: Song Challenge; Second RoundGroup:
Kanjani8, NEWS, U-Kiss, RainPairing:
No beta, some drabbles are only loosely connected to the song, the last one has no connection whatsoever. One of them contains implied character death. Another one has non-con.Summary:
More song-inspired challenges.N/A:
chose the pairings for me and the songs were selected on shuffle. These were seriously difficult to write, I kid you not.Deai no Chikara
, by AAA
Alexander/Kibum (U-Kiss). G. AU.
Fate is something doubtful. Does it exist? Is it right? Should people just bow their heads to it?
Alexander thinks it exists and it is a lovely thing that traces dubious patterns which always end up working for the best.
Kibum prefers to believe it’s not real.
They saw each other for the first time in a crowded subway. Kibum was reading a book on a seat and Alexander was standing beside him, headphones on. They had stayed that way for forty six minutes and three seconds – Kibum waiting to get to college, Alexander thinking about how much he wanted to skip work.
It was when the subway started slowing down, near its next stop. Kibum knew by heart it was the station in which he left off and started shoving the book into his black back, throwing it over his shoulder. He got on his feet quickly and bumped his head on Alexander’s elbow. They both winced and whined, turning around to shoot dirty looks at each other.
And their eyes met.
It was uncalculated and completely unlikely
, but the world stopped when Kibum stepped back in order not to fall and just couldn’t look away. Alexander felt his heartbeat’s pace fastening and gazed at that nameless boy for those precious seventeen seconds. The crowd moved and pulled Kibum along and he could only mumble, completely bewildered, as the mass of bodies carried him out of the train. Alexander tried speaking something, saying something, but nothing came to mind.
“Alexander,” he said stupidly, pointing to himself. He wasn’t sure if the boy had listened to it, or had understood it at all because the doors were closing again and he was outside.
Life didn’t even have the courtesy of giving them more time to just stare at each other, like in those movies, and the subway immediately dashed away.
It takes both of them months to forget about that.
Alexander was on his way to meet his fiancée when he walked past a familiar face. He couldn’t stop himself, running back and reaching for the men’s shoulder – it’s him
, that thought flashed through both of their minds.
They took their time looking at each other, recalling that day, seeing just how much those six years had affected their faces. It was funny how they could tell how much they had changed after only seeing each other once. Suddenly, Alexander remembered – would the boy be able to say his name after such a long time?
“Alexander,” Kibum said with a nervous, shaky smile. It was the first time Alexander heard his voice.
Alexander still says it was written in the stars. Kibum doesn’t agree, but thinks he knew, even from that fleeting moment in the subway, that their futures were irrevocably connected.Eyes Open
, by The Gossip
Dongho/Kiseop (U-Kiss). PG-13.
Dongho isn’t one to please. He knows, he never tried to pretend it was any different. He doesn’t care all that much if he bothers, if he offends. He just cares about being himself.
Kiseop thinks he only cares about himself.
Dongho likes Kiseop and thinks just saying that is enough. “I like you a lot,” he says half-heartedly while looking elsewhere. He doesn’t look at Kiseop’s pointed glare or at Kiseop’s annoyed face.
Kiseop just wants to be loved, for once.
Dongho knows his harsh words aren’t music to Kiseop’s ears and he’s so very sorry, but he’s not going to change. Life’s too short for him to live it like somebody else wants him to. So he steps on Kiseop’s heart again and again, rubs the soles of his shoes against the carpet with a click of tongue and then goes buy some gum.
Kiseop tries to find all the pieces of his heart, tries to mend it back in place. But each time Dongho destroys it, he feels like he missed a part somewhere under the couch.
Dongho kisses Kiseop on the lips languidly, carelessly. He doesn’t notice the response gets less heated, less passionate as days go by. He’s too busy trying to make his career, he thinks Kiseop understands.
“I’m sick of you,” Kiseop tells Dongho one day. Dongho never saw that coming and therefore eyes him in surprise, asks what he is talking about. “I’m sick of it all. I don’t need this and you don’t need me.”
Dongho asks himself if Kiseop’s right when the boy closes the door behind him. The problem is he was too blind before to even see truth now.
From then on, he keeps his eyes open. But maybe now that is of no use.O-Town Bandits
, by DOBERMANN INC.
