{00:10 drabbles} // various Johnnys
Played a writing game with Pippa, Rin, and Jenni, where we had exactly ten minutes to write a drabble for different prompts each time. Here are my results. \o/
communication problems
Kawai, Tsukada
PG-13, 199 words
When Kawai returns from the war, it's more than just the shadows behind his eyes and his still-pronounced limp that shocks Tsukada. It's his reticence, the way he's withdrawn into a shell of silence, that makes Tsukada feel uncomfortable and unsure in the presence of the man who had been his best friend. And when Kawai does speak, it's in clipped, short sentences, commands when he should be requesting, blurting out rude comments without a care for anyone's feelings.
The rest of their friends are shocked to find Kawai so changed as well, but they're less forgiving. Kawai suddenly finds himself with a reputation for being aloof, for being self-important, and from being the center of attention at parties before the war, he now lurks in the shadowy corners, with only spiked punch (and Tsukada) for company.
Eventually even Tsukada's friendship cools, aided by the odd, abrasive way Kawai speaks.
It's not until Tsukada almost calls him out that Kawai finally tells him the truth. He'd been wounded in the war - a bullet to the head - which hadn't killed him, but had damaged some vital part of his brain that connected his mind to his speech functions.
personal space (+ image)
Koichi/Tsuyoshi, J-Friends
PG?, 310 words
The thing with Johnnys, thinks Koichi, is that nobody has a concept of the idea of personal space.
Take Nagase, for instance. Half the time, when Koichi gets home, Nagase is already there, wearing Koichi's bathrobe, sprawled across Koichi's couch, drinking Koichi's strawberry milk. Take all of TOKIO, for that matter. It isn't enough that they're naked all the time in their own dressing room, no, they have to saunter around invading other people's dressing rooms in their birthday suits.
Take V6, then, as another example. They're always rubbing up on one another, or passing around saliva in that ridiculous social convention called kissing. Go and Ken are bad enough when they get together, like a shoujo manga, but there's Sakamoto and Nagano too, who Inocchi is always calling out for doing "such things" at their ages. (Unfortunately, Koichi has seen - accidentally! - exactly what "such things" entails, to the detriment of his poor, already-been-assaulted-by-TOKIO eyes.)
Take Tsuyoshi. It's not enough that Koichi has to work with the man for the greater part of every week, lives and breathes with him when on tour, partnered for the rest of their lives. These days, Tsuyoshi has taken to invading Koichi's thoughts too, always there with that flirty smile of his, or that teasing light in his eyes, when Koichi is trying to think about cooking spaghetti. Or the theory of relativity. Or Michael Schumacher.
It takes awhile to think of a proper revenge on Tsuyoshi for invading his privacy like that, but then he finally hits on just the thing.
They're in the elevator, by themselves, on the way to film Domoto Kyoudai, when Koichi casually leans forward and cups his palm around Tsuyoshi's ass. The texture is a bit squishy, he finds, so he squeezes (just a bit).
Tsuyoshi doesn't even move his head to say, "Koichi-san, nani shitenen?"
temptation
Yokoo/Fujigaya
PG, 119 words
When it comes to Fujigaya, Yokoo's temptation doesn't rise from all the usual things. Fujigaya can twist his hips, or bite his lips, or look at him with bedroom eyes through that wild hair of his as much as he wants, and Yokoo can honestly say that he doesn't feel the tug of desire at all.
It is, instead, in Fujigaya's vulnerable moments when Yokoo has to keep a tight reign on his own instincts lest he do something he should regret. In the rare moments that Fujigaya leans a weary head against Yokoo's shoulder and lets despairing, heartbreaking tears fall - it's then that Yokoo feels the fire raging hot and hungry at the very center of himself.
"Trust is like a paper. Once it's crumpled it can't be perfect again." (+ image)
Yamada/Yuto, Yamada/Keito
PG, 346 words
Ryosuke always used to think regret was a one time thing. You did something bad, and then you regretted it, and perhaps the feeling would be sustained over a period of time, but then you atoned for your mistake and moved on. He didn't think it would be like this, stabbing him in the gut over and over, every time he looked at Yuto, sometimes when he looked at Keito, and occasionally when he was looking at something that was absolutely unrelated.
The first time he'd regretted it was immediately after the fact. His lips had left Keito's, he'd felt them tingling in a different way from when he kissed Yuto, and the first sharp pang of regret had hit him.
