Title: Sonata
Part: 3/?
Author: Yukijorou
Genre: Yaoi
Pairing: MitRu
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Fanfiction.net
Warning: Kinda OOC? Maybe. *ponders*
Author's Note: 'Winter's Tale' is one of the plays that William Shakespeare had written. ^^;;
Disclaimer: Belongs to Takehiko Inoue, Ta-sama, who is the Ultimate Tensai! ^_^;;
1 Chapter 3: Winter's Tale
Dawn came slowly. the sunlight overwhelming the darkness, and created a new day. Rukawa woke early (much to minna's surprise! ^_^), and changed into a black turtleneck sweater and a designer jacket, and of course, jeans (Don't expect him to run about wearing underwear any day). His coat hung on his arm as he walked down the aisle towards the lift, his eyes hardly able to open. Sunlight from the nearby window along the corridor made it worse. His headache and exhaustion were making him see stars. Well, almost. (^^;;;)
The Sakura trees near the hotel were near bare. Logically, since it was winter. With a pained look, he concentrated on walking towards the elevator instead.
b[Flashback]/b
i Six years ago.
It was winter, just like today. He remembered that he had gotten a cold that day, and Sakuragi had been caring. He had always been there. Beyond that arrogant, egoistic, and immature façade (=Hanamichi: WHO are you talking about ne? -_-+++ =Kaede: You, do'aho. =Yukijorou: ^^;;; Er. let's get on with the story, shall we?), was actually a really warm heart. no matter how he disliked someone, Sakuragi would still try his best to help in times of need.
Rukawa fell in love, and he fell hard. It was easy not to give away his feelings, but it was painful. really painful. He wanted to tell Sakuragi, and cry into his arms and rant, but he could not bring himself to do so. His pride told me not to do so. But in the end, he regretted it. Sakuragi never knew of his feelings till now. He left the team partly because of his inability to even look at Sakuragi without feeling crushed. His fragile heart could not take it if he was rejected.
He had confided to Mitsui once, but he might not remember, as it was a foggy memory, even to him. He cried, for the first time, in front of a person. And Sakuragi. yesterday. was as lovely as ever. even though I didn't feel like seeing him./i
b[End of Flashback]/b
An oba-san was in the lift, next to him, and was chuckling to herself as she looked starry-eyed at him. Out of respect, he smirked inwardly. Finally reaching the lobby, he headed towards the restaurant where the band members and the manager and public relations people were supposed to have breakfast together. Catching sight of two public relations people at the table gesturing him over, he walked over and sat down silently.
One of the public relations people looked familiar. She was new, obviously. She had short brown hair and blue eyes, quite similar to his own, and was wearing glasses. Overall, she looked pretty. The other one was Tanaka Ichiro, whom he saw almost everyday in Tokyo. Tanaka's eyes lit up as he saw Rukawa. "Ohayo gozaimasu, Rukawa-san. Let me introduce. this is our new colleague, Fujima Miyuki." The girl bowed nervously and muttered a "Yoroshiku". at least that was what Rukawa was able to make out.
"Dozo yoroshiku," Rukawa bowed back, speaking coldly. The girl was at the point of breaking down. Tanaka patted her shoulder and smiled warmly. "Daijoubu, Miyuki. Stop being nervous. We are in the midst of a discussion, aren't we?" "Eh. hai," Miyuki blinked at Tanaka, averting Rukawa's icy gaze.
"So the studio has been prepared, hasn't it?"
"Hai. The Music Station host had contacted me last night through e-mail. SS would be second in line. The first one would be Arashi, and after SS would be Ayumi Hamasaki, then Hirai Ken."
The tension was broken as Miyuki started talking about work stuff. Rukawa watched their conversation in interest, but said nothing. Tanaka turned and stared at Rukawa, "Eto. Rukawa, you haven't gone to the buffet table? You can get your food first." He nodded and left them to continue their conversation.
The buffet's theme was American/Continental, it seemed. Rukawa picked some cereal, bread and milk and went back to the table, nicking a couple of jams as he walked. Ryota had just arrived and waved at Rukawa. "Ohayo, Kaede!"
"Ohayo, Ryota."
"Mitsui's going to Music Station to cheer for us, and so is Sakuragi!"
"Sa. Sakuragi?" his voice stammered, and Ryota looked back at him quizzedly. "Anything wrong?" Rukawa shook his head and continued pouring milk into his cornflakes, feeling a little heated and would scream if he could.
Kami-sama. Not again.
"Before that, we're meeting them. The manager decided to change the schedule, so that we can have some free time. I called Sakuragi up just now, and we decided to meet at Shohoku. You must come," Ryota said, smiling. "Haven't been there for a long time. Come on, finish up, we have a train to catch."
"Be back at three, gentlemen!" Tanaka waved as they left after breakfast. Miyuki blinked. "Ne, Tanaka-san. You know that he's from Shohoku High School's basketball, right?"
"Ah, so?"
"And, you know that my onii-chan was from Shoyo High, right?"
"Right. so?"
Miyuki sweatdropped. "I can't believe it. Okay, Shoyo versus Shohoku in Kanagawa Trials, get it?"
