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The Game of Love

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 14:57:18 GMT

The Game of Love

Title: The Game of Love
Type: Album (multi-chaptered)
Author: Me! That’s foreverzutto to you :DDD
Pairings: Yamapi x OC (Akane), Matsumoto Jun x Rina Yamashita
Warning: As always, unbeta-ed
Disclaimer: Don't own anybody/anything except the plot and OC. Although I totally wish I could own Yamapi and MatsuJun... *sigh* And I'm SORRY for pairing Rina up with MatsuJun. Just though it would be fun to write about it. Gomen, Rina, Yamapi (and thei mom :D) and MatsuJun! However, this is FICTIONAL (duh, which is why it's called a fanfic!). Please credit me if you want to repost this anywhere else >.< Arigatou :DDD
Rating: PG13
Summary: Yamapi’s going to get married! Only, it’s not by true love but a CONTRACT marriage!!!??? And did Yamapi just see his sister holding hands with *gasp* MATSUMOTO JUN?!

Once this contract is endorsed properly, signed in front of a valid witness, it shall not be terminated until the date of expiry as printed on the contract.

“But why do I have to marry NOW?” Yamashita Tomohisa argued.

“Because you just have to. It’s part of what our family does. I got married at the age of NINETEEN, Yamapi, and your reputation is quite bad. A wife will do you good,” his mother calmly explained.

“But I’m only twenty-four this year. You can’t do this to me! I’m NOT gonna be like Nakajima Yuuto! And this certainly isn’t a Yamashita tradition. Don’t think you can convince me to go by traditions,” Yamapi protested, “And no one told me about this tradition, so no way am I following it, sorry Mom.”

“Tomohisa!” his mother butted in.

The room fell silent. When his mother called him by his first name, it meant business.

“You promised to hand down the traditions. Now this is one. Get a wife in a month, Yamashita,” she continued and left the room.

Yamapi sighed, “What do you think, Rina?” he asked his sister, who had been wordlessly kneeling beside him while the conversation had been going on.

“Find someone Grandma approves of in a month, or ELSE,” she finally said, before she retired to her bedroom.

Yamapi collasped in sheer exhaustion.

Oh brother!

Himawari

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 09:37:19 GMT

New one I did recently...Comments are loved! :))

Title: Himawari
Type: Single (aka one-shot)
Author: me! That's foreverzutto to you *wink*
Genre: Romance...Tragedy
Pairings: Unfortunately, none...there never will be from me unless it's something to do with Ohnomiya or TegoPi! :))
Characters: Yamapi (yes, he's a lone character in this one)
Word count: 2110 words (excluding song lyrics)
Warning: unbeta-ed (on LJ)
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone except for the plot and OC. The song, Himawari is not mine either. Johnny Kitagawa and Yamashita Tomohisa own it. Yes, I only own Yamapi in when I'm asleep. Please credit me and if you want to repost this anywhere else, please ask me first ^^ Onegaishimasu... ^.^
Summary: Letting it go.

."I hope you'll always chase
The vapor trail across the blue sky
We're not together, but I pray
Our days will never disappear
The sunflower reaches towards the sky
I wonder if I'll be able to fly to you on the other side"

Sunflowers.

Do you remember, when we were young, we used to chase each other until we got to this hill? We always did that before the summer festival, and our parents used to always scold us. Do you remember that the hill would always be cloaked in yellow? You used to tell me that it was a message from God, as if he was asking the world to welcome the new season, do you still remember? Yamapi wondered.

He walked slowly amongst the numerous rows of flowers on the hill, letting the gentle, warm breeze brush against his face. Yamapi looked up. The sky was the color of burning ember.

Well, anyway. When we first entered elementary school together, I lost my lunchbox, actually, I was bullied. I still can recall so vividly how you stood up for me. Ne…arigatou. You used to laugh every time I related the story about the boy in kindergarten who thought I was a girl. “Sou desu ne! You act like a girl sometimes and look exactly like one!” you would often tell me.

Ah, those memories.

Yamapi continued to stroll amidst the sunflowers, closing his eyes every once and again,
breathing in the warm air that surrounded him. It reminded him of those times…those times when happiness came so easily despite everything. Carefully, he picked out the most perfect sunflower he could find, lifting it from the field, cautious of how delicate it was.

Hey, in junior high, do you know what you said to me? You told me that you liked me. I’m sorry when I laughed at you. I-I just didn’t know how to express my feelings then. I hope you understand. Hopefully, in junior high 2 you still returned my feelings. Ah, you held my hand all the way home, didn’t you? The feeling of it felt so natural to me. When I was accepted into Johnny’s, no matter how many times I missed classes or when I backed down on everything, you forced me to stand on my feet, yet you supported me in everything that I did.

Even after your first fall.

Why did you say that it was all right? You were always saying that you were all right, but they were lies- you were never okay, but you made sure that you didn’t worry any of us.

Yamapi stopped abruptly and slowly, he clenched his fists. Why?

He fought the tears that were about to fall.

That made us think that it was nothing. But you kept on having accidents out of nowhere, at anytime. During our junior high graduation day, you were so ill, down with a fever, that you had to practically drag yourself to attend the ceremony despite it all. By the end of it, you were so pale and could barely walk, yet you carried on with the celebrations. After that, hah, we had to send you to the hospital because you were so sick. It was so sudden.

Within a week, the doctors found out that you had contracted leukemia. It was quite impossible, but...I guess it just happened.

I didn’t know what to do after that.

The consequences of such a thing, I knew it was no good, but I prayed with all my might that you would be able to be with me forever.

One by one, the tears started to roll down Yamapi’s cheeks. He could control them no longer. Even trying to remember what had happened turned out to be such a difficult thing to do for him. No matter how hard Yamapi tried, he just couldn’t let it go.

"The same old road home, your tiny hand in mine
Your face when you laughed innocently at trivial things

Sometimes I said things that weren't in my heart, like "I hate you"
It was that sort of clumsy love
But you always accepted me"

In high school, it was the first time I ever told you I hated you. I’m sorry I ever said that. I just didn’t know what came over me. I guess I was just angry that you refused to go and seek treatment for your illness. However, you still accepted everything about me. My love to you, my character. Everything…And there and then, we had our first kiss. It was innocent love coming from both of us, but I treasured every moment of it. Remember how we used to visit that park near school? It’s still there despite the many years it has stood there. Now that you’re not by my side anymore, it seems to have changed colors. Even though it’s summer, the leaves of the tree which you carved our name on is no longer green, but the color of autumn.

