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Word count: 290 words
“I know! I know, just give me some time,” Yamada held on tighter to his pistol as he tried his best to stop it from shaking. He looked at the scene before him and couldn’t help but stare. Behind him, Keito has been shooting time to time and he heard another gunshot as Keito backed up against him. Keito watched as the bullet went through the head, splattering blood and brain and whatever is within onto the floor as the body fell.
“Yama-chan..” Keito warned, allowing him a short glance behind at the situation, “we’re running out of time.” Yamada nodded and gulped, his lips quivering as he took aim.
“Chinen?” He tried again, his eyes full of sorrow and pain but no response came and Yamada could only stare at the figure in front of him, lips dripping with blood and eyes empty. “Chinen, talk to me..”
He knew it was hopeless, but he at least have to try. When some more seconds passed with nothing happening, Yamada sighed. “Bye Chinen, I love you.” Yamada didn’t realized he pressed the trigger until he felt the jerk and watch as it hit the target, blood spreading across it’s chest.
It was mere seconds before he fell, but he managed to whisper with his last breath. “I love you too Ryosuke, thank you.” It was faint but Yamada caught it anyway and he tried his best to pull against Keito’s hold on him. Keito had a tight grip on his arm and was dragging him away from the scene and to safety as soon as possible but Yamada wasn’t cooperating.
Yamda watched as the house drift further away from him and let his tears fall, his heart breaking into pieces.
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“Ryosuke~” Yuri whined as leaned backwards, pressing pause in the process and threw the game console onto his lap.
Yamada chuckled and placed his game console down at the floor, stretching as he stood up, “shall we order food?”
He looked down at Yuri who poured at the suggestion.
“No? There's nothing much for me to cook at home though..”
Ruffling Yuri’s hair, he took another stretch to soothe the pull on his back before shuffling to the kitchen.
They had been gaming ever since Yuri turned up at his house. That was when it was still bright and hot outside, currently, the windows reflect darkness and cool breeze blew past those curtains he had placed on the kitchen windows.
Yamada opened the refrigerator and peered in, looking for ingredients that would contribute to a proper meal.
He managed to grab some pasta that was left over from his previous meal and some eggs.
He was checking the freezer when Yuri peered over his shoulder.
“Is that a lobster?”
“Can you cook it?”
Yamada half-turned and looked at Yuri, who nodded for confirmation.
“I've never prepared one before though..”
He took it out of the freezer and placed it in a bowl of water before proceeding to handle the other items.
“Dinner looks good already!”
Yamada chuckled at Yuri’s comment and the eyes that peered up from whatever he was doing was full of love.
“So what time are you coming tomorrow?” Yamada questioned over the phone and waited as Yuri pondered.
“Probably around 11? I don't want to get up that early,” Yuri replied. It was their off day after all and he thinks he deserves some rolling about.
“Okay then. Guess I'll fight some zombies before that.” Yuri sighed and rolled his eyes, he has completely lost hope in Yamada when it comes to electronics. They both said bye, goodnight and then hung up the phone.
It took 2 rings on the bell and Yamada was already unlocking the door, his eyes sparkling like he saw the hope of his life.
“Come on!” He said and was already pushing Yuri in the moment he got his shoes off, leaving them removed messily at the door step.
“Okay okay, calm down already,” Yuri mumbled and threw his bag over on the sofa as he get ushered to Yamada’s desktop in his living room. The screen on the tv reflected a paused game, where a zombie was about to attack and the player was in between choosing a rifle and a shotgun.
Yuri moved the mouse and the desktop screen lit up to life. He had tried, countless times, to teach Yamada through the phone how to connect back to the online game server. He was patient and he did it step by step, but somehow, it seems like Yamada and computer doesn't click. Let's not mention Yamada and Internet. So, after Yamada’s countless calls of “help me!” and “I don't know what you're saying…” Yuri decided that he should leave the comfort of his house and head over to help him directly instead.
“You're the best!” Yamada said cheerfully as he pat his shoulder and beamed at him before leaving to the kitchen to pour some drink for Yuri.
“Yeah yeah, of course I'm the best,” Yuri mumbled to himself, out of Yamada’s earshot and started reconnecting the server. He was about done when Yamada came back with a cup of his favourite soda.
“You did it?! Already?!”
Yamada placed the cup down and leaned over to login to the game server.
“Chinen! You're a genius!” Yamada exclaimed as he excitedly click through the menu for new messages.