Hina/Tacchon (Kanjani8). R. AU.
Ohkura scrunches his nose up in annoyance when the smoke reaches his nostrils. “You really should stop smoking. It’ll kill you someday.”
Murakami chuckles and lets his cigarette linger on his lips as he bangs the officer’s head against the patrol car’s door for the last time. The man stops grunting, his now lifeless body slouching ungracefully on the ground. The wound in his head is obvious and widens when it hits the asphalt. Murakami takes the gun from his pocket, inspects it with an approving hum. He likes to collect guns from policemen he killed. Ohkura always thought it was stupid, vain habit. Murakami always retorts by pointing out that Ohkura isn’t one to talk about vanity.
“Did Yoko say something about evidence?” Murakami asks, lips moving limitedly as they still held the cigarette. Ohkura unfolds his arms – he had only watched comfortably as Murakami beat the man to death. Neither of them complained, Ohkura doesn’t like to do the heavy work while Murakami couldn’t live without kicking some ass.
“He said, ‘burn everything down’,” the man informs, scratching his neck.
Murakami sneers, “Subaru isn’t going to love this.” Ohkura agrees, Subaru isn’t fond of the idea of attracting attention. But well, they have to execute the orders. Subaru could bitch all he wanted afterwards.
Lazily walking to their own car to get the gasoline, Ohkura takes slow, stretched steps and uncaps the can, carelessly pouring the content into the car and onto the corpse of the cop. “Would you please step away with that thing in your mouth?” he whines and Murakami laughs while stepping back, raising his hands mockingly. The former man grunts and ignores him, finishing the can on the corpse, careful to leave a trail to be lit up.
They walk away, side by side without glancing at each other, and turn around after a somewhat safe distance is kept. “Wanna bet I’ll get it right on my first attempt?” Murakami asks with a half smile.
“No,” Ohkura answers monotonously. The other man just laughs, Ohkura is that way. He intakes the last drawl of smoke, almost savoring the nicotine tickling his trachea, and grabs the cigarette from his lips. He throws it in the direction of the trail and celebrates when it lands right on spot. Ohkura rolls his eyes and starts walking back, towards the car, soon followed by the other man.
They are opening the doors when the explosion finally happens. Ohkura still startles, still winces. Murakami doesn’t. They enter the car and Ohkura watches the flames destroying what once had been a unscrupulous, corrupt man. Murakami starts the engine and drives off absent-mindedly, but Ohkura sees the frown on his face. The excitement of blowing things up wears off after the fourth time you do it and start imagine if there wasn’t a simpler way of solving everything.
Murakami reaches for the stick and Ohkura lays a hand over his. Hina eyes Tacchon, Tacchon keeps looking straight. They smile at the same time, and Hina’s foot presses the accelerator a little harder.
Leaving flames behind them, heading towards the dark Osaka nights. Sometimes, it feels wrong.
But sometimes, it feels like that city is right under their hands.Rusty Halo
, by The Script
Yoko/Maru (Kanjani8). G.
Maru informs Yoko he’s a fallen angel. It takes Yoko seven seconds to stop blinking weirdly at him and finally say something, “quit saying rubbish.” And he chuckles. Maru simply smiles at him like he always does when he wants to imply Yoko doesn’t see things the way he does.
They are drinking at a bar and Maru says he’s running away. Yoko giggles, kind of high on alcohol, “where to?”
Maru shrugs, “I’m just running away.”
“You’re weird,” Yoko giggles again. Maru smiles and nods, he knows.
Yoko dreams of Maru running in the middle of nothing. He looks lost and out of place, and he’s trying to keep distance from something horrible, something Yoko can’t see, only feel. His hands unconsciously grip the blankets while he screams for Maru to fly, fly, damn it
. When Maru spreads his winds, they’re broken and grazing against the ground as he runs. Yoko only has time to see the dungy halo falling behind him before he wakes up, drenched in cold sweat. He only stops shaking after he downs sleeping pills.
Maru’s fingers gently slide through his hair strands. Yoko has his eyelids closed and wonders if Maru was serious that day.
“I wish I could guard you, Yokocho,” the younger man says softly and he stops playing with Yoko’s hair. “But I can’t even look for myself.”
