How to cure this obsession?

Oh Yamapi, your moobs sparkle like no other.

Tomapi: Drabbles 1

Sorry guys, i've never been so LAZY in my life. I have no drive for anything!!



1.

Ikuta Toma smiled fondly at the scene which greeted him.
Yamahita Tomohisa was asleep, naked underneath the soft, comfortable blanket Toma uses to cover their bed. He nudged his lover awake.
“Hey sleepy-head.” He whispered softly, careful not to surprise the sleeping man. Yamapi opened his eyes, yawned, and then snuggled back inside the warm comforter.
“Five more minutes?” an almost childish voice said from under the covers.
Toma leaned down at the bundled figure and dropped a soft kiss on its temple. “Missed me?”
Yamapi nodded, "It's boring without you."


2.

And so they found themselves naked in bed.
“This is all your fault.” Toma accused the person beside.
Yamapi shifted then whimpered as mind-boggling pain hit his entire body. “Ow!”
Toma peeked under the white sheets again before he closed his eyes, “Please tell me this is a dream. Please.”
“Toma why does it hurt?!” His best friend demanded, “This is all your fault!"
“O..Oi! It is not! I was drunk!”
“So was I!”
Toma slapped Yamapi’s arm, “Well I told you to cut your hair!”
Pi snorted, “Like your hair is any better!”

3.

Your breath hitches as he inches closer and like a virgin; you start to lick your suddenly dry lips and pretend that you know what you are doing when you really don’t. Girls are already hard enough as it is, boys, you realize now, are even harder. You blush when he carefully removes your robe and you watch as it pools in your feet. You suddenly feel cold and very much naked but his eyes never left yours, he touches your naked torso and you close your eyes not because you are terrified but because you don’t want him to see how nervous you are.

Don’t be nervous, he tells you, his breath warm on your neck, I’ll be careful. You feel your face turn 12 different shades of red at the connotation of his words and at the back of your mind; you have an image of yourself looking like a swollen ripe tomato. You shake your head no and deny the too obvious fact. I’m not nervous.

He gives you the smile you love so much, the one which makes your heart beat fast and your breath shallow and you feel 18 all over again, in front of your first girlfriend, your first lover. But the person in front of you now is no girl; it’s a different kind of first this time, a really different kind of first time.


4.

He leaned close and pressed a kiss on Toma's temple.
His best friend raised an eyebrow, "What was that for?"
Yamapi smiled, "Nothing, you're just special."

{Video} Yamapi-making of TBC

Credits to newshfan@LJ

Notes: Gad, Pi looks like a WOMAN!

{Video} Yamapi on Chubaw

Credits to newshfan@lj

Notes: In recent news, Yamapi was seen at a DBSK concert with his sister! Whoa. Is he checking the moves or checking the boys? Either way, I AM SO HAPPY WHEN FANDOM COLLIDES! My dream of a HEEPI (Hee ChulXYamapi) pairing is slowly coming true! Granted, Hee Chul isn't exactly DBSK but YAY! TOTALLY GETTING THERE!

{Video} Yamapi on Shounen Club-Mola

Credits to Watchful21@lj

Notes: Talk segment is the usual, Koyama asking good memories and Yamapi saying "it's hot" and everyone thought he was going to take off his blazer but he didn't. (DANGIT!) But OUGAD, the performance was sizzling. Totally lipsnyching and all that but it's Yamapi, I CAN TOTALLY FORGIVE HIM FOR JUST ABOUT ANYTHING (but hurting Toma) AND HIS HAIR! IT's GORGEOUS!

{Video} Yamapi on Vanilla Kibun -Code Blue

Credits to newshfan@lj

Thin line

Title: Thin line
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa and Ikuta Toma
Genre: Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Toma doesn't know where they stand.

“Tadaima.” Ikuta Toma smiled fondly at the scene which greeted him.

Yamahita Tomohisa was asleep, naked underneath the soft, comfortable blanket Toma used to cover their bed. He watched the sleeping figure; a sleeping Yamapi is a beautiful Yamapi. His skin glowed in the pale moonlight and his face looked as fragile as a child. Sometimes, Toma feels that his lover is ethereal.

He leaned down at the bundled figure and pressed a soft kiss on its temple.

Except for a soft moan, Toma received no other reaction. He let out a tired sigh then proceeded to remove his clothes and entered the shower stall.

He felt confused.

