FIC - Chronology [Ryo/Shige]
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Title: Chronology
Pairing: Ryo/Shige
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,892
Summary: Shige could pull away, but it's easier to risk the kiss than the rejection.
In a year, Shige’s bed will sit against the wall of Ryo’s bedroom.
In ten months, Shige’s books will outweigh Ryo’s CDs, and the shelf will break off the wall.
In eight months, Shige’s shoes will sit next to Ryo’s by the door.
In six months, Ryo’s kitchen will smell of fish that he doesn’t like.
In four months, Ryo’s condoms will be reallocated from the box to specific niches in every room.
In two months, Ryo’s missing shirt will reappear washed and folded on his pillow.
In a week, a kiss.
Tomorrow, a smile.
Today, an observation.
‘’
Four months from now –
An uninvited January breeze runs wild through Ryo’s apartment, ruffling the pages of opened textbooks and shoving a stack of DVDs off the TV. Ryo, shirtless and kneeling on the floor, shivers as he slips his fist between the sofa cushions. He leaves two condoms there, upping the living room’s total to ten – two in the couch, two beneath the lamp and six in DVDs none of his friends like.
The chill starts lifting the hair on Ryo’s neck, so he returns to his bedroom to close the window, pull on a shirt and get a refill from the box.
The bathroom has four, the kitchen nine.
Two go in his wallet before Ryo shuts the window and leaves to meet Shige at the radio station.
‘’
A week from now –
Shige could pull away, but he’s thinking of the consequences.
Pulling away means they’ll have to confront what they’ve just done.
Pulling away means saving face by pretending he didn’t sneak the tip of his tongue through Ryo’s opening lips.
Pulling away means the threat of awkward silence that Ryo will fill with poisoned denial.
Pulling away means the absence of Ryo’s thumb stroking Shige’s neck. Shige could pull away, but it’s easier to risk the kiss than the rejection.
‘’
Ten months from now –
For three years, all that Ryo’s shelf supported was a row of empty CD cases. Now, with the added weight of four basic law books and two mystery novels Koyama gave Shige for his birthday, the shelf has to struggle to hold onto the wall.
Ryo keeps his actual CDs in a folder, and Shige uses more advanced books these days, so neither notices the shelf or its growing strain until the middle of July.
It’s mid-morning and the heat, their unrelenting proximity to each other and twelve unspoken trivialities all suddenly combine to ignite a furious shouting match. Shige’s anger melts his usual reticence, and Ryo untethers what rudimentary restraint he normally puts on his sharp tongue.
Though Shige resists the urge to punch Ryo in the head, he slams into Ryo’s shoulder on his way to the front door. Ryo hits the wall, right beneath the shelf.
The shudder, reminiscent of an earthquake, holds Ryo frozen in bewilderment. Then he hears Shige curse, his voice high and anxious, before the shelf gives and Shige yanks him away by the wrist. Stunned, they watch CDs and books spill out over the floor. The shelf, clinging to the wall by one stubborn screw, swings like a metronome.
They look at each other absently, then at their argument’s shrapnel on the floor. Ryo feels Shige’s fingers tighten.
They spend the next hour filling a shoebox with Ryo’s CDs and piling Shige’s books under the bed, their fingers frequently and leisurely grazing.
‘’
Today –
Shige watches Ryo’s pick skim the taut strings. Imagines the sound it makes. Watches Ryo twist a tuner and stroke another chord too soft to cut through the wax and wane of rushing people in their dressing room. Ryo’s fingers move automatically, practiced and familiar as they smooth the guitar’s neck and ribs. Shige, hidden beneath a towel, watches Ryo go farther and farther from their world into his own.
When their manager raps on the door, Ryo stops playing, but the music continues in Shige’s head. Then Ryo looks directly into Shige’s towel cave, and Shige, falling obliviously for miles, hits hard.
‘’
Two months from now –
Ryo wakes up to tangible warmth in his arms. The window he shut last night is open, letting in the rushing hum of traffic and a soft March breeze. Shige breathes softly against Ryo’s lips, fully dressed and still in socks. Ryo, in boxers only, slides his arms beneath Shige’s shirt seeking smooth heat. Shige sighs and Ryo kisses him, mouthing his bottom lip.
Behind Ryo’s head, a shirt he believed he’d lost sits folded on his pillow, giving off the lavender scent of the fabric softener Shige’s mother uses.
‘’
In a year –
They break Ryo’s bed. They don’t regret it.
Shige decides to put his old bed to good use and takes a trip to his family’s house. Shige’s mother plies her son with food and makes him promise to let her see the boys’ apartment once Shige’s bed is set up there.
She asks, “You’re sure both beds will fit in that room?”