"I know! Demo. what's the point of you telling me that?"
A vein appeared on Miyuki's head. "Idiot. Maa. I saw their game. when I was younger. To think I used to develop a crush on Rukawa-san. He's such a. a."
"Ice block, ne?" Tanaka laughed. Miyuki blushed and looked at her fingers that are fidgeting with the fork. "Aa. And he sends chills down my spine. and I thought that he was such a bishounen!"
"He isn't now? SS fans are definitely gonna kill you." Tanaka winked and waved at the arriving Gabriel and Fujimiya.
The train finally stopped at the Shohoku subway (I don't know how long it takes to get from Tokyo to Shohoku. Whatever), and Sakuragi and Mitsui were at the entrance, waiting. Mitsui was wearing a dark green sweater and a black coat, carrying a violin case. looking handsomer than usual (*evil laugh* Spiffy three-pointer! =P), and Sakuragi wore a simple white coat with a mock turtleneck wool sweater inside it. (*imagines* *drool*)
Rukawa blinked and averted his gaze from Sakuragi's. Mitsui looked between them, smiling slightly. He knew. He remembered. Rukawa acknowledged the knowing look Mitsui gave him. Ryota looked confused.
"Iko, minna. Back to high school!" Sakuragi blabbered innocently (Hai, being mature doesn't mean that he's not simple-minded) as he gestured for a cab. "Do'aho. Cabs are expensive." "I know, you and Ryochin are going pay!" Sakuragi grinned wickedly at them. Ryota hit back immediately. "NANI? Why us?" "You two are the super rich rock stars, remember?" Ryota blinked, speechless. Rukawa sighed.
"Very well. It's all on me."
"YOSH!" Everyone cheered as they entered the cab. Mitsui couldn't resist stealing a look at Rukawa, who looked ahead blankly, not speaking.
He looks pretty gorgeous today, ne. He's grown. Grown to be a really, really fine. NANI? What am I.
Mitsui snapped back from his thought and hid a blush by faking a cough, covering most of his cheeks with his gloves. Ryota was still arguing with Sakuragi about their current basketball skill.
"About you being a basketball coach. Funny." Ryota chuckled as Sakuragi fumed and delivered a punch on his head. Ryota blinked, rubbing the swelling of his head. "I'm going on TV later! How can you do that to me? OOH, you inherited the Gori punch! WAHAHAHAHAHA..." "TEME!" Sakuragi glared.
Rukawa grunted. Mitsui rolled his eyes. A vein popped on the cab-driver's head.
Part: 3/?
Author: Yukijorou
Genre: Yaoi
Pairing: MitRu
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Fanfiction.net
Warning: Kinda OOC? Maybe. *ponders*
Author's Note: 'Winter's Tale' is one of the plays that William Shakespeare had written. ^^;;
Disclaimer: Belongs to Takehiko Inoue, Ta-sama, who is the Ultimate Tensai! ^_^;;
1 Chapter 3: Winter's Tale
Dawn came slowly. the sunlight overwhelming the darkness, and created a new day. Rukawa woke early (much to minna's surprise! ^_^), and changed into a black turtleneck sweater and a designer jacket, and of course, jeans (Don't expect him to run about wearing underwear any day). His coat hung on his arm as he walked down the aisle towards the lift, his eyes hardly able to open. Sunlight from the nearby window along the corridor made it worse. His headache and exhaustion were making him see stars. Well, almost. (^^;;;)
The Sakura trees near the hotel were near bare. Logically, since it was winter. With a pained look, he concentrated on walking towards the elevator instead.
b[Flashback]/b
i Six years ago.
It was winter, just like today. He remembered that he had gotten a cold that day, and Sakuragi had been caring. He had always been there. Beyond that arrogant, egoistic, and immature façade (=Hanamichi: WHO are you talking about ne? -_-+++ =Kaede: You, do'aho. =Yukijorou: ^^;;; Er. let's get on with the story, shall we?), was actually a really warm heart. no matter how he disliked someone, Sakuragi would still try his best to help in times of need.
Rukawa fell in love, and he fell hard. It was easy not to give away his feelings, but it was painful. really painful. He wanted to tell Sakuragi, and cry into his arms and rant, but he could not bring himself to do so. His pride told me not to do so. But in the end, he regretted it. Sakuragi never knew of his feelings till now. He left the team partly because of his inability to even look at Sakuragi without feeling crushed. His fragile heart could not take it if he was rejected.
He had confided to Mitsui once, but he might not remember, as it was a foggy memory, even to him. He cried, for the first time, in front of a person. And Sakuragi. yesterday. was as lovely as ever. even though I didn't feel like seeing him./i
b[End of Flashback]/b
An oba-san was in the lift, next to him, and was chuckling to herself as she looked starry-eyed at him. Out of respect, he smirked inwardly. Finally reaching the lobby, he headed towards the restaurant where the band members and the manager and public relations people were supposed to have breakfast together. Catching sight of two public relations people at the table gesturing him over, he walked over and sat down silently.
