Fanfiction - Enchant (Keito's)
Title: Enchant (Keito's)
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Okamoto Keito X Takaki Yuya
Rating: PG
Summary: Every good fairytale has a charming prince. Every prince has a cute princess in a pretty dress. Where does that put Takaki when a sudden Brit boy becomes oh, so attractive?
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Cross-dressing, crack, fluff~ Oh, and all of the Takaki siblings are sort of crazy.
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki <3
This is the seventh one-shot in a self proclaimed challenge (which is to write a fic for each member. Using words off my desktop wallpaper, which is a pretty heart made out of words. 8D) Next up is Chinen~ ♥
If there was anything Takaki hated about being a guy was the fact that you could never get your Prince Charming. It really, really sucked because everyone knew that the pretty princess in the fluffy dress got the prince, not...well, a pretty boy. Being a boy automatically got you disqualified you.
At least, that's what Takaki thought, up until a year ago.
The day hadn't really been all that special. Everyone was chaotic and noisy, Takaki had been on the couch with Chinen, showing him some new songs, when he looked up to find Keito walking past, in just jeans, a towel draped over his wet hair. “Hey, Takaki~, Yuuri~” The boy from England waved as he passed.
Since then, Takaki had been under a spell.
Who was this Prince Okamoto and where had he come from? Takaki seemed to recall Keito being very awkward (look-wise and actions), and spastic. Keito was far from awkward now, though he could still get really spazzy. He was...well, Takaki couldn't find any other word but 'hot'.
Since when was Okamoto Keito hot?
But he was and since that moment, that passing remark, that smile, Takaki had found his Prince Charming.
Problem: He was still a pretty boy, not a pretty princess in a fluffy dress.
Takaki wasn't sure what to do about said problem. Prince Keito obviously needed a pretty princess and while Takaki was pretty, he wasn't about to get into a dress, at least not that kind. (Hikaru said once he'd end up in something like a lolita corset type dress. It seemed fitting, whatever that was supposed to mean.)
However...In Takaki's mind, Keito was his prince.
This conviction simply grew as Keito become more princely and kind. There were just moments when Keito just made Takaki feel special. Like when Keito complimented Takaki's hair, even though Hikaru had just called it 'cat barf'. Or when he gave Takaki the last of his pocky, just because he knew Takaki loved it.
Takaki was actually content to just stay with how things were. Keito would swoop in and be princely and he'd wait until the other was gone to flail over it. Since he didn't know what to do, it was okay. Things were okay...
Until Hikaru came along...and Yuto. And suddenly Takaki realized that there were several people who could steal the Prince away.
His Prince.
Terrified, Takaki curled up on the couch, watching Hikaru mess Keito's hair up and call him his 'English Girlfriend'.
“This is so wrong!”
Takaki looked around, blinking, trying to find the source of the outburst before realizing that everyone was staring at him.
“Yuuyan, are you okay? What happened?” Yabu appeared at his side, pressing a hand to his forehead.
Takaki twitched and forced a smile. “It's..it's okay!” He smiled. “I...phone.” He held up his phone, which was luckily open because he'd been texting. “Friend...” He blurted out quickly. “Haru-kun said something really dumb...about Sato-san.” He babbled on for a few more moments, just making up stuff, thankful that Miura Haruma probably wouldn't care.
“Oh....Well, keep it down.” Yabu laughed and ruffled Takaki's hair. “You scared us.”
Takaki snuck a glance at Keito and nodded at Yabu. “Yeah...sorry~” He slid off the couch and smiled at everyone. “Well...I'm going to head out of here...See you~” Before he grabbed his bag and coat, dashing out.
This was not good. Not at all. What if someone else stole his Prince Keito? (Because, in Takaki's head, Keito may not be his, but he was Takaki's prince.) What was he going to do?
Screw this. It was a ridiculous idea, but he couldn't think of anything else. He dashed inside, hailing his two older sisters. “Hey. I need your help...” At first, his sisters seemed reluctant to help, but insanity ran in the family and Takaki soon had everything he needed.
He pulled out his phone, texting Keito a quick message. 'Where are you? Do you have plans for tonight?'
His response took a while, but soon his phone buzzed, Keito's reply being 'Went out to dinner with Dad and Yuto, but I've got a lot of homework, so I'll just be at home, what's up?'
Not waiting for a reply, Takaki grabbed the bag that his sisters had prepared for him, kissed them both on the cheek, and bolted for Keito's.
Takaki had learned one good thing from Gokusen filming and that was how to pick a lock. So getting into Keito's empty apartment was easy enough and he was careful to hide the evidence of his being there. Trotting into the younger boy's room, Takaki got to work.
