Alone and Unloved- Kitayama Hiromitsu x Fujigaya Taisuke x Yokoo Wataru [1/1]
Title: Alone and Unloved [1/1]
Pairing: Kitayama Hiromitsu x Fujigaya Taisuke x Yokoo Wataru
Hinted: Nikaido Takashi x Senga Kento, Miyata Toshiya x Tamamori Yuta
Band/Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2, A.B.C.-Z
Rated: PG
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Disclaimer: Not mine. D:
Comment: First Kisumai fic, yey :D I didn't think I'd write one nor write that long either. You think 4,000+ words is good xD? I hardly write that long because there's no good plot for me so I'm pretty surprised. Anyways, this will be my first contribution to the group. :3 Tell me what you think of it?
P.S: Lame title. Yus, yus. Lame summary, yus, yus. Also unbeta-ed.
Summary: Kitayama thought it was a good idea at first. He thinks of it as a small payback but...it left unmeasurable consequences.
Fujigaya secretively glanced away from the magazine in his hands to the small groups around him. On the right sat Nikaido and Senga, obviously enjoying each other’s company and feeding each other off of their own bentos. On the left stood Miyata who was giving a shoulder massage to the stressed Tamamori as the younger closed his eyes and smiled softly. He could see the other leaning against the older boy as he reclined a little against his chair. Both pairs seemed wonderfully content after their shooting of Shounen Club. But where was Kitayama and Yokoo?
By the time he asked himself that question, the two suddenly burst into the room laughing. The shorter boy had his arms around the other and both were chatting so excitedly.
“...You guys looked awfully happy about something. What’s up?” Senga asked curiously, looking over to their direction as he stuffed a piece of sushi into Nikaido’s mouth. The other boy also turned to see what all the commotion going on as he chewed slowly.
“Oh my god, you could’ve seen it! Hiro actually tripped over his foot and caused the people in front of him to fall like dominoes! It was so funny!” Yokoo blurted, still laughing as he wiped his eye with a finger. "It was one of the best scenes I've ever witnessed!"
“Oi! It wasn’t my fault! Someone had to shout that was a spider crawling up my leg!” Kitayama defended, although he was laughing with the other. “And I know that someone was you!”
“Nuh uh! You don’t have any proof!”
"Obviously, the staff around us watched everything so there's proof enough!"
“Did someone taped it?” Nikaido asked, almost eagerly. It wasn't everyday that Kitayama would make such an obvious mistake. Hell, when was the last time he ever done that?
“I don’t know. Maybe I should ask, huh?” Yokoo replied, grinning widely.
"Yeah, why don't you?" The other slouched forward, a bit disappointed. "There might be a chance they didn't managed to tape it, ne?"
"And why are you so eager about it?" Kitayama raised a brow in disbelief. Is he serious? Just because I made one small mistake...
“Oi, will you guys stop talking so loudly.” Tamamori cracked his eyes open to stare with irritation. “It’s giving me a headache.”
Miyata looked at the others, smiling apologetically for the younger's reaction.
“Ah…sorry, sorry. We forgot you had studies." The taller boy waved a hand in apology. "Well, then. We'll just leave you alone while we head out to see if someone taped Hiro's accident."
And with that, he pushed the grumbling Kitayama towards the door.
"We'll come along too! Come on, Senga." Nikaido quickly got up to his feet and pulled the younger boy's wrist before following Yokoo and Kitayama. Senga nodded in reply and hurriedly dropped the bento on the couch. The two stepped out moments later, leaving the last three members to their privacy.
Fujigaya merely witnessed the whole interaction but decided not to join the others. If he did, he wouldn't be getting any response from Yokoo and Kitayama. They looked like they were having so much fun without him...he bit his lower lip as his eyes trailed back to the magazine sadly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Closing his eyes, he then let out a deep sigh and placed the magazine beside him before getting up to search for Goseki.
--
October. The start of Kis-My-Ft2 and A.B.C.-Z's very first concert.
Everything was fine and dandy when the two groups performed and the audience really enjoyed it as well. Fujigaya never thought that singing and performing in a extremely large stadium full of cheering fans could be so...amazing. Sure, Shounen Club was the same way but nothing like this. In this case, they were the main attraction.
After their final encore, the two groups joined together and bowed to the audience, thanking them for their presence. The crowd cheered excitedly as they all waved to them and watching them leave the stage.
Fujigaya and Goseki were the last one to leave. They wrapped an arm around each other's shoulders and with an enthusiastic wave, they disappeared backstage. As soon as they entered the room, Fujigaya turned away and sighed. But before anyone could notice, he turned around once more and went back to his cheerful self, saying "Otsukare sama!!"
Goseki was the only one who noticed as he watched the other trotted away.
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"Okay, we have about six rooms booked here." The manager informed, lifting the paper up with a hand. The bands were sitting quietly in the bus, waiting to call their assigned rooms so they could enter the hotel to rest. Concerts are pretty hectic, after all. "Now we need to decide who's going to to room with who. Anyone?"
"I'll room with Gocchi!" Fujigaya raised a hand with a smile and patted the other's shoulder a bit.
Everyone simply looked their way and shrugged. Kitayama turned to Yokoo with a small sigh before saying, "Yokoo and I can share a room."
"Okay then,...anyone else? If not, we'll just assign you guys a room and it doesn't matter if it's someone you don't want to share with."