They have been sleeping together for the past two months and yet not one of them defined their relationship. They weren’t together, together but neither were they just best friends. It was as if they were somewhere in between but no one wants to say it out loud.

It was very frustrating.

He remembered the day well, Yamapi invited to treat him out to a celebratory dinner as congratulations on his new drama. They both came from work and were wearing only jeans and shirts, looking like teenagers on a prowl. Somehow, they ended up on a seaside restaurant in the middle of nowhere and had the time of their lives. It was a fun evening full of running jokes and reminiscing about their Shounen club days while tasting each others’ food and just enjoying each other’s company.

After dinner, they walked along the shoreline and exchanged gossip about Takki’s new favorite, Tegoshi’s love for bananas and something about Jin undergoing brain transplant being the real reason why he went to LA. Toma had pushed Yamapi in the cold water and in return his so –called best friend pulled Toma along with him.

“Mou~! Pi!”

“That’s what you get for attempting to push me!”

Both wet, they laughed about the silliest things like Kanjani8 and goats and how can a starfish stay alive above water and why can’t they eat anything they want without ever getting fat and how life is so unfair because Bakanishi is fat and no one ever cares.

“It’s the hips.”

“I can roll my hips that way too!”

Toma had rolled his eyes and flicked Yamapi’s forehead, “Baka! Everyone loves you.” He remembered saying while he sat on the surprisingly warm sand and patted the space beside him. Yamapi had smiled, took a seat next to him and rested his head on Toma’s shoulder.

“I really am your weakness, aren’t I?” Yamapi asked softly.

“You really are.” He replied, touching his best friend’s cheek. “You really, really are.”

In a moment of insanity, he tilted his head and pressed a soft kiss on Yamapi’s head. His best friend responded by dropping a wet kiss on his shoulder.

“That tickles!” Toma giggled.

“Hmm?”

Yamapi, acting like his old character, Akira, bit his earlobe.

“Kon!”

“Oi!”

Toma had laughed and somehow, they ended up in bed together that night. In a way, he knew that it was a long time coming, they were best friends but they both knew that there was something more there. They just refused to acknowledge it until that night.

Morning came and a sleepy, grumpy Yamapi woke him up complaining about how everything hurts and how Toma was a big bad monster. Toma, on his part, had the audacity to act confused, then look embarrassed as realization dawned.

He stared at his best friend’s blank face. “Do you regret it?”

Yamapi bit his lip, smiled. “I don’t regret doing anything with you.”

Before they knew it, they were living together, sharing Toma’s one bedroom apartment like what most couples do. His bedroom is now littered with Pi’s clothes and Doraemon DVD’s and his bathroom always smelled like rose shampoo. It was an ideal situation and he was happy. Except that he didn’t know what Yamapi felt for him, they’ve discussed every aspect of their relationship except love.

Toma turned off the shower and rubbed himself dry; he donned one of Yamapi’s old, tattered sweatpants before slipping inside the warm covers of his bed. He took a deep breath and leaned close to brush Yamapi’s silky bangs of his face.

“Hey Pi?”

His best friend stirred,.. “…uhgnh?” Sat up, “You’re back!”

Toma’s fingertips touched the face he loved so well, “Why are you with me?” he asked softly, looking into his lovers eyes, “I want to know.”

Yamapi pulled him close and touched their foreheads together, “Isn’t that obvious?” his Tomohisa whispered, smiling into Toma’s troubled eyes, “I’m with you because you’re my weakness too."

In the stillness of the night

Title: In the stillness of the night
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa and Horikita Maki

In the kitchen you pour another cup of coffee and shrug the feeling of someone watching your every move. The old table cloth creases as your cup touch the soft pink material and you feel ill at ease. You check your phone for any messages and let out a sharp breath as you see nothing but the image of the spring cherry blossoms you usually use as wallpaper.

The heat of the coffee scalds your tongue as you take a sip and somewhere you hear the twelve tick tocks of an old grandfather clock announcing the stroke of midnight. Your skin feels the change in atmosphere as the once warm temperature turns cold and the area surrounding you almost freezes to a zero. You let out a soft huff and marveled at the smoky icy air you see. You automatically wrapped your arms around yourself in a feeble attempt to combat the sudden barrage of cold wind that invades your home.

The eerie sound he creates as he approaches makes your spine tingle and you watch as he glides on your living room floor, his feet barely touching the pale white carpet covering the ground. From your position you see nothing but a white figure clothed in a dark garment designed to make him more mysterious than he already is.

