Hello there. Thanks for clicking on my story! The pairings aren't going to happen immediately, but they will eventually be Reigisa, Rinharu, and a side of past Makoharu. Flirting happens all around because why not? Oh, and just a small warning, Nagisa cross dressing is going to happen a lot in this fiction. If you don't like that, then please don't read this. As of now, this story will remain at T unless you ask for smut. If that happens, I will warn all of you lovely people.
I don't own Free! If I did, there'd be a whole lot more fan service.
Nagisa pushed open the window to his suite. It was such a beautiful day, he couldn't help himself. He loved the view of the park below. Finally, he was back in Tokyo.
You see, after he got out of college, Nagisa still didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. He decided to travel for a while until he found what he was looking for. It wasn't until he found himself in Los Angeles, California that something called to him. Acting. Nagisa found it exciting and fun. He started by playing as an extra. Because of his bubbly personality, he made the right friends. It only took a year before he landed a leading role in a movie. His career took off from there.
Being back in Japan brought back a thousand memories of his old life. It almost felt like a different person's memories. Or maybe just an old movie he acted in.
Even so, he found that he missed living so simply. Being an actor in the United States was so much more glamorous than being a boy on his high school swim team. Over time, he missed Japan.
When he finally caught a break between film contracts, he decided that returning to visit his family and home would be his best option. It had been too long since his last visit three years ago.
He sighed and continued to gaze out his window. Being famous was fun, but he hated never being a regular person anymore. He missed the little things, like walking to the closest convenience store to buy sweets when he felt like it. Now, he was told what to do and what not to do all the time by his manager. "Eat healthy, small proportions in public. Flirt with this popular actress. Don't go anywhere without your body guard."
All of it was exhausting. He had the most fun while he was filming because he generally loved the roles he took on and dedicated himself to them. Also, the movie premieres were fun, too. But down time between movies was the most annoying. His manager cracked down on him about everything.
Except now. Now, he was in Japan. Nobody was telling him what to do for the next few months. He was going to go back to being Nagisa Hazuki, simple citizen of Japan, if only for three months.
The first thing he was going to do was wander around Tokyo in disguise. He wasn't sure how popular he was around here, but he didn't want to be treated like he was in America.
He took out his long brown wig and brushed out some tangles. He figured going undercover as a girl would be the safest, all things considered. His body guard was still in the US. If he were to run into trouble, he didn't want to think about it. Once he finished brushing out the knots in his wig, he put on his wig cap. Before putting on the wig, he took out green colored contacts.
After he adjusted the wig, he gave himself a good glance over. His frame was small enough to make it work. The bangs and loose curls framed his face just right. Nobody would guess he was a guy. They would think he was a foreigner girl. The only problem he had was the clothes. He wasn't sure what he wanted to wear.
He looked at the clothes he brought. All of their designs could be considered a little girly, but not the actual cuts of them were. The shirts were baggy. The pants didn't hug his hips. He dug around and found his one pair of skinny jeans. These didn't look very girly, though.
Why hadn't he thought it through a little more? He would have to go out and buy some new clothes. He looked through his shirts and found a pink and white striped v-neck t-shirt. It would have to do. He put on a bra and stuffed it carefully before putting the shirt on. Next were the skinny jeans. Lastly were the heels he managed to grab.
He looked kind of like a regular foreigner girl, but the shirt was too baggy to wear heels with. He kicked off the heels and dug around for his tennis shoes. They would work until he had something better to work with.
He grabbed his wallet and iPod before heading out. He was somewhat used to pretending to be a girl. He did this on occasion when he needed an escape from people. His plan to go undercover in Japan was super last minute since it didn't occur to him that he would be recognized here until the hour before he left.
Walking down the street felt great. The people passed by him like he was just any ordinary person on the street. He made his way down to the shopping district in no time. He walked into the first clothing store he saw.
The clothes there were designer, clearly, but he liked them. Price was no issue, either. He grabbed some cute shirts and a skirt or two before heading to the shoe section. He saw some heeled boots and grabbed those. Next to the women's shoes were the jackets and sweaters. A red sweater caught his eye. He put it in his basket with all the other clothing items he liked.
He continued to grab things he liked and put outfits together in his head. Before he knew it, his basket was full of all kinds of things like jewelry, makeup, and nail polish as well as all the clothes. He made sure everything was his size before he paid for it. The lady at the counter gaped at him a little. Nagisa figured he didn't look like the type to have that much money on hand. He handed her the cash before getting his change.