About an hour later, Takaki heard the door open and Keito and his father returning home and nervously touched his hair, knowing exactly how he looked but feeling rather nervous all the same. Keito was going to be in here any moment, Keito was going to walk through that door, Keito was g-Oh look, it was Keito.
Keito had been saying something to his dad as he entered his bedroom, his back to the bed until he shut the door. Takaki's heart was pounding so loudly, he was sure that's what made Keito glance at his bed. Or maybe it was just the fact that that's where Keito was intending to flop his body.
Keito most certainly hadn't walked into his room expecting the sight before him. Takaki Yuya was in a beautiful...dress. In his defense, it wasn't a fluffy dress with a hoop skirt and all that. (Okay, so he'd originally planned on one, but his eldest sister suggested this one.) All things said and done, he didn't look half bad. His hips managed to curve for the dress and his second oldest sister (the owner of the gown) was pretty much flat, so he didn't need anything up there.
Red truly was his color and the lace gloves accented the whole image...as well as the makeup and the way he'd curled his hair. Add some jewelry, and yes, he did look like a princess. He and his sisters (with some input from his brother, yes) were very thorough. Takaki just had to be a princess for Keito, his prince.
Said prince seemed to be in complete and utter shock, slack jawed and eyes wide. There was the longest stretch of silence, the sound of Takaki's heart going into overload pounding in his ears.
Keito drew in a breath and finally spoke, using that adorable, accented English. “What...in the blood hell?”
“Keito...”
“Takaki!”
Keito seemed to spazz for a moment, torn at how to react before he finally settled on crossing over to sit next to Takaki, still staring. “I..uhm...Yuya, what are you doing...?” The younger boy's eyes went down Takaki and then back up, blinking rapidly, though he didn't seem to be...disgusted about it or anything. “What's...what's...” Keito couldn't even seem to find words.
Takaki flushed, stammering, no real words coming out. He had no idea how to explain this. It had made sense a few hours ago but now he didn't know how to explain to Keito that he was supposed to be his princess. (He was currently ignoring the fact that he was a guy. It wouldn't go away, but he could pretend it wasn't there.) “I..eh...wel--...ah..uh...ju-just...”
He fell silent and stared down at his satiny lap.
“....” Keito suddenly chuckled, causing Takaki to jerk his gaze upward. “Yuya...” Keito's smile was dazzling and amused. “I...Yuya, I like you as a guy...”
That had Takaki blinking, his heart still going bonkers. “I..what?”
Keito just laughed and then did something Takaki had dreamed but never thought possible. He kissed Takaki, gently, sweetly on the lips. At this point, Takaki's heart stopped beating, but really, who cared about blood or oxygen at a time like this? He was in heaven.
“....You're such a dork, Yuya...” Keito pulled back after a few moments. “I mean...all of this?”
“You need a princess!” Takaki blurted out, flailing slightly.
Keito was back to blinking, Takaki's ever changing directions obviously confusing him. “What?”
“...It's..nothing...” Takaki muttered, blushing and ducking his head. “I...you're just...” He managed to blurt it out. “You're my prince, Keito!”
...Okay, so Keito really wasn't following Takaki at all. “I'm what?”
“Nothing...” Takaki's cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I..nothing.”
There was a sigh and then Keito's fingers slipped under his chin, tilting his head back up to meet the other's gaze. “When I said I liked you as a guy....I meant I like you.” Keito told him, still smiling. Takaki truly felt like a girl...only he wasn't. “And however pretty you may look right now...You look absolutely fantastic as a boy~”
“...Oh...” Sheepish was the new understatement of the year. Takaki didn't know what to say or think or anything. He just knew he wanted to stare into Keito's eyes forever and live happily ever after.
“Why don't we get you out of all of this...” Keito laughed and kissed his cheek. “And then we can...I don't even know, Yuya. But first, be the boy I fell in love with~”
Hours later, Takaki lay stretched out next to Keito, the other's arms firmly around him, wondering why this hadn't happened sooner. The last little stint of time? There had been nothing better. It was like a dream, only it had been perfectly real and Takaki knew he'd dream about it until more of it came along. He'd been enchanted and Keito didn't seem like he was going to stop bewitching him any time soon. He didn't want it any other way.
***
Takaki had the perfect awakening the next morning. Soft lips were kissing him awake and he blinked his eyes open, slowly focusing on Keito. Prince Keito, because he was, even with mussed hair and rumpled pajamas, a prince.
“Wake up, gorgeous~”
“....I really do feel like your princess...” Takaki admitted before kissing back.
