{FIC} Love in Snow
Love in Snow
Pairing: JunDa, hint of KoKame
Genre: AU/drama/angst/fluff in some parts
Rating: PG13
Beta: kissmegreen
Word Count: 2,350
Chapter(s): Prologue/?
Disclaimer: Sadly, the JunDa couple and the other members of Kat-tun do not belong to me; the plot is all I got :((
Summary:
On a rare snowy morning in November, smooth on his feet, underpaid choreographer, Taguchi Junnosuke, fell in love with the beautiful musician and boxer-in-training, Ueda Tatsuya. But what starts off as a dream come true turns into a horrid nightmare, when the man he loves wakes up one morning with no memory of him and claiming to be someone else…
NOTES: the story will probably consist of 4 to 5 chapters or more depending on the length of each part. This story is intended to be angsty and kind of depressing, due to my strong desire to torture the JunDa couple, especially Junno (but it’s all out of love xD) but there will be some fluffy cuteness moments, which will make more sense in the next part.
I hope everyone will enjoy this story, even though many of you will probably feel the need to slash my tires during most of it lol ;^^ At first, I was really unsure about posting the prologue and continue with this plot, since it was only my second JunDa fic as well as only my second chaptered fic, but the lovelykissmegreenhas given me a lot of support and has graciously taken her time to beta for me, so I owe her a lot for giving me the confidence to post it :)
So, without further ado, here is the prologue to Love in Snow. Enjoy~
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Prologue
He awoke to the rays of the sun as they peeked through the thin dark blue curtains of his bedroom. These rays blinded him briefly for a few seconds before he rolled on his back to evade them, and reached up with hands to rub the sleep from his eyes.
He ran his hands over his face, hoping to shake off some of the drowsiness.
‘It can’t be 7am already, can it?’ He complained inside his head.
He moaned in irritation, not wanting to get up and leave the warmth of his bed just yet. Not wanting to leave the silken sheets, the thick navy comforter…
…nor the long part of arms that were wrapped around his slender waist and were pressing him tightly against the warm, soft chest of another…no, it was just too comfy to leave…
He buried his face back into the pillow, hoping to fall back to sleep before his eyes widen, a concerning thought was lingering in his mind.
‘Wait…did he just say arms?’
Confused, his eyes followed those long arms to their owner, noting the length of each finger and the silkiness of the skin. As he turned to his left, his eyes grew even wider.
A man. It was a man…sleeping next to him.
Stuck in a state of shock, he could only stare at this rather handsome stranger.
From the looks of his arms and from where their legs had been entangled in sleep, the man was probably very tall or at least, taller than him. He had a long, elegant neck that connected to a perfectly chiseled face. His black hair was cut short, but slightly longer to the left side of his face. His skin was slightly tan, without a single blemish or scar, and from the feel of the man’s hands on his waist, he could tell they were smooth and soft to the touch.
The man’s perfect facial features looked so angelic in his sleep. His face expressed nothing but calmness and peacefulness as he slept, which made him look even more ethereal and unreal.
As he continued to study the man, he began to wonder what the color of his eyes were…were they black as the night like his hair…or perhaps something different like blue or green…?
He was concerned when something deep in the back of his mind and a powerful feeling in his chest told him that the man’s eyes were brown. A deep chocolate brown that would turn even darker when looking at him, with deep love and affection…
‘And just how did he know that? When he had never seen the man with his eyes open?’
His eyes continued to travel down, noticing the man’s bare chest and stomach that the white sheets barely hid. And even though the area from his waist down was covered, he knew for certain that the man had no pants on.
The man, a stranger, was naked in his bed…
...and so was he….
Startled, he jerked himself into a sitting position, ignoring the chill that hit his skin as the covers fell away from his naked chest. As he leapt out the bed, he looked down at the stranger, who was still lost in sleep, wondering how the hell he got there.
‘Did he leave the apartment door unlocked by accident?’
‘Was he some stalker that snuck into his room?’
‘Was the man someone he’d picked up last night?’
‘Did he meet him in a bar or something and had taken him home?’
‘Did he drink too much?’
‘Wait, what exactly did he do last night?’
He racked his brain, searching for the memories of barely a half of a day ago. He had hoped that those memories would help him identify the sleeping man in his bed…but to his horror, he couldn’t remember doing anything unusual yesterday…nothing at all…
‘Maybe he really did drink last night. That’s why he didn’t remember…’
But he didn’t feel hung over. No nausea or headache. No bitter after-taste of alcohol or the weak feeling due to dehydration. No evidence of him drinking or having consumed anything that would cause his lapse in memory.
‘What the heck is going on? Why don’t I remember him?’
