irasshai mase!

Beautiful boy

Sun, 04 May 2008 04:43:27 GMT

Title: Beautiful boy
Author: Kazuryoshi
pairing: Nishikato
rating: G
warning: un-betaed.
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“Do you know how it feels like to be invisible?”

“Do you know how it feels like to love someone who doesn’t love you back? or even worse, to be despise by someone you will die for?”

“Do you know how it feels like to be hurt by those people you loved?”

“You don’t”

“But I do”

***

This is a story of a beautiful person. So beautiful but all he can do or all he knows how to do is to hate himself. He is easily hurt by words, by unfair judgments, by prejudice and most of all by perceptions. Someone else’s perceptions are mattered the most. He’s happy and sad and devastated by perceptions. He hates it dearly though it didn’t sound quite right because as much as he hates it he realizes that he can’t live without it.

‘You’re the most pathetic person ever lived in this world’ someone said while smiling playfully, and he believed him.

Better yet, he didn’t just believe it. He also accepted and embraced it. He was more than ready to accept what he believed as ‘painful truth’. Pathetic is the right word to describe him so he wore the title on his forehead. Willingly.

This person is unbelievably optimist over something so negative.

This person, this boy is beautiful in many ways and it is still a mystery on how he could suppress it effectively. That beauty of his is screaming and begging him to be free from the golden cage of his empty heartand stupid mind. but he never entertained it saying that he had lost the key to unlock the golden cage.

“ah! Where did I lost it?” he said while laughing awkwardly.

His life is beautiful too if only he didn’t look at it from the wrong perspective. Yes, he is not as good dancer as the others, yes he is not as good singer as the others and yes he is not as good of an actor as the others, so what? Can’t he see those longing eyes of his fans wanting him to notice them? Can’t he see the proud smiles on his parents’ face whenever they saw him on tv? Or can’t he at least notices that gentle smile that person gave him whenever he scolded or simply tortured him? He is blinded again by mere perceptions for words, no matter if it was true or wrong, nice or cruel, will always find its way to break his little heart. He is beautiful but unlucky enough to purchase the most bungling dictionary of life. That dictionary that is stored permanently in his mind translated all the right thing wrongly. For example when someone said ‘good job’ to him, his dictionary translates it as “how incompetent can you be, don’t ever think I am praising you, I am being sarcastic okay”. Never once he thinks of removing what had rotten up his mind by something new, or maybe something more positive.

He is very beautiful and had loved someone. Actually he still loves the same person. That person he loves is the most beautiful person he ever met. He is strong and determined, very handsome and charming, a complete the opposite of him. In this case, his own perception hurts him the most. He gives up on him even without trying for despite the endless drills, he is still afraid of rejection.

“He’s nicer to me now, I wouldn’t dare to ask for more” he said.

So he wouldn’t dare to ask for more.

One day, this beautiful person fell sick. Spinning head, hard to breath, even his dictionary translated it rightly. 'He is sick'. But he pushed himself to get up from his comfortable bed and got ready to work. Every step he took was heavy. He was almost running out of breath by the time he stepped inside the ‘jimusho’ building. Then he saw the person he loves waving at him. He was captivated by that person’s smile that he forgot to breath and it wasn’t the right thing to do. He collapsed and fell hard on the floor before he could even return that smile.

***

One sentence by the doctor.

“He is very tired’

***

“I am sick” he said to himself and to the person he loved. They were alone in the white room.

“yes you are sick…therefore..” that person couldn’t finish his word.

“am I going to die?” he cut. Tears start forming on his beautiful eyes.

“no you’re not” that person smiled gently.

“I am scared” he said.

“Don’t be, I am here, I won’t go anywhere” he promised.

He can’t believe it. He refused to believe it. Those words were not meant for him. To him, those words were merely spoken just to avoid him from crying. Those words were not sincere enough to his ears.

Words.

“Don’t promise something you couldn’t fulfill” he retorted. Where did the courage come from?

“What do you mean?”

“You hate me right? You don’t have to force yourself to be nice to me.”

“You’re saying that I am not an honest person?”

“No, I didn’t say that. What I was trying to say is that, you are so nice that you will force yourself to do something you don’t want to do. Caring for me is not something you want to do don’t you?”

“What is wrong with you? And what is wrong with me being nice to you? I care for you damn it! Stop saying those stupid things, I won’t accept it”

“You hate me right?”

“No! I said stop saying those stupid things. Who said that I hate you? Tell me.”

“My heart” he said weakly.

“pardon?”

“Nothing…I”

but he couldn’t finish his words.

***

His sickness was a mystery. The doctor said he was perfectly fine. He was just too tired when he was first admitted to the hospital. Nothing serious. But when he fell coma, no one knows why? Doctors came and left; none of them had managed to find out what had caused the coma. Three months had passed and he remained still in his deep sleep. The person kept his promise; he came almost everyday despite his tight schedule. When he’s away, he’ll make sure to send someone to watch for him. The first thing he would do everytime he came back from outstation was to stop by the flower shop, bought a bouquet of fresh rose and head straight to the hospital where the beauty was sleeping soundly. It wasn’t easy for him but he kept doing it anyway. A part from it was because of his promise but there was something else that was much stronger. He didn’t say it because he himself was scared to admit it.

***

“He refused to go back” a Shaman told his parents.

“Why?” his mother asked. His father remained silent. He didn’t quite agree with his wife when she wanted to use different method to regain their only child’s consciousness.

He was standing on the other side of the room. Holding the flower in his hand and slowly bring it to his chest and hug it careful enough not to damage it.

“I don’t know. All we can do now is waiting”

“Wait? That’s it? There is no other way?” his father finally spoke.

“I am afraid so” he said.

Another month passed by. The beautiful boy is still asleep.

One day he came again with flower in his hands. No one else was in the room but him and the beautiful boy. Slowly he put the flower on the desk, sat himself on the chair, adjusting until finally he felt comfortable enough. He studied the beautiful boy’s face and can’t help it when the smile formed on his face. He wondered when it was started. He remembered hating the boy because he annoyed him so much with his wits and because of that he gave more attention to that boy than he should. It was first just a mere hatred than it became something of a routine. From hatred he found it enjoyable to provoke the younger boy. Then he noticed how beautiful his smile was. Bad things happened and they were separated for almost a year. Then they reunited again. They became closer and then he began to notice how beautiful that boy’s eyes were. He knew he shouldn’t let his feeling controlled him and he had fight for it but after several defeats he finally raised the white flag.

He smiled by the memory and took the boy’s hand. His hand shake a little bit as he drew closer and kiss the boy’s cold hand.

“You’re hand is cold. Please, wake up. I miss you so much”

“I want to see you smile again, I want to laugh at your awkward dance again, I want to hear you voice again, I want to see your shiny eyes once again”

“Please wake up. I beg you”

***

“please wake up. I beg you”

He heard that clearly and he wanted to run to his voice yet his soul is still trapped in his own dream. He had his time and now he wanted to go back. The world was empty and big. Big and empty and he was alone. In this world, there were no cruel perceptions and words yet he was still unhappy. He needed to see the light again but he didn’t know how.

“Come back, I need you. I know you can hear me”

That voice again. He remembered loving the owner of the voice. He knew that that man was keeping his promise but he was still afraid to believe.

To believe in love is something he never thought he would do.

“I need you”

“I want you back”

“I…”

“I love you”

He wanted to laugh. Did he just heard him said ‘I love You’? However he can’t help but to feel happy about that.

“I love you”

“I’ll die if you leave me”

“Come back now”

“He’ll die without me?” he asked to no one but himself. Something warm flowing through his vein. It was painful but beautiful at the same time. Just like him. For that, he cried. Love he craved came to embrace him. His tears fell, one drop after another. The tears formed a pond on his palm. He looked at his own pond of tears and smile.

“I want us to be together”

“he want us to be together” he echoed.

...and decided.

“I want to go back”

And something appeared from the pond of his tears. It was shining brightly before dimmed slowly to reveal its true shape. A golden key.

“So here you are” he said drawing the key to his chest. The key shined back before it disappeared as if it was sucked in his heart.

as it disappeared, he felt lighter. His body slowly lifted up and floating in the air.

“I should go now”

***

“hello there”

The beautiful boy slowly opened his eyes for the first time after a very very long time. He eyed the wall, the ceiling, the window and the air-cond , everything but the other person.

Finally their eyes met.

“What took you so long?” the man tried his best to be as calm as he could but his voice betrayed him.

“Are you crying?”

“Baka! You haven’t answered my question yet” he pretended that he was angry to cover his embarrassment.

“I lost my key” he said.

“It took you so long to retrieved it, you are so slow and incompetent” he replied.

“I think I should go back to SLEEP”

“No don’t! Please. I was just joking.”

“got you!”

Silent.

“Shige…”

“yes?”

“I miss you so much”

“…”

“I miss your smile, your eyes, your voice. I miss your everything”

“…”

“Say something! I am embarrassed”

“…”

“Oi!”

“Nishikido kun”

“RYO…please”

“Ryo”

“That’s better”

“Thank you”

“For what?”

“For keeping your promise and…”

“and…?

“For saying that…you…”

“I said what?”

“You said you love me. That you can’t live without me”

“I…I didn’t say that”

“I heard you said that”

“No, I didn’t say anything”

“fine then. I think I want to SLEEP now”

“No, don’t. Okay! I admit it. I have said that. Now you can laugh at me”

“I won’t laugh at you. You saved me. You are the key that freed me from my own stupid world”

“…”

“From now on, I won’t care what people say about me. I am glad to be me. I am happy and lucky.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Ne, Shige”

“Yes Nishi…Ryo”

“Promise me you won’t hate me if I say this”

“okay. I promise”

“I have a confession to make. I, Nishikido Ryo, the sexiest man on earth is helplessly in love with Kato Shigeaki, the clumsiest nerd on earth. I love you. I love you so much…waaa…don’t hate me!”

“Ryo…I hated you..”

“You promised you won't hate me!”

“I am not finish yet. Listen. I hated you once but the, I started to fall in love with you?

“when?”

“Long ago”

“I love you even longer before you fall in love with me”

“no, I love you first”

“No! I…I love you FIRST!”

“Ryo no BAKA!”

“you even baka than me”

Silent.

No more awkwards silent as their eyes met each other. Ryo took Shige's hand and kissed it.

"your hand is still cold"

"I am sorry that i have a cold hand" the beautiful boy replied with an irresistably cute pout.

"Can i kiss you?" Ryo asked. Evidently blushed.

"No"

"I don't care" and he kissed him gently.

Their first kiss.

“Welcome back Shige and please, don’t leave me again”

***

That is how it ends. The beautiful boy now realizes his beauty. He could stand up to face the world and smile bravely at the face of perceptions and cruel words. He is not afraid anymore because he knows; Ryo will always be by his side. His Ryo will catch him whenever he falls and hold his hand when time is hard. He is not alone anymore.

Love is simple. They made it simple and beautiful.
Just like them.

And…

One more thing.

Shige also got a new dictionary. A better and accurate one.

***The end***.

A/N: i woke up at 8, wrote this fic right away without taking my breakfast first and now it is 12.33. i should get something to eat. gosh! i am hungry i can eat a horse.

comments will make me full and save the life of an innocent horse <3

for you and me (caught)

Fri, 02 May 2008 17:19:02 GMT

For You and Me (caught)
Author: kazuryoshi
Characters: Nishikato
Summary: he wants to but he can’t.

***

Uwah!!!!!!!!

He’s here! Why he’s here? Why am I here? What am I doing here? What is he doing here?

Uwah!!!!!

He’s coming. He looks angry… that’s kind of…hot…

Uwah!!!!

Help me~

Uwah!!!!

He pulls my left hand. It’s hurt. He is going to hurt me. Why? I didn’t do anything wrong to him.

Uwah!!!!

He pulls me. To where? The wall? I don’t know! I don’t even see a thing. How can I see if I close my eyes? Why do I close my eyes?

Uwah!!!

The wall kind of too soft and it smells good too. It smells like him.

Him?!! as in He?

“I am sorry” I was about to say that but…

I can’t.

I really can’t.

Because he…

Sorry but could you please leave us alone for a while?

Err..I mean…now!!!

for you and me (member-ai makes me cry)

Fri, 02 May 2008 16:58:36 GMT

For you and me (member-ai makes me cry)
Author: kazuryoshi
Characters: Nishikato, K.K
Summary: member-ai means asking your friend to help you with the ‘practice’.

***
Urgh… this is the fifth times.

Urgh! Its coming again. Hurry up before it’s too late!

Uwah…. I made it. That was close.

Oh, hi there. I am K. the single eyelid but ridiculously handsome guy.

I shouldn’t eat that spicy curry. Damn it. I should listen to S’s advice.

“oi! Stop eating that spicy curry, your stomach can’t handle it!” he said.

“oh! Don’t worry, I believe in my stomach” and that was what I said. For that I have to spend my precious times in the toilet. That is the price I have to pay for believing in my own stomach. But don't worry, I still believe in you my dear.

Ehem..I think you should leave me to do, err…my personal business.

…

Why are you still here?
Do you mind?!!! Please.

Thank you.

….

Phew! That’s better. I hope this will be the last one. I had enough.

Thank you for waiting. I think I should go now. Wait!
Somebody’s coming!

Shh…

Eh? I think this guy is in a hurry. He’s breathing hard. Is it from the running? I guess so.

Who could it be? He sounds like S, no, I think it’s K The Turtle.

Nah! I don’t think so.

Oh! Somebody else is coming.

OMG! OMG! Are they fighting? It’s like someone is forcefully pushed against the wall. Who?
I better take a look. Don’t worry, I am too smart to be involved in their crisis. I am not going to expose myself. I just take a peek, professionally, like the professional spy always does.

Slowly, slowly… *CRACK* damn this door. SHhhhhhHHhh…OMG I hope they won’t notice.

Doki doki doki doki.

I think they are not.

So, who are they? It’s a bit quiet in here. Is it over? I better check.

Eh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( I scream so loud but only in my mind)

R chan and S? are they? No! This is a mistake. They can’t be! There’s no way! Hell no!!

Take a deep breath and look again.

1,2,3

…

OMG! Its really them!

What should I do? Why are they k..kkkkii..ss..chu~!?

Calm down my self, calm down. Please.

Take a deep breath again…eww..what am I doing? Taking a deep breath in a toilet? Eww me!.

But why? The kiss? R and S?

Do you know why? You don’t know? Why am I not surprise?

Hmm, err…damn it..hmm..quiet please. I am doing some thinking here.

Ah! I get it.
You see! R chan is practicing for his new role in his latest Drama. What’s the title again? is it last friends? Best boyfriend? Well, it’s not important right. He told me last night that he will going to have his first kissing scene but he has no idea how to do it.

So he asks S to help him. Now I get it!

YAY!!! Finally!

Member-ai! They are getting closer because of all the other five members, he asks S to help him. He could ask T.Y or me, but he didn’t.

I want to cry now. Not that i am upset he didn't pick me. I am happy for them.

Wow! This is considerably long kiss. Wohoo! S looks awkward. Hahaha. He is so funny. Oi! S come on, you should loosen up and enjoy it. I mean give a proper response. ( I am silently cheering for my best buddy).

My dear S is so tense. Poor baby.

Aha! That’s what I’m talking about. Kiss back! S is kissing R back. He should do that earlier. BAKA!

Oh! It’s over now.

Hahaha. Look! They are blushing. Hahaha. Blushing R chan is priceless. I should take a picture.

Shh..where’s my handphone?
…
Okay..1,2,3 chu~

OMG! I forgot to turn off the flash!

I am so dead.

Shit! Shit!

OMG! They are coming.

I think this is the end of me. I bid you all farewell.

Sayonara.

Adieu.

for you and me (leader...henshin...KAME?)

Fri, 02 May 2008 09:16:32 GMT

For You and Me (leader…Henshin…Kame?)
Author: kazuryoshi
Characters: Nishikato, yamapi

Summary: henshin!!! The leader, as promised, is reporting for you.

***

Hi.

This is the leader again.

R is running while cursing (I guess)

He looks kind of angry. Eh? Wait! Did he just hit his own belly? Or… no, I think he just hit the lower part. Much lower I think…

.
..
...

OMG!!! Did he just?!

He must’ve missed it. Poor R-chan. That must be very painful. I know. I understand.

Oh well, he’s fine now.

Oh! No! he’s coming this way. Hide! HIDE! Hide leader hide!

But where should I hide? Help me~ (I can’t scream for help, please understand)

*table*

A table! Yay me!

Leader HENSHIN!!! Du du du. super *KAME!!!

Super KAME is hiding under the table. R will not going to notice me.

Shhh…

Doki doki

Phew… see he didn’t notice me right? I am good. I should do this more often.

Wait.

Okay, I think its safe now. I should go.

R now is…where is he?

OMG again!!!

I lost him..

* KAME means turtle.

