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Tags: fanwork: fanfic matsumoto jun ikuta toma oguri shun
Published : 8 months, 2 weeks ago (Mon, 27 Oct 2008 09:12:30 PDT)
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“Why did you tell me to come if you’re going out?”
Matsumoto didn’t look very happy waiting for Ikuta, who was in his bathroom changing clothes while his friend was waiting for him in the room.
“Honestly, you and I are the most stylish people within JE’s, don’t you think? Just needed your opinion”.
Ikuta had a strong ironic tone in his voice and it was obvious he was laughing inside the bathroom. Matsumoto, who had already started getting angry, was thinking in the best way to kill that stupid moron, when he came into the room, dressing up like a prince – at the purest Domyouji style.
Matsumoto was astonished. Mouth wide open, eyes wide open, speechles, Matsumoto was staring at Ikuta intensively.
“Oi~ Come on, don’t stare at me and say something. Oh, ok~ Don’t say I don’t look as good as you, but do I at least look any good?”
Matsumoto instinctively walked and got closer to Ikuta, without giving any sign of being listening – or even thinking. However, the strong smell of Ikuta’s parfum woke him up.
“What the hell is that?”
“Nani? Oh, my new parfum? It’s Yves Saint Laurent’s Jazz, you like it?”
“Ok, get a little further... There. Now,...” Matsumoto smelled the air, “yeah, I liked it, but, why do you have to put so much on, damn it?”
“Sorry, I was putting my trousers on and the parfum was close to me and, well, it spilt a bit”.
Matsumoto blushed. He suddenly imagined Ikuta getting dressed. What was wrong with him? He didn’t know at all. But all the situation was starting to frighten him.
“Then, what do you think?”
“Yeah, you look almost as good as I usually look”.
Ikuta smiled. He knew that was a lot coming from Matsumoto’s mouth.
“And where are you going?” Matsumoto was controlling himself not to ask, but he finally asked.
Ikuta smiled triumphant. He didn’t know exactly why, but somehow, he was waiting for his friend to make that question. The reason? To answer this:
“I’m going out with... A friend”.
Ikuta’s voice was cheeky and funny. Matsumoto couldn’t help, but replying:
“Who?”
“Hi-mit-su”.
“A date, hu?”
“Deito ka? Hahahahaha. Somehow, you sound, you know...”
“What?” Matsumoto knew what Ikuta was about to say, but he wanted to know whether he dared to say it.
“Jealous”.
Ikuta said it. He actually said it! Matsumoto was about to kill him again, but before he could think in a good way to get rid of him, Ikuta got closer, took his shoulder and put his mouth near Matsumoto’s ear:
“Don’t worry. You know I love you, ne?”
Matsumoto blushed. Ikuta laughed out loud.
“Asshole”
“Yeah, I know” Ikuta was still laughing.
“Anyway, say whatever you wish to say, dear. I know you DO need me”.
The roles inverted. Matsumoto seemed so self-assured and Ikuta became all shy all of a sudden.
“Nani kore, omae?~” were the only words which came out from the owner of the house they were in, all alone.
“What you heard. Are you gonna deny that you need me?” Matsumoto got closer to Ikuta’s ear, “... are you, Toma?”
Matsumoto didn’t move. His eyes were full of confidence. Ikuta, who was really self-confident himself, always found that selfish sight the hottest expression on his friend’s face.
“So, Toma? Deny it. Say you don’t need-...”
Ikuta couldn’t help but turning around and shut Matsumoto up with his lips. At first, Matsumoto’s reaction was to move away. Ikuta looked as surprised as him and blushed. How cute Toma looks when he is blushing... Matsumoto opened his eyes widely, like trying to remove that thought from his mind, but Ikuta opened his mouth to say something, and how beautiful Toma’s lips are, aren’t they? Matsumoto shook his head, what was he thinking? Ikuta tried to say how sorry he was, but no words came out from his mouth once he saw his friend’s face. Probably, Jun was hating him. How disgusting was what he did. He blushed again and looked down...
“What am I doing?”
Matsumoto scarcely had air enough to say those words, once he was kissing Ikuta back. He had taken Ikuta’s head, looked into his eyes, and kissed him deeply.
“What am I doing, Toma?” Matsumoto repeated.
Ikuta blushed more. Why was he blushing? He was not the type to blush all those times within a minute, was he?
“I shouldn’t be doing this...”
Matsumoto put his hands on Ikuta’s waist and pressed it furiously. Ikuta put his arms on Matsumoto’s shoulders and caressed his hair with his hands. How nice, the feeling of such a spontaneous kiss... Such an endless feeling...
... Which ended with the sound of a cell phone...
Ikuta’s mobile stopped the kiss noisily. Matsumoto and he moved away from each other quickly, as if someone was looking at them through the cellphone. They both were blushing and trying to avoid one another’s eyes. Neither the one or the other knew why they did what they did, but they both knew that shouldn’t happen again. In fact, they were sure that was not going to happen again.
