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[ONE-SHOT] Apologize

Fri, 27 Feb 2009 20:19:10 GMT

[mood| tired]

Title: Apologize
Pairing: Jacob/Leah
Genre: Angst
Rating: T for language
Summary: "But he never comes back. He never calls, never phases, never talks to anyone from the pack, not even Embry or Quil. He never says he's sorry."
A/N: I can't stop writing about Blackwater! D: This is a companion to my other one-shot How to Save a Life. You don't have to read it to understand this one but it might be better if you do (plus, it would make me happy, but I'm just saying). Anyway, this one-shot is inspired by OneRepublic's song Apologize. Expect this one-shot series to continue because I have lots of ~~angsty~~ ideas for Blackwater! Also expect grammatical errors and slight crappiness cuz I fail at proofreading ~~actually I'm just lazy but w/e~~.

Leah Clearwater is staring at the picture of her father that rests on top of her dresser. She's been staring at it for a good ten minutes, contemplating whether or not to pack it into her already stuffed duffel bag. She wants to bring it with her, it's her favorite, that's why she has it framed and put in a place where she can see it all the time. She sighs sadly and realizes for the umpteenth time since her father died that she really misses him. He may have passed on but dammit her father was the only man in her life who had never let her down.

She reaches for the framed photo and gently places it in her bag before securely zipping it closed. It's a symbol, a representation of her departure. Leah is never going to come back.

It isn't like she doesn't want to come back. God knows that the broken beauty doesn't want to leave at all. She'll never admit it openly but she's going to miss her mother, Seth, the pack...

But Leah knows that she has to leave, go far away and never come back. She wants to return, someday, at least, and she hopes one day she'll be strong enough to. But right now she knows that she can't, the heavy ache in her heart a painful reminder of all her failures, telling her that she's weak and she won't make it.

Leah knows the only way she can get through this is if she lets go.

Because Jacob Black's got her strung up in the air, holding on for her life, and she's so high she has no fucking idea if he's going to drag her along this torture ride any longer or if he's going to touch back down to earth and reality with her. And that's where the problem lies because Leah doesn't fucking know.

Leah tried to give Jacob time. They hadn't spoken since their fight so she left him alone. She thought that if she gave him his space, gave him time, he would think about what she said, think about how right she was. So she waited for him - waited, waited, waited. Every minute of the day, Leah would think, Are you realizing it now, Jacob? Do you see it, this very second? I know you're there, dammit. Please, be Jacob again, the one I know, the one I love...

But he never comes back. He never calls, never phases, never talks to anyone from the pack, not even Embry or Quil. He never says he's sorry.

Sorry for being another mindless imprinter.

Sorry for turning his back on the pack.

Sorry for not realizing it any sooner.

Sorry for hurting her.

No, he doesn't say he's sorry, not at all.

Leah cannot stay a moment longer, it would be masochistic of her to allow herself to get hurt once more. A very miniscule part of Leah is grateful that Sam is at least aware of what he has done, knows the pain he caused her and will forever be apologetic, no matter if he has Emily, the flawless imprint. But Jacob is so warped, so not him that he doesn't have the slightest fucking idea of what he does to Leah on a daily basis, the way her face hardens when his eyes light up at the sight of his precious vampire spawn. He doesn't see how close to the edge she is, that any moment she will fall, crumble, lose.

So she has to let go on her own, find her footing so she can get through this. Leah once tried to save Jacob but failed miserably. Now it was time to try and save herself.

She scans her room, quickly thinking of anything else she might need for a long, lonely journey. After three scans Leah realizes that she is no longer thinking about what she needs but is trying to memorize her room, trying to remember what it looks like. She easily throws her packed duffel bag over her shoulder and turns on her heel.

She writes a quick note for her mother and little brother. Leah may be a complex, difficult person but her words are straight forward and right to the point.

Mom, Seth,

I'm sorry but this is something I just have to do. I'll come back, someday.

I love you both.

Leah

She knows she's lying when she says she'll come back but Leah doesn't want to hurt them any more than she already has.