Yuri rolled his eyes, unnoticed by Yamada and sighed. “Told you it was easy…”
“Hmm mhmm,” was the only reply he got as Yamada happily type away on the keyboard to reply his recent request.
“Can you bring a bag over just in case?”
Yamada’s voice sounded distant over the phone as they spoke over speaker mode and Yuri could faintly hear the rummaging of things in the background.
“Okay~ See you then!”
Yuri hung up and went back to attacking the little monsters that keep appearing on the screen. On a side window, he typed a message to Hikaru before turning the game off. It was already past midnight, it's time for bed.
Yuri turned up at Yamada’s apartment in the afternoon the next day, an empty sports bag slung across his shoulder.
“Ojamashimasu~” He softly whispered as he removed his shoes and followed Yamada straight into his room.
It was a mess. Yamada had piles of clothes thrown across the floor, some placed on his bed and random accessories lying around on the table.
“I put the ones you might want in the pile over there, pick those you like,” Yamada said as he pointed to the pile he left in the corner beside his bed before going back to his closet and continued to pull clothes out.
Yuri nodded and took care to avoid stepping on those clothes spread around the room. Good thing he has good athletic skills or he would've fallen or trip over the hem of some cloth already.
He was pulling apart shirt after shirts when he had Yamada calling him in a distant.
“Hmm?” He replied as he continued to put aside those that he think would be something he would wear.
He was about to turn around, feeling Yamada approaching him when a pair of arms enveloped him from behind, surprising him.
“Here, take this,” Yamada whispered, his breath centimeters away from Yuri’s left ear as he latch on the necklace catch.
Yuri looked down to find the familiar cross necklace lying on his neck and reached up to touch it unconsciously.
What was that?
Yamada totally took him by surprise and Yuri found himself blushing as his face grew warmer with his heart hammering loudly in his ears.
All reaction unknown to Yamada as he nonchalantly went back to sorting his accessories.
P.S: All based on true events as told by the main character themselves.
Written for blursakana for she was battling with university assignments.
Wrote this on the train so if there's any mistakes please tell me!
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Word count: 673 words
Yuri walked down the streets swiftly, all dark except for the soft glow emitting from the street lights. He was so absorbed by his research paper that he forgot about the time again. Cursing slightly, he quicken his pace in hopes of catching the last bus back.
He was about to heave a sigh of relief when he checked his watch for the time as he saw the bus stop loom ahead of him but his breath caught and he gasped instead when a figure collapsed just a few metres away from him.
“Hey!” Rushing forward, Yuri managed to catch him before he completely fall to the ground. Placing his head on his lap as Yuri kneeled on the ground, he shaked the man he held gently, in case he was hurting somewhere. His face turned and Yuri could see a deep frown etched on his forehead. “Are you okay? Hey!” No response came from him, instead Yuri could hear him breathing deeply as if in pain.
“Can you stand?” Yuri tried pushing him up, to pull him over to the bus stop seat but getting up seemed to be a tough effort. “12th... floor…” “Eh?!” He was too soft and all Yuri could hear was floor. “12th...floor…,” he managed, his voice slightly louder now and his finger pointed at the mansion directly in front of them feebly. “Eh?!”
Nodding in response, Yuri tried his best to hold the guy up, placing his arm over his own shoulder and then holding tightly to the stranger’s waist, Yuri managed to walk and drag themselves inside.
He didn’t know how he did it but he managed to get them both into the lift, a bit clumsily.
“12th...floor...12th….” Yuri mumbled to himself as he looked for the right button to press while trying his best to hold the guy up. His weight was completely on him as he leaned against Yuri and Yuri had to grip on tightly to prevent him from slipping. He could feel the other guy breathing hard, his chest rising and falling visibly but his pained expression seemed to have soften a little as compared to before.
The lift door slide close silently and Yuri tried his best to keep them both upright.
“Hang in there, we’re almost reaching… You’ll be fine...” He was mumbling. Though mostly to himself.
Yuri didn’t know what to do so he just kept on talking, hoping that whatever he’s saying would reach him and the other would feel slightly better.
“...thanks.” Yuri heard the other say softly. The other’s voice, though weak, seemed strangely familiar to him. His thoughts were interrupted though, as the lift door slide open with a ding. There was only one unit on that floor and Yuri half drag half carry themselves to the apartment door directly in front of them. Yuri caught the words that was carved on the nameplate beside the doorbell. “Yamada” it says.
