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[Team 1] Fractions of Reality
This thing is all over the place, in pieces and kind of terrible *pulls hair*. I'm sorry for that. The initial idea came from a prompt I read on the fic-meme but it didn't really fit the prompt so I figured I'd write it out for shiritori instead.
Reality and fiction collide and a great big mess is the result. Not crack but serious in terms of mood. Also, the Kis-My-Girls make an appearance. :)
“…new levels of opacity…covering up…reaction to camera light…”
He only registered a fraction whatever the stylist was telling him about the new line of whatever they had just gotten in. The woman was pretty talkative today. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have minded and would have just let the chatter lull him to sleep but not today. Today was different.
Today marked the beginning of the end of the world.
Miyata had speculated about how a rip in the time and space continuum could have been caused by too many idols coming together in one place for a long period of time (as compared to a one-night thing like the countdown) and the heightened energy from all of them plus the one of the fans had caused the world to fall into some kind of limbo. The other members of course, brushed it off and said how that was some crazy anime-based theory but none of them could really deny the possibility.
Not after everything that had happened and was still happening around them.
It all started after the opening night of Johnny’s World.
After having been apart for separate work, the seven of them had come together again at a studio for a magazine shoot. They had just lined up in front of the camera when a small earthquake had started to shake the floor. It wasn’t anything big (although it set off all their phone alarms) and it was over before they knew it. Once everything had stopped moving, the photographer told them to pose and pressed the shutter.
There was a blinding flash of light and one of the flash lamps short-circuited. It left everyone rubbing their eyes for a few moments.
Once everyone could see again, the urge to rub their eyes did not stop though for where seven people had been standing before, there were now fourteen.
~*~
Kitayama Hiroko, he noticed, was a very sensitive person. She also appeared stronger than she actually was. Right now, she was curled up on Hiromitsu’s bed, hugging one of the stray UFO-catchers that had been lying around his room. Not knowing what else to do – and really, anything else would be more than just awkward – he petted her head gently in an attempt to give comfort and to reassure her. He thought that if he had suddenly ended up in some alternate reality, he would have liked at least that kind of comfort. And maybe it wouldn’t be so weird if it came from, well, his own alter-ego.
“Things will be okay, somehow.”
Hiroko looked up at him and then reached up to press her hand against his. Her nose scrunched up a little bit when she noticed that hers were even smaller, even more petite but then again, she was a girl.
“Your hand reminds me of dad’s. Small, yet strong and reliable. The hands that held me when I was little and which kept me safe.”
“Is that so?” he tried not to sound bitter. “I never paid attention to my dad’s hands.”
“No?” Hiroko blinked. “Who did you live with before you moved out then?”
“My parents, well, my mom, really. They might as well be considered divorced. Dad’s always busy and never home. I don’t think I’ve seen much of him over the years. Mom raised me, basically as a single-mother,” Hiromitsu replied.
“Oh,” she looked down. “…in my world, mom died after she gave birth to me. When I was still little and dad and I went to the supermarket, I asked him whether he could buy me a sibling and he almost broke out into tears…”
Hiromitsu’s eyes widened a little bit at the realization that their two worlds weren’t all that different after all. There was some overlap. “Mom…just told me that we couldn’t do that.”
“Well, dad did, too. It just took him a few moments to compose himself,” Hiroko remembered. She let go of the plush figure she was holding onto and wrapped her arms around her ‘male self’ instead. For now, they weren’t alone. For now they could just pretend that they were siblings instead of the same person in two different worlds. The thought somehow made being here a little bit more bearable to her.
~*~
Yuta worried his lip. He had seen how terrified and lost the other had looked before. How she had clung to her friends and seemed so much smaller than she actually was. She had put on a brave front when they had gone home, well, to his home but the moment he had stepped into the house, the façade had shattered again. He’d walked her up to his room, glad his family was already asleep. He didn’t know how he would have explained this to his family, really. Not right now. He was glad that he would have a night to sleep over things and think.
The rustling from the side, Teto’s cage, would have probably surprised anyone who didn’t know about it, so Yuta was surprised that the girl clinging to his arm hadn’t even flinched. Instead, she had let go of his arm and walked over to the cage, lifting up the blanket thrown over it.
“Teto,” her voice had cooed softly and the flying squirrel climbed over to her immediately, following her voice. The familiarity he saw on Tamamori Yuko’s face reassured Yuta somehow.
~*~
Taisuke tried to shove the thought out of his head that Fujigaya Tai-chan was his type of girl because that would imply that he was his perfect type of girl, really. And that was just wrong. Also, how would that work? What did it imply?
“It would mean for you to be forever alone,” Tai-chan prompted. There was sympathy in her eyes. Then her lips curled into a grin, “Or it means you’re gay.”
“Hey!”