“You're not my princess.” Keito told him gently. “You're my Yuya~”
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Okamoto Keito X Takaki Yuya
Rating: PG
Summary: Every good fairytale has a charming prince. Every prince has a cute princess in a pretty dress. Where does that put Takaki when a sudden Brit boy becomes oh, so attractive?
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Cross-dressing, crack, fluff~ Oh, and all of the Takaki siblings are sort of crazy.
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki <3
This is the seventh one-shot in a self proclaimed challenge (which is to write a fic for each member. Using words off my desktop wallpaper, which is a pretty heart made out of words. 8D) Next up is Chinen~ ♥
If there was anything Takaki hated about being a guy was the fact that you could never get your Prince Charming. It really, really sucked because everyone knew that the pretty princess in the fluffy dress got the prince, not...well, a pretty boy. Being a boy automatically got you disqualified you.
At least, that's what Takaki thought, up until a year ago.
The day hadn't really been all that special. Everyone was chaotic and noisy, Takaki had been on the couch with Chinen, showing him some new songs, when he looked up to find Keito walking past, in just jeans, a towel draped over his wet hair. “Hey, Takaki~, Yuuri~” The boy from England waved as he passed.
Since then, Takaki had been under a spell.
Who was this Prince Okamoto and where had he come from? Takaki seemed to recall Keito being very awkward (look-wise and actions), and spastic. Keito was far from awkward now, though he could still get really spazzy. He was...well, Takaki couldn't find any other word but 'hot'.
Since when was Okamoto Keito hot?
But he was and since that moment, that passing remark, that smile, Takaki had found his Prince Charming.
Problem: He was still a pretty boy, not a pretty princess in a fluffy dress.
Takaki wasn't sure what to do about said problem. Prince Keito obviously needed a pretty princess and while Takaki was pretty, he wasn't about to get into a dress, at least not that kind. (Hikaru said once he'd end up in something like a lolita corset type dress. It seemed fitting, whatever that was supposed to mean.)
However...In Takaki's mind, Keito was his prince.
This conviction simply grew as Keito become more princely and kind. There were just moments when Keito just made Takaki feel special. Like when Keito complimented Takaki's hair, even though Hikaru had just called it 'cat barf'. Or when he gave Takaki the last of his pocky, just because he knew Takaki loved it.
Takaki was actually content to just stay with how things were. Keito would swoop in and be princely and he'd wait until the other was gone to flail over it. Since he didn't know what to do, it was okay. Things were okay...
Until Hikaru came along...and Yuto. And suddenly Takaki realized that there were several people who could steal the Prince away.
His Prince.
Terrified, Takaki curled up on the couch, watching Hikaru mess Keito's hair up and call him his 'English Girlfriend'.
“This is so wrong!”
Takaki looked around, blinking, trying to find the source of the outburst before realizing that everyone was staring at him.
“Yuuyan, are you okay? What happened?” Yabu appeared at his side, pressing a hand to his forehead.
Takaki twitched and forced a smile. “It's..it's okay!” He smiled. “I...phone.” He held up his phone, which was luckily open because he'd been texting. “Friend...” He blurted out quickly. “Haru-kun said something really dumb...about Sato-san.” He babbled on for a few more moments, just making up stuff, thankful that Miura Haruma probably wouldn't care.
“Oh....Well, keep it down.” Yabu laughed and ruffled Takaki's hair. “You scared us.”
Takaki snuck a glance at Keito and nodded at Yabu. “Yeah...sorry~” He slid off the couch and smiled at everyone. “Well...I'm going to head out of here...See you~” Before he grabbed his bag and coat, dashing out.
This was not good. Not at all. What if someone else stole his Prince Keito? (Because, in Takaki's head, Keito may not be his, but he was Takaki's prince.) What was he going to do?
Screw this. It was a ridiculous idea, but he couldn't think of anything else. He dashed inside, hailing his two older sisters. “Hey. I need your help...” At first, his sisters seemed reluctant to help, but insanity ran in the family and Takaki soon had everything he needed.
He pulled out his phone, texting Keito a quick message. 'Where are you? Do you have plans for tonight?'
His response took a while, but soon his phone buzzed, Keito's reply being 'Went out to dinner with Dad and Yuto, but I've got a lot of homework, so I'll just be at home, what's up?'
Not waiting for a reply, Takaki grabbed the bag that his sisters had prepared for him, kissed them both on the cheek, and bolted for Keito's.
Takaki had learned one good thing from Gokusen filming and that was how to pick a lock. So getting into Keito's empty apartment was easy enough and he was careful to hide the evidence of his being there. Trotting into the younger boy's room, Takaki got to work.
