| Fan Fiction |
by Jessi
~~ His dark brown eyes were glued to the scene in front of him, unable to look away. He could feel wetness on his cheeks as he continued to watch the young man lying on the ground fighting for his life. His breathing was becoming shallow and ragged as the medic tired to stop the bleeding from the gunshot wound the boy had taken to the chest. It wasn’t supposed to happen, not then, not when they were on their way home from the arcade. The fight was supposed to happen on Saturday.
“Ah fuck,” he heard someone say beside him, their voice cracking with panic. He looked over and saw Shun pulling frantically at his bleached hair. None of this was supposed to happen. Despair quickly filled him when he looked back and saw the medic giving the boy CPR, trying desperately to get his heart pumping again. He was crying hysterically now as he watched, his tears soaking his face. He could see the lifeless eyes of his little brother looking up into the sky, but not seeing it. He heard a loud agonizing scream rip through the air, never realizing that it was coming from his own throat. ~~
Hiroki sat up in bed with a start. Sweat covered his body and he breathed heavily as he looked around the well lit room. He hadn’t had a dream about that dreadful night in years. His dark brown eyes made their way to a framed picture that was sitting next to his alarm clock on the oak nightstand. It was a picture of him and his younger brother. Hiroki had only been older by three minutes, but he always took the opportunity to remind his twin… when he had been alive. The picture had been taken when they were in their last year of high school. They had been inseparable and the only way anyone could tell them apart that didn’t know them well was by their hair color. Hiroki had had red short hair at the time and Genji had their natural black hair color.
Hiroki let out a small sigh before he tipped the picture forward so he couldn’t see it. He had no desire to think back on that terrible day. He threw his covers off of him and pulled on a pair of track pants he found on the floor. He might have had a terrible dream, but he didn’t forget that he had left Yuuki asleep on the couch when he had went to bed the night before. If he knew anything about the shy drummer it was that she wouldn’t appreciate him walking around in the nude, even if it was his own apartment. When he had gotten his own place he started sleeping in the nude, figuring that there was no reason not to. It was so much more comfortable.
He didn’t have to worry about binding fabrics, plus it was so… airy. When he made his way into to the living room he found the couch empty and the blanket she had used folded neatly with a note on top of it. As he reached down to pick up the note he could not fathom how the girl was able to keep her secret from the rest of them. She was too much of a girl. Guys never folded blankets and left a note. They just left the blanket in a heap at the foot of the couch. It had the simple word ‘thanks’ written on it in her feminine handwriting and he smiled to himself. He should have known she would be gone first thing in the morning.
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Tyler walked aimlessly down the long, barren hallway. Her mind was still on what happened the night before … what she had done with Kame. A blush crept onto her face as she bit at her lip. Tyler was too distracted by her thoughts of the night before that she failed to notice a small door to her left open. She didn’t notice until she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled roughly into a small janitor closet. Slight panic filled her until she noticed who it was.
He was looking at her with a hungry look in his dark brown eyes. His black hair was slightly disheveled. But there was a sly smirk on his face. Tyler knew she should have walked out of the closet, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. He looked like he needed it and she simply wanted it. He didn’t say anything as he pushed her against the wall of shelves, capturing her gasp with his mouth. Tyler clung to him tightly, altogether forgetting the dangers of the situation as he continued to kiss her deeply.
When he pulled away, his large hands went to her black pants, unbuttoning them expertly and letting them fall to the ground. He turned her around so she was facing the wall, her small hands grasping onto the edge of one of the shelves.
“You know we shouldn’t be doing this,” Tyler gasped as one of his hands lowered her panties. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he answered.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked as his hands continued to roam her body. Tyler just shook her head no and when he entered her suddenly as gasp of surprise and pleasure escaped her lips.
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Sho walked aimlessly down the long hallway, his hands shoved deep into the front pockets of his blue jeans. His red eyes were downcast, glued to his blue and white checkered slip-on vans. He had found himself doing that a lot lately, walking aimlessly and looking down at his shoes. He did it most often when Tyler wasn’t around. At first he didn’t mind that she called him her wingman, he actually thought it was funny, but now it was just starting to annoy him.
Wingman… what a terrible word.
As he walked past a closet he heard a slight moan and then quick gasping. Sho’s feet stopped and his red eyes went from his shoes to the door the sound was coming from. It was typical, a lot of the guys brought girls to that closet when they couldn’t wait to get home, one in particular. To him, the hallway was just a place he went when he needed to think, but at the moment the noise coming from the closet was too much of a distraction for him to think about anything. A feminine giggle came from the closed door and Sho sighed. He couldn’t stand it anymore, he knew it was Kame. Kame was the person that seemed to use the closet the most.
His hand jutted out and reached for the doorknob, the cold of the knob sending an ignored warning to his brain. When he pulled the door opened, Kame pulled a sheet down and put it over the girls head, stopping his other movement. The girls back was to him, her pants around her ankles. Kame looked over his shoulder and at Sho, a tiny smirk on his lips.
“Do you always have to do this dude?” Sho asked, not embarrassed at all by the situation.