"Bye-bye!" he said with a smile upon leaving. The clothes in the bags he was carrying made him excited. He thoroughly enjoyed trying new styles out when he could. By now, he was used to buying women's clothing, too, so he felt like he could literally wear anything he desired to.
He rushed to his suite to get dressed in something new. As the elevator slowly went up to his floor, he began to shift side to side in anticipation. At last, he arrived onto his floor. Without wasting a second, he ran to his room and unlocked it. He dumped the bags all over the floor and began rifling through it to find what he wanted to wear.
It took him a while to decide, but he settled for a white skirt with black polka dots and back lace underneath with a black sweater that had a white ruffly collar and buttons down the middle. He wore black leggings to just below his knees and some black flats. He pulled his wig into two pony tails and put a white cat hairband around them.
After that, he took out his makeup and put on some cream colored eyeshadow to brighten his eyes. He added brown eyeshadow to his crease and blended it in to look more natural. Then he took out his brown liquid eyeliner and traced his eyes before fanning out in a cat eye style. He added some light pink lipstick and put a bit of peach colored gloss to lighten it.
He was ready to head out. It was about dinner time now, so food would be the first thing he went for. He grabbed a small black shoulder purse he just bought and moved his wallet and iPod there.
He headed back out to the streets of Tokyo. It was a little quieter now, but only a little. It was the middle of summer, so it was a pretty warm evening. As he walked around, his appetite grew. While he waited to cross a street, he saw four teenage boys hanging out and messing around. One of them looked just like Rei, Nagisa had to do a double take. The Rei look-alike was definitely not Rei, but it still made him smile.
Why had they lost contact? Nagisa supposed it was due to the fact that they all went to different universities. Haru was scouted for swimming, and they gave him an offer he couldn't refuse. Makoto encouraged Haru to go, but Makoto himself wasn't accepted. They still talked up until the following year. Nagisa went to the local university while Rei went to a prestigious university that offered him a full scholarship. After that, they tried to talk, but all of their schedules didn't match. Same with their interests. Sure, they all loved to swim still, but long distance, that wasn't much of a conversation starter.
It still made Nagisa sad. He missed them so much. Every time he had picked up the phone, hoping to talk to one of them, he hadn't been able to follow through. His excuse always was that they probably changed their numbers or they wouldn't answer anyway.
He had a vague understanding of how Rin was doing. In the last Olympics two years ago, Rin Matsuoka took first. Haru hadn't been in the Olympics, so Nagisa knew nothing.
He had always been tempted to reach out to Rin, too, but he wasn't sure if Rin wanted him to. Rin never bothered to reach out, either, and Nagisa figured Rin knew he was an actor.
Nagisa was so deep in thought that he nearly got hit by a car. Last minute, he was pushed to the side by another person.
The person who shoved him out of the way asked him something, but Nagisa didn't quite catch it. He couldn't believe his Japanese was actually rusty.
He was about to ask his savior to repeat the question when he saw someone he just had been thinking about... Literally.
"Rin?!" he exclaimed, staring at the red haired man with evident shock on his features. He was wearing a police uniform.
"Oh, great, a fan," he mumbled grouchily before pulling Nagisa up. It was clear that Rin didn't recognize him. A little giggle escaped his lips as he stood up.
"I'm not a fan, exactly," Nagisa replied, still trying to stifle his giggling.
Rin just stared at him like he lost his mind. "Who the hell are you?" he asked.
It took Nagisa a bit longer than he'd admit to understand what he asked. "Aww, you don't recognize me, Rin-chan?" he asked, giving him his devious smile.
Rin's eyebrows scrunched together in annoyance. He took a minute before he said, "I don't know who the hell you are, but you should be thankful I just saved your damn life and don't address me like that."
Nagisa was thoroughly embarrassed at his slowness to catch the words. "You should know who I am, Rin-chan!" he said, jumping onto his shoulder like he used to do.
Realization dawned on Rin's face as he looked at him. "Nagisa?!" he asked, looking stupidly confused.
Again, he failed to suppress a giggle. "Yup! It's me!"
"What's with the appearance?" Rin asked, shoving him off his shoulder.
