Okay, so technically this isn't allowed on fanfiction but you guys are very mean if you report this and who actually follows the guidelines anyways? –gets on knees- PLEASE don't report me! –begs-
So, this is a Kazuya story (Kazuki/Takuya) and they've never met so, no Tenimyu, or this happens in stead of Tenimyu (I know, a sad thought). And I know they are probably WAY OOC but I mean seriously? It's difficult writing about people you've never met… Takuya I think will be a little easier, Kazuki on the other hand…
Okay, I'll let you get on with the story and remember PLEASE DON'T REPORT IT! T.T I'll cry. I seriously will. :( D: U.U =(
Disclaimer: Is this even nessecary? I mean, I don't own Kazuki and Takuya. Nobody does except for them. Though, they own each other. They sound just short of legally being married…
Read and review, please, nya! And don't report, please xInfinity, nya! If anyone has really major problems with this, please tell me and I'd rather take it down then get in trouble with ff but I don't think you guys will unless you are a stickler for the rules and really mean… T.T
Also, this is my second account, but I won't tell you who I am. Though you might recognize how I write, ect.
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Chapter One
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'Taku: Your relationship with Sugimori-kun, it's not going to last. I can tell just by looking at the two of you. Sooner or later, something will happen to make it end.
Notani: (pause) I know that, and I'm okay with that…
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Sighing, Kato Kazuki let the script drop onto the table and brought his hand to his head. He wasn't even finished with it yet and he already knew he couldn't say "no".
He had never even entertained the thought of doing a boy's love movie, but when the script was given to him and he was told to read it and think it over, he did so, and now he found himself only being able to think "yes, yes, yes!"
While his main goal was to be a singer, he knew he could act, and wondered if just maybe this could help propel his career? Of course, it could always backfire. Was he willing to give trying this a chance?
But the answer popped into his head as soon as he asked himself that question. Yes, he was, he had to, the tale called to him.
The man gave a light scoff at how ridiculous he sounded to himself. "The tale called to him." That sounded like a line from a movie about a drama queen, and was completely out of character for him. Though—he figured—when you liked something enough, you tended to be out of character all of the time. Or at least, that's what he has noticed about other people.
Mainly about his friend Shirota Yuu, the dork. When he would ever work up the guts to ask whoever it was he liked out, he did not know.
He looked back down at the stack of paper and tilted his head. The characters were… interesting to say the least. There was the character that they wanted him to try out for; Sugimori Shou. Sugimori reminded him a bit of the character Yagyuu Hiroshi from Prince of Tennis. He didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, though.
The character was serious and polite, and while most of the minor characters had trouble believing he had any feelings or emotions whatsoever, Kazuki could tell that he had a multitude of both problems and emotions.
And yet, those problems were nothing when compared to the ones of the other main character; Notani Yuuma.
He sighed and leaned back into his couch. The kid had larger problems than Shirota's dorkiness and that was definitely saying something. Not only was the boy's mother a single parent with three jobs, but Notani had a serious case of Histrionic Personality Disorder, of the vivacious histrionic subtype.
The small blush that rose to his cheeks when he thought about some of the scenes he would have to do with his co-star if he got the part was inevitable. Kazuki really hoped it would be R-15 and not R-18.
But at least it wasn't the character he was trying out for that had to do that multiple times with different people.
He felt sorry for the poor person who was cast in Notani's role.
"Yoroshiku," Kazuki bowed.
The boy bowed back, smiling, and repeated the phrase. "Konma Takuya," he stated, introducing himself.
"Kato Kazuki," he said back as the casting director walked over to them.
"Do the two of you know what to do?" questioned the slightly rounding man and without waiting for a response he said, "You two go into that room and adlib as your characters. We want to see how well you know your characters and just what type of chemistry you two have together. Don't be afraid or nervous to do anything. This is all acting, everyone should understand that." he gave them each a nod before walking away, signaling to go ahead.
Konma cast Kazuki a small shy smile before entering the room and seating himself on the shiki futon, placing the ear buds of his iPod into his ears.
Kazuki waited a second before walking in, back straight and a serious expression on his face. After closing the door behind him he looked at shorter boy sitting there, scrolling through songs. He gave a silent sigh.
"Are you just going to stand there, or are you actually going to come into the room some more?" Konma spoke as Notani Yuuma, not looking up from the small machine in his hand.
He nodded and walked over to the other actor, sitting down on the edge of the futon, hands shaking a little as he clasped them nervously in character.