Yoko slowly opens his eyes and sees Maru buffing a golden rim, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He laces his fingers around Maru’s arm. It takes him a few moments until he realizes what Maru’s running away from.
He’s too selfish to hope Maru finds his way, so he just tugs at the man’s arm and waits until the halo falls on the carpet, rusty and scratched.truth
, by Arashi
Eli/Rain (U-Kiss; JYPE). R. AU.
Rain is the sad king of Nothing. His castle lays forgotten on a distant mountain, in the dark lands of Nowhere. Every day he dresses in black, sits on his golden throne and waits.
He leisurely animates objects to serve him. Wooden cabinets, porcelain china, silver cutlery. They chirp and walk around the castle. It amuses him minimally, though he never smiles. His servants had never seen their master smile. Poor sad king Rain.
One day, he decides to leave the castle. Agitated toys, bouncing colorful dots amidst the dark room, gather around him, inquiring where is going. He drops his crown and puts on a top hat, saying he’ll come back soon and leaving the question unanswered.
Rain finds Eli in the woods, cutting down a tree. He admires that boy’s figure as he violently hits the tree, heavy blow after heavy blow, and something about the raw scent he emanates catches the king’s attention.
“Good afternoon,” he says smoothly, startling the young lumberjack. The boy sways his ax in his direction and Rain tips his head to a side. “I do not intend on hurting you. It would be, in fact, much more likely that you caused some damage on my thorax with that toy.”
Suspiciously eyeing him, Eli slowly lowers the tool but never lets go of it. “What do you want?”
Rain simply walks to him mumbling foreign words, making him wield the ax once again. The object, however, wiggles out of his hands and throws itself into a tree, getting firmly stuck in its stem. Eli gapes, completely astonished, while Rain intones new enchants. Everything fades to black and Rain hums contently behind his sad lips.
Eli wakes up with the feeling of something tickling his jaw, slowly opening his eyes to see that quirky man from the woods caressing his face. His eyes are sharp and dark and make Eli flinch. It’s cold but he can feel sweat drops running down his nape. Where is he?
He tries moving, but something twists itself around his arms and he realizes he’s on a bed. The sheets tightly tie themselves around his wrists. He’s confused and lost and only stares as they spin and curl and hurt
. That man simply eyes him contort in pain, something about the way he seems satisfied with his winces makes Eli whimper.
Rain decides he enjoys Eli voice better when it’s stricken with fear.
“I like you,” the man whispers thoughtfully, fingertips tracing patterns on Eli’s moist chest. Only then does Eli notice his shirt had been ripped open. A pillow slowly approaches the man, taps his shoulders softly and Eli can’t quite believe what he sees. The man shoos the pillow away, throwing it on the floor.
“I want to keep you,” he says, finding the way Eli’s breath quickens endlessly amusing. “You’ll be king Rain’s only real toy,” he concludes as he closed his eyes and smiled softly. That’s when Eli notices the crown atop his head. The objects around them suddenly jumped, bounced, king Rain was smiling
. The sheets twisted tighter around Eli’s wrists, eliciting pained groans. Rain chuckled and there was a general silent rejoice.
Rain mouths Eli’s chin, slowly sliding up until their lips met. He had his eyes closed while Eli’s were wide open, staring in despair. He licked Eli’s lower lip, nibbling it until he lazily fluttered his eyes open, amusedly watching Eli’s fear printed all over his face, and bit down. The inevitable objecting shout darts across the chilly room. He licks the blood that gushed out of the skin with a happy little hum.
Hands tied, Eli laid frozen as Rain’s hands touch, scratch, caress his chest. He can feel the king’s hot breath ghosting around the skin below his navel and closes his eyes numbly, only able to shed a thick tear as cold, cold hands abuse him.
And that’s how sad king Rain acquires the ability to smile. His servants are satisfied to see the soft expressions on his face and contently torture the boy every night. King Rain enjoys hearing Eli’s cries and groans and pleas.
He laughs and welcomes the boy to Nowhere.Kick
, by Maruyama Ryuhei (Kanjani8)
Kibum/Kiseop (U-Kiss). G. AU.