About an hour later, Takaki heard the door open and Keito and his father returning home and nervously touched his hair, knowing exactly how he looked but feeling rather nervous all the same. Keito was going to be in here any moment, Keito was going to walk through that door, Keito was g-Oh look, it was Keito.
Keito had been saying something to his dad as he entered his bedroom, his back to the bed until he shut the door. Takaki's heart was pounding so loudly, he was sure that's what made Keito glance at his bed. Or maybe it was just the fact that that's where Keito was intending to flop his body.
Keito most certainly hadn't walked into his room expecting the sight before him. Takaki Yuya was in a beautiful...dress. In his defense, it wasn't a fluffy dress with a hoop skirt and all that. (Okay, so he'd originally planned on one, but his eldest sister suggested this one.) All things said and done, he didn't look half bad. His hips managed to curve for the dress and his second oldest sister (the owner of the gown) was pretty much flat, so he didn't need anything up there.
Red truly was his color and the lace gloves accented the whole image...as well as the makeup and the way he'd curled his hair. Add some jewelry, and yes, he did look like a princess. He and his sisters (with some input from his brother, yes) were very thorough. Takaki just had to be a princess for Keito, his prince.
Said prince seemed to be in complete and utter shock, slack jawed and eyes wide. There was the longest stretch of silence, the sound of Takaki's heart going into overload pounding in his ears.
Keito drew in a breath and finally spoke, using that adorable, accented English. “What...in the blood hell?”
“Keito...”
“Takaki!”
Keito seemed to spazz for a moment, torn at how to react before he finally settled on crossing over to sit next to Takaki, still staring. “I..uhm...Yuya, what are you doing...?” The younger boy's eyes went down Takaki and then back up, blinking rapidly, though he didn't seem to be...disgusted about it or anything. “What's...what's...” Keito couldn't even seem to find words.
Takaki flushed, stammering, no real words coming out. He had no idea how to explain this. It had made sense a few hours ago but now he didn't know how to explain to Keito that he was supposed to be his princess. (He was currently ignoring the fact that he was a guy. It wouldn't go away, but he could pretend it wasn't there.) “I..eh...wel--...ah..uh...ju-just...”
He fell silent and stared down at his satiny lap.
“....” Keito suddenly chuckled, causing Takaki to jerk his gaze upward. “Yuya...” Keito's smile was dazzling and amused. “I...Yuya, I like you as a guy...”
That had Takaki blinking, his heart still going bonkers. “I..what?”
Keito just laughed and then did something Takaki had dreamed but never thought possible. He kissed Takaki, gently, sweetly on the lips. At this point, Takaki's heart stopped beating, but really, who cared about blood or oxygen at a time like this? He was in heaven.
“....You're such a dork, Yuya...” Keito pulled back after a few moments. “I mean...all of this?”
“You need a princess!” Takaki blurted out, flailing slightly.
Keito was back to blinking, Takaki's ever changing directions obviously confusing him. “What?”
“...It's..nothing...” Takaki muttered, blushing and ducking his head. “I...you're just...” He managed to blurt it out. “You're my prince, Keito!”
...Okay, so Keito really wasn't following Takaki at all. “I'm what?”
“Nothing...” Takaki's cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I..nothing.”
There was a sigh and then Keito's fingers slipped under his chin, tilting his head back up to meet the other's gaze. “When I said I liked you as a guy....I meant I like you.” Keito told him, still smiling. Takaki truly felt like a girl...only he wasn't. “And however pretty you may look right now...You look absolutely fantastic as a boy~”
“...Oh...” Sheepish was the new understatement of the year. Takaki didn't know what to say or think or anything. He just knew he wanted to stare into Keito's eyes forever and live happily ever after.
“Why don't we get you out of all of this...” Keito laughed and kissed his cheek. “And then we can...I don't even know, Yuya. But first, be the boy I fell in love with~”
Hours later, Takaki lay stretched out next to Keito, the other's arms firmly around him, wondering why this hadn't happened sooner. The last little stint of time? There had been nothing better. It was like a dream, only it had been perfectly real and Takaki knew he'd dream about it until more of it came along. He'd been enchanted and Keito didn't seem like he was going to stop bewitching him any time soon. He didn't want it any other way.
***
Takaki had the perfect awakening the next morning. Soft lips were kissing him awake and he blinked his eyes open, slowly focusing on Keito. Prince Keito, because he was, even with mussed hair and rumpled pajamas, a prince.
“Wake up, gorgeous~”
“....I really do feel like your princess...” Takaki admitted before kissing back.
“You're not my princess.” Keito told him gently. “You're my Yuya~”