During the second year of high school, you collapsed. You had to be admitted to the hospital and when I came to visit you, you couldn’t stop crying. “I can’t follow you to see the himawari this year, Tomo-kun,” you cried. In the end, we snuck out of the hospital with you on my back. Although we did manage to see the sunflowers, you still couldn’t stop crying. Ne, were you that happy? Or were you sad that you were sick? To think that you said I was the crybaby!

But I did cry when I heard about what had happened to you and after every visit to see how you were recovering. I just couldn’t bear to see the one I loved so much to be in such a state.

Every time.

Yamapi’s hands started to tremble from crying so hard.

We graduated from high school the following year. It was also the time where I debuted as a singer in NEWS a couple of months after that. You went to my first performance. I was so surprised when I saw you sitting amongst the midst of the crowd that I almost forgot the lyrics. But just seeing you made me try even harder for every single activity involving my future career.

Yamapi’s lips curved into a small smile, recalling and cherishing that precious memory in him.

You decided to enter university despite it all. The first day, I was nearly mobbed by a curious crowd at school. I was kind of mad that you just stood there and laughed. But it was only then when I realized how beautiful your smile was. I loved the way how you always teased me and made me happy no matter what though you were obviously the one that was suffering.

"The sunflowers are beckoning, the scent of early summer
Wafts across the beach
The sun's shining almost too brightly
The memories float on the wide ocean
Will I someday be able to cross over
To the other side we saw together? "

That year, we missed seeing the himawari. As a present to me, you brought us both to the seaside where we stayed at the motel and had such a good time. It was the only time where I actually forgot all my worries- your leukemia, our future, my career…
Everything was fine until the third year into university. This time, you could not even get out of the hospital. You were devastated that you had to drop out from university as you couldn’t keep up with the work and the treatments at the hospital because your immune system was very vulnerable then.

You didn’t know, but I overheard the doctors telling your parents how your time may be up anytime from then. It would be unpredictable and extremely risky, according to them. After I heard about everything, the tears just couldn’t stop flowing. I felt helpless as I could not do anything. I blamed myself for the condition you were in. I suppose you came to know about your ordeal, but you never mentioned about it to me once-you were attempting to prevent me from getting h-h-hurt, weren’t you?

The doctors requested you to have a bone marrow transplant, but no one was of a suitable match for you. Even I tried. As soon as you heard that I had gone for the test and was a positive match to you, it was the first time I had ever seen you so angry. “Don’t risk your health and life for me, Tomo-kun! You’re more worth it than me! You’re famous, I’m just someone you’ve known from way back, don’t do the transplant, Tomo! Please!” you ordered me. At first, I was hurt by your words, labeling yourself as “someone I knew from way back”, but I realized that you said all those things to me just to protect me. However, by doing that, you made me so, so guilty for not being able to protect you. I feel as though I am still accountable for it until now.

Soon, it was known to everyone around us that the end was drawing near. Anyhow, you saw me at the Tokyo Dome during the Pacific concert performing for the first time there, right?

Arigatou.

Before I graduated, I made you promise that you would live to see me graduate. Promised, you did, but you also simply laughed, “Baka! I WILL see you graduate and beyond that. I will live as long as Tomo-sama insists me to!” How I wished that was true. I knew that you wanted to let it go already because it hurt so much, yet you still clung onto what ever that was still left of your life for me. I started to fold you a thousand cranes that day, and everytime I finished one, I prayed, begging God to keep you alive for as long as I live.

In the end you did witness my graduation. I was overjoyed to see you there at the ceremony. Only, we didn’t get a chance to talk to each other, and in the end, you left my graduation present with Rina and left. The press was swarming the campus for the announcement of my class’s graduation.

That was the last time I ever saw you.

After my graduation, your health deteriorated at such a fast rate. No one was allowed to visit you except for your parents. I wanted to scream. Why couldn’t I see you?

"I just can't get to sleep, there are so many things I want to tell you
The park we always used to stop in is beginning to turn colors

My left hand feels empty, the road home is unchanged
If you've been able to overcome that loneliness
I'm right here now"

I didn’t see the himawari that year.

Yamapi turned back, onto the grey concrete path that was so familiar to him, having walked on it for so many years. But for some reason, this time, it felt awkward and lonely. It was time to go home.

Ah, my left hand feels really empty without your small one in it ne, Yamapi thought.

By then, the sky was turning dark, streaked with the brilliance of purple and orange hues. The wind was blowing hard against Yamapi’s face, stinging his tear-filled eyes. Yet he didn’t care about anything except those happy, dear memories that were buried deep in his heart.

"I remember that hill where we felt we could reach the sky
"Let's come again," we promised
The town blurs as I look down on it alone
I watch you frame by frame "

He started to head home, still with the sunflower in his hand. For the past year, he had hidden how he felt inside of him. Yamapi could no longer restrain such strong emotions anymore. That day, he finally set free of whatever that was in him. If he wanted to cry, he would. If he wanted to get angry and blame himself, he would. Finally, finally.

He decided to stop by at the park which he had visited so many times as a child and teenager. There, Yamapi found the tree. He gently traced the names which had been scrawled onto the trunk and smiled a sad smile. If only time could rewind. He bent down and placed the sunflower which he had been carrying onto the ground. Getting up again, Yamapi fished out a pocket knife from his back pocket and started to add some words underneath the initials.

“Your love and kindness will always be remembered. Arigatou”

Yamapi let out a long, wary sigh and left.

It’s been a year now, Chinatsu. The himawari are here. Summer is here. Yet you’re not by my side. You will forever be missed. Always. The yellow of the petals of the sunflowers have grown duller without you. My days have become longer and more tiring without your smile to keep me going. I feel exhausted. I want to see you on the other side, but I can’t.

Remember the song I wrote, Himawari? It was just for us. Do you still remember the lyrics? I hope you do.