"Wait, wait! I'm sharing with Nika-chan!" Senga annouced hurriedly, leaning forward and waving an arm. Nikaido crossed his arms and raised a brow before slowly nodding in agreement.
"Me and Fumito can share." Tsukada piped, gesturing to the younger boy and himself with a wide smile. Kawai returned the smile.
"I'll share with Miyacchi." Tamamori spoke up and pointed at Totsuka and Hashimoto. "You guys can take the last room."
"I guess that was already decided, ne, Hasshi?" Totsuka laughed. The younger smiled a bit in response.
"I guess that settles it then. You all can go to the reception desk and asked for your keys. I'll see you all tomorrow."
"Okay." Everyone chorused as they picked up their bags and headed down from the bus. Fujigaya was one of the last to get off and as he did, his eyes wandered to the two boys walking before him, whispering secrets to each other and laughing with amusement. He slowly felt his heart drop with something heavy. Sadness maybe? Probably. He never thought that being left out would feel so painful. Just watching Yokoo and Kitayama enjoying themselves without him...it almost made him cry. And the problem of it all was the fact that those two hung out with each other all day for the past week. They hardly ever talked to him anymore.
"Hey, you alright?" He blinked and turned to Goseki, who wrapped an arm around his shoulder in comfort. He gave the other a reassuring smile. "Of course...why wouldn't I?"
The shorter boy smiled sadly and tilted his head forward, whispering, "It's alright if you don't tell me now." And with that, he patted his shoulder and walked off to the key.
Fujigaya parted his lips slightly as he watched the other leave. Looking away with a small grimace, he shrugged and followed him to the hotel.
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"It's not working, is it?" Yokoo tossed his bags on the couch before jumping onto the bed with a loud exasperating sigh.
"...I don't know. I was hoping he'd give in by now. It's been a full week, after all." Kitayama shook his head as he landed on the bed bonelessly, his face covered in pillow.
"I'm not sure how long will I be able to take it. I can't really stand not talking to Tai-chan..." The taller boy muttered, eyebrows furrowed.
"...Me neither. But you know...he really did hurt us pretty badly."
"Oh, come on now. He was drunk that one time!" Yokoo tried to reason as he turned to the lying figure on the other bed. He believed it was unintentional. He and Kitayama knew what was going to happen when Fujigaya had alcohol in his system. The younger was known to say and do crazy stuff...and this one was no exception.
"Really? He looked pretty sober to me when he said he preferred A.B.C.-Z to us!" The older grumbled dejectedly.
"God, Hiro. Will you stop hanging on that? Tai-chan wouldn't say that when he's sober." Yokoo heaved another sigh as he got up from the bed and grabbed one bag from the couch. "I'm going to take a shower. Tomorrow, we'll just explain everything to Tai-chan, you hear me?"
Kitayama was still grumbling even after the other left. Yokoo did had a point. Fujigaya wouldn't say something like that and he knew the only reason he said that was because they were dragging him away from further drinking. Maybe he overdone it when he thought of this plan. But what could he do? He was hurt. His heart hurt.
Turning around so that he was facing the ceiling, he covered his eyes with an arm. He'll explain tomorrow. That way, everything will get resolved.
--
Rummaging through his bag, Fujigaya managed to find what he was looking for. It was a small velvet burgundy box and within that box sat a beautiful silver ring with a thin silver chain wrapped around. And on the ring was the engraved words, 'Fujigaya Taisuke', and the date, 'June 25'...a birthday present from Kitayama and Yokoo. It was one of things he cherished the most...and maybe that was why he felt like crying his eyes out. He blinked away the tears that were beginning to prick his eyes as he took the chain and wrapped it his around his neck. Standing up, he then checked his appearance through a large mirror on the dresser. Faded torn blue jeans, black fitting tank top, and a crimson red button shirt...not bad. He combed his hair with a hand and concluded that it was acceptable enough before he headed out the door.
It was a good thing Goseki wasn't here at the moment because if he did, then there would be a price to pay. But he as well as the others went down to dinner. He told him to tell everyone that he wasn't hungry and needed sleep instead. Goseki didn't ask when he heard the request and nodded before leaving. Fujigaya really didn't want to lie. Unfortunately, he was getting tired of pretending to be fine.
He opened the door slowly and peeked out into the hall, making sure no one was around. The hall was empty...just as he expected around this time. Shutting the door on his way, the tall boy quietly headed out towards the entrance.
As he did, he never did noticed that Hashimoto caught sight of him as he headed towards his room. The younger boy raised a brow, wondering if the person he just saw was Fujigaya. He wasn't sure. Shaking his head, he continued on.
--
Four blocks away stood a lively night club that Fujigaya had found over the past few days. It wasn't a dangerous club or anything...just lively. People drank, chatted, and danced. It was normal. During his visits, he remembered women and men hitting on him. He wondered if he refused them all because he never remembered anything when he drank after that.
He waved to the bouncer, who waved back with a smile and released the rope to let him in. After all that conversation he had with the bouncer, he guessed it was well worth it. The music thumped loudly against his eardrums as he cuts through the crowd all the way to the bar. With a soft sigh, he took up an empty stool and sat, waiting on the bartender, who was passing a drink to another customer. Turning around, he raised a brow at what he found.
"...Well, well. It's you again." He spoke up when he spotted Fujigaya. Picking up an empty glass from the table behind, he asked, "Same thing?"
"...Yeah." The boy nodded in reply.