It seemed like everyone just gave up on everything. They just let their lives take shapes they never wanted them to simply because resisting was too hard. “You just have to accept what you’re given,” was what they liked to say to convince themselves they weren’t being lazy pushovers. Conformation and denial of dreams were what the world was full of, and everyone expected other people to simply bend down to that rule.
Kiseop spent his entire life thinking that way. If he was pushed during break time at school, he just shrugged it off. If his friend had turned down on him because of a girlfriend, he just left it at that with a sad chuckle. If his parents wanted him to become a lawyer, he might just become one.
There was no reason in fighting, anyone who tried was just pushed mercilessly down. He had never thought of looking for happiness, only comfort.
Until he met Kibum. He had arrived late for school and was just promenading carelessly around the nearby park when a ball hit his head. He looked back and saw a boy with sharp eyes walking to him, apologizing.
“It was nothing,” Kiseop said with a smile and the boy stopped on his tracks.
“What do you mean, it was nothing?” he asked with a frown. Kiseop felt a little confused.
“… it was just an accident,” he says slowly, smile fading a little as he eyed the odd boy with a questioning face.
“But I hit you,” the boy was using the same expression.
They remain silent for a second or two, a beat in which Kiseop felt like he couldn’t understand what was going on.
“What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t want you to say anything, but I’m sure you have something to say.”
“Sorry, but I don’t-”
He stopped midsentence when the ball hit him hard, straight in face. He yelped, leading a hand to his injured nose, shooting the boy a dirty look.
“Listen, I don’t know what your problem is, but I don’t want to get into a fight just because you’re being stupid.”
The boy actually seemed satisfied with his sudden hostility. “It was just an accident.”
Kiseop was baffled. He felt the anger in him raise with each second, with each millimeter the boy’s smug smile widened.
“It was not
an accident, you bastard.”
Laughing a little, the boy pretended to be surprised. Kiseop couldn’t quite help himself when all he did was move forward and punch the intruding boy’s nose, giving him a similar wound to reflect upon. The boy didn’t simply accept it and fought back. Kiseop also responded, punching and defending himself from the kicks. It was the first fight he’d ever got himself into.
They only stopped because they were both laughing too hard to keep their posture. Ungracefully falling on the ground, they laughed their hearts out, pointing at each other’s injuries and almost rolling on the floor. Kiseop didn’t understand what was so funny about that, why he felt so good when his face was half destroyed and it would take him some days until he could walk normally again, but he felt that was one of the greatest moments of his existence.
“You’re not half bad, for a passive pussy,” the boy said with an indulgent smile after they stopped laughing.
“You’re not so impolite, for a jerk,” Kiseop heard himself say and didn’t quite believe it at first, but liked how it sounded in his voice.
It was the first time Kiseop didn’t feel content with everything. Surprisingly, it was also the first time he felt incredibly satisfied.GHOST
, by BEAT CRUSADERS
Alexander/Soohyun (U-Kiss). G. AU.
Soohyun and Alexander made their own world. They built it up, thought it out and called it theirs. Alexander painted it with all the colors he thought of and Soohyun invented the sweetest melodies to fill it with. They looked back at their work and decided it was good enough for them to live in.
They created each and every rule so they could break them. It was fine, they could remake everything until it was alright again.
Soohyun loved its wide ocean, while Alexander never got tired of the numerous city lights.
They held hands and walked down their streets, ruling everything they laid their eyes on. Soohyun had first kissed Alexander when the soft sea waves washed their feet. Alexander had confessed to Soohyun under a bright neon sign. It read, “you’re my favorite dream.” He remembered Soohyun had been giggling nonstop.
“You know,” Soohyun said, slumping tiredly across his bed. His mother shouted something by the door of his room, hitting it a few times. “Any day I’m gonna run away from here and move into our world permanently.”
Alexander laughed and lied down beside him, curling against his side and hugging his chest dearly. “It would be nice,” he says calmly over Soohyun’s mother shrieks, toying with the charm of Soohyun’s necklace.
“It’s going to be
nice, I’ll do it,” the younger boy insisted in a petulant, firm voice. He squeezed Alexander’s waist for emphasis. “You just watch me.”
He saw Alexander smile as their noses touched and they just eyed each other.