The second time he'd regretted it was when he'd turned around and seen Yuto standing there, looking at him with huge eyes full of betrayal. The regret had washed all over him, practically throbbing in his veins, and he'd been too numb with the feeling to even call out to Yuto as he turned on his heels and ran.
The third time it happened was when Daiki had come into the room, five minutes later, not saying anything but looking at Ryosuke with an expression that showed plainly his disapproval.
Then there was the next four, five, six, ten, twenty, thirty times he'd felt the regret, unable to escape working with Yuto, even more unable to escape his own conscience.
By the time he was able to muster up the courage to properly face Yuto and apologize, he'd lost count of how many times he'd felt the assault of wretched, paralyzing regret.
"Yuto, I really regret it," he'd tried to explain, but there was that feeling again, tripping up the words on his own tongue that was thick and heavy with regret. "I've regretted it so many times... I wish I could undo it... I'm really sorry."
But Yuto had only looked at him and said, "You can regret it as many times as you want, Yama-chan, but I can only trust you one time."
crayons
Nakai, various Johnnys
PG, 278 words
Because he doesn't have enough on his plate already, Nakai calls up a bunch of kouhai one night and invites them out to dinner. (He doesn't have most any of their numbers, but Nagano has Takizawa's number, and from there everything is easy peasy.)
Sakurai arrives first, as expected, looking prim and proper. He's followed in by Fujigaya, still in that stage where he's trying his best to appeal to all the senpais. Then there's a couple of kids whose names Nakai can't remember; then Tegoshi, whom Nakai only knows because what the fuck it's Tegoshi; then another couple of Johnnys he doesn't know. Koichi arrives last (but mostly because Nakai had had to apply to Higashiyama first, before he could even get Koichi to think about putting on a pair of pants and leaving his apartment).
He leads them all into a nice restaurant, motions for everyone to sit down, and then smiles around the table. Tegoshi (smart kid) is the only one to smile back at him with the same fake, sparkling innocence he feels his own his own face, though Fujigaya has his eyes narrowed in suspicion. The rest of them do not know what is coming.
"Ah, here's the first course," he says, barely able to refrain from laughing out loud as the waiters come by to place covered trays in front of each person.
"Itadakima~su!" they all chorus, then eagerly lift the covers to discover... a pad of paper, and drawing materials.
"Whoever draws me the best picture," Nakai tells them, "Is the one whose meal I will pay for tonight. No no, no need to thank me, gentlemen. Now. Are you ready?"
communication problems
Kawai, Tsukada
PG-13, 199 words
When Kawai returns from the war, it's more than just the shadows behind his eyes and his still-pronounced limp that shocks Tsukada. It's his reticence, the way he's withdrawn into a shell of silence, that makes Tsukada feel uncomfortable and unsure in the presence of the man who had been his best friend. And when Kawai does speak, it's in clipped, short sentences, commands when he should be requesting, blurting out rude comments without a care for anyone's feelings.
The rest of their friends are shocked to find Kawai so changed as well, but they're less forgiving. Kawai suddenly finds himself with a reputation for being aloof, for being self-important, and from being the center of attention at parties before the war, he now lurks in the shadowy corners, with only spiked punch (and Tsukada) for company.
Eventually even Tsukada's friendship cools, aided by the odd, abrasive way Kawai speaks.
It's not until Tsukada almost calls him out that Kawai finally tells him the truth. He'd been wounded in the war - a bullet to the head - which hadn't killed him, but had damaged some vital part of his brain that connected his mind to his speech functions.
personal space (+ image)
Koichi/Tsuyoshi, J-Friends
PG?, 310 words
The thing with Johnnys, thinks Koichi, is that nobody has a concept of the idea of personal space.
Take Nagase, for instance. Half the time, when Koichi gets home, Nagase is already there, wearing Koichi's bathrobe, sprawled across Koichi's couch, drinking Koichi's strawberry milk. Take all of TOKIO, for that matter. It isn't enough that they're naked all the time in their own dressing room, no, they have to saunter around invading other people's dressing rooms in their birthday suits.
Take V6, then, as another example. They're always rubbing up on one another, or passing around saliva in that ridiculous social convention called kissing. Go and Ken are bad enough when they get together, like a shoujo manga, but there's Sakamoto and Nagano too, who Inocchi is always calling out for doing "such things" at their ages. (Unfortunately, Koichi has seen - accidentally! - exactly what "such things" entails, to the detriment of his poor, already-been-assaulted-by-TOKIO eyes.)