Shige repeats what Ryo made him rehearse in front of the bathroom mirror this morning. “He has a futon.” And silently adds, “That he keeps in the closet.”
Ryo is in Osaka for the day, so Shige’s enlisted Koyama’s help in transporting and putting the bed together.
The moment they’ve gotten every piece into the bedroom, Shige tries to forget the number of hours it took them to do it. While he sits against the wall, panting, Koyama sprawls on his stomach, arms and legs splayed like a starfish.
“I don’t love you anymore, Shige.”
Shige grins. “Okay.”
Koyama flops his arm out, aiming his open palm at Shige’s foot. Shige tugs his leg to the side, and Koyama ends up slapping the floor.
“Divorce,” Koyama moans.
“I don’t think Ryo liked our friendly marriage much anyway.”
Koyama is quiet for a few minutes, long enough for Shige to worry and prod Koyama’s arm with his toe. Koyama lifts up onto his hands and knees and crawls over to sit next to Shige. He drops his head on Shige’s shoulder and says, “You’ll always be my Shige.”
Shige pillows his cheek in Koyama’s hair. “We still have to put the bed together.”
Koyama whines.
That night, Ryo and Uchi open the front door and find the apartment quiet. They consult each other with frowns of various nuances, then decide to split up. While Uchi heats the food Ryo’s mother packed for them, Ryo investigates the silence in the bedroom.
The bed is at a slant in the middle of the room, surrounded by a ring of debris. Ryo steps over the tools and printed instructions off the internet, studying the bed itself. Sheets and blankets lie in wrinkled chaos on top of a knitted thing that covers the entire bare mattress. Hidden in the middle of it is Shige, hair mussed and face smooth in sleep.
Ryo sits near where he guesses Shige’s knees are to stroke the warm skin of Shige’s bare arm.
When the microwave chimes, Uchi goes in search of Ryo and finds Koyama napping on the couch. Grinning, he holds Koyama’s nostrils closed until Koyama reanimates with a splutter.
“Uchi, that was unprovoked! And mean!”
As Koyama’s complaining has broken the silence, Uchi feels justified in calling, “Ryo-chan, dinner!” in a practiced falsetto.
When there’s no answer, Koyama shouts, “Shige?”
In the bedroom, Ryo and Shige remain asleep, tangled in a knot they’ll forget how to unravel upon waking.
‘’
Tomorrow –
Their newest single’s dance routine requires Ryo to backflip. In every rehearsal, he's nailed it. Then, hours before the concert, overconfident and tired, Ryo lands off the mark and nearly falls offstage.
Shige appears from nowhere to pull him back.
Embarrassed, Ryo says, “Thanks,” and then, “Where’d you come from?”
Shige points to the other side of the stage.
Slowly, Ryo smiles and Shige barely manages to return it, his face hot.
‘’
Six months from now –
The refrigerator doesn’t contain anything that appeals to them, so Ryo orders food. Forty minutes later, the delivery man calls to report that he’s lost, so Ryo spends five minutes on the phone with him until it becomes clear that the man is on the other side of the city, at an address that could sound, to creative ears, like Ryo’s. The man is mortified, but Ryo brushes it off with an annoyed sound and tells the man he’ll pick up the food at the restaurant.
Shige, lying underneath him and panting, says, “You’ll do what?”
Ryo kisses his forehead and says, “It won’t take long. Read a book or something.”
Shige stares at him. Ryo says, “I’ll get you sushi.”
When he returns, Ryo has two bags in one hand and his cell phone in the other.
Shige, lounging on the floor absorbed in Ryo’s Nintendo DS, automatically calls, “Okaeri.”
Ryo sets the bags down in the kitchen, his side of the conversation providing a layer of sound on top of the game’s cheerful bleeping. When Ryo takes his place on the sofa, he props his feet on Shige’s ass. Shige rolls his eyes, aims a kick backwards and only manages to nick Ryo’s ankle. In retaliation, Ryo starts to knead his toes in Shige’s thigh, and Shige forces himself not to squirm.
Shige doesn’t realize Ryo’s hung up until Ryo straddles his back.
“One second,” Shige says.
Ryo says, “Oh – jump now.”
Shige jumps. Shige dies. “Ryo!”
Ryo grins and notches his chin on Shige’s shoulder. “Relax, it’s easy to get back there.”
“It took me an hour.”
“So save your game.”
Shige blinks, flummoxed. “How do you save it?”
Ryo laughs and lowers down until his chest rests on Shige’s back. He reaches around Shige’s shoulders and frames his hands on the console. He can’t rescue Shige’s previous attempt, but he shows Shige a faster way to get back to where he was. For ten minutes, Ryo’s thumbs rapidly tap buttons and Shige loses interest in trying to memorize the sequences.
