Title: Secret Identity 2
Author: Black Rainbow
Chapter: 1/?
Status: on-going, quite unedited
Genre: AU, yaoi
Disclaimer: me only own the original characters… Takehiko Inoue owns SD characters, Jahnna N. Malcolm band name, and songs.
Warnings: characters will probably be very ooc, as I don't really know a lot about them. -__- Sorry about that. Also, slight language… I suppose. *wrinkles nose* sort of.
Comments: This particular chapter was inspired by a lovely short story I read called 'Watermelon Seeds' in the zine GIRL IN THE HOODIE, issue 1, by Jill and Becca. So… thank you thank you thank you Jill and Becca!!!! ^^ Also, I lost the actual first chapter and I wrote this again really fast, so I'm sorry if it seems not very coherent, okay?
Chapter 1
The day was wearing thin and he was tired. The whole day was just full of Hanamichi and Mitsui bickering in the studio, and then Rukawa /had/ to insult the redhead, bringing about yet another fight, and Sendoh wasn't there to calm Hanamichi down. Fujima Kenji sighed as he walked along the streets in some area of Kainan he'd never been before. He had snapped, yelled at the rest of his band to shut up, and stormed out of the studio. He didn't know where he was going, except that he didn't feel like being in Ryonan anymore, suddenly.
So now he was in Kainan, not knowing where he was heading. He was glad that he didn't bother to clean up after himself when he woke up late (and with a horrible hangover) that morning. Now he looked rumpled and tired – he didn't think anyone would recognize him.
Androgynous Zone, their band, was slowly and steadily growing famous, and they were already wary of walking by themselves in the streets without getting mobbed. It had been eight months since they released their first album, WHITE NOISE, and although he would never give it up for anything in the world, he was starting to feel . . . tired . . . of everything around him.
/Tired. Guess that's my favorite word, huh?/
He continued to walk until he reached a café that looked rundown, yet strangely appealing. /Coffee/, he thought. /Coffee would be good./
He stepped into the café, and the beautiful voice of Frank Sinatra singing 'Come Fly With Me' filled his ears. He broke into a smile, the heaviness in his chest easing a little. When he was a child, his mother would play him her Frank Sinatra records whenever he was sad. Even now, just hearing those songs again could lift his spirits a notch. Wondering how god knew this was exactly what he needed at the moment, he went to sit near a window, wanting to just absorb the ambience. The café, though rundown from the outside, was really pretty and cozy inside. It was lit by a row of lovely lavender lamps. Posters, pictures, and old record covers of Frank Sinatra, Bob Dylan and the Beatles covered the walls. Old movie posters also decorated the small café.
/This is perfect/, he thought. /How can anything be so . . . perfect?/
"Hi! I'm Soichiro, your waiter for today," a gentle voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked up, dazed, to see a boy with short-cropped hair smiling at him. "Welcome to Serendipity."
"Huh?" Fujima replied. The morning's hangover was still lingering, and he couldn't think straight, especially after what happened in the studio.
"Serendipity. That's the name of the café," Jin Soichiro explained patiently. He kept his smile as he looked over the boy in front of him. /Lonely/, was his first thought. His eyes lowered as he took in the uncombed hair, the grungy, wrinkled shirt, and the bleached jeans. (Not to mention the bright orange backpack). /He looks like he's running away from something/. His heart tugged as the green-eyed boy finally answered.
"Can I have some coffee?"
"Coffee? Do you want a cappuccino, or –"
"Plain coffee would be fine." The boy turned to look out the window.
"Anything to eat?"
Fujima thought about it. He hadn't eaten anything that day, but in his present condition, even the thought of food made him slightly nauseous. "No, I'd better not." His stomach chose to growl at the moment. The waiter frowned.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
When Jin served him his coffee, he also brought a slice of Oreo cheesecake. Fujima frowned.
"I didn't order any food."
"I know; this is on the house." Jin looked at Fujima with concern as he continued, "you look like you should eat something."