Leah leaves the note on the dining table where her mother will see it when she comes home and looks for the mail. She bites her lip and swallows back a sob that threatens to escape. As she heads for the front door, Leah tries not to look back on the living room, the kitchen, the dining table. She wants to remember it the way it was yesterday when her mother was in the kitchen, laughing at her and Seth playing on the Xbox. Leah had never played with Seth on the damn thing before but she wanted to leave her brother with one last happy memory of his sister.

Her hand is on the doorknob, fingers curled around it and ready to twist it open, when the phone in the kitchen starts ringing. It doesn't startle her, doesn't make her jump, but she looks at it and it seems to ring louder and louder every time, like a siren, an omen. Good or bad, she doesn't know. She stares at the phone for a while because, shit, whoever is calling is not giving up and it just keeps ringing.

Without hesitation she twists open the doorknob and walks out of her small house.

Leah never looks back. She heads straight to her old Thunderbird - her father's old car and a gift to her when she turned eighteen - throws her bag in the back, and climbs into the car. She doesn't stop, her movements are fluid and continuous. She's starting the car, backing out of the short driveway, and is soon driving away, down the road, leading her away from home.

Far, far away she will go, and not once will Leah Clearwater look back.

But the phone in the kitchen just keeps ringing even as Leah furthers the distance between herself and her home. It's frighteningly loud, almost screaming, begging to be answered. Finally the rings stop and it's quiet.

"Leah."

His voice is husky, rough with anxiety and exhaustion. The peaceful, happy intonation in his voice, the one he never seems to be rid of ever since he imprinted, is gone and it's like it was never there. He sounds so tired, so lost.

"Leah, are you there? Please, pick up the phone. Look, I know things ended badly last time and I haven't been around or talked to you at all. I've been a real asshole, I know. But lately I've been feeling... different. I don't feel the same anymore, Leah. I don't know... I... I started thinking about everything you said. I-It didn't hit me until now but... it's so hard to explain but if you'll just pick up the phone. Leah, please, I... I really need you."

There is a pregnant silence and then Jacob sighs. It's so soft, so weak, but through the answering machine the sound is amplified and his painful heartache resonates throughout the cold, empty house.

"I'm sorry."

[ONE-SHOT] How to Save a Life

Fri, 06 Feb 2009 02:41:03 GMT

[mood| hot]

Title: How to Save a Life
Pairing: Jacob/Leah
Genre: Angst
Rating: T for language
Summary: "They say that imprinting is like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. Well, they're fucking wrong - imprinting is what blinds the man in the first place."
A/N: This isn't my first Blackwater fic but I just wrote this and I wanted to get it up right away. It's inspired by The Fray's song How to Save a Life. Love that song, it's so sad and it reminds me of Jacob and Leah every time I hear it. Anyway, I don't really proofread when I'm on this kind of high so there will most likely be lots of grammatical errors and whatnot but, whatever, that's life. Oh, and I wrote this in present tense - I don't know why I did because I never write like that but it flows better like this.

He comes around into our living room and settles into the recliner next to the couch. That recliner had practically become his seeing as that he was here a lot and always sitting in it. He hasn't been around much lately, actually, so I feel a little warmer knowing that he's here. But I can't ignore that disgusting scent he brought in with him. He just came from their house, obviously. He's always there instead of here and the thought alone erupts a small growl from my lips. He doesn't notice it though since he's still on his imprint high. What's worse than the icy, sickly smell pouring off of him is that ridiculously goofy I'm-the-happiest-person-alive smile on his face.

"So where is Seth?" He finally speaks after a good minute of staring at nothing and still smiling that stupid smile. He notices the Xbox controllers on the floor right below the television and stretches one of his long legs out to nudge one with his foot. He used to play Halo with Seth, Embry, and Quil all the time. They were so freaking annoying but I'd probably do just about anything to hear them banter over the stupid game again.

"He went out to meet some girl," I tell him. I'm not so sure about Seth dating. I don't want my brother to imprint and I'd rather have him date and fall in love with girls of his choice. But if he were to imprint while he was dating, especially if said imprint was not the girl he was seeing, then that would cause a lot of heartache for her. I know that kind of pain and I've already been through it twice. I'd probably castrate Seth if he ever did that.