Instead, he rubs his cheek against Ryo’s, then mouths his jaw.
Ryo pauses the game.
Come morning, the stench of Shige’s uneaten sushi has fused to the walls.
‘’
Eight months from now –
Sometime in the dark stretch between midnight and dawn, Ryo arrives back in Tokyo. He lingers in a sleepy haze as he approaches his apartment building, the strap of his bag cutting deep into his sore shoulder muscle. In the elevator, he hears his cell phone chime and reads a message from Yasu, [Go right to sleep, okay?] He responds, [Zzz,] one-handed while he searches his bag for his keys.
He trips two steps into the apartment. It's dark, but the bathroom light is still on, and he can see the bedroom door is open. He toes off his shoes, leaves his bag on the kitchen counter, rushes through all hygiene requirements and finally climbs into bed naked behind Shige.
Shige’s breathing is off, so Ryo whispers, “Stop leaving your shoes directly in front of the door.”
“Sorry.”
“I tripped on them.”
“I heard. You woke me up.”
Ryo pokes him hard in the back. “Liar.” He reaches under the pillow and unearths his Nintendo DS, still on but muted.
Shige grins over his shoulder, unrepentant. Ryo turns Shige onto his back, asks, “Missed me?” and kisses a path from shoulder to shoulder.
Shige says, “Yes,” and guides Ryo’s mouth to his.
Am having a beautifully, wonderfully, restfully fun break. :D Returned from Florida Friday night and spent all day Saturday refamiliarizing myself with the city. Hee. When I set out, my plan for the day was to buy a feather mattress pad like the one I slept on in the hotel suite and then meet up with Diana for idol magazine lusting at Kino.
First, I saw the Great Debaters -- which is incredible and also made me cry twice -- then met up with Diana and visited Kino and Asahiya. Decided we were hungry, traveled to the Village and had dinner at our favorite ramen place. Met up later with Alexis and her entourage (XDDD) to see Sweeney Todd.
Mission Feather Sleep unsuccessful.
Today, though! Today I will definitely get one. Actually, I'm moving into my new room tomorrow, so maybe I'll wait until I've moved. That leaves today open for -- NOTHING. YAY, NOTHING! :D BREAK OUT THE RICE COOKER AND THE DVDS BABY. *MINI DANCE PARTY*
OH AND! I got a gift in the mail fromsaaski_moql!
A NECKLACE! Blue and orange! My favorite colors! ♥♥♥ WITH KYA ON IT! I NOW HAVE HANDWARMERS AND A NECKLACE WITH MY NICKNAME ON THEM! EEEE! People in Japan are just going to think I enjoy everything.
THANK YOU, SWEETHEART. *HUGHUGHUGBOUNCEANDHUG* :D
So, speaking of Hina. ... ;)
Murakami Shingo, resident mother of Kanjani∞. Hot. SOCCER PLAYER. Hot. Never shuts up. Has to be beaten repeatedly to be silenced. Hot. Eternal optimist. And did I mention hot? Hot. Hothothothothot.
Hina's monstrously underloved in fic. :( So, because I adore him like no other (well, one other), I'm gonna make a Hina pimp post soon. Mostly pictures, some fic, a few links. Because Hina deserves more! And like any member of Eito, he goes with anyone! Especially Yoko. Just look at Recommen. XDDD He and Yoko are my third favorite OTP after Subaru/Yasu and Takki/Tsubasa. ♥♥♥
Because of conversations like this:
Hina : Ahhh, they’re good looking!
Yoko : You’re better looking.
[A second of silence.]
Guy : Aahahahahahha.
Hina : What you said here was creepy. Hahahahahaa.
Yoko : You’re better looking.
Hina : Nonono, NEWS was good looking (on their DVD).
Yoko : That’s not it. I definitely think you’re better looking.
Guy : Aahahahahahah.
Hina : Dude, you’re not really putting any feelings into this.
Yoko : Heh, no. You’re good looking yo.
Hina : Nooo, but of course there’s something different about NEWS.
Yoko : Hmmmm.
Hina : YamaP is also smartly handsome… [[NOTE : I’ve never heard of the slang, but I gather that what it means…more or less]]
Yoko : I’m telling you, you’re smartly handsome too!
Guy : Ahahahahahahaha.
Hina : [laughing while talking] Dude, what’s with you today?
Yoko : I’m telling you, you’re smartly handsome too.
Hina : I’ve become smartly handsome?
Yoko : You’re smartly handsome.
Hina : Really?
Yoko : Aren’t you? Though you’re so thin/slim.
Hina : Ahh, thank you.
Yoko : Uhn. What about YamaP?
Hina : YamaP’s… and of course, each of the member’s solo were unique.