# here’s one mystery.
How did Y be in the Hallway earlier than R when it was R who came out first?

for you and me (not a stalker)

Fri, 02 May 2008 07:36:43 GMT

For you and me (not a stalker)
Author: Kazuryoshi

Characters: Nishikato, Yamapi

***

This is crazy!

Oi! *Karada-san, why are you moving? Why are you running? Why are you chasing after him?

This is insane! I need to be the one in control again. Not this Karada-san. Oi! Karada-san!! Stop!! Or I will hurt you!

Karada-san…Stop!!! Or I will, I will…I will…OUCH!!

Damn it! This is your fault S kun. You’ll pay for this. I’ll make you.

Oh! Hey there! It’s you again huh.

Ouch! It’s really hurt.

I have to complain about this. It’s about S. This boy, S, is so stubborn. Oh, trust me; you don’t have any idea how stubborn he is.

I had once told him to stop wearing that ugly green shirt he bought at this cheap shop but guess what? He wore the same shirt for a week. Can you imagine? For a week!!! And it was summer! Ugh! Imagine the sweat, the smell…but he strangely smelt good though.

No! I didn’t say that! I didn’t say he smells good. No!

Now I have to find him. Why? Well, he just walked away from me. I gave him my best plus charming plus handsome plus cute plus sexy smile but in turn he gave me that awkward and obviously fake smile and then…and then..he just walked away.

Terrible.

I am hurt.

Can’t you see? Oh! heart. My poor heart.

I better hurry up. I think I know where he is. He always goes there. He always does.

Oi! Wait…I am not a stalker okay!! I just happen to know.

Hmm. The hallway seems darker today. Eh wait! Isn’t that Y just now? What he’s doing under that tiny table? Nah! Maybe I am just imagining thing, its quite dark in here you know. Besides, what is he doing so early here? He never comes early.

Do you want to know why?

Well… the answer is because he’s always late. Wahaha..ha..ha..heh..hmm.. Oi! This is a joke, so laugh!! Laugh!!! And this is not a request. Do you understand?

Man!!!

I better run.

Oh! Here I am… Wait! I should check first.

Hmm..ehemm..uhuh..CONFIRMED!

He’s here.

One… two… three… here I come!

Oh! Before that… could you please go now! I don’t want to be disturbed.

Bye.

*karada=body

for you and me (the one who knows)

Sat, 29 Mar 2008 14:27:07 GMT

title: for you and me (the one who knows)
author: kazuryoshi
pairing: nishikato

summary: this man knows what's going on beween those who's-name-cannot-be-mentioned because he is self proclaimed know-it-all super leader.

***
hi! kon kon!

do you know me? i dont think so. you will never, ever know who i really am since i am invisible. which means, i am as good if not nearly good as a well trained ninja when it comes to hiding. even sasuke got jealous of my exceptional talent.

i am here since 7.58 am. too early right. owh, do you know where i am now?

well, i am here, inside the meeting room, under the table and i dont have any idea how i could end up lying here. do you know how?

anyway...from my position i could see his foot, wearing sneakers today huh?. i think i know to whom this pair of red sneakers belong to but better check first.

sniff sniff...hmm, judging from the smell, i think he is R.

owh...somebody's coming.who is he...ow common, just step inside!!!

who he is?!..gosh!this is fun. you have no idea!

hey wait!(i screamed in my mind not out loud) why? he did not come in..instead..hmm, judging from his pace, i'm quite sure he's running away.

Running? as in running away? from who? R? owh..now i get it.

the other guy ran away from R.

.....who could it be?

...

i know who he is!! i am super intelligent! he must be S for no one else in this world would avoid to be alone with R other than him. i know its him.

speaking of these two, i wonder when they will call it quit? i mean, this pretencious i-cant-tolerate-you or you-annoyed-me or its-awkward-to-be-alone-with-you attitude should stop. i know there's some romantic feeling going on between these two though they keep on denying it. hah! i am the know-it-all super leader, there's nothing they can hide from me.

you may wonder since when i 'know' this. okay, this may shock you but to tell you the truth, R fell head to toe with S since the first time he saw him. dont believe me? so why do you think R kept picking on S? huh? HUH?! do you really think his display of affection towards U.H is real? or dont you think he did that in order to make somebody jealous? think again people!! while for S, he was too young to notice that before but i know, he had noticed that now and i am really sure he also felt the same as R.

i know. i just know. at least, that's what i think i know.

owh..R is moving. he's going to go after S. i should..OUCH!!!! damn you R chan, you just hit my pretty face with your stinky shoe, SHIT!! you'll pay for this...later...ops!

sorry, sorry for the harsh word..the usual me is calm,cool and handsome but this is painful. it just came out, the word i mean. sorry.

i should go now. sure, i wont let them see me because it will spoil the fun.

see you later.kon kon.

p/s: dont worry, i'll report the details later. just dont tell anyone about this or R will kill me and YOU too. Off Me GO!!

A/N: this was written in a middle of a failed attempt to save a little kitten. yes people, the kitten died, uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

for you and me (self acceptance)

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 07:26:27 GMT

title: for you and me (self acceptance)
author: kazuryoshi
pairing: Nishikato ow yeah!

summary: its the prodigy's turn again.

oh my oh my! I cant believe it!

oh. hi there! how are you? miss me?

let me tell you something, oh my oh my. last night, we went out together!! me, me and that person! just the two of us! am i dreaming? no im not. i am not dreaming..but why my best friend came to bother us? i mean, well, i know he was worried that it will be too awkward for us to be together, alone, just the two of us, but, i dont care about that, go to hell with MR. Awkward! i just want us to strengthen our bond, i want to be his friend, no, i want to be more than his friend..i want to be his...special someone, yes, special.

oh, my dearest friend, why did you come and ruined everything?.

i know he felt the same too (i hope so, i mean i really really really hope so)

this is getting worse (i am referring to my 'feeling'), i need to see him, i need to hear his voice, his mocking voice that tells me my hair style sucks, i need to feel his presence everywhere i go. what's happening to me? dont tell me im going crazy? but crazy in love..maybe?

wait! if i do in love with him, that will make me a g~ ge~ ga~~y, uwaaaaaaaa!!! ah..reminds me of my neighbour's kid that kept calling me 'geh' instead of my proper name.

oh my! what should i do if he found out about this?
(jimusho building is good enough, or i could lie down on the railway waiting for the train to hit me..yeah..i could do that)

but, its me. my feeling is real. i cant deny it and i cant stop it. so..

owh, here i am...wow! 25 minutes before meeting! i am good.

we are going to have a meeting today, just a group meeting, will he sit next to me as he always do?

i am opening the door now. am i the first to arrive?

doki doki doki doki

.......

OMG! its him!!and he smiles at me! okay, calm now, dont panic, smile back, now... wat should i do? how do i look?..better go to the toilet first.

i am going now..

you know what, im quite busy right now. so see ya.

p/s dont tell this to anyone okay. count on u :)

for you and me (confession of the self proclaimed sexy osaka man)

Wed, 26 Mar 2008 16:52:29 GMT

title: for you and me (confession of the self proclaimed sexy osaka man)
author:kazuryoshi
pairing: NishiKato ow yeah!
summary: its Ryo's turn to speak to you.

A/N: wow..this was done in one go...a record for me. there will be loads of grammatical mistakes and confusing sentences. to read this u need to be fully concentrate in order to get the real message. haha it was too exagerated. happy reading.

we went for dinner together. finally. finally. what's with the repetition of words there? yes.. i said 'finally' twice for i still couldn't believe myself. you have no idea how hard it was to say 'care to join me for a dinner tonight?' to him. no you dont because you are not me. you are not the person he publicly announced 'awkward to be with', you are not the one who showered him not by sweet and beautiful words of praises but insults and critiques, no, you're not. he was..is..was..was (i hope) afraid of me, not you.

to tell you the truth, the date...ops! no..the dinner, was awkward. i tried too hard to make a conversation that i sound stupid. then K.K. came. WHY?!! why above all people...i know he was worried but...damn it! i was trying to spend quality time with him, i want to strengthen our bond, i want us to be friend, to be more than just friend. oh no! dont get me wrong, i didnt mean that kind of friend, what i meant is that i want to be his special friend. yes..special. that's the key word. 'SPECIAL'... just special. nothing else.

do you know who is the person i am referring to? no you dont. you will never know. hahahahaha

honestly what do you think about me? am i sexy? am i charming? seductive? cute? handsome? tall?..?? lets forget about the last one. do you know how it feels to be me? no right?. so here, let me tell you how it is like to be.

being in two groups is such a pain in the ass, i repeat..PAIN IN (my skinny)THE ASS. it was tiring. having to learn two sets of different dance moves, to memorize twice the song lyrics compared to the other members, to change my personalities to suit my images in my respective groups. there are too much things to mention and too painful to remember.

yes,i am tired. the sexy osaka man is tired.

but his laugh is magic. it spellbound me everytime i heard him laughing. his eyes sparks everytime he talks about his 'nana' or funny things he encountered on his way to jimusho. he loves taking picture and i love to picture him taking those pictures. eww..why am i saying this?..

there was once when we have photoshot in the park, it was spring. it was our turn...ours..the two of us..we were paired up for the photoshoot, we were asked to lie on the grass, everything went smooth before i accidently cathced a spark of fear in his BEAUTIFUL eyes. i asked him what's wrong but he was too petrified to speak yet he managed to glance to his shoulder. there, there i saw, a green tiny little creature crawling lazily on his left shoulder. a strike of thunder in my mind reminds me of how this person cant in any way tolerate with that green thing. i decided to let the thing crawl for a while longer but when tears started forming in his BEAUTIFUL eyes, i couldnt take it and hurriedly pick the thing up and throw it as far as i could.

he's about to cry face was the cutest. i swear!

where was i?

i talked about him again didnt i? damn it. i shouldnt do this. i love him you know..no no..not that kind of love, love as in K.K's member ai. that kind of love ok. nothing funny. no.

i am now alone in the meeting room..we gonna have meeting today. i purposely came earlier so that i could...NO, i purposely came early to avoid the traffic jam. nothing else.

30 minutes to 9.00. where the heck is he?

oi! i warn you, this is only, exclusively between you and me. dont tell anyone else about this especially him though i doubt you would know who i am talking about. but, should i cought anyone of you leaking this private sharing of thoughts to the others... i will make your life a living hell. muahahaha..-that's an evil laughter..MIND YOU!!
wahahahahahahaha

owh..here he is...

bye..

fic: brothers (chapter 2)

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 09:09:53 GMT

Title: Brothers (chapter 2)

Author: Kazuryoshi

Genre: Alternate world, humanity, love.

Characters: Yasuda Shota, Kato Shigeaki, Ohkura Tadayoshi, Nishikido Ryo.

Pairing: you may guess

Disclaimer: I wont write this if I own them.

Rating: G?

summary: yoko being random, shige being anxious, ryo being a caring son and tadayoshi thought he could fly. yeah..i am worse when it comes to summarizing.

Chapter 2

“Rain, red in colour, fire, something burning, meat perhaps, storm, thunder, screams. I was scared I swear I have vomited many times. I saw a woman running and screaming a name, she was burning, I can see the fire all over her. Finally she collapsed in front of me and I watched, just watched, as the fire swallowing her hungrily, by seconds her once beautiful figure turned into ashes. I was scared I swear I wet my pants several times. then, I saw a man, clothes were torn up, blood is everywhere, he walks slowly towards me, I can see he is trying to say something to me, something like ‘help’ but I was too scared to listen. Suddenly he appeared before me, crooked smile, his bleeding hand rose, his other hand rose, I don’t know why, and I don’t know how his body exploded. I saw what left of him scattered on the ground. My hand suddenly has life on its own. My hand picked a piece of the man’s meat and forcefully stuffed my mouth with it. I was too scared that I bite my tongue in between the chews. Suddenly, suddenly, there was this boy who was bright; in fact he was too bright that I couldn’t see his face. The boy handed me a flower, rose I guess and I took it albeit uncertain if the flower is poisonous. I don’t know how but as I touched the flower, I could see everything clearly, those dreadful sights were all gone, I was in a field covered with green grass and dancing daffodils, birds were chirping their own song, and the wind blew very gently. And somehow, I saw my two sons lying peacefully on the grass, they wore the weirdest clothes ever yet I have to admit they both looked handsome in it, they must have got it, the look I mean, from me. Then, then I realised there’s another boy standing behind the bright boy, his face was stern and protective, his round eyes were judging and eyeing me cautiously. Suddenly, they ignored me and started talking to each other; the boys with my boys I mean. The boy with stern expression was talking to my oldest son and he was smiling and laughing, so did my son. My younger son slipped a flower to the bright boy’s hair and they also looked happy. I was wondering what they were talking about when suddenly they looked at me all at once and saying something I couldn’t hear before running away from me to a place that was kind of familiar to me. Then there is another boy but I can’t see him clearly for he was covered with dust. They were getting smaller and smaller until the boys, the dust boy and my boys plus the place vanished in a thin air. It was blurry at first but then I realised that the place was the slum.”

“then I woke up and decided I have to visit the slum and find the boys”

Shingo watched in amazement as his friend finishing up his dream tale, he never realise how fast his friend could talk until now.

“so!?”

“the truth is, I don’t understand what you were saying. You talked way too fast, I can’t figure out most of the words that were coming out from your mouth.”

“too bad. But my point is, I have to go there no matter what and you are coming with me”

Shingo realised that there is no point of arguing so he just nodded though it was half heartedly. He couldn’t believe how ridiculous his friend could be, believing a dream is one thing and chasing after boys he don’t even know if they were really exist or not is another thing. What worse is of all the place in the world, why it has to be the slum?.

“you are crazy yoko..you’re loco..loco yoko..see it even perfectly rhymed with your name”

“I knew it, I shouldn’t have told you, I know you will not believe me”

“oh… I do believe you, your dream to be exact, what I don’t believe is you”

”me?”

“yeah… you…loco yoko” he said mockingly.

“stop making fun of me. I want you to explain why you don’t believe me and I am not requesting”

“so you want to play president with me again?...okay Mr. President. I do believe the dream part but I can’t believe the fact that you actually believe it. It was just a dream man, a dream,D.R.E.A.M. do/rii/mu”

“I know but it felt soREAL”

“yeah, and now I have to risk my precious life for the sake of a president’s dream, thank you my good friend” said the wise man while patting his friend’s back.

“but it felt awfully REAL”

***

“REALLY?”

“really! I think father is really crazy”

“I know but he’s still our father”

“yeah…” Tadayoshi stares blankly at the outside world through the window pane, a singing bird caught his eyes and he started drawing imaginary map on his empty plate. The glorious sky reflects its magnificent colours of blue, yellow and purple with a shade of grey as a sign of the approaching night.

“Ryo ni sama, have you ever wonder…?”

“wonder? About what?” replied the older boy dully.

“have you ever wonder what is it like to be bird?”

“no”

“me neither”

“so why you asked?”

“…”

“hey, are you okay?”

Tadayoshi shifted his look from the bird to his brother.

“I wonder what it look like outside?” without him noticing it, his long fingers move by its own, erasing the imaginary map on the plate by a stroke.

Ryo shook his head. “you’re really strange…sometimes”

***

Shota’s absence is something dreadfully strange to him.

It was always the same for him and Shota. When the sun is about to set he will be at home and Shota will always be there to welcome him with his sweet smile. He will hand him the food and Shota’s eyes will shine and lively again. He will always come back on time and Shota will always be there waiting for him and they will talk happily while enjoying their humble feast.

But where is he now?.

Shige started imagining all the worst things could befell upon Shota, his body is weak and the slum will never be a safe place for someone with a cute face like him. The slum is full of corrupted people that won’t let go of a beautiful prey like him. No, they will not and Shota will not be able to protect himself against them. The thoughts mercilessly sent fears through his every vein making him shivers.

“damn Shota! Where the hell are you?!”

His round eyes were open wider and wilder. He screamed his brother’s name until he hurts his throat. His feet drag him to no particular directions. He is desperate to find Shota for the last thing he wish for is to lose him. Shige is tired and scared and that mixture of feelings turned into anger, then came the guilt that made him completely lost in his own thoughts and agony.

His instinct suddenly brought him back to the river where they were first met. The river divides the city and the mysterious wood. But when he reached there, he was still all alone.

Shota is not there.

“Sho kun, where are you?” no more shouts for he himself have to struggle so hard even to catch a single breath. He is too tired and thirsty so he walked straight to the river; soaking himself with its cold water before he bent down to drink the juice of the nature. As the water made its way through his throat he felt a strange calmness surrounding him, the cold water miraculously extinguished the raging fire inside him and replenished his draining energy. Shige is smart but he couldn’t understand the unfamiliar feeling that is growing inside him so he just closes his eyes and let the feeling grows in him.

“Shige?”

He knows that voice. He knows that voice too well.

“Sho kun!” he immediately open his eyes and find the said boy is walking towards him but Shige did not wait, he quickly runs back to the ground, grabs the smaller boy by his arms and pulls him into a tight hug.