Fujima thanked the boy, confused. When the waiter left him for a second time, he got up to go to a restroom. He stepped towards the sink and turned the tap, intending to wash himself up a bit. That was when he noticed himself in the mirror.
/Sheesh/, he thought. /I look like shit. No wonder the waiter was so concerned. I bet he thought I'm going to drop dead any second or something/.
He washed his face, and went back to his table. As he took the first sip of coffee, he closed his eyes. He spent the next few hours just sipping coffee and looking out of the window. Now and then, Soichiro would come to refill his coffee and provide some small talk.
Sometime late in the evening, Soichiro came, wearing normal clothes, instead of his waiter's uniform. He stood in front of Fujima and opened his mouth as if to say something. Then he closed it again. His eyes showed hope and fear.
"Yeah?" Fujima asked him.
"I was wondering…"
"What?"
"Do you have a place to go?"
Fujima snorted. /Great/, he thought. /Now some good Samaritan thinks that he has to take care of me./ He looked again at Jin. /But . . . / he caught himself as he found himself wondering how the other boy's lips would taste. /I really need to get out of the studio more often/.
He shrugged. "Sure. I guess." It was then that he realized that he had taken the train to Kainan, and it was too late for him to catch the last one back. "Erm… do you know a motel or something where I can go? I think I missed the train back home." He remembered that he also didn't carry that much cash with him. "A cheap place," he added.
Jin's eyebrows knit together as he thought. "You can crash at my place, if you want…" he said hesitantly. Fujima looked at him with unabashed relief. "My shift ends in an hour," he told Fujima. "The thing is… I was going see my friend's band play before heading home, so if you don't mind tagging along…"
Fujima shrugged. "Whatever. You're the one offering me a place to stay; I can't complain, right?" He grinned. Jin hesitantly grinned back.
"So what's your name?"
/If I told him, would he know who I am?/ Fujima wondered. He had reason to be wondering this – Androgynous Zone /was/ becoming a well-known band in Japan. "Kenji," he told Jin, deciding that a lot of people are named Kenji, and he didn't owe the waiter his full name, anyway.
"What do you do?"
"Er…"
"Jin! I pay you to work, not to socialize!" a girl called out from the counter. She had spiky hair that she died maroon, and really dark eyes. She was so small one could barely see her from over the counter. "You're closing today!"
"What do you mean, you pay me?" Jin grumbled. "You don't pay me…" he got up from the seat, telling Fujima, "sorry. Talk to you after I finish closing, okay?"
After the girl left, Jin swept the floor and put the chairs upside down on the table. Fujima helped him, figuring it was the least he could do. Then they walked out, and Jin locked up after the place.
When they reached the club where the band was playing, Jin grinned at Fujima before he flung open the door. The heavy smell of cigarettes and sweat smacked their faces. As they walked across the room, Jin yelled out, "they've already started!" Fujima just nodded.
Jin grabbed Fujima's hand and led him through the crowd. Fujima followed dazedly, feeling as if he was in a dream – everything was a blur to him, and he didn't really feel like himself. /I'm not Fujima Kenji, member of one of the hottest bands in Kanagawa. I am just Kenji from Ryonan./ He sighed mentally. /Now I see why Hanamichi always acted so weird when he's dressed up as a girl. Disguise is . . . liberating./ He put his arms around Jin, and they danced as a new song started. They held each other like they were never going to let go, like they were afraid of losing each other.
As he lay his head against Soichiro's shoulder, Fujima felt a burst of love, or lust, or happiness, or fear, or longing . . . /whatever you call this feeling/, he thought. Maybe it was all of them at once.
By the time they left the party, Fujima was wondering if this Jin person was for real. They'd been talking, and he discovered that the boy actually /owned/ the café he was in, (the small girl was his sister, Rei) and that he loved listening to Frank Sinatra, which explained a lot about the café decorations.
Deciding not to let the boy know who he was, he had told Jin that he worked as an office boy in Ryonan. /After all/, he reasoned, /it's not like I'm going to see him again anyway, so what does it matter?/
*flashback*
"Kenji!"
