Title: Secret Identity 2
Author: Black Rainbow
Chapter: 2/?
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.
Comments: someone asked me about the zine I mentioned in the last chapter – it's called GIRL IN THE HOODIE, and it is by Jill and Becca from… Minnesota, if I'm not mistaken. (I'm studying there this Fall! Whooo! ^__^) Thanks for the reviews!
Chapter 2
Jin woke up alone. He sat up and stared at the tangled blankets. He closed his eyes and felt
the delicate tug of melancholy in him. /Who was that boy?/ he wondered, thinking about
the night before.
When he first saw Kenji come into the store, his breath caught. There was something about
Kenji that he couldn't put his finger on. /Is his name really Kenji? What's his full name?/
A glance at Kenji would make people immediately think, 'innocent.' But he could see from the
easy way Kenji walked, from the intense look in his eyes, and from the weary, disheveled look he
had, that he was anything but. Innocence was a mask.
Jin appreciated masks. He accepted that people learn to use it as they walk through life,
sometimes for the heck of it, but mostly for survival. However, he had never felt the need,
or the want, to do so.
Reopening his eyes slowly, he brought his knees up and hugged himself as he thought about the
strange night he had. He has sensed a boredom, and tiredness, to Kenji. He wondered why was
that. And he wondered why was it that it made him feel like he needed to do something about
it.
He heard a creak as his bedroom door opened, and he turned to look at the small figure of his
older sister. He mentally cursed himself for giving her a spare key to his apartment.
"Soi-chan?"
He gave her a small smile as he greeted her, "Ohayo, 'neesan."
She looked around the room. "Is he here?"
"Hmm?"
"The guy you kept looking at yesterday."
"No."
"Oh." She looked relieved as she came over to sit next to him on the bed. "You know, I worry
about you."
"He left already."
"WHAT?" She blinked. "You mean he WAS here?"
"Hai." He let himself fall back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "I don't see what the
big deal is about." /Just that last night was the strangest, and perhaps the best, night I've
ever had./
"What do you mean, what's the big deal? He could have been anyone! He could have been a mass murderer for all you know!"
He smiled. "He's not," he said softly. She rolled her eyes.
"Well, obviously you'd know that NOW," she said. "But you should -"
"It's not like I'm going to make a habit of it, okay?" he said quietly. "Don't worry about
me."
"..."
"Oneesan, I trusted him. He's okay."
"You trust everyone."
He was silent as he pondered over that. Was he too trusting? "Maybe," he answered out loud.
"Probably I am."
"You are. That's why I ha-"
"Don't worry about me," he interrupted.
"Whatever," she said lightly, letting it go. "You want me to make you breakfast before I
leave?"
"Sure," he said without thinking about it. He wondered what Kenji was doing at the moment.
"What do you think you're doing, just blowing off practice like that?? And to go to Kainan! What's in Kainan that you have to see so much?"
Fujima shrugged. "I found this really good cafe."
Hanamichi snorted at that. Both him and Fujima watched curiously as Mitsui's face turned from red to purple in anger. Fujima then glanced at Kiminobu - as he had expected, the bespectacled boy was looking at him with concern. He offered Kiminobu a smile and turned back to look at Mitsui, who looked too angry to find the words to express it.
"Kenji is alright now, so don't be so hard on him," a smooth voice interrupted. They turned to see their manager, Sendoh Akira, walking in. "If you needed a break, you could have said so, you know," he continued.
Fujima shook his head. "No, it's okay. It's just that that day..."
Sendoh grinned. "I heard that the band caused chaos in the studio."
"That's an understatement," Mitsui muttered, remembering the fight between Hanamichi and him, and the one between Hanamichi and Rukawa, and the one between Hanamichi and one of the crewmembers. Hanamichi glared at him. Sendoh's eyes twinkled in amusement.
Deciding to change the subject, Fujima asked Sendoh, "why weren't you here yesterday?"
"Oh, I had to do something," he smiled mysteriously. "Yet again, I am the bearer of good news."
"Oh, tell us already," Mitsui muttered. "Spare us the suspense."
"Well, I've been talking to Maki, and we think that a month is enough for you to get ready for your first tour." His smile grew wider as he looked around, anticipating their reactions.
"What?"
"You're kidding."
"..."
Hanamichi just walked over to him and planted a kiss on his lips. "I knew it," Hanamichi murmured. Now his hair was just above his shoulders; the rest of his hair had used to make a wig for himself. It was Sendoh's idea – as they had decided on continuing the charade that Hanamichi was a girl, Hanamichi would have to wear the wig whenever he was to be Miyamoto Hana (his stage name).
Sendoh's arms snaked around Hanamichi's waist. "I think this is my favorite reaction so far," he said.
Fujima felt slight envy as he watched the two boys when he felt a tap on his shoulders. He turned to look at his cousin, who had been listening to them silently since he walked into the studio.
"Are you okay?" Rukawa asked quietly.
"Yeah." He nodded. "I was just irritated with Mitsui - he thinks that we all have to always tell each other where we are or something."
"He worries about you," his cousin said simply. Fujima was taken aback. /Mitsui? Worry about someone other than himself or Kiminobu?/
"I don't think so.." he started to say.
"You haven't been yourself lately," Rukawa elaborated. "All of us worried."
"Yeah, right."
"..."
Fujima sighed. "I'm sorry if you were worried, but I'm okay, okay?"
"..."
He just shook his head and tried to catch the words Sendoh was addressing to them. All that he caught was "more photoshoots..." and "..magazine.." And "Androgynous Zone."
He frowned, trying to at least appear attentive. He wondered if Soichiro was having a more pleasant morning at the cafe.