Jacob looks at me with wide, curious eyes. "Did he imprint?"

I scoff and roll my eyes before averting them back to the television. He doesn't say anything but I know that he understands.

After a while of not really paying attention to whatever show I was watching, I turn the television off and turn towards Jacob. He wasn't even watching and so he doesn't notice that I had turned the television off. He's staring at some spot on the floor but I know his mind and heart are miles away with a particular little bronze-haired spawn. He's smiling and I've never seen him so happy.

I hate that smile. Most people would tell me that I'm just being a bitch - typical Leah hating that someone is happy. But he's not happy. At least, not truly happy. Not by his own accord.

There was once a time where Jacob Black used to get on my very last nerves. His incessant pining over Bella and his naiveness that he could just run away from his problems. But there was also a time where Jacob Black became my best friend. Loyal, trusting, patient, kind, understanding, honest - he had become the one person in my life who I knew wouldn't let me down. But now here he is, letting me down and putting me through this pain all over again. The worst part is that he doesn't even realize it. Why did I have to trust him so fucking much? Why did I have to let him in? Why did I have to love him?

"Jacob."

He looks up at me with so much joy in his eyes that I almost shut my mouth. But they just aren't his eyes. There is no real meaning behind them; it's like fate told him to be happy and he has no fucking idea why but he does it anyway. They say that imprinting is like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. Well, they're fucking wrong - imprinting is what blinds the man in the first place.

"What's up?" He asks cheerfully.

I take a deep breath before I speak. "I don't want Seth to imprint."

Jacob's smile doesn't fall from his face. In fact, he chuckles a little and nudges my knee with his knuckles. I try to ignore the flutter in my chest.

"Imprinting isn't so bad, Leah. Seth is already such a happy camper, imagine what he'll be like when he does imprint!"

He laughs again but I'm not laughing. In fact, I'm fuming.

"What the hell do you mean when he imprints?" I growl. I don't even realize that I'm clutching onto the armchair so hard that before I can stop myself, it rips. "My baby brother is not going to imprint!"

He's still smiling and I hate it more and more. "Don't be so dramatic. Seriously, imprinting is great, I don't know why I hated it so much before."

And now I can't stop at all.

"Yeah, what happened to that guy, Jake?! Because I would really love to know where he went! The Jacob who had a fucking mind of his own, who hated imprinting because it took away his choices! The Jacob who wasn't some vampire spawn's play thing! I like him a hell of a lot better than the zombie you've become!"

The look on his face changes drastically. His smile is replaced with a contorted, angry grimace and it's the most honest, most real expression I've seen from him in ages. I don't even care that he's starting to get mad. This is Jacob I'm seeing and I'd rather take him real and furious than blind and falsely happy.

"Don't ever talk about her like that," he spits. He's not shaking though which is good - I can't afford a new couch.

"What happened to you?" I hiss. I start to stand up slowly and eventually I'm towering over him. "I don't even know you anymore."

"I'm the same person," he bites back. He's standing up and now it's him that's towering over me. "I'm still me."

"No you're fucking not! You are not the same! You're just like everyone else! Sam, Quil, Paul, Jared - everyone! No, scratch that, you're even worse!"

"Shut up."

"Like hell I will! You just don't want to hear it because you know it's true! At least, I hope you know it's true! Because ever since you fucking imprinted you don't have a goddamn mind of your own anymore! You used to tell me all the time how you hated imprinting - we were always on the same page, Jake! Remember that? Remember how you said it took away all your choices?

"You don't have a choice anymore, Jake! Everything is Nessie, Nessie, Nessie! At least Quil still makes time for the pack. You don't even come around here anymore! And the only time you want us to get together is when there might be a possible threat against your precious imprint. Or how about when you were so willing to run away from all of us when we were up against those Italian vamps? Do you remember that, Jake? I saw it in your head - we all saw it in your head! You were willing to leave us all behind for her!"

I can see the fire in Jacob's features and it's burning furiously. A small glimmer in his eyes tells me that he understands though - he knows exactly what I'm talking about. But it doesn't matter. None of it fucking matters to him. All that matters is Nessie.