The first to recover composure was Matsumoto.
“Pick up the phone. It must be your friend, asking why you’re late”.
“Late? What’s the time?” Ikuta looked his watch and cursed. He picked the phone. “Yes. Yeah, I’m on my way there. Sorry... Yeah, no, I mean, there’s nothing going on. Yes, you’re right I hate to be late, but there’s always...” Ikuta looked at Matsumoto “... a first time.” He looked away on the very moment. “I’ll be there in ten minutes”.
Matsumoto heard those words and went out the room. He took his stuff and turned around just on time to see Ikuta through the door’s frame, smiling at the phone. He felt lonely. And he hated that feeling. He wasn’t going to go home alone. Matsumoto left the house and Ikuta was just able to listen to the door closing noisily.
“Something wrong?” Shun Oguri, who was the one at the other side of Ikuta’s mobile, had heard the slam.
“No...” Ikuta’s voice lowered a bit. “Nothing. I’ll be right there.”
*************
Matsumoto got in his car and drove it off. He was driving at 60 km/hr, 80 km/hr, 100 km/hr...
“Damned Toma... What were you thinking... Kissing me... Like that?”
Ikuta was fullfilling Matsumoto’s thoughts. He was driving at 120 km/hr when a red light stopped him.
“Fucking Toma... What was I thinking? Why did I let him kiss me, hu? Am I idiot?? Why did I... kiss him...? Shit!” He hit the manuveur unconsciously and the horn made him jump. “Shit...”
Green light. Matsumoto started driving again while thinking who would share a couple of drinks with him if called out of the blue. He took his I-phone and talked to it:
“Oguri Shun”.
*************
“Sorry. I’m late”.
“Yes, you are.”
Oguri stood up to receive his friend politely. After they both were sitting he said:
“It’s rare for you to be late. Are you sure you’re ok?”
Ikuta still had the feeling of Matsumoto’s lips on his.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Did you order?”
“Of course not. I was waiting for you” They both took the menus. “Jun called me a few minutes ago...”
Ikuta looked at Oguri and then, tried to hide his surprise behind the glass of water, drinking.
“He wanted to go drinking, but I told him I was gonna meet you. Coincidentally, he said he was on his way off your house”.
Ikuta spilt out the water he was drinking. Why the hell did he kiss Jun, hu?
“Oh, yes? I see. Yes, he went home to give me some advice on clothes”.
Ikuta tried to focus on everything which happened before that stupid kiss.
“Jun is always so into fashion, ne? I remember the so called prince wasting a lot of time getting ready for filming”.
Oguri seemed to soften his face when talking about Matsumoto. This made Ikuta feel strange. He felt like showing off his friendship with Matsumoto.
“Jun has always been the prince type in all ways. That’s kind of his trademark, you know. And we all are used to him being that way”.
“I didn’t mean to criticise Jun” Oguri guessed a little over-protective tone on Ikuta’s voice. “I just said what I used to see when filming Hanadan. Even in Las Vegas he was the most stylish person all over the place”.
“I can figure that out”.
Since Ikuta’s voice didn’t change at all, Oguri felt a bit uncomfortable. He was not the type to be impulsive, but, why did Toma seem to be somewhere else instead being with him? The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Above all, his companion was only paying attention to the menu, without sliding a little sight on him.
“Let’s go”
Oguri stood up and put the menu on the table with such a strong movement that the table swayed. Ikuta looked at him in surprise and since his friend had already started walking towards the door, he had no choice but to follow him, excusing themselves to the waitress and people who were looking at the scene.
Once they were out, Ikuta scolded Oguri.
“What the hell are you thinking, you moron? There were people eating inside, having a good time, and you start shouting and...”
“I wasn’t shouting!”
“You were! What’s going on with you, man?”
“Did you come by car or taxi?”
“What?!... Taxi. Why are you~?”
Oguri made a call which was unaudible to Ikuta. What was Shun thinking? That was the first time Ikuta saw him acting so childishly.
“Someone is coming to pick you up. Ja” Oguri said that and left.
Ikuta couldn’t believe his ears and eyes. That was the last thing he imagined Oguri would do. Maybe he had a fight with Yu or he was having problems at home. Whatever the reason, Shun’s behaviour was unacceptable. Ikuta took his cellphone and tried to get Oguri, but he had already turned his mobile off.
“The hell with him”.
Ikuta didn’t wait. He just started walking. The night was clear since there was such a beutiful full moon in the sky. He lit a cigarrette.
“I didn’t say thanks to Jun...”
*************
“I can’t believe Toma was going out with Shun...”
Matsumoto was talking to the air, drinking some Kunstmann he had bought at some convenience store.
“Why did I have to call Shun? Why didn’t I choose someone else? Now, that fucking moron knows I was desperate...”