Yoko : Your solo’s unique too.
Hina+Guy : Aaaahahahahahaahahahahaaahahah.
Yoko : No?
Hina : [slaps the table while still laughing] Thank you, thank you.
Yoko : Right, you’re better looking.
Hina : Noo, but you’re better looking.
Yoko : No, have some confidence, man. What are you saying, now, how many years have you done this you think!
Hina : But, I think I still lose to Yoko.
Yoko : How many years is it for Tegoshi-kun? Still…not even 4, 5, years have passed since he joined, probably…
Hina : No.
Yoko : And you, how many years? Try and say it.
Hina : 11 years.
Yoko : Look! What are you gonna do if you lose to him?!
Guy : Ahaha.
Hina : Yes.
Yoko : Right?
Hina : Yes.
Yoko : When Tegoshi comes, go (whack him on the head and make the sound) pakon him once. [[NOTE : not that sure about this line]]
Guy : Aahhahahaaha.
Hina : Aahahahahaha.
Translated by ttthhbbbtt
And in the Okinawa JaniBen!
Hina: We can do fishing, wake boarding scuba diving, dragon boat. So, everyone, I will listen to your wishes. What would you like to do?
Yoko: I want you.
Just. XDDDDD Endless, hilarious adoration. I love you, Yoko. HINA/YOKO, GUYS. LOVE IT!
It's like Takki and Tsubasa in the phone booth!
"You're cooler."
"No, YOU'RE cooler!"
"You're awesome!"
"You're more awesome!"
Phone Box: ... Are you finished?
"Er, yes."
"Excuse us."
AND NOW! First meme of the new year! Is a combination of memes!
Choose from:
One question, one honest answer. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer.
Voice meme. Ask me to talk about something, sing, yell, curse, read, or something else I can't think of. I'll reply with a recording.
HAVE AT IT! ♥!
Today's Hot Moment!
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チュ
-キラキラ！
♥♥♥
je_holiday!zukkii wrote me Subaru/Yasu! ♥ Thank you, love!I wrote Nishikato. Love and blueberry scones to my hardcore awesome beta,
mananeh! ♥ :)karinberry and acchikocchi guessed -- sorry. Told me they knew which was mine. I am not stealthy writer. XDDD Guys, remind me what you want? Merry-sensei asked for Koyato -- Kao-chan, TegoMass? :)Title: Chronology
Pairing: Ryo/Shige
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,892
Summary: Shige could pull away, but it's easier to risk the kiss than the rejection.
In a year, Shige’s bed will sit against the wall of Ryo’s bedroom.
In ten months, Shige’s books will outweigh Ryo’s CDs, and the shelf will break off the wall.
In eight months, Shige’s shoes will sit next to Ryo’s by the door.
In six months, Ryo’s kitchen will smell of fish that he doesn’t like.
In four months, Ryo’s condoms will be reallocated from the box to specific niches in every room.
In two months, Ryo’s missing shirt will reappear washed and folded on his pillow.
In a week, a kiss.
Tomorrow, a smile.
Today, an observation.
‘’
Four months from now –
An uninvited January breeze runs wild through Ryo’s apartment, ruffling the pages of opened textbooks and shoving a stack of DVDs off the TV. Ryo, shirtless and kneeling on the floor, shivers as he slips his fist between the sofa cushions. He leaves two condoms there, upping the living room’s total to ten – two in the couch, two beneath the lamp and six in DVDs none of his friends like.
The chill starts lifting the hair on Ryo’s neck, so he returns to his bedroom to close the window, pull on a shirt and get a refill from the box.
The bathroom has four, the kitchen nine.
Two go in his wallet before Ryo shuts the window and leaves to meet Shige at the radio station.
‘’
A week from now –
Shige could pull away, but he’s thinking of the consequences.
Pulling away means they’ll have to confront what they’ve just done.
Pulling away means saving face by pretending he didn’t sneak the tip of his tongue through Ryo’s opening lips.
Pulling away means the threat of awkward silence that Ryo will fill with poisoned denial.
Pulling away means the absence of Ryo’s thumb stroking Shige’s neck. Shige could pull away, but it’s easier to risk the kiss than the rejection.
‘’
Ten months from now –
For three years, all that Ryo’s shelf supported was a row of empty CD cases. Now, with the added weight of four basic law books and two mystery novels Koyama gave Shige for his birthday, the shelf has to struggle to hold onto the wall.
Ryo keeps his actual CDs in a folder, and Shige uses more advanced books these days, so neither notices the shelf or its growing strain until the middle of July.
It’s mid-morning and the heat, their unrelenting proximity to each other and twelve unspoken trivialities all suddenly combine to ignite a furious shouting match. Shige’s anger melts his usual reticence, and Ryo untethers what rudimentary restraint he normally puts on his sharp tongue.