Thank you for everything. Thank you for the unending love you showed me. Thank you for your gentleness and kindness. Thank you for your care. You told me that you’d never forget me. I won’t forget you either. Although the happiness we experienced was short, I loved every moment of it. Thanks for the memories. Somehow, even though tears are being wept every summer, it remains my favourite season. Because of you. And no matter what happens, no matter how far apart we are from each other, I will never, ever let you go.

"I hope you'll always chase
The vapor trail across the blue sky
We're not together, but I pray
Our days will never disappear
The sunflower reaches towards the sky
I wonder if I'll be able to fly to you on the other side"

I want to say to you ,”Aishiteru.”Though you’re not here with me,I hope that the wind can carry my words to you on the other side. Aishiteru, zutto, forever and always.

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*phewwies!* I was really trying to keep to the word limit and I kinda did! *Yay!*I know it’s very LOOONG and draggy, but I do hope you enjoyed reading it! I’m not very good at writing tear-jerkers or sad stories, but I felt EXTREMELY emo, so I wrote this :P I know aida_pi’s gonna kill me for writing this instead of LoveXXX and writing 5x10 *oops*:P I AM SO SORRY FOR MAKING YAMAPI’S GIRLFRIEND DIE AFTER HIS GRADUATION! Yes, I SHOULD get konked on the head for doing that. I know the girl’s name is kinda unusual, but it's got to do with summer, so I felt it kinda fit into this… ^^ please comment :))

Snow Express

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 14:32:35 GMT

Title: SNOW EXPRESS
Author: Me aka foreverzutto
Genre:Nothing scary
Rating: G
Characters: Koyama Keiichiro, OC (Yuriko)
Summary: A final goodbye to Koyama.
Disclaimer: Never owned Koyama in my life
Note: Bad structure, sorry, was too tired to write. :D

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Snow Express

About five years ago, Keiichiro Koyama and Yuriko Kusaka fell in love and started going out until the second year into their progress. Kusaka left Koyama without a rhyme or reason. In fact, she had left him Koyama left her a message on her phone every year, telling her to meet him at the bus terminal, right before the last coach, namely the Snow Express, left at midnight. He had been waiting for hours every year. But she never came.

However, just the year before, just as Koyama was about to board the coach, he saw her. Standing serenely. She looked paler than she had before. He wanted to approach her, but the crowd behind him pushed their way through and he eventually got onto the coach too.

Koyama hugged his jacket a tad tighter to himself. He wanted to see her again. She was different from everyone else. People smiled at him for only one reason-he was a member of NEWS. Everyone wanted to be his friend. But the way that girl had greeted him…it was like she had addressed him as one of the normal people instead of a celebrity. He….loved her.

The temperature had dropped drastically since the night before, well, of course, it was mid winter after all. Koyama had to stamp his feet occasionally to prevent them from getting numb. He glanced around anxiously. It was already midnight, but just where was she? It had been an annual meeting.

He had been standing for more than three hours and there was still no sight of the lady he had been yearning to meet for the past year.

Then, Koyama felt something cold touch his hand. He looked down. It was the first snowflake of the first snow of the year. He grinned slightly. Even the sky was on his side, perhaps trying to tell him that she was coming, just wait.

Many minutes went by.

She still didn’t arrive. Tired, Koyama had finally given up on his hopes. Streams were rolling down his face uncontrollably and Koyama didn’t bother to attempt to stop them. Why wasn’t she there?

Then suddenly, from the corner of Koyama’s eye, she stood there again, at the same spot as from the previous year.

He turned around.

“I’m sorry it had to end up like this,” she gently said.

Even though she told him that so gently and softly, it was clear for Koyama to hear, even from a distance away.

“Demo, Yuriko-“ Koyama started, but was at loss for words.

“You don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry, it’s time I have to go. Koyama, remember that I love you-forever and always,” Yuriko interrupted.

But before Koyama could even say anything, she turned and walked away. He watched her until he could see her no more. It was as though…she faded away.

Then, Koyama dropped to his knees on the fresh, glistening snow and cried like he had never before.

Yuriko’s mother nodded her head. It was time for Yuriko to go to the other side. As the nurses unplugged the tubes and wires from her lifeless body, her sister broke down in tears. She was gone. But they knew it was all for the better. It had been five years since the accident that caused her to be comatose. Her body had weakened and it was time for her to go, the doctors had informed them. After much decision, her family had resolved to pull the plug.

Wed, 25 Feb 2009 09:35:53 GMT

Hey Everyone!

A super short drabble/fanfic about some Hey! Say! JUMP members. Hope you like it!

title: Hey Yamada....
characters: takaki yuya, kota yabu, yamada ryosuke, chinen yuuri, ryuutaro morimoto
pairing: absolutely none, sorry to disappoint you ;)
rating: G
genre: hmm.....um...friendship, fluff, crack
disclaimer: i don't own em, except, you know, yuuto is my cousin, chinen is my senior at school, ryuutaro is my neighbour, takaki is my brother-in-law, yamada is my partner in crime, yabu is my babysitter (yeh rite), inoo and hikaru are my mentors, keito is a distant cousin :D
notes: apology for retardedness in chinen.
summary: written specially for my beloved sister. yamada comes into the dressing room with dark circles under his eyes. chinen enters with blotchy ones. wonder why?

"Hey, did anyone watch the last episode of Maou last night?"Kota Yabu asked as eight of the members of Hey! Say! JUMP took their seats at the ramen stall.

Yamada Ryosuke scoffed, "I wonder who didn't."

"Yo Yamada, why so smug?" Takaki Yuya asked.

"I can't believe you guys aren't noticing them!! What kinda friends are you? Can't you see those dark circles under my eyes???" Yamada cried.

"Um....no?" Keito replied stupidly.

Yamada sighed with exasperation. "Last night, when the last episode of Maou aired, ad you know Ikuta and Ohno-san's characters both died..weeeellll..after the episode ended, I received a phone call from Chinen. He was crying really, really hard on the phone, saying some random stuff like if they wanted to kill a character off, just get Ikuta-san to die, not Ohno. God, he is obsessed!!"

"So, what happened?" Nakajima Yuuto asked excitedly, he loved it when Chinen did stupid things to Yamada (well, technically, that was because Yuuto always felt weird when Yamada gave his act cool look, but when Chinen made a fool out of him, it was hilarious).