"It's a disguise, Rin-chan," he replied. "I'm famous now." Nagisa hated how basic he was speaking... He sounded so awkward, even to his own ears.
"What?" Rin asked dumbly. "And why do you have an accent?"
Nagisa sighed before replying. He also used the time to figure out what he was going to say. "I'm a famous actor in America now! I don't want to be seen or followed."
"Oh," Rin said, staring at Nagisa up and down, like he was inspecting him. "That explains a lot."
"Aww, don't be so mean! Do you want to join me for dinner?" Nagisa asked, desperately hoping he'd say yes. It felt great to talk to him again. It felt so normal that it was refreshingly so.
He hesitated, but said, "I get off in an hour. Why don't you tell me wherever you're staying and I'll pick you up after my shift?"
Nagisa nodded furiously. "I'd love that, Rin-chan!" He said where he was staying and what floor he was on.
"Okay, when I pick you up, promise you won't be wearing this ridiculous get up." Rin still stared at his outfit like it was the weirdest thing on the planet.
"I can't promise that! I seriously don't want to be found out!" Nagisa excaimed.
"You haven't changed," Rin said with a smirk. "At least promise me you'll dress as a guy."
Nagisa frowned, but sighed. Rin knew he was giving in. "I did bring a shorter wig, too..."
"See you later, Nagisa," Rin said before he walked away.
"Thanks for saving me!" Nagisa shouted at his old friend. He could easily imagine Rin smirking even though he couldn't see it.
Nagisa smiled deviously as he thought of his next disguise. He had about one hour.
...
Nagisa just finished getting dressed in his newest get up when Rin knocked on the door. "One second!" he shouted as he adjusted the wig on his head a little. After that, he shot up to get the door.
He'd never forget Rin's face when he answered the door. He giggled as he spun around. "What do you think?"
Rin gaped at Nagisa's ridiculous outfit. He was wearing tight leather pants that left nothing to the imagination. He also had on a white tanktop with something written on it in English. He probably could have made it out, but it was mostly covered by a bulky leather jacket. His hair, or rather wig, was jet black, but more or less looked like his normal hair. He kept the green contacts in.
"What are you wearing?" Rin blanched, wondering how he was comfortable wearing that.
"I told you, I don't want to be recognized! If I dress like normal, people might know it's me!"
"You're being ridiculous," Rin said. "At least ditch the leather jacket and the weird shirt." Secretly, Rin liked those leather pants. Nagisa's ass looked great in them.
"But I wanna go out like this!" Nagisa whined, giving him a puppy dog pout that looked hilarious with his outfit.
"No. I don't want to be seen with you dressed like that!" Rin demanded.
"Aww, you're no fun. Fine, I'll change my shirt." Nagisa tossed off the leather jacket, which smelled new, and he could clearly see the writing on the shirt now. It said "Speed Limit 69 MPH." Even Rin knew what it meant. He blushed and was happy when Nagisa tossed off the shirt. He put on a hot pink and black plaid over sized long sleeve shirt instead.
"Oi, what's with the punk look?" he inquired with one eyebrow up.
"I don't normally dress like this, so it'll be hard to recognize me!" Nagisa said, retying his leather boot that managed to come undone.
"Whatever, let's get going," Rin urged. He was starving. "I know just the place to take you."
"Ooh, where are we going?" Nagisa asked, following Rin out of his room.
...
Rin ended up taking Nagisa to a cool club called Neon Butterfly. At first, Nagisa was surprised how the first floor was just a restaurant. Below it was the club part of the establishment. It lived up to its name. The walls were an array of bright colors. Purple butterflies decorated the walls every so often. The lights changed colors every few minutes. Bright colors always attracted Nagisa, so he was very excited about the decor.
Nagisa was a little surprised to find out that Rin had made reservations for the VIP area. Apparently, the host knew him by name, too. "Only the two of you this evening, Matsuoka? Is it a special occasion?" the host asked casually, like he was comfortable being around Rin.
"It is, Kinoshita. This is an old friend of mine. He just returned from the states. We'd like the best he has to offer. Oh, and be sure to mention the name Hazuki, okay?"
"Not a problem, Matsuoka," Kinoshita replied with a wink. "Right this way." The two of them followed the host, and Nagisa couldn't shake the impression that Rin had a surprise in store for him.
There you have it. Chapter one! Anyway, who do you think is the mysterious "he" that Rin was talking about?
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