Though Shige resists the urge to punch Ryo in the head, he slams into Ryo’s shoulder on his way to the front door. Ryo hits the wall, right beneath the shelf.
The shudder, reminiscent of an earthquake, holds Ryo frozen in bewilderment. Then he hears Shige curse, his voice high and anxious, before the shelf gives and Shige yanks him away by the wrist. Stunned, they watch CDs and books spill out over the floor. The shelf, clinging to the wall by one stubborn screw, swings like a metronome.
They look at each other absently, then at their argument’s shrapnel on the floor. Ryo feels Shige’s fingers tighten.
They spend the next hour filling a shoebox with Ryo’s CDs and piling Shige’s books under the bed, their fingers frequently and leisurely grazing.
‘’
Today –
Shige watches Ryo’s pick skim the taut strings. Imagines the sound it makes. Watches Ryo twist a tuner and stroke another chord too soft to cut through the wax and wane of rushing people in their dressing room. Ryo’s fingers move automatically, practiced and familiar as they smooth the guitar’s neck and ribs. Shige, hidden beneath a towel, watches Ryo go farther and farther from their world into his own.
When their manager raps on the door, Ryo stops playing, but the music continues in Shige’s head. Then Ryo looks directly into Shige’s towel cave, and Shige, falling obliviously for miles, hits hard.
‘’
Two months from now –
Ryo wakes up to tangible warmth in his arms. The window he shut last night is open, letting in the rushing hum of traffic and a soft March breeze. Shige breathes softly against Ryo’s lips, fully dressed and still in socks. Ryo, in boxers only, slides his arms beneath Shige’s shirt seeking smooth heat. Shige sighs and Ryo kisses him, mouthing his bottom lip.
Behind Ryo’s head, a shirt he believed he’d lost sits folded on his pillow, giving off the lavender scent of the fabric softener Shige’s mother uses.
‘’
In a year –
They break Ryo’s bed. They don’t regret it.
Shige decides to put his old bed to good use and takes a trip to his family’s house. Shige’s mother plies her son with food and makes him promise to let her see the boys’ apartment once Shige’s bed is set up there.
She asks, “You’re sure both beds will fit in that room?”
Shige repeats what Ryo made him rehearse in front of the bathroom mirror this morning. “He has a futon.” And silently adds, “That he keeps in the closet.”
Ryo is in Osaka for the day, so Shige’s enlisted Koyama’s help in transporting and putting the bed together.
The moment they’ve gotten every piece into the bedroom, Shige tries to forget the number of hours it took them to do it. While he sits against the wall, panting, Koyama sprawls on his stomach, arms and legs splayed like a starfish.
“I don’t love you anymore, Shige.”
Shige grins. “Okay.”
Koyama flops his arm out, aiming his open palm at Shige’s foot. Shige tugs his leg to the side, and Koyama ends up slapping the floor.
“Divorce,” Koyama moans.
“I don’t think Ryo liked our friendly marriage much anyway.”
Koyama is quiet for a few minutes, long enough for Shige to worry and prod Koyama’s arm with his toe. Koyama lifts up onto his hands and knees and crawls over to sit next to Shige. He drops his head on Shige’s shoulder and says, “You’ll always be my Shige.”
Shige pillows his cheek in Koyama’s hair. “We still have to put the bed together.”
Koyama whines.
That night, Ryo and Uchi open the front door and find the apartment quiet. They consult each other with frowns of various nuances, then decide to split up. While Uchi heats the food Ryo’s mother packed for them, Ryo investigates the silence in the bedroom.
The bed is at a slant in the middle of the room, surrounded by a ring of debris. Ryo steps over the tools and printed instructions off the internet, studying the bed itself. Sheets and blankets lie in wrinkled chaos on top of a knitted thing that covers the entire bare mattress. Hidden in the middle of it is Shige, hair mussed and face smooth in sleep.
Ryo sits near where he guesses Shige’s knees are to stroke the warm skin of Shige’s bare arm.
When the microwave chimes, Uchi goes in search of Ryo and finds Koyama napping on the couch. Grinning, he holds Koyama’s nostrils closed until Koyama reanimates with a splutter.
“Uchi, that was unprovoked! And mean!”
As Koyama’s complaining has broken the silence, Uchi feels justified in calling, “Ryo-chan, dinner!” in a practiced falsetto.
When there’s no answer, Koyama shouts, “Shige?”
In the bedroom, Ryo and Shige remain asleep, tangled in a knot they’ll forget how to unravel upon waking.
‘’
Tomorrow –
Their newest single’s dance routine requires Ryo to backflip. In every rehearsal, he's nailed it. Then, hours before the concert, overconfident and tired, Ryo lands off the mark and nearly falls offstage.