“We’re here.” Rummaging through the stranger’s bag, he managed to grab the keys from the bottom of everything that was piled inside and opened the door with difficulties. The moment he pushed open the door, the smell of lavender hit him and he stumbled both of them into the apartment.
It was a neat one-room-flat, furnished with a dining room adjoint to a cosy kitchen and a living room with floors that seemed to shine. Yuri swore he could almost see his reflection on the marbled floor. Blinking slightly, Yuri quickly maneuvered both of them to the sofa that was nearest and gently laid him down to rest.
The guy, he assumed to be named Yamada, laid sideways with his eyes closed and Yuri noticed that his eyebrows were still furrowed together. Leaning down towards the guy, Yuri watched helplessly in hope that Yamada would feel better. He watched as Yamada curled himself up and moved to hug himself. Is he cold? He hadn’t notice that perspiration had formed and that he was panting away until a droplet of perspiration fell on the other’s cheeks.
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Word count: 672 words
Lying flat down on his back, Chinen Yuri stared up at the sky from the rooftop of the university he was studying at, with no concern about his clothes getting dirty. It’s his daily after lunch routine to find some place quiet so that he could just relax, have some peace and spend some alone time. Life was too stressful and this would be the only time he could actually empty his mind.
His daydreams start simple. For some reason, the clouds always seem particularly soft to him and he would imagine it melting in his mouth as he bite into it. Every time, that imaginary sweetness causes him to smile unconsciously but it will soon fade away. Washed away by heartache. Whenever this happens, he would suddenly sit up straight, his breath would quicken and his chest would experience sudden sharp pains. It's as if he's experiencing a heart attack. Clutching tight to his shirt, Yuri felt the urge to cry and he frowned at the emotion.
“Ryo…suke” he muttered, as a lone tear streamed down his cheek.
Yamada jerked and turned his head around to the call of his name, only to find that there was nobody behind him. Was it his imagination? He was sure he heard it clearly..
Another call, except that this time it was from a guy who is slightly taller than him. Yamada turned behind to find his friend staring right back at him with a worried expression. He heaved a sigh of relief.
“Keito…” he sighed.
“What's wrong?” Keito replied, as he took a seat opposite…… Yamada. They both worked in the same department and would spend their lunch time together if work allows.
Yamada gave Keito a reassuring smile and a shake of his head “Nothing much,” he started, then paused, looking at Keito’s worried face and decided to continue “actually pretty much the same.”
Keito knows about Yamada’s sudden attacks and he had tried ways to help him. He even introduced Yamada to a psychiatrist, hoping it was stress that was causing what Keito called hallucinations but nothing worked and now, the only thing he's able to do is to be Yamada’s listening ear.
Keito frowned. He had hoped that it was only something temporary but the attacks seemed to be getting more frequent and he could tell that it's troubling Yamada. “How bad is it?”
“Bad.” Yamada gave another bite to his onigiri and looked up to find Keito with raised eyebrows. He sighed again. “Bad enough?” He offered, hoping Keito would accept his explanations.
“Huh.” was what he get as a response and he figured that it was the best he could ask for.
“I mean, I would always feel this warmth glowing in my heart before it happens. That's not too bad right?”
Keito shrugged, “I guess?”
Keito made Yamada describe it the first time he was consulted on this matter, which was probably why he thought Yamada was under too much stress but he could see it. Whenever Yamada talks about that “warmth”, a slight smile tugs at his lips.
Keito smiled a bitter smile. “So you’re gonna be okay then?”
Yamada raised an eyebrow at him. “What...do you mean?“ Keito has obviously been watching too many medical american dramas for his own good.
“Like, what’re you going to do about it? You can’t continue like this. It’s going to cost you.”
“Cost me?“ Yamada frowned, cost me what? he pondered.
“Yeah, what if it cost you your life?” Keito’s eyes were serious. It has never occurred to Yamada that this might cost him his life. Sure, the pain was unbearable at times but the doctors said it wasn’t life threatening so, he was going to be fine, right? He had to agree that Keito’s right though, he can’t continue on like this.
“Maybe by curing your headaches, you might just find out more about your past from before the accident.” Keito continued and this made Yamada a little more convinced to look for a cure.