He looked up, startled to hear his name. He saw Himiko coming towards him, and he was thankful that Jin was out of earshot. When she reached him, she grinned.
"So how is the rock star today?"
"I'm hardly that," Fujima answered.
"Soon, my dear friend, soon," she grinned. "Hey, look, I'm sorry that things didn't go so well with my brother and all…"
"… it's okay…"
"Found someone else, hmm?" She smiled, and nodded towards where Jin was talking to some people. "I saw you come in together."
"It's nothing like that, I just met him today," Fujima said quickly. "I didn't even tell him who I was."
"Feeling the strains of fame already, eh?" She nodded in a 'I understand' sort of way, and continued, "don't worry, I won't tell." She flashed him a grin before turning serious. "But, I know him, and you better not hurt him, okay? Anyway, I've got to go, I'm only here because the band is performing."
(later that night)
"The next song is for Kenji!" The crowds cheered as Pristine Smut began to play the intro to their next song.
"I don't care if you don't know me
And I don't care if you don't even like me
Can't we just spend tonight together
So I got something to think about tomorrow, oh
So I got something to think about tomorrow" [1]
Fujima stared at his drink, reddening at what Himiko was trying to say to him. /It's nothing like that…/ he told himself, again. He knew there was to be nothing between him and Soichiro.
*end flashback*
That night when they went to Soichiro's apartment, Fujima was shown to the only bedroom while Soichiro changed. Fujima slept in the clothes he wore, since he didn't have anything else. They slept together in a tangle of limbs – there was much passion without sex. [2] Before he slept, Jin touched his lips lightly on Fujima's forehead and whispered good night. Fujima closed his eyes against the tenderness. To him, Soichiro smelled so white and pure. /Another reason I have to forget about him once tomorrow comes/, he thought to himself. /I can't drag him into my life when I'm such a mess/. He snuggled closer as he fell asleep.
The next morning, Fujima turned to look at the boy sleeping next to him. As he had expected, nothing had happened. There was something about Jin that evaded him. He thought that Jin radiated a pureness that he couldn't even begin to describe. His friends had told him that he looked innocent, but after meeting Jin, he felt like he never even knew what innocent meant. He turned to his side to have a better view of the sleeping boy, his fingers tracing the outline of Jin's face.
Pretty…
He was sure that if he actually came on to Jin, the boy wouldn't reject him. But he felt like he couldn't – he knew that it was wrong for someone like him to just come and mess up another person's life just because he felt something was missing from his own.
/Besides, I'm not going to see him anymore./
A beeping noise startled him. He sat up quickly, and his hands went automatically to his orange backpack, which he rummaged for his cell phone. He picked it up.
"Moshi moshi."
"Kenji! Where the heck are you???"
It was Mitsui, of course. Who else. He rolled his eyes.
"Kainan."
Silence. After a few seconds, he thought that he should hang up, then he heard Mitsui's reply. "What the fuck are you doing in Kainan? Do you know that we've been worried about you? Why did you just storm out of the studio like that? And what's with the –"
"Hisashi. I'm going back to Ryonan now, okay? You don't have to worry about me." He hung up before the other boy could reply. He wondered what his friends' reactions would be like when he came back. Hanamichi wouldn't care, as long as he was alive, and was attending practice. Rukawa might be worried, but he wouldn't say anything. Mitsui was mad, and probably would still be when he reached Ryonan. Kiminobu, who's still their sound technician (and Mitsui's boyfriend), would be worried and tell him so.
He looked again at the boy sleeping on the bed. /Should I leave him a note?/ he wondered. Deciding not to, he picked up his backpack and got up to leave.
-tbc-
[1] song: by The Murmurs… I don't remember the title, though..
[2] this line is in the actual story in the zine, I think… I can't be sure as I don't have it with me anymore… but I'm almost sure this exact line is from the zine. So … I don't take credit for it! ^^
The rest of the band will be in the next chapter, don't worry! And… *runs and hides* don't kill me for doing a really strange pairing!!!! Actually, even I'm not really sure that this pairing will work . . . but . . .