You stand still as if hypnotized as he calmly raises your chin and delivers his usual kiss which always feels like sandpaper. Your senses go overtime and yet you still cannot taste him, his body still feels like a solid rock which cannot be broken or scratched. You are irritated and you want nothing more than to press yourself against his cold body and make him feel the steady blaze of blind heat he elicits from you. Blood rushes through your head and makes you dizzy, his tongue finds its way inside your mouth and it feels coarse and wild and rough and you know you are the only one who feels that way.

He releases you and his eyes are the color of warm sunshine but you’re aware that it is nothing but a mere illusion he crafts to make you feel at ease around him. You are not comforted, you want him, the real him. Not this false imagery he portrays whenever he is around you. Your eyes pleads, I want to be like you. Make me be like you.

He shakes his head no and you know he’s giving you the same excuse he’s always given. I don’t want you to be like me, my world is far different than what you are used to.

You feel angry, helpless, how can you be together forever when he insists on you living in the colors of bright sunshine while he slowly wilts in the shadows of darkness?

Tomohisa, please. You hear yourself whisper as your fingers caress his oddly smooth cheek and you smile sadly as he takes your palm and places it on his chest, where his heart is supposed to be. You hear nothing. Not one beat, your gaze falls on his neck where the veins do not show and you wonder how someone with no pulse can love so deeply that it consumes your entire being.

He smirks as he follows your line of vision, you won’t find anything there, he says as he drops an all too familiar kiss on the crown of your head. Two of his fingers slowly touch the racing pulse below your right ear and your lips opens in a silent scream as he lowers his head and his sharp teeth penetrates the sensitive skin on your neck. You close your eyes as you feel the drops of warm blood drip from the open wound and you enclose your arms around him, refusing to let go.

Maki. He calls your name brokenly; you’re too good for me. You whimper in reply and before you know it, he is gone and you are left alone in your quiet apartment with your arms wrapped around yourself. You are vaguely aware that in the few minutes he was there, he left no trace of any kind. You collapse on the wooden floor of your kitchen and cry silently to yourself because you know you will never see him again.

Outside the wind settles down as the young man silently takes his leave. His tongue lick the blood off his cherry lips and while he knows that he can never hear it again, he still places his right hand on his left chest and pretends that the dull ache he feels is the breaking of his own heart.

Fic bribes?

TOMAPI:

“Hey! Let go!” a newly debuted Yamashita Tomohisa laughed at his best friend, whose hug he enthusiastically returned.

“Iyada!” Toma answered, squeezing tighter. “I haven’t properly seen you in months!”

“Will you please cut the gayness?” Matsumoto Jun glared at them, “You’re making me lose my lunch.” He added as he closed his bento and pushed it away.

His seatmate laughed as he pulled Yamapi to sit next to him. “Leave them alone,” Tackey ruffled Pi’s hair. “They missed each other.” He grinned at Toma, “You guys are always so cute at whatever age.”

Toma laughed as Yamapi took a shrimp from his plate and started stuffing himself. “At least we’re still friends.”

“Eh? We’ll always be friends.” His best friend declared, mouth full of food. “Won’t we?”

“Of course Tomopi!” Toma leaned forward playfully, intending to air kiss Yamapi’s cheek when the guy chose that moment to face him.

“OI!” Jun practically screeched while Tackey looked amused. “Stop being disgusting and disturbing!”

Pi stuck his tongue out at the ARASHI member and continued eating as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened. “It’s okay.” He smiled at the sputtering, incoherent Toma.

YAMAKI:

Yamapi flicked her forehead.

"Ow!" Maki smacked his arm.

He smiled. "Cute." 

She rolled her eyes, "Don't you have anything better to do?" 

Pi pulled her closer to him, "Let's go out on a date." 

RANDOM:

Dr. Aizawa sat down on one of the cafeteria chairs and started on his lunch. The new hospital he was assigned at was understaffed and so far, he already performed 4 surgeries. He had 3 more to do before the day ends. 

"You dropped this." A formal girl approached him and handed over his ID. Her namecard says Yoshikawa Tsurara. 

"Arigatou." He watched the girl leave before he realized why she looked so familiar. A lawyer. The girl is a famous lawyer who specializes in cases involving swindling. He continued eating. 

You're Aizawa right?" A red-head attendant asked him, "My name is Ishizue Ryosuke, i'm supposed to take you to the 6th floor operating room, you can wait here while I fetch Dr. Asou Haruto, he's the specialist." 

Aizawa sighed and finished his lunch. 