"You know, I don't quite understand. You spent the last...what? Week?...here in this club and drinking yourself til you're sick. And you never did told me why though. Is it something so bad?" He asked with slight curiosity, passing a glass of light alcohol to Fujigaya.
Saying his thanks, he looked at the glass in his hand and pursed his lips in thought. "Hm...I guess you can say that. It's not something I want to talk about."
"Ah...I see." The bartender nodded absently and began to wipe the glasses with a wet towel. "Well, then, I won't bug you. It's your problem." He then walked on to serve other customers, leaving the younger boy alone with his drink.
Fujigaya frowned at his drink. Is it something so bad?...To everyone else in the band, it probably wasn't much of a deal but to him,...it really was. What could he do when the two people closest to him decided to ignore him for the past week? Hell, he was even considering cutting himself because he felt torn.
As the boy wandered deeply in his thoughts, an arm wrapped securely around his shoulders. He blinked and looked up in surprise.
"Hey, there. I thought you might need some company." A boy with black hair and dark eyes smiled pleasantly at him. He looked a bit older than him...but why would he talk to him?
"...Maybe." Fujigaya slowly replied as he took a long sip of his drink. Putting the glass down, he smiled a bit. "So what's your name?"
--
"Have you seen Tai-chan, Goseki-kun?" Yokoo asked with concern when the younger boy didn't come over for dinner. He knew that was a lie because he wouldn't sleep that early no matter how tired he got from performing. So he decided to drag Kitayama and headed over to the room where Fujigaya and Goseki shared.
"No,...I haven't seen him since I went downstairs for dinner." Goseki replied, shaking his head. "He's not in the room either. I wonder where he went off to?"
"Are you talking about Fujigaya-kun?" The three turned to find Hashimoto standing a few feet away with a can of soda in his hand. He tilted his head slightly. "Ne,...I saw someone who looked like Fujigaya-kun heading out of the hotel when I was going to my room. I'm not sure if it's him though..."
"Do you know which way he went?" Kitayama asked.
"Left from the hotel." Hashimoto's eyes wandered up in thought. "If I remember correctly, there were a few clubs around that direction."
"What? Tai-chan went to a club?!" Yokoo nearly exclaimed as he shut himself up immediately and looked around. He turned to Kitayama, eyes widened. "He's definitely going to get drunk. We have to get him back!"
The older nodded and turned to Hashimoto and Goseki. "Don't tell anyone, okay?"
"Okay, okay. Just bring Taipi back safely."
"We will. Don't worry." The two then ran towards the entrance and out the hotel with Goseki and Hashimoto waving them off.
--
"By the way, do you know how many clubs are around this part of the town?" Yokoo asked, huffing slightly as the two started on their search.
"Um...about two." Kitayama answered after a moment of thinking.
"Well...at least, there's only two. Let's go check the first one." They stopped by a club with bright neons lights blinking at them. Staring with doubt, they turned to each other and exchanged glances. There...was absolutely no way Fujigaya would be in this club.
"Hey~ aren't you boys cute?" A middle aged woman with heavy make up and skimpy clothing purred at them. She cocked her head to the side with a wide smile as she leaned forward. "This club's a bit mature for you but if you want, I can entertain you~"
"Uhh...no thanks. We...got to get going now." Yokoo and Kitayama then ran for it and didn't stop until they knew they were far away.
"That one's a no-go." The younger panted lightly. The other agreed. "So Tai-chan must be in the other club."
"Yeah...let's go."
The two boys continued over to the next block where the other club was located. There was a line of people but surprisingly, the bouncer let them in first. He smirked at the two and ruffled Kitayama's hair, watching the other scowl and push his hand away. Yokoo glanced over to the older boy with confusion as they head into the club. "A distant relative of mine." Kitayama explained shortly, looking away and clearing his throat.
"Ohhh....I'll take note of that then." Yokoo chuckled.
"Shut it, you." The short boy grumbled.
Pushing through the crowd, they began their search for their missing band member. Things got pretty hectic when the DJ decided to play an especially bouncy song that got everyone dancing like crazy. Yokoo had gotten himself squished in between two girls as he tried to move out of the way. Kitayama was nearby, having the same situation as the other as he tried pushing back. That went on throughout the entire song and by the time it changed to a slower one, the two boys were panting as if they had submerged in water for too long.
Kitayama heaved a long sigh before looking up with troubled half-lidded eyes. Immediately, he rubbed his eyes and made sure he wasn't hallucinating. He wished he had though...because right across the room stood two figures pressed against the wall underneath the dim light that was about to go out. One was unfamiliar but the other...it was definitely Fujigaya. By the looks of it, he was kissing the other passionately, most likely drunk. He watched in horror as the dark-haired boy slowly wrapped his arms around Fujigaya's waist and pressed his body closer to him. The older urgently nudged Yokoo and pointed to the pair, his eyes widened almost comically. Yokoo turned and suddenly gaped at the sight, dumbstrucked. This can not be happening! With a grit of his teeth, the taller boy dragged the other along towards the unexpected couple. Upon nearing them, he shoved the dark-haired boy away from Fujigaya as Kitayama wrapped his arms around the near unconscious boy.
"Wha...?" Fujigaya slurred softly as his head tilt over the older's shoulder. He then shut his eyes tight before pressing his forehead on the crook of his neck. Kitayama rubbed his shoulder a bit with his thumb, watching as Yokoo finished his business.
