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[Team Three] It's the heart that matters
I am back in shiritoriland. ^^ ♥
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talisa_ahn because I can.
“Well, all good things come to an end at one point, I guess.” Kitayama smiles and ruffles Watanabe’s hair. “But that doesn’t mean the next thing won’t start soon. Cherish your feelings from now and take them with you to your next job. That’s also a way of learning and of growing as a person.” He looks around. “And I’m not just saying that to Watanabe here. The same goes for all of you. You were awesome and I had a wonderful time with everyone the past few months. I hope to see you and work with you again soon.”
Someone bops him over the head gently.
“Who’s the senpai here, huh?” Takizawa is laughing though. “Well, I guess he said all the important things already. The last thing is, everyone knows their way to the restaurant?”
A chorus of ‘yes’-es fills the room and then the group disperses to change and shower.
Kitayama enjoys the last time in the bath with Yabu, squishing into the tiny bathtub together while the Snow Man watch on in amusement more than amazement.
They must have done things like this, too, without a doubt. It was something of a Johnny’s thing. A bathtub was a bit like a clown-car to them, you could squish more people in there than one would have believed possible.
Once they’re back in their changing room and cleaning up their last belongings, Yabu looks at Kitayama and suddenly turns all serious.
“You’ve really grown into your role as a senpai, haven’t you?” He states more than he asks.
Raising an eyebrow, Kitayama stops packing for a moment. “What makes you say that?”
In terms of age, he is the other’s senior of course but Yabu is the one who has been in the agency for what feels like forever. Kitayama has always been a little curious about that, about how Yabu feels about things, considering the other has not had a childhood without the agency, hasn’t had much of a life without all of this, all of the things that surround them now.
“I remember you, from ten years ago. Or even longer. You were different then. A lot different from how you are now.” Yabu says. “We’ve all grown, all in different ways. And I think all the growth that your body didn’t do in all these years, went to your heart. It’s like Sakuma wanted to say. What matters isn’t one’s physical size but the size of your heart. I think that the growth of your heart is amazing. And I hope that I can be like that, too. Or at least, a little bit like that. I know I won’t ever be just like you because we’re different people.”
Kitayama gets touched easily and he feels a bit of a sting of tears in his eyes - it’s a happy kind of sting though - but he pushes it away. For now. “Aw, thanks. But that still sounded like you’re underhandedly calling me short.”
Yabu’s eyes turn into lines when he smiles. “Well, can’t deny the truth either, can we?”
“Oi!”
The others words stick with him for a while. He walks past the costume staff wheeling out racks and racks of props and clothes and everything. His eyes fall onto the boxes with the rollerskates. Changed, huh? Yeah, he had.
With Kis-My-Ft2 it had been different. Back then, there had been pressure behind all of them. Or maybe not pressure but some kind of urgency, a longing, a desire. It had been subconscious most of the time but always there. It had made him snap at people, it had made him impatient. ‘If these guys can’t learn how to skate, we won’t be able to debut’.
He knew the others had thought the same way, Fujigaya, Yokoo, Iida, too. Although maybe they hadn’t shown it quite as strongly at times.
And well, the people were different, too. Tamamori, Miyata, Nikaido and Senga from back then could not be compared to the people they were now. And they could not be compared to the people he’d taught this time around. Snow Man were older than the younger half of Kis-My-Ft2 had been at that time. Older, more experienced and more aware of how things around them worked. While still carrying that same desire, running towards that very same goal that Kis-My-Ft2 had then.
“Kitayama-kun, your face is turning into that of an old man’s. You have that ‘wise old fart’ looks in your eyes. You’re just missing the grey beard to stroke.” A voice comments from behind him and he turns around and makes a face at the group of six people there.
“Watch your mouth, you guys. I’m still the senpai here.” His voice doesn’t carry any real threat though and the next moment, he breaks into laughter along with them. “I guess I might be turning into an old man yet.”
Sakuma grins at him. “Only on the inside, though.”
“Kitayama-kun will stay forever young and youthful.” Abe nods gravely.
He laughs again. “I shall share the secret of eternal youth with you some day, just like Tackey did with me all those years ago. There can only be one master of this art in every generation, though.” Kitayama uses his deep ‘serious’ voice and sends them into fits of giggles again.
Shouldering his bag, he moves towards the stage exit when they call after him and he stops in his tracks. “We want to become senpai like you one day, Kitayama-kun. So until then, please take care of us! We’ll be counting on you!”
There’s something stirring in his chest. Some kind of feeling. A feeling so strong that it almost seems like his small body is unable to contain it. Was this what Yabu had been referring to earlier? Ah, who knows. And wait, he’d just called himself small. Damn it.
Smiling, he turns around to look at the group. “Don’t aim to be like me. Grow. Grow big. And then aim for a place much much higher. Up front, where things happen, where the lights will shine on you. I’ll cheer you on, I promise.”
You're up,mousapelli -senpai!
