Title: 6SWORD – Are You Ready
Part: 1/?
Rating: G
Summary: Salaryman Katakura Kojuurou meets his idol.
Warnings: Present AU. Fanboy Kojuurou.
AN: I don't know what I was on when I started writing this. I'm so sorry. And I think this is the worst fic summary I've ever written.
His watch read 2:50PM. Kojuurou glanced at it disapprovingly. A late lunch, but it could not be helped. The amount of paperwork that needed filing was piling up, and the employees were as useless as ever. Instead of supervising, he had ended up helping the idiots with their work, and in the end, sent them off to lunch break and did the rest himself. A dark frown settled on his mouth. A pedestrian squeaked and hurried on his way. Something as simple as filing papers should not have taken three people to do. Although in the end it was him doing all the work. As usual.
With another grimace at his watch, the office worker set a clipped pace towards the café at the intersection, leather briefcase secure in his grip. Hopefully, by the time he got back, the office would still be in one piece.
:::
Sandwich finally procured, Kojuurou sat at one of the café's outdoor tables. A neat stack of documents lay in front of him. The leather briefcase balanced carefully in his lap. Kojuurou preferred bringing his own lunches, but he was often too busy to do so.
Pedestrians and shoppers dotted the two intersected streets. Cars sped by to their destinations. Quite a few people were window shopping.
A woman and her teenage son were strolling towards the café. Kojuurou watched them. He was not sure why they had caught his attention. The woman was beautiful, but that was not the reason.
The son was saying something. "Mom, I'm hungry." He looked to be about eighteen years old. Kids these days. His mother gave him an indulgent smile and asked, "What do you want to eat?" Parents these days. The son replied, "I heard this café's pretty good. I want something from here." The mother and son pair headed into the café.
Kojuurou realized that there was a third person with them, but the young man had been walking behind the two. He wore a hoodie, and he kept his hands in his pockets. The young man stood close to the wall of the building, as if attempting to melt in. His face carried an expression of distaste and boredom. Kojuurou took a bite out of his sandwich and frowned. Kids these days, with no sense of their surroundings, unsatisfied with everything.
His eyes could not leave the young man. Something about the way he was dressed? No, he was dressed as plain as possible. The hoodie on a sunny day? No, Kojuurou had seen stranger fashion choices. Strands of brown hair escaping the young man's hoodie? No, that's normal. Those eyes- That eye. That medical eyepatch. That face. That hair. Kojuurou nearly choked. How could he have not recognized that young man? A hoodie should not have stopped him from recognizing that young man. Kojuurou swallowed hard and stood up. His briefcase clattered unnoticed to the ground, drawing stares from neighbouring tables.
The young man did not seem to notice.
Kojuurou took a step, and stumbled over his dropped briefcase. He attempted to gather himself. He only had one chance.
The young man stared blankly at nothing.
Kojuurou swept any stray hairs from his forehead. He took a step. And another step.
Somehow he ended up standing in front of the young man, who looked at him with suspicion.
Kojuurou cleared his throat. He opened his mouth.
"Please let me shake your hand." Was what tumbled out of his mouth, all rushed and jumbled together. Disgrace. He should commit seppuku for this disgrace in front of the most important person in his life.
The young man stared at him like he had grown a second head. "What'd you say?"
Kojuurou's heart nearly stopped. The young man had talked to him. He cleared his throat again and focused. "Uh. You are Date Masamune, am I correct? Katakura Kojuurou. I'm a fan. Please, if you aren't troubled, do you mind giving me-" His voice nearly cracked. "-giving me an autograph?"
Masamune raised an eyebrow and smiled. Kojuurou had to steel his weak knees. That smile was lovelier than any reproduced image on magazine or poster paper, and it was directed at him.
"All right." Masamune's signature English brought his attention back. The young man was giving him an amused look. "You got a pen?"
Leading the way back to his table, Kojuurou regained his composure. Picking up his briefcase, he placed it on his chair. He pulled out a business card and set a pen next to it. "I apologize, but I do not have any blank sheets of paper with me."
"No problem." The tip of the ballpoint pen blazed across paper like lightning. "Katakura Kojuurou-san, right?" Masamune grinned. "I remember you. You come to all my events. Thanks for supporting me."
Kojuurou could die happy now. "Masamune-sama…! It is always a pleasure to attend your events." A hand stretched out in front of him. "Masamune-sama?"
His idol tilted his head. "You wanted a handshake, right?"
It was not Kojuurou's first time shaking Date Masamune's hand; he had gone to every single handshake event, but each time was still a new experience.