Author: Black Rainbow
Chapter: 1/?
Status: on-going, quite unedited
Genre: AU, yaoi
Disclaimer: me only own the original characters… Takehiko Inoue owns SD characters, Jahnna N. Malcolm band name, and songs.
Warnings: characters will probably be very ooc, as I don't really know a lot about them. -__- Sorry about that. Also, slight language… I suppose. *wrinkles nose* sort of.
Comments: This particular chapter was inspired by a lovely short story I read called 'Watermelon Seeds' in the zine GIRL IN THE HOODIE, issue 1, by Jill and Becca. So… thank you thank you thank you Jill and Becca!!!! ^^ Also, I lost the actual first chapter and I wrote this again really fast, so I'm sorry if it seems not very coherent, okay?
Chapter 1
The day was wearing thin and he was tired. The whole day was just full of Hanamichi and Mitsui bickering in the studio, and then Rukawa /had/ to insult the redhead, bringing about yet another fight, and Sendoh wasn't there to calm Hanamichi down. Fujima Kenji sighed as he walked along the streets in some area of Kainan he'd never been before. He had snapped, yelled at the rest of his band to shut up, and stormed out of the studio. He didn't know where he was going, except that he didn't feel like being in Ryonan anymore, suddenly.
So now he was in Kainan, not knowing where he was heading. He was glad that he didn't bother to clean up after himself when he woke up late (and with a horrible hangover) that morning. Now he looked rumpled and tired – he didn't think anyone would recognize him.
Androgynous Zone, their band, was slowly and steadily growing famous, and they were already wary of walking by themselves in the streets without getting mobbed. It had been eight months since they released their first album, WHITE NOISE, and although he would never give it up for anything in the world, he was starting to feel . . . tired . . . of everything around him.
/Tired. Guess that's my favorite word, huh?/
He continued to walk until he reached a café that looked rundown, yet strangely appealing. /Coffee/, he thought. /Coffee would be good./
He stepped into the café, and the beautiful voice of Frank Sinatra singing 'Come Fly With Me' filled his ears. He broke into a smile, the heaviness in his chest easing a little. When he was a child, his mother would play him her Frank Sinatra records whenever he was sad. Even now, just hearing those songs again could lift his spirits a notch. Wondering how god knew this was exactly what he needed at the moment, he went to sit near a window, wanting to just absorb the ambience. The café, though rundown from the outside, was really pretty and cozy inside. It was lit by a row of lovely lavender lamps. Posters, pictures, and old record covers of Frank Sinatra, Bob Dylan and the Beatles covered the walls. Old movie posters also decorated the small café.
/This is perfect/, he thought. /How can anything be so . . . perfect?/
"Hi! I'm Soichiro, your waiter for today," a gentle voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked up, dazed, to see a boy with short-cropped hair smiling at him. "Welcome to Serendipity."
"Huh?" Fujima replied. The morning's hangover was still lingering, and he couldn't think straight, especially after what happened in the studio.
"Serendipity. That's the name of the café," Jin Soichiro explained patiently. He kept his smile as he looked over the boy in front of him. /Lonely/, was his first thought. His eyes lowered as he took in the uncombed hair, the grungy, wrinkled shirt, and the bleached jeans. (Not to mention the bright orange backpack). /He looks like he's running away from something/. His heart tugged as the green-eyed boy finally answered.
"Can I have some coffee?"
"Coffee? Do you want a cappuccino, or –"
"Plain coffee would be fine." The boy turned to look out the window.
"Anything to eat?"
Fujima thought about it. He hadn't eaten anything that day, but in his present condition, even the thought of food made him slightly nauseous. "No, I'd better not." His stomach chose to growl at the moment. The waiter frowned.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
When Jin served him his coffee, he also brought a slice of Oreo cheesecake. Fujima frowned.
"I didn't order any food."
"I know; this is on the house." Jin looked at Fujima with concern as he continued, "you look like you should eat something."
