[FIC] The Adventures of Miyao
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Wooyeah second fic! Don't ask me why I'm suddenly having urges to write these stuff. And don't expect them to be regular or frequent! >"<
The Adventures of Miyao
Miyao caught in the web of Akame’s relationship issues. It’s more complicated than he thinks. Or it’s that simple, really.
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.
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Miyao wonders if it’s a blessing or a curse to have met Kamenashi.
Blessing because he would mistake Kame for an Angel sent from heaven and a curse because Kame can be a Devil at times.
Kame seems to be a great person, and Miyao thinks he would make a really good friend too.
Recently, he’s been acting strange around Kame, and doesn’t know how not to. Uchi and Tegoshi seemed to be giving him weird looks lately, but he can’t stop all the strange things he does.
Somehow, Kame’s band member, Akanishi Jin, came to know about his behaviour and confronted him one day.
It was all quite surreal.
.
.
.
“Hey. You Miyao Shuntarou?” A man with a funny looking fedora asked.
“Um. Yes. Can I help you? Are you a stalker?”
“I’m Akanishi Jin from KAT-TUN. One of Kazuya’s band member.”
Miyao raised an eyebrow at the first name emphasis.
“Just dropping by to say hello to his colleagues, that’s all. I’m always concerned about his working environment.” Friendly-but-not-so-friendly smile.
“Oh, we’re working fine together. Lately it’s been busy, but-”
“Not too fine, I hope. There’s always a line between personal and work.” Another friendly-but-not-so-friendly smile.
“I’m sorry, is there something you’d like to see me for?”
“Ah, yes, please take good care of Kazuya, thank you very much.” Bows.
“Sure, you’re welcome.” Bows back.
And things started to get more surreal after that.
.
.
.
Kame started to get a bit touchy with him, and he doesn’t know how to react.
He kind of knows Kame is a touchy-feely person, judging from the way he usually slips an arm around Uchi and how he accepts Tegoshi’s from-the-back hugs.
But he isn’t familiar with holding hands and pretty smiles and coy looks and...
Well, you’re only exposed to so much as a ballet dancer, you know.
Even if you’re at an age where nothing can surprise you or take you aback.
So Miyao returns these touches, these smiles, these looks.
And somehow Aka-what’s-his-name knows and things started to get ugly.
.
.
.
“Wha- oompf!”
“Mmmmpfasdfghjkl;”
“Ack!”
“Akanishi!”
“Stop! Stop it-”
Heavy pants. Large in take of breath. Glare. Confused stares.
“...”
“What is going on?”
“Nothing.”
A magazine stepped over and lay cold on the ground.
.
.
.
Miyao is rubbish with guys crying in front of him. He knows how to handle a lady sobbing in his arms, but a guy? A guy whose name starts with Kamenashi and ends with Kazuya? Damn.
So he takes Kame back home and tries to stir up a mean dish (though his attempts fail so badly Kame had to step in) and after a bottle or two of beer, they both ended up in Kame’s house.
“Miyao, thank you.”
“Uh. It’s fi-fah-fineee.” Gulps a mouthful of good red wine.
“No, really. Thank you.”
“Mm-hmm.” More wine.
“I have something to tell you...”
“Yesh?” Hiccups.
“JinandIarekindalikeacoupleandwewererequarrellingrecentlyandI’vebeenusingyoutomakehimjealous.”
“...”
“Hey, Miyao?”
“...”
“Are you alright there?”
“...”
“Hehehehe~” Faints.
“...Shit.”
.
.
.
The next day, Miyao woke up and, for a moment, thought he must have done some goddamn good charity to deserve an afterlife in a room of his dreams.
Then he wondered how he died in the first place.
Which led him to remember...
OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He hurriedly threw off the covers and checked his pants.
WTF am I thinking? Hahahahaha!
And promptly jumped off the bed and rushed down a flight of stairs.
“Kame! Is anyone at home? Hello?”
“...”
Perhaps the greatest regret of his life was to push that hot pink button with a “Push me if you came in the house without a key but want to get out” sign on it.
.
.
.
When Kame came back after receiving 1582 calls from Miyao, he came back with three packed lunches, one strawberry pudding and two packets of cigarettes.
Oh, and one more Akanishi Jin.
.
.
.
Miyao still wonders if it’s a blessing or a curse to have met Kamenashi. Blessing because he’s now got one good friend, and curse because he has to endure (if not forcibly participate in) all his relationship issues.