Masamune grasped his hand and gave it a solid shake. It was a firm handshake. Something every good employee should have. The young man grinned again. "Mind if I sit down?"
Kojuurou's heart stuttered. "I would be honoured."
:::
Masamune supported his head with his palm. "So do you come here often?"
"Yes. I often eat lunch here."
"Oh~ the food must be good then." His idol flashed him with an impish smile.
Kojuurou was flustered. "Why do you say that, Masamune-sama?"
"My fans have good taste, you see?" Kojuurou could not resist returning Masamune's grin with his own. "Of course, Masamune-sama."
Masamune gestured to Kojuurou's stack of documents. "Is your workplace nearby?"
"Yes. I work in that office building over there."
Masamune whistled. "Nice."
The café door jingled. The woman and her son walked out.
The son caught sight of them and approached the table. "Nii-san, is this your friend? One of your fans?" Ah yes, Kojuurou should have realized sooner. When Masamune first became an idol, he had been asked about his family in an interview. He had listed his father, mother, and a younger brother.
Masamune stood. "Gotta go. See you at my next event." With that, he marched off.
His brother looked at Kojuurou. "Nii-san's always like that."
Kojuurou watched as Masamune's mother and brother continued their leisurely stroll.
:::
"Why's Boss just sitting there staring at his desk?"
"What's he looking at?"
"Isn't that a business card?"
"I think Boss's mind left this world."
The three office workers peeked through a crack in Kojuurou's office door.
Kojuurou's eyes shifted, and pinned his spying employees with a glare. "Are you guys done your assigned work?"
Three meek squeaks sounded. "Yes sir!"
Kojuurou walked to the door with a stern face. "There's no overtime today. Have a good night."
The door slammed resolutely in their faces.
"Something's definitely up with Boss!"
"No overtime? We always get overtime! What does this mean?"
"…Maybe Boss finally met the lady of his dreams!"
"Are you an idiot? Boss would never get that worked up over anyone."
The office worker with the glasses scratched his chin. "When Boss came in from lunch, he kept muttering 'Masamune-sama'."
"Masamune-sama? Oh, I've heard that name before. Isn't that Masamune one of those idols or models or something? I hear a good number of his fans are male."
"…Boss is in love with an idol?"
The door banged open, catching the chubby one in the face. Kojuurou barked, "Get back to your desks and stop wasting time!"
The door slammed close.
:::
Date Masamune stared at his term paper. His eyepatch lay abandoned on the bed.
Masamune scrolled through his phone. His school wasn't in the area, but he could always skip class. The professor always read off the class notes anyway. Masamune grinned.
He had a photo shoot tomorrow morning. Things could be dealt with afterwards.
:::
What one noticed first when entering Kojuurou's 1LDK was a sense of orderliness. The combined living and dining room was neat, with a small dining table near the spotless kitchen. A leather couch and television were placed close to the balcony. Several DVDs and a DVD player were stored in the TV stand. A neat stack of magazines took up a corner of the coffee table. The bathroom and hallway were spotless.
The bedroom, however, was vastly different. Hidden behind sliding doors was a bed. A dakimakura rested on top of the green covers. Posters and wall scrolls hung on the walls and the closet door. A bedside table supported an alarm clock and several picture frames. A calendar hung on the wall. In effect, this was the bedroom of a hardcore fanboy.
Kojuurou gazed reverently upon the name inscribed on his business card. He wasn't one to believe in luck, but today was truly exceptional. He never would have imagined that he would meet his idol outside of official events. It was truly an honour.
Kojuurou paused. He most definitely should not have approached Masamune like that. It was a disgrace to have lost his composure in front of the person he held in the highest regard. He should not have approached Masamune at all. To have taken away what little private time a public figure such as Masamune-sama had was deplorable. But his idol had seemed quite happy to see a fan.
His sister would have berated him for a mistake like that. Kojuurou shuddered. Kita's anger was not something one wanted to provoke.
Kojuurou recalled the young idol's smile.
Perhaps Masamune-sama would come by the café again.
AN: Yes, I know the situation is way too convenient. Oh well. Ha ha. Also, I have no clue when I'll update this next. There will definitely be a Chapter 2 though. Just that I don't know when it will be out. I have two or three other fics to update, and I need to draw art for Minicomi, and ughhh I need to stop procrastinating so much. I also want to do one of those 100 LJ prompt table things for Komasa. Orz why do I do this to myself. And I have a tendency to update really really slowly. So yeah. Don't expect too much. Sorry. So many excuses hurgh. I hate how this place refuses to let people put exclamation marks and question marks together. What is this nonsense.