Fujima thanked the boy, confused. When the waiter left him for a second time, he got up to go to a restroom. He stepped towards the sink and turned the tap, intending to wash himself up a bit. That was when he noticed himself in the mirror.
/Sheesh/, he thought. /I look like shit. No wonder the waiter was so concerned. I bet he thought I'm going to drop dead any second or something/.
He washed his face, and went back to his table. As he took the first sip of coffee, he closed his eyes. He spent the next few hours just sipping coffee and looking out of the window. Now and then, Soichiro would come to refill his coffee and provide some small talk.
Sometime late in the evening, Soichiro came, wearing normal clothes, instead of his waiter's uniform. He stood in front of Fujima and opened his mouth as if to say something. Then he closed it again. His eyes showed hope and fear.
"Yeah?" Fujima asked him.
"I was wondering…"
"What?"
"Do you have a place to go?"
Fujima snorted. /Great/, he thought. /Now some good Samaritan thinks that he has to take care of me./ He looked again at Jin. /But . . . / he caught himself as he found himself wondering how the other boy's lips would taste. /I really need to get out of the studio more often/.
He shrugged. "Sure. I guess." It was then that he realized that he had taken the train to Kainan, and it was too late for him to catch the last one back. "Erm… do you know a motel or something where I can go? I think I missed the train back home." He remembered that he also didn't carry that much cash with him. "A cheap place," he added.
Jin's eyebrows knit together as he thought. "You can crash at my place, if you want…" he said hesitantly. Fujima looked at him with unabashed relief. "My shift ends in an hour," he told Fujima. "The thing is… I was going see my friend's band play before heading home, so if you don't mind tagging along…"
Fujima shrugged. "Whatever. You're the one offering me a place to stay; I can't complain, right?" He grinned. Jin hesitantly grinned back.
"So what's your name?"
/If I told him, would he know who I am?/ Fujima wondered. He had reason to be wondering this – Androgynous Zone /was/ becoming a well-known band in Japan. "Kenji," he told Jin, deciding that a lot of people are named Kenji, and he didn't owe the waiter his full name, anyway.
"What do you do?"
"Er…"
"Jin! I pay you to work, not to socialize!" a girl called out from the counter. She had spiky hair that she died maroon, and really dark eyes. She was so small one could barely see her from over the counter. "You're closing today!"
"What do you mean, you pay me?" Jin grumbled. "You don't pay me…" he got up from the seat, telling Fujima, "sorry. Talk to you after I finish closing, okay?"
After the girl left, Jin swept the floor and put the chairs upside down on the table. Fujima helped him, figuring it was the least he could do. Then they walked out, and Jin locked up after the place.
When they reached the club where the band was playing, Jin grinned at Fujima before he flung open the door. The heavy smell of cigarettes and sweat smacked their faces. As they walked across the room, Jin yelled out, "they've already started!" Fujima just nodded.
Jin grabbed Fujima's hand and led him through the crowd. Fujima followed dazedly, feeling as if he was in a dream – everything was a blur to him, and he didn't really feel like himself. /I'm not Fujima Kenji, member of one of the hottest bands in Kanagawa. I am just Kenji from Ryonan./ He sighed mentally. /Now I see why Hanamichi always acted so weird when he's dressed up as a girl. Disguise is . . . liberating./ He put his arms around Jin, and they danced as a new song started. They held each other like they were never going to let go, like they were afraid of losing each other.
As he lay his head against Soichiro's shoulder, Fujima felt a burst of love, or lust, or happiness, or fear, or longing . . . /whatever you call this feeling/, he thought. Maybe it was all of them at once.
By the time they left the party, Fujima was wondering if this Jin person was for real. They'd been talking, and he discovered that the boy actually /owned/ the café he was in, (the small girl was his sister, Rei) and that he loved listening to Frank Sinatra, which explained a lot about the café decorations.
Deciding not to let the boy know who he was, he had told Jin that he worked as an office boy in Ryonan. /After all/, he reasoned, /it's not like I'm going to see him again anyway, so what does it matter?/
*flashback*
"Kenji!"