He was relief that his Sho kun is here with him. Weariness that suddenly came forced him to fall down.

“shige!”

“don’t worry, I’m fine.”

“you sure?”

“positive” the truth is, Shige is not fine. He is tired and was scared to death. If it was not because of his voice of reason that told him not to cry, he would certainly break down and cry in front of his Sho kun.

I cant cry, I have to be strong for the both of us

“Shige…I’m sorry”

“where have you been?”

“I’m sorry. I overslept. There is this huge swing, it wasn’t there yesterday, then I play with it, then I fell asleep”

“what are you talking about?”

“I went to the wood, as usual..”

“you went to the wood? don’t you scared of the monster?!!” his already round eyes were open wider in disbelief.

“what monster?, there’s no monster in there. And yes, I went there almost everyday. I thought I’ve told you about that.”

“no! you never told me anything about the wood”

“did i?. Please forgive me”

“what are you doing there?”

“well…Shige, you’re soaking wet. You’ll get cold. Lets go home first, besides I’m hungry”

“no…I want you to answer my question first”

“no I won’t! but if you insist, I’ll tell you on our way home. Are you fine with it?”

“well…I guess”

“Shige…”

“what’s wrong?”

“did I make you angry?”

Shige shakes his head weekly.

“no, but don’t do that again. My heart won’t be strong enough; if you do this again, I might get a heart attack and die”

And shige was not lying.

“no! I promise you, I won’t do it again” he cried.

“Sho kun…did you get hurt?”

“no”

“sho kun”

“yes?”

“let’s go home” he said while secretly observing the smaller boy who is struggling to support him.

***

“father is not home yet, its already a month, why should he leave ?” questioning eyes are wide open upon seeking for the answer from his mother.

“I don’t know, your father never told me” said the mother while looking at her son through the reflection of the giant mirror. Her long fingers are firm against the golden comb and with those she gently almost cautiously brushes her long hair, few strands of hair fall and like feathers, its lightly landed on the floor. She shifted from her son’s to her own reflection. She on the other side was smiling weakly.

“mother, are you fine?” ask the concern son.

“I am fine, don’t worry” answer the mother. Not completely honest.

But Ryo is not blind; he knows his mother is not well; her porcelain skin is slowly losing its healthy complexion so does her once shiny round eyes. Ryo hates the fact that he is not capable even to give the slightest spark that will bring back her smile but then he blames everything to his father for doing this to them. He had promised them. he promised he will come back after one week, but a month had passed and never once the president sent anything to them that could indicate if he is alive or not. Something sickening and painful grows inside him as he thinks about it.

“Ryo sama!, Ryo sama! Tadayoshi sama..he..he…” panicked. A maid in her black and white uniform rushed into the room. She looked pale and terrified as if she just saw a ghost. There’s blood on her cheek.

He knows that something bad must’ve happened to his brother.

“tadayoshi sama jumped from the window. We tried to stop him but he insisted to jump”

“What!!!” both the mother and the son exclaimed.

The three of them ran to where Tadayoshi is, the maid led the way and when they reached the pond, Ryo couldn’t believe his eyes. Tadayoshi is lying unconscious on the ground; blood stained both his face and his cloth. A maid is crying beside him but doing nothing to stop the bleeding. Useless maid! Ryo almost fainted when he noticed his brother’s ankle twisted in a weird angle.

“oh my god! Tadayoshi!” was the last words before Leah collapsed and fell down hard on the ground.

Ryo is petrified by the double dose of accidents that befell upon his beloved ones but soon enough he managed to collect himself.

“you two, bring my mother back to her room and seek for help, quick!”

“yes sir!” they said with both faces smeared with a mixture of tears and Tadayoshi’s blood.

Ryo quickly ran towards his unconscious little brother. Gently, he laid the boy’s head on his lap, pull out his handkerchief and wipe off the blood from the boy’s head.

“It wouldn’t stop. Damnit!”

Lightly he tapped his little brother’s cheek, trying to wake him up. He wanted to cry for he is scared of loosing his brother but he couldn’t. Tears won’t fall; it never fall, not even on the day he was born.

Miraculously, Tadayoshi did open his eyes and smiling gently by the sight of his brother.

“I’m alright” he said faintly.

“baka! Since when human can fly?!” Ryo retorted with a trembling voice.

“he said I can” and once again he closes his eyes leaving his brother in perplexity.

A/N: i dont know if i should continue this fic. *sigh* i am just bad at multichaptering.

Fic:Brothers (Chapter 1)

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 02:45:46 GMT

Fic: Brothers (Chapter 1)
author: Kazuryoshi
genre: myth, humanity, love
character: Kato shigeaki, Yasuda Shota, nishikido Ryo, Ohkura Tadayoshi, Yokoyama you, Murakami Shingo, Tegoshi Yuuya and yeah...Leah Dizon
pairing: not yet...but there will..for sure.
Disclaimer: i am married with Shige..yeah rite..
Rating: G

“I’m going now”

“okay…and be careful”

“I will”

Shota watched as Shige left their decaying hut while his finger caressing a locket that felt cold as it touches his chest. They have been living together for years and took an oath that they will be brothers forever but none ever open their mouths and spit their bitter pasts to the other. Their pasts were their only treasures and also the only connection between them and the life they had before they were thrown inside the slum. They had promised to suppress the memories of the pasts for the sake of their future.

“but there is no future for us here”. Sad. Shota slowly paced his way outside to where he could see the great sun burning furiously and spreads the warmth to the world. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he wonders what it feels like to be a bird?.

“Birds has wings; they can fly to wherever they want” he thought.

“its good to be you right?” he said to the birds that flew pass him.

The birds chirp and bow then fly high up to the sky.

“did they just…?” he questioned himself in awe but then decided that it was only his imagination. Birds do no bow.

He had nothing else to do so he decided to pay a visit to his favourite place.

The wood.

The wood is a beautiful virgin maiden that sleeps peacefully in the arms of the darkness, away, away, away from the greedy eyes of the hunters. The wood knew him, welcomed him and embraced him in her gentle hug. The wood is still as if it was untouched by time, but sometimes, Shota could hear voices as if someone is whispering the unknown words that he could and could not understand all at the same time. Never once he took notice of those mysterious words and never once he got scared by them. The wood is full of walking spirits, unseen and Shota could feel hundred pairs of watchful eyes watching him all the time but those eyes were gentle, warm and somehow waiting.Waiting for something that is unknown to him.

Never once he bothered to know what it was.

In the deepest side of the wood was where Shota had found his secret hiding place. There he found his new companion, a giant rose tree that has only one flower. Red rose that always blooms and never dries up dances every time he came and Shota always loves to watch it dancing. Beside the rose stands a very old giant tree, a definitely prominent figure of the wood, it has giant roots that is now Shota’s darling place to rest and when he is sleepy, the still wood will come to live. The wind plays the soft music while the leaves, the trees and all the creatures in the wood will sing to him a mystical lullaby to send him into a deep and peaceful sleep.

People avoided the wood for the wood was feared with its dark mystery. People believed that the wood is a house of a fearsome creature. “The creature come out to hunt at night and sleep at day, it has red eyes, long and sharp teeth, smoking breath that smells like a rotten corpse, it eats raw meets, drinks fresh blood and most of all, favours children’ sweet meet”. That was what parents always told their children to keep them safe and sound at home when the night begins spreading its mysterious dark veil. Night in the slum is always darker than any other place inhabited by man. The truth is, anyone who entered the wood will never be seen again, so no one ever come back to tell the truth about the wood. People assumed they were all killed by something and that was when the story of fearsome and ugly creature started. Some people refused to believe it but still it was evident that they were all scared of the wood.

But never once Shota got scared by it.

-The rose is dancing- Shota is here again.

“something happened on my way here” Shota talks casually to the flower as if it could hear and understand him.

The wood seemed quieter then it already was.

“there was this man, I think he was drunk. You know what he did to me?”

The rose dances gracefully. To the left, to the right.

“he called me!”

“hey girl!”

“ He called me girl!! Can you believe it?”

“Come here!! Kiss me or I’ll kill you” he said while imitating the man awkwardly for he is just bad at imitating.

if only the rose could laugh…

“of course I ignored him, then he started chasing after me, I was scared back then, I kept screaming for help.”

“help! Help! But no one even bother to look”

“that man caught me but I kicked his stomach real hard and he vomited” Shota was a bit proud while saying that and found it difficult to suppress his giggle.

“his face looked funny” he continued.

“I saw some kind of yellow liquid coming out from his mouth and it smelt terrible, ew…that was gross, then I ran, then I am here!” brilliant smile but a bit smeared by an invincible pain that came from nowhere.

“Rose chan, you know what, if Shige was there, he will finish him easily because Shige is very strong.” his voice slightly trembling “He works hard everyday so we have something to eat. Shige is my little brother, my sweet and kind little brother, I should be the one taking care of him but look at me, I am useless, I am nothing but his burden…Rose chan, I really hate myself” he started crying. That cry turned into sob and that sob made him hurt his chest and the pain made him curled himself before the mixture of pain and agony forced him to fall on the ground.

He felt ashamed of his worthless self. With his hand, he wiped the tears that in turn left tracks of tears and dust on his face. That hand of his then is lifted as if trying to reach something but then he pull back and that hand is now accompanying his other hand, playing pillow under his head.

A crimson red petal fell and landed on Shota’s small hand.

Perhaps Rose chan is crying too.

“Shota, everything will be all right”

The soft voice stopped him from crying.

“…hey, it wasn’t there yesterday…” his eyes widened.

* * *

“father please let me go with you”

“no, its dangerous, the slum is nothing you could ever imagine of, people who live there are all sinners and dangerous. No son, I won’t risk it”

“but… but… is it true?, I mean, I heard people talking about that place and I really want to see it and confirm it with my own eyes. I want to see how they live and most importantly… how they survive” the young master has not given up yet.

“look son, I have to go there because its my responsibility as a leader to watch over my people, they are my people too and I have tried to improve their life yet nothing work so far. Trust me son, you will not ready for it, in fact, I think you never will, but I promise, one day, when you are older, I’ll take you with me.”. the president is adamant with his decision but deep inside his heart, he is proud of his son for he is willing to get out of his comfortable cocoon to see how the life goes in the slum, a place where no rich kids would dare setting their foots in.

“promise?”

“I promise” a father’s promise to his precious flesh and blood.

The president shifted his look to his second son who stands next to his brother.

“Tadayoshi” he gently spoke to his taller son.

“yes father” the young Tadayoshi, 15 years of age looked up and flinched as his father tried to pinch his slightly chubby cheek. Then he giggled as his father patted his head.

“you are so naughty don’t you know that?” he said while tousling his son’s hair.

“no I am not”

“be good to your brother”

“okay!”

“and your mother”

“okay”

“Promise?”

“I promise”

Looking back to his oldest son.

“Ryo”

“yes father”

“can I trust you to watch over your mom and your brother while I’m gone”

“I will father, you can trust me” answered the young master assertively.

“and Leah, look out for our children while I’m gone. I love you and don’t worry. I’ll be fine, after all he’s with me” gently he drew his beloved wife nearer before planted a kiss on her forehead.

After saying goodbye to his family, the president went off with a friend.

His friend is a man he trust his life to, a man who had been with him all the way through and a man that is now his own wise prime minister, Murakami Shingo.

“we won’t be seeing him in a week” speaking in her motherly tone, she tried to hide her own anxiety, the fear she had for her husband’s safety. She couldn’t understand why he wanted to disguise as a commoner, not as president that has trained soldier to guard him and protecting him from dangerous threats. This is slum he is going to, not an ordinary place. She was feared for the things she had heard but never witnessed about the slum. She had tried to stop him but when the president has made up his mind; no one else could change it. Not even his wife.

Ryo watched as his mother started to break down and with the help of Tadayoshi, he managed to hold her up and supported her to stand and brought her back to her room.

“get some rest mother, I am sure father will be all right” he said while gently stroking his mother’s hair. A beautiful silky long black hair with a calming lavender scent.

“stay with mother, I’m going to get her some water” he said to his brother.

Ryo stood up and slowly left the room and prays silently for his stubborn father and uncle

Shingo’s safety.

* * *

“its only the two of us”

“yeah”

“And we have pretty much nothing and no one to protect us except this gun”

“yeah…”

“this old gun”

“yeah”

“I am four months pregnant”

“yeah”

“stop ‘yeah-ing’ me! and damn! you don’t even listen to me, hey… Yoko, tell me why?”

“why? Why what?”

“don’t ‘why what’ me! why?! Why the hell you want to go there?”

“relax…watch your volume, don’t forget the fact that now you are talking to a president of your beloved country”

“go to hell with your president! No Yoko! You are my friend and I’ve known you for too long that I don’t have to guess there is something behind this. This trip to living hell is crazy, you are jeopardizing your life and mine and you don’t even tell me why!... Why!? And oh have I mentioned to you that I am not married yet?!”

“which ‘why?’ you want me to answer first” it is a wonder if the president is actually mentally challenged or he just bad at making jokes because in a calm, relaxing day, that kind of question might be taken as “oh I got it, he is just trying to crack some joke” but in this kind of situation, the question will be more likely to provoke someone than making them laugh.

“ouch!” a free gift in a form of sharp tsukkomi from shingo.

“I really missed doing that to you man, now tell me why?”

“okay, okay… but, you may not going to believe it”

“try me…but you better be sure that the reason is worthy enough”

“okay…” the president took a deep and heavy breath as if it is was his last breath on earth.

“I had a dream…”

* * *

Darkness has started its invasion on the sky of the lifeless slum.

“here’s your food son”

“thank you sir, thank you”

“so, see you tomorrow, don’t be late”

“I won’t”

“bye bye shige”. Said a cute boy with a large brown eye.

“bye tegoshi” he said without looking at the boy.

“Shige is so nice. I like Shige” tegoshi whisper to himself while smiling as he watches him leaving the shop.

Holding a small package with his calloused hand, Shige ran as fast as he can. He can’t wait to see Shota and hand him the food he got, the leftovers. He ran even faster knowing Shota who’s waiting for him is weak and hungry for he has no food to eat the whole day.

The thought made him run even faster.

With the pace he is now standing in front of their hut.

“Sho kun, I’m home, see I got lots of food today, we can have a fea-..,”

“sho kun?”

His Sho kun is no where to be found.

* * *

Sleep little darling, don’t be scared.

Be at peace,be at peace

Hush little darling, I’m here with you.

Sleep little darling and dream of me.

Be at peace, be at peace

Hush little darling, the world is yours.

Close your eyes little darling

Let your soul flying free

Spread the enchanted wings of yours

And spellbound the world with you beauty

Breath little darling

And smile, and laugh

Soon You’ll bring us back to life.

A/N: finally chapter 1...feel free to drop a coment or two. this was done rushly so there will be lots of errors. insights are very much

For you and me

Thu, 24 Jan 2008 03:19:29 GMT

Title: for you and me

Author: Kazuryoshi

Charater: Shige centric (hint of NishiKato)

Disclaimer: very much…in my own little dream world.

Rating: G

Summary: I am really bad at this…hmm..this is Shige sharing his inner thoughts with you. Yes. You.

I thought I was an idol, I am popular and everybody in this country would know me but every times I went outside, doing normal things like normal people do, I came into realisation that I am indeed an idol, but I am not as popular as I thought and I found out that people even hardly recognized me.

Hi, I am, if you care to know, is Kato Shigeaki, a proud member (though I am not sure if other members are proud of me too) of a very popular idol group known as NewS. I am lucky to be chosen despite my lack of singing and dancing ability. Maybe, maybe because (if I may say) I am considerably more good looking than other juniors, maybe, just maybe (I hope nobody will be offended with this).

I did mention me lacking of dancing and singing skills, well those often made me felt inferior compared to my other group mates and they are amazingly good looking. I felt small and almost invisible though it was obvious that I am the second or third tallest member of the group. My acting skill is no good either. Sometimes, I wonder, what the hell am I doing here? Sometimes, on certain occasions, I thought this group will be better off without me. I should just continue my life as a normal university student.