"You know I still care about you guys," he mutters. "You're my pack. Shit, you're my family. I... I...."

I shake my head. "Not anymore, Jake. You might as well make a new renegade pack with just you and your precious Nessie because none of us matter to you anymore. I don't matter to you anymore."

I can't stop the words from coming out of my mouth but they're already gone and sunk into Jacob's head. Something flashes across his features and suddenly his face relaxes and his eyes soften.

"Leah, you don't understand-"

"Of course I don't understand," I cut him off. "I don't want to understand. I don't want to be trapped like the rest of you are."

He's angry again but only because he knows I'm right. Somewhere, deep down within him, I know he's still in there. I know somewhere in there he hates being bound to that child. I know somewhere in there he wants to be free again. I know Jacob is in there, somewhere, but I don't know if I'm reaching him at all. But I try, hard, to grab hold and pull him out. I have to free him, I have to save him - I just don't know how.

"I am not trapped. And I'm still the same. Look, I'll try and make more time for you guys-"

"Ugh!" I throw my hands into my hair and run them through it in frustration. "That's not what I'm talking about, Jake! It's more than that and you know it!"

"-but I just wish you would be happy for me! Be happy that I'm fucking happy!"

I want to be happy for him. Oh, God, I want to be happy for him so much. For him, with him - anything. I want him to be so happy. But this isn't happiness.

He's breathing so hard that I can feel it against my cheeks. He doesn't give me a chance to speak because in a second he's walking away and heading out the door. I stare after him for a while, hoping that he'll turn around and come back. All the weak hope I harbor is all for Jacob Black, hope that he'll open his eyes and see that I do want him to be happy and that I'm just trying to be his friend, the only thing that I can be. But he doesn't come back and I know that it's too late. I tried to grab hold but I just couldn't get to him. He's gone now, more gone than I can ever imagine.

I slump down to the floor, defeated.

I couldn't save him.

[ONESHOT] THE 'I HATE YAMAPI' CLUB

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 12:09:48 GMT

[mood| NOT EXACTLY COHERENT]
[music| Mugendai - Kanjani8]

Title: The 'I Hate Yamapi' Club
Group: Kanjani8
Genre: Comedy
A/N: For some strange reason, I have this notion that Kanjani8 doesn't like Yamapi ~~especially Yoko~~. So my crazy mind came up with this little scenario ;) Ryo-chan is not in this club but the rest are. Oh, and Uchi isn't in this, sorry. It just felt more fitting what with all the RyoPi love going around. And I don't mean to insinuate that Eito are a bunch of jerks (because we all know they're not! 8D) but I just think it would be hilarious if they didn't like Pi. Oh, and the club thing is just a joke; even though I think they don't like him, I really don't expect them to have a club about it. So if you love Pi or if you're sensitive Pi fan, DON'T READ THIS. I really don't feel like getting "YOU'RE A BITCH!" comments kthx :D Oh, and there will be implied OhYass, of course ;D

The sounds of their booming laughter filled the room as the six of them howled at the joke Ryuhei just made. Shota was clapping his hands in glee, Shingo was stomping his feet, Yu was slapping his knee, Subaru was in a fit of giggles, and Tadayoshi was trying to catch his breath but was failing just like always. Oh, yes, that one was indeed one of the funniest jokes they heard. Of course it was! It was from Ryuhei, after all.

"Oh, wait, wait!" Tadayoshi finally caught his breath and - after a few more gasps - stood up.

He took Shingo's shirt from the couch (because Shingo just couldn't keep his shirt on) and tied it around his waist. He climbed up onto the coffee table and as he did an exaggerated dance of Daite Senorita, Tadayoshi sang the words to the song only instead he changed the lyrics in which they, of course, were poking fun at Yamapi.

The six of them burst into more laughter as Tadayoshi continued with his dancing and singing. Tadayoshi finally couldn't dance anymore because he was laughing so he jumped from the coffee table and collapsed onto the floor in giggles.

"I got one!" Yu raised his hand in excitement. "Who am I?"