Then suddenly, a frightening thought occurred to him as he suddenly looked closely at his surrounding area. The navy blue covers and white sheets, the dark blue curtains, the wooden floor, the posters on the wall, the lone desk in the corner….all these things….didn’t belong to him…not a single thing.
This wasn’t his room.
It had to be this man’s bedroom…in this man’s own apartment…but that still didn’t answer any of the questions that were still plaguing his mind.
‘Why didn’t he catch that before?’
‘Why had he been so confident it was his room, his apartment he was in?’
‘How did he get here…and not being able to remember a single thing?’
Maybe…the man must’ve drugged him or something last night. That must’ve happened! He had slipped him something in his drink somehow or knocked him out and forced him against his will and brought him back to his apartment.
However, something in his mind told him that wasn’t true…that he had come with this man willingly….that he slept in a place, next to a person whom he had known for a long time….no fuss, no fight, like being together was natural, normal.
Something also told him that this man was too good, too kind to ever take advantage of anyone, let alone someone he loved.
‘Someone he loved…? What?’
‘What was he thinking? What’s going on?’
He began to shake in fear and confusion as his thoughts and feelings continued to fight one another over existence of this handsome stranger. He started to grow extremely nervous and distraught; he chewed his lip harshly and ran his hands through his long, silky hair.
He stopped.
‘Long hair? He didn’t have long hair…’
His eyes widen as he ran his hands over his head urgently, pulling and tugging, testing the length of his hair. It was just above his shoulders; he could feel his long bangs against his face and brushing against his bare shoulders, and from the corner of his eyes, he could tell, it appeared to be a light reddish brown color, like copper.
‘How…?’
Never in his life had he ever had long hair. In fact, his hair was normally short and naturally black. But this…he had never had hair like this. Not even as a child.
And he suddenly remembered getting his hair cut recently, a couple of days ago, so it couldn’t have possibly gotten this long in that short amount of time…right?
‘What the-’
‘Something is wrong…something is very wrong…what’s happening…what’s wrong with me…?’
Starting to breath heavily, he turned around to face the glass covered closet that almost covered the entire left side of the bedroom.
His shaking grew as he stared at his exposed self in the mirrors.
He couldn’t even recognize himself….this mirror version of him…
It was like someone had transported his brain into someone else’s body entirely. His own body felt weird, awkward, and not at all like him. Like he was an alien, in his own skin.
‘I must be going crazy’, he thought, still shaking violently.
Not only he had his hair grown out and had been dyed lighter, but he had gotten more muscular, bigger. His waist was still small but his arms were heavier and his normally smooth stomach was ripped with a six pack. His face had filled out more, to which the long hair framed perfectly. His nose looked slightly crooked, like it had been broken once or twice…but that didn’t diminish the natural beauty of his face.
His skin appeared to be slightly darker, looked healthier. His ears were pierced multiple times, and his hands were callused, from what seemed like years of hard labor.
This was not his body…
This was not him…this couldn’t be him…this must be a joke.
But it wasn’t a joke. There was no doubt.
The face he saw in the mirror was his. The body attached, belonged to him. The person in the mirror was him…
‘…I am crazy…,’
He backed away as his legs grew weak. So weak that he fell back onto the bed, his arm knocking a few items off the nightstand and onto the hard wood floor.
One of those items that had landed not-too-gently onto the floor caught his attention. He reached down and picked it up with his shaking, sweaty hands.
It was a photo.
A photo taken of hi--the him in the mirror and the sleeping man in the bed.
He covered his mouth in shock, his eyes widening.
In the picture, the taller man had his arms wrapped around the waist of the mirror-him and was leaning in towards him, his cheek tilted to the side and upward slightly, asking innocently for a kiss. The mirror-him didn’t appear to waste time in giving the man a sweet kiss on the cheek, smirking cutely as he did so, making the black haired man smile beautifully in pure delight.
In this picture, it was perfectly clear.
He knew this man…this supposed stranger…and knew him VERY well.
But he didn’t remember him. No memory. No recollection. Not even a name came to mind.
‘Who was he?’
The fear and anxiety reached its highest peak as he noticed the alarm clock to his right, resting on the night stand.
In the small neon letters on the bottom left corner, it read: 2012/10/21
October 21, 2012…
…2012…
The last date he remembered was…in January..January 10...
January 10, 2008.
More than four and a half years ago…
At that point his whole body began to convulse, sweat covered his face, and drenched his hair. It grew harder and harder to breathe and sharp pains surged like bolts of electricity through his stomach, making bile rise in his throat. His head became like lead and ached so painfully that it brought tears to his eyes. He grabbed his head and shook it side to side, to wake him up from this terrifying dream.