***

The night before....

Yamada: Hello?

Chinen: Yamada!!! They can't do this to me!!

Yamada: Can't do what to who???

Chinen: ME!!! Who's the script writer around here?? Who was the one that killed Ohno's character?? Do they want to kill me? Because it's working, all right! My heart is breaking!

Yamada: Here we go again....

Chinen: Poor Ohno-san...it must have been so hard for him to act this last dying episode!

Yamada: Well, the last time I talked to Yamapi-kun, he said that dying scenes aren't very hard once you master it, I'm sure Ohno-san is a very experienced-

Chinen: You're not getting it! Can't you feel for me?

Yamada: -actor. *Aren''t I trying to console you, you spoilt little member*

Chinen: It was so tragic....they couldnt have killed him! Everyone has an evil side! It's just that Ohno's character just showed it a little more! Kurosaki didnt die from being a baddie!!

Yamada: I don't think you're getting the point here...

Chinen: And Ohno was such a good person! So smart too! Not all baddies have to die! They are only a little misguided.

Yamada: I don't know about that. Do you need me to come round? Your crying is a little worrying...

Chinen: NO!! I don't ever cry!!! I'm not that young anymore, Yamada! Stop treating me like a baby! I won't cry!

Yamada: Ohkay............

***

The members laughed as Yamada threw his arms out in disbelief. Not crying! Hah!

"Ne, Yamada...cool down!!!" Arioka Daiki.

Yamada rolled his eyes. He was fuming.

Yabu was trying his hardest to hide his laugh, but failed. Yamada banged on the table.

"This Chinen Yuuri must go," he finally announced.

His fellow bandmates stopped and stared him. Jut what was he talking about? Chinen was changing...it was just that traumatic little incident. Yamada should have cut him some slack. But they did want to see how Yamada would entertain to his silly little thought.

Takaki beckoned for them to head bakc to the studio. There, they could hear Chinen sobbing still from outside-with their group room door closed. Kei Inoo sighed, he was still going on about that? He felt really sorry for Ryuutaro, who was accompanying Chinen (Johnny refused to let Ryuutaro go out by himself without a chaperone-the group members offered to be his but Johnny strongly objected the idea).

"WHY OHNO?!" Chinen asked, as the members entered the room.

He continued bawling.

Keito shook his head, "I think we should go and call Ohno-san...like, NOW, maybe?"

And Ryuutaro and Yamada were the first two to head out of the door.

~The End~

PHEW! This drabble has been hanging there for a month and a half because I had absolutely no time to complete it. Maou is totally late, so sumimasen!! And for the crappy storyline, sorry about that too. :)

LoveXXX

Wed, 24 Dec 2008 10:24:54 GMT

Hey people!

At the moment, I have zero inspiration and drive to progress with LoveXXX. Oh well, I'm doing my best...so please bear with it! And soon, Da Real Experience-A Melancholy Song Part 1 will be posted soon. Please comment! Thanks! And have a very Merry Christmas!

LoveXXX-Chapter 3

Yamapi awoke in an unfamiliar location, with the girl who had talked back to him earlier on dabbing the side of his mouth. He let out a small hiss of pain and made a face.

“Oh, you’re awake, the time now is 7p.m,” she said.

Yamapi nodded. Where was he?

“You looked dead, so I brought you to my place to dress your wounds, by the way, why are you so weak?” the girl said, as though reading his mind.

Yamapi sulked like a kid. Weak! He pushed her hand away.

“Well, whoever you are-“

“Kayako”

“Fine. Kayako, I did it so that I wouldn’t get kicked out of my company if the two rascals made a false statement saying that it was my fault!” he cried.

“Sheesh, take a chill pill, will you?” Kayako replied plainly.

“Hah! You’re the one to talk,” Yamapi sneered, crossing his arms and turning to face the other direction.

This guy is psycho! Kayako thought, he’s seriously weird, a famous and “respected senpai” (quoted from Muegumi who had quoted from Tegoshi Yuya, whoever he was)? What a laugh! Seriously, this guy, respected? Please, don’t make me die from laughing!

Frustrated, Kayako picked up the basin that she had used to dampen the cloth to clean Yamapi’s wounds and snatched the cloth from Yamapi. She then opened the door with a slam and left.

“Chotto matte, poor girl,” Yamapi called after her, “Why did you save me from those two thugs when it was clear that earlier on, you hate me to bits?”

Kayako breathed. That’s it, girl, breathe in, breathe out. Just ignore that grateful guy despite what you’ve done for him.

“My guardian used to tell me that no matter how much you hate a person, you must cross over the road to help him. That is one way to achieve happiness while you are in this world. Is that a valid reason, Yamashita-san? And those two thugs are my friends. In case you didn’t hear, I bringing you back here to protect them and your status was part of a deal. AND I AM NOT POOR. JUST SHORT OF CASH. MY GUARDIAN CUT ME SINCE I WAS 9 OFF UNTIL I GRADUATE FROM MEIJI AND HOLD AT LEAST A HIGH POSITION IN HIS COMPANY TO LEARN THE VALUE OF MONEY UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE,” Kayako practically shouted.

Avoiding anymore questions, Kayako hurried out of the room to the small kitchen where she had prepared a simple meal for Yamapi. Well, after what he had called her (poor girl! Seriously, what was his glitch???), she nearly wanted to eat it herself, but the principles that had kept her striving onto university stopped her from doing so.

So she was an orphan? Yamapi thought. How interesting… But was the fact that she had a deal with those two random people true? Well, at least she seemed well-disciplined. What with all the principles her guardian had taught her through the years. Very contrary to the first impression Kayako had given him that year, in the café. He tapped his fingers gently on the side table near the futon. Yamapi glanced around the room. Not bad for a poor- excuse him, broke-no, that didn’t seem right. Ahem, financally-cut-off-by-her-guardian girl. A little shabby though. Oh well, he had gone through worse times than this. Kind of.

He was startled by the loud sound of the sliding door. Kayako re-entered, looking pissed. Yamapi’s eyes widened. Whenever his sister, Rina, was mad, she could practically bring the entire house down. Kayako looked exactly like his sister. Maybe even worse.

EEEEEEEEE. Take cover!

Kayako slammed the tray of food on the side table. Yamapi looked up, rather confused. Kayako was, um, menacingly…kind.