My JE experience!

(Too much love!)

Hey guys, since it's the new year, I feel like talking about myself because I feel like i'm starting to seem like a ditz the way I talk and all. Lol. So here are a few things about me in general.  

- For all my talk about NEWS and KATTUN, my fandom is actually ARASHI. Yes. You read that right. ARASHI. After 3 long years of fangirling them, I still can't choose a favorite. I love them all so much I can't even choose WHO to TALK about! I have their dvd's and posters and watched MOST of their shows no matter how weird some of it are because I rarely ever watched an episode which BORED me. (I got bored with CKTtun show.)  

- Yamapi is my ichiban. But I fangirl a lot of people. Just because I don't talk much about him, or post or litter my page with his pictures does not signify that i've lost interest. I love him because everytime I watch NwP. He makes me fall in love with him again and again and again.  

- For all my talk of Yamapi, I have a strong feeling that if i'm ever given the chance to meet him, i'll treat him more as a brother rather than a lover. Because I felt like i've known him for so long that it's almost...incestous. Lol. Which is why i've always said that my obsession with Pi will be determined the moment I meet him!  

- I liked Shige since I saw his new hairstyle in weeek. But no one seem to know him then, it's only lately when I started talking about him. The guy is lovable because he fails so so so so so so much. But man, can he write.  

- Jun-bait was what happened to me. Gokusen 1. The reason I got into JE fandom. Now I don't stay for Jun alone. I stay for all the GAY men in JE! (which means ALL of them)  

- PiKame was the first JE yaoi pairing I ever shipped. Yes. PiKame. NwP. I loved the ending. So so so so much. I still read fanfictions of them together. I can't help it. It was my first JE yaoi love.  

- My OTP is TomaPi. Because I saw Toma in HYD and got interested and learned that he was with Pi in 4tops. Watching their vids, I realized that Pi ALWAYS looked happy beside Toma. He didn't look like a ROBOT and he didn't have what we now call "fisheyes". I believe that Toma is good for Pi. And I hate Johnny for breaking them apart.

- YaMaki is my HET OTP. Because they look good together and they look good for each other!

- KoyaShige makes me "squee" a lot because it makes me think that this should be how TomaPi would be right now!

- NEWS is my 2nd favorite boyband because they are all SMART. (Yes! ALL!) I don't think Kei is as ditzy as he acts, nor do I believe that Massu is stupid or that Shige always fails.... Their interviews make the most sense out of all the JE bands. And they actually give answers which are logical!

- I don't hate KATTUN. Most people think I do but I don't. Life would be so boring without their constant bickerings and slutty-tumes and sheer idiocy. They win at being bad.

- I hate HSJUMP. This is very very very true. I don't hate the members, just the fact that they are all young and looked too ready to do whatever just to make it. I'm scared for them.

- I love: Yamapi, Toma, Tsubasa, Tsuyoshi, Guchi-Maru-Ueda, all of news, Okada-Ken, Taichi-Joshima-Nagase, ARASHI, Ohkura and Kusano Hironori. Yes, Notti.

- I know that JE people can RARELY sing, act, dance, host at the same time, but even when they lack all of those and the looks, they still bait me. Stupid JE packaging.

- I love Ishigaki of Question. I want to feel his hands.

- I could never understand how NEWS costumes look like rags while Kattun costumes look like sluts. News can't even afford proper make-up and hairstylists while Kattun is littered with eyeliners and lipgloss. Plus Jin has really fluffy hair.

- I believe that TEGOSHI is GOD because no one in NEWS is yet to suffocate from their costumes. Except maybe for Shige.

- I don't care what ARASHI wears. They can hold a concert in drag for all I care, i'd still be joining the party.

- And lastly, I have no idea how I managed to stay in fandom for three years. SERIOUSLY.

To the best-est friend in the world!

Sometimes I wonder why I like you,

Sometimes I wonder why I care.

You're all about Jin Bakanishi,

when i'm all about (pink) Yamapi! 

You're the only person in my world, 

who tolerates MatsuJun's singing.

You hate me when I always say.

He's really just ear-raping.

You think KATTUN is wonderful, they all sing fairly well.

Don't know what your standard is, they harmonize like hell.

Arashi is my favorite, at least Ohno can sing and dance.

You laugh at me quite evilly, say, "You're one of their two fans." 

You hated Yamapi's creepy perm.

And I still say you're blind! 

It might look like some Grandma's wig

But it's really quite refined. 

