Disclaimer: Gravitation is an awesome shounen ai anime and manga made
by the cool Murakami-sama and could never have been thought by myself.
I just do this for the fun of it...
Mienai
by Yui Miyamoto
["Ne? Ne?" A chibi Shuichi pulls on the author's sleeve.
She kneels to look at him on eye-level. "Yes, Shuichi-kun?"
"What can't they see again? I don't understand..." He put his index
into his mouth and gave this
'I-don't-get-it-at-all-please-tell-me-look'. "You just agreed with me last time!"
"What I meant was that the audience will see behind the scenes stuff."
"Ohhhhh..." he nodded.
She smiles and pushes him to go back to Yuki.
"Wah!" he bursts out. "He might pounce on me again!"
The author looks around and pushes him cautiously to his dressing room.
Whispering to his ear she said, "Shuichi-kun, you're not supposed to
tell me stuff like that!"
"Demo, demo!" he chewed on his shirt with tears about to fall.
The twinkle in her eye..."Can't...resist...such...Awww~!"
*HUG*
"Sucker," Shuichi smiled at the audience while whispering behind her
back, "She loves cuteness!"
"Shuichi! I heard that!" the author shouts but still hugs him.]
Take two - Have mine eyes deceived me?!
Vroom! Vroom!
The cast is arriving at the studio for yet another day of shooting, but
someone's motorcycle was making too much noise. All knew who that
belonged to and continued to ignore it.
VROOM! VROOM! Click. Off.
With a click on the ground, his heavy boots leaned on the level ground
though he was still on his bike. Next, taking off his helmet, the cute
bishounen of a biker pushed off his bike. And, he stood there with his
helmet under one arm.
"Sakano-san! Sakano-san!" one of the make-up artists called to him.
"It's your turn for make up!"
He nodded his head and walked in her direction. "Okay."
While walking, he took off his leather gloves with his teeth and
entered the make-up room. Rolling down his sleeve to cover the 'dragon' tatoo on his arm, he smiled and waited for his transformation to begin.
"And you wondered why I never showed anything?" He smiled. "Heh."
Who knew?
[Yes, the author has an affinity for leather and gloves that come out
with teeth helping it come off...no innuendos intended. Really!
Author grabs a Ryuichi chibi that has an evil smirk on its face.
"No wonder she likes you, Ryu-chan!" Chibi Shuichi popped out again.
"Hey!" The author poked her two index fingers and blushed still
holding the Ryuichi chibi in her arms.]
A boy who HATED being late for ANYTHING was leaning on the back wall of
the studio. His cap shadowed his face as he stood there with folded
arms and his script laying on the steps.
"He seems like such a weakling," he insulted loudly.
"Fujisaki-san! Fujisaki-san! Please report to the script room
please!" the speakers had announced. "If you are already in the vicinity,
please report to the script room, Fujisaki-san!"
"Bah." He replied to the speakers overhead and took his script with
him.
When he entered the script room, there were the group of screenwriters
that were going to once again lecture him.
"Fujisaki-san!" the head writer shouted at him. "How many times must I
tell you to come in with decent clothing?"
"This IS decent." He protested like any rebellious sixteen-year-old
bad boy. "Just because I wear torn jeans and a white tank top doesn't
mean I don't know how to do my job."
[Smooth...]
"Well, anyway, practice the lines I just gave you yesterday."
He rolled his eyes and looked at the head writer. "Oh, okay."
Then, he began presenting his lines.
"Make your voice squeak a little more. And don't slouch so much.
You're supposed to be the 'professional' one of the whole group, though you don't show up a lot."
He cooly put his arm on the long table and nodded his head while eyeing
them all. "Not professional?" he thought to himself. "I'll show you."
Breathing through his teeth, coolly, he delivered his lines without a
flaw.
"Wow, he did it correctly."
Waving his hand as he walked out of the room, he smirked. "Heh."
On the other side of the set, they were already shooting...
"Cut!" the director said but with no harsh ridges.
"Eh heh heh." K looked up and smiled while scratching his head with
his index finger. "I dropped it again."