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Fragments of images flashed past and he cringed internally as he waits for the incoming pain. It hit him hard, as usual, and Yamada let out a soft whimper. This occurrence started a few weeks ago, and it comes and goes freely. It would always come when he less expects it, but for some reason, whenever he was alone. Yamada breathed in hard and tried to soothe the throbbing pain that attacked, rubbing his temples in an attempt to loosen the tension. Nothing helps. He tried. Doctor visits got him feeling more helpless after he went through scans after scans and was told that he was entirely healthy.
Then what’s wrong with him?
The pain subsided a few seconds later, it never last more than a minute and Yamada was able to breathe normally again. To be honest, he’s starting to get used to this pain. Somehow, somewhere, he felt a sense of familiarity with those images. Though however hard he tried to recall, nothing came. There would be this blurry image of a face, with a bright smile and it was that smile that felt familiar. That smile warms him and it gives his heart a tingly feeling, before he was assaulted by the pain and along with it, every memory of the images that flashed past.
Yamada threw his toast aside, barely eating half of it. Draining his cup of warm milk, he grabbed his bag after putting the dishes into the sink. He’ll deal with those when he’s back. “Ittekimasu”, he softly says before closing the door behind him. It was a habit, though he lives alone, but those words never failed to leave his mouth whenever he gets through the door.
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Genki stood in the darkness, his eyes glowing red as he watched his fellow friends attack the remaining villagers. The earth was soaked with blood and its thick scent hung in the air. It was night but the moon was glowing brightly, not that it mattered to Genki, he could see clearly in the dark. As clear as if it was daytime.
Genki licked the last drop of blood off his lips and smirked. He had warned them, stupid humans. He had warned them about getting close to his property, to where they were but they obviously do not listen. Foolish villagers. Now, they have to pay. He watched as the last few ended up on the ground, it ended fast so they probably felt no pain nor were they even aware that it happened. The wind blew strong, causing his cloak to flutter around him. Suddenly he heard a sob, spinning around he found a small boy crouched in a corner. He seemed to be crying, his head buried under his arms. Soft sobs came from within and Genki made his way to him.
He looked barely 10, judging from his size.
Genki always had a soft spot for kids, he had no idea why and currently his heart ached for the boy. If, he even had one from the start.
His eyes stopped glowing red as he squatted down in front of the boy.
His voice came out soft, barely a whisper but the boy jumped anyway. His head snapped up and Genki say his eyes widen in surprise.
"Hey~" he tried again and all he got was the boy trying to move further away from him, backing against the wall.
At least he responded, that's a start.
"You don't have to be afraid" Genki lifted his hand and reached to him, the boy flinched but stayed where he was and let Genki pat his head.
He stared at Genki with wide eyes, his voice trembling "I...I don't..?"
Genki chuckled and started tousling his hair, "of course not".
That gesture accompanied with his laughter seemed to calm the boy down and Genki smiled at that.
"What's your name?"
"Jinguji. Jinguji Yuta."
Genki nodded, as if considering something. Then he stood up and offered his hand to the boy. "I'll call you Jin-chan. Are you coming?"
Jin-chan hesitated, before reaching out his own and taking Genki's hand, pulling himself up in the process.
The wind blew and he shivered.
Genki smiled once again and pulled at his hand, letting Jin-chan fall into his arms.
-6 years later-
Jin-chan stumbled out of bed, yawning and stretching as he did. His hair stood up messily but he didn't bother to comb it straight. Getting out of his room, he walked down the deserted hallway, heading to the only room he'll be rather than his.
It was a room decorated with an antique door, a fanciful doorknob finishing off as an art piece. Jin-chan didn't bother knocking and proceeded in directly. The room was dark, not that it ever wasn't. Dark curtains covered the windows and only a stream of sunlight was allowed through a small one in the corner.
Genki looked up from the book he was reading upon hearing a sound.
"Ohayou" he smiled as Jin-chan came walking in sleepily.
"Ohayou~" Jin-chan stifled another yawn and walked over to Genki, leaning over the chair and onto him.
"What are you reading~?"
Genki had grown fond of this boy and had enjoyed himself playing with him while he grew up. Irritatingly, he had grown taller than Genki and now he has to tilt his head slightly to talk to him when they both stand. Of course Genki never changed. Not to his height nor to his facial features. He looked exactly the same.
Genki closed the book with a soft thump and reached out to ruffle Jin-chan's hair. A gesture that had become his habit whenever he sees him.
"Your hair's a mess.."
