"Kurosagi/Code Blue crossover" and "Light and Dark"
Kurosagi/Code Blue crossover
“Kurosaki!” Tanabe Satoshi yelled out down the hospital hall. The man didn’t respond, so he ran towards him and stopped him.
The man had broader shoulders, perm hair, with a different air of confidence, but outer appearances didn’t matter to swindlers; the guy still had that same calm and cold demeanor. “Kurosaki, right?”
The doctor turned around and looked him over. “You’ve got the wrong person.”
Satoshi got the clue and nodded. “Oh, I see, yea, this is my first time meeting you too.” He must be on-the-job right now, he thought to himself.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”
“Of course, I’m sorry.” Satoshi watched as he walked towards another ward and picked up some patient charts.
“Aizawa-sensei, quickly, I need help in this room,” a passing nurse called to him, and he ran off after her.
“Hmm, Aizawa, huh? I’ll have to check this out. Seems like a big job he’s pulling off right now.”
Later, Satoshi found him in the cafeteria, sitting alone at a table. He walked over, dropping his tray on the table as an announcement of this arrival.
“So, long time no see. Surprised to see me out of prison?”
Aizawa barely acknowledged him, simply answering, “I don’t know who you think I am, but I don’t know you.”
“Look, no one is around, you can cut the act.”
“I am not acting. This is my workplace and if it’s not an emergency, could you please leave me to eat in peace?”
Satoshi was beginning to doubt his assumption. “So, you’re not Kurosaki?”
“No.”
“That’s so weird, because I know someone who looks exactly like you.” After a few moments of silence, Satoshi sat back in his chair and stared at him. Aizawa finished his food and started picking up his tray, without even a glance toward the other man.
Satoshi watched as he walked away and sighed. Where is the real Kurosaki?
Light and Dark
Daito's not sure when Sebasu started showing up in his everyday life. His fellow actors had always told him to immerse himself into the character, but perhaps this was just taking that a little too far. His co-stars started calling him that as shooting progressed. At first, he went along with the silly nickname, but then somehow, the character started showing up in his dreams and then in his kitchen!
Sebasu would say, "You're not cutting the carrots right. They're supposed to be this thick and not shaped like squares," while he was cooking dinner for himself late at night.
One time, while Daito was on-set, he even saw Sebasu in the corner of his eye, whispering, "You need to be more sensitive when you're saying these lines, imagine how Yuiko would feel."
When the director yelled cut, Daito quietly left the room for a moment and stepped outside. "What the heck is this?!" He screamed suddenly, fed up with the hallucinations or whatever it was.
As expected, Sebasu was standing right next to Daito, arms folded and smirking the exact same crooked smile Daito had.
"Am I playing you or are you playing me?" Daito asked, exasperated.
Sebasu cocked his head and shrugged, "What do you think?"
“Kurosaki!” Tanabe Satoshi yelled out down the hospital hall. The man didn’t respond, so he ran towards him and stopped him.
The man had broader shoulders, perm hair, with a different air of confidence, but outer appearances didn’t matter to swindlers; the guy still had that same calm and cold demeanor. “Kurosaki, right?”
The doctor turned around and looked him over. “You’ve got the wrong person.”
Satoshi got the clue and nodded. “Oh, I see, yea, this is my first time meeting you too.” He must be on-the-job right now, he thought to himself.
“If you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”
“Of course, I’m sorry.” Satoshi watched as he walked towards another ward and picked up some patient charts.
“Aizawa-sensei, quickly, I need help in this room,” a passing nurse called to him, and he ran off after her.
“Hmm, Aizawa, huh? I’ll have to check this out. Seems like a big job he’s pulling off right now.”
Later, Satoshi found him in the cafeteria, sitting alone at a table. He walked over, dropping his tray on the table as an announcement of this arrival.
“So, long time no see. Surprised to see me out of prison?”
Aizawa barely acknowledged him, simply answering, “I don’t know who you think I am, but I don’t know you.”
“Look, no one is around, you can cut the act.”
“I am not acting. This is my workplace and if it’s not an emergency, could you please leave me to eat in peace?”
Satoshi was beginning to doubt his assumption. “So, you’re not Kurosaki?”
“No.”
“That’s so weird, because I know someone who looks exactly like you.” After a few moments of silence, Satoshi sat back in his chair and stared at him. Aizawa finished his food and started picking up his tray, without even a glance toward the other man.
Satoshi watched as he walked away and sighed. Where is the real Kurosaki?
Light and Dark
Daito's not sure when Sebasu started showing up in his everyday life. His fellow actors had always told him to immerse himself into the character, but perhaps this was just taking that a little too far. His co-stars started calling him that as shooting progressed. At first, he went along with the silly nickname, but then somehow, the character started showing up in his dreams and then in his kitchen!
Sebasu would say, "You're not cutting the carrots right. They're supposed to be this thick and not shaped like squares," while he was cooking dinner for himself late at night.
One time, while Daito was on-set, he even saw Sebasu in the corner of his eye, whispering, "You need to be more sensitive when you're saying these lines, imagine how Yuiko would feel."
When the director yelled cut, Daito quietly left the room for a moment and stepped outside. "What the heck is this?!" He screamed suddenly, fed up with the hallucinations or whatever it was.
As expected, Sebasu was standing right next to Daito, arms folded and smirking the exact same crooked smile Daito had.
"Am I playing you or are you playing me?" Daito asked, exasperated.
Sebasu cocked his head and shrugged, "What do you think?"