its been so long and all i could give you is crappy drabbles...
i sound like a broken record, huh? always apologizing for the long gaps of no updates X_X!
i'll try to make it up to you with some really...okay drabbles.
all of them are yamaki, and were really some random moments...
yamaki/tsukuro
really short stuff.
TsuKuro
"You just keep pushing and pushing. How many times do I have to do this for you to understand?"
"Wh-what?"
"Please. Leave me alone. I don't need yo-"
"I'm just worr-"
"Damnit Tsurara! Leave me alone."
Her eyes widen.
"I can't keep fighting you. It gets harder and harder to win."
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yamaki
i. playful
"Ah Yatta!"
"Wow, sugee! Omedetou~!"
He raises his hand, smiling down at her. She quickly reciprocates, placing her palm softly against his in a mild mannered high-five. She just successfully passed the first round to one of his PSP games, with his help of course.
When her hand begins to slip away, his fingers lock in between hers, his smile diminishing each second he brings their arms down between them. Tilting her head, she looks to him questioningly.
He doesn't respond, instead looks down to their hands just in time to see her fingers relax, molding against his.
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ii. rubber band
Eh? What is that? A lonely band broke the empty surface of his dresser.
"Hair tie?" He whispers to himself when he picks it up for further inspection. Suddenly his eyes light up in recognition.
"Maki-chan must've forgot it when..." Deciding the rest did not need to be said aloud, he smiles sheepishly, slipping the black band onto his right wrist.
It'll be his good luck for the performance of his first solo single, "Daite Senorita" on Shounen Club. Having something of hers with him really put ease at his shaky heart.
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iii. behind the scenes
"Onegaishimasu! Onegaishimasu!"
She stumbles on her feet, falling to the floor, her hand clutching her bag desparately.
"Onegaishimasu." She manages to cry out, one last time before surrendering to her tears.
"Hai~ cut! Subarashi, Maki-chan." The director gives his call for the end of the scene and the staff claps softly, giving their encouraging words to the young actress. She nods in thanks without raising her head. Instead, she brings her hands to her face, a surprise wail releases from between her fingers.
He is with her not even a second after realizing just how overwhelmed she became after the scene. He grabs her shoulders, helping her to her feet and into his arms. He doesn't hesitate to squeeze tightly, placing a hand behind her head to cradle it between his neck and shoulders.
He coos at her, Daijoubu. Wakarishimata. Saa, saa.
The set is quiet, aside from a few hush chatter. An actress being carried away with their work is not something new to them. Yet her seeing her co-star comfort and ease her away from the heavy feelings she might've built up for the scene, is a tender moment.
That in itself is something rare they were more than lucky to witness.
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i promise you guys though, i have been writing and i'm no where near quitting on you guys either. so i'm sorry but have some faith ...i'll be appearing again.
and btw -- i feel like the only one in my flist maybe, but i'm participating in jewhiteday, so anticipate for that too!
i hope to update soon.