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Ai Nante	By : SujiChan Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > NEWS Views: 981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Absolutely fake. I do not know anyone from NEWS or anyone else in this piece of fiction, nor do I make any money off it.

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Part 2: The Near Past.

Tegoshi let out a frustrated cry, and fell back against the wall, both hands going to his face, and slid slowly down until he sat on the floor. Taking deep breaths started to calm him, but he wasn’t ready yet to calm down. Not yet, dammit! So he banged the back of his head against the wall three times, each hit a little harder until he felt a headache starting. Good, it would keep him in a foul mood.

“Yuya? Yuya, are you okay? Yuya?”

Tegoshi’s hands dropped to his lap, and he shot an angry glare at the bedroom door. “I’m fine, Mom. I… I stubbed my foot on something and it ticked me off.” It was a lie, but she’d accept it.

“Be careful! Supper will be ready soon so don’t forget to wash up before you come down.”

He heard her footsteps receding, and he rested his head back, staring up at the wall by his bed. There were a few photos up there of him with NEWS. His brown eyes scanned each one, falling on his own smiling face and staring hard at it before he turned away in disgust and finally pushed to his feet. On his desk sat a magazine, and he went to it and found the 6-page spread on NEWS. His own face beamed up at him, and he stared at it, his disgust building until, finally, he threw the magazine across the room.

Eyes falling shut, Tegoshi’s lips thinned, and he hung his head. He was so sick and tired of being the cute one. Though Masuda meant well, he’d pretty much said it was just Tegoshi’s nature so that’s how they saw him, and it was okay. But it wasn’t okay. It wasn’t okay at all. He’d tried talking to Johnny-san, but that one had told him he was doing a good job, and that YamaPi and Ryo-Chan were the sexy and cool ones, Masuda was the strong and smiling one, Shige was the hot and mysterious one, Koyama was the mama and pretty one, and Tegoshi was the cute and innocent one. It sold CDs, it sold concert tickets, and it sold magazines. Why screw with a good thing?

Photographers were always telling him to give that cute look. Girls saw his photos in magazines or posters and said he was cute. His mother and grandmother put up his posters and kept talking about how cute he was. That’s all he ever heard: ‘what a cute child’, or ‘what a cute boy’, or ‘what a cute guy!’

Falling on his bed he stared up at the ceiling. He wasn’t a child. He was nineteen years old, and in two months he’d be a legal adult. Though he was starting to doubt that turning twenty would change anyone’s mind about how he looked. He’d spent months working on his dancing to look sexier, practiced posing for photos in front of a mirror so he’d be able to give steamier looks, and even took more careful time with his hair and clothes to look less boyish. Some of the guys had teased him, and that was okay. It was expected they would because they’d also teased him when he’d outgrown his earlier cute boyish looks and became handsomer. Some critics had gone so far as to say he’d only achieved good looks by plastic surgery. That had hurt.

In two months he’d be twenty. He wanted to do something special. Oh, he knew he’d have his public celebration for it, and his family and the guys would be there. His family would have a special dinner for him. But after that he wanted to do something adult. Too bad most people knew who Tegoshi Yuya was. He’d love to be around people who didn’t know him as the cute baby of NEWS, and who’d see him as a man.
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“I’m home,” Tegoshi called as he paused to remove his shoes at the door. It had been a long day of photo shoots and interviews and practice with the group. All he wanted was a snack, a drink, and to go to his room to start on the essay he had to do for school. When he entered the kitchen he paused, his gaze going from his mother to the guest that sat at the table with her. They were both bent over some books, and cups of tea sat on the table nearby.

His mother looked up, smiled, and stood up. “This is my son, Yuya.”

The woman stood up, and bowed to him. “Nice to meet you. I’m Dani Walker.”

When she straightened he noticed she had amazing eyes, like a bruised violet, dark and purplish-blue, framed with long dark lashes. Above those eyes were arched pale brown brows. Her mouth had a nice full bottom lip, and well shaped thinner top lip, the combination appealing. She was shorter than him by a good three inches, her body compact and a little thicker than most Asian girls. Her hair was shoulder length, dark blond with coppery and amber highlights, the locks wavy and thick, in long layers, and framing her oval face. She didn’t look much older than he was, either.

Bowing slightly he wondered what she was doing in their home? “Nice to meet you,” he politely replied softly.

“Sensei Warukaa teaches English nearby,” his mother said. “I think I want to learn.”

Tegoshi blinked, startled. “English? Why?”

His mother flushed slightly, and shrugged. “You never know where you will end up, and I would like to sometimes go with you. If you go to America or England I want to be able to say a few things.”

He got the idea. NEWS were getting quite popular, and there was talk of perhaps in a year or two going to America or England to do a few shows. His mother would love to travel and see those places. Especially since he’d told her all about Sweden when TegoMasu had debuted there.