I don't know why I even bother, talking sense to you.

But then I simply realized, fandom's not the same without you. 

At least we agree on something, that SHIGE is quite hot.

That he should pose butt naked, in an AnAn cover shot. 

That Ryo is really pretty, with his Eito renjaa pose.

Tegoshi is phallic, when his mouth opens and close. 

That Aiba is, actually, the original bakanishi.

Kinki kids don't get along, coz one of them is creepy.

We agree that Sakurai Sho should not eat something bitter,

That JE stylists should be fired for blinding us with glitter.

Kei-chan should really just, confess to his best friend. 

We've been waiting forever, we wonder when it'll end.

You think that Toma should debut,

I think the same way too.

We'd die to meet Toma and Pi

Our favorite OTP. 

We might not agree on a lot of things,

but I love you just the same.

Even when you prefer Jin's hips

To Kusano's funny games. 

You'll always be a drama queen, you big attention whore.

I'll always be the sarcastic bitch, who'll never be a bore. 

We're too different it's funny, how do we even get along?

I guess it's one of those life mysteries, they sing about in songs.

So for next year, 2009, let's agree to disagree.

Let's lay our differences aside, and indulge on a shopping spree! 

YAMAKI FANFICTION: Episode 2

They stared at each other while her parents look on. 

He smirked at her. "Well, hello again. So when do you want to get married?" 

"How unromantic." Maki raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows. "I heartily decline."

Her mother let out a  little laugh, "Now, now, Maki-chan, really, we talked about this. How about next month? It's christmas and --"

"I said, I decline." She stood up and made an action to leave. His smooth voice stopped her. 

"Whether you accept or decline does not matter, your parents have accepted my proposition and frankly, I own you now." His smile mocked her. "Unless of course, you want you and your parents to be out of business and living in the streets within the next 24 hours?" 

She blinked at him. "What?" her head turned to face her father, "What?" 

Horikita Saotome met her daughter's eyes. "Yamashita-san now owns the company. Your mother---That is...We..we borrowed money from him to save the company from bankruptcy but we weren't able to pay it."

"I don't understand! What has this have to do with me?! I don't need the company! I can live on my own! And surely you have enough money to last you a lifetime?!" She asked her mother. Aghast. 

Her groom to be laughed, "No. They don't. Why do you think they pawned you to me?" He winked at her, his face laughing, but his eyes, colder than snow. He stood up from his chair and tilted her chin up to face him.  "Your family is poor now. Your dad won't stop gambling and your mother cares more about what society thinks more than she cares about you. So suck it up and choose a wedding date princess. We are getting married."

"Yamashita-san!" Maki's mother voiced out, "That is not true, I care about my daugh--"

"Stop." Her father interrupted and faced the young tycoon. "We'll leave you two to talk." He bowed and dragged his wife outside, closing the door behind him. 

She pushed his hands away from her face and sat down on the sofa, "I won't marry you. You asshole, i'd sooner fuck your lover." 

Maki saw his eyebrow raise, "Interesting...I have a lover? Pray tell, inform me about her, i'd love to know my taste in women."

"In men, you mean." 

"Men?" 

She was not prepared for the next scene. The so-called young tycoon opened his mouth and let out a booming laugh. His eyes crinkled at the corners and his face looked younger, healthier....

He looked beautiful, Maki couldn't tear her eyes away from his face. He had the reddest lips she had ever seen in a man. 

"My relationship with Toma is of no concern of yours but since you're going to be my wife. Expect to see him in the odd moments of the day."

"Are you deaf?! I said I won't marry you!" She shouted at him, "I will not! I won't! I don't care if we go bankrupt, I can fend for myself! No once can force me to marry you!"

Yamashita sighed mockingly, "So young and so selfish. Did you once even think about your parents? Your mother will lose all her friends, your father, his business partners. Where will they go? What will they do? Both of them are used to the rich, easy life. What will happen to you? Barely out of college and nowhere to go? Sooner of later you're going to end up using your body to support yourself. Would you really want that?" 

"I can work! People will hire me! I'm sure my parents have benefits and can live on their own."

He tskd' and gathered his coat. "Stop being silly dear, I think you're misunderstanding the situation. Your parents owe me money, they can't pay and even when they used the company as collateral, it isn't worth much." 

Maki eyed him warily as he leaned down and whispered, "That's why your mother sold you. She accepted money for it. A large amount, if I may add. If you as much as run out on our wedding, I will hunt your family down and you can be sure all of you will suffer the consequences of my wrath."

