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writetomyheart2014-10-27 10:39 pm
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[Team Two] Back To Reality
Sorry this is a little late but RL was a bit hectic.
“Stupid Toshiya.” Tamamori muttered and placed his hands onto Miyata’s shoulders to shake the other. “Snap out of it. This isn’t real. We’re just doing a rehearsal.”
It took a few minutes until the expression on Miyata’s face became less haunted and guilty again and he blinked at Tamamori. “Yuta?”
Nudging the other forward, Tamamori told him. “Me. Come on. We’re taking a break so they can fix Iwamoto’s costume again. I want to get back to our changing room before Senga puts something weird into my bento again just because he wants to see how I react. Yesterday he put chili into the furikake on my rice and that was awful.” He whined as he pushed Miyata towards the wings and then down to where their changing rooms were.
The Dream Boys cast was doing their dress rehearsal on stage and it was the first time they were running through things as they would be in the show - so this included the fake blood during the stabbing scene they had just done.
Miyata let Tamamori push him along until they got to the elevator. Inside, he looked at his hands. There was still some fake blood on them. “It seemed so real, Yuta. It was scary.”
Tamamori’s expression softened and he punched the other’s shoulder. “Don’t get so worked up over it. It should be a good thing, right? If everything seemed real and you still can’t shake it off, then it means you were really immersed in your acting.”
“It wasn’t just me, though! Everything seemed real. Everyone.” He looked at Tamamori. “The way you were acting and then how Iwamoto really looked in pain and there was blood all over and then Sakuma comes running in…” He closed his hands. “When he was glaring at you and accused you of stabbing Iwamoto, I was watching from the wings. There was so much anger in his eyes, accusation, maybe even hate. And then there was pain and I could see worry and tears, too. And I thought that his look should be directed at me because it was me who-”
“Oi!” Tamamori snapped a finger in front of Miyata’s face. “Snap out of it. Seriously.” He smiled at his friend though. “At least for now. After the break you can slip back into this again but right now I want -my- Miyata Toshiya back again, okay?”
“Yuta…” Miyata tried to smile but he found he couldn’t quite do so, yet.
Noticing that as well, Tamamori checked how many floors they had to go before he pushed Miyata against the wall of the elevator gently and pressed his lips against the other’s. When he pulled away again, he asked, “Are you back in this world now, Toshi-kun?” He made sure to emphasize the other’s name when he said it.
“Tama-chan.” Miyata blinked at him. “Woah!”
“Finally. Took you long enough.” Tamamori snorted and then moved to stand by the elevator doors. They opened a second later and he breezed out. “Come on, I’m hungry.” His hand grabbed onto Miyata’s at the last minute though to tug the other along.
Miyata smiled, or grinned really. “It doesn’t matter if it’s on or off stage, Tama-chan.”
“Huh? What doesn’t?” Tamamori turned around to look at the other.
“I’m always -your- Miyata Toshiya.” He prompted.
“Gross.” Tamamori muttered and turned back again but he didn’t let go of the other’s hand.
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“Stupid Toshiya.” Tamamori muttered and placed his hands onto Miyata’s shoulders to shake the other. “Snap out of it. This isn’t real. We’re just doing a rehearsal.”
It took a few minutes until the expression on Miyata’s face became less haunted and guilty again and he blinked at Tamamori. “Yuta?”
Nudging the other forward, Tamamori told him. “Me. Come on. We’re taking a break so they can fix Iwamoto’s costume again. I want to get back to our changing room before Senga puts something weird into my bento again just because he wants to see how I react. Yesterday he put chili into the furikake on my rice and that was awful.” He whined as he pushed Miyata towards the wings and then down to where their changing rooms were.
The Dream Boys cast was doing their dress rehearsal on stage and it was the first time they were running through things as they would be in the show - so this included the fake blood during the stabbing scene they had just done.
Miyata let Tamamori push him along until they got to the elevator. Inside, he looked at his hands. There was still some fake blood on them. “It seemed so real, Yuta. It was scary.”
Tamamori’s expression softened and he punched the other’s shoulder. “Don’t get so worked up over it. It should be a good thing, right? If everything seemed real and you still can’t shake it off, then it means you were really immersed in your acting.”
“It wasn’t just me, though! Everything seemed real. Everyone.” He looked at Tamamori. “The way you were acting and then how Iwamoto really looked in pain and there was blood all over and then Sakuma comes running in…” He closed his hands. “When he was glaring at you and accused you of stabbing Iwamoto, I was watching from the wings. There was so much anger in his eyes, accusation, maybe even hate. And then there was pain and I could see worry and tears, too. And I thought that his look should be directed at me because it was me who-”
“Oi!” Tamamori snapped a finger in front of Miyata’s face. “Snap out of it. Seriously.” He smiled at his friend though. “At least for now. After the break you can slip back into this again but right now I want -my- Miyata Toshiya back again, okay?”
“Yuta…” Miyata tried to smile but he found he couldn’t quite do so, yet.
Noticing that as well, Tamamori checked how many floors they had to go before he pushed Miyata against the wall of the elevator gently and pressed his lips against the other’s. When he pulled away again, he asked, “Are you back in this world now, Toshi-kun?” He made sure to emphasize the other’s name when he said it.
“Tama-chan.” Miyata blinked at him. “Woah!”
“Finally. Took you long enough.” Tamamori snorted and then moved to stand by the elevator doors. They opened a second later and he breezed out. “Come on, I’m hungry.” His hand grabbed onto Miyata’s at the last minute though to tug the other along.
Miyata smiled, or grinned really. “It doesn’t matter if it’s on or off stage, Tama-chan.”
“Huh? What doesn’t?” Tamamori turned around to look at the other.
“I’m always -your- Miyata Toshiya.” He prompted.
“Gross.” Tamamori muttered and turned back again but he didn’t let go of the other’s hand.
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