Yokoo gripped the boy's shirt and pushed him against the wall harshly. Inching a little closer to his face, he glared. "Don't...you dare touch him again or I will personally see that you'll get multilated and get tossed in the river, you hear me?" He growled slowly. The boy cowered and nodded his head quickly. As soon as the taller boy let go of his shirt, he immediately ran off through the dancing crowd.
"Nicely done, Yokoo-san. Remind me to never pissed you off like that." Kitayama smirked, raising a brow. The younger snorted in reply, his lips slowly widened into a grin.
"Whatever. Let's just get Tai-chan back to the hotel." Yokoo took hold of one of Fujigaya's arm and wrapped in around his shoulder, pulling him up a bit. Kitayama soon followed suit and together, they left the club.
--
Upon reaching the hotel, things went downhill from there. Unfortunately for both Yokoo and Kitayama, the youngest woke up, although still drunk. He looked at Yokoo and with slight difficulty, he asked where were they at. And by the time, Kitayama answered that question for him, Fujigaya suddenly struggled away from them. He would've fallen to the hard concrete if it wasn't for their quick reflexes.
"Let go of me!" Fujigaya tried to free himself but Kitayama and Yokoo had a firm grip on him (he wouldn't have much strength anyways due to alcohol).
"O-Oi! What's wrong with you?" The older boy asked in confusion, trying to calm the other down.
"Now's not the good time to ask! Let's just get him to our room. Quick, before anyone sees us." The two hurriedly dragged the struggling Fujigaya back into the hotel where they could speak in private. Only...the problem was dragging him had caused a bit of commotion.
"Kitayama, Yokoo! What are you doing to Taipi?" Totsuka frowned as he glanced from the two older boys to the whining younger one.
"Nothing, nothing! We just need to talk to him for a bit." Kitayama covered Fujigaya's mouth and ran towards the stairway with Yokoo, who waved at everyone with an apologetic smile. "Go back to whatever you're doing, kay? G'night!"
As the three ran off, Senga turned to everyone and said cluelessly, "But it's only seven..."
--
"Where's the key, goddammit?" Kitayama searched frantically for the key to the room, only to find it dangling right in front of his face. He frowned at Yokoo, who was laughing as he inserted the key and unlocked the door. Fujigaya was still struggling, although he looked like he was about to break down...
Finally, with the door open, the oldest pulled Fujigaya into the room while Yokoo closed the door behind him. His hand felt wet as he slackened his hold, causing the younger to collapse on the dark carpet.
"Why...?" His voice cracked as his shoulders trembled visibly, his arms wounded around his body. Thick tears rolled down his cheeks as he stared helplessly at the carpet. "I was alone for so long...no one pays attention to me anymore. Hiro and Wataru doesn't pay attention to me...they...they don't love me anymore..."
"Tai-chan..." Kitayama dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around the younger boy. "I'm...I'm sorry. It's my fault. I wasn't thinking when...Yokoo and I decided to ignore you."
"That's right. You're not at fault. We are." Yokoo crouched down and rubbed his back gently as he pressed his forehead against his shoulder. He glanced up to Kitayama and mouthed with a frown, You mean you decided to ignore him, not me. The other shrugged in reply.
"But...why?" Fujigaya asked once more, gasping softly as more tears fell. He was confused. What made them do it?
"Because..." The older boy paused and looked down. The reason was ridiculous but he only acted on his feelings because of it. Would Fujigaya understand?
"Because you once said you like Goseki and the others more than you like us." Yokoo finished, shaking his head slightly. "It hurt Hiro's feelings...do you understand?"
Fujigaya blinked slowly as he lifted his head to Kitayama. The other was avoiding his gaze, looking a bit ashamed. His eyelids lowered halfway as he muttered softly, "...I'm sorry, ne? I'm sorry I said that. Of course, I like you better." He pressed his lips against Kitayama's for a second before turning to Yokoo. "You too, Wataru..." He kissed him as well.
Yokoo smiled and wiped away Fujigaya's tears with his thumb. Reaching up to kiss his forehead, he said, "Good...you must be tired. Let's get you to bed."
Fujigaya nodded slowly as Kitayama helped him up to Yokoo's bed. He slept on the center with Kitayama and Yokoo on either side of the bed (Thank god, it was pretty big...) and said, slightly slurred, "G'night, Wataru...Hiro."
Kitayama touched his cheek with a soft smile before noticing the necklace around his neck. His heart made a leap when he recognized what it was. He smiled a little wider and whispered, "Good night, Tai-chan. Sweet dreams."
--
The next morning, Fujigaya found himself in Yokoo and Kitayama's arms, snuggling closely to the both of them. Blinking repeatedly in alert, he sat up immediately, causing the other two to wake.
"Hmm...? What's wrong, Tai-chan?" Yokoo asked drowsily, rubbing an eye.
"Wh-What am I doing here? When did you start talking to me?" He asked, looking around in confusion.
Kitayama shifted to the side, laughing hollowly. "He forgot...I should've known."
"Wait...what?"
"You were drunk last night but...we made up." Yokoo explained, propping an elbow against his pillow.
"How?" The youngest raised a brow.
The oldest groaned and pulled Fujigaya back down. "I confessed. My fault. Sorry. Love you. Now go to sleep."
"What he said." The other smiled with a raised brow as he kissed his cheek. Fujigaya glanced from Yokoo to Kitayama and then back, still confused. Shrugging lightly, he decided to let it go and closed his eyes with a smile.