Taking in a deep breath, Kazuki said, "I wanted to talk to you about—"
"I'm sorry," he was cut off and the brunette looked down at the other boy whose dark hat shielded his face from being seen.
Konma brought up his hand and took out one earphone, peeking up from beneath his cap, a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "I shouldn't have done that but you just looked so…" his smile widened to a grin as he turned his head upwards completely and locked his eyes with Kazuki's. "Cute standing there looking out of place."
Letting the blush rise his face, Kazuki cleared his throat and turned away slightly. "I wasn't expecting you to… you know what?" he gave a small, nervous laugh. "It doesn't even matter anymore. What's done is done, ne?"
"Hmm," the other boy hummed, giving a slight nod and then another smile as he dropped his iPod down next to him and stretched out his legs. "I guess so." He agreed, hand slowly inching towards Kazuki's leg.
Kazuki eyed it openly and scooted a few centimeters away.
"But you know," Konma added, "You really are a rather good kisser, Shou-kun."
"I am?—wait, what're you doing?" he asked, backing up off of the futon to land on the ground as Konma crawled toward him.
Konma laughed as Kazuki came to a halt, back hitting the far wall, and the capped boy slowly crawled the rest of the way on his knees, resting his smaller hands on Kazuki's muscular thighs, lips just barely brushing the shell of his ear.
Real shivers were sent down the singer's spine as the younger boy's heat radiated from the actor to envelop him. "Shou," he whispered, hot breath traveling down his neck. "I know,"
The hands inched up his legs, hands softly moving up his chest to finally come to rest just on his neck. Konma turned his head so that his mouth almost grazing the corner of Kazuki's.
Gulping, Kazuki asked, "Know what?"
Konma merely smiled and stood, leaving the older man to let out a silent sigh in relief.
"Nothing," he answered, voice singing as he turned and walked back over to the futon, hips giving a small natural swing as he did so.
Pulling his eyes away from the teen's form, Kazuki hoped he was just really into his character or else he had a reason to be slightly worried about getting this part.
Shaking those thoughts away, Kazuki hurriedly stood and said, "Can you stop that?"
Konma froze and slowly turned around, frowning. "Stop what?" he questioned innocently.
"That." he sighed, "Teasing me," he added, voice lowering to a quiet whisper.
"Teasing? I'm not sure I know what you're talking about Sugimori-san." He turned back around and sat on the futon, picking back up his iPod.
Kazuki sighed and took a small step forward. "Notani-kun, stop pretending."
Konma looked up angrily and snapped, "Don't call me that."
"Then don't call me Sugimori."
Frowning again, Konma looked down at his side and gave a nod. "Fine, you win." The teen gave a forced looking smile. "Come, sit," he gave the spot next to him a pat, beckoning Kazuki—or Shou—to go sit next to him.
Kazuki did so, silently drawing the younger boy into his arms as he lay back on the bed.
Fighting off how uncomfortable he felt holding someone he hardly knew—let alone another man—like this, Kazuki brought up a hand and removed the teen's hat, running a few fingers through the soft brown hair, breathing becoming slightly uneven.
He tried not to think about the fact that he wasn't doing it on purpose.
Konma gave a content sigh and smiled. "I'm not used to this," he told him. "You aren't the first person to attempt to hold me like this, you know. But you are the first person to succeed." He glanced up, dark eyes slightly curious. "And I wonder how you—of all people—succeeded."
Kazuki said nothing and instead opted to continue to stare up at the ceiling of the room.
There was a short rustling as Konma pulled away and then Kazuki blinked in slight shock as the smaller body rolled over on top of him, legs straddling either side of him.
As they breathed in tune, Kazuki was surprised to feel just how muscular the teen's chest was against him and mentally smacked himself for thinking something like that, especially at a time such as this.
Konma's lips parted into a sly smile and Kazuki eyed them. They looked soft… and pink…
"Shou…" he snuggled down into the older man. "Take care of me." He stated, lips pouting slightly.
Kazuki held his breath. What was that… stirring?
The smaller hands gently traveled his chest, shirt bunching and riding up because of it.
Konma bit his lip and breathed, "Have me." His dark eyes sparkled, seemingly lightening them to a lighter brown.
Kazuki swallowed, not being able to say nothing as Konma slowly lowered his face.
There was a knock at the door just before it opened to show a red-faced casting director. He opened his mouth before snapping it shut and just nodded his head, trying to tell them they were finished for now.