Shige appears from nowhere to pull him back.
Embarrassed, Ryo says, “Thanks,” and then, “Where’d you come from?”
Shige points to the other side of the stage.
Slowly, Ryo smiles and Shige barely manages to return it, his face hot.
‘’
Six months from now –
The refrigerator doesn’t contain anything that appeals to them, so Ryo orders food. Forty minutes later, the delivery man calls to report that he’s lost, so Ryo spends five minutes on the phone with him until it becomes clear that the man is on the other side of the city, at an address that could sound, to creative ears, like Ryo’s. The man is mortified, but Ryo brushes it off with an annoyed sound and tells the man he’ll pick up the food at the restaurant.
Shige, lying underneath him and panting, says, “You’ll do what?”
Ryo kisses his forehead and says, “It won’t take long. Read a book or something.”
Shige stares at him. Ryo says, “I’ll get you sushi.”
When he returns, Ryo has two bags in one hand and his cell phone in the other.
Shige, lounging on the floor absorbed in Ryo’s Nintendo DS, automatically calls, “Okaeri.”
Ryo sets the bags down in the kitchen, his side of the conversation providing a layer of sound on top of the game’s cheerful bleeping. When Ryo takes his place on the sofa, he props his feet on Shige’s ass. Shige rolls his eyes, aims a kick backwards and only manages to nick Ryo’s ankle. In retaliation, Ryo starts to knead his toes in Shige’s thigh, and Shige forces himself not to squirm.
Shige doesn’t realize Ryo’s hung up until Ryo straddles his back.
“One second,” Shige says.
Ryo says, “Oh – jump now.”
Shige jumps. Shige dies. “Ryo!”
Ryo grins and notches his chin on Shige’s shoulder. “Relax, it’s easy to get back there.”
“It took me an hour.”
“So save your game.”
Shige blinks, flummoxed. “How do you save it?”
Ryo laughs and lowers down until his chest rests on Shige’s back. He reaches around Shige’s shoulders and frames his hands on the console. He can’t rescue Shige’s previous attempt, but he shows Shige a faster way to get back to where he was. For ten minutes, Ryo’s thumbs rapidly tap buttons and Shige loses interest in trying to memorize the sequences.
Instead, he rubs his cheek against Ryo’s, then mouths his jaw.
Ryo pauses the game.
Come morning, the stench of Shige’s uneaten sushi has fused to the walls.
‘’
Eight months from now –
Sometime in the dark stretch between midnight and dawn, Ryo arrives back in Tokyo. He lingers in a sleepy haze as he approaches his apartment building, the strap of his bag cutting deep into his sore shoulder muscle. In the elevator, he hears his cell phone chime and reads a message from Yasu, [Go right to sleep, okay?] He responds, [Zzz,] one-handed while he searches his bag for his keys.
He trips two steps into the apartment. It's dark, but the bathroom light is still on, and he can see the bedroom door is open. He toes off his shoes, leaves his bag on the kitchen counter, rushes through all hygiene requirements and finally climbs into bed naked behind Shige.
Shige’s breathing is off, so Ryo whispers, “Stop leaving your shoes directly in front of the door.”
“Sorry.”
“I tripped on them.”
“I heard. You woke me up.”
Ryo pokes him hard in the back. “Liar.” He reaches under the pillow and unearths his Nintendo DS, still on but muted.
Shige grins over his shoulder, unrepentant. Ryo turns Shige onto his back, asks, “Missed me?” and kisses a path from shoulder to shoulder.
Shige says, “Yes,” and guides Ryo’s mouth to his.
Am having a beautifully, wonderfully, restfully fun break. :D Returned from Florida Friday night and spent all day Saturday refamiliarizing myself with the city. Hee. When I set out, my plan for the day was to buy a feather mattress pad like the one I slept on in the hotel suite and then meet up with Diana for idol magazine lusting at Kino.
First, I saw the Great Debaters -- which is incredible and also made me cry twice -- then met up with Diana and visited Kino and Asahiya. Decided we were hungry, traveled to the Village and had dinner at our favorite ramen place. Met up later with Alexis and her entourage (XDDD) to see Sweeney Todd.
Mission Feather Sleep unsuccessful.
Today, though! Today I will definitely get one. Actually, I'm moving into my new room tomorrow, so maybe I'll wait until I've moved. That leaves today open for -- NOTHING. YAY, NOTHING! :D BREAK OUT THE RICE COOKER AND THE DVDS BABY. *MINI DANCE PARTY*
OH AND! I got a gift in the mail from
saaski_moql!A NECKLACE! Blue and orange! My favorite colors! ♥♥♥ WITH KYA ON IT! I NOW HAVE HANDWARMERS AND A NECKLACE WITH MY NICKNAME ON THEM! EEEE! People in Japan are just going to think I enjoy everything.