Kame just shrugged his shoulders, his hands resting on the small of the girls back. He acted like being caught in the act was an everyday occurrence, but the girl was stiff and clinging to a shelf with a white knuckle grip. Sho went to say more, but his voice caught in his throat when the girl turned her head slightly, her blue eyes peering out at him from the white sheet.
He knew those eyes, almost better then he knew his own.
Sho’s grip on the doorknob tightened and he could feel anger growing in him at a rapid rate. He would have sworn that he was seeing red. God did he want to…
“Do you mind Sho I was kind of in the middle of something,” Kame said as he grabbed Tyler’s exposed hips tightly.
“Ffff…” Sho said, looking at Tyler one last time.
He locked eyes with her and hers fell to the ground. He knew it was her and it was evident that she had realized that by the way her face went out of view. Sho slammed the door and quickly headed down the hall, his feet heavy. He clenched his fists tightly and when he couldn’t take it anymore one of them went sailing into the wall, leaving a break in the drywall.
“Fuck!” Sho screamed at the top of his lungs before he stalked off, blood running to the tips of his fingers from a busted knuckle.
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Jude stood silently in front of the mirror, her stare locked on the orange eyes staring back at her. Her gaze dropped to the front of her black tank top and she frowned. It was flat, just like it had been for the last two years, like it would be for the rest of her life. There was no changing it. Her small hands went to where her breasts had once been and grabbed at the fabric of the shirt.
No matter how much she tried to be okay with it, it would always bother her.
A woman was supposed to feel like a woman… and she no longer felt like one.
But now, after last night as he carried her home on his back, something stirred in her that she never thought would stir again. Jude had promised herself that she never truly wanted to get close to another man again, but with him…
Akanishi Jin made her want to take that promise back.
The sound of the door clicking open made her drop her arms away from her chest and to her sides. Her orange gaze looked over to the person in the doorway and she smiled weakly at him. He gave her a small wave and smiled back at her. He had no idea that she was a girl and she found it painful.
“Thanks for last night,” Jude said, her voice raspy as it always was. He scratched at the back of his head and let out a small chuckle.
“No problem, what are friends for right,” He replied.
Jude just shook her head before she walked passed him and out the door. She exhaled, not realizing that she had been holding her breath. She staggered down the hallway trying to clear her head. She didn’t want to have feelings for him, for any man for that matter. She didn’t feel deserving of a man’s touch. She was no longer a woman. The sound of shuffling feet brought her gaze up and to the eyes of Miyavi. He was staring at her, one of his eyebrows raised at her.
“Are you okay?” He asked her.
Jude pushed herself off the wall she had been leaning against and cleared her throat and plastering a lazy smile on her face.
“Yeah man… no worries,” Jude said before smacking him on the shoulder and walking past him. She didn’t let her gaze fall, but she just kept thinking about that promise and about him…
She could never break that promise…
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Takeo stared at him from across the cafeteria. She had been trying to stay clear of him, thinking he would never come there because he usually didn’t, but of course the day she wanted to avoid him at all costs he shows up. He was sitting with one of the secretaries who was talking excitedly at his side. He didn’t seem to notice, his blue eyes off somewhere else and his fork just pushing a carrot around on his plate. The more she looked at him the more she knew she made a mistake with sleeping with him. He thought it was just some random chick, not realizing that it was her… his worst enemy.
When Miura looked up he locked eyes with Takeo he frowned, his eyes narrowing dangerously. What had she done to get that look? She watched as he excused himself and started walking over to her table. He was looking for a fight and there was no way she was going to back down even if she didn’t want to fight him. That’s when she noticed something in his hand, a magazine. When he got to her table he threw it down, quickly opening it to a certain page. It was the spread from the photo shoot, their picture specifically.
It was a picture of them leaning their foreheads together. Takeo has a look as if she is growling at him and Miura has a look of nothing but… want and despair all over his face. Takeo blinked rapidly as she looked away from the picture and back at the man himself. He still had that scowl at his face and when he pointed violently at her, she leaned away from him.
“Don’t fucking come near me ever again,” He said, his voice low and full of malice.
Takeo bristled as he began to walk away. She couldn’t control herself anymore as she stood from the table grabbing the magazine and throwing it, hitting him right in the back of the head. He stopped and looked back at her over his shoulder.
“You’re the one that always come to me, not the other way around! You want a fight you got one. Meet me at the park at seven and we’ll settle this once and for all!” Takeo screamed before she turned tail and stalked out of the cafeteria, leaving a fuming Miura frozen in his place.
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Yuuki stared at the woman sitting across the conference table from her. The woman was there to do an interview with her; she was from the magazine ‘Tarzan’. It was supposed to be an exclusive of all the drummers from Griffin records. Yuuki frowned when she thought of it. She had a subscription to that magazine and if she was supposed to be in it, it would only mean trouble for all of them. Yuuki watched as the woman fumbled with her papers and pencil. The woman’s black hair was back in a perfect ponytail, not a hair out of place. She was wearing a white blouse with a black pencil skirt. Her black high heels were tapping aggressively against the hardwood floor and Yuuki could feel her own anxiety growing.
She hated interviews.