She stared shocked at the cold, unfamiliar face looming before her. 

He moved forward and pressed a surprisingly warm kiss on her frozen lips. 

"Sleep tight Maki-chan."

Was the last thing she remember him say. 

Tomapi: Essence of a woman

Summary: What if Yamapi turns into a woman?

A/N: I need a Tomapi fic quick! I am so obsessed with this pairing that I took it upon myself to write a fanfiction about them for my own amusement. I seriously need more TomaPi fics to read!!! 

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Ikuta Toma supposed he shouldn’t hope for anything. After all, it’s been months since his so-called best friend had made any effort to contact him. On the other hand, it wasn’t like he made any move to repair their now shredded friendship. Toma really wanted to, but really, what could be more awkward than what happened between them? Could they really still be friends? He sighed and erased all the messages in his answering machine.

 

“Happy birthday Pi.”

 

---

 

Yamashita Tomohisa smiled for the cameras. He was tired and honestly speaking, he couldn’t bear to do anymore fan service for the day. He felt like his and Nishikido Ryo’s face had been joined for the last 20 or so hours. “Couldn’t they just Photoshop us together!?” He wondered as he felt Ryo’s forehead on his shoulder.  Yamapi closed his eyes.

 

“Where are you now?”

 

---

 

She hated him. Hated him beyond words. Beyond life! Beyond anything! She wished him ill. She wished him bad luck. And most of all, she wished he was in her position. 

 

“I use people to be popular huh?” Abiru Yuu thought as she watch him play kissy faces with the sexy Osaka man on TV.  “Just you wait Yamashita Tomohisa.” She opened her big black book and started chanting while stirring whatever it was inside the large cauldron.

 

She cackled.

 

“You’ll regret what you said about me.”

 

---

 

Yamapi pressed the button of his answering machine again and repeated each and every message he received. Nothing. He stared at it for a few seconds, willing for it to beep and by some miracle, he’d receive a message from Toma.

 

Nothing.

 

He rubbed his forehead and laughed at himself. “Why don’t you just call him stupid. It wasn’t as if you did it on purpose! It was a one-time thing! Both of us were drunk! I’m sure he’s forgotten it by now.” Yamapi took off his shirt and climbed on his bed, he was really, really, really tired. He couldn’t even come up with the proper sentences during the music station interview earlier. His cell phone beeped.

 

12:01AM.

 

“Happy birthday to me.” He spoke softly to himself. He remembered the same day last year, Toma had surprise him in his apartment at exactly midnight, fat chance of that happening now.

 

Yamapi turned to his side. “I wish I was a girl” was his last thought before he fell asleep.

 

---

 

He woke up feeling groggy and sweaty. Why was his back so hot? He remembered turning on the air conditioner but for some reason, he felt strangely uncomfortable. Yamapi opened his eyes, he moaned, “too bright”. He wondered why there was a lock of long wavy hair nestled in his chest as he tried to scratch himself.

 

He checked.

 

And stilled.

 

…

 

Peeked under his boxers.

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

 

---

 

“WHAT THE HELL?!!! WHAT THE HELL! WHAT THE HELL! WHAT THE HELL!” Yamapi thought as he walked round and round and round his room. He already did everything from praying to slapping himself silly and still he was not waking up. He looked at himself in his life size mirror and groaned.

 

“It’s a dream Tomohisa! A dream! You do not have boobs. You have no boobs. You’re just dreaming. D R E A M I N G!” He chanted over and over. He peeked under his boxers again.

 

Nothing hanging.

 

“Oh come on! Come on! Give it back! I need it back! Where is IT?!!” He flipped his hair over his shoulder, not noticing how shiny and beautiful it actually is when hit by the sunlight. The now girly Yamapi sat on his bed and reached for his phone. “Jin! I’ll call Jin!” he thought excitedly, then impulsively threw his phone away. “You can’t call Bakanishi! Are you kidding me?!” his conscience berated him, “Would you really ask help from someone who probably won’t even notice the difference?!”

 

“Then who will I CALL?!!” Yamapi wailed as he picked up his phone again and searched his phonebook. “Tackey! I can call Tackey!” he muttered,…”Wait, I can’t call Papa! He’s busy with Tsubasa.” He flicked through the other people in his cell phone.

 

“I know! Ryo! I can call Ryo-chan! He’ll know what to do!”  He started to press the green button when for some reason; his mind remembered the first episode of last friends. “Anyone but Ryo-chan!”