At least they made up. That's what count.
End.
Pairing: Kitayama Hiromitsu x Fujigaya Taisuke x Yokoo Wataru
Hinted: Nikaido Takashi x Senga Kento, Miyata Toshiya x Tamamori Yuta
Band/Fandom: Kis-My-Ft2, A.B.C.-Z
Rated: PG
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Disclaimer: Not mine. D:
Comment: First Kisumai fic, yey :D I didn't think I'd write one nor write that long either. You think 4,000+ words is good xD? I hardly write that long because there's no good plot for me so I'm pretty surprised. Anyways, this will be my first contribution to the group. :3 Tell me what you think of it?
P.S: Lame title. Yus, yus. Lame summary, yus, yus. Also unbeta-ed.
Summary: Kitayama thought it was a good idea at first. He thinks of it as a small payback but...it left unmeasurable consequences.
Fujigaya secretively glanced away from the magazine in his hands to the small groups around him. On the right sat Nikaido and Senga, obviously enjoying each other’s company and feeding each other off of their own bentos. On the left stood Miyata who was giving a shoulder massage to the stressed Tamamori as the younger closed his eyes and smiled softly. He could see the other leaning against the older boy as he reclined a little against his chair. Both pairs seemed wonderfully content after their shooting of Shounen Club. But where was Kitayama and Yokoo?
By the time he asked himself that question, the two suddenly burst into the room laughing. The shorter boy had his arms around the other and both were chatting so excitedly.
“...You guys looked awfully happy about something. What’s up?” Senga asked curiously, looking over to their direction as he stuffed a piece of sushi into Nikaido’s mouth. The other boy also turned to see what all the commotion going on as he chewed slowly.
“Oh my god, you could’ve seen it! Hiro actually tripped over his foot and caused the people in front of him to fall like dominoes! It was so funny!” Yokoo blurted, still laughing as he wiped his eye with a finger. "It was one of the best scenes I've ever witnessed!"
“Oi! It wasn’t my fault! Someone had to shout that was a spider crawling up my leg!” Kitayama defended, although he was laughing with the other. “And I know that someone was you!”
“Nuh uh! You don’t have any proof!”
"Obviously, the staff around us watched everything so there's proof enough!"
“Did someone taped it?” Nikaido asked, almost eagerly. It wasn't everyday that Kitayama would make such an obvious mistake. Hell, when was the last time he ever done that?
“I don’t know. Maybe I should ask, huh?” Yokoo replied, grinning widely.
"Yeah, why don't you?" The other slouched forward, a bit disappointed. "There might be a chance they didn't managed to tape it, ne?"
"And why are you so eager about it?" Kitayama raised a brow in disbelief. Is he serious? Just because I made one small mistake...
“Oi, will you guys stop talking so loudly.” Tamamori cracked his eyes open to stare with irritation. “It’s giving me a headache.”
Miyata looked at the others, smiling apologetically for the younger's reaction.
“Ah…sorry, sorry. We forgot you had studies." The taller boy waved a hand in apology. "Well, then. We'll just leave you alone while we head out to see if someone taped Hiro's accident."
And with that, he pushed the grumbling Kitayama towards the door.
"We'll come along too! Come on, Senga." Nikaido quickly got up to his feet and pulled the younger boy's wrist before following Yokoo and Kitayama. Senga nodded in reply and hurriedly dropped the bento on the couch. The two stepped out moments later, leaving the last three members to their privacy.
Fujigaya merely witnessed the whole interaction but decided not to join the others. If he did, he wouldn't be getting any response from Yokoo and Kitayama. They looked like they were having so much fun without him...he bit his lower lip as his eyes trailed back to the magazine sadly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Closing his eyes, he then let out a deep sigh and placed the magazine beside him before getting up to search for Goseki.
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October. The start of Kis-My-Ft2 and A.B.C.-Z's very first concert.
Everything was fine and dandy when the two groups performed and the audience really enjoyed it as well. Fujigaya never thought that singing and performing in a extremely large stadium full of cheering fans could be so...amazing. Sure, Shounen Club was the same way but nothing like this. In this case, they were the main attraction.
After their final encore, the two groups joined together and bowed to the audience, thanking them for their presence. The crowd cheered excitedly as they all waved to them and watching them leave the stage.
Fujigaya and Goseki were the last one to leave. They wrapped an arm around each other's shoulders and with an enthusiastic wave, they disappeared backstage. As soon as they entered the room, Fujigaya turned away and sighed. But before anyone could notice, he turned around once more and went back to his cheerful self, saying "Otsukare sama!!"
Goseki was the only one who noticed as he watched the other trotted away.
--
"Okay, we have about six rooms booked here." The manager informed, lifting the paper up with a hand. The bands were sitting quietly in the bus, waiting to call their assigned rooms so they could enter the hotel to rest. Concerts are pretty hectic, after all. "Now we need to decide who's going to to room with who. Anyone?"
"I'll room with Gocchi!" Fujigaya raised a hand with a smile and patted the other's shoulder a bit.
Everyone simply looked their way and shrugged. Kitayama turned to Yokoo with a small sigh before saying, "Yokoo and I can share a room."
"Okay then,...anyone else? If not, we'll just assign you guys a room and it doesn't matter if it's someone you don't want to share with."
"Wait, wait! I'm sharing with Nika-chan!" Senga annouced hurriedly, leaning forward and waving an arm. Nikaido crossed his arms and raised a brow before slowly nodding in agreement.