Yu's animated face suddenly became stiff and serious, his lips jutting out in a grumpy-looking pout.

Shingo snickered. "Uh, you?"

"Baka!" Yu meant to slap Shingo harder but his laughter made his hand weak and the slap harmless.

"Oh, I'm Yamapi," Subaru said as he perfectly imitated Yamapi's monotone voice. "I'm such a grump! But I act all sexy because I'm the sexy NEWS member and I act cute because I was Akira! But I can't take jokes because I'm just so uptight. Daite Senorita, grr."

They roared with laughter once again. The euphoria was definitely high as it always was when they did this. Shota giggled uncontrollably in the small blue chair he was sitting on. Even though Shota shared the same feeling as his band mates, he could never have the heart to make fun of someone. However, he laughed his adorable blonde head off whenever they did.

The laughter died down as soon as Ryo walked in on them.

"What are you guys laughing at?" He questioned as he took off his sunglasses and set his bag down on the ground.

"Oh, nothing," Subaru said with an innocent smile. "How was the photoshoot with NEWS?"

"It was fun. Yamapi said something really funny today and we all were laughing."

The six of them snickered.

"He did?" Shingo bit his lip to refrain from laughing out loud.

"Yamapi actually said something funny?" Of course Yu would be the one to take the more blunt road.

"Uh, yeah," Ryo replied with hesitation. His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as the others began to laugh and giggle. Maybe he was imagining things but Ryo noticed that his band mates would behave this way whenever he brought up Yamapi. Yes, it could have been his imagination or it could have been something else. "Do you guys not like Yamapi or something?"

"No, of course not, Ryo-chan!" Ryuhei waved his hand dismissively.

"We have no reason not to like him," Shota said with the sweetest smile. How could anyone not believe the blonde haired baby faced cutie? And Ryo did believe him. Ah, yes, it was just his imagination.

"Okay, if you guys say so," Ryo said with a returning smile.

"Hey, I'm hungry," Tadayoshi whined as he rubbed his tummy; his other arm was draped around Shota's shoulders. "Let's go out and get something to eat!"

"Are you paying?" Ryuhei asked as he stood and stretched.

Tadayoshi shrugged. "Sure."

"Let me go to the bathroom first." And Ryo headed out the door to use the bathroom.

The six of them leaned in together with mischievous smiles on their bright, handsome faces.

"Meeting adjourned!" Yu snickered.

The rest of them giggled silently as they did their secret handshake. After their handshake, they skipped off to fetch their band mate from the bathroom so they could go out and eat.

[ONE-SHOT] Drunk

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 10:31:26 GMT

[mood| ditzy]

Title: Drunk
Pairing: OhYass
Genre: Comedy/Fluff?
A/N: It's late. I'm tired. But after learning that Tacchon is one of the funniest, craziest drunks ever, my mind can't stop thinking about how cute drunken Tacchon is. And, well, my mind is very biased and my imagination is even better when it's of OhYass 8Dv So, yeah. Here is the result of me staying up late and reading about how hubby is when he gets drunk. A SLEEPY STEF CANNOT BE TRUSTED.

Shota staggered into the apartment, stumbling as he stepped through the front door. With one arm around his boyfriend, he towed him into the apartment as he giggled in Shota’s ear. Though Tadayoshi was younger than Shota, he was taller and heavier, so it made the smaller man struggle to support him.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaasu," Tadayoshi giggled before letting out a small hiccup. He poked at his boyfriend’s ear. "Did you know your ear is pierced?"

"Yes, I know, Tacchon," Shota replied in a calm voice.

Tadayoshi smiled and pressed his face into the side of Shota’s face.

"I want to lick your ear," Tadayoshi whispered, and then hiccupped. The potent smell of alcohol wafted from Tadayoshi’s mouth into Shota’s nose.

"Let’s get you settled before any of that, okay?"

Tadayoshi pushed himself off from his boyfriend and pried his arm off of him.

"I am perfectly fine to myself walk onto the couch," Tadayoshi slurred as he tried to walk towards Shota’s couch. He swayed from side to side, giggling and hiccupping. Shota watched him closely to make sure he didn’t fall and hit his head or something. Tadayoshi swayed a bit far to the left and fell to the floor. Shota sprinted to his side but only for Tadayoshi to fall on him, pinning him underneath the younger man’s body.