THANK YOU, SWEETHEART. *HUGHUGHUGBOUNCEANDHUG* :D
So, speaking of Hina. ... ;)
Murakami Shingo, resident mother of Kanjani∞. Hot. SOCCER PLAYER. Hot. Never shuts up. Has to be beaten repeatedly to be silenced. Hot. Eternal optimist. And did I mention hot? Hot. Hothothothothot.
Hina's monstrously underloved in fic. :( So, because I adore him like no other (well, one other), I'm gonna make a Hina pimp post soon. Mostly pictures, some fic, a few links. Because Hina deserves more! And like any member of Eito, he goes with anyone! Especially Yoko. Just look at Recommen. XDDD He and Yoko are my third favorite OTP after Subaru/Yasu and Takki/Tsubasa. ♥♥♥
Because of conversations like this:
Hina : Ahhh, they’re good looking!
Yoko : You’re better looking.
[A second of silence.]
Guy : Aahahahahahha.
Hina : What you said here was creepy. Hahahahahaa.
Yoko : You’re better looking.
Hina : Nonono, NEWS was good looking (on their DVD).
Yoko : That’s not it. I definitely think you’re better looking.
Guy : Aahahahahahah.
Hina : Dude, you’re not really putting any feelings into this.
Yoko : Heh, no. You’re good looking yo.
Hina : Nooo, but of course there’s something different about NEWS.
Yoko : Hmmmm.
Hina : YamaP is also smartly handsome… [[NOTE : I’ve never heard of the slang, but I gather that what it means…more or less]]
Yoko : I’m telling you, you’re smartly handsome too!
Guy : Ahahahahahahaha.
Hina : [laughing while talking] Dude, what’s with you today?
Yoko : I’m telling you, you’re smartly handsome too.
Hina : I’ve become smartly handsome?
Yoko : You’re smartly handsome.
Hina : Really?
Yoko : Aren’t you? Though you’re so thin/slim.
Hina : Ahh, thank you.
Yoko : Uhn. What about YamaP?
Hina : YamaP’s… and of course, each of the member’s solo were unique.
Yoko : Your solo’s unique too.
Hina+Guy : Aaaahahahahahaahahahahaaahahah.
Yoko : No?
Hina : [slaps the table while still laughing] Thank you, thank you.
Yoko : Right, you’re better looking.
Hina : Noo, but you’re better looking.
Yoko : No, have some confidence, man. What are you saying, now, how many years have you done this you think!
Hina : But, I think I still lose to Yoko.
Yoko : How many years is it for Tegoshi-kun? Still…not even 4, 5, years have passed since he joined, probably…
Hina : No.
Yoko : And you, how many years? Try and say it.
Hina : 11 years.
Yoko : Look! What are you gonna do if you lose to him?!
Guy : Ahaha.
Hina : Yes.
Yoko : Right?
Hina : Yes.
Yoko : When Tegoshi comes, go (whack him on the head and make the sound) pakon him once. [[NOTE : not that sure about this line]]
Guy : Aahhahahaaha.
Hina : Aahahahahaha.
Translated by ttthhbbbtt
And in the Okinawa JaniBen!
Hina: We can do fishing, wake boarding scuba diving, dragon boat. So, everyone, I will listen to your wishes. What would you like to do?
Yoko: I want you.
Just. XDDDDD Endless, hilarious adoration. I love you, Yoko. HINA/YOKO, GUYS. LOVE IT!
It's like Takki and Tsubasa in the phone booth!
"You're cooler."
"No, YOU'RE cooler!"
"You're awesome!"
"You're more awesome!"
Phone Box: ... Are you finished?
"Er, yes."
"Excuse us."
AND NOW! First meme of the new year! Is a combination of memes!
Choose from:
One question, one honest answer. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer.
Voice meme. Ask me to talk about something, sing, yell, curse, read, or something else I can't think of. I'll reply with a recording.
HAVE AT IT! ♥!
Today's Hot Moment!
きょうのかっこいいしゅんかん!
チュ
-キラキラ！
♥♥♥
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Date: 2008-01-07 07:17 am (UTC)Plays! I couldn't make myself shut up the first two times, so I tried to condense it. I go crazy talking about these plays. XDD
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Date: 2008-01-07 08:38 am (UTC)So much glee for you posting this! I was going to say something along the lines of "You're not a spazz; you sound like me!" but there's a logical fallacy if I ever heard one, so we'll just move on.
And because I'm a freak of nature, I'm going to respond to each one of your play suggestions as you go:
The History Boys by Alan Bennett (sp?)