It had to be a dream. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be….
“Good morning.”
A deep but joyful voice stilled his movements, and he flinched violently when an arm encircled his waist, and a soft pair of lips were pressed on to the back his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
“What are you still doing here? Aren’t you going to the gym?”
The gym? What?
“Did you decide that you would rather spend the whole day in bed with me? I guess after the last night I wouldn’t blame you,” the man laughed as he proceeded to place more kisses along his neck and shoulders, tracing his tongue over the still fresh bite marks, left from the night before.
This was so intimate…not at all like strangers…not like a one-night stand… like they were…they were…
…lovers…
Unable to hold the tears anymore, he sobbed silently, lines of water streaming down his cheeks.
Last night? What happened last night?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Where am I?
Suddenly the nausea became too much. He flung himself out of the man’s arms and ran into the direction of the bathroom…tripping over piles of clothes as he went.
Reaching the small bathroom, he threw himself on to the stool, and emptied whatever he would’ve eaten last night into the toilet. He continued for what seemed like hours, until the painful dry heaves told him that there was nothing more in his stomach but acid.
When he was done, he leaned against the wall, exhausted. His blurry vision could barely make out the sickly white walls of the bathroom and the outline of a tall figure standing above him.
Faintly, he could hear the man calling him.
“Uepi? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Uepi? Uepi?! TATSUYA?!”
Uepi? Uepi? Who…? A pet name..?
No…that’s not right.
He jerked away from the hands that reached for him, ignoring the way his chest ached at the seeing the hurt that flickered through the man’s eyes.
“Stay away from me!” he yelled, pushing himself so hard against the wall he thought he might fall through it.
“Uepi?”
“Stay away!”
“Why? What did I do?”
“Go away! Leave me alone!”
The man pulled his hands away and stood back, confused.
“Uepi, what’s wrong with you? Did something happen last night? Why are you being so-?”
“Quit calling me that!”
“Calling you what, baby? What’s wrong?” the man looked so concerned that it almost broke his heart.
He knew he was being unreasonable…
But he had just woken up in a strange bed, in a strange apartment, with no memory of the past four and a half years, with a strange man calling him by his first name…right now, he was beyond being reasoned with….
“Just stop…please, just stop.”
“Uepi? Tatsuya…”
“You don‘t know me…stop it…quit calling me that…”
“What? What are you talking about-?”
Those hands reached for him again, aching to pull him into a warm embrace. And while his body ached to be held by this person…his mind would have none of it.
“Don’t touch me! I don’t know you…don’t touch me!”
The man’s hand stopped and he stood back in shock, with an absolute look of terror on his face.
“Wha…what do y-“
“I said I don’t know you! Who are you?! What am I doing there?! Did you kidnap me---where---wha-What’s going on?!” he screamed in frustration at the man, clawing franticly at his face and head, curling up into the fetal position.
He silently prayed for this man to give him a clear answer; that he, this person who looked as equally frightened and confused as he was, would have all of the answers.
But sadly, he was met with disappointment when the giant continued to stand there in shock, his mouth moving but unable to produce a sound.
Slowly, he felt his body grow cold…his vision darkening…his mind swimming…and then suddenly, his overly stressed body swayed and pitched forward dangerously onto the tile floor below.
The last thing he heard was the man screaming ‘his name’ again…before he blacked out.
Who are you?
~TBC~
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Okay, that's the end of the prologue. So, do you guys love it? Hate it? Want more? Want to shoot me for ruining the fluffy JunDa-morning-after-sex-bedscene? Which I perfectly understand lol. Just let me know what you think! :DD
I probably should've mentioned this above, but as far as updates go, I'll try to be as quick with updates as I possibly can. I should be able to unless school starts to get too crazy. Hopefully I can finish the whole story by Thanksgiving, so I won't have to deal with extra hours of work as well. But I'll try my best! ^___^
And don't worry, there will be cuteness in the next chapter. So I hope the weirdness of the prologue doesn't scary anyone off just yet ^.^
And thanks again for kissmegreen for beta-ing for me and for her awesome advice! *HUGGLES*
And some huggles to Junno too...for the future torture I will dash out to him in this story, so he really, REALLY needs one *HUGGLES* Speaking of Junno, who wouldn't want to wake up next to this in the morning? Can you picture it? O.o
*drools* Oh Uepi, you are so damn lucky~
Thanks for reading! ;))
And it's really late but i have to say:
**HAPPY 27th BIRTHDAY TANAKA KOKI! xDDDDD **
I HOPE YOU HAD AN AWESOME ONE! MY DEAR SMEXY RAPPER! *HUGS*