feared for the worst, as they still hadn’t seen Uchi.
“Where is Uchi?” Murakami asked.
Ryo shook his head, and Yokoyama placed his face in his hand, earning confused looks from Subaru and Murakami who still hadn’t been given the whole story.
“He’s in trouble,” Yokoyama supplied.
Subaru blinked but remained slightly.
“So, what they said in the news was true?” Murakami asked.
Yokoyama nodded. “They didn’t miss a detail,” he said darkly.
At that moment, the manager called them in and along with the Johnny-san and the other executives, they briefed them on Uchi’s suspension and house arrest. There was not a single dry eye out of the members.
“You mean, we can’t see Uchi anymore?” Yokoyama asked.
“That is correct,” the manager said. “Not until his suspension is lifted.”
“When will that be?!” Subaru asked.
“We don’t know yet,” the manager replied.
Ryo bit his lip. “Can we wish him a goodbye at least?”
The manager nodded and called in for Uchi.
When Uchi walked into the room, the officials left, leaving only the members in the room. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” Uchi muttered, crying.
The members just stood there for a moment before they moved, turning into a massive hug around Uchi. Yasuda patted Uchi’s hair.
“You weren’t thinking,” Yasuda said sniffling. “But your suspension will be over before you know it,” he said, more or less trying to reassure himself rather than Uchi.
Uchi sniffed. “I … I hope so,” he stammered.
Ohkura took Uchi’s hand and entwined their fingers. “We’ll still be here and welcome you back with open arms,” he said softly.
Uchi nodded. “Thanks, Tacchon. I’m sorry.”
Ohkura gave Uchi a sad smile. “It’s okay,” he said reassuringly, kissing Uchi’s forehead as the other broke down and put his head on Ohkura’s chest.
“We’ll leave the two of you alone, okay?” Yokoyama said softly.
Ohkura nodded. “Okay.”
“Take care of yourself, Uchi,” Murakami said as the other members patted Uchi on the other arm.
“We’ll miss you,” Yasuda murmured.
“A lot,” Ryo added.
“I’ll miss you guys too,” Uchi replied, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Take care. We’ll see you before you know it.” And with that, the other members walked out of the room and closed the door behind them.
Ohkura and Uchi stayed embraced in silence for a few moments, knowing these were the last moments they could stay together like this for quite awhile. “I’m sure we’ll be together again very soon,” Ohkura said, patting Uchi’s hair. “They’ll lift the suspension quickly, I’m sure. Once it all dies down.”
Uchi sniffled but nodded.
“So, don’t worry about it,” Ohkura said as he looked down at Uchi and lifted the other’s chin, kissing him softly.
Uchi closed his eyes and was drawn into the kiss, tears still running down his cheeks. His hands went limp on Ohkura. The only thing that was right was Ohkura with him, and he knew that was going to be taken away from him soon. All he wanted to do was savor the last moments for soon there would be no more. “Tacchon, I’m sorry.”
“It will be alright.” Ohkura replied, hugging Uchi tighter.
~ 7 months later ~
“I think this is the best yakiniku I’ve ever had!” Yokoyama gushed.
“My mother’s tastes better,” Ohkura replied.
Yokoyama rolled his eyes. “I know,” he said.
“When is Subaru-kun coming?” Yasuda asked.
“When he finishes his part of the recording, of course,” Murakami replied, taking a piece of the meat off the burner and onto his plate.
“But he’s been there for quite awhile,” Maruyama said.
“He also has more parts of the song to sing than the rest of us,” Yokoyama supplied.
“That’s true,” Maruyama agreed as Yasuda’s phone rang.
“It’s Ryo-chan!” Yasuda exclaimed. “He must be done with a concert or something,” he said as he stood up and walked towards the door to answer the phone.
“It’s a pity he can’t be here with us,” Yokoyama said, stuffing more food in his mouth.
“Yeah, but he can’t help it. Ryo-chan works a lot,” Ohkura said. “And his new single with NEWS is going to come out very soon.”
Subaru chose that moment to walk in. “Whatever Ryo is telling Yasu on the phone doesn’t seem to be good news.”
The rest of the members looked up. “What do you mean?” Murakami asked.
“Yasu is crying,” Subaru said. “I couldn’t really catch any of the words because he was sniffling very loudly, but it’s not good from what I was able to get out of it. Not good at all.”