“Eat and leave me alone for the rest of the day. I need to study. SOMEBODY interrupted my thoughts earlier on,” Kayako ordered.

Yamapi folded his arms again and pouted like a girl. Change of impressions! Sarcastic much?

“Oh, and get out-PLEASE, this is my study room,” Kayako added.

Yamapi opened his mouth to protest. He was the injured person here! Kayako glared at him. Oh, how much she resented him! Odious, odious…PERSON. No, a beast, a terror, a-a-a Yamashita Tomohisa? Kayako wondered if all famous personalities were like Yamapi. She shuddered at the thought.

Having no choice as Kayako was practically kicking him, he quickly ate his meal and took refuge in the tiny living room. It was very weird how when Kayako was angry, she looked really cute. Yamapi entertained that idea for a period of time. For his amusement, he decided, Yamapi would just tease her from time to time. After all, he was the injured person around here, if Kayako was human enough, she wouldn’t dare to kick him out of her house. Yamapi grinned slyly and started to tap his fingers on a low table, humming quietly.

***

Kayako stopped typing abruptly. Pausing, she turned to look at the time, taking a break from writing her term reports. Then, she realized how late and dark it had becom outside, it had been hours since Kayako had chased Yamapi out of her room. She glanced again at her watch, there had been no noise from the living room for ages. Getting up, she exited the room.

In the living room, Yamapi was curled up on the floor sleeping soundly with her green throw wrapped around him. If Kayako hadn’t hated him, she would have thought him as cute. No wonder, she thought, this peace isn’t gonna last long though.

“Oi, Yamashita-san, oi, wake up, it’s 9p.m!” Kayako said, kicking Yamapi gently by the side.

He stirred. Groaning in agitation. Yamapi lazily opened his eyes, slowly adjusting to the light.

“Eh? Could you be more inconsiderate? I’m the injured person here!” Yamapi cried out.

“Oh, whatever. It’s 9p.m! Should I call you a taxi?” Kayako retorted.

Yamapi pretended to screw up in pain.

“Can’t walk, you kicked my side too hard, I guess I will have to stay for the night,” he responded.

Kayako sighed. She couldn’t believe her luck now that she had some famous person in tow. Not a good thing. How was she to get to school tomorrow? Without saying another word, she took out the spare futon in her room and laid it down in her bedroom for Yamapi.

Yamapi couldn’t believe HIS luck. He was so surprised that Kayako had fallen for his trick. He then obediently “crawled” towards the futon, how amazing his acting was! Oh well, being an actor had its advantages.

“You cross over to my futon and your butt is so dead, get me?” Kayako threatened.

Yamapi’s eyes widened. This was one tough cookie. He nodded dumbly. But she was different. Normal girls would suck up to any hot or famous person like Yamapi, but Kayako was…natural towards him. He tilted his head to the side. Hmmm…

“Like I would touch that body of yours, not really nice in terms of figure, is it, poor girl?” he asked, shuddering.

“What do you mean!?” Kayako demanded, angered by such a comment.

Yamapi innocently shrugged his shoulders, she really looked cute when she saw red. He smiled.

I.ZA.NA.I.ZUKI

Fri, 19 Dec 2008 16:29:00 GMT

Hey people! This is just a one-shot fanfic to keep you guys entertained while LoveXXX and Da Real Experience-A Melancholy Song (D.R.E.A.M.S) is getting done. :) Hope you guys like it. It's kinda...fast moving and this is set WAYYYY in the future-Yamapi's getting married in here! LOL. OK, the reason I kept referring to him as "he" was because Sakura Aizawa (the girl) knows him so well that she automatically refers Yamapi as he instead of Yamashita. When she says 'he" she knows she is talking about her ex-lover. OK, shhh. I shouldnt say too much.

I.ZA.NA.I.ZUKI

Yamapi x Sakura Aizawa

Sienna Kanada

They say that lovers are fated together. They say that it is destiny. They say that two people who were the true lovers were bound by everlasting lust, protecting each other no matter what, loving each other no matter what happened or what people said. The love that I had experienced with the only one that I had truly loved- let’s just say that it didn’t turn out all too well. My love for him was true, on his side, I was not too sure. If it wasn’t, he had me fooled- for three full years. If it was, it was only partly. My verdict is that he was fooling around, toying with everybody.

My heart started pounding at the first sight I had caught of him, Even though he was famous internationally, I did not fall for his fame and fortune, oh no. I fell for the way he had this laughing look in his eyes, but at the same time, he was deep down, troubled. Only he didn’t show it to anyone. It was obvious enough, if you looked carefully enough. Or maybe it was just me, because I studied in the same university as him, only he did business and I did psychology.

Since I was always on the move, I did not know about his band or him very well. I transferred to Meiji on the 2^nd year of my psychology course. He only started to realize my existence on the 3^rd year through my degree. He was running. Running away from a group of crazy fans, not students, of course. He dashed into the room where I was in all alone and hid behind the wall. He put his finger to his lips. Dumbfounded, I nodded. It took forever for those girls to give it up. They looked EVERYWHERE. During that time, he switched off the room lights, but even through the darkness, his eyes met mine. We stared at each other for a long, long time, my heart pounding faster and faster. Immediately, I knew I was right all along- we were meant to be together.

Hastily, I walked out of the room, embarrassed for no particular reason. But he grabbed me on the wrist and smiled. It was a very nice smile, people rarely got to see it. That was how we fell in love.

But there was a miscalculation on my side- my best friend, Sienna Kanada.

I had thought that loving him meant a bed full of roses, smiles and laughter filling every day, waking up to a bright morning, knowing that he was there for you, just you. We hugged, we kissed, we were a real couple. It was hard to keep it a secret since we were bursting with joy for the fact that we had found our The Ones. It didn’t matter however, so as long as we were happy.

Sienna entered his life at the end of 3^rd year. At the beginning, I thought that Sienna was absolutely no harm to him or our relationship. Well, that was correct, but by Sienna having an acquaintance with him, who knew that that could rock the relationship? Sienna had become my best friend the moment I entered 2^nd year at Meiji’s. We just sort of…clicked. We shared secrets, I told her about him, she wasn’t jealous one bit, in fact, she was so happy for me as I was very reserved in classes and hardly socialized at all. She was excited before the first meeting with him. Sienna was bouncy, always smiling, you could tell that he adored his girlfriend’s best friend- that was a good sign. From then onwards, the three of us were close friends and two of us were a couple. We got to know each other better from head to toe, and I loved every moment of it.