One of the public relations people looked familiar. She was new, obviously. She had short brown hair and blue eyes, quite similar to his own, and was wearing glasses. Overall, she looked pretty. The other one was Tanaka Ichiro, whom he saw almost everyday in Tokyo. Tanaka's eyes lit up as he saw Rukawa. "Ohayo gozaimasu, Rukawa-san. Let me introduce. this is our new colleague, Fujima Miyuki." The girl bowed nervously and muttered a "Yoroshiku". at least that was what Rukawa was able to make out.
"Dozo yoroshiku," Rukawa bowed back, speaking coldly. The girl was at the point of breaking down. Tanaka patted her shoulder and smiled warmly. "Daijoubu, Miyuki. Stop being nervous. We are in the midst of a discussion, aren't we?" "Eh. hai," Miyuki blinked at Tanaka, averting Rukawa's icy gaze.
"So the studio has been prepared, hasn't it?"
"Hai. The Music Station host had contacted me last night through e-mail. SS would be second in line. The first one would be Arashi, and after SS would be Ayumi Hamasaki, then Hirai Ken."
The tension was broken as Miyuki started talking about work stuff. Rukawa watched their conversation in interest, but said nothing. Tanaka turned and stared at Rukawa, "Eto. Rukawa, you haven't gone to the buffet table? You can get your food first." He nodded and left them to continue their conversation.
The buffet's theme was American/Continental, it seemed. Rukawa picked some cereal, bread and milk and went back to the table, nicking a couple of jams as he walked. Ryota had just arrived and waved at Rukawa. "Ohayo, Kaede!"
"Ohayo, Ryota."
"Mitsui's going to Music Station to cheer for us, and so is Sakuragi!"
"Sa. Sakuragi?" his voice stammered, and Ryota looked back at him quizzedly. "Anything wrong?" Rukawa shook his head and continued pouring milk into his cornflakes, feeling a little heated and would scream if he could.
Kami-sama. Not again.
"Before that, we're meeting them. The manager decided to change the schedule, so that we can have some free time. I called Sakuragi up just now, and we decided to meet at Shohoku. You must come," Ryota said, smiling. "Haven't been there for a long time. Come on, finish up, we have a train to catch."
"Be back at three, gentlemen!" Tanaka waved as they left after breakfast. Miyuki blinked. "Ne, Tanaka-san. You know that he's from Shohoku High School's basketball, right?"
"Ah, so?"
"And, you know that my onii-chan was from Shoyo High, right?"
"Right. so?"
Miyuki sweatdropped. "I can't believe it. Okay, Shoyo versus Shohoku in Kanagawa Trials, get it?"
"I know! Demo. what's the point of you telling me that?"
A vein appeared on Miyuki's head. "Idiot. Maa. I saw their game. when I was younger. To think I used to develop a crush on Rukawa-san. He's such a. a."
"Ice block, ne?" Tanaka laughed. Miyuki blushed and looked at her fingers that are fidgeting with the fork. "Aa. And he sends chills down my spine. and I thought that he was such a bishounen!"
"He isn't now? SS fans are definitely gonna kill you." Tanaka winked and waved at the arriving Gabriel and Fujimiya.
The train finally stopped at the Shohoku subway (I don't know how long it takes to get from Tokyo to Shohoku. Whatever), and Sakuragi and Mitsui were at the entrance, waiting. Mitsui was wearing a dark green sweater and a black coat, carrying a violin case. looking handsomer than usual (*evil laugh* Spiffy three-pointer! =P), and Sakuragi wore a simple white coat with a mock turtleneck wool sweater inside it. (*imagines* *drool*)
Rukawa blinked and averted his gaze from Sakuragi's. Mitsui looked between them, smiling slightly. He knew. He remembered. Rukawa acknowledged the knowing look Mitsui gave him. Ryota looked confused.
"Iko, minna. Back to high school!" Sakuragi blabbered innocently (Hai, being mature doesn't mean that he's not simple-minded) as he gestured for a cab. "Do'aho. Cabs are expensive." "I know, you and Ryochin are going pay!" Sakuragi grinned wickedly at them. Ryota hit back immediately. "NANI? Why us?" "You two are the super rich rock stars, remember?" Ryota blinked, speechless. Rukawa sighed.
"Very well. It's all on me."
"YOSH!" Everyone cheered as they entered the cab. Mitsui couldn't resist stealing a look at Rukawa, who looked ahead blankly, not speaking.
He looks pretty gorgeous today, ne. He's grown. Grown to be a really, really fine. NANI? What am I.
Mitsui snapped back from his thought and hid a blush by faking a cough, covering most of his cheeks with his gloves. Ryota was still arguing with Sakuragi about their current basketball skill.
"About you being a basketball coach. Funny." Ryota chuckled as Sakuragi fumed and delivered a punch on his head. Ryota blinked, rubbing the swelling of his head. "I'm going on TV later! How can you do that to me? OOH, you inherited the Gori punch! WAHAHAHAHAHA..." "TEME!" Sakuragi glared.
Rukawa grunted. Mitsui rolled his eyes. A vein popped on the cab-driver's head.