“Soohyun, please,” his mother persisted, the sounds of her palm hitting the door weakly still loud enough to be heard.
“I would come with you,” Alexander mumbled after a while. “But nothing of it is real.”
Soohyun frowned and closed his eyes. He rolled on his stomach, burying his face on the white pillow. His mother still called for him weakly. He thought of being with Alexander again, before that accident, before the sleepless nights in the hospital, before the hopeless prayers. He just wanted it all back so bad
It would be nice, but nothing of it was real.Aisuru Hito
, by THYME
Ryo/Kusano (NEWS/Kanjani8; Johnny’s Jr.). G.
Kusano didn’t think he could hang out with Ryo for any longer without getting that out of his chest. It consumed him, bothered him in every way. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel apprehensive, scared of the response. All that stupidity you should never feel after you graduated high school.
Ryo liked to shop at Shibuya past midnight. Kusano thought it was a very random thing to do, but followed the man anyway. Ryo had a hat pulled over his eyes and a white mask on his face. Sort of because he was foreseeing a cold, sort of because he was sick of being recognized. Kusano had nothing. He wasn’t recognized all that much anymore.
Pushing Kusano’s shoulder, Ryo hurried to a window, mumbling something excitedly. Kusano didn’t understand very well, he doubted what Ryo spoke was Japanese at times. After gazing at the window which displays musical instruments and various accessories, Ryo decided to go in, while Kusano shook his head and said he’d wait outside.
Turned out Ryo was taking all too long to come out, making Kusano frown and glance at his watch, although he didn’t get really mad. It was all that stupid feeling’s fault.
He waited and waited, people looked at him leaning against the wall and walked past him. Tokyo was so crowded, he thought. Ryo was taking so long, he thought. Ryo had a nice smile.
He was almost sleeping on his feet when the man finally walked out of the store, three bags in his hands. Kusano pretended to be mad, but they just laughed it off.
They were walking and Kusano was pondering if he’d ever come to say it
. Suddenly Ryo reached for his hand and kept on walking, as if nothing was wrong. Kusano glanced at the linked hands, while Ryo pointed to another store. Maybe confessing wouldn’t be really necessary.
And Ryo walked into the said store, this time petulantly pulling his former bandmate along.A token of love
, by Suzuki Ami
Soohyun/Kevin (U-Kiss). G.
Nothing about Kevin and Soohyun is similar. Kevin likes blue and Soohyun likes red. Kevin hates bugs and Soohyun finds them interesting. Soohyun is an open book, but Kevin likes to hide his true self.
Sometimes, Kevin forces himself to lie. He doesn’t like that they’re so different, so he lies to Soohyun and to himself, tries to pretend they have many points in common too.
Soohyun, on the other hand, is always honest. He always points out how bright opposites he and Kevin seem to be, fascinated about how they could be so close and so distant at the same time.
They’re all sharp points and asymmetry. Kevin worries they never blend. Soohyun just smiles and holds him with all his might. It fails to grab Kevin’s attention just how perfectly matched they feel that way, against each other. He doesn’t notice his body has the curves that complete Soohyun’s, their skins link harmoniously and their voices mix into a whole new, infinite one.
Soohyun has always felt it, yet he’s relieved Kevin doesn’t. It wouldn’t be them
if they thought alike, after all.Beautiful World
, by BENI
Ryo/Kevin (NEWS/Kanjani8, U-Kiss). G.
Ryo and Kevin met at the backstage of a Japanese talk show. They had both seen each other’s faces before – Ryo remembered having seen U-Kiss on one of those flashy “K-pop is taking over Japan” headlines he read without much interest whatsoever, while Kevin had seen countless performances, flyers, posters (even in the movies) with Nishikido Ryo in his visits to Japan, and hadn’t understood at first why he kept appearing with different groups.
Kevin thought NEWS was sort of ridiculous, and Kanjani8, in his opinion, should never be considered an idol group. Ever.
Ryo thought U-Kiss were a bunch of gay fairies with a stupid, equally queer name.
So far, so good.