"Hiro-san? Can you help him with the guns again?" the assistant
director asked kindly. "Thanks."
Hiro nodded and smoothly took the guns from K. "See, you've got to do
this with charisma. You take both of your hands..."
As the staff watched Hiro once again take the guns and do some tricks
to tease them, he handed them back to K with a smile. "See? There's
nothing to it."
"And where did you learn that Hiro-san?" K asked while closing his eyes
and poking him on the shoulder unconvinced.
"Let's just say that I get training from my night job." He grinned
connivingly.
"Ah, sou." But he again shook his head. "You know I oppose this gun
thing...?"
"Okay, Gravitation episode..."
Click.
The scene started again and K quickly took out the guns and was
pointing them at Shuichi when this time it slipped out of his hands while rotating it in his hands.
"Gomen!" He once again said. "I can't see with these dark shades on!"
The director sighed. "Give him a bigger gun and lighter tinted
glasses. Now!"
A bigger, black gun landed into his lap along with new sunglasses.
"Now use this instead. Just stand there and look cool with the
shades..."
"Gravitation episode..."
Click.
"Okay, Yuki, sit there on the couch and do the scene again."
He nodded understandingly.
As the scene opened with a Yuki that had only one button as he spread
his two arms over the top of the couch, he kept his look of demure to
perfection...well, that's to say before the guy sneezed.
"Yukiiii!!!!" and this was NOT the voice of Shuichi...
Blink, blink. "I'm sorry, but it's so cold like this! Can't I button
one more?!" He pleaded. "How do guys wear stuff like this?"
"NO!! You're a bishounen who's supposed to tease the audience like
that!" the director shouted. "For the last time! Get this right!"
He nodded his head genkily. (Was there such a word?)
"Gravitation episode..."
Click.
The scene again opened with Yuki on the couch. Everything was looking
very sexy next to him, especially Yuki himself...until he dropped his
lit cigarette on the couch.
"ACK!" the director shouted in anger.
"I'll get it right this time!" he promised with a victory sign and
not-so-convincing smile.
Ryuichi came up to the stage and put his hand up while the other one
remained in his pant pocket. "I'll handle this. Give me a moment."
He sat by Yuki and shook his head. Then, he swapped him on the head
again. "How many times do I have to teach you this?!"
"I said I was sorry!"
"You genki people are driving me nuts..." Ryuichi mumbled and cringed
at himself playing the exact opposite of his real life character. "Yuki and I are helping each other, I guess."
He sighed and looked directly at Yuki. "Okay. I'm doing this only ONE
MORE TIME," he coolly said in his low tone.
"Okay, okay!" Yuki responded while sweatdropping.
Ryuichi undid his shirt with only one button still buttoned and sat on
the couch. With his legs crossed he took a cigarette and lit it.
Then, he glared at Yuki.
Everyone sat there for a moment regarding the charasmatic aura in the
air that Ryuichi brought into the scene.
"Got that, Yuki?" He got up from the couch and patted Yuki's shoulder
while passing him and left the stage.
"Oh wow..." the director said. Then, he snapped out of his mesmerized
state to shout. "G-good job, Ryuichi-san!"
But inside he thought, "Now if I weren't a guy, I'd...*gulp*
Anyway..."
As Ryuichi left the scene he again passed by Tatsuha. Tatsuha was
looking at him from the corner of his eyes, but Ryuichi stuck his arm out in front of him. Looking from side to side, he grabbed Tatsuha's collar and lightly pushed him up on the wall of the hallway while no one was looking. "Koko. Ima. Tatsuha."
"H-here? N-now?" Unable to take the incredibly rush of blood to his
head, Tatsuha once again fainted from Ryuichi's advance.
"Maybe another day?" Ryuichi shook his head and walked away with his
hands in his pockets. "I REALLY love teasing that boy..."
To be continued...
--
Author's note: I think I'm getting worse and worse with shounen ai as
the days go by...^_~
But I'm not protesting!
*drooling over Ryuichi* Damn man! Why'd he have to be so fine~?!
Speaking of which, isn't that the question for almost all bishounen? Heh.