But my happy ever after with him came tumbling down the day the camera pointed and shot me with him. It caused a big scandal because his company disallowed public relationships until the stars were 25 and above. He was only 23, whilst I was a year younger. The dreadful media reports were splashed all over the tabloids and at school, I became a joke.

One day, it turned out to the very first time I cried in front of someone else, but he was so so sweet, giving me a shoulder to cry on, a strong, masculine body to embrace through the night. I was so confused. The media was boring a hole into our sweet times, even he was changing. But because of my foolish young love for him, I stayed on for another couple of months until I graduated. I shouldn’t have done that. The way people around me saw me scarred me for the rest of my life.

My fellow Meiji classmates stared as I walked by, people crowded around me, just to see if I was good enough for him. If they think I wasn’t, they would post unkind words all over the Internet. I was a joke, a clown to the world. I hated it, I wanted to drop out of university, but it was him and not Sienna that persuaded me to strive on. Come to think of it, during the time I had spent with him, the only person I listened to and obeyed was, well, him. Maybe it was because of his eyes, maybe it was because of how he felt about the world that surrounded him, a feeling we both had in common.

Unfortunately, the press, the cameras, the words on the magazines, they drove me to the edge. His company’s manager contacted me and pleaded me to get out of his life. My peers- they didn’t think I was good enough for him, thought that I was the one affecting his work.

I was called to have dinner with his mother. Sienna accompanied me. But he was not there with us. His mother questioned me, asked me where I lived, how I survived through university, what me achievements were, etc. When I told her how I was orphaned at a young age with only my grandmother to look after me, she looked terribly displeased. However, I chose to ignore that. When his mother asked the exact same questions to Sienna and the answers she had received were satisfying, she pulled me to the corner after the dinner and told me to stop harassing him. I was truly shocked. I demanded for an explanation. His mother told me that I was not good enough for him-I was poor. And she’s never let her son go out with an undisciplined (in terms of Japanese culture and traditions) female. That was that, she concluded.

The parting with him took a lot of sleepless nights and contemplations to finally reach a decision. I could have easily broken up with him and stayed on in Japan, but it was too painful. I had to leave this all behind. And so I followed according to plan. I packed up. I told him I hated him, I told him I- I- I didn’t love him anymore. I left him, not saying another word the night I was single again. But crying myself to sleep didn’t work. I couldn’t get any rest. I needed him. But even so, I isolated myself to the rest of the world, especially to a particular person- a somebody ; Sienna Kanada. I knew it was wrong, after what she had done for me, but I HATED her. I DESPISED her. The anger kept rushing through me. Every time she tried calling, I would scream and hang up.

I left Japan on the 19^th of December in the same year to America, by then I had already graduated. I felt stronger. More confident when I stepped on the foreign soil.

The next year, the name Sakura Aizawa never appeared again.

Just nine months ago, I arrived back in Japan. After 8 years, I felt that it was time to return. But the boss at the wedding planners (I started a career as a wedding planner) in Japan assigned me to what she had called”The Wedding Event of the Year”. As I lazily opened the package, I fell from my swivel chair as a repeatedly re-read the couple-to-be names. It was printed so clearly in black.

I declined the job straight away, but my boss wouldn’t hear any of it.

“You’re the best we’ve got, Sakura, ganbatte, ne? Don’t let us down!” she said.

Only they had forgotten who his first love was: me.

Reluctantly, I offered to meet him over a lunch that same day. He was equally surprised and shocked to see me.

“Look, if this is weird then I can call-“ he started

“No, I accepted this assignment, it is my duty to see this wedding to the end,” I interrupted.

Slowly he nodded his head. He was finally getting it. I broke the silence by talking about what kind of wedding he had wanted, where and when. I promised to plan it really grandly. He grinned his trademark lopsided grin.

“I respect you for doing this, Sakura,” he finally said.

I pretended not to hear him. The vacant seat next to me was suddenly occupied by Sienna. She gasped when she saw me, telling me how I haven’t changed after so many years. Sienna had a meeting, and so, she left early.

“Why are you doing this for us?” he asked after she had left.

“Because it’s my job. And I don’t really care who you’re marrying anyway. That was the past,” I replied coolly, shrugging my shoulders.

He touched me hand. “Look, don’t get the wrong idea, I love her, but I love you more. These 8 years have been empty without you. And I didn’t wanna marry! My mom..my mom….” He trailed off.

I understood completely. But what was he doing? He was practically flirting!

I rushed out of the restaurant, slamming a bill on the table.

As the 5 months before the wedding past, I caught him, giving me his cold, pitying stares at me, but each time, I would glare at him. This was not OUR wedding but HIS wedding, for goodness’ sake! But as promised, I delivered a wonderful wedding for them for much tears and sweat were lost in the process. I had to let him go, I told myself. Sienna was for him, not me. To see her so overjoyed the week before she wed, it stung my eyes. She doesn’t deserve it, a voice inside my head kept repeating. I tried my best to shake it off.

Something rather outrageous occurred on the eve of the couple’s marriage. He arranged for just me and him to meet up alone. Fooled, thinking that he had a surprise planned for Sienna, I agreed. He was there, sitting in the private café. I took the seat opposite him.

“Sakura, about this whole thing…” he let out a huge huff, ”I don’t think I can do it.”

“WHAT?!” I practically shouted. Ridiculous!

“Please hear me out,” he pleaded, “ The thing is that…ever since you came back, my life’s been a mess.”

“Yes, of course,” I told him, “all bachelors say something like that.”

“No, you’re not getting it- since you started this wedding thing, I think I’ve fall- fall-fallen in love with you again. We could get away, live in Hawaii, I don’t care, I want to be with you. I found out what my mom and Johnny’s did to you, I’m sorry I-I couldn’t understand your sudden change in your feelings for me. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, but can’t we start over?”

I reached out and slapped him. He was getting married the next day, and he was telling me that he LOVED me instead of her?????? What was the point of marriage if that was the case?