Nevertheless, they greeted each other on the corridors, both groups bowing politely. One of the U-Kiss boys spoke in rather neat Japanese, voicing his approval of Kanjani8’s performances. Ryo was surprised by the fact one of them could actually speak in that language, mainly after he’d seem them shower the audience with “doujo yolro-shi-ku” greetings. Hina was working hard to speak clear and slowly, fighting back of using colloquial speech of Kansai-ben.
While Hina and the dark-haired U-Kiss kid exchanged diplomatic sentences, Ryo felt himself being observed. He first thought it was that kindergarten student who reminded him awfully of Tegoshi, but then he noticed it was the slim, fair-skinned boy beside him. Ryo stared back at him with an arched brow, not wanting to show he felt intimidated when being watched by strangers. He saw the boy blush and look away in surprise, though he kept looking at him with slightly narrowed eyes.
Tacchon later informed him the boy’s name was Kebi. Subaru laughed good-heartedly at Tacchon’s confident face. “What an awful name,” he said pitifully when Tacchon confirmed the name was indeed Kebi. “Poor young boy might have it hard.” He shook his head mournfully.
Maybe that would explain why Kebi was so weird, staring at him that way for no reason.
Days later, Ryo was in the dressing room waiting until it’s time to start shooting Janiben. He flipped through a copy of the month’s Myojo, sneering at how stupid Yamapi and Shige looked in the displayed photoshoot. He eyed the last pages without enthusiasm, they always had the least interesting things in his opinion. Then he saw a single page dedicated to introducing hot Korean band U-Kiss, cute boys with manly, sexy attitude. Oh
, Ryo raised his eyebrows in realization, the cute fairies
He read it to keep entertained and found out that Soohyun was a talented singer, the boy who spoke Japanese is Kibum (Ryo took an approving glance at his profile), three of them spoke fluent English and Kebi’s name was in fact Kevin, which made him recall that Tacchon was an idiot. It was a pity, though – he felt some kind of sympathy towards the boy when he was Kebi.
The questions were cheesy and predictable. They even asked them if there was any Japanese artist they liked, Ryo read with a roll of eyes. Hamasaki Ayumi, Koda Kumi, Ayaka – Ryo isn’t too impressed – EXILE, Perfume- and Ryo stopped. He read it again and again and made sure the he wasn’t seeing things until he confirmed that one of the answers was “NEWS and Kanjani8’s Nishikido Ryo.”
He frowned and saw that Kevin had said that. His frown only intensified. He read on, he has a very unique way of performing, he attracts my attention a lot. And his eyes are sexy! (laughter)
. Ryo had a hard time processing the idea and could only think that this Kevin was the leader gay fairy.
By a hazard of destiny, Ryo met U-Kiss again in another occasion, this time with NEWS. Koyama was super excited about those amazing, super cool Korean stars and went talk to them. “Talk” meaning “make vague gesture with his waggling hands and uttering ‘chou-ha’ in what he thought that was Korean” in that case. Ryo felt inhumanly embarrassed and wanted to chop Koyama’s tongue out of his mouth. He would have to treat Shige to dinner one day for making Koyama go back to his dressing room.
However, Ryo did corner Kevin later that day with a Myojo in hands, randomly pushing him to one of the rooms. Kevin was scared by his serious, positively threatening expression, but Ryo was just making his normal face. He pointed to Kevin and then to the offensive sentences, and then back to Kevin.
“Sorry,” the younger boy muttered in poor Japanese, offering him a distressed apologetic wave of hands.
“Why?” Ryo asked seriously in equally poor English. Kevin gave him a lost stare, and he for a second thought maybe his English wasn’t that comprehensible at all.
“I- I liked you, I don’t know
,” Kevin responded in his mother language with a shrug, probably wishing Ryo wouldn’t beat him or anything. He blinked when Ryo chuckled softly. What was up with that drastic change?
,” Ryo made use of his barely existent Korean with a smile. Kevin blinked some more. “I sort of like you too,” he confessed in Japanese, pretending he didn’t remember Kevin probably wouldn’t understand it. The truth was that he didn’t want him to understand, it was a ridiculous thing to say.
When they head back to their respective dressing rooms with a wave, Kevin is still impressed by how randomly cute Nishikido Ryo was. Ryo was busy avoiding Tegoshi, who was pointing to his cheeks accusingly and chirping that Ryo-chan was blushing.