“Should we check on him?” Maruyama asked.
“No, I’m sure he’ll explain it all to us when he comes back,” Murakami said, and sure enough Yasuda walked back into the restaurant and back to the table.
“Sit,” Yokoyama ordered, and Yasuda complied.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but, um … ” Yasuda tried to say.
Maruyama soothed Yasuda’s shoulder. “Take it slowly.”
Yasuda nodded and attempted to continue. “Ryo-chan said, he said that, that Kusano-kun has been accused of drinking.”
“What?!” the group exclaimed nearly in unison.
“What does that mean?” Yokoyama asked.
“Does that mean he’ll be suspended?” Murakami asked.
“Ryo-chan said that Kusano-kun will most likely voluntarily suspend himself and that … ” Yasuda tried to finish, but he bursted into more tears.
“And that what?” Murakami asked. “Please tell us.”
“That Hiro’s suspension won’t be lifted, will just be prolonged,” Yasuda managed.
“You’re kidding,” Ohkura said in shock. “Why?”
Because Hiro is also part of NEWS,” Yasuda supplied. “Ryo-chan said that NEWS will be suspended as a group as well. So he’ll be spending more time with us.”
“It’s not fair!” Ohkura moaned.
“Ohkura,” Yasuda said sadly.
“Something bad always happens to us when we’re eating yakiniku,” Ohkura said as he stabbed his chopstick into one of the slices of meats on his plate.
The rest of the band members stayed quiet.
~ Many months later ~
“See you tomorrow!” Ohkura said cheerfully.
“Good night,” Yasuda replied. “You’ll be fine?”
Ohkura nodded. “Of course.”
“Good,” Yasuda said as he waved at the taller man and walked back into the tiny restaurant.
Ohkura walked towards the train station. He stuffed his hands into his jacket pocket, cursing the weather for being so cold and wishing to have a warm body next to him. He hadn’t seen Uchi in many months and spent countless nights worrying about the younger man, if he was taking care of himself and such. Ohkura felt a raindrop on his head and quickened his pace, wondering why he hadn’t brought an umbrella with him-not that he was usually prepared for things like this. The rain got stronger, and there was no way he was going to make it to the nearby train station without getting soaked. He ducked into the nearby phone booth for cover and leaned his head back against the glass. At least he was dry now. He took his phone out to call his mother, to ask her what the weather was going to be like and tell her that he was going to be a little late coming home, but stopped himself when something caught his eye. He leaned his face closer to the glass to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
“Uchi?” he asked out loud in disbelief.
It couldn’t be. Here was Uchi waiting for a bus with a female companion. The same Uchi who was supposed to be moping around under house arrest. Maybe Uchi was with a school friend or his younger sister. Ohkura knew he shouldn’t get so worked up about it. After all, Uchi was allowed to have friends, wasn’t he? They hadn’t seen each other in over a year; Uchi couldn’t exactly go tell Ohkura everything, let alone anything. Yet, there was still a jealous pang in his heart.
He opened the door of the telephone booth slightly and stuck his head to get a better view of the scene before him. The rain, still pouring hard, drenched him completely in a matter of seconds, and he quickly closed the door again. The two across from him were in an embrace, no longer able to mistake them as anything but lovers. Uchi was holding the shorter female close to his chest, as she giggled and wrapped her arms around his waist tightly. He smiled quite oblivious to everything around them. Ohkura noticed the ring on her finger, shining through the dark night. It was huge, and he wondered how Uchi was able to afford it even though he wasn’t exactly working.
Ohkura didn’t want to see the happy moment in front of him when his heart had already been ripped out of him and stepped on a few times. He exited the phone booth and ran quickly to the crosswalk, looking back at Uchi one last time. Ohkura’s bangs pasted onto his forehead and drenched, he met Uchi’s eyes. The other man was shocked to see Ohkura stare, and that fake smile that was just there turned into a frown as he noticed Ohkura. Ohkura shook his head, not knowing how to react.
“Why?” he mouthed to Uchi and then ran the rest of the way to the train station.
~
“Well, that’s one way to find out,” Murakami said at the final rest stop before they make it to Osaka. They’re in Kyoto, and part of Murakami wanted to just drive to Maruyama’s so that he could finally get some rest himself, but he knew that that wasn’t a good idea either.
“Yeah,” Ohkura replied, taking a sip of his water. “I never got a real reply either.”
