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paraboxical2014-03-18 11:25 pm
withhisheart) wrote in paraboxical2014-03-18 11:25 pm
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Ren is on a plane.
Masato is in Tokyo.
He’s just touching down, pulling out his phone as he waits for the plane to cease its rolling. It’s quite late in Japan so there’s only one text message waiting for him: Let me know when you arrive safely. See you soon. Good night.
It makes Ren smile to think of how he must’ve agonized over the text, whether to send it or to simply wait for Ren to tell himself when he touched down.
But the model merely sighed as he collected his luggage and exited the plane, fitting a pair of dark shades onto his face despite the sun being nowhere in sight.
Along with the text message was one news alert.
‘Moonlit Sonata, period piece drama starring Hijirikawa Masato, premieres at the top of Japanese box office.’
That almost made Ren smile more.
“Bienvenue à Paris!” a lovely girl greets him.
“Merci bien.” He lowers his sunglasses and smiles her, amused as she can’t help but pause to admire.
It’s only as he settles himself into the limo that was arranged to pick him up that he sends a text in return.
I’ve made it to France, mon amour.
France - 8:13 PM, February 13th
Japan - 4:13 AM, February 14th
--
Ren is in Paris.
He’s not quite sure where Masato is.
The city is beautiful, that much cannot be denied. Even from afar, he thinks as he stands in front of the glass wall that serves as his window in the hotel suite.
Obviously the fashion show went off without a hitch, no blackouts to speak of. After checking on a news feed, the promotional work that Masato was tied to for his movie was reported to have gone well. At all the panels, Takane was right at his side and that had made Ren quite pleased.
The texts had been numerous for his birthday as well.
All the members of STARISH, QUARTET NIGHT, and even some of the ladies of 765 PRO had sent their regards. Miki included an audio file of the girls singing for him. Natsuki sent him a picture of what was probably meant to be a cake, promising that there would be a piece waiting for him. (Ren sincerely hoped not. It might regain sentience by then.) Reiji asked him what he wants in his Birthday Bent♥, spelled exactly like that. The twins even sent him matching messages of incomprehensible pictures that he hoped was a greeting, because otherwise he interpreted it to mean that they had started a fire with a bear and needed party poppers to fuel the flames before the moon eclipsed with the sun.
Masato’s greeting was a simple Happy birthday, Ren. See you soon.
Safe. So safe, because they couldn’t risk anything that could possibly lead to the discovery of their relationship, not even text messages.
Not even Masato leaving promotional work for his movie or Ren turning down a big fashion show to spend Valentine’s Day together.
Ren had no intentions of any extra commitment, but he was quickly starting to feel like he was married to his work now.
A light tinkling of a piano, Ren’s ringtone, pulled him away from that bitter train of thought. At the actual message, he couldn’t help but raise a brow.
The only obstacle to obstruct you from what you truly desire is a gateway that is entirely within your power to remove.
Ren always had one theory about Takane and this only sealed the deal. “Whoever taught her Japanese took the prank too far.”
Another tinkling.
She means open the door.
Ren snorted softly and responded quickly. Iori was always looking out for him. Thanks, princess. And it’s past your bedtime.
I just wanted to make sure you weren’t useless.
He chuckled softly even as he walked toward the door, but his response was short and sweet: Good night, sweetheart. ♥
Perhaps he should’ve expected it, but seeing Masato, buried underneath a scarf wrapped around his neck multiple times over and his blue hair completely tucked underneath a hat, behind the door still managed to make his heart skip a beat.
Still, far more aware than Ren as always, Masato entered quickly and closed the door behind him.
“You look like you belong in New York,” Ren breathed out, finally. “Also the windows are one-way only, so you can—”
Too quickly for him to follow, there was a hand at his collar and a quick pull forward as their lips met.
Ren hummed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend who managed to get rid of all the excess accessories in record time. “You can kiss me. Yes, you can definitely do that whenever you like.”
Masato snorted, a sound that conveyed his disbelief. His disbelief at both Ren’s flippancy and also the reminder that yes, this was the idiot he had fallen in love with.
“It’s not your birthday in Japan anymore,” Masato started, pausing only as Ren leaned in to claim another kiss. The second half came out as a contented sigh, “So I had to follow you to where it still was.”
“Your movie promotion—”
“Is still going. Shijou-san is the other lead and as long as one of us is available, they can continue promotion. Unfortunately, I have fallen ill. Bedridden. With your absence, Ichinose and Ittoki, our kind neighbors and bandmates, have taken it upon themselves to watch over me.”
Ren’s eyes glinted with amusement.
“You’re playing with fire, Masa.”
“I’m prepared,” the other countered easily as he wrapped his arms around Ren in return.
“And crafty,” Ren chuckled. “We could make some very bad decisions together.”
“Ren-”
“When in Rome…”
“We are in Paris.”
Ren chuckled and nuzzled against his boyfriend’s cheek idly. “We could be in Rome tomorrow.”
“And you claim that I am the one who takes risks—”
The other merely shrugged and claimed another kiss. “I want to see everything, but only with you.”
Masato’s gaze softened at that as his hand came up to idly brush his thumb against Ren’s cheek. “… Perhaps we shall go to Rome tomorrow. For now, it is your birthday.”
Ren chuckled at that and claimed another kiss. “And you are the best present of them all.”
(The worst present, as luck would have it, was the piece of cake that was forced into Masato’s hands by Natsuki when he heard that he’d be going to Paris.
