fic - Johnny's & Associates - This Life
Title: This Life
Author: virdant
Length: 600 words; super-short (50, 100, 150, 200 words each)
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff?
Pairing: Kamenashi/Taguchi
Summary: 4 semi-interconnected super-shorts of 50, 100, 150, and 200 words respectively on Kamenashi and Taguchi and their relationship.
Warning: None.
Content Critique Level: No Holds Barred
Notes: This was originally a writing exercise, becuase I was feeling out of shape regarding writing. This is still a writing exercise, but it's slightly less exercise-y and more actually fic-y. Either way, this is a collection consisting of a half-drabble, drabble, drabble-and-a-half, and double-drabble. Happy singles awareness day, fandom.
This Life
“Kazuya,” Taguchi began as the two of them sat on easy chairs in the Green Room alone. It was quiet, everybody else having left already. “I have a question for you.”
Kamenashi looked up from his complicated stage plans. “What?”
“Are you allergic to your clothes?”
*
“Kazuya, wake up.”
Kamenashi frowned, opening his eyes slowly. There was an incessant poking at his shoulder. “Junno,” he began testily, before yawning widely.
Taguchi beamed back at him. “Good evening, Kazuya.”
“Why did you wake me up?” He looked around, pulling headphones out of his ears. The green room was surprisingly quiet, despite the fact that everybody's belongings were still strewn messily around. “Where is everybody?”
“Out. I stayed behind.” Taguchi propped his chin on the hand that wasn't poking Kamenashi, smiling fondly. “Did you ever notice that you have beautiful eyes?”
*
It was quiet when Kamenashi finally made his way into bed, the sky graying around the edges with the sunrise.
“You're up early,” Taguchi said with an amused smile when Kamenashi collapsed into the sheets with weary exhaustion. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” Kamenashi muttered into Taguchi's shoulder, pressing closer to him. “Why are you here again?”
“You gave me a key.”
“Did you stay up all night too?” He closed his eyes, letting the words get drawn out of him with his breath.
Taguchi pressed kisses to his eyelids. “No. I just got back an hour ago.”
“Oh. Was GIRLS hard?”
“Only a little. Go to sleep, Kazuya. You're tired.”
“I'd rather talk to you.”
Taguchi let out a quiet sigh. “I know, Kazuya. But we have work tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow, we'll talk?”
“Yes, Kazuya. Tomorrow. I promise you.”
*
There was no talking tomorrow, or the day after.
When Kamenashi stumbled his way home after another long day, there was simply a bowl of soup on the kitchen table with a note of: I went out, Kazuya. I left you dinner! Eat as much as you want.
Kamenashi ate it steadily, trying to keep his hand from shaking. Maybe skipping a day of meals while dancing for nine hours straight had been a bad idea. Maybe he should have at least eaten one of the many saltine packets that Taguchi smuggled into his bags during one of his breaks. Maybe...
The door opened with a faint creak. “You're back late, Kazuya,” Taguchi commented, smelling vaguely of smoke as he toed off his shoes.
“So are you,” Kamenashi replied, not looking up.
Taguchi smiled. “Was it a long day at work?”
Kamenashi nodded. “Yeah.”
Taguchi was quiet, and for a while the only sound was the steady slurping of soup.
“Kazuya, are you happy?” Taguchi propped his chin on a lean arm.
Kamenashi stirred the soup listlessly. “I suppose.”
“That's all I want.” Taguchi leaned forward and kissed him chastely. “Kazuya.”
End.
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Author: virdant
Length: 600 words; super-short (50, 100, 150, 200 words each)
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff?
Pairing: Kamenashi/Taguchi
Summary: 4 semi-interconnected super-shorts of 50, 100, 150, and 200 words respectively on Kamenashi and Taguchi and their relationship.
Warning: None.
Content Critique Level: No Holds Barred
Notes: This was originally a writing exercise, becuase I was feeling out of shape regarding writing. This is still a writing exercise, but it's slightly less exercise-y and more actually fic-y. Either way, this is a collection consisting of a half-drabble, drabble, drabble-and-a-half, and double-drabble. Happy singles awareness day, fandom.
This Life
“Kazuya,” Taguchi began as the two of them sat on easy chairs in the Green Room alone. It was quiet, everybody else having left already. “I have a question for you.”
Kamenashi looked up from his complicated stage plans. “What?”
“Are you allergic to your clothes?”
*
“Kazuya, wake up.”
Kamenashi frowned, opening his eyes slowly. There was an incessant poking at his shoulder. “Junno,” he began testily, before yawning widely.
Taguchi beamed back at him. “Good evening, Kazuya.”
“Why did you wake me up?” He looked around, pulling headphones out of his ears. The green room was surprisingly quiet, despite the fact that everybody's belongings were still strewn messily around. “Where is everybody?”
“Out. I stayed behind.” Taguchi propped his chin on the hand that wasn't poking Kamenashi, smiling fondly. “Did you ever notice that you have beautiful eyes?”
*
It was quiet when Kamenashi finally made his way into bed, the sky graying around the edges with the sunrise.
“You're up early,” Taguchi said with an amused smile when Kamenashi collapsed into the sheets with weary exhaustion. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” Kamenashi muttered into Taguchi's shoulder, pressing closer to him. “Why are you here again?”
“You gave me a key.”
“Did you stay up all night too?” He closed his eyes, letting the words get drawn out of him with his breath.
Taguchi pressed kisses to his eyelids. “No. I just got back an hour ago.”
“Oh. Was GIRLS hard?”
“Only a little. Go to sleep, Kazuya. You're tired.”
“I'd rather talk to you.”
Taguchi let out a quiet sigh. “I know, Kazuya. But we have work tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow, we'll talk?”
“Yes, Kazuya. Tomorrow. I promise you.”
*
There was no talking tomorrow, or the day after.
When Kamenashi stumbled his way home after another long day, there was simply a bowl of soup on the kitchen table with a note of: I went out, Kazuya. I left you dinner! Eat as much as you want.
Kamenashi ate it steadily, trying to keep his hand from shaking. Maybe skipping a day of meals while dancing for nine hours straight had been a bad idea. Maybe he should have at least eaten one of the many saltine packets that Taguchi smuggled into his bags during one of his breaks. Maybe...
The door opened with a faint creak. “You're back late, Kazuya,” Taguchi commented, smelling vaguely of smoke as he toed off his shoes.
“So are you,” Kamenashi replied, not looking up.
Taguchi smiled. “Was it a long day at work?”
Kamenashi nodded. “Yeah.”
Taguchi was quiet, and for a while the only sound was the steady slurping of soup.
“Kazuya, are you happy?” Taguchi propped his chin on a lean arm.
Kamenashi stirred the soup listlessly. “I suppose.”
“That's all I want.” Taguchi leaned forward and kissed him chastely. “Kazuya.”
End.
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