“Being alone hurts, you know? Although, maybe just staying alone doesn’t hurt as much as being rejected by the person you love,” a new voice joined their conversation. It made both Taisuke and Tai-chan jump into each other’s arms in shock.
“What the hell?” Taisuke peered at his mirror. That wasn’t him in the mirror and yet it was. Not the him right now, though but the one from months ago. “Shu?”
Shu looked at the two from inside the mirror. “I’m sorry I startled you.”
~*~
“There are so many of us here tonight, it’s a bit of a squeeze,” Kento looked at his bed and his couch in his room. “But I hope you don’t mind?”
The brunette girl shook her head, her ponytail swishing a bit, “No, it’s fine. Right, Takako?”
“Yeah,” the girl next to her replied quietly. She was looking around warily, her eyes landing on the person over on the couch again and again. Nikaido Takako was still more than a little creeped out by the male version of herself she saw there. This was wrong and it couldn’t mean anything good.
Kento handed everyone a cup of tea before he sat down with his own, flopping onto the couch next to Takashi. He was lifting his cup up to his lips to take a sip when the other suddenly slammed his back onto the narrow table and all but dove behind the couch for cover with a shriek.
“Nika-chan what’s wrong?”
“The window! There’s something by the window!”
The lights flickered and when the other three looked over, the shadow of a person could be seen there, watching through the window and looking at all of them.
Kento scrambled back and the girls screamed as they went to hide behind the couch along with Takashi.
~*~
“You should be more confident,” her voice was kind, calming and easy to listen to. He wondered whether other people perceived his voice the same way here in this world.
Toshiya gave her a small smile, “I know but this is just me being me.”
“I know. That’s why I said ‘you should’ and not ‘you have to be’,” she pointed out with a smile. “I’m the same way. I try hard and sometimes I try to be someone I am not. Which isn’t the right thing to do really. Yuko says that all the time. To just be myself. But I can’t help it.”
“Yeah. I know how that feels,” Toshiya agreed.
“You two are still young. Many things can still happen and you will change,” a third voice joined their conversation and both Toshiya and Toshiko turned their heads. Their eyes widened when they saw the suit-clad person by Toshiya’s table.
Koba Juichi smiled at them, “I’m not just saying that as a teacher, you know but as someone who’s seen it happening around him.”
Toshiko turned back to her male alter-ego, “The world is ending, isn’t it?”
“What should we do?”
~*~
Watako held one of the two puppies in her arms and stroked it gently as she watched Wataru. What the other had told her had thrown her off more than just a little bit. She had started wondering about the differences between her world and his but so far, things had only been slightly different, here and there. There hadn’t been any big differences. Until now at least.
It felt like a big gaping hole was opening up somewhere inside her heart. But she wasn’t hurting herself, she was hurting for her other self, who was sitting here right in front of her.
Reaching out, she touched Wataru’s back gently and the ring on her finger caught some of the light from the lamp on the ceiling. It made rainbow sparkles dance across the walls.
“He’ll make you happy. I’m sure of that,” she couldn’t see her face but she could imagine the expression that must be on it right this moment. It hurt her to ‘see’ him like that. “Keep a hold of him. I couldn’t. I let him go.”
Watako could only nod. She didn’t know what else to say.
She couldn’t forget the stricken expression on Wataru’s face when she had told him about it. About him.
They had talked about the similarities and differences between his world and her own. This world and the one where she came from. At some point, of course she had asked about Iida. Iida Kyohei. She had asked Wataru whether he knew him. She had been relieved to hear that he existed in this world as well and surprised at the fact that it turned out to be the same person with the same gender, too.
Most of the things around her and her male alter-ego had been reversed in terms of gender after all, so she had assumed that in this world, Iida would have been a girl (the thought of an Iida Kyoko being around somewhere had made her smile a little bit). But Iida Kyohei was existing in this world, too, as a man, as himself. Or well, somewhat himself she assumed. Because obviously the other had chosen a slightly different path than the Iida Kyohei she knew.
The Iida Kyohei she knew had put that ring on her finger not too long ago and asked her to marry him once her agency would allow it. He said he knew it would probably take years and years but if she would still have him then, he would wait.
“I won’t let him go,” she finally told Wataru. Watako didn’t know if her words would help but maybe if the other knew that things had worked out in another world at least, it wouldn’t hurt so much anymore?
~*~
Reality and fiction were starting to run into each other. Things started to change, started to appear and disappear at random. Nobody seemed to notice it though. Nobody that was, except for them.
Hiromitsu walked back into the changing room after getting his make-up done. He walked straight into the discussion which he had left not too long ago.
“Shouldn’t we do something?” Toshiya asked into the group the next day.
Taisuke laughed dryly and voiced everyone’s thoughts. Hiromitsu had to agree with the other on this one. He had thought about it, too. He had thought about it while the make-up artist had rattled on about different levels of opacity and whatnot. And he had reached the same conclusion.