Jin-chan shrugged, carelessly reaching up to pull his hair straight. He climbed into Genki's chair, squeezing in the small space that was available and snuggled up to him. Genki rolled his eyes then froze, as Jin-chan's neck came close to him. He could hear his blood pulsing within the veins and he strained to keep himself from baring his fangs. No, he wouldn't attack Jin-chan and he wouldn't turn him. It's just wrong. Gracefully, he stood up from the chair, causing Jin-chan to fall sideways into it and earning a pout.
"Let's have breakfast~" with that, he strolled out of the room and into the dining area.
Includes: Mini Station, OP, Talk, Live (AinoArika), Small Window (actually I kinda cut the whole thing in cause they were too active), Back (almost all inside, except for those 0.00002secs where the cam zoomed past), ED.
Ah! Inoo! Arioka!!!
Original full file from 你什么都没有看到.
Did the cut myself and they were too hyper, I had a hard time trying to locate every shoot of them and add them in. D: Why so cute.
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Enjoy JUMP's cuteness!!!
P.S: Watched it live and the shock when Inoo-chan appeared in black hair. :0 (sorry if you didn't know and this became a spoiler)
Pairing: YamaChii, Ryutaro
Word count: 721 words
Yuri was about to leave the building when he heard a call from somewhere behind him. He turned around and found Yamada jogging up to catch up with him and gave him a smile.
"Let's go together."
Yamada didn't wait for a reply from Yuri but simply walked on together with him, their pace matched.
It was more sub-concious than anything else, when Yuri stopped in front of the door that led them outside, allowing Yamada to push open it for him even though he was the one who reached it first.
The cold air hit them as soon as the door opened and Yuri shivered slightly, holding his bag closer to him in an attempt to keep himself warm.
Yamada noticed his shiver and sighed inwardly. He then proceed to remove his jacket to place it over Yuri's shoulder. He still have his thick cardigan, he'll survive. Yuri never seem to listen to him whenever he nagged at him to wear more clothes. His words of advice always falling on deaf ears and before he know it, it has become a habit to bring something extra just in case Yuri needs it.
Yuri looked up at him and gave him a smile of gratitude before proceeding to pull the ends Yamada's jacket closer together. It was already warm inside and he was grateful for it.
The both walked on in silence, heading to the train station to catch the train home.
It was late in the night and they had been practising the dance for their newest single. With the upcoming year end music programmes and such, JUMP had been trying to gather everyone together as much as possible to practise their dance steps. Despite everyone's busy schedule, they managed to squeeze in a few hours everyday and Yamada had to admit that it felt good to be with his members.
They would always gather together after a few rounds of practising, chatting and laughing while they gulped down bottles of water and wiped the sweat that stuck their shirts to them.
He love being around JUMP but somehow he couldn't help but think that it wasn't the same anymore, not since that incident happened.
JUMP has 10 members, started with 10 and will always be 10.
Even their group name has 10 alphabets in it. That meant something, right?
Yamada knew that he probably was just thinking too much into it but something just feels off whenever he mentioned "the 9 of us" or "JUMP as 9". It just sounds so wrong.
He could never get used to it, no matter how much time passed.
He sighed once again, not noticing that this time it was out loud, which led to Yuri's look of concern directed to him.
Yamada gave him an apologetic smile and after a few minutes of silence, he let the question he's been asking himself all this while out.
"Chinen, do you think Ryutaro has a chance to be back with us?"
Yuri looked at him, bit his lower lip and sighed.
"I don't know."
"Maybe if all of us begged them for it, it might happened?"
"Maybe and I really hope they will, Ryosuke."
Yamada smiled. JUMP was nothing but united and if there's any member who need help, he could be assured that the whole group will be supporting him.
"Maybe after he graduate from Horikoshi, we would get him back."
Yuri nodded to that and smiled. "Ryu-chan said he wanted to complete his studies right? So after he graduate, he can be back! He knows everyone's waiting for him."
Yamada smiled back at him. His hopes getting high. He don't see how it's impossible, if Ryutaro fights for it and if JUMP fights for it, they couldn't possible refuse them right? The fans have been waiting, even the management knows that. They recieve letters and letters on Ryutaro, asking if he will be back soon, demanding for Ryutaro's appearance. It would be stupid to not let him return to JUMP.
Yamada slung his arm around Yuri's shoulder and hugged him closer. Yuri smiled happily at him and Yamada chuckled.
"Let's wait for him."
Yuri nodded and they fell silent again, this time walking slowly together with Yamada's arm still over Yuri's shoulder.
The night felt warmer.
A/N: Haven't write since forever and I hope you like this. ^^