"Yasu! What are you doing down there!"

Shota sighed and wiggled out from underneath Tadayoshi. As soon as he was out from under him, Tadayoshi lay still on the floor. The side of his face was pressed onto the thick carpet and his butt was sticking out into the air. Tadayoshi wiggled his butt at Shota.

"Yoo-hoo!" Tadayoshi called in high-pitched voice. "Yassan! Look at me!"

Shota felt his lips twitch and he fought back a smile. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around Tadayoshi’s waist. He carefully pulled him up so Tadayoshi was standing upright. It didn’t actually last long because as soon as he was up, Tadayoshi fell forward and leaned against Shota.

"I’m hungry," he whined, touching Shota’s face with his long, slender fingers.

"I think you should get some rest," Shota suggested softly as he kissed Tadayoshi’s forehead. Tadayoshi only shook his head.

"No, I’m hungry!" He wailed as he once again pushed himself off of Shota. He swaggered towards the kitchen. "S`okay, Yasuda Shota. I’ll make me something then."

Shota realized that a drunken Tadayoshi was not safe in a kitchen where he could possibly hurt himself. He ran after him and pulled him back.

"Okay, if you’re really hungry, I’ll make you something. All right?"

Tadayoshi giggled and leaned in to poke Shota on the nose. "Nya!"

Shota rolled his eyes and led his boyfriend to the couch where he sat him down.

"Stay here, okay?" Shota tried to make his voice sound stern. He didn’t like speaking to his boyfriend like he was a dog. But right now, it was the only way to talk to him.

Tadayoshi nodded his head like a small child. Shota waited a moment before heading into the kitchen to find something for Tadayoshi to eat. He figured it would be best if he did eat something after all; he needed something to soak up all that alcohol. It was too late to cook and he needed something fast. So he made a quick cup of instant noodles. Shota walked back towards the living room as he blew at the hot cup of noodles.

"Okay, Tacchon, here is-"

He wasn’t on the couch. Shota stopped blowing at the cup and set it down on the table. He turned around in panic, frantically looking for Tadayoshi.

"Tacchon, where are you?" Shota called out. Suddenly, he heard giggling coming from his bedroom. He quickly ran for his bedroom and swung open the door. Tadayoshi stood in the middle of Shota’s room, his pants at his ankles and one of Shota’s skirts around his hips. He twirled around and giggled.

"Yasu, your skirts are so small," he hiccupped. He twirled around again and fell to the floor.

With a sigh, Shota walked over to his boyfriend and helped him up.

"Tacchon, didn’t I tell you to stay on the couch?"

"Nooooooooooo," Tadayoshi giggled. "Yasu said he would stay on the couch."

Shota sighed, again. Tadayoshi wrapped his arms around Shota’s body and nuzzled his face in the crook of Shota’s neck.

"Yasu. Yasu? Yasu, I love you. I really love you," Tadayoshi slurred as he squeezed Shota’s body. "I like your skirts. Can I have one?"

Shota smirked and wrapped his arms around Tadayoshi. "I know you do, Tacchon. I love you, too. And, yes, if you want one of my skirts, you can have one."

He towed his boyfriend once more out to the living room where his cup of noodles was waiting for him. Tadayoshi still had on one of Shota’s skirts and his pants were still around his ankles. When he sat down to eat, Shota gently pulled off his pants so he wouldn’t trip.

"Yasu, are you trying to seduce me?!" Tadayoshi said with a mouthful of noodles. Shota just smiled as he folded Tadayoshi’s pants and placed them on the couch.

Tadayoshi quickly finished his noodles and dropped the empty cup onto the floor. Shota picked it up and set it on the table. He watched as Tadayoshi’s eyelids began to droop. Suddenly, with a kick, he fell back onto the couch.

"I can’t sleep," he whined as he flailed his legs about. Shota pulled the blanket from the couch and draped it over Tadayoshi.