 

There was absolutely no way he was going to call him. No! Dame! Nothing doing! Hell no! I mean, he can handle this on his own right? It’s probably just a dream. It’s just a dream so it’s all right to have real boobs and no ….no… thing.

 

“But if it’s a dream, then it’s alright to call him right?” His head started answering him, “If it’s a dream, then you can make amends and everything will be alright.”

 

“But what if it’s not a dream?” Yamapi whispered brokenly to himself, “I don’t want him to hate me.”

 

“Yamashita Tomohisa, just GO! You need him more than anyone else at this moment!”

 

Yamapi grabbed a shirt, his car keys and ran out of his apartment. May Kami-sama help him.

 

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Ikuta Toma opened his eyes. Was that the doorbell? Who on earth would be visiting him at…He checked his clock.

 

7:17AM.

 

He stood up from his bed and tried to find a shirt. The visitor was persistent. “HAI! HAI! Coming!” He said, giving up on looking for a shirt. Whoever it was will just have to accept the fact that he was wearing nothing but a sponge bob boxer shorts.

 

He opened the door. And found himself faced to faced with one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen in his life.

 

She was a doll. What else could she be?  Porcelain skin, long dark wavy hair, pink cheeks.

 

Toma noticed her eyes, the way they look familiar to him, the way those impossibly long eyelashes seem to haunt him. He stared as the girl pursed her lips and started crying. He watched as her eyelashes seem to sweep over her smooth pink cheek and a plump tear rolled down to her chin.

 

He also noticed one thing; she was wearing nothing but plain white shirt, which showed everything and skimpy boxer shorts, which does not even fit her amazingly small hips.

 

“Da…Daijoubu?” He asked, careful not to look anywhere below her face.

 

“Toma-kun! Taskette!” The girl wailed before launching herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and sobbing at his chest.

“EEEEeeeeehhhh?!!!” 

YAMAKI FANFICTION: Two worlds

Summary:

Maki is a snobby, bratty girl who cares for nothing but herself. She spends her days stepping on men's heart and bringing shame to her family. Coming from a traditional rich family her family's business is about

 to be declared bankrupt. To save face, (and the company), her parent's decided to arrange her marriage to one of the self-made richest man in Japan, Yamashita Tomohisa. 

The death of Yamapi's parents made him a stoic, gruff man who thinks he doesn't need anybody to live, and certainly not anybody whom he can "love". At a young age, he was forced to support himself and using his superior 

intellect, managed to become one of Japan's richest men. Unfortunately, he needed a traditional rich wife, who will be his entrance key to Japan's traditional society. While he had the money, he didn't have the "class" to be considered as one of "them". 

Both hated each other's guts at first sight, He thinks she's a stupid, hypocrite brat and She thinks he's a robot, incapable of human emotion. But gradually, Maki had learned that beneath Yamapi's rough exterior lies a sweet man who can make her heart beat faster and her life seem meaningful. 

But can the two make it when everybody around them, including them, seem to think that they are "two worlds apart?"

Episode 1: An unexpected meeting

"You are going to marry the man whether you want to or not. He will come here at 9 tonight." Horikita Nanami told her belligerent daughter who was currently seething with rage. Maki slammed her fist down the dinner table. "Iyada! Zettai IYADA!" she shouted at her mother, her usually soft brown eyes almost turning black with anger. "When hell freezes over! I am not going to marry a man I have never met, much more love! I don't even know anything about him! For all we know, he was a serial killer who just made it big!" 

"Eto...Calm down dear, Maki-chan. Please" Horikita Saotome interrupted, "We're having dinner and this is not the place to shout at each other." 

"Then tell your wife to stop messing with my life!" Maki reacted. "This is all your fault! You should have said something sooner before it got to this! I'm leaving!" She stood up from her place and ran towards the center hall.

"RETURN AT 9pm or i'll have the guards look for you and tie you up." Nanami looked at her husband with cold eyes. "What happened to us?" she softly asked the man whom she once respected. "If you weren't so involved in your gambling and your endless supply of women, we wouldn't be here now." 

Saotome looked down on his beefsteak. "I'm sorry, I am."

"It's too late now. She WILL marry him. We have finalized the arrangement." 

---

Yamashita Tomohisa checked his watch for the nth time. He hated waiting for people, much more, people making him wait. But he supposed that it couldn't be helped this time. Either his friend got stuck in taping or was mobbed by fans and is probably lying in some hospital in a coma. He checked his watch again."Must be the former." He sighed and stir his coffee, really? How many times must he do this for that guy? 