I was about to leave, but he restrained me by embracing me from the back. Tightly. Don’t go, I could hear that soft murmur. Don’t.

I was tempted enough to return the embrace, but I couldn’t, I just couldn’t. Sienna was my best friend.

WAS.

But still, it didn’t make any difference, I wasn’t a wedding crasher. I knew how it felt to have someone you love abandon you at the aisle, I knew it. It had happened so many times.

I pried his arms away and turned to him.

“Look, Sienna was my friend and you were my lover. Now, I can either have both friendship and love or neither, that is the real world. In this case, Sienna’s in love with you and I can’t do anything about it. So I choose to have none at all. So get out of my life,” I firmly declared.

Grabbing my purse, I made my way to the exist fast, but behind me was the sad man that I had known for about 10 years, standing there-dejected. I couldn’t help it. I had to.

I did not attend the wedding at all. However, I did not have to to know what had taken place. The marriage was all over the magazines and all the next day. I didn’t care. They were married. He couldn’t touch me anymore.

Yamashita Tomohisa, this is the true pain that I have gone through for us, but in vain. One day you’ll realize that you only marry the second one you love most. Learn to accept that. Live happily with her, OK?

Oh, and Yamashita? If you’re reading this, let me tell you something- I loved you. Once.

Do you know how much grief I had gone through? Obviously not. Even writing down what had happened to us- it gives me so much sorrow. I had moved on, but why did you enter my life and love me again?

I hate you, still. Now and forever.

LoveXXX

Sun, 30 Nov 2008 19:34:04 GMT

Hey everyone! This was my first fanfic, done last year, it is pretty long, so I'm doing it in chapters, please comment!

LoveXXX

Characters: Yamapi+Kayako
                      Ryo Nishikido
                      Megumi
                      Rina (Yamapi's sister)

Plot: Ever since the first day of the Meiji University orientation, Kayako has hated Yamashita Tomohisa. She finds him arrogant, idiotic, irritating, infruriating and stubborn-very stubborn. One day, as she was sitting along the river bank in Chiba, she sees Yamapi on the roadside, grimacing in pain. She realises that he has hurt himself really badly, so, in order to protect his pop star status, she brings him home. From then on, Yamapi starts teases Kayako. Soon, the hate for him turns into friendship.....or is it....is it.......love???????

LoveXXX-Chapter 1

"Yamapi, what do you think of your performance in your latest work-Kurosagi?" a reporter asked, shoving the microphone towards Yamapi.

"I dunno. I guess it was okay. So as long as my fans like it, I'm fine," the star replied, turning to face the camera and grinning.

Kayako threw a cushion at the television. ARGH! Not another cover on THAT Yamapi. That hated man! Life was so unfair. How come HE was studying at the same university, at the same faculty and the same course and major as she did?

Well, technically, Kayako did curse under her breath occasionally, questioning herself why she had chosen business management as her major, come on, not many girls did that kind of thing...but the company.

But it wasn't exactly her fault, how was she supposed to know that the arrogant Yamashita Tomohisa would be her senior at Meiji? Unlike her best friend, Megumi, she didn't bother memorizing the trivia of band members of Johnny Jimusho bands like NEWS and Kanjani8. Kayako had much more important things to do, like studying for tests and all.

Frustration rose up as Kayako remembered her first meeting with Yamapi. If her memory served, it was the first day of her freshman year at the university. Yamapi turned out to be her mentor. Meaning that if she had trouble, she would approach Yamapi first. Well, that mentorship system proved to be meaningless to Kayako. She had managed to get through the first year of university without the help of Yamapi.

It was the first day, and like her fellow peers, she was equally as nervous. Suddenly, a male, about three years older than Kayako entered the room. Suddenly, the silence and nerves of the people in the room was broken. Whispers could be heard.

"Isn't that Yamapi?" an enquiry in the form of a whisper started the commotion.

"Oh my God! It is him in the flesh! Don’t tell me that he’s gonna be our senpai?” Kayako heard.

That’s Yamapi? Kayako thought. Wow, he’s pretty hot.

Being possibly the boldest first year in the room, Kayako went up to Yamapi and asked,”Anoo…Are you THE Yamashita Tomohisa?”

Glaring at her, the star replied, “Yeh, I am, you gotta problem with that?”

Taken aback, Kayako retreated back into her seat. Luckily, no one had noticed that brief conversation (was it even considered a conversation? It seemed like a mere exchange between the both of them) . Kayako felt her cheeks flush hotly. How embarassing! But how pompous that guy was! Sure, she may have been a little poor, considering the fact that all the money she had been saving since she was 9 on her tuition fee, but even if she did have a poor family background, that didn’t mean that she didn’t have any manners. In fact, back in Nagoya, she was the most well-mannered child in the neighbourhood, back when she was in elementary school, but that status never changed since then.

But why was a person like Yamapi, so well-educated, so well-brought up (from what Megumi had said, probably by the company he was in) and so…nice-looking be so annoying and stupid? There was really no such thing as justice in this world. Someone really ought to teach him some proper manners. It was amazing how his band mates could stand him.

From what Kayako had observed during the year she was at Meiji, she realised that nearly everyone was nice and smiled to Yamapi everytime he cracked a joke. Because he often sat near her usual lunch table, she often heard his conversations, and his jokes were really bad. Couldn’t his friends just tell him the truth? Bloodsuckers. Submitting to such a person was phoney, and being phoney was the thing Kayako would not have been caught dead doing, and that, you can be assured of.

As much as she loved Megumi, Megumi was going head over heels for the wrong type of guy.

Yamapi does not deserve this kind of attention and fame! Do his fans even know anything? Kayako thought as she switched of the television with a sigh.

Chapter 2-LoveXXX

Kayako was not having a good week. Her boss at her part-time workplace was pestering her to take shifts from her fellow colleagues even though she repeatedly informed him that she did not have time no matter how good the pay was. She was desperate for money, but not THAT desperate enough to neglct her studies. Secondly, no matter how much effort she had put in for her recent project, Kayako had only received a mere B+. This was not good enough! When she was in high school, Kayako was a straight A student. How different things were in university! And to top it off, a new project had just her way and Kayako had another new test to study for. Talk about stress! Kayako had absolutely no time!