We are an idol group, this one boy, a very cute and bubbly boy has an angelic voice and as if it was not enough, he also has an extremely cute face perfected with a very adorable personality (though I often found it annoying), he is fit for the title. Another one is not so good looking, this guy always complaining about his single eyelid though I honestly think it doesn’t look that bad to him, this guy is also not very good at singing but he could dance better than me, he is also well known for his talkativeness which qualified him to be the mc for lots of programs associated with our agency and I think he is also fits the title. Another guy, this one is very, very, very popular, man who don’t know Y----i? He is like one of the most popular idol of the agency and I have certain respect towards him. He is the group leader anyway, so hands down, he is very very idol like to me. Another guy, as I adore his dancing skill I also amaze by his eating habit, has cute smile and considerably good singing voice and hell yeah, he is an idol (though I doubt about his fashion sense). And then, Above them all, he is the one I respect the most though it is not obvious because it seems like I am afraid of him. He scolds me wherever and whenever he wants like I am an idiot, but I don’t mind it (well, most of the time I dare say) for I took everything he said as some kind of a show of what I believe is ‘tough love’ for he is just too cool to show his care for a person like me. I love…I mean I like him for being him though he has a quick, sharp and poisonous tongue, I was once traumatized by his words but once I got used to it, I started to like it, even crave for it that sometimes, just sometimes, I mean very seldom I intentionally do something stupid, or simply being clumsy in front of him just to get his attention and voila, those words will flow from his mouth like water, unobstructed. He is in fact very popular, maybe as popular as our group leader or maybe he is even more popular than him…who knows. Of course he is an idol, even my neighbour’s 2 years old baby could pronounce his name perfectly and she could only call me ‘geh’ ‘geh’, what am i? gay?! (Damn that kid!). Then, there is me, the un-idol like human being who felt like an outcast and dimmed even on a shiny (and itchy) and..(and ugly…hideous) unique costumes (more like severe wardrobe malfunction, shh…its only between me and you). I just hope I can be better if I could have even not both but one of the desirable skills I’ve mentioned before.

‘The smart one’ is what I always known for, but being smart is not a necessity for an idol because for a weird reason, I found out that for some, being ‘intelligently challenged’ is somehow cute. Is that mean I am not cute?. Minus another 5 marks for me.

*Sigh*

He always complained about me being a heavy sigher (does that word even exist?) for I always sigh. “sigh, sigh,sigh, you’ll get older than you already look!” he’ll complained. You know who ‘he’ is?...you can guess but I wont tell you the answer though. Few months have passed since the first time I drink something associated with alcohol in my birthday party. Yes, you may not believe it but I am just 20 years of age, and you may even hard to believe this, but I am actually only few months older than T.Y.

I think I had enough with complaining so now I want to talk about one of the member of the group. Why?...because this is my story so I could do whatever I like with it. Hahaha. This guy has a small built but he is amazingly strong and extremely dedicated and hardworking. Having been a respective member of two idol groups certainly is a pain in the ass but he managed though he never success in gaining his weight (for he is too busy). He is very kind and gentle but it were all hidden (suppressed should I say) by his sharp and poisonous tongue. He is a self proclaim Sexy Osaka Man but honestly, (I hope he wouldn’t know this) I think Cute Osaka Man..err Boy suits him well because for me, look wise, he is so cute and childish. Don’t you agree with me?. you’re not?. The hell, I don’t care. We didn’t talk much for it is always awkward to be with him all alone, maybe because we don’t really know each other before, now things are much better between us. I am surprised to find out we have the same taste in music and that we both love the same rock bands. He also praised my ‘happy music’ which made me blushed like crazy (I’m not use of praises, that’s why). And I also love his ‘stereo’ and ‘code’ and though he thought I will be too nervous to do it rightly, I am actually looking forward to have our first song together. I was actually inspired by this one fan who said we sound perfect together. (I hope he’ll know this). he is also the prominent reason behind my new hair style. He is…wait…wait a minute………why am I talking so much about him. oh no, what…what am I doing. I, I , I think I should stop here.

So see you next time. ^_^;

p.s: please keep this to yourself, don’t you dare ‘sharing’ this with anyone else. This story is only for you and me.

the end.

A/N: the ending was a bit abrupt don’t u think? But I kind of like it that way coz he will see you again.. J

fic:Brothers

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 09:24:55 GMT

Title: Brothers

Author: Kazuryoshi

Genre: Alternate world, humanity, love.

Characters: Yasuda Shota, Kato Shigeaki, Ohkura Tadayoshi, Nishikido Ryo.

Pairing: none…not yet hehehe

Disclaimer: I wont write this if I own them.

Rating: mature readers

Summary: human and the nature..Man! I am so bad at summarizing.

***

Prologue

A very long time ago when human and nature lived harmony and peacefully on the face of earth, when the time goes slowly and steady giving way and opportunity for beings to reflect and appreciate the priceless gifts that had been given to them, it was the glorious days when everything seemed beautiful and perfect. But, nothing in this world will stay the same for changes are inevitable. Human started learning and discovering things and the knowledge they have had led them to a new world so called ‘civilization’. They started thinking themselves as the superior beings that have the rights to rule and conquer the world in any way they want and sadly used their intelligence for nothing but menacing, manipulating and destroying the nature as a price for their own greed, never once they stop to think about the damage they were doing not only to the earth but also to themselves. The arrogant human believed that they were the most powerful species on earth and forgot the fact that there are spirits and long lost souls who still reside with nature. They are very powerful in a way that they could wipe thousands, even millions of souls in a split second with the unspeakable power that has remained silent and patient, waiting for human to realize their own mistakes and bring back the old peaceful earth. Yet, human never woke up from their selfish dreams.

The unpleasant wind of change blew softly. No one noticed the grave news it carried with and it was all too late when the nature finally awakes and howled melancholically, burnt everything with its raging fire and with a drip of tear it drown great civilization and washed traces of sins from the surface of the world. It burnt and killed yet, nature was not as cruel as human being, nature was not as greedy as human being, nature had given the survivors a second chance, to correct their mistakes and start it all over again.

The spirits were once again back to sleep.

But human are stupid, they will never learn.

Thousand years had passed; the story of the great destruction was long forgotten. People lives their life day to day, lucky or unlucky, they have to carry on with the life they were born into, the riches stay rich, the poor stay poor but greed and lust remain as humans’ best friends.

Most.

Not everyone.

And the spirits wait, silently, patiently.

***

There is one place on earth where nobody wants to live in yet it was amazing to see that the population growth rapidly and it was even shocking to see how it decreased just as fast as it grew. The place, the city, is always dark even under a bright sunlight for the lives within the place were merely walking shadows. They were dead souls walking in a living bodies and waiting for the day when they will say their eternal goodbyes. It was the worst place to live in but Destiny, as cruel as she is had brought two innocent souls into the city.

They were orphans, alone and hopeless.

He was twelve when he found a boy lying on the edge of the river bank. The boy’s hair was messy but nicely cut and body wrapped with fine clothes, the one that only the riches could afford but it was all torn up, revealing his pale skin and badly wounded body. The boy is awake but his eyes were hollow, he knew the look for it reminded him of himself the first time he stepped his feet on this forlorn land. He knew the look so well he didn’t have to guess that the boy had already lost his willing to live.

Something in him told him to save the boy. Something deep down his heart told him he needed to save the boy and that something was his memory of his past that brought back an image of a man with a brilliant smile. A good man who had given him the light just in time before he completely gave up his precious life.

He was rescued by a good man who found him and took him to his house and taking care of him as his own son. A good man who was a carpenter that’s life inspired by the majestic beauty of the nature. He love and appreciate nature more than his own life. He was a good man who he called father and a good man he was before his life was cruelly taken by a ruthless drunken man.

That kind and sweet loving man was gone years ago but he is still very much alive in his memory.

“I was rescued. Now, it’s my time to rescue”

He took the boy’s hand, supported him to stand and brought him back to his hut and it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship that based on the noble honesty and strengthened by thousands pillars of trust, affection and love.

Destiny, in her mysterious way had the two very young children hold their hands for the first time as brothers and the world does not seemed so dark anymore. They were still young children of twelve and eight when one night they decided to cut their little fingers. Witnessed by the pale moon, they had written an oath with their own precious blood. A promised that no matter what will happen in the future, they will stay together, forever, for eternity.

…Even death won’t do them apart.

They were children who saw the world at the very same angle but different in perspectives. Life in a slum should be painful and suffocating but the children had found their own ways to happiness. Only children that have the purest of heart could work such powerful magic. But the world is no wonderland; they will have to give up their small body to grow which also means giving up their magical sense.

They don’t understand why but the world seems darker.

The older boy has a weak body, fine bone with feminine feature. By the age of 15, he stopped developing and stuck to that age as if the time was stopped for him. His skin is of very pale complexion yet his smile is brighter than the sun and is warmer. He is the gentle one, innocent, childish at times and loving. He is a strong boy for he never cried in front of his younger brother but the four walls of used boxes and thousand holes of decaying wooden roof, their only shelter, had witnessed his litres of tears streaming down his face each time he was all alone and hopeless. He hated himself for not being able to do anything; he hated himself for having to count his life solely on the shoulder of his brother. He wanted to do something, even the smallest thing so he could lessen the weight of responsibilities his brother had to carry with but never once his body allowed him to.

The other boy was of a better luck for despite their hard life, he grew healthier and stronger and by the age of 14 he walked beside his brother and had the older boy to look up whenever he wanted to say something to his younger brother. Has a pair of round and questioning eyes that reflects not only his wits but also his generosity and kindness .He remembered the time when he had given up his life and ready to embrace the darkness in death, his brother came and grab him just in time before he completely sealed by it. Since that day, he decided to stay alive, if not for himself, he’ll do it for his brother’s sake. He didn’t mind all the tough jobs for having his brother around is all that matter. He knew his brother is weak and incapable of doing heavy works so he will work for him. He did not mind it. All he wants is to see his brother happy, healthier and stronger. Every day was a struggle but when he came home with money or foods on his hands and seeing his brother waiting for him with a smile on his face, he felt accomplished.

The brothers miraculously survived in a seemingly hopeless place, they were the nobles of the seemingly hopeless place and they are the living proof to show that human, no matter how terrible their life are, still capable of loving and to be loved.

On the other side of the slum, a brighter world where the riches celebrate their wealth days and nights, two brothers sat silently watching their father and mother standing proudly on the carefully decorated stage. Their father, the president, is a man of honour who walks and talks in an impeccable manner. A man who is charming, a gentleman, a handsome face perfected with a pair of shiny hazel eyes and who’s voice is strong and certain had won the heart of the people and not forgotten girls and women but as honourable and loyal he is, he had given his heart to his wife, the one and only person he could afford to love.

The older son is obviously smaller than his younger brother who stands taller. He was full of envy for the little brother’s height and also the attention that his little brother has. He was full of rage whenever the others compared the two of them and referred him as the shorter Kitagawa. He hates it but above all, no one in this world could deny his love towards his only brother. His brother is taller and more popular than him but he is still his little brother who runs into his room at night whenever he had nightmares, who slept soundly on his lap while he reads him his favourite bedtime story and an adorable brother who has a killer puppy eyes look that he uses to make him leaves his books to play with him.

Their father is the most influential and respected person in the country but for the younger brother, his brother is the person he respects the most. He prays that one day he will be just like his brother. He hates the fact that he grew so fast that he already towered him. He realized that they are not young kids anymore yet he is still clingy to his big brother, he still wants his brother to hug him and treats him affectionately like he always does. He wished for the time to stop so they will stay like that forever but no matter how hard he prays, the time won’t stop for a man until the day he died.

They are the lucky brothers that live surrounded by wealth, power and loving family.

Two brothers hail from the dirty slum and the two brothers of the shiny palace.

And Destiny’s smile widened for she had found a new game to play.

A/N let’s play a guessing game..who’s who?

who are the brothers?

who are the younger/older brothers?

answers on chapter 1.. ;p

feel free to drop a comment or two…or more. J

i am so bad summarizing and my questioning skill is also as bad. hmm.. if you can guess..who are the poor brothers? who are the rich brothers?

this is how my fangirl mind works

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 08:04:54 GMT

nishikato is eating my brain (and i need some healthy doze of sweet and fluffy ohyass to cure me)..

just rewatched weeeek pv and noticed some nishikato moments.well..it was more like ryo against tego n pi whom harrased shige's giant photo on the wall..yeah! the internet connection failed me and i am upset that i cant post the caps. well if you want to see it, watch the pv and see who's watching when tego 'touch' shige's picture and who is watching (somehow approaching) when pi's turn touching the said pic?.. and and..yes of course there are some nishikato moments like ryo is checking on shige while he's singing his part (i'm sure u guys must have noticed that) and and and gah! there are quite a lot nishikato moments and gosh, i have strained eyes after rewinding and forwarding the video just to find even the slightest 'moments' of those two. and i am sorry for my friend who's sleep was haunted by my supressed giggles (it sounds creepy, trust me). i cant help it, they amused me so much.

since i am a fangirl, i squeled once i listened to NewS -With Me- because Nishikato sang the second verse of the song!! yay!

i thought i thought i love you, i did, i did love you

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 04:40:44 GMT

Title: I thought, I thought I love you. I did, I did love you.
Author: Kazuryoshi
Characters: Yasuda Shota, Ohkura Tadayoshi
Genre: idek
Rating: safe, even my sister could read this. But it’s definitely not for my mom.
Summary: it took a weird room, weird masks, a bowl of ‘special’ ramen and a mirror before Shota realized his true feeling towards Ohkura.

The last things he remembers happened before he fell unconscious were Ohkura, music, black tea and strawberry cake but he couldn’t find any logic to explain how in the world he got here.

…Here, inside a mysterious strange looking room.

Shota studies the room for a good one minute, the room has no lamp, no candle, no window or door or any medium or instrument or tool or all sort of things that could produce light yet the small room is mysteriously bright. The room, through his observation, is as small as four Shotas lie on the floor and form a perfect square, and though he can’t understand why the room slowly turns darker, he still very sure that the colour of the four walls plus the ceiling and the floor is green.

He screams for help for he thinks that he is kidnapped. And he is screaming from the top of his lung but strangely, while he is screaming “help!!!” the sound he hears coming out from his mouth is “Ohkura!!!”. He repeats the shouts, over and over again, the same ‘help’ is uttered and the same ‘ohkura’ echoing in the seemingly smaller room. Things are started to get interesting for him and he is always getting exited for obviously weird and sometimes inappropriate reasons. Shota thought out loud and say something like “what will I hear if I say ‘Ohkura!!!’? so..

“Ohkura!!!” and he hears “Ghost!!!”

So he decided to stop.

He wonders how he got inside when there’s not even a single window or door in the small room, he is actually amazed on how he is still breathing alive in a very close and narrow space like that. And where did the wind came from? So he thinks maybe there is a secret passage or something, if not how the kidnapper brought him in?

Being kidnapped plus secret passage are nothing but a mere hypothesis which will soon be proven wrong.

He gets up and walks towards the right side of the room, that’s when he realizes something is really wrong with the room, the room suppose to be very small but why he haven’t reach the wall though he have started walking approximately 10 seconds ago? He looks back, looks to his right, left, up and down, the room still the same small green room, it feels like the room is moving along as he walks and it really freaks him out. He started running and he is running so fast but after several times the pace becomes slower and slower until finally he stops. He looks down, trying to catch a breath then he looks to his back, up, down, left, right and front and suddenly the room is growing rapidly and becomes too big. Next he finds out that there are so many masks hanging on the wall. Not the kind of Ultraman or Godzilla masks but the masks are more like different expressions of human being and when the light creates shadow that shades the ‘faces’ there is nothing cute about that.

This is too much for him, too sudden, too scary and now all he wants is to be back with Ohkura and enjoy a good music while having their evening tea and strawberry cake.

“what’s happening to me?”
“why am I here?”

Fears creeping through his vessels and nerves and causes him to bend down. Shota is now on his knees; head on his lap and he started sobbing in fears and confusions.

However, a weird grouching sound stops him from crying. A hot air blows through his hair and the smell is a weird combination of blood, lavender, tea and petrol. He looks up and is too scared to scream when he finds out that the unpleasant air is the breath of one of the mask that is floating right above his head. It is a mask of an old smiling man. The room is shrinking while the rest of the masks are still hanging on the wall but they are all smirking and laughing and they are all around him, trapping the poor little Shota right in the middle. His current situation could be as terrifying as being a little lamb that is surrounded by a group of wolves.

The masks suddenly fly towards Shota, all in once. But Shota is quicker, he managed to get up and run as fast as he could while at the same time looking for a shelter or place to hide but the room is surprisingly empty and large, like there’s no end to it. One of the masks, a laughing broker man, managed to bite his right arm with its sharp teeth but he is too scared to feel the pain. He keeps running until finally something slippery on the floor causes him to fall flat on the floor, head first because his hand was suddenly tied by a red string.

And as the way it appeared, the string is mysteriously disappeared.

He is very sure that his head is bleeding from the hard bump but there in no sign of blood. He touches his forehead to find out that he is holding something like a string with a soft and cold texture and it smells familiar to him. The string becomes longer. He could feel the coldness of the thing as it ‘flow’ on his skin down from his forehead. Shota is in fact bleeding but it turns out that his blood is in a form of noodle.

His stomach really knows the right time to send a signal to his brain and produce a ‘guruguru’ sound as a warning for Shota to remind him the necessity of refuelling his empty stomach. And it is an urgent matter. Shota curls himself up to suppress his hunger while his forehead still ‘noodling’ heavily. Suddenly, he smells something that is familiar to his nose, a very delicious and mouthwatering smells. He looks on the floor and watches in disbelief as a bowl of Ramen soup emerges slowly in front of him.