“What are we supposed to do? We’re idols. Not superheroes.”
Reality and fiction collide and a great big mess is the result. Not crack but serious in terms of mood. Also, the Kis-My-Girls make an appearance. :)
“…new levels of opacity…covering up…reaction to camera light…”
He only registered a fraction whatever the stylist was telling him about the new line of whatever they had just gotten in. The woman was pretty talkative today. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have minded and would have just let the chatter lull him to sleep but not today. Today was different.
Today marked the beginning of the end of the world.
Miyata had speculated about how a rip in the time and space continuum could have been caused by too many idols coming together in one place for a long period of time (as compared to a one-night thing like the countdown) and the heightened energy from all of them plus the one of the fans had caused the world to fall into some kind of limbo. The other members of course, brushed it off and said how that was some crazy anime-based theory but none of them could really deny the possibility.
Not after everything that had happened and was still happening around them.
It all started after the opening night of Johnny’s World.
After having been apart for separate work, the seven of them had come together again at a studio for a magazine shoot. They had just lined up in front of the camera when a small earthquake had started to shake the floor. It wasn’t anything big (although it set off all their phone alarms) and it was over before they knew it. Once everything had stopped moving, the photographer told them to pose and pressed the shutter.
There was a blinding flash of light and one of the flash lamps short-circuited. It left everyone rubbing their eyes for a few moments.
Once everyone could see again, the urge to rub their eyes did not stop though for where seven people had been standing before, there were now fourteen.
~*~
Kitayama Hiroko, he noticed, was a very sensitive person. She also appeared stronger than she actually was. Right now, she was curled up on Hiromitsu’s bed, hugging one of the stray UFO-catchers that had been lying around his room. Not knowing what else to do – and really, anything else would be more than just awkward – he petted her head gently in an attempt to give comfort and to reassure her. He thought that if he had suddenly ended up in some alternate reality, he would have liked at least that kind of comfort. And maybe it wouldn’t be so weird if it came from, well, his own alter-ego.
“Things will be okay, somehow.”
Hiroko looked up at him and then reached up to press her hand against his. Her nose scrunched up a little bit when she noticed that hers were even smaller, even more petite but then again, she was a girl.
“Your hand reminds me of dad’s. Small, yet strong and reliable. The hands that held me when I was little and which kept me safe.”
“Is that so?” he tried not to sound bitter. “I never paid attention to my dad’s hands.”
“No?” Hiroko blinked. “Who did you live with before you moved out then?”
“My parents, well, my mom, really. They might as well be considered divorced. Dad’s always busy and never home. I don’t think I’ve seen much of him over the years. Mom raised me, basically as a single-mother,” Hiromitsu replied.
“Oh,” she looked down. “…in my world, mom died after she gave birth to me. When I was still little and dad and I went to the supermarket, I asked him whether he could buy me a sibling and he almost broke out into tears…”
Hiromitsu’s eyes widened a little bit at the realization that their two worlds weren’t all that different after all. There was some overlap. “Mom…just told me that we couldn’t do that.”
“Well, dad did, too. It just took him a few moments to compose himself,” Hiroko remembered. She let go of the plush figure she was holding onto and wrapped her arms around her ‘male self’ instead. For now, they weren’t alone. For now they could just pretend that they were siblings instead of the same person in two different worlds. The thought somehow made being here a little bit more bearable to her.
~*~
Yuta worried his lip. He had seen how terrified and lost the other had looked before. How she had clung to her friends and seemed so much smaller than she actually was. She had put on a brave front when they had gone home, well, to his home but the moment he had stepped into the house, the façade had shattered again. He’d walked her up to his room, glad his family was already asleep. He didn’t know how he would have explained this to his family, really. Not right now. He was glad that he would have a night to sleep over things and think.
The rustling from the side, Teto’s cage, would have probably surprised anyone who didn’t know about it, so Yuta was surprised that the girl clinging to his arm hadn’t even flinched. Instead, she had let go of his arm and walked over to the cage, lifting up the blanket thrown over it.
“Teto,” her voice had cooed softly and the flying squirrel climbed over to her immediately, following her voice. The familiarity he saw on Tamamori Yuko’s face reassured Yuta somehow.
~*~
Taisuke tried to shove the thought out of his head that Fujigaya Tai-chan was his type of girl because that would imply that he was his perfect type of girl, really. And that was just wrong. Also, how would that work? What did it imply?
“It would mean for you to be forever alone,” Tai-chan prompted. There was sympathy in her eyes. Then her lips curled into a grin, “Or it means you’re gay.”
“Hey!”
“Being alone hurts, you know? Although, maybe just staying alone doesn’t hurt as much as being rejected by the person you love,” a new voice joined their conversation. It made both Taisuke and Tai-chan jump into each other’s arms in shock.