“Well, to be fair, you did run off,” Murakami stated.
“He could have called or texted or you know, shown up on my doorstep all soaking wet to tell me,” Ohkura said.
“Now, I think you’ve been influenced by Uchi too much. That only happens in sappy movies and shoujo mangas,” Murakami said throwing out his water bottle.
Ohkura replied, “I think I deserve an answer.”
“You do, but I don’t think you’ll ever get one,” Murakami answered truthfully. “Not unless Ryo beats the crap out of Uchi for you to get the answer, which I assure you, Ryo will never do. I know it’s hard for you, but Uchi has moved on with his life. It’s sad that none of us were invited to his wedding or anything, yet this is what Uchi wants now. He’s had to wait a long time, and Johnny-san and the rest of the higher-ups didn’t give him what he wanted after he waited for so long, so he decided to call it quits. I know you didn’t get the closure you wanted, but it’s not like he’s dead. He’s just not in our lives like he was before, and we have to move on like he did,” Murakami said, looking up at the sky and noticing it was turning a lighter color.
“I don’t know. I guess I need more time,” Ohkura replied, unsure of himself. “I just thought things were going to end happily.”
Murakami patted the drummer on the back. “You have plenty of time,” he assured him. “One day, you’ll meet or connect with someone, and you’ll be able to move on too.” He offered a smile. “You’re our baby now,” Murakami continued, pinching Ohkura’s cheek. “We’ll take care of you.” He put his arm around Ohkura.
“Thanks, Murakami-kun,” Ohkura said, smiling awkwardly for the first time that night.
Murakami returned the smile. “Now, get in the car!” he exclaimed. “It’s time to go home!” He pushed the younger man towards the car.
Ohkura got into the car and once again buckled his seatbelt as Murakami followed suit.
Murakami looked at Ohkura’s face and then started the engine. “There’s more to this story isn’t there?” he asked.
Ohkura blinked, unaware of Murakami’s hidden ability to read faces. “Yea, I guess”
“Continue,” Murakami said.
~
Ohkura walked to the bus stop, the same bus stop that appeared in his worst dreams whenever he went to bed at night. The one with recurring images of Uchi and his new girlfriend playing out like a broken television screen. The bus came, but he didn’t get on when he saw the shocked face of Uchi, looking down on him from the bus. Ohkura turned his back on Uchi and walked away, kicking the can that was nearby with all his might, not caring who it hit.
“Tacchon!” Uchi called after him.
Ohkura whipped his head around to see a panting Uchi near him. “Uchi,” he said in a monotone.
Uchi walked over to him and stopped. “I’m sorry,” he said, blinking rapidly. “But I’m happy now. That’s all I wanted to say.” He paused. “Um, and good bye.” Uchi walked away quickly.
“Bye,” Ohkura said softly, just in case Uchi was still in hearing range. After he had turned the corner, Ohkura kicked another can. “Liar,” he muttered as he walked to a nearby bar to drink his sorrow away.
~
“So, he blinks a lot when he’s lying?” Murakami asked as he pulled into Ohkura’s driveway.
Ohkura nodded. “He was never a good liar.”
“Well, I still don’t think you should wait for him, anyways. He’s moved on! You don’t want to be a home wrecker or anything now do you?” he asked, nearly backhanding the younger man out of instinct.
Ohkura ducked away from the hand and got out of the car.
Murakami proceeded to do the same. “So, you’ll be alright?” he asked, leaning against the car.
Ohkura nodded. “Maybe. Thanks though.”
“Maybe Ryo can hook you up with one of his model friends? I hear they have large breasts. You used to love those once upon a time,” Murakami said.
Ohkura scoffed. “I’ll think about it if it will make you feel better,” he said as he walked towards his door. “Thank you for the ride,” he said and bowed toward Murakami.
“Anytime!” Murakami replied. “Now, go get some sleep,” he said as he got back into his car.
“I will,” Ohkura replied as he opened the door to his house and walked in. He turned around and waved once more to Murakami.
Murakami waved back and then pulled out of the driveway onto the road.
Ohkura walked into his house and closed the door behind him. He would have to lead a life without the one person he truly loved the most. At that moment, he didn’t know how he was going to do it, but he would have to make it happen. After all, the one he loved already made the decision, a decision that didn’t include Ohkura.
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