They couldn’t throw it away fast enough.)
Masato is in Tokyo.
He’s just touching down, pulling out his phone as he waits for the plane to cease its rolling. It’s quite late in Japan so there’s only one text message waiting for him: Let me know when you arrive safely. See you soon. Good night.
It makes Ren smile to think of how he must’ve agonized over the text, whether to send it or to simply wait for Ren to tell himself when he touched down.
But the model merely sighed as he collected his luggage and exited the plane, fitting a pair of dark shades onto his face despite the sun being nowhere in sight.
Along with the text message was one news alert.
‘Moonlit Sonata, period piece drama starring Hijirikawa Masato, premieres at the top of Japanese box office.’
That almost made Ren smile more.
“Bienvenue à Paris!” a lovely girl greets him.
“Merci bien.” He lowers his sunglasses and smiles her, amused as she can’t help but pause to admire.
It’s only as he settles himself into the limo that was arranged to pick him up that he sends a text in return.
I’ve made it to France, mon amour.
France - 8:13 PM, February 13th
Japan - 4:13 AM, February 14th
--
Ren is in Paris.
He’s not quite sure where Masato is.
The city is beautiful, that much cannot be denied. Even from afar, he thinks as he stands in front of the glass wall that serves as his window in the hotel suite.
Obviously the fashion show went off without a hitch, no blackouts to speak of. After checking on a news feed, the promotional work that Masato was tied to for his movie was reported to have gone well. At all the panels, Takane was right at his side and that had made Ren quite pleased.
The texts had been numerous for his birthday as well.
All the members of STARISH, QUARTET NIGHT, and even some of the ladies of 765 PRO had sent their regards. Miki included an audio file of the girls singing for him. Natsuki sent him a picture of what was probably meant to be a cake, promising that there would be a piece waiting for him. (Ren sincerely hoped not. It might regain sentience by then.) Reiji asked him what he wants in his Birthday Bent♥, spelled exactly like that. The twins even sent him matching messages of incomprehensible pictures that he hoped was a greeting, because otherwise he interpreted it to mean that they had started a fire with a bear and needed party poppers to fuel the flames before the moon eclipsed with the sun.
Masato’s greeting was a simple Happy birthday, Ren. See you soon.
Safe. So safe, because they couldn’t risk anything that could possibly lead to the discovery of their relationship, not even text messages.
Not even Masato leaving promotional work for his movie or Ren turning down a big fashion show to spend Valentine’s Day together.
Ren had no intentions of any extra commitment, but he was quickly starting to feel like he was married to his work now.
A light tinkling of a piano, Ren’s ringtone, pulled him away from that bitter train of thought. At the actual message, he couldn’t help but raise a brow.
The only obstacle to obstruct you from what you truly desire is a gateway that is entirely within your power to remove.
Ren always had one theory about Takane and this only sealed the deal. “Whoever taught her Japanese took the prank too far.”
Another tinkling.
She means open the door.
Ren snorted softly and responded quickly. Iori was always looking out for him. Thanks, princess. And it’s past your bedtime.
I just wanted to make sure you weren’t useless.
He chuckled softly even as he walked toward the door, but his response was short and sweet: Good night, sweetheart. ♥
Perhaps he should’ve expected it, but seeing Masato, buried underneath a scarf wrapped around his neck multiple times over and his blue hair completely tucked underneath a hat, behind the door still managed to make his heart skip a beat.
Still, far more aware than Ren as always, Masato entered quickly and closed the door behind him.
“You look like you belong in New York,” Ren breathed out, finally. “Also the windows are one-way only, so you can—”
Too quickly for him to follow, there was a hand at his collar and a quick pull forward as their lips met.
Ren hummed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend who managed to get rid of all the excess accessories in record time. “You can kiss me. Yes, you can definitely do that whenever you like.”
Masato snorted, a sound that conveyed his disbelief. His disbelief at both Ren’s flippancy and also the reminder that yes, this was the idiot he had fallen in love with.
“It’s not your birthday in Japan anymore,” Masato started, pausing only as Ren leaned in to claim another kiss. The second half came out as a contented sigh, “So I had to follow you to where it still was.”
“Your movie promotion—”
“Is still going. Shijou-san is the other lead and as long as one of us is available, they can continue promotion. Unfortunately, I have fallen ill. Bedridden. With your absence, Ichinose and Ittoki, our kind neighbors and bandmates, have taken it upon themselves to watch over me.”
Ren’s eyes glinted with amusement.
“You’re playing with fire, Masa.”
“I’m prepared,” the other countered easily as he wrapped his arms around Ren in return.
“And crafty,” Ren chuckled. “We could make some very bad decisions together.”
“Ren-”
“When in Rome…”
“We are in Paris.”
Ren chuckled and nuzzled against his boyfriend’s cheek idly. “We could be in Rome tomorrow.”
“And you claim that I am the one who takes risks—”
The other merely shrugged and claimed another kiss. “I want to see everything, but only with you.”
Masato’s gaze softened at that as his hand came up to idly brush his thumb against Ren’s cheek. “… Perhaps we shall go to Rome tomorrow. For now, it is your birthday.”
Ren chuckled at that and claimed another kiss. “And you are the best present of them all.”
(The worst present, as luck would have it, was the piece of cake that was forced into Masato’s hands by Natsuki when he heard that he’d be going to Paris.
They couldn’t throw it away fast enough.)