Konma hurriedly picked up his belongings and stood from where he was straddling the aspiring singer.
Face turning a dark pink, he gave a sheepish smile before walking from the room.
The brunette continued to lay there for another second, arm thrown over his stomach, breathing heavy. He wondered just what exactly he was getting himself into…
Kazuki shot his snickering friend a small glare. "Don't laugh, Shirota. It was absolutely mortifying."
This just made the other brunette laugh even more. "Which is why I'm laughing. It's not every day your best friend tells you they got cast in a boy's love movie and had to do a screen test with their co-star that sent their mind reeling."
If Kazuki didn't have better control over himself, he would have sputtered. "I didn't say that."
"No," Shirota agreed, resting his head in his hand. "But you didn't deny it either."
The man didn't know how to respond to that.
Calming down, Shirota asked, "Okay, so, do you really want to go through with this, Kato? A boy's love movie? It can honestly either break or make your career before it even starts."
Kazuki let out a sigh and leaned back into the chair, eyeing the people passing outside the café. "I think I do. It's a good story, not sure if I can do it justice though."
"I'm sure you can," Shirota stated, already used to how his friend—at times—had low self-esteem. "Tell me more about your co-star." Shirota smiled slyly. "By the sound of it, he might be causing problems for you."
Kazuki stared at him for a second, trying to wrap his mind around what the younger man was hinting at. When he understood, he narrowed his eyes and glared. "If I wasn't so nice, Shirota, I would throw something at you."
Shirota gasped mockingly. "You wouldn't!"
The aspiring singer fought off a smile. "I would."
"Please don't," Shirota laughed.
"I won't," Kazuki also laughed. "What do you want to know, Shirota?"
Shirota sighed and tapped his chin before grinning and leaning forward a few inches. "So did he create any problems for you, my dear friend?"
Kazuki blinked and glanced down at his watch before standing. "Would you look at the time? I've a meeting to go to. Ja ne." but before he could get more than two steps away, Shirota pushed him back into the chair, a bored look dawning his face.
"Ka-to," he drawled lightly. "Answer the question. Don't be embarrassed."
"I'm not embarrassed," the man denied, getting comfortable in his chair, seemingly accepting his fate. "But it was acting, Shirota. It hardly matters. And I'm not gay." He told him quietly.
"I didn't say you were." The younger man replied innocently.
He continued to stare at him unblinkingly. "But you were hinting at it. Konma is my co-star. This movie will require us to act as though we're having sex." There were a few glances cast towards them and Kazuki lowered his voice, face a little pink. "We'll have to kiss, feel, and do all of that other stuff."
Shirota cocked his head and nodded slowly. "Okay, I think I got my answer. He did cause problems for you."
"I didn't say that," Kazuki shook his head.
"But you hinted at it." Shirota mocked, grinning.
"Stop," Kazuki sighed desperately. This conversation was making him feel uncomfortable.
"Fine, it's not this guy would probably even go for someone like you anyways." Shirota stated, averting his eyes to watch a person passing.
Kazuki stiffened. "Eh? What do you mean, Shirota?"
"Hmm?" Shirota looked over at his friend, frowning questioningly.
"What do you mean that Konma wouldn't go for someone like me?" he asked slowly, crossing his arms.
A small smile grew on Shirota's face. "Oh, I didn't mean anything by it. I just meant that you're well… you know. You."
Kazuki frowned. "And what's wrong with being me?" He replied seriously.
Shirota gave a short shrug. "Nothing but… you aren't the most popular guy or the best looking guy and you don't have the most sparkling personality…" he answered slyly.
"What do you mean by that?"
Was this honestly what his friend for years thought of him?
"Just that I don't think you could make this guy fall for you even if you wanted to." Shirota told him matter-of-factly as if there was nothing wrong in his statement.
Kazuki thought for a second, before saying, "I think I could, Shirota, if I put my mind to it."
The other brunette smiled. "Do you want a bet on it?"
His eyes narrowed. What was Shirota trying to do. "Fine," he sighed. "I'll bet on it."
Smile turning into a grin, Shirota leaned forward and whispered, "I bet you that you cannot get your male co-star to fall in love with you by the end of filming. And if you don't get a confession from him by the end, you have to come out as gay even though you aren't. If you do win, I'll do the same. So, how 'bout it?"
Kazuki held in a breath. "…deal…"
And now—for some reason—he felt as though he just made a deal with the devil.