He looked up, startled to hear his name. He saw Himiko coming towards him, and he was thankful that Jin was out of earshot. When she reached him, she grinned.
"So how is the rock star today?"
"I'm hardly that," Fujima answered.
"Soon, my dear friend, soon," she grinned. "Hey, look, I'm sorry that things didn't go so well with my brother and all…"
"… it's okay…"
"Found someone else, hmm?" She smiled, and nodded towards where Jin was talking to some people. "I saw you come in together."
"It's nothing like that, I just met him today," Fujima said quickly. "I didn't even tell him who I was."
"Feeling the strains of fame already, eh?" She nodded in a 'I understand' sort of way, and continued, "don't worry, I won't tell." She flashed him a grin before turning serious. "But, I know him, and you better not hurt him, okay? Anyway, I've got to go, I'm only here because the band is performing."
(later that night)
"The next song is for Kenji!" The crowds cheered as Pristine Smut began to play the intro to their next song.
"I don't care if you don't know me
And I don't care if you don't even like me
Can't we just spend tonight together
So I got something to think about tomorrow, oh
So I got something to think about tomorrow" [1]
Fujima stared at his drink, reddening at what Himiko was trying to say to him. /It's nothing like that…/ he told himself, again. He knew there was to be nothing between him and Soichiro.
*end flashback*
That night when they went to Soichiro's apartment, Fujima was shown to the only bedroom while Soichiro changed. Fujima slept in the clothes he wore, since he didn't have anything else. They slept together in a tangle of limbs – there was much passion without sex. [2] Before he slept, Jin touched his lips lightly on Fujima's forehead and whispered good night. Fujima closed his eyes against the tenderness. To him, Soichiro smelled so white and pure. /Another reason I have to forget about him once tomorrow comes/, he thought to himself. /I can't drag him into my life when I'm such a mess/. He snuggled closer as he fell asleep.
The next morning, Fujima turned to look at the boy sleeping next to him. As he had expected, nothing had happened. There was something about Jin that evaded him. He thought that Jin radiated a pureness that he couldn't even begin to describe. His friends had told him that he looked innocent, but after meeting Jin, he felt like he never even knew what innocent meant. He turned to his side to have a better view of the sleeping boy, his fingers tracing the outline of Jin's face.
Pretty…
He was sure that if he actually came on to Jin, the boy wouldn't reject him. But he felt like he couldn't – he knew that it was wrong for someone like him to just come and mess up another person's life just because he felt something was missing from his own.
/Besides, I'm not going to see him anymore./
A beeping noise startled him. He sat up quickly, and his hands went automatically to his orange backpack, which he rummaged for his cell phone. He picked it up.
"Moshi moshi."
"Kenji! Where the heck are you???"
It was Mitsui, of course. Who else. He rolled his eyes.
"Kainan."
Silence. After a few seconds, he thought that he should hang up, then he heard Mitsui's reply. "What the fuck are you doing in Kainan? Do you know that we've been worried about you? Why did you just storm out of the studio like that? And what's with the –"
"Hisashi. I'm going back to Ryonan now, okay? You don't have to worry about me." He hung up before the other boy could reply. He wondered what his friends' reactions would be like when he came back. Hanamichi wouldn't care, as long as he was alive, and was attending practice. Rukawa might be worried, but he wouldn't say anything. Mitsui was mad, and probably would still be when he reached Ryonan. Kiminobu, who's still their sound technician (and Mitsui's boyfriend), would be worried and tell him so.
He looked again at the boy sleeping on the bed. /Should I leave him a note?/ he wondered. Deciding not to, he picked up his backpack and got up to leave.
-tbc-
[1] song: by The Murmurs… I don't remember the title, though..
[2] this line is in the actual story in the zine, I think… I can't be sure as I don't have it with me anymore… but I'm almost sure this exact line is from the zine. So … I don't take credit for it! ^^
The rest of the band will be in the next chapter, don't worry! And… *runs and hides* don't kill me for doing a really strange pairing!!!! Actually, even I'm not really sure that this pairing will work . . . but . . .