Ramen!!! Now all he need is a delicious noodle which reminds him of his own noodle. He collects the noodle that scattered on the floor and waits for the other as it grows longer and cuts the noodle at a desirable length with his hand. He started slurping the delicious Ramen, chewing it impatiently and fails to notice a warm liquid flows from the corner of his lips.

The liquid is crimson red.

Shota is grateful that despite all the grotesque things that had happened to him, he got the chance to eat the most delicious Ramen ever. He is about to sip the last drip of the soup when a giant muscular hand appears and grabs him by his waist and lifts him up that causes him to loose his grip of the bowl. It falls and brakes into thousand pieces of chopped bleeding meat before it hits the floor, but Shota didn’t see that.

He is now exactly three meters above the floor. The hand rolls him and makes him dizzy and when his stomach gave up, he vomits the special Ramen he just ate. After that, the hand throws him to one particular direction which through his position, the direction he’s heading is most likely the wall. A second before he hit the wall, a large baseball bat appears, hits him right on his stomach and sends him flying high to the ceiling where another large hand is waiting and catches him then throws him back to the floor. He falls in an incredibly high speed, at this rate he knows that he’ll surely die soon after he hits the floor.

“bye bye Ohkura” he said faintly.

But no, there is no more green floor. He is now in a very dark space, and he is floating. The place is so dark but he still can see himself clearly. He is not very sure about this but he thinks his body is glowing as if the light came out from his own body.

“where am i?”
“…”
“maybe I am already dead”

Shota closes his eyes and tries to imagine all the good and happy things, so he won’t feel too lonely for he knows he is all alone now.

“Ohkura…save me”

Then, the world turns bright. Shota opens his eyes hoping that he is back but disappointed when he finds out that he is now in a similar small four Shotas room again but this room has mirrors as its wall while its floor is blue and the ceiling is green, the same green as the small room.

The room is slightly brighter.

“Ohkura!!!!”

He jumps as he saw his best friend standing few meters in front of him. He runs toward Ohkura, arms spread for he is desperately wants to be safe and sound in the arm of his best friend. Their smiles widen.

They run towards each other and getting closer, and closer and closer and…

“Ouch!!”

Shota hits the mirror really hard for he was running so fast, luckily he did not break it. He quickly gets up and out of anger and frustration; Shota brutally knocks the mirror that stands tall and become an invincible wall between him and his best friend.

“Ohkura!!, Ohkura!!, Ohkura!!” he shouts while tears scalding his face.

Strange…it seems like Ohkura on the other side saying something like “Ohkura!!” too, and when Shota waves his right hand, Ohkura waves his left hand, when Shota makes a Macaula Culkin’s trademark face, Ohkura did it too, and that were done in a perfect synch, as if Ohkura is his reflection.

Wait...

“Reflection?!!!!”

Shota anxiously checks his hands. His finger is strangely longer and his nails are not painted anymore and his skin is a bit fairer than it was and his bang…his hair is…black?!!

“I am…Oh God! I am Ohkura?!!”

He looks back to his reflection in terror. He can’t be Ohkura, no he can’t be, or maybe..

maybe he is actually Ohkura and all this while he thought he was Shota.

Now, he is in doubt. Who he really is?

Its flashing back time...he traces back his long line of history and memories, he saw Ohkura, lots of Ohkura, but in a person’s memory, he supposedly remembers what he see or hear and will not see himself unless the memory involves him looking at his own reflection on the mirror or water surface or anything that could reflect his image. As Ohkura, how come he saw so many Ohkura in his memory? Not Yasuda Shota? So, he concludes, he really is Yasuda Shota that somehow trapped in Ohkura’s body yet he is not completely right.

Looking back to his past made him realize how significant Ohkura is in his life. He never thought about it until now and it scares him on how in a time like this, the person he wants to meet the most is Ohkura, not his friends and not even his family. And it terrified him even more when he, of all people he knows, changed into Ohkura?

“Did I…in love with…”

“………………………………………”

“nah…it cant be”

Then Shota’s heart explodes, literally, but from the mirror, he saw it was Ohkura’s heart that was just exploded. Thousand pieces of broken heart scattered around the floor and the sight make him shudders. Yasuda Shota, 23, just lost his heart.

He shifts his looks and stares straight at the mirror to see that he is crying when he did not want to, and it feels awkward to see him crying with Ohkura’s face, it’s like it is Ohkura who is crying. And he wonders why seeing ‘Ohkura’s’ crying face is too painful to watch?

“don’t cry Ohkura” he said to no one but himself.

“maybe, maybe, maybe…”

“I did love you” he said while looking straight to his reflection.

And the world turns purple, yellow, orange, red, black, blue and…

“Yasu, Yasu..hey wake up”

-Green-

He quickly opens his eyes upon hearing the voice that is calling his name.

“Ohkura!! Is this really you?” he said with both hands cupping the latter’s cheeks.

“yes, its me silly” he smiles.

“Oh! Ohkura!! I swear…I really love you!”

“what the heck!?”

“I really love you…Oh god!” Shota grabs Ohkura’s neck and draws him closer before he gives him a hug. This time there will be no more giant wall of mirror that will stop him from hugging Ohkura.

“Ohkura…you feel warm” Shota closes his eyes while resting his chin on Ohkura’s shoulder and gently rubs his cheeks against Ohkura’s. Then he starts crying.

“hey…I don’t have even the slightest idea of what had happened to you but I promise you that everything is okay now”. It is evidence that Ohkura himself is puzzled by Shota’s weird behaviour.
“are you okay?” he asks, concern flavoured his tone.

“I think I am okay now”

“okay, now be a darling, go and wash your face, we need to continue with our practice” Ohkura said with oh-so-sweet voice that made Shota’s cheeks warm.

“okay” he obeyed and walks towards the rest room.

“Yasu…” Ohkura calls so he stops and turns to look back at him.

“yes?”

“nothing…uh..forget about it”

“okay” he walks in but the image of Ohkura smiling and blushing and couldn’t finish his words all at the same time before he closes the door adds another beautiful memories that will be stored and cherished for the rest of his life.

A/N: What is this?... I think I need some sleep…zzZZZZzzzz

Shige vs caterpillar

Sat, 17 Nov 2007 01:02:10 GMT

93- 5 times Shige won over the caterpillar (with the help of NewS) + one time he miserably defeated.
Character: Shige with frequent appearance of Ryo and of course the adorable member of NewS.
Genre: light comedy (at least that was what I intended to)
Rating: G very very safe
Summary: it is a battle of wits when it’s come to dealing with caterpillar.
A/N: I wrote this for Shigethon, my first try but I changed the title a lil bit. Enjoy 

Shige vs Caterpillar #1

Shige is in a hurry. In a real hurry for he is chasing the next train which is scheduled to arrive in 10 minutes. Shige is in a real hurry for he has to catch the train or else he will miss his class, a very important one. The distance from jimusho to the station is approximately 1.5 km. If Shige is to run in a steady pace, he will most probably be able to catch the train 4 minutes ahead of time or so he counts in his mind.

Shige is so in a hurry that he couldn’t hear somebody is calling him.

That somebody happened to be the self proclaimed sexy Osaka man. A man who’s name is synonym with poisonous words that had killed the spirits of some unlucky men.

Ryo is annoyed for Shige is completely ignored him. For others, being ignored was just a small or insignificant thing to be taken seriously but not for a man named Nishikido Ryo. Being ignored is just as bad as tearing his pride. So he ran to chase after his Kansai originated bandmate, just to give him a lecture or two on how to behave properly especially to a person as handsome as he is.

Shige is in a hurry that he is running faster than his usual and that had forced Ryo to run faster which successfully made him even more annoyed. Shige, still maintain his position ahead of Ryo is about to cross the street but suddenly he stopped. It was a melodramatic stop.

Ryo who is still running after him also have to stop and he was only 5 metres behind Shige yet Shige still did not notice his presence. Shige is too focusing on the surface of the road, to where the thing is crawling.

Ryo moves closer and from his angle he could see that the younger is terrified.

His curiosity pushed him few steps forwards and narrowed the gap between his body and Shige’s. Ryo is now too close that Shige could feel his breath brushing over the skin of his neck. But, the terrified Shige did not even bother to check who is standing behind him.

Because Ryo is too close, he also could see the ‘thing’ that made Shige stopped from his rampant almost destructive speed.

That ‘thing’ that stopped Shige from his running is crawling lazily as if no one will dare to step on its tiny little green body.

With a mischievous smile on his face, Ryo bent down, pick the ‘thing’ up with his bare hand and shove it on shige’s slightly pale cheek. Then with his evil smirk, he throws the green thing high up in the air before a yellow bird came as fast as thunder and catches the ‘thing’ before it hit the ground.

Shige is not breathing. He couldn’t get over with the eerie sensation as his cheek made contact with the green thing. He is completely terrified.

“come, let me give you a ride” without waiting for Shige’s answer, Ryo took his hand and drag him to his car.

Shige vs Caterpillar #2

Shige is in a hurry again because he is already late for the group’s meeting. Driven by fear, his adrenaline reciprocated with his veins and muscles helps Shige to run even faster though in his usual relax day, he won’t last the long sprint even for a minute.

This is the second day of the week when the ‘thing’ made him stopped again. The stop is as dramatic as the previous or maybe even more dramatic because this time he slipped and fall to the ground, bottom first and to see an idol falling like that was not a pleasant sight to see.

It was beyond everything that is considered as logic in Shige’s wonderful mind when he found out that the ‘thing’ is now crawling on his left hand. That thing is crawling in an unbelievably calm and steady pace.

It’s a wonder how a tiny thing like that could scare the life off an idol like him. Shige is cold and stiff, like a rock and his pale white skin made him look like a beautiful statue.

“what’s wrong?” asked the voice from behind.

No answer from Shige for he is now a beautiful statue, and statue don’t talk.

Ryo saw the ‘thing’ on Shige’s left hand, and the sight came with a realization complete with a reference from two days before incident.

“not again?” he said calmly and bent down, right hand on Shige’s shoulder, left hand is picking up the ‘thing’ and as before, Ryo, despite his sympathy towards the terrified Shige, still want to scare the poor dancer with a sexy killer ‘kuchizuke wo’ pose by scrubbing the soft thing on his nose before throws it right in the middle of the road. The thing is happy to crawl back before a 4 years old boy sing-songly squashed the little green thing with one of his tricycle tyre. The boy wasn’t cruel; it just that the ‘thing’ is too small and insignificant to be noticed the same way Shige did.

“Let’s go, we are so damn late” said Ryo while helping the statuette back on his feet and turn him into a breathing sexy human being again.

Shige vs caterpillar #3

Shige thought he is gaining some weight and he is not happy about it.

He went out early in the morning for a one hour jogging at the neighbouring park.

It was such a beautiful day before that ‘thing’ appeared before him.

For Shige, that thing is the grossest thing ever.

This time he did not stop, he runs forward before made a perfect curve on that particular spot before running three times faster then Kamenashi Kazuya.

“hahaha, you may be the grossest thing ever but I ran faster than you” he said arrogantly.

Ryo shook his head from afar.

Shige vs caterpillar #4

Ryo sits silently while reading the potato magazine and could not help it but to adore his own handsomeness while looking at the cover.
Shige on the other corner opposing him is wearing his geeky glass while concentrating on the words and some pictures on the book he read. Ryo hates it but he has to admit that Shige looks hot with that glass, hotter than him but there’s no way he will let anyone know about that.

Ryo notices that Shige is drawing something on the book but could not figure out what he is writing or drawing. He is curious to know what Shige is doing with his book and that curiosity is increased to the point that he is more curious than a curious cat that finally killed when Shige suddenly grins, a pure cute and strangely seducing grin. Shige is having a good time and Ryo can’t stand to not knowing what Shige is happy about.

Luck is on his side when Shige’s phone rang and the caller whoever he was made him stormed out of the room leaving his book and pen for Ryo to take a peep.

A large picture of caterpillar decorated with ugly doodles is what he found.

At the bottom of the page, shige wrote ‘Kill, kill, die die you stupid caterpillar!!’

Shige vs Caterpillar #5

“morning!!!”

Massu with his adorable huge grin enter the practice room while saying his greetings to the rest of NewS. That includes Ryo who was sending an evil aura throughout the cream painted room. Once in a while he will shift his looks to the adorable Shige and each time his eyes sparked and it was not in a good way. Ryo is obviously up to something.

The cheerful lad who just arrived is heading towards Shige to show him his new T-shirt. Shige is usually nice so Massu thought Shige will praise his good sense of fashion and gives his new T-Shirt a sea of compliments.

“Shige! Look at my new T-Shirt! I bought it yesterday. Cool huh!”

Shige gave a simple look to Massu’s new T-shirt but decided to give a second look before blurting out his comment.

It is single word comment followed by a simple 'request' but more than enough to tear Massu’s fragile heart apart.

“Gross!, go away!” that was what Shige said.

Shige immediately got up and left the room feeling disgusted of what he just saw.

Massu was stunned by the harsh comment, he was hurt really bad. To sooth his pain, he place his hand on his chest where a giant picture of smiling caterpillar with a bubble “have a nice day” is printed.

“Shige is mean” he said with a very…extremely…ultimately cute pout.

Shige vs caterpillar/s. #6

Being informally and indirectly trained by Ryo with the addition of his brilliant brain, Shige shows a remarkable progress in his acid tongue skill. Today he shot his poisonous words to one of his band mate which happens to be the single eye lid and considerably good looking Koyama Keichiro. Poor Kei, he has to suffer such traumatic experience with his younger friend while Ryo’s watching silently from the corner of the dressing room with the obvious smirk on his face.

Koyama is grieving over the lost of member ai spirit in Shige.

Shige is mean.

Tegoshi came to the rescue and comforted the broken hearted Koyama. He glared at Shige before announced that on the next magic trick, he will make a full use of Shige and if Shige thought the last magic trick is bad, the upcoming one will be worse than his worst nightmare. Determination is written all over his face and for Shige, that look was a sign, a sign of his miserable and sorrowful future.

That glare plus the promise of doom really scared him to death.

Tegoshi and koyama left the room and without none of them noticed it, Ryo secretly followed them from behind, his eyes are darker, his smirk is even creepier.

…

The promised day has come.

Tegoshi asked Shige to cramp himself in a small box. Shige have all the rights to refuse it but the evil aura he sensed coming out from Tegoshi, Koyama and strangely Masuda and Pi with the exception of pure-no-ill-intention aura from Ryo forced him to be a complete fool and torture himself inside that small box.

Suddenly, he felt something freaking soft and small that moves really slow crawls on his hand. The number is increased rapidly for he could feel it on his neck, cheeks and feet. The things are all over his body.

Its coming, the panic attack is coming and it was beyond his control.

“what’s this?!!!!!!!”
“hey let me go!!!!”

And they let him go.

He slowly opened his eyes and regretted it for the first thing he saw was a big fat caterpillar crawling care freely on his nose.

He found more of the caterpillars crawling all over his body. The sight turns his mind blank.

Taken the sight as a symbol of victory, the rest of NewS laugh whole heartedly while Tegoshi and Koyama vigorously took the victim’s pictures with their respective mobile phone cameras.

Shige remains silent.

The rest is still waiting for his respond and prepare to tease the already suffered law student.

Yet he remains silent.

3 minutes have passed.

“…..”
“Shige?” that was coming from Ryo.

“…”

“Shige?” This time it was Yamapi.

“…”

“SHIGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Five voices panickly scream in a perfect unison. One of the screams far louder than the rest and that one particular voice belongs to the one who have suggested the magic trick to Tegoshi.

The caterpillars happily crawl all over the mosaic floor.

That’s all. Comments are most welcome and will make Shige brave enough to touch a caterpillar.

30th september

Sun, 30 Sep 2007 14:27:10 GMT

welcome 30th september. 23 years ago, early in the morning when the sun is about to rise, it was the day when i took my first breath in this beautiful world.

thank you mom, thank you dad.. thank you for everything that you have done for me. without you..i wont survive the harsh realites of the world. you have sacrificed so many things for my sake and there's nothing in this world could repay it.

mom, dad...i never say this to you but i hope you know that i, your girl, love you so much.

ok..nuff with this sentimental speech..muahaha

owh! me and sho chan were born in september, we are both the A gatan..what a coincidence. another coincidence with our birth date is..

something terrible, or tragic happened.

sepetember 11..of course, everybody know what had happened, it was the day that had changed the world, i was the day when thousand of people lost their love ones. it was yappari a tragic day.

september 30...what had happened on this date? remember James Dean? 30th september was the day he involved in a car accident which have cost him his life. millions of his fans from all over the world cried over his death. it was yappari a tragic day.

well...it was just a weird coincidence.