Dedicating this fic to
talisa_ahn because I can.“Well, all good things come to an end at one point, I guess.” Kitayama smiles and ruffles Watanabe’s hair. “But that doesn’t mean the next thing won’t start soon. Cherish your feelings from now and take them with you to your next job. That’s also a way of learning and of growing as a person.” He looks around. “And I’m not just saying that to Watanabe here. The same goes for all of you. You were awesome and I had a wonderful time with everyone the past few months. I hope to see you and work with you again soon.”
Someone bops him over the head gently.
“Who’s the senpai here, huh?” Takizawa is laughing though. “Well, I guess he said all the important things already. The last thing is, everyone knows their way to the restaurant?”
A chorus of ‘yes’-es fills the room and then the group disperses to change and shower.
Kitayama enjoys the last time in the bath with Yabu, squishing into the tiny bathtub together while the Snow Man watch on in amusement more than amazement.
They must have done things like this, too, without a doubt. It was something of a Johnny’s thing. A bathtub was a bit like a clown-car to them, you could squish more people in there than one would have believed possible.
Once they’re back in their changing room and cleaning up their last belongings, Yabu looks at Kitayama and suddenly turns all serious.
“You’ve really grown into your role as a senpai, haven’t you?” He states more than he asks.
Raising an eyebrow, Kitayama stops packing for a moment. “What makes you say that?”
In terms of age, he is the other’s senior of course but Yabu is the one who has been in the agency for what feels like forever. Kitayama has always been a little curious about that, about how Yabu feels about things, considering the other has not had a childhood without the agency, hasn’t had much of a life without all of this, all of the things that surround them now.
“I remember you, from ten years ago. Or even longer. You were different then. A lot different from how you are now.” Yabu says. “We’ve all grown, all in different ways. And I think all the growth that your body didn’t do in all these years, went to your heart. It’s like Sakuma wanted to say. What matters isn’t one’s physical size but the size of your heart. I think that the growth of your heart is amazing. And I hope that I can be like that, too. Or at least, a little bit like that. I know I won’t ever be just like you because we’re different people.”
Kitayama gets touched easily and he feels a bit of a sting of tears in his eyes - it’s a happy kind of sting though - but he pushes it away. For now. “Aw, thanks. But that still sounded like you’re underhandedly calling me short.”
Yabu’s eyes turn into lines when he smiles. “Well, can’t deny the truth either, can we?”
“Oi!”
The others words stick with him for a while. He walks past the costume staff wheeling out racks and racks of props and clothes and everything. His eyes fall onto the boxes with the rollerskates. Changed, huh? Yeah, he had.
With Kis-My-Ft2 it had been different. Back then, there had been pressure behind all of them. Or maybe not pressure but some kind of urgency, a longing, a desire. It had been subconscious most of the time but always there. It had made him snap at people, it had made him impatient. ‘If these guys can’t learn how to skate, we won’t be able to debut’.
He knew the others had thought the same way, Fujigaya, Yokoo, Iida, too. Although maybe they hadn’t shown it quite as strongly at times.
And well, the people were different, too. Tamamori, Miyata, Nikaido and Senga from back then could not be compared to the people they were now. And they could not be compared to the people he’d taught this time around. Snow Man were older than the younger half of Kis-My-Ft2 had been at that time. Older, more experienced and more aware of how things around them worked. While still carrying that same desire, running towards that very same goal that Kis-My-Ft2 had then.
“Kitayama-kun, your face is turning into that of an old man’s. You have that ‘wise old fart’ looks in your eyes. You’re just missing the grey beard to stroke.” A voice comments from behind him and he turns around and makes a face at the group of six people there.
“Watch your mouth, you guys. I’m still the senpai here.” His voice doesn’t carry any real threat though and the next moment, he breaks into laughter along with them. “I guess I might be turning into an old man yet.”
Sakuma grins at him. “Only on the inside, though.”
“Kitayama-kun will stay forever young and youthful.” Abe nods gravely.
He laughs again. “I shall share the secret of eternal youth with you some day, just like Tackey did with me all those years ago. There can only be one master of this art in every generation, though.” Kitayama uses his deep ‘serious’ voice and sends them into fits of giggles again.
Shouldering his bag, he moves towards the stage exit when they call after him and he stops in his tracks. “We want to become senpai like you one day, Kitayama-kun. So until then, please take care of us! We’ll be counting on you!”
There’s something stirring in his chest. Some kind of feeling. A feeling so strong that it almost seems like his small body is unable to contain it. Was this what Yabu had been referring to earlier? Ah, who knows. And wait, he’d just called himself small. Damn it.
Smiling, he turns around to look at the group. “Don’t aim to be like me. Grow. Grow big. And then aim for a place much much higher. Up front, where things happen, where the lights will shine on you. I’ll cheer you on, I promise.”
You're up,
mousapelli -senpai!
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ugh all these guys, my heart.
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*there there* ♥
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Beautiful writing~ Growth and good relationships is Johnnys' charm! :)