Take Tsuyoshi. It's not enough that Koichi has to work with the man for the greater part of every week, lives and breathes with him when on tour, partnered for the rest of their lives. These days, Tsuyoshi has taken to invading Koichi's thoughts too, always there with that flirty smile of his, or that teasing light in his eyes, when Koichi is trying to think about cooking spaghetti. Or the theory of relativity. Or Michael Schumacher.
It takes awhile to think of a proper revenge on Tsuyoshi for invading his privacy like that, but then he finally hits on just the thing.
They're in the elevator, by themselves, on the way to film Domoto Kyoudai, when Koichi casually leans forward and cups his palm around Tsuyoshi's ass. The texture is a bit squishy, he finds, so he squeezes (just a bit).
Tsuyoshi doesn't even move his head to say, "Koichi-san, nani shitenen?"
temptation
Yokoo/Fujigaya
PG, 119 words
When it comes to Fujigaya, Yokoo's temptation doesn't rise from all the usual things. Fujigaya can twist his hips, or bite his lips, or look at him with bedroom eyes through that wild hair of his as much as he wants, and Yokoo can honestly say that he doesn't feel the tug of desire at all.
It is, instead, in Fujigaya's vulnerable moments when Yokoo has to keep a tight reign on his own instincts lest he do something he should regret. In the rare moments that Fujigaya leans a weary head against Yokoo's shoulder and lets despairing, heartbreaking tears fall - it's then that Yokoo feels the fire raging hot and hungry at the very center of himself.
"Trust is like a paper. Once it's crumpled it can't be perfect again." (+ image)
Yamada/Yuto, Yamada/Keito
PG, 346 words
Ryosuke always used to think regret was a one time thing. You did something bad, and then you regretted it, and perhaps the feeling would be sustained over a period of time, but then you atoned for your mistake and moved on. He didn't think it would be like this, stabbing him in the gut over and over, every time he looked at Yuto, sometimes when he looked at Keito, and occasionally when he was looking at something that was absolutely unrelated.
The first time he'd regretted it was immediately after the fact. His lips had left Keito's, he'd felt them tingling in a different way from when he kissed Yuto, and the first sharp pang of regret had hit him.
The second time he'd regretted it was when he'd turned around and seen Yuto standing there, looking at him with huge eyes full of betrayal. The regret had washed all over him, practically throbbing in his veins, and he'd been too numb with the feeling to even call out to Yuto as he turned on his heels and ran.
The third time it happened was when Daiki had come into the room, five minutes later, not saying anything but looking at Ryosuke with an expression that showed plainly his disapproval.
Then there was the next four, five, six, ten, twenty, thirty times he'd felt the regret, unable to escape working with Yuto, even more unable to escape his own conscience.
By the time he was able to muster up the courage to properly face Yuto and apologize, he'd lost count of how many times he'd felt the assault of wretched, paralyzing regret.
"Yuto, I really regret it," he'd tried to explain, but there was that feeling again, tripping up the words on his own tongue that was thick and heavy with regret. "I've regretted it so many times... I wish I could undo it... I'm really sorry."
But Yuto had only looked at him and said, "You can regret it as many times as you want, Yama-chan, but I can only trust you one time."
crayons
Nakai, various Johnnys
PG, 278 words
Because he doesn't have enough on his plate already, Nakai calls up a bunch of kouhai one night and invites them out to dinner. (He doesn't have most any of their numbers, but Nagano has Takizawa's number, and from there everything is easy peasy.)
Sakurai arrives first, as expected, looking prim and proper. He's followed in by Fujigaya, still in that stage where he's trying his best to appeal to all the senpais. Then there's a couple of kids whose names Nakai can't remember; then Tegoshi, whom Nakai only knows because what the fuck it's Tegoshi; then another couple of Johnnys he doesn't know. Koichi arrives last (but mostly because Nakai had had to apply to Higashiyama first, before he could even get Koichi to think about putting on a pair of pants and leaving his apartment).
He leads them all into a nice restaurant, motions for everyone to sit down, and then smiles around the table. Tegoshi (smart kid) is the only one to smile back at him with the same fake, sparkling innocence he feels his own his own face, though Fujigaya has his eyes narrowed in suspicion. The rest of them do not know what is coming.
"Ah, here's the first course," he says, barely able to refrain from laughing out loud as the waiters come by to place covered trays in front of each person.
"Itadakima~su!" they all chorus, then eagerly lift the covers to discover... a pad of paper, and drawing materials.
"Whoever draws me the best picture," Nakai tells them, "Is the one whose meal I will pay for tonight. No no, no need to thank me, gentlemen. Now. Are you ready?"