Ohyass:Dark

Sun, 30 Sep 2007 05:22:23 GMT

Title: dark
Author: Kazuryoshi
Characters: Ohkura, Yasuda, special appearance (peter pan)
Genre: fluffy?
Rating: G

Summary: I am trying to write cute fic about OhYass, I don’t know if it will work out the way I want.

Few hours ago, it was just a normal and peaceful night for Yasuda Shota. As usual he spent hours of his night life practicing with his guitar, it is an old guitar given by a special friend on his 16th birthday. With an odd combination of his short fingers and an exceptionally brilliant guitar skill, Yasuda Shota had his old guitar assisted him all the way, created hundreds of wonderful songs but most were kept, secretly, away from the others because believe it or not, despite his well known gregarious personality, Yasuda is actually and seriously a very shy person.

So, there he was, on his bed, drawn in his own little world of music and lyrics, creating new sounds and melodies with his old guitar. He almost completely shut himself from the world of reality into his colourful world when suddenly a flash of white light followed by a roaring sound of thunder shocked him and brought his soul back to his room.

Yasuda is always scared of thunder.

To summarize a person named Yasuda Shota, it can be concluded that he is a very cheerful, cute, talented and a humble person with a heart of gold but tonight, there is nothing more appropriate than to use one of the most used literary device in the history of literature that is ‘simile’ to describe him, ‘Yasuda Shota screams like a girl!’, he did! And that was solid evidence that explained why Kanjani8 named him as the girliest member of the group.

Tonight, Yasuda who always wanted to be called as Sho chan has a horror tale in store for him. Tonight, the lightning thunder will not be the only thing that will force the girl in him to scream out from his small but masculine body, but it also…

A click sound followed by a total darkness that made him screamed even louder and girlier. It was by nature when he covers his body with his favourite blanket and treats the soft cotton as if it will provide him the greatest protection against anything that is considered harmful in human and some animals’ dictionaries. His both hands were glued to his ears, a poor childish attempt to avoid his ear drums from receiving the raging sound wave from the great thunder roars. His eyes were tightly shut in case if something terrifying appears before him, he won’t see it and hopefully the dreadful thing he feared will not see him too. Yasuda could be as egocentric as 6 years old kid, but its okay, because he is so damn cute to be a 23 years old adult.

He was calming himself when suddenly the rain starts falling down and creating a loud rhythmic beats as it hits the tin roof of Yasuda’s house. The noise reminds him of Ohkura, the most silent member of Kanjani8 but the noisiest when he is practicing with his drums. In a time like this, he will be thankful if Ohkura is here by his side because Ohkura is nice; he will protect him from the scary thunder and provide the comforting light from the lighter he carries everywhere (ohkura is a heavy smoker so it‘s normal for him to carry it anywhere he goes).

The thought of his best friend comforts him a little but it was brief, briefer then Shakespeare’s ‘life’s brief candle’ when suddenly he heard footsteps coming towards him. it scares him for he knew he is living alone and the footsteps may, positively, belong to a stranger with the worst intention. He might be a serial murderer or a cruel robber. Yasuda’s wild thoughts did nothing to his already shaken body but to make it shivers even more.

“wh..weh..who?”

The darkness completely sealed the stranger’s figure from his sight, however, driven by his fear, his ears successfully excelled its usual ability in detecting sound waves. In spite of the noisy rain, he managed to hear the cracking sound as somebody opens his door. He could hear footsteps coming towards him, it was carefully paced.

The approaching stranger knowingly walks towards Yasuda Shota.

Yasuda hold his breath when from underneath his blanket, he could feel somebody’s hand touching his chest and that hand slowly move upwards to his head. Later, he could feel an undeniably strong force pulling his blanket from his grip uncovering his slightly dumped cheek. Poor yasuda, he was so scared.

The voice of reason belong to ‘The man’ in Yasuda told him to fight, so he decided that no matter what, he will fight and protect himself. He was counting the right time to attack the stranger when suddenly the hands that belong to the unidentified guest cuffed his slightly chubby cheek.

“here you are, poor little Yasu”

His voice sounds strangely familiar to Yasuda’s ears.

“Ohkura?”

“wait”
The stranger is fishing his pockets for his lighter.

“ah, light!” exclaimed Yasuda.

“yes, its me” Ohkura said with a smiley face.

“how did you get in?”

“you gave me the key, remember?” he lightly knocks the older man’s forehead.
“did I scare you?”

“no!”

“but why are you crying?”

“no I’m not!” denied Yasuda while wiping the obvious tracks of tears left on his cheeks.

“sorry”

“un…it’s ok”

“so what should we do know?

“hmm….let sing”

“of all the thing we could do tonight, you want to sing?” replied the taller man.

Before his reply made him sounds like he has something perverts going on in his head, it should be explained here that Ohkura was actually aiming for Yasuda’s new dvd game.

“yeah, sing”

“ok…what song?”

“hmm..this time let’s sing Hina chan’s solo”

“as you wish”

The both of them sing Hina’s solo in a complete disastrous way, rampantly colliding all the tones and tunes and made it unrecognisable. ‘Forward’ was originally a very entertaining and an okay song but these two morons totally destroyed the good image of it. The two members of Kanjimi purposely sing it loudly as to compete with the noise made by the rain. It was hoped that they still remember, the day after they will have to perform LIVE on Music Station.

quack! quack! quack!!!!

“is that your phone yasu?”

“nope, it’s yours. Its your fault that both of us have the same ringtone”

“because it sounds funny, it suits you”

“yeah right…hey are you going to answer it or not?”

“owh…!”

-Kimi kun- was displayed on the screen.

“MOSHI MOSHI!” said the voice from the other end, loudly. Why is this one particular Peter Pan always loud?

“Hait!...whuzzup?” Ohkura answered in a very excited voice too. (high spirit is highly contagious)

“ne, tell me how to download games from the internet” Yuu chin requested in a cute but slightly annoying pleading voice.

“owh..its like this…and…that…got that?”

“yeah! Thanks!”

“KIMI KUN!!!!”

“is that yasu?”

“yeah!!” *high pitch*

“what are you guys doing, you sound excited?”

“nothing” replied Ohkura in an unnatural high pitch voice too.

“okay” it was uttered in a very suspicious tone.
“so…jya”

“yeah..jya!”

……..

“Ohkura!”

“yes..yasu?”

“I’m hungry!”

“hmm..lets go to the kitchen”

“but its still dark, there might be a gh..gho..ghost”

“silly, just follow me” he grabbed Yasu’s hand and pull him nearer to his body. His other hand grabbing his lighter and soon they are on their way to the kitchen.

“ohkura!”

“what now?”

“hehehe…”

“why are you giggling like an idiot?”

“nothing” still giggling.

“hey!”

“Ohkura!”

“what?!”

“…mecha suki da yo!”

“…Baka!”

Click!…the light’s on.

-fin-

comments are most welcome :)

sho chan!! otanjoubi omedetou!!

Mon, 10 Sep 2007 12:49:13 GMT

few more hours to sho chan's big day! you'll be 23 years old, 19 days later i'll be 23 years old too..lets celebrate our birthdays together ne!! sho chan is love, sho chan is like a sun, you shines and brighten up the people around you and also those who are thousand miles away from you..your smile..though it just in inanimate pictures is more than enough to make my day! sho chan no koto ga daisuki!! mecha sukiyade! hehehe happy birthday!

i wish i could write better

Mon, 27 Aug 2007 14:44:30 GMT

i have written lots of fics and up till now i haven't satisfied with any of it..man, i wish i have the talent to play with words. i wish!

OhYass:name of love

Thu, 23 Aug 2007 16:57:51 GMT

Title: name of love

Author: kazuryoshi

Pairing: OhYass..ah Ohyass indeed

Genre: death, romance, fluff

Rating: G..maybe Pg-13

Summary: OhYass is the sweetest pairing ever. Inspired by the beautiful duet ‘name of love’.

A/N i am a fan fic writer wannabe with the worst vocab and grammar and lousy at characters and plot development. thank you T-T

Dark.

Fear.

Blood.

Life. A life. Alive.

He is breathing, heavily and struggling to keep awake. His vision was blurred by the blood that stained his face; it was his own blood and positively it may also belong to somebody else. He was weak, weak to the bone. A fatigued and badly wounded body lay hopelessly on the cold bed of sand and piercing stone. It was all of a sudden when he heard a voice echoing in the tunnel, a voice screaming a name, a name he believed was belonged to him, he tried to remember to whom the voice is belong to but his memory faded slowly along with his consciousness.

He was cold, he was alone and he was scared. His body felt numb but wide brown eyes still looking around, wildly, as a desperate attempt to find the light, a light that will bring hope, yet, it never appear. His body starts trembling uncontrollably, tears scalded his eyes and flows heavily through his cheeks down to his neck; he could taste the mixture of salty and sickening metallic flavour of blood as it runs through his lips and made its way to his tongue, and his throat. The taste of death and he chocked.

“Help me!” he said slowly, almost inaudible. A fighter he is and that was his last resort to survive.

“help me!”…and he slowly closed his eyes.

…

They said, before you die, your memory will rewind itself and you will see your past, you’ll see it playing on a big screen as if you are watching a movie. You’ll see and you’ll remember all the things you may have forgotten. You will see and you will meet with significant people in your life, you will meet them and you will talk to them. You may feel happy, you may feel sad, or regret or anger, you may laugh, you may cry. You may feel all that or you may not.

….

Music

Heat

Smell of wood

“hey!, wake up!”

He slowly opened his eyes. The place was so bright that it hurt his eyes. It takes him a few seconds to adjust his sight before he finally realized he was now back in his own house, in his own room. It was a beautiful day. The atmosphere of the room feels warm and safe. The voice! He remembered the voice, it was his sister’s.

“hey! Wake up or you’ll be late again!” she said

His lips curved and formed a naughty smile as he looked up and saw his sister’s angry face. A lioness is burning with rage, he thought. She looked angry and her eyes blazing with fierce anger, an obvious sign of her current cranky mode.

“good morning sis” he said cheerfully and it was intentional as he want to make his sister annoyed even more than she already is.

Well, it worked.

The sound of quick heavy steps followed by a loud bang as she stormed out of the room leaving her lazy little brother smiling triumphantly as he successfully annoyed his sister again.

That was his own way of showing his love and affection towards his older sister.

He was still lying on his bed when suddenly, a strange force pulled him into an unfamiliar dimension, his body was floating, he lost a total control of his body, and he couldn’t feel the gravity. The world is spinning so did he and when it stopped, again, a white light shined so bright that it hurts.

Light

Bright light

Hot

Voices

Laughs

This time, he was back to his school, from where he stood; he could see his friends walking towards him. They were all smiling and laughing. They waved at him and as if it was programmed, automatically he waved back while his mind registering their faces. Finally he came out with names for them. Maru, baru, ryo, kimi, hina, hiro chan and the shy ohkura who walked slightly at the back. They were all his friends.

He missed them, he missed the time they have spent together, he missed how Baru became his loyal fashion follower and started to paint his nail and wear skirt as he did, how Hina always tsukkomi them whenever they committed something stupid and embarrassing, how Ryochan grew up slightly taller than him after he enjoyed glorious years of towering the late bloomer, how Hiro chan always forced to cross dress by the evil tiny Ryo chan, how yoko always telling them funny stories and made them laugh till they hurt their stomach, how Maru made his ‘retarded’ face whenever he was in a deep thought and how beautiful Ohkura was when he was with his unreadable face looking up to the sky and let the sun showering his fair skin. It was the memory he shared with them that he cherished the most and now, he wanted to get back to his glorious youth. To be with his friends again, so he ran towards them, trying to reach them, trying to get hold of the bits and pieces of his past but no matter how fast he ran, they seemed so far, so far away. He screamed their names, screamed from the bottom of his heart so they could hear him.

“Maru!, Baru!, Ryo chan!, Hina chan!, Hiro chan, Kimi kun!, Ohkura!!!”

But they couldn’t hear him yet they kept smiling and waving excitedly almost mockingly at him and it was a complete torture.

A white light again, the same spinning world swallowing his floating body down to it’s deep and dark pole of white liquid

Warm

Breeze

A warm breeze

Smell of flowers

The sound of birds chirping

He opened his eyes. This time the sun shined softly and it was comforting, it was not the usual painful bright light. It made him happy a little bit.

He found himself was leaning on something… or someone.

He looked up to find out that it was Ohkura and he was sleeping, peacefully. They were sleeping underneath an oak tree. He studied the leaves as it danced to the wind and created a lovely shed on Ohkura’s face. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

Beautiful Ohkura.

Small hand run across his prince’s face, petite fingers tracing his cheek, playfully heading towards his full lips, small fingers with nails painted cutely with blue green colours slowly pressed the seducing lips. It felt soft. And he wanted to kiss it. He leaned closer to his lover’s face, his lips curved, forming a gentle smile, and those lips, only few centimetres away from his lovers, his smile widen, his eyes closed.

But..

That force again! Cruelly pulled the boy’s body away from his lover and swapped him into the spinning world again. Damn it, white light, Spin spin spin…and he is crying.

Cold

Water

Rain

Dark

Blood

Tears

He cried, he was still crying.

It was rain, a downpour. It was a cold and dark night, the night he never wished would come, a nightmare he desperately want to be waked from. That night he saw their bodies. All lined up in front of their house, his mother’s pallid face was peeping from inside the slightly opened black body bag before the man in a white uniform pull up its zipper and completely sealed the horrifying sight away from the deceased only son. Then his world turned black.

Cold

…again

“is this your sister?”

Said a man with a head lacked of hair wearing a geeky spectacles after he pulled that big drawer in front of him. He looked rather unfriendly.

“hey, is this your sister?” he repeated while checking his branded watch.

He knows it was his sister but he refused to admit it.

“no” a single two letters word was the only answer that he managed to give.

The bold man pulled another drawer.

“is this her baby?”

That chubby face, that beautiful curly hair, how can he forgot. That beautiful baby is…was his niece..

“no” his voice trembled.

He pulled the last two drawers.

“Were they your parents?”

He looked to his right, it was his father then he switched to look to his left where the body of his mother with badly wounded face laid. A hole could be seen on her head, her skin was ripped and it terrified him as he can see her white skull through it.

“no” he said.

“NO!”

“NO! NO! NO!!!!!!!!!”

He screamed hysterically, later those screams turned into a melancholy laughs before turned into a desperate wails..

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…”

“hey!! Take me away from here!! Hey!!”

He hated that strange force but this time, he begged for the strange force to take him to the spinning world again.

White light

Twisted world, spin spin spin.

Smoke

Money

Alcohol

Loud music

Drugs

He knew the sound and the smell of the room very well that unconsciously disgusted him.

“hey, sweetie, I promise that tonight, you will be in heaven”

That old bastard with crooked smile again.

“you’re quite silent tonight, come and give me a kiss” he said as he pointed to his lips.

“here” he said. His smile revealed his sickening yellow teeth.

He almost throws up.

He pretended not to hear the man’s request. As a result, the slightly angry man pulled him harshly closer to him and forced a lustful kiss. He feels dirty, and he wants to cry. That man didn’t stop there, he started licking his face, hungrily, treating it like an ice cream. A smell of sickening saliva finally made him vomited the entire undigested diner he had before.

The unpleasant incident was immediately followed by a burning sensation he felt on his skin, he was slapped repeatedly and mercilessly by that old pervert as he felt humiliated when the boy throw up on his pants.

“no..no..you wont have your heaven tonight you slut!, I promise you a hell”

He said as he pulled the small boy’s arm and dragged him out of the room and into his limousine.

A suite worth his entire monthly earning was where the man brought him in. he was pushed to the king size bed, face first. The man came, half naked. Impatiently, he pinned the boy to the bed. His overweight body pressed against his small body, suffocated him. The man was possessed, possessed by his lust. He ripped the boy’s cheap suit easily, as if tearing off a piece of paper. He screamed as he was scared, three years spent in this business were not enough to make his body and mind to accept the man’s cruel behaviour towards him.

The man paid a good deal of money for him, he knew that, and every once or twice in a week he have to ‘accompany’ that man. He cursed the man whenever he caressed him with his dirty fingers, he wished for the stars to grant his wish so the man will die whenever he kissed him with his rotten lips, he killed the man in his mind whenever he heard him snoring loudly after doing him.

It had been a year since he managed to escape from that dirty place, Why he have to go through this again?

“hey..stop this, please..take me away” he whispered in despair.

For the second time he begged for the strange force to take him away.

White light again.

Twisted world. spin spin spin. And he was sobbing.

Cigarette

Mint

Chocolate

Strawberry

Sweet

A kiss

Sweet kiss from the gentle Ohkura.

And he was happy again.

Twisted world spin spin spin. and he felt nothing.

Siren

Lamps

Police

Paramedic

A voice

That voice.

“Shota! Can you hear me?! love! Please..open your eyes”

Warm

Salty

Tears

Drop drop drop

“Ohkura kun?”

“he’s alive!! Oh God!!!! Hey!! Help!! Hey!!! Hey!! He’s alive, Help!!”