"Me and Fumito can share." Tsukada piped, gesturing to the younger boy and himself with a wide smile. Kawai returned the smile.
"I'll share with Miyacchi." Tamamori spoke up and pointed at Totsuka and Hashimoto. "You guys can take the last room."
"I guess that was already decided, ne, Hasshi?" Totsuka laughed. The younger smiled a bit in response.
"I guess that settles it then. You all can go to the reception desk and asked for your keys. I'll see you all tomorrow."
"Okay." Everyone chorused as they picked up their bags and headed down from the bus. Fujigaya was one of the last to get off and as he did, his eyes wandered to the two boys walking before him, whispering secrets to each other and laughing with amusement. He slowly felt his heart drop with something heavy. Sadness maybe? Probably. He never thought that being left out would feel so painful. Just watching Yokoo and Kitayama enjoying themselves without him...it almost made him cry. And the problem of it all was the fact that those two hung out with each other all day for the past week. They hardly ever talked to him anymore.
"Hey, you alright?" He blinked and turned to Goseki, who wrapped an arm around his shoulder in comfort. He gave the other a reassuring smile. "Of course...why wouldn't I?"
The shorter boy smiled sadly and tilted his head forward, whispering, "It's alright if you don't tell me now." And with that, he patted his shoulder and walked off to the key.
Fujigaya parted his lips slightly as he watched the other leave. Looking away with a small grimace, he shrugged and followed him to the hotel.
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"It's not working, is it?" Yokoo tossed his bags on the couch before jumping onto the bed with a loud exasperating sigh.
"...I don't know. I was hoping he'd give in by now. It's been a full week, after all." Kitayama shook his head as he landed on the bed bonelessly, his face covered in pillow.
"I'm not sure how long will I be able to take it. I can't really stand not talking to Tai-chan..." The taller boy muttered, eyebrows furrowed.
"...Me neither. But you know...he really did hurt us pretty badly."
"Oh, come on now. He was drunk that one time!" Yokoo tried to reason as he turned to the lying figure on the other bed. He believed it was unintentional. He and Kitayama knew what was going to happen when Fujigaya had alcohol in his system. The younger was known to say and do crazy stuff...and this one was no exception.
"Really? He looked pretty sober to me when he said he preferred A.B.C.-Z to us!" The older grumbled dejectedly.
"God, Hiro. Will you stop hanging on that? Tai-chan wouldn't say that when he's sober." Yokoo heaved another sigh as he got up from the bed and grabbed one bag from the couch. "I'm going to take a shower. Tomorrow, we'll just explain everything to Tai-chan, you hear me?"
Kitayama was still grumbling even after the other left. Yokoo did had a point. Fujigaya wouldn't say something like that and he knew the only reason he said that was because they were dragging him away from further drinking. Maybe he overdone it when he thought of this plan. But what could he do? He was hurt. His heart hurt.
Turning around so that he was facing the ceiling, he covered his eyes with an arm. He'll explain tomorrow. That way, everything will get resolved.
--
Rummaging through his bag, Fujigaya managed to find what he was looking for. It was a small velvet burgundy box and within that box sat a beautiful silver ring with a thin silver chain wrapped around. And on the ring was the engraved words, 'Fujigaya Taisuke', and the date, 'June 25'...a birthday present from Kitayama and Yokoo. It was one of things he cherished the most...and maybe that was why he felt like crying his eyes out. He blinked away the tears that were beginning to prick his eyes as he took the chain and wrapped it his around his neck. Standing up, he then checked his appearance through a large mirror on the dresser. Faded torn blue jeans, black fitting tank top, and a crimson red button shirt...not bad. He combed his hair with a hand and concluded that it was acceptable enough before he headed out the door.
It was a good thing Goseki wasn't here at the moment because if he did, then there would be a price to pay. But he as well as the others went down to dinner. He told him to tell everyone that he wasn't hungry and needed sleep instead. Goseki didn't ask when he heard the request and nodded before leaving. Fujigaya really didn't want to lie. Unfortunately, he was getting tired of pretending to be fine.
He opened the door slowly and peeked out into the hall, making sure no one was around. The hall was empty...just as he expected around this time. Shutting the door on his way, the tall boy quietly headed out towards the entrance.
As he did, he never did noticed that Hashimoto caught sight of him as he headed towards his room. The younger boy raised a brow, wondering if the person he just saw was Fujigaya. He wasn't sure. Shaking his head, he continued on.
--
Four blocks away stood a lively night club that Fujigaya had found over the past few days. It wasn't a dangerous club or anything...just lively. People drank, chatted, and danced. It was normal. During his visits, he remembered women and men hitting on him. He wondered if he refused them all because he never remembered anything when he drank after that.
He waved to the bouncer, who waved back with a smile and released the rope to let him in. After all that conversation he had with the bouncer, he guessed it was well worth it. The music thumped loudly against his eardrums as he cuts through the crowd all the way to the bar. With a soft sigh, he took up an empty stool and sat, waiting on the bartender, who was passing a drink to another customer. Turning around, he raised a brow at what he found.
"...Well, well. It's you again." He spoke up when he spotted Fujigaya. Picking up an empty glass from the table behind, he asked, "Same thing?"
"...Yeah." The boy nodded in reply.