First thing you probably ought to know is that I'm a broadway.com addict. I go to it all the time and read about everything that's coming out, and I have for some time now, so I was all over The History Boys when it came out on Broadway. Unfortunately, while exceptional in perhaps every other area, the public library in my town is not particularly good at getting plays, so I keep waiting for them to get this so I can read it. I have so much respect for people who can capture the cadence of speech/dialogue while using that speech to tell the story and invoke human emotion.
Neil Simon
I love him. He's amazing. I've read three of his plays: Lost in Yonkers, The Odd Couple, and Barefoot in the Park, and I agree completely that they are uniformly exceptional. He is hilariously witty, but so real. He does comedy so well, and then when I read Lost in Yonkers I was so impressed with how he was able to write a more serious piece yet still incorporate that impeccably timed humor to make it that much more emotional. [I just tried to use the word 'whilst' in that sentence. I am such a lost cause.] But, my favorite of his (and yes, I have to read more) is Barefoot in the Park. I'm a sucker for crazy family and even crazier upstairs neighbors. Plus a love story. Who could ask for anything more?
Oscar Wilde
What is it with you and gay men? ;-) I'm finding that you and I have very very similar tastes in plays: wit, humor, classics. I love The Importance of Being Earnest, and I actually read that one as it was originally written first--4 acts with a bit more subplot that the 2002 movie appropriated--and I haven't actually read the "real" 3-act version. I also thoroughly enjoyed An Ideal Husband, and while I haven't read The Picture of Dorian Gray (why? I don't know), I thought that one was actually a short story/novella that he wrote. Am I wrong? Was it just that way in the unabridged/expanded volume that I got so I could read TIoBE?
Samuel Beckett
Waiting for Godot. I mean really. What else is there to say? Though it's funny (and totally characteristic of the Theatre of the Absurd), when I first read it, I found it very not funny. I know that it's supposed to be hilarious, but I mostly saw just desperation and hopelessness. Then, when I went back to it, my viewpoint changed and it was giggles from front to back. That's what I love about theatre. It is such a vastly different experience every time you read it. There is always more to see and feel and understand.
Tom Stoppard
Choosing to read Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead in AP English was one of the best decisions I ever made. That play is a gold mine. We play the question game at my house. And then, the ending. I was completely taken aback by it, and I'll occasionally think about it too much and it will give me chills for hours.
I haven't read anything else by him (again, why? I don't know), but he's come out with a new play just recently called Rock 'n' Roll about a Czecholslovakia and entertainment's influence on the fall of Communism. I wasn't sure about it at first, but I found out he wrote it after talking with Vaclav Havel, Czecholslovakia's playwright/former president, and I adore his essays and writings, so now I'm really excited to read it. I must say that I'm very impressed with Stoppard's ability to take on such broad and deep topics as the fall of Communism; the phenomenon of entertainment; the history of Russia (in Coast of Utopia). It takes chutzpah to give actors monologues of that length.
Clearly my brain has lost all control of my fingers
Date: 2008-01-07 08:40 am (UTC)I read that one recently, and it was wonderful. What a fantastic conceit to use math, the language of science and reason and order to explore the boundaries of genius and madness.
Ancient Greek plays
I have read, like every other person who has gone through high school, Oedipus Rex and Antigone, and I enjoyed those, though I think I liked Antigone better. I don't remember why, but that's ringing bells. Also, The Orestia was incredible. After reading that (again in AP English), we read Eugene O'Neill's trilogy of plays based off The Orestia called Mourning Becomes Electra. I think that was when I really began to love plays. It was such an incredible experience to read those two together. I would highly recommend it if you have the opportunity. Otherwise, I can name you some Ancient Greek plays, but my education is sadly lacking in that area, so I'll have to read more.
Is that the end? Someday, I swear, I will write you just a two line comment and be done so I can prove that I can be pithy when I choose to do so!
But, because you gave me so many of your favorites (doumo!), I feel obligated to mention a few of mine.
George Bernard Shaw: I could read him all day. But my favorite, hands down is Pygmallion. I got into it because of My Fair Lady, and I've never regretted it. If ever I were given my choice of any character to play, I would definitely play Eliza Doolittle.
Cyrano de Bergerac: Why do I not live in New York?!?! Two of my favorite plays were mounted on Broadway this year, and I can't see a one. I love Cyrano for his wit and charm and honor and nose. What a man.
Hmm, nothing else is popping into my head right now, which is probably a good thing so that I actually stop typing. Thank you, thank you for replying. I love hearing about what other people like about works that I like too!
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Date: 2008-01-11 06:27 am (UTC)I also have not read Cyrano! So many plays out there I haven't read! Ah, 'tis the special hell for me. Hee.