A rough skin rubbing against his cheek, a hand wrapped his body, it was cold but it was full of warmth.

“shota”

It was his name, he is calling his name.

“shota, hang in there love”

“Ohkura kun?”

“yes love” his body is shaking for he was trying to suppress his cries.

“don’t let me go”

“I won’t, hey, stay awake love, look at me, look at me” he begged

He looked up to see Ohkura’s face, his lover’s sweet face, but the Ohkura he saw was not smiling, he looked hurt, he was crying, and sweaty.

“you look funny”

“you look worse love” he replied while forcing a smile to his lover.

Next was a white room, so many people were there, so many but not Ohkura.

“clear!!!!”

No response

“clear!!!”

No response

“clear!!!”

Yet..no response

“let’s call it”

“time of death…11.16”

...

Light, bright light, white, empty

“ne..shota, we were waiting for you for so long”

He turned to look to his back..

His family, his sister, his niece, his father and mother.

They looked beautiful.

He was happy. Finally, after that tragedy night, he reunited with his family. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief but without him noticed it, he walked slowly towards his family.

“SHOTA!!!!!!!!!!!”

It was a soft almost inaudible sound at first but slowly it grew stronger and louder..

“SHOTA!!!!!! SHOTA!! Love! Don’t leave me!”

Ohkura shakes his lover’s body abrasively, hoping that it will wake him up. He screamed his lover’s name endlessly while fighting with his own sobs. His face damped with tears and sweats, and also his lover’s blood, he hugged the lifeless body ever so tightly, refused to let go.

“SHOTAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“don’t mind about that, it’s nothing. Come”

His mother said when he suddenly stopped upon hearing the voice.

“somebody’s calling my name…I wonder who..?”

“no, it just your imagination. Lets go to our new home”

He started walking again.

“SHOTAAAAAAAA!!!”

“Ohkura kun?” he finally remembered.

“OHKURA KUN!!!” he shouted back.

“SHOTA, love..dont leave me, please..please..come back”

He heard every single word spoken by his lover and suddenly something grows in him. it was a very strong and warm feeling, a feeling he had kept for the one man who screamed his name from afar, it was LOVE. And now he realized how much he missed him.

His pace became slower before he finally decided to stop.

“minna.. I am so happy to see all of you are happy here, but could you please wait a little longer?”

“why?” his father asked.

“somebody else in that world needed me..as I needed him”

“I need to go back”

“but we miss you so much. I want us to be a happy family again” objected his sister.

“I miss you to but…”

“it’s okay”. It was his mother.

“We can wait”. His father added.

“and when that time came, we will be happy forever, for eternity”

His family gave him their reassuring smiles, though it was only a reluctant smile coming from his sister.

“go now!” his mom said with an angelic smile on her face, the same smile that was passed to his son.

His heart filled with guilt but the growing pain he felt throbbing his heart each time he heard his lover’s voice made him so adamant with his decision.

“thank you okan, thank you oton, thank you nechan, bye bye baby, bye bye minna and thank you for giving me more time”

Bip…

Bip..bip

Bip bip bip

“doctor..look!”

The nurse pointed her index finger to the monitor.. a heart beat.

“no way!” the doctor said..in disbelief.

Again..the same scene that could be seen in ER happened. This time Ohkura didn’t let go of his hand.
>>>

Wind

Comfort

Soft light

blue curtain

Warmth

“Ohkura?” hoarse voice whispering weakly.

"…."

“ne…Ohkura”

No answer.

Shota tried to rub his eyes but he felt something heavy on his left hand. He turned to check what is it but in turn he met with his lover’s sleeping face.

That heavy thing was his hand.

Shota leaned closer to his lover’s face and stopped when his forehead touched the latter’s. He could hear his breathing; it was soft and consistent, a perfect resemblance to his strong personality.

It was the sudden piercing ache he felt on his stomach that finally snatched the brief peaceful moment he had with his lover.

The pain slowly crawled from his stomach, to his chest, to his neck, his jaw, his head and down to his feet. It was too painful. His whole body is burning with pain. he closed his eyes, tightly, as if telling himself that it was only his imagination but all that had came to no avail.

“ohkura” cracked lips trying to call for his lover.

“it’s..it’s hurt..” his vision started to blur.

“shota?! What’s happen?”

Next, through his half opened eyes, he saw the red emergency button pressed, harshly, desperately, again and again, until the doctor came with a nurse. They looked calm, they looked professional. The doctor asked Ohkura to stop panicking while at the same time instructed the nurse to give Shota another dose of morphine. It was quickly done, and Shota is sleeping again. They are professionals indeed.

The same things happened for almost a week, and Ohkura always there for him. day or night, he will be the first person he saw when he’s awake, sometime he will see him smiling, sometime he will see him reading a book or newspaper, sometime he will see him sleeping next to him. He’s always there. Ohkura never leaves him alone.

>>>

He spent a good one month in the hospital before his full recovery and Ohkura was always there for him. Sometimes they will talk and that sometime is when he had enough drugs in his blood that numbed his body from the pain, Ohkura will talk to him, and he will talk back, it was wonderful except for his incoherent replied resulted from the drugs injected to his small body. Ohkura will laugh whenever he messed up with his words but he didn’t hate him for that, at least he still can make the person he love the most to laugh.

>>>

“shota”

“yes?”

“I love you”

It was short, it was simple but the feeling the simple words carried with was too deep, it wasn’t a mere three simple words but it was also a significant three words in their relationship, it carried hope, love, strength, needs, and the invincible string that attached two hearts together creating an indestructible, everlasting bond.

“I love you too”

Their hands intertwined as a symbolic act of their eternal love, mugendai that is. Their eyes met and that was the moment when the whole world belonged to the two of them, just the two of them. Ohkura’s eyes are dark, it was deep and bottomless, a mystery to him but those eyes, the same eyes are the one that showered him with love and affection. It was dark, deep and mysterious indeed but there were something in the eyes that so soft and tender each time he saw his reflection in it.

“shota”

“yes?”

“my butterfly” he smiled.

“butterfly?”

“you are so beautiful, and cute”

Ohkura witnessed his changed of colour, from healthy pinkish to red. Shota was blushed madly. He was looking down the floor, avoiding Ohkura’s eyes for he was embarrassed by the compliments his lover uttered. Small hands covering the shy face.

“no I’m not” he said, still avoiding Ohkura’s eyes.

“dearest..you are just the cutest thing ever”

By that, he pulled the smaller man to a hug. He felt security from it. In return he kissed the man’s cheek, and their eyes meet again. Nothing was said, it was a complete silence, and they don’t need it anyway. Their eyes spoke their own language of love, the language only they will understand. Slowly, and gracefully, Ohkura leaned closer to his lover and give him a kiss on his forehead. Their eyes closed, Ohkura enjoyed the flowery scent of his lover’s hair, and shota enjoyed the warmth of his lover’s lips.

Their hands still tangled together.

“I was dead”

“I was scared”

“I was dead and I met my family”

“I was scared and hopeless”

“I was dead, I met my family, I was about to leave with them to our new home”

“I was scared, I was hopeless, I thought that was the end”

“I was dead, I met with my family, I was about to leave with them to our new home when I heard you”

“I was scared, I was hopeless but I kept on calling your name”

“I heard you”

“I screamed your name from the bottom of my heart”

“I heard you and I came back”

“you came back”

“I came back…for you”

“you came back for me”

“yes”

“you came back for me”

“yes, for you”

“for me”

“for you”

>>>

They said, before you die, your memory will rewind itself and you will see your past, you’ll see it playing on a big screen as if you are watching a movie. You’ll see and you’ll remember all the things you have forgotten. You will see and you will meet with significant people in your life, you will meet them and you will talk to them. You may feel happy, you may feel sad, or regret or anger, you may laugh, you may cry. You may feel all that or you may not.

It was true..except that you did not just watch it, you’ll go through it again and there will be a strange world that spins and also a white light that will hurt your eyes.

He knew that because he had been through it.

>>>

A powerful force, that let two lovers to hear each other though they were in a two completely different world that opposed to each other, the living and the dead, it were something powerful and indestructible indeed, even death could give up a soul and bring him back to live, back to his lover.

It was all possible, and it had happened, the two were the living proof of it, miracle did happened, and it happened in the name of love.

>>>

The catastrophic accident when the bullet train went off it’s railway at 300km/h speed had killed more than hundred innocent lives. The damaged made from the accident was something unimaginable, bodies could be found everywhere, some in one piece, most were tear up. Judging from the damaged, it was afraid that there will be no survivor but today, the rescuers miraculously found one breathing survivor. Yasuda Shota…

The end.

almost fairytale #3:Good morning, i am a prince

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 08:53:19 GMT

Good morning, I am a prince.

“good morning sleeping beauty”-a familiar voice-
Shota knows to whom the voice belonged to.

“Ah!! Sorry about your…wait..you..you look different?” Shota rubs his eyes in awe. Sitting next to him is a man, the same man who saved him but this man looked different.
“who are you? And where am I?”

“you are in my castle” the prince answered in his most casual manner so Shota wouldn’t be shocked by the sudden change. Of course it was too late.

“a castle? Your castle? Who are you?” well, the answer is quite obvious but Shota is in a state where he is incapable to think clearly and rationally. Judging from what had happened to him, it’s considerably reasonable.

“I am prince Ohkura, the crown prince of this Kingdom” there’s a slight hint of arrogance in his voice, he is a prince anyway.

“so I was saved by a prince and in return I stained his royal pants with my puke” Shota tried to reason.

“that’s mean I have done something terribly wrong!” he finally realized.

“I’m sorry your highness! I don’t mean to, I… please forgive me, don’t kill me.. Please, I’m begging you!” –Shota really is terrified, of course he should.

“cute” ha said to himself, Prince Ohkura is amused. So he decided to continue with the game.

“No!! there’s no way I’m going to forgive you, I am a future King, I saved you myself but in return you throw up on me! How dare you” actually the prince merely repeated Shota’s words.

“I will give you a death sentence; you’ll be hanged tomorrow morning!” Prince Ohkura tried so hard to keep his angry tone to convince Shota that he was serious. Of course Shota believed it, being innocent and all.

Shota’s teary eyes and ‘about to cry’ face however made Ohkura decided to stop the game.

“I am sorry Shota, I am just kidding. If I really want to kill you, you will be in prison by now, not at my own room” he said gently while brushing his thumbs against Shota’s cheeks. Slowly, Shota looked up and form his sweetest smile to the prince. He is thankful that the prince is a very kind hearted man who won’t kill for a silliest reason like throwing up on his pants. He is so thankful.

“thank you your Highness” he said. Prince Ohkura replied it with a smile.

Then Shota shifted his look to his surrounding; now he realized the room he is in now is the most gigantic and luxurious room he ever sees, the room is much bigger than his previous room.

“since I was here, where have you sleep?” this seemingly idiotic question is constructed by Shota for the prince.

“Oh, I sleep next to you, I cant leave you alone, you was unwell and oh, see this large bag under my eyes?, yeah that’s because you snores, LOUDLY, and you are so active when you are asleep, see this bruises, I got this last night, thanks to your powerful kicks”.
Prince Ohkura is not entirely honest in his story; the bruises he got were from ‘I fall from the stairs after I stepped on my cloak’ incident not from Shota’s powerful kick because if he does, it will be much worse.

That was too much for Shota’s brain to process, it was too embarrassing to be true and he believes that he is not that active while sleeping and nobody ever said he snores. It was too shocking and Shota is slowly turning into stone.

“hey! Snap out of it!” prince Ohkura cuffed Shota’s face with his hands to help him back to reality.
“not everything I said was true, I made up some of it just to spice up things a little bit. Don’t worry, you don’t snores and you look like an angel while you are sleeping, no kicking no punching”.

It was his nature to act the way he is acting right now, Shota covered his face with his chubby hand, trying to hide his tears. The poor boy is crying again.
“don’t scare me like that” he said in the most feminine way that makes prince Ohkura’s heart beats faster.

“I’m sorry, it just that you are so cute that I cant stop myself from...playing with you”. Prince Ohkura is rubbing his palm against the back of Shota’s head to calm him down. In his most gentleman way.

“shh…don’t be scared, there’s nothing you should be afraid of because I am here” he continued, completely forgot he was the one who scared the poor boy first.

watashi kagami (reflection)

Sun, 05 Aug 2007 05:47:37 GMT

Title: watashi kagami (reflection)

Author: kazuryoshi

Pairing: yasuda shota and guess who?! XD

Rating: PG

Genre: Psycho, romance

Summary: Yasu fighting over his own reflection.

“mirror, mirror, hanging on my wall, hey, i want to ask you something, and I want you to be honest with me, don’t you dare to tell me the lie or I will break you with my own hand”

"now..."

“mirror, mirror, tell me, show me, who I really am”

Shota is leaning closer to the mirror as he repeating the words, melancholically. He feels the cold surface of the mirror with his small hand, touching his own reflection. He on the other side was smiling warmly and sweetly, an angelic smile he declared. But for Shota, it was all a fake, it was all a lie. He refused to believe what he saw, the mirror was lying, the true him has a hideous crooked smile, dark and dull eyes and his skin is pale. The reflection is an impostor. He is not what he see, not what everyone see, not everyone…

Suddenly, the feeling of hatred started filling up his fragile heart, and that hatred turned into an abominable anger, raging ferociously, burning his patience, obliterating his sanity and snatched the rationality off him. Again, Shota looked at his reflection; ‘he’ was still smiling and laughing mockingly at his own stupidity.

“I told you not to lie at me!!!”

He yelled from the bottom of his heart, it was a mixture of sadness, loneliness and anger and he screamed it all out. He broke the mirror that was once his only window to the other him; he broke it with his own bare hand. The shattered glass is all over him, the multiplying images of him scares him, he could see they were all smiling, a triumphant and scornful smile. Shota felt defeated and hopeless. He feels numb, his hand is bleeding so does his heart but he can’t cry for he knows that no one will come to wipe his tears and embrace him so he will feel the warmth and love that is comforting. No body will come and he know he don’t deserve their kindness.

Shota is loosing it, he is loosing the will to live.

“I should end my life”

“yes you should!” the ‘shotas’ from the shattered glass replied in unison.

“and if you did, nobody would even care to bother”

“you should die, your life is miserable and you make others miserable too”

“you better kill yourself” they continuously poisoning Shota’s mind with their words.

“I, I know,..I think I should..” Shota is admitting defeat.

Slowly he bent down and picked the large piece of glass with a sharp edge, holding it firmly, place it on his throat and was about to cut himself when somebody forcefully smack his hand and made him loose his grip, the glass fell and broke into another thousand pieces on the floor.

“what the hell are you trying to do?!” that voice is commanding for an obvious answer.

His subconscious mind recognizing the voice, it was a very familiar voice, it was full of warmth and love. A voice that is care and protecting, a voice that he feels he belonged to.

Shota feels weak, he can’t afford to stand on his feet and started to fall but the owner of the voice managed to catch him and pull him into his hug. It was warm and comforting. His hand stroking the back of Shota’s head that rested on his chest. Shota tried not to cry but his eyes betrayed him, tears falls heavily from the corner of his eyes and Shota was wrong. He was totally wrong when he thought nobody would come to wipe his tears whenever he cry, and he was so damn wrong when he thought no one will come to embrace him whenever he feel sad and in need of love and comforts.

The man lifted him easily, bringing him outside and into his bedroom. There he rested him on his bed and cover his shaking body with his turquoise blanket. He went outside and soon come back with first aid kit on his hand. He took Shota’s bleeding hand, cleans it and treated it cautiously as if it was the most fragile thing that could be broken easily.

That man was smiling to him, and it made him crying even harder for he was ashamed of himself. How dare he thought he was alone, how dare he thought nobody cares about him, how dare he forgot how much he love him,the owner of the voice.

“I’m sorry, I just…”

“shh… don’t say anything, you should rest now”

“I, I am not what you think…I am such a liar, a hypocrite, I…”

“I know, I know that you are not completely honest, nobody does… but for me you are not an evil person, I love your smile, your angelic smile, and though you thought it was all fake, but I trust you, your eyes, it tells”

“I don’t know what to say..”

“so stop saying anything. What in the world that makes you think about doing this stupid thing?”

“I’m sorry…”

“ne, listen to me, no matter what you might think about yourself, there is one thing I am really sure” that man took a deep breath as if gathering all his courage before he continue.

“The Shota that I know is a very sweet and caring person with a heart of gold, your smile is my strength and your cheerful laughs brighten up my days and I don’t think any of that was faked”

“and I know you are trying too hard to be that, you know what, its okay if you want to snap at me whenever you feel angry, its okay for you to cry whenever you feel sad, its okay to be weak and its okay if you want me to hear your rants for hours, I’ll listen.”

“but please, I beg you, don’t do this again…because I can’t..”

“you can’t… what?”

“I can’t afford to live without you” he said with a trembling voice.