Two dimensional is good...*laughs*
by the cool Murakami-sama and could never have been thought by myself.
I just do this for the fun of it...
Mienai
by Yui Miyamoto
["Ne? Ne?" A chibi Shuichi pulls on the author's sleeve.
She kneels to look at him on eye-level. "Yes, Shuichi-kun?"
"What can't they see again? I don't understand..." He put his index
into his mouth and gave this
'I-don't-get-it-at-all-please-tell-me-look'. "You just agreed with me last time!"
"What I meant was that the audience will see behind the scenes stuff."
"Ohhhhh..." he nodded.
She smiles and pushes him to go back to Yuki.
"Wah!" he bursts out. "He might pounce on me again!"
The author looks around and pushes him cautiously to his dressing room.
Whispering to his ear she said, "Shuichi-kun, you're not supposed to
tell me stuff like that!"
"Demo, demo!" he chewed on his shirt with tears about to fall.
The twinkle in her eye..."Can't...resist...such...Awww~!"
*HUG*
"Sucker," Shuichi smiled at the audience while whispering behind her
back, "She loves cuteness!"
"Shuichi! I heard that!" the author shouts but still hugs him.]
Take two - Have mine eyes deceived me?!
Vroom! Vroom!
The cast is arriving at the studio for yet another day of shooting, but
someone's motorcycle was making too much noise. All knew who that
belonged to and continued to ignore it.
VROOM! VROOM! Click. Off.
With a click on the ground, his heavy boots leaned on the level ground
though he was still on his bike. Next, taking off his helmet, the cute
bishounen of a biker pushed off his bike. And, he stood there with his
helmet under one arm.
"Sakano-san! Sakano-san!" one of the make-up artists called to him.
"It's your turn for make up!"
He nodded his head and walked in her direction. "Okay."
While walking, he took off his leather gloves with his teeth and
entered the make-up room. Rolling down his sleeve to cover the 'dragon' tatoo on his arm, he smiled and waited for his transformation to begin.
"And you wondered why I never showed anything?" He smiled. "Heh."
Who knew?
[Yes, the author has an affinity for leather and gloves that come out
with teeth helping it come off...no innuendos intended. Really!
Author grabs a Ryuichi chibi that has an evil smirk on its face.
"No wonder she likes you, Ryu-chan!" Chibi Shuichi popped out again.
"Hey!" The author poked her two index fingers and blushed still
holding the Ryuichi chibi in her arms.]
A boy who HATED being late for ANYTHING was leaning on the back wall of
the studio. His cap shadowed his face as he stood there with folded
arms and his script laying on the steps.
"He seems like such a weakling," he insulted loudly.
"Fujisaki-san! Fujisaki-san! Please report to the script room
please!" the speakers had announced. "If you are already in the vicinity,
please report to the script room, Fujisaki-san!"
"Bah." He replied to the speakers overhead and took his script with
him.
When he entered the script room, there were the group of screenwriters
that were going to once again lecture him.
"Fujisaki-san!" the head writer shouted at him. "How many times must I
tell you to come in with decent clothing?"
"This IS decent." He protested like any rebellious sixteen-year-old
bad boy. "Just because I wear torn jeans and a white tank top doesn't
mean I don't know how to do my job."
[Smooth...]
"Well, anyway, practice the lines I just gave you yesterday."
He rolled his eyes and looked at the head writer. "Oh, okay."
Then, he began presenting his lines.
"Make your voice squeak a little more. And don't slouch so much.
You're supposed to be the 'professional' one of the whole group, though you don't show up a lot."
He cooly put his arm on the long table and nodded his head while eyeing
them all. "Not professional?" he thought to himself. "I'll show you."
Breathing through his teeth, coolly, he delivered his lines without a
flaw.
"Wow, he did it correctly."
Waving his hand as he walked out of the room, he smirked. "Heh."
On the other side of the set, they were already shooting...
"Cut!" the director said but with no harsh ridges.
"Eh heh heh." K looked up and smiled while scratching his head with
his index finger. "I dropped it again."