"Just try and sleep, Tacchon." Shota gently stroked Tadayoshi’s hair as he mumbled more incoherent things.

Shota started to gently hum to Tadayoshi as the shroud of exhaustion was taking over him. He let out one more slurred giggled and fell fast asleep. Shota smiled at Tadayoshi and lightly kissed his cheek.

"Sweet dreams," he whispered.

He got up and sat on the other side of the couch, watching Tadayoshi until he too fell asleep.

[ONE-SHOT] Darling

Wed, 27 Jun 2007 08:36:42 GMT

[mood| creative]

TITLE: Darling
PAIRING: OhYass
GENRE: Comedy/one-shot
A/N: Quick one-shot. This is supposed to be OhYass but Yasu doesn't even make an appearance and Tacchon barely does either. It's basically Hina and Yoko but they help fuel the fluff of OhYass >D Gayness. Oh, and if you haven't listened to the Recomen when they called Yasu to talk about his solo, I don't think you'll really get this :x

Shingo and Yu sat around the studio waiting for their band mates to arrive. Actually, one in particular, was the one who was running late. But it wasn't as if he was extremely late so they waited patiently for him. Suddenly, on the table they were sitting at, Shota's cell phone started to ring. He ran off to quickly use the bathroom and had left his cell phone behind.

"Yasu's phone is ringing," Shingo said, stating the obvious.

Yu pursed his lips and stared at the phone. "Should we answer it?"

whack~!

"No, it's not our phone," Shingo said. "We'll just tell Yasu it was ringing when he comes back."

The phone stopped ringing for a moment but then it started to vibrate and ring again. This time Yu leaned over the table to see who was calling Shota's phone. As soon as he saw the phone, he fell on his sides and burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Shingo asked.

Yu couldn't contain his laughter so he picked up the phone and showed it to Shingo.

"E~?!" Shingo started laughing as he saw who was calling Shota. "Darling? So it's true! Yasu does have a darling!"

"A...A...... Answer it!" Yu said in between his laughter.

Shingo pressed the button to answer and put the phone to his ear. Before he could even acknowledge whoever was calling Shota's phone, the person on the other line answered.

"Yasu! I'm sorry, I'm running late. I'll be there-"

"Tacchon?!" Shingo gasped as he burst into laughter again.

Tadayoshi was silent for a moment. "Hina?"

"Yes..... this is.... Hina."

"What are you doing answering Yasu's phone?" Tadayoshi tried to sound angry but the embarrassment was evident in his voice.

"What are you doing under the name of darling on Yasu's phone?!"

There was silence again on the other line.

"I'll be there soon," and then Tadayoshi hung up.

It's not as if Hina heard him though; he fell back onto the floor in a fit of laughter.

NEWS PARADISE AWARDS

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 10:34:19 GMT

I was voted Funniest, Most on Crack, Most Addicted to NP, Biggest Spammer, Most Retarted, and Most Ghetto Gangsta @ NewS Paradise's Members Awards

you know, that useless shit.

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 10:18:47 GMT

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☆ Asian Music Blog Crew ☆ >> Yasuda Shota
★ TWILIGHT ♬ Emmett Cullen
*Asians Kick Bootie* Blog Crew ☆ Nishikido Ryo
JE SPARKLES;; Yokoyama Yu johnny's entertainment blog crew
[OhYass] ♥ One True Loves ♥ johnny's entertainment blog crew
Baby [Yasuda Shota] •Totally Ga Ga• //Asian Entertainment Blog Crew//
Okura Tadayoshi asked "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" to you BlogCrew

STAMPED

I was stamped as Nishikido Ryo @ eito_ratings

CLAIMS



I claimed OhYass & Yasuda Shota & Okura Tadayoshi @ je_claims



I claimed Okura's ~~fat~~ arms & Okura's lips & Yassu's eyes @ hen_naclaims



I claimed the Green Ranger & Okura's drumming & Butterfly I Loved & Tadako @ k8_claims

I claimed Kusano Hironori @ jenews_claims

I claimed Fujigaya Taisuke @ kismyft2_claims

I claimed Okura Tadayoshi & Yasuda Shota @ claim_a_guy