Matsumoto’s cellphone rang just on time to stop him to open the second can.
“The king talking. Who is it? Oh, Shun... Shun!” Matsumoto woke up from the lethargic state he was in. “Weren’t you with Toma? Eh, a problem? Pick you up? Do you think I’m a taxi driver or what??... Yeah, I know what I said, but that was BE-FORE, now I don’t wanna drink with ya... I’m not drank, you bastard, I just had a can of beer, who do you think I am?... Swearing words? I just feel like swearing, have a problem with that?... Yeah, I know you don’t, buddie... Yeah... Yes, just a bad day. Where are you? Ok. I’ll be there in a few minutes, I’m quite close... Yeah, I know I’m a good person and stuff.. Fuck off”.
Having ended a second can of Kunstmann, Matsumoto headed to the restaurant Oguri had mentioned on their talk. He was really interested in listening to Oguri’s story about ‘the problem’ he and Toma had. Suddenly, a thought made Matsumoto smile gleefully: Toma had changed him for Shun, but Shun had changed Toma for him.
“Take that, you stupid running-crying baby”.
When he arrived at the so called restaurant, Matsumoto found out Oguri wasn’t waiting for him. Actually, nobody was waiting for him.
“Fuck me up! Where is Shun now?”
Matsumoto kept on driving while taking the I-phone. The call was coming in when he saw Ikuta smoking. He automatically hang up and stopped the car. He felt happy and hated to feel that way.
“What are you doing there, you~?
Matsumoto couldn’t finish his insult, because the man sitting in front of him interrupted him.
“The hell with you, Matsumoto, are you fucking following me?”
“What is it with that vulgar way of talking to the king, you piece of shit?”
“This is no Hanadan scenario, you asshole, so take your lines with ya, and fuck away”.
“Why? Wanna be alone? Shun stood you up?”
“Yeah, right. And Nino is not with Ohno right now, and Sakurai isn’t with Aiba, you abandoned Arashi”.
Matsumoto just hushed and looked at Ikuta with serious anger. Then, he said:
“You are the one who didn’t make it in, you moron”.
Matsumoto regretted his words right away. Ikuta just looked at him, without changing the passive expression of his face. Matsumoto’s face showed how repentant he was, but the words ‘I’m sorry’ wouldn’t come out his mouth in front of Ikuta.
“What’s the problem with you? Come on and kick my ass, say something, damn it!”
“To make you feel better?”
Ikuta’s words were to Matsumoto like a cold, cold ice going down his back. But the ice melted when Ikuta added:
“I know you didn’t mean it. And also, I got over debuting long ago. You should know that”.
Matsumoto could have easily fallen for Ikuta for once and for ever after seing such a mature, calm and, therefore, sexy expression on Ikuta’s face.
“I know” were the only words Matsumoto could reply.
Ikuta lit another cigarrette while Matsumoto went and took some beer from his car.
“How many cans do you have there?”
Ikuta laughed frankly as he usually did and that laughter made Matsumoto to feel so peaceful and happy that he got scared.
“Dunno. I don’t really remember now...”
“Soka”.
“Toma...”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry”
Ikuta felt how his heart shrank inside his chest. He breathe in deeply to say:
“It’s ok. I told you, I got over it long ago, so don’t worry anymore”.
“You are so into acting now, ne?”.
“Yes. I haven’t filmed movies as you have though...”
Matsumoto felt happy to be praised –even though joking- by Ikuta.
“Yes, you know, I’m so fucking good at everything”
“Yeah...” Ikuta remembered the kiss and blushed once more.
“Hu? Are you ok? The beer is no THAT strong, is it?”
“No, it’s not. But we rather go home, before getting drunk, ne?”
“Don’t wanna go home. Let’s go party”.
“Don’t feel like. It’s been already a bad night. Let’s go to my house”.
Ikuta surprised even himself when saying that. Matsumoto, though surprised, accepted right away. They didn't talk during their way to Ikuta's. The house was actually just like they left it: all alone.
“Where are your parents?”
“Hokkaido”.
“Soka... And Ryusei?”
“At a friend’s”
“Home alone, ne? That’s great, I can talk loudly that way”.
Ikuta felt excited, but worried at the same time. Weren’t they gonna talk about what happened? He was really worried about that topic, but his thoughts were interrupted by the bell. The two friends looked at each other. Who could have been at that time of the night?
“Hello. Do I disturb you, guys?”
Oguri was there at the door, smiling so cheerfully, Ikuta hardly could say a word to complain about letting him alone at the restaurant.
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To Be Continued
Copyright © 2008 Anjin Ikuta ~ To my friend Arashiko ^^
I have no relation to Johnny's Entertainment or Tristone & everyword is fake.
This Fan Fiction is no related to The Beatles ~ I'm only using their songs' names in titles.
Thanks for reading. Comments rock ^^
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