Taking small sips of her coffee, Kayako glanced around the room. She loved this café. It was so…warm. The staff had always welcomed her warmly and that was a reason why she was a regular even though it was clearly out of the way since it was located in Chiba. Looking back down at her notebook, Kayako took down notes while reading her guidebook. She wanted to compress all the important facts into a thin notebook. Ganbatte! She silently cheered herself on. I can do this!

Suddenly, the chair opposite Kayako’s pushed out. Kayako looked up. Her eyes widened. HIM! She thought.

“Sorry, this pokey little café thingy has so little seats and tables, I guess I’ll have to share a table with you, huh?” Yamapi said.

“Hey, who said that you could sit there?” Kayako interrupted him, ignoring his previous statement.

“Aww…come ON, don’t be so fussy,” Yamapi replied.

“What if I was waiting for some one, and that seat was reserved for him?” Kayako shot back. Stuff and bother!

“Well are you?” Yamapi mocked.

“Well….No, but what if I was? Do you have absolutely no manners, at all? Why are you so rude? Do you not care about people? You know what? I don’t care-you can have this place all to yourself! Who wants to hang out with you???” Kayako cried as she gathered her things and headed out of the shop.

Yamapi just shook his head. Girls! He could never understand them, not even his sister, no matter how much he loved her. What was her problem anyway?

Kayako was fuming as she briskly walked out of the café. Seriously, talk about no manners!!! She hated guys that were like Yamapi (well, obviously), hated it, hated it!

Yamapi ordered a caramel latte. He tapped his fingers on the table. Now that he thought of it, that girl was pretty kawaii. He had seen her somewhere before….Ah, that was it. Orientation day the year before. The bold girl that had asked if he was Yamashita Tomohisa. He smiled to himself. How strange of her to ask! Johnny Entertainment boys were famous, shouldn’t she have known? He thought back. That girl was quirky. Rather on the clumsy side, but she wasn’t girly like the rest of the girls he knew. For one, after the commotion just before at the café, he immediately realised that she was no pushover. Very different. Very unique. But why was she so mad? Did she have a grudge against him or was it the fact that she was just nervous to be around him?

Nah, unlikely theory. For a person who didn’t know who Yamashita Tomohisa was, why would that girl be so uncomfortable to be around a star? But who knows, things could have changed over the year. He had been too busy with work to observe such trivial things.

Next to the café, Kayako loved the river bank. Her guardian had brought her here when she was seven while visiting an elder, who lived deep in the prefecture of Chiba and she fell in love with it immediately. It was peaceful, and whenever she felt lonely throughout the year in university, or if something was troubling her, Kayako would just rest by the river and think. Kayako, for some reason, liked thinking. Well, that was pretty lame. She smoothened her skirt and hugged her knees. It was time for the sun to set, and she was the only person there. How calm!

Suddenly, she heard a noice she was so familiar with-the sound of a fist onto the flesh. She turned around. Was it her imagination, or was that….YAMAPI on the tarmac? And was that Kazuo and Kazuma? Oh, those scums! How many times had she told them not to get into trouble? But they were pretty harmless.

Read: pretty much.

Kayako mught as well just leave Yamapi on the road for Kazuo and Kazuma to beat up. After all, didn’t Megu say that he was an expert in karate? Or was it hipkido? Why was he acting so defenseless? Oh well, he was probably a lousy self-defense master to start of with.

But looking at him in that state made her feel so guilty. According to her guardian’s principles, one must not leave a man he knows to die on a road by himself. Fine, Kayako did feel as though he deserved that, but Kazuo wasn’t the kind that would stop hitting a person until the victim begged for mercy, he punched and kicked until the person was practically dead. Kayako let out a sigh before quickly getting up to rescue the damsel in distress (or was in knight in distress? Whatever, she didn’t care). Stuff and bother!

“Hey, Kazuma, take this!” Kayako cried as her fist hit Kazuma’s cheek.

He fell to the floor from the impact of the punch. Kazuo’s attention shifted from Yamapi to Kayako. Except he didn’t hit her.

“Kayako, what the hell?” he shouted. Yamapi just looked up, grimacing in pain.

“Puh-lease, did I not tell you that beating weird people or anybody for that matter is inexcusable unless they pick a fight with you, like a yakuza gang or something? Which I highly doubt so since yakuzas have way better things to do than to mess around with you guys? And are you people bakas? Can’t you see that you’ll get into big trouble since the person you are hitting is indeed Yamashita Tomohisa of Johnny Entertainment?!” Kayako spat back, folding her arms. Spare nothing to the gangsters!

Kazuma slowly got up, wiping away the blood that was slowly pouring out of his mouth. That girl packed quite a powerful punch.

“EH?” Kazuo replied, his expression changing from menacing to rather confused and vulnerable,”Kayako, that is NOT Yamapi!”

Kayako didn’t reply, and instead, bent down and pulled of Yamapi’s hat. Gosh! She thought. He looks pretty battered!

“And you said…?”she asked.

The brothers gasped. What were they going to do?

“I’ll cover for you and all, JUST PROMISE TO STAY OUT OF TROUBLE AND YOU’LL BE GOLDEN, ALRIGHT?” Kayako said, noticing the alarmed expressions of both the brothers, raising her voice.

“HAI!” Kazuo and Kazuma answered firmly.

Kayako smiled. Finally those two scums got the message. Good thing Yamapi got bashed though, it was called blackmailing those two siblings so that they wouldn’t fight again. They took to their heels and were out of sight almost immediately. She bent down again and discovered that Yamapi had blacked out. It was quite excusable, considering the injuries on his face. The roles were quite reversed, to be honest, Shouldn’t he have been the one to come to HER rescue. Oh well, at least she followed her guardian’s rules accordinly, and for that, she was quite proud of herself. Now…about Yamapi.

“What am I gonna do with YOU?” Kayako asked as she leaned Yamapi on her shoulder after putting his hat back on, just to be on the safe side. She didn’t want to be caught with him! Megumi would (possibly) kill her!

To be continued.....

Hi!

Sun, 30 Nov 2008 19:30:47 GMT

Hi everyone!

This is my fanfic site! Please read and comment so that I can improve on my writing! Thanks! Sorry if my English isn't good! LOL

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