END
Wooyeah second fic! Don't ask me why I'm suddenly having urges to write these stuff. And don't expect them to be regular or frequent! >"<
The Adventures of Miyao
Miyao caught in the web of Akame’s relationship issues. It’s more complicated than he thinks. Or it’s that simple, really.
.
.
.
Miyao wonders if it’s a blessing or a curse to have met Kamenashi.
Blessing because he would mistake Kame for an Angel sent from heaven and a curse because Kame can be a Devil at times.
Kame seems to be a great person, and Miyao thinks he would make a really good friend too.
Recently, he’s been acting strange around Kame, and doesn’t know how not to. Uchi and Tegoshi seemed to be giving him weird looks lately, but he can’t stop all the strange things he does.
Somehow, Kame’s band member, Akanishi Jin, came to know about his behaviour and confronted him one day.
It was all quite surreal.
.
.
.
“Hey. You Miyao Shuntarou?” A man with a funny looking fedora asked.
“Um. Yes. Can I help you? Are you a stalker?”
“I’m Akanishi Jin from KAT-TUN. One of Kazuya’s band member.”
Miyao raised an eyebrow at the first name emphasis.
“Just dropping by to say hello to his colleagues, that’s all. I’m always concerned about his working environment.” Friendly-but-not-so-friendly smile.
“Oh, we’re working fine together. Lately it’s been busy, but-”
“Not too fine, I hope. There’s always a line between personal and work.” Another friendly-but-not-so-friendly smile.
“I’m sorry, is there something you’d like to see me for?”
“Ah, yes, please take good care of Kazuya, thank you very much.” Bows.
“Sure, you’re welcome.” Bows back.
And things started to get more surreal after that.
.
.
.
Kame started to get a bit touchy with him, and he doesn’t know how to react.
He kind of knows Kame is a touchy-feely person, judging from the way he usually slips an arm around Uchi and how he accepts Tegoshi’s from-the-back hugs.
But he isn’t familiar with holding hands and pretty smiles and coy looks and...
Well, you’re only exposed to so much as a ballet dancer, you know.
Even if you’re at an age where nothing can surprise you or take you aback.
So Miyao returns these touches, these smiles, these looks.
And somehow Aka-what’s-his-name knows and things started to get ugly.
.
.
.
“Wha- oompf!”
“Mmmmpfasdfghjkl;”
“Ack!”
“Akanishi!”
“Stop! Stop it-”
Heavy pants. Large in take of breath. Glare. Confused stares.
“...”
“What is going on?”
“Nothing.”
A magazine stepped over and lay cold on the ground.
.
.
.
Miyao is rubbish with guys crying in front of him. He knows how to handle a lady sobbing in his arms, but a guy? A guy whose name starts with Kamenashi and ends with Kazuya? Damn.
So he takes Kame back home and tries to stir up a mean dish (though his attempts fail so badly Kame had to step in) and after a bottle or two of beer, they both ended up in Kame’s house.
“Miyao, thank you.”
“Uh. It’s fi-fah-fineee.” Gulps a mouthful of good red wine.
“No, really. Thank you.”
“Mm-hmm.” More wine.
“I have something to tell you...”
“Yesh?” Hiccups.
“JinandIarekindalikeacoupleandwewererequarrellingrecentlyandI’vebeenusingyoutomakehimjealous.”
“...”
“Hey, Miyao?”
“...”
“Are you alright there?”
“...”
“Hehehehe~” Faints.
“...Shit.”
.
.
.
The next day, Miyao woke up and, for a moment, thought he must have done some goddamn good charity to deserve an afterlife in a room of his dreams.
Then he wondered how he died in the first place.
Which led him to remember...
OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He hurriedly threw off the covers and checked his pants.
WTF am I thinking? Hahahahaha!
And promptly jumped off the bed and rushed down a flight of stairs.
“Kame! Is anyone at home? Hello?”
“...”
Perhaps the greatest regret of his life was to push that hot pink button with a “Push me if you came in the house without a key but want to get out” sign on it.
.
.
.
When Kame came back after receiving 1582 calls from Miyao, he came back with three packed lunches, one strawberry pudding and two packets of cigarettes.
Oh, and one more Akanishi Jin.
.
.
.
Miyao still wonders if it’s a blessing or a curse to have met Kamenashi. Blessing because he’s now got one good friend, and curse because he has to endure (if not forcibly participate in) all his relationship issues.
END