"You know, I don't quite understand. You spent the last...what? Week?...here in this club and drinking yourself til you're sick. And you never did told me why though. Is it something so bad?" He asked with slight curiosity, passing a glass of light alcohol to Fujigaya.
Saying his thanks, he looked at the glass in his hand and pursed his lips in thought. "Hm...I guess you can say that. It's not something I want to talk about."
"Ah...I see." The bartender nodded absently and began to wipe the glasses with a wet towel. "Well, then, I won't bug you. It's your problem." He then walked on to serve other customers, leaving the younger boy alone with his drink.
Fujigaya frowned at his drink. Is it something so bad?...To everyone else in the band, it probably wasn't much of a deal but to him,...it really was. What could he do when the two people closest to him decided to ignore him for the past week? Hell, he was even considering cutting himself because he felt torn.
As the boy wandered deeply in his thoughts, an arm wrapped securely around his shoulders. He blinked and looked up in surprise.
"Hey, there. I thought you might need some company." A boy with black hair and dark eyes smiled pleasantly at him. He looked a bit older than him...but why would he talk to him?
"...Maybe." Fujigaya slowly replied as he took a long sip of his drink. Putting the glass down, he smiled a bit. "So what's your name?"
--
"Have you seen Tai-chan, Goseki-kun?" Yokoo asked with concern when the younger boy didn't come over for dinner. He knew that was a lie because he wouldn't sleep that early no matter how tired he got from performing. So he decided to drag Kitayama and headed over to the room where Fujigaya and Goseki shared.
"No,...I haven't seen him since I went downstairs for dinner." Goseki replied, shaking his head. "He's not in the room either. I wonder where he went off to?"
"Are you talking about Fujigaya-kun?" The three turned to find Hashimoto standing a few feet away with a can of soda in his hand. He tilted his head slightly. "Ne,...I saw someone who looked like Fujigaya-kun heading out of the hotel when I was going to my room. I'm not sure if it's him though..."
"Do you know which way he went?" Kitayama asked.
"Left from the hotel." Hashimoto's eyes wandered up in thought. "If I remember correctly, there were a few clubs around that direction."
"What? Tai-chan went to a club?!" Yokoo nearly exclaimed as he shut himself up immediately and looked around. He turned to Kitayama, eyes widened. "He's definitely going to get drunk. We have to get him back!"
The older nodded and turned to Hashimoto and Goseki. "Don't tell anyone, okay?"
"Okay, okay. Just bring Taipi back safely."
"We will. Don't worry." The two then ran towards the entrance and out the hotel with Goseki and Hashimoto waving them off.
--
"By the way, do you know how many clubs are around this part of the town?" Yokoo asked, huffing slightly as the two started on their search.
"Um...about two." Kitayama answered after a moment of thinking.
"Well...at least, there's only two. Let's go check the first one." They stopped by a club with bright neons lights blinking at them. Staring with doubt, they turned to each other and exchanged glances. There...was absolutely no way Fujigaya would be in this club.
"Hey~ aren't you boys cute?" A middle aged woman with heavy make up and skimpy clothing purred at them. She cocked her head to the side with a wide smile as she leaned forward. "This club's a bit mature for you but if you want, I can entertain you~"
"Uhh...no thanks. We...got to get going now." Yokoo and Kitayama then ran for it and didn't stop until they knew they were far away.
"That one's a no-go." The younger panted lightly. The other agreed. "So Tai-chan must be in the other club."
"Yeah...let's go."
The two boys continued over to the next block where the other club was located. There was a line of people but surprisingly, the bouncer let them in first. He smirked at the two and ruffled Kitayama's hair, watching the other scowl and push his hand away. Yokoo glanced over to the older boy with confusion as they head into the club. "A distant relative of mine." Kitayama explained shortly, looking away and clearing his throat.
"Ohhh....I'll take note of that then." Yokoo chuckled.
"Shut it, you." The short boy grumbled.
Pushing through the crowd, they began their search for their missing band member. Things got pretty hectic when the DJ decided to play an especially bouncy song that got everyone dancing like crazy. Yokoo had gotten himself squished in between two girls as he tried to move out of the way. Kitayama was nearby, having the same situation as the other as he tried pushing back. That went on throughout the entire song and by the time it changed to a slower one, the two boys were panting as if they had submerged in water for too long.
Kitayama heaved a long sigh before looking up with troubled half-lidded eyes. Immediately, he rubbed his eyes and made sure he wasn't hallucinating. He wished he had though...because right across the room stood two figures pressed against the wall underneath the dim light that was about to go out. One was unfamiliar but the other...it was definitely Fujigaya. By the looks of it, he was kissing the other passionately, most likely drunk. He watched in horror as the dark-haired boy slowly wrapped his arms around Fujigaya's waist and pressed his body closer to him. The older urgently nudged Yokoo and pointed to the pair, his eyes widened almost comically. Yokoo turned and suddenly gaped at the sight, dumbstrucked. This can not be happening! With a grit of his teeth, the taller boy dragged the other along towards the unexpected couple. Upon nearing them, he shoved the dark-haired boy away from Fujigaya as Kitayama wrapped his arms around the near unconscious boy.
"Wha...?" Fujigaya slurred softly as his head tilt over the older's shoulder. He then shut his eyes tight before pressing his forehead on the crook of his neck. Kitayama rubbed his shoulder a bit with his thumb, watching as Yokoo finished his business.