Yuuki’s brown eyes looked down to the press pass around the woman’s neck that had a picture of her and her name: Kazunari Midori. The woman looked like a professional, but at the moment she was fidgeting like a little kid that was trying to hold their pee.
“Are you okay Mrs. Kazunari?” Yuuki finally asked her voice small. The reporter looked up and her dark eyes landed on Yuuki’s face, giving her a forced smile.
“Yes I’m fine, but please everyone does,” Midori said with nothing but professionalism. The woman cleared her throat before she finally became serious. Yuuki had an itch to pry and see what was wrong with the lady, but that wasn’t what they were there for. Yuuki was the one in the hot seat and she was going to hate every minute of it.
Yuuki answered the questions like she had in all her past interviews, they were always the same.
Where are you from?
When did you start playing drums?
Who is your musical influence?
How did you meet the others?
Blah, Blah, Blah…
“Besides the others in the band who are you closest with? There are reports that you spend have been seen with Hiroki Narimiya often. Does it concern you that others might take it the wrong way because he has admitted that he has had relations with the same sex in his earlier years?” Midori asked, one of her perfect eyes arching as she waited for an answer.
Yuuki stumbled for what to say. She had heard about Hiroki and another guy, but now this woman was accusing her and Hiroki… together. It wasn’t like she never thought about it, but there was no way she could admit that in an interview. It would make her seem gay. It frustrated her that it was actually normal for her to like guys… but now she was one and Yuuki constantly had to remind herself of the fact.
“It’s nothing like that really,” Yuuki started, “were just friends. I guess we kind of have a brotherly thing going on you know.”
Midori nodded as she closed her notebook and shoved it into her black, leather briefcase. She stood from her seat and gave Yuuki a small bow, signaling that the interview was over.
“Thank you for your time Yuuki and I do apologize for earlier. I just found out that I’m going to be a mother… again,” Midori said with a tight smile.
“Well congratulations then Mrs. Kazunari,” Yuuki said as she stood. The woman smiled at her before she finally exited the room, leaving Yuuki alone.
Yuuki fell back into the chair as she let out a sigh, running her fingers through her blond hair.
She really hated interviews.
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Keito watched as he entered the small break room, trying to stay where he couldn’t spot her. It had been weeks since the incident and she was getting tired of his behavior. It was just a kiss and the boy needed to get over it. As much as she wanted to take Junno’s advice and tell him she was a girl, she couldn’t. There was no way she could risk everything over something so minor.
When the door shut behind him she walked briskly from her hiding place and to the door. When she reached the door she threw it opened and shut it behind her, quickly locking it. When she turned Aiba was looking at her with a look of discomfort clearly on his face. That face was exactly the reason she knew she had to confront him.
“Look get over what happened okay, it was weeks ago and I’m over it. You can be mature about this okay. We were drunk and it meant nothing okay. Just get over it already, you’re making everything uncomfortable and if you keep acting like this people are going to start thinking something happened. I won’t say anything okay… so just get over it,” Keito said quickly. When she finished she looked up to see Aiba staring at her with wide eyes, his red hair standing wildly all over his head. He shook his head at her as he ran his hand through his hair, letting out a sigh.
“Okay,” He said simply, forcing an awkward smile onto his face. Things were never going to be the same between them and she wanted to say that it bothered her, but for some reason it didn’t. It was clear that he was not going to get over it and continue to be weird. She didn’t like people like that. Keito did feel better about one thing… she had tried to make it better, now it was just up to him.
“Okay,” Keito said before she turned and left the room just as quickly as she had entered it.
Keito walked down the hall, scuffing her brown hiking boots against the carpeted hallway not bothering to look where she was going. She felt a hand stop her at the shoulder and she looked up, her mismatched eyes landing on a face that was becoming more and more familiar since the photo shoot.
“Hey Shun,” Keito said with a small smile as he looked down at her. His mouth twitched slightly as he motioned to the room she had just exited with his head.
“Did you get in a fight or something? I heard loud voices.”
“A falling out I guess,” Keito said, her brow rising in alarm as she realized what he said. “You didn’t hear what was being said did you?”
“No, but…” Shun started, but he was cut off by the sound of thundering feet. When they both looked toward the noise they saw Takeo marching toward them with an angry look on her face.
“What’s going on?” Keito asked, her voice willowy once again.
“Miura and I are finally going to duke it out,” Takeo said, her voice dangerously low.
“You got to be kidding me,” Keito frowned as she looked at her friend.
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Author's note: okay i know im taking forever but i hope you like the update anyway. im going to be doing one shots so go to TSOOP to get the information on that if you want a one shot. the only one who wants one so far is Christine and we all know that she wants Yamapi bad!!!!
Here's the link to that:
http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/EqualParts/
I wont be finishing that fic by the way so go to the link above for the reasoning... thats why im doing the one shots.
Oh and about the one shots it can be a character from a show, movie or anime. I'll admit that i have a major crush on Kakashi and Shikamaru from Naruto... oh and NODA from Gokusen (Hiroki Narimiya) so thats it. Hope you enjoyed and if you want more than one one shot tell me and they can be rated too.