- tbc -
Author: Black Rainbow
Chapter: 2/?
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.
Comments: someone asked me about the zine I mentioned in the last chapter – it's called GIRL IN THE HOODIE, and it is by Jill and Becca from… Minnesota, if I'm not mistaken. (I'm studying there this Fall! Whooo! ^__^) Thanks for the reviews!
Chapter 2
Jin woke up alone. He sat up and stared at the tangled blankets. He closed his eyes and felt
the delicate tug of melancholy in him. /Who was that boy?/ he wondered, thinking about
the night before.
When he first saw Kenji come into the store, his breath caught. There was something about
Kenji that he couldn't put his finger on. /Is his name really Kenji? What's his full name?/
A glance at Kenji would make people immediately think, 'innocent.' But he could see from the
easy way Kenji walked, from the intense look in his eyes, and from the weary, disheveled look he
had, that he was anything but. Innocence was a mask.
Jin appreciated masks. He accepted that people learn to use it as they walk through life,
sometimes for the heck of it, but mostly for survival. However, he had never felt the need,
or the want, to do so.
Reopening his eyes slowly, he brought his knees up and hugged himself as he thought about the
strange night he had. He has sensed a boredom, and tiredness, to Kenji. He wondered why was
that. And he wondered why was it that it made him feel like he needed to do something about
it.
He heard a creak as his bedroom door opened, and he turned to look at the small figure of his
older sister. He mentally cursed himself for giving her a spare key to his apartment.
"Soi-chan?"
He gave her a small smile as he greeted her, "Ohayo, 'neesan."
She looked around the room. "Is he here?"
"Hmm?"
"The guy you kept looking at yesterday."
"No."
"Oh." She looked relieved as she came over to sit next to him on the bed. "You know, I worry
about you."
"He left already."
"WHAT?" She blinked. "You mean he WAS here?"
"Hai." He let himself fall back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "I don't see what the
big deal is about." /Just that last night was the strangest, and perhaps the best, night I've
ever had./
"What do you mean, what's the big deal? He could have been anyone! He could have been a mass murderer for all you know!"
He smiled. "He's not," he said softly. She rolled her eyes.
"Well, obviously you'd know that NOW," she said. "But you should -"
"It's not like I'm going to make a habit of it, okay?" he said quietly. "Don't worry about
me."
"..."
"Oneesan, I trusted him. He's okay."
"You trust everyone."
He was silent as he pondered over that. Was he too trusting? "Maybe," he answered out loud.
"Probably I am."
"You are. That's why I ha-"
"Don't worry about me," he interrupted.
"Whatever," she said lightly, letting it go. "You want me to make you breakfast before I
leave?"
"Sure," he said without thinking about it. He wondered what Kenji was doing at the moment.
"What do you think you're doing, just blowing off practice like that?? And to go to Kainan! What's in Kainan that you have to see so much?"
Fujima shrugged. "I found this really good cafe."
Hanamichi snorted at that. Both him and Fujima watched curiously as Mitsui's face turned from red to purple in anger. Fujima then glanced at Kiminobu - as he had expected, the bespectacled boy was looking at him with concern. He offered Kiminobu a smile and turned back to look at Mitsui, who looked too angry to find the words to express it.
"Kenji is alright now, so don't be so hard on him," a smooth voice interrupted. They turned to see their manager, Sendoh Akira, walking in. "If you needed a break, you could have said so, you know," he continued.
Fujima shook his head. "No, it's okay. It's just that that day..."
Sendoh grinned. "I heard that the band caused chaos in the studio."
"That's an understatement," Mitsui muttered, remembering the fight between Hanamichi and him, and the one between Hanamichi and Rukawa, and the one between Hanamichi and one of the crewmembers. Hanamichi glared at him. Sendoh's eyes twinkled in amusement.
Deciding to change the subject, Fujima asked Sendoh, "why weren't you here yesterday?"
"Oh, I had to do something," he smiled mysteriously. "Yet again, I am the bearer of good news."
"Oh, tell us already," Mitsui muttered. "Spare us the suspense."
"Well, I've been talking to Maki, and we think that a month is enough for you to get ready for your first tour." His smile grew wider as he looked around, anticipating their reactions.
"What?"
"You're kidding."
"..."
Hanamichi just walked over to him and planted a kiss on his lips. "I knew it," Hanamichi murmured. Now his hair was just above his shoulders; the rest of his hair had used to make a wig for himself. It was Sendoh's idea – as they had decided on continuing the charade that Hanamichi was a girl, Hanamichi would have to wear the wig whenever he was to be Miyamoto Hana (his stage name).
Sendoh's arms snaked around Hanamichi's waist. "I think this is my favorite reaction so far," he said.
Fujima felt slight envy as he watched the two boys when he felt a tap on his shoulders. He turned to look at his cousin, who had been listening to them silently since he walked into the studio.
"Are you okay?" Rukawa asked quietly.
"Yeah." He nodded. "I was just irritated with Mitsui - he thinks that we all have to always tell each other where we are or something."
"He worries about you," his cousin said simply. Fujima was taken aback. /Mitsui? Worry about someone other than himself or Kiminobu?/
"I don't think so.." he started to say.
"You haven't been yourself lately," Rukawa elaborated. "All of us worried."
"Yeah, right."
"..."
Fujima sighed. "I'm sorry if you were worried, but I'm okay, okay?"
"..."
He just shook his head and tried to catch the words Sendoh was addressing to them. All that he caught was "more photoshoots..." and "..magazine.." And "Androgynous Zone."
He frowned, trying to at least appear attentive. He wondered if Soichiro was having a more pleasant morning at the cafe.
- tbc -