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Ai Nante	By : SujiChan Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > NEWS Views: 981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 1: The Present.

“You’re coming, right?”

Tegoshi Yuya blinked, and tore his gaze away from the scenery outside the window. “Huh?”

Masuda Takahisa arched a brow, and grinned. “Where is your mind at? Honestly, lately you’ve been so distracted you’re forgetting words to songs, walking into things, don’t hear when someone’s talking to you, and…”

Rolling his eyes, Tegoshi gave a small smile and pushed up from the seat by the window. “I get the picture. You were saying, before that?”

Masuda hesitated for a second, thinking.

“Now who’s forgetting?” teased the younger male as he walked by.

A flush bloomed in Masuda’s cheeks. “It’s your fault to begin with. Maybe it’s something catching,” he teased back. “Oh yeah! Hey, you’re coming tonight, right? With the rest of us? We’re going to the beach to watch the sunrise.” The older male tilted his head slightly, watching his friend’s eyes grow distant and unseeing again. “Tegoshi?”

With a jolt he brought himself back to the present, offering a bright smile. “Of course I’ll go tonight!”

Masuda beamed, his smile overtaking his face, and his eyes crinkling. “Okay!” It wavered slightly, and concern darkened his eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?” When his friend nodded he again beamed, but his worries weren’t completely appeased.
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“Where the hell did you get a mini-bus?” Nishikido Ryo smirked and let his gaze pass over the vehicle. A little bigger than a minivan, it was what they usually travelled in when they didn’t have to fly or take the train when on tour.

Yamashita Tomohisa’s lips pursed, and he motioned to the back of the vehicle. “Just get in.”

A mischievous light in his eyes, Ryo instead got into the front passenger seat. “Can you even drive one of these boats?”

“You know, you don’t HAVE to come,” YamaPi shot back good-naturedly. He could see the others exiting the hotel, and he honked the horn to get their attention. He almost laughed at their reactions, liking the surprise clearly written on their faces.

Ryo chuckled. “Not bad, even Kei-Chan’s eyes got wide!”

Ryo was known for his ‘poison’ tongue. He never meant real harm; he just had an extremely dry and sarcastic sense of humour. YamaPi had learned, as he got to know Ryo, to let it all ride. Some of the others hadn’t quite learned that yet. They would. As the group got closer and spent more time together, they’d learn. And Ryo would learn when he’d gone too far, or when to curb that poison tongue of his.

“Whoa, when did you trade your convertible in for this?” Kato Shigeaki, otherwise known as simply Shige by the others, quipped as they piled into the other seats.

“My convertible is safely at home. I couldn’t very well fit everyone in it.” YamaPi started the motor, checked the rear-view and side mirrors, and pulled out. He let Ryo play with the radio, trying to find the ‘perfect’ station, let the others chat and tease and laugh, and even let Shige set up his iPod when the radio proved too boring to keep turned on. He concentrated on driving, and occasionally glanced into the rear-view.

When he did he always caught Tegoshi, obviously lost in thought, and staring with obvious melancholy out the window at the city going by. Slowly the youngest of the group shifted until his head rested against the glass, and one hand lifted so a fingertip could trace some invisible drawing. YamaPi frowned, every now and then peering at Tegoshi again, recognizing someone suffering some personal pain in silence, and knew that later, when they had more chance of being alone, he’d approach the younger male and see if he could help.

Koyama Keiichiro turned to ask Tegoshi something, and never got the words out. The one most likely to lend a hand and mother the others in the group, he silently watched the younger male, and wanted desperately to ask him if he was okay, but didn’t want to bring attention to how Tegoshi was behaving. Shige and Ryo would tease him, everyone would start to question him, and it could do more harm. He turned back around; suddenly chattering away to keep the others distracted from the younger male, and yet couldn’t stop wondering what could be weighing so heavily on such a young heart.
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“Here we are!” YamaPi parked, and cut the engine. “Everyone out!” he shouted, opening his door and pocketing the key as he did so. He loitered around, taking his time, letting others go ahead to the water. “Tesshi,” he started, grabbing the younger male’s arm. “You okay?”

Tegoshi flashed a bright smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Fine. Just tired.” He glanced away from YamaPi’s probing gaze. He’d always admired the older male, and knew those eyes could make him talk. Talk and not stop. Talk and cry. Talk and share things he wasn’t yet ready to share with anyone.

Moistening his lips he ran a hand through his hair, and still wouldn’t look at the other. Group leader, friend, and older brother; YamaPi wouldn’t let it drop easily. “Not yet,” he whispered. “I’m not ready to share it yet.” Dropping his hand to his chest he tapped it a few times. “I want to selfishly hold onto it a little longer.”

YamaPi let the younger male’s arm go. “Okay, I can respect that. But you’ve got five people who care for you here. When you’re ready, we’ll be here.”

Tegoshi swallowed hard, and nodded. “Thanks.” He headed for the water, where the others were trying to see who they could bully or dare into venturing into the surf to see just how cold it was. Forcing a smile and light-heartedness he didn’t feel at present, Tegoshi launched himself at Ryo and Masuda, an arm flopping over each of their shoulders. “I think Ryo-Chan should do it!”

“Me? What the hell for?” Ryo blustered, playfully pushing the younger male away.

“But your cold poison tongue will keep you safe,” Tegoshi teased.

They playfully argued more, and in the end YamaPi calmly walked to the surf, keeping his feet just out of reach, crouched, and extended a hand so the frothing water lapping in would swallow his fingertips. He leapt up, laughing, and moved away. Then he went to Koyama, the easiest to pick on, and pressed his freezing fingertips against the male’s neck.

Koyama yelped, and stumbled back. “Hey! Those are like ice!”

Masuda glanced at Tegoshi who was genuinely laughing, and was glad to see it. He’d been very worried about his best friend. But maybe it had been for nothing. Seemed like Tegoshi was now okay.
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The fire helped to keep them a little warmer. The sun had set hours ago, it was dark enough that the stars were reflected on the ocean’s surface, and they were huddled in their winter coats. Shige suddenly let out a yawn that made his jaw crack, and it set the others to chuckling.

“Getting old, Shige, that you can’t stay up all night?” YamaPi teased, leaning back against the front of the mini-bus.

“Hey, did anyone think of bringing something to drink or eat?” Ryo asked after tossing another log onto the fire. “We’re all over 20 now so a beer would be great!”

“Sounds good,” Masuda nodded. “Tegoshi?” He turned to ask his friend what he thought of a beer right now. He blinked to see a tear rolling down the other’s cheek. “Tegoshi?” he softly repeated.

Tegoshi felt all their gazes swing to him. He leaned back against the front side of the vehicle, his head back, his eyes shut, and let the tears fall. Lifting a hand he shakily covered his eyes, gave a choked cough, and then spoke in a thick, hopeful voice. “I guess now would be a good time to share.”

YamaPi pushed from the vehicle and clapped his hands together. “Before you do let’s get a beer. Nothing like a group of friends sharing over a beer.” He went to the back of the mini-bus to a small trunk-like opening and pulled out a grocery bag. He went around giving a can of beer to each male.

Tegoshi took the can, pursing his lips, and nodded. “Thanks.” After a few moments they all moved closer to the fire, and he knew they waited patiently. This was, after all, his story to tell. How did he start? Where did he start? “I guess it all started around September…”
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