"Hiro-san? Can you help him with the guns again?" the assistant
director asked kindly. "Thanks."
Hiro nodded and smoothly took the guns from K. "See, you've got to do
this with charisma. You take both of your hands..."
As the staff watched Hiro once again take the guns and do some tricks
to tease them, he handed them back to K with a smile. "See? There's
nothing to it."
"And where did you learn that Hiro-san?" K asked while closing his eyes
and poking him on the shoulder unconvinced.
"Let's just say that I get training from my night job." He grinned
connivingly.
"Ah, sou." But he again shook his head. "You know I oppose this gun
thing...?"
"Okay, Gravitation episode..."
Click.
The scene started again and K quickly took out the guns and was
pointing them at Shuichi when this time it slipped out of his hands while rotating it in his hands.
"Gomen!" He once again said. "I can't see with these dark shades on!"
The director sighed. "Give him a bigger gun and lighter tinted
glasses. Now!"
A bigger, black gun landed into his lap along with new sunglasses.
"Now use this instead. Just stand there and look cool with the
shades..."
"Gravitation episode..."
Click.
"Okay, Yuki, sit there on the couch and do the scene again."
He nodded understandingly.
As the scene opened with a Yuki that had only one button as he spread
his two arms over the top of the couch, he kept his look of demure to
perfection...well, that's to say before the guy sneezed.
"Yukiiii!!!!" and this was NOT the voice of Shuichi...
Blink, blink. "I'm sorry, but it's so cold like this! Can't I button
one more?!" He pleaded. "How do guys wear stuff like this?"
"NO!! You're a bishounen who's supposed to tease the audience like
that!" the director shouted. "For the last time! Get this right!"
He nodded his head genkily. (Was there such a word?)
"Gravitation episode..."
Click.
The scene again opened with Yuki on the couch. Everything was looking
very sexy next to him, especially Yuki himself...until he dropped his
lit cigarette on the couch.
"ACK!" the director shouted in anger.
"I'll get it right this time!" he promised with a victory sign and
not-so-convincing smile.
Ryuichi came up to the stage and put his hand up while the other one
remained in his pant pocket. "I'll handle this. Give me a moment."
He sat by Yuki and shook his head. Then, he swapped him on the head
again. "How many times do I have to teach you this?!"
"I said I was sorry!"
"You genki people are driving me nuts..." Ryuichi mumbled and cringed
at himself playing the exact opposite of his real life character. "Yuki and I are helping each other, I guess."
He sighed and looked directly at Yuki. "Okay. I'm doing this only ONE
MORE TIME," he coolly said in his low tone.
"Okay, okay!" Yuki responded while sweatdropping.
Ryuichi undid his shirt with only one button still buttoned and sat on
the couch. With his legs crossed he took a cigarette and lit it.
Then, he glared at Yuki.
Everyone sat there for a moment regarding the charasmatic aura in the
air that Ryuichi brought into the scene.
"Got that, Yuki?" He got up from the couch and patted Yuki's shoulder
while passing him and left the stage.
"Oh wow..." the director said. Then, he snapped out of his mesmerized
state to shout. "G-good job, Ryuichi-san!"
But inside he thought, "Now if I weren't a guy, I'd...*gulp*
Anyway..."
As Ryuichi left the scene he again passed by Tatsuha. Tatsuha was
looking at him from the corner of his eyes, but Ryuichi stuck his arm out in front of him. Looking from side to side, he grabbed Tatsuha's collar and lightly pushed him up on the wall of the hallway while no one was looking. "Koko. Ima. Tatsuha."
"H-here? N-now?" Unable to take the incredibly rush of blood to his
head, Tatsuha once again fainted from Ryuichi's advance.
"Maybe another day?" Ryuichi shook his head and walked away with his
hands in his pockets. "I REALLY love teasing that boy..."
To be continued...
--
Author's note: I think I'm getting worse and worse with shounen ai as
the days go by...^_~
But I'm not protesting!
*drooling over Ryuichi* Damn man! Why'd he have to be so fine~?!
Speaking of which, isn't that the question for almost all bishounen? Heh.
Two dimensional is good...*laughs*