Yokoo gripped the boy's shirt and pushed him against the wall harshly. Inching a little closer to his face, he glared. "Don't...you dare touch him again or I will personally see that you'll get multilated and get tossed in the river, you hear me?" He growled slowly. The boy cowered and nodded his head quickly. As soon as the taller boy let go of his shirt, he immediately ran off through the dancing crowd.
"Nicely done, Yokoo-san. Remind me to never pissed you off like that." Kitayama smirked, raising a brow. The younger snorted in reply, his lips slowly widened into a grin.
"Whatever. Let's just get Tai-chan back to the hotel." Yokoo took hold of one of Fujigaya's arm and wrapped in around his shoulder, pulling him up a bit. Kitayama soon followed suit and together, they left the club.
--
Upon reaching the hotel, things went downhill from there. Unfortunately for both Yokoo and Kitayama, the youngest woke up, although still drunk. He looked at Yokoo and with slight difficulty, he asked where were they at. And by the time, Kitayama answered that question for him, Fujigaya suddenly struggled away from them. He would've fallen to the hard concrete if it wasn't for their quick reflexes.
"Let go of me!" Fujigaya tried to free himself but Kitayama and Yokoo had a firm grip on him (he wouldn't have much strength anyways due to alcohol).
"O-Oi! What's wrong with you?" The older boy asked in confusion, trying to calm the other down.
"Now's not the good time to ask! Let's just get him to our room. Quick, before anyone sees us." The two hurriedly dragged the struggling Fujigaya back into the hotel where they could speak in private. Only...the problem was dragging him had caused a bit of commotion.
"Kitayama, Yokoo! What are you doing to Taipi?" Totsuka frowned as he glanced from the two older boys to the whining younger one.
"Nothing, nothing! We just need to talk to him for a bit." Kitayama covered Fujigaya's mouth and ran towards the stairway with Yokoo, who waved at everyone with an apologetic smile. "Go back to whatever you're doing, kay? G'night!"
As the three ran off, Senga turned to everyone and said cluelessly, "But it's only seven..."
--
"Where's the key, goddammit?" Kitayama searched frantically for the key to the room, only to find it dangling right in front of his face. He frowned at Yokoo, who was laughing as he inserted the key and unlocked the door. Fujigaya was still struggling, although he looked like he was about to break down...
Finally, with the door open, the oldest pulled Fujigaya into the room while Yokoo closed the door behind him. His hand felt wet as he slackened his hold, causing the younger to collapse on the dark carpet.
"Why...?" His voice cracked as his shoulders trembled visibly, his arms wounded around his body. Thick tears rolled down his cheeks as he stared helplessly at the carpet. "I was alone for so long...no one pays attention to me anymore. Hiro and Wataru doesn't pay attention to me...they...they don't love me anymore..."
"Tai-chan..." Kitayama dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around the younger boy. "I'm...I'm sorry. It's my fault. I wasn't thinking when...Yokoo and I decided to ignore you."
"That's right. You're not at fault. We are." Yokoo crouched down and rubbed his back gently as he pressed his forehead against his shoulder. He glanced up to Kitayama and mouthed with a frown, You mean you decided to ignore him, not me. The other shrugged in reply.
"But...why?" Fujigaya asked once more, gasping softly as more tears fell. He was confused. What made them do it?
"Because..." The older boy paused and looked down. The reason was ridiculous but he only acted on his feelings because of it. Would Fujigaya understand?
"Because you once said you like Goseki and the others more than you like us." Yokoo finished, shaking his head slightly. "It hurt Hiro's feelings...do you understand?"
Fujigaya blinked slowly as he lifted his head to Kitayama. The other was avoiding his gaze, looking a bit ashamed. His eyelids lowered halfway as he muttered softly, "...I'm sorry, ne? I'm sorry I said that. Of course, I like you better." He pressed his lips against Kitayama's for a second before turning to Yokoo. "You too, Wataru..." He kissed him as well.
Yokoo smiled and wiped away Fujigaya's tears with his thumb. Reaching up to kiss his forehead, he said, "Good...you must be tired. Let's get you to bed."
Fujigaya nodded slowly as Kitayama helped him up to Yokoo's bed. He slept on the center with Kitayama and Yokoo on either side of the bed (Thank god, it was pretty big...) and said, slightly slurred, "G'night, Wataru...Hiro."
Kitayama touched his cheek with a soft smile before noticing the necklace around his neck. His heart made a leap when he recognized what it was. He smiled a little wider and whispered, "Good night, Tai-chan. Sweet dreams."
--
The next morning, Fujigaya found himself in Yokoo and Kitayama's arms, snuggling closely to the both of them. Blinking repeatedly in alert, he sat up immediately, causing the other two to wake.
"Hmm...? What's wrong, Tai-chan?" Yokoo asked drowsily, rubbing an eye.
"Wh-What am I doing here? When did you start talking to me?" He asked, looking around in confusion.
Kitayama shifted to the side, laughing hollowly. "He forgot...I should've known."
"Wait...what?"
"You were drunk last night but...we made up." Yokoo explained, propping an elbow against his pillow.
"How?" The youngest raised a brow.
The oldest groaned and pulled Fujigaya back down. "I confessed. My fault. Sorry. Love you. Now go to sleep."
"What he said." The other smiled with a raised brow as he kissed his cheek. Fujigaya glanced from Yokoo to Kitayama and then back, still confused. Shrugging lightly, he decided to let it go and closed his eyes with a smile.
At least they made up. That's what count.
End.