Dani smiled. “Well, I’ll leave the information here for you to look over. I should go. I have to finish preparing tomorrow’s lesson.” She bowed to them both, saying goodbye.

Tegoshi glanced over his shoulder, watching his mother escort the sensei to the door. Well, if it made his mother happy that was all that mattered. His mother’s voice intruded into his thoughts, and he realized he’d been watching the sensei’s rounded butt sway as she walked away. Flushing he turned away and went to the refrigerator to get a cold drink.
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Her class was full, but she was willing to teach his mother one on one. So Tegoshi always found her at the house when he got home. Since she taught during the day, in the classroom, she came after dinner to teach his mother. He often took his time in the kitchen, listening in or watching. The first few days he told himself it was to make certain that she was really good at teaching so his mother wasn’t wasting any money. But now he knew he did it just to listen to the sound of her voice or to watch the way she did certain things.

He liked how she looked bent over the books, these cute blue rimmed glasses on, or how one lock of her hair always fell when she was leaning forward so she’d push it back behind her ear. If she smiled while doing this his heart would just start to pound. He knew he was crushing on her. Sometimes he had an insane urge to observe her without her knowing he was to see if she was just playing nice because he was there, or because he was in NEWS. He’d stand just out of sight, outside the doorway, and listen to her and his mom, or peek at her secretly. He’d found that she was just a nice person, and when she WAS having a bad day she would warn his mother ahead of time, and if it was too much she’d shorten the tutoring session and promise to make it up to her.

One day he was blatantly standing against the island, listening to them, when his mother received a call. As she apologized and hurried to the phone he moved closer to the table. “You speak Japanese quite well.”

She smiled up at him, removing her glasses and rubbing at the bridge of her nose. “I do okay. It helps to teach if I know Japanese. I still get stuck though.” Lowering her hand she tilted her head slightly and regarded him curiously. “Your mother told me you’re studying psychology at Waseda.”

He nodded, and moved a little closer. “I like observing people, and seeing how some of them manipulate others. It’s actually quite interesting.”

Her lips quirked in a small smile, one dark blond brow rising curiously, and she pushed that one recalcitrant lock of hair behind her ear again. “And have YOU used those methods to manipulate others?”

Tegoshi smiled brightly. “Maybe a few of them. It helps to be the youngest of the group and being called cute all the time. You can often get away with murder.”

Tsk-ing she laughed. “Yes, I can see it. You definitely have a mischievous look in your eyes. Even right now. But since you’ve already warned me you use your good looks…”

“Cuteness,” he said, his heart leaping at her words. The mischievous glow brightened in his eyes. “I said cuteness. Not good looks. The others who are really good looking in the group do that.” She was flushing as though realizing the slip she’d made, and he found the pink in her cheeks telling. So, she thought him good looking!

Tegoshi moved to the table and sat, in his mother’s seat so he was right beside her, and could suddenly smell a light floral scent. It reminded him of spring when the sakuras were in full bloom. He didn’t look right at her, but picked up the book she had before her, and glanced over it as though it really did interest him, tilting his head a little and peeking at her from the corner of his eye. “It’s very nice of you to teach my mother here at home.”

Dani had watched him settle down in the chair so near to hers, knowing she was still blushing from saying he’d been good looking. Yes, he was. He was very good looking. He had this innocence to his face, but his eyes were devilish. And he had one of the nicest, most honest smiles she’d ever seen. It was broad and open, showing his pretty teeth. He obviously didn’t feel very self-conscious or he wouldn’t be able to smile like that. This close, she could see just how long his dark lashes were. She almost sighed out loud. Why did men always have the longest lashes that women would kill for?

He had a nice profile, but she didn’t want to stare at him. She busied herself with looking about the bright kitchen. “I’ve tutored at home before,” she replied. “I know not everyone can get to the class. Life happens, right?”

Tegoshi turned slightly to face her, his brown eyes locking onto her violet ones. “Do you ever take time for yourself to do fun things?”

His gaze was making her feel warm. “Lately I haven’t had much time to myself.” Why lie? She taught during the day, and then came here after a quick bite to eat, to teach some more. She walked home afterwards, prepared the next day’s lessons, and then went to bed. Weekends were a little different, though. “On weekends I go to the market, or just walk around so I can get to know the place better.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

That was it? She didn’t have anyone to take her out? “Doesn’t your boyfriend take you out? Or your friends?”

Dani flushed and glanced away, toying with that one lock of hair that kept falling forward to brush against her cheek. “I’ve only been here a little over a month so I don’t have friends or… anything yet.”

Tegoshi’s heart sped up, and he moistened his lips, his gaze more intense now. “Do you like karaoke?” Before he could get an answer his mom re-entered, bowing as she apologized for taking so long. He put the book down and moved out of her seat, his eyes catching Dani’s startled gaze for a moment before he left the kitchen. His mother had rotten timing!
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