“What the hell?” Taisuke peered at his mirror. That wasn’t him in the mirror and yet it was. Not the him right now, though but the one from months ago. “Shu?”
Shu looked at the two from inside the mirror. “I’m sorry I startled you.”
~*~
“There are so many of us here tonight, it’s a bit of a squeeze,” Kento looked at his bed and his couch in his room. “But I hope you don’t mind?”
The brunette girl shook her head, her ponytail swishing a bit, “No, it’s fine. Right, Takako?”
“Yeah,” the girl next to her replied quietly. She was looking around warily, her eyes landing on the person over on the couch again and again. Nikaido Takako was still more than a little creeped out by the male version of herself she saw there. This was wrong and it couldn’t mean anything good.
Kento handed everyone a cup of tea before he sat down with his own, flopping onto the couch next to Takashi. He was lifting his cup up to his lips to take a sip when the other suddenly slammed his back onto the narrow table and all but dove behind the couch for cover with a shriek.
“Nika-chan what’s wrong?”
“The window! There’s something by the window!”
The lights flickered and when the other three looked over, the shadow of a person could be seen there, watching through the window and looking at all of them.
Kento scrambled back and the girls screamed as they went to hide behind the couch along with Takashi.
~*~
“You should be more confident,” her voice was kind, calming and easy to listen to. He wondered whether other people perceived his voice the same way here in this world.
Toshiya gave her a small smile, “I know but this is just me being me.”
“I know. That’s why I said ‘you should’ and not ‘you have to be’,” she pointed out with a smile. “I’m the same way. I try hard and sometimes I try to be someone I am not. Which isn’t the right thing to do really. Yuko says that all the time. To just be myself. But I can’t help it.”
“Yeah. I know how that feels,” Toshiya agreed.
“You two are still young. Many things can still happen and you will change,” a third voice joined their conversation and both Toshiya and Toshiko turned their heads. Their eyes widened when they saw the suit-clad person by Toshiya’s table.
Koba Juichi smiled at them, “I’m not just saying that as a teacher, you know but as someone who’s seen it happening around him.”
Toshiko turned back to her male alter-ego, “The world is ending, isn’t it?”
“What should we do?”
~*~
Watako held one of the two puppies in her arms and stroked it gently as she watched Wataru. What the other had told her had thrown her off more than just a little bit. She had started wondering about the differences between her world and his but so far, things had only been slightly different, here and there. There hadn’t been any big differences. Until now at least.
It felt like a big gaping hole was opening up somewhere inside her heart. But she wasn’t hurting herself, she was hurting for her other self, who was sitting here right in front of her.
Reaching out, she touched Wataru’s back gently and the ring on her finger caught some of the light from the lamp on the ceiling. It made rainbow sparkles dance across the walls.
“He’ll make you happy. I’m sure of that,” she couldn’t see her face but she could imagine the expression that must be on it right this moment. It hurt her to ‘see’ him like that. “Keep a hold of him. I couldn’t. I let him go.”
Watako could only nod. She didn’t know what else to say.
She couldn’t forget the stricken expression on Wataru’s face when she had told him about it. About him.
They had talked about the similarities and differences between his world and her own. This world and the one where she came from. At some point, of course she had asked about Iida. Iida Kyohei. She had asked Wataru whether he knew him. She had been relieved to hear that he existed in this world as well and surprised at the fact that it turned out to be the same person with the same gender, too.
Most of the things around her and her male alter-ego had been reversed in terms of gender after all, so she had assumed that in this world, Iida would have been a girl (the thought of an Iida Kyoko being around somewhere had made her smile a little bit). But Iida Kyohei was existing in this world, too, as a man, as himself. Or well, somewhat himself she assumed. Because obviously the other had chosen a slightly different path than the Iida Kyohei she knew.
The Iida Kyohei she knew had put that ring on her finger not too long ago and asked her to marry him once her agency would allow it. He said he knew it would probably take years and years but if she would still have him then, he would wait.
“I won’t let him go,” she finally told Wataru. Watako didn’t know if her words would help but maybe if the other knew that things had worked out in another world at least, it wouldn’t hurt so much anymore?
~*~
Reality and fiction were starting to run into each other. Things started to change, started to appear and disappear at random. Nobody seemed to notice it though. Nobody that was, except for them.
Hiromitsu walked back into the changing room after getting his make-up done. He walked straight into the discussion which he had left not too long ago.
“Shouldn’t we do something?” Toshiya asked into the group the next day.
Taisuke laughed dryly and voiced everyone’s thoughts. Hiromitsu had to agree with the other on this one. He had thought about it, too. He had thought about it while the make-up artist had rattled on about different levels of opacity and whatnot. And he had reached the same conclusion.
“What are we supposed to do? We’re idols. Not superheroes.”