…….

“Tacchon…”

A/N: this fic has nothing to do with the song but I am so in love with the song and it was all over my mind. However, I think the title is appropriate. Comments are most welcome!

Almost fairytale#2:the first meeting

Sun, 29 Jul 2007 05:50:11 GMT

title:Almost fairytale:The first meeting
author:kazuryoshi
pairing: Ohyass
rating:G

“you go there! You there! Bring as many men as you can, you must find him!!!”

That’s the order received from their master, the famous slave trader. Feared/hated by his rivals and respected by his customers. He traveled around the world, to find the best human supplies he can find and sell them in a very high price. He have sold thousand of beautiful and good looking youths and living a lord life with his dirty money.

Shota, a boy he bought 19 years ago is special to him. The boy is amazingly beautiful, he has a long and silky hair that is soft to the touch, his skin is as fair as snow, he got a rosy cheek, pink lips that formed a gorgeous smile, bright and teary brown eyes. The old man dressed him with beautiful clothes, showered him with expensive jewels and loyal servants that will fulfill all his needs. Shota is living a life of a prince.

But Shota hates it, he hates it everytime the old man set his perverted eyes on him, he hates it everytime he has to dress in a woman clothes, he hates it when he had to wear all those heavy jewels. He knew the old man have bought him from his father, a begger, a drunken ass. The old man never going to let him forget about it, he said Shota owes him big time. Shota is his, he can do everything he wants with him.

Day by day, Shota grows even prettier, he is considerably short for a boy in his age and that adds up to his feminine feature. The old man couldn’t resist it anymore.

That night, the old man sneaked into his room with one ultimate desire in his mind. But Shota is quicker and despite his feminine feature, he is a very strong boy. He knocked the old man unconscious, and ran as fast as he could from his golden cage.

He ran and refused to look back.
>>>

“mother, I’m going with Maru tonight”

“going hunting again?” the queen asked worriedly while looking at the prince who already dressed in his commoner outfit.

“yes” he only gave those short answer and bent down to kiss his mother’s forehead.

“do you have to go now?, its night, too dangerous for both of you” the queen hasn’t give up yet.

“yes, we have to, I don’t want to be seen” he said. It is clear that this is not the first time he did this.

“don’t worry, I can protect myself” he finally said before leave.
>>>

Shota is still running but slower, he never ran this quick and this far. His muscles aches, he hardly catching his breath but he refused to stop for he knows the old man’s men will be out searching for him by now. And his fear is proven right when he heard voices screaming out his name.

The river stopped him from running, there is no bridge or small boat that will bring him across, the voices comes nearer.

“here you are, trying to run away…pretty boy?” one of the men spoke mockingly.

Under the moonlight, Shota could see figures appears, 1,2,3…10 of them. They have surrounded him.

“you selfish brat, trying to run away and makes our life miserable, don’t you?” said another man followed by a hard kick right into his stomach. Shota falls to the ground, groaning in pain, not daring to look up.

“lets show him some love, what do you guys think?” said the man.

“but master will kill us if he sees his toy is all wounded” protest the other guy.

“don’t get me wrong, I don’t intended to bring him back to master, I want to kill him and dump his body to this river, then we’ll came out with good story about his death to our master…hahahahha” the man is pleased with his own evil plan.

The man’s words sends a shiver to Shota’s spine, he is sure he will be dead soon. The kicks and the punches accompanied with laughs and curses started, Shota is too weak even to scream. They almost took the light off him when suddenly a voice screamed a strong deep voice, commanding the men to stop hurting him. Of course they refused, next they started the fight with the stranger, but the owner of the voice is no ordinary man, he and his company is a trained knight, those men are nothing for them. It doesn’t take them long to finish them off.

Shota hear footsteps coming towards him, 1..2.. two of them he counted. Suddenly he felt a hand lifted his head, he tried to open his eyes to see his rescuers, and that was the first time their eyes met.

>>>

The heat of the sun bathing his skin wakes him up. Slowly, he opens his eyes, and rise slowly to sit himself comfortably, leaning on the big tree where he, his loyal friend and the stranger he rescued last night spent their night at. He looks up to see the beautiful scenary as the sunlight penetrates through the leaves and formed a mystical beauty on the ground.

“ah! The boy!” he remembered.

He turns to see if the boy is already waked up or not. The boy is lying next to him, still sleeping. Now he can see him clearly. His lips swollen and he got black circle on his eyes. Dried blood on his cheeks, his rosy cheeks. It was an unpleasant sight but Ohkura could see how beautiful he is. He remembered the funny incident happened last night after they saved the boy.

“such a beautiful girl, I hope this wounds wont leave any scars on her face” Ohkura said as soon as he laid his eyes on the ‘girl’s’ face. He lifted ‘her’ up easily and brings ‘her’ to their tent. The ‘girl’ frowned as ‘she’ mumbling something but Ohkura couldn’t hear it.

“Maru, hand me the medicines, we must treat ‘her’ now”

Obediently the friend handed the prince all the medicines they had brought, then he left to set a fire. It was a cold night.

Ohkura rested the ‘girl’s’ head on his lap, brushed ‘her’ long silky hair from ‘her’ face with his long fingers. He wiped the traces of blood on ‘her’ cheeks. The ‘girl’ breaths slowly and being a man, Ohkura couldn’t help but to stare at the ‘girl’s’ chest. He noticed the ‘girl’ has unusually flat chest, so unusual for ‘her’ age so out of curiosity, he slowly reached the ‘girl’s’ chest, just to check he said to himself and what he discovered really shocked him.

“she’s a boy?” that sounds so wrong to his own ear. Amazed, he stares at the beautiful face, only then he noticed a bulge on the stranger’s throat, obviously. Just like his.

“oh my!! What in the world?!”

“she really is a boy” that still sounds so wrong to him.

“maru!! She’s a boy!!!” he said loudly And yes it sounds so damn wrong to him, and now to maru.

“hahaha, I am not a fool, that..no matter how you look at her..is definitely a girl” maru said, thinking that the prince was bored and want to crack a jokes, which he found a very cold one. Don’t joke a joker.

“no..i’m serious, look!” Ohkura pointed his long index finger to the boy’s throat.

Now, Maru is lost for words. He stares blankly at the prince, the prince also looking at him. A complete silence for seconds before they burst into laughter.

“we have been fooled” they said.

Lucky, the noise didn’t waked the boy.

Ohkura smiled as he remembered the incident. He looks back at the boy’s face, fondly. Suddenly he felt pain in his heart, his stomach, followed by a strange feeling creeping inside his body, his heart started beating so fast. This is strange to him, he never felt something like this before, he looked away from the boy’s face, try to collect himself but failed. He looked back and mesmerized by the boy’s beauty, he was under an unknown spell. He shifted his looks to the boy’s swollen lips and he feels the urgency to kiss those pink lips. He couldn’t think clearly and it was too late before he realized that he already pressed his lips against the boy’s. eyes closed.

Suddenly, Ohkura felt something soft moving on his hand. He opened his eyes…lips parted and screams, right in front of the boy’s face. He looks terrified to see the green creature crawling lazily on his hand, yes. The great prince is afraid of caterpillar. He waves his hand violently and screamed.

Of course it wakes the boy, but Maru thought he was having a nightmare so he continues his sleep.

Shota opened his eyes and surprised to see Ohkura’s face only a few inches from him, by reflex he pushed him.

“what are you trying to do” he asked offensively.
“I’m sorry, there’s something on your chin” –the prince is lying, obviously.
“but you don’t have to get that close”
“I know, but I have a poor eye sight” – the prince is lying again.
“Oh, sorry” Shota started to feel guilty for snapping at the man who saved his life – Shota is just plain innocent.
“it’s ok” Ohkura smiled. He found Shota’s pity face is terribly cute.
“what’s your name? and why those people is chasing after you?”
“my name is Shota…” he hesitated but continue, “those men, well, it’s a long story, you’ll get bored”. He said.
“try me!”
“I’m not sure” while massaging his temple.
“ne, I am not feeling good” suddenly he throw up right on Ohkura’s pants.
“well, that is not a good intro” Ohkura said calmly.
“I’m sorry, I am so sorry”.
Shota just couldn’t stop himself from crying, he was so embarrassed by what had happened, the pain and the embarrassment caused him to weep uncontrollably but soon the dizziness took over and snatched the conscious off him.

almost fairytale#1: the birth of the prince and the pauper

Sun, 22 Jul 2007 11:54:20 GMT

title:almost fairytale:the birth of the prince and the pauper
author:kazuryoshi
pairing:the sweet ohyass.
rating:G

Once upon a time, live a very poor farmer with his beautiful wife. They have been married for 10 years but they still haven’t got a child. They pray constantly, refuse to give up hope. Finally their pray are answered, the wife found herself three months pregnant. Tears of joy streaming down her face.

On a beautiful evening the lovebirds spending their time on the yard, watching for the sun set. Her head rested on her husband’s chest, their eyes met, both filled with love and affection, the happiest day of their life has finally came.

“is it a boy or a girl?” said the wife to her husband while they are having their tea. The husband took a careful sip of the hot tea, slowly put his glass back on the plate and looking back to his wife fondly, she looked so beautiful, her rosy cheeks catches his eyes, begging to be kissed. The husband draw his face nearer to his wife, trying to kiss the chubby cheek but the wife gently pushed the husband’s hand.

“you haven’t answered my question love”

“my sweet Shoko, I think it’s a boy”

“but honey, I want it to be a girl so I can dress her up, she will be the sweetest thing ever” she grinned while saying the words. Her beautiful complexion makes the husband fall in love again and again.

“but will you be okay if our baby is a girl?”

“of course I will, boy or girl, it doesn’t matter as long as the three of us lives happily ever after”

“there’s no such thing as ever after my dearest” answered the wife, there’s a hint of sadness in her tone but the husband didn’t noticed that.

“owh, so we will be the first to prove that ‘ever after’ did exist”

“I hope so”. Upon hearing that the husband gives the wife a kiss of love and assurance on her rosy cheek.

“we can do it love, trust me, we can”

The wife gently strokes her husband’s hair, her eyes filled with love, only god knows how much she love her husband and how she want to be with her husband and their baby creating the ‘happily ever after’ together. But something, an unknown fear always haunting her, she didn’t know why but she is scared.

“my love, let’s name our baby” she try to smile though tears started forming in the corner of her eyes.

“if it is a girl, I want to name her Yuki” she said, wide smile on her face.
“her skin will be as fair as snow” she continued.

“and if it’s a boy?” the husband asked.

“shota” a single answer coming out from her mouth.

“well, its between Yuki and Shota then” the husband gently rubbing his hand against his wife’s belly.

“ouch!!, it’s kicking!”

>>>>>

Days and nights have passed, sooner it is time for the wife to give birth. There is something wrong with the wife, cold sweat hot tears, pain. The wife screams in pain, an hour had passed but the baby hasn’t coming out yet, the husband waiting anxiously outside, leaving everything on the old healer’s hand. She screamed again, the husband covering his ears, its too painful, he wished he could swap place with his wife, he will endure all the pain, for his wife.
After a long pause, he heard a small voice, a strange yet beautiful voice. Its their baby. He entered the house and rushingly went inside the room to his wife. he is crying, he is the happiest man in the world, he took his wife’s hand trying to kiss it but stopped by the sight of her pale face. The wife gasping for air, suffering. She turns to look at her husband. Sad eyes.

“we have a boy”

“yes, he is beautiful” answered the husband while looking at the baby lying next to his pale wife. Voice trembling.

“I am sorry…we cant, I cant be..”

“shh… don’t say anything, you should rest”

“no! Listen to me, love. I can’t be with you any longer, I…I have to go”

“no… don’t say it, please I’m begging you”

“my love, I swear i don’t want to go, I want to be with you, and our boy, our..Sho…our Shota”

“you will be with us, remember, we will live happily…ever..after, please..don’t leave us my love, I need you, we need you, shota need you”

“I……..” but the wife couldn’t finish her words.

>>>
3 months after…

The father stepped inside the house only to hear the baby’s loud cry, rage burning inside him, he is drunk, he is penniless and he blamed it all to the baby.

“because of you she died, I don’t want you, I hate you!!!” his hands on the baby’s throat, trying to choke him to death but the baby stopped crying and begin to grin because his father is here. The father couldn’t kill him, the baby resembled his dearest wife; they shared the same smile, same eyes, same nose, same hair color and the skin as fair as snow. The baby is so beautiful, as beautiful as the sun and the moon, and as beautiful as his wife. he couldn’t kill him though he hates him.

Finally, the heartbroken husband sold his baby to a greedy cold hearted trader. He left with the money and never be seen after.

>>>>>

A year after, a prince is born. He was born to a cruel King who loves to torture. He enjoys seeing people screaming in pain, their desperate voice begging for mercy is a beautiful melody to his ear. He have had killed somebody’s father, somebody’s wife, somebody’s daughter, son, uncle, auntie…he kills everyone and everyone wants to kill him.

One day, after a long wait, a brave servant put a drop of the most powerful poison to his wine, a poison he got from the king’s wife. Unlike the King, the queen is a gentle and kindhearted woman, she was forced to marry the king, the King threat her, if she refuse to marry the King her entire family will be burned alive. She nodded as a sign that she gave the King her consent, they married and one month later, she lost her entire family in a fire.

The cruel King is dead, the whole kingdom celebrated the death of their King, they have good drinks, good foods, beautiful music and beautiful smiles on their face.
“the king is dead” they said happily.

“the king is in hell” they sang merrily

The queen is crowned as the temporary ruler of the Kingdom until prince ohkura reached 18.

“long live the queen” they said in unison.

A/N my first Ohyass fic. hmm..hai! yoroshiku onegaishimasu!

flu

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 12:59:12 GMT

Today is like the other days
The Eito are busy with their works
They got lots of interviews to be done
And also performances and not forgotten their radio shows

Today they have to go to Tokyo for the interview
They all promised to meet at the station
One person came earlier
because he lost the bet
He got to buy the ticket for the rest of them
With his own expanse

Maru got all the tickets in his hand
Now he is waiting for the others’ arrival

..patiently..

Hina came alone
Enter yoko
Followed by ryo and Subaru
Ohkura shows up 3 minutes later

Now they are waiting for the last person
Yasuda shota

They have waited for 5 minutes
The train will be arrived in 10 minutes time
Yoko couldn’t take it anymore
He took out his cell phone
He is going to call Shota
He wants him to hurry up
Or else he will be left

Yoko was about to dial the number when Shota shows up
He is hardly catching his breath
But still asking for apologies
He know he was late

Ohkura secretly fixing his eyes on him
Checking..

Ohkura thinks Shota looks different
He looks pale
His nose is red
so does his cheeks
and he coughs a lot

Ohkura reached for Shota’s forehead

Shota is shocked
But he is happy
Because it is Ohkura

The others doesn’t care about that
but Baru looked displease

Shota explains why he is late
He got flu
He had to go to clinic first

Everyone started to feel worry
But Shota said he is fine
He got his medicines with him

The train is arrived
Shota decided to sit alone
He is worried if others will get infected because of him

Shota really is a nice person

He told Hina about it
He wanted him to tell the rest about it
He don’t want them to misunderstand him
Hina nods, he understood

The train was almost empty
Shota sits way at the back
Yoko sits alone
so does Ohkura
Ryo sits with Baru while Hina with Maru

Shota feels sleepy
It must be the effect of the medicine
He close his eyes
And soon after he fall asleep

30 minutes later

Shota open his eyes
He got a nasty headache
His eyes blurred with tears

He didn’t notice the person sitting next to him

Shota close his eyes
He is trying to get sleep
But it was too painful
His head feels like it’s about to explode

Shota lets out a small scream
Not loud but more then enough to wake the person sitting next to him

‘daijoubu?’ he said

Shota opened his eyes
Ohkura’s thumb brushing over his cheeks
Wiping his tears

Shota is shocked -again-

“I thought I already told Hina about this” he said

“You did, and he have told us”

“but I don’t want to let you sitting here all alone” replies Ohkura

He continues..
“you are not well so I am worry”

“but you might get infected?” Shota protest

“no, I’ll be fine..i’m a strong man” Ohkura defending himself

Shota lost for words
but he feels happy
His pain lessen

They both sit silently

Shota feels cold
He is shaking
Ohkura noticed that
He pulled shota closer
So he can make him feel warm

Shota feels grateful

His head rests on ohkura’s chest

He is smiling
Ohkura too

But not Baru
He saw it…

Later..they arrived at Tokyo

Yoko was the first to wake up
Then he waked hina who wakes up maru..who screamed and ended up waking everyone else in the train
Not only the eito

They stepped out of the train
Ohkura is holding Shota’s hand

Shota looks up
He wants to say thank you to ohkura

“ne..Tacchon ari…”
But Shota couldn’t finish his words
Because Ohkura cuts it with a loud…
“accchooooo!!!!”

“Tacchon..daijoubu?”

Fin.