He heard the door opened and checked the newcomer, he felt a little weird watching her. The girl had been crying but that didn't stop him from noticing that she had a pretty face. It wasn't stunning, in fact, his former fiancee was 10 times prettier. But she had a short hair which framed her face perfectly and eyes which make him want to stare at them for all night. He was about to make eye contact when a guy approached her and she immediately paid him much attention. Yamashita smirked. "I see, one of those girls huh?" he thought. 

He heard the door again and raised both his eyebrows at the person who entered and slid inside his booth in front of him. The guy was wearing a trench coat and ski hat.

"Honto ni gomen nasai!" Ikuta Toma apologized, smiling sheepishly. "Johnny-san needed me to do another guesting for Shounen Club. I hope you didn't wait long."

"Approximately 37 minutes." The business tycoon answered coldly. "It's 7:52 PM.

"Oh come on Pi! I tried to call! You never answered."

"I didn't bring it and don't call me YamaPi." He didn't really mind, but sometimes he felt weird being called the name only his parents and Toma call him. 

His childhood friend laughed carelessly, "It's been three months since we last saw each other and you are still as cold as ever. If I didn't know you better, i'd hate you for being mean! Let me call you Yamapi. I like Yamashita Tomohisa but it's Yamapi who is my friend." Toma took the fork in his friend's plate and took all the icing from the cake. 

Yamapi glared. "You make me sound like a split personality and you can order your own dessert you know."

"Don't mind, don't mind. You hate icing anyway." The bubbly actor licked his (gorgeous, gorgeous) lips. "So what's up? Why the call?"

Yamapi took out an engagement ring and slid it to his friend, "Here, I want you have it."

Toma dropped the fork and choked on his cake. "Eh?..*cough*..Eh?!..*cough*..EHHHHHHHHHHH?!!!! .....Nanda?! Nani! Nani?! Dou....Dou...Doushite?!" he stood up and moved around flailing his arms and walking in circles as Yamapi watched him,"Eh?! But we're both MEN!" 

The business tycoon glared at the idiot and pulled him down to sit. "Let us not be moronic. I want you to be my best man. I'm getting married." 

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!" 

"I found a girl from a traditional family with a failing business. She marries me she gets money to save them from bankruptcy. The wedding's next week. Wear white."

---

Maki stole glances at the two people behind the guy who was sitting in front of her. One, she knew was the actor Ikuta Toma, the coat and the hat did a good job of hiding the face. But she knew better, she had seen him at a party once and he had this aura which made her want to smile whenever she sees him. be it TV or in person. What she was wondering about was the other guy who seem to be the grouchiest looking man she had ever laid eyes on. His face remained expressionless and uncaring whatever Toma does. She was crushing on him a little until he presented the actor an engagement ring. Maki couldn't contain her laughter as the famous actor started jumping around,"Eh?! Super best couple huh?" she couldn't hear what he answered but from what she can see, they seem to be talking seriously about something. "maybe their wedding." She whispered to herself.

"Are you listening to me?" The guy she didn't know asked her, waving his hand in front of her face.

"Ah! Gomen, gomen, I was trying to remember something." she apologized, "I'm sorry, I have to go!" Maki stoop up and was about to ho when the guy pulled her to him.

"Oh, come on kitty-chan! Don't be cold, spend the night with me!"

"LET me go!" She slapped his hand away and went out of the diner. She was walking to her car when the guy covered her mouth and pushed her against the wall in the back of the diner.

"I SAID, LET's GO TOGETHER." The crazy guy threatened. "Let's have fun."

"No!" Maki tried to scream, crying, she shook her head.

"Silly girl, did you think I was going to let you get away?"

"Let her go." A voice interrupted the, "Or i'll call the police."

Maki tried to see who it was but before she could, she fainted from shock. 

---

"Wake up." A voice was telling her. 

She opened her eyes and found herself looking at the coldest black irises she had ever seen. "It's him!" she thought as she sat up and tried to focus her eyes. "Arigato" she whispered then looked around. She was in his car. A BMW. "Thank you very much."

The man straightened himself and handed her a tissue. "I have an appointment, so if you feel better get out of my car."

"Well you don't have to be rude!" She growled as she gathered her things and went out.

The cold man slid inside his car, "Next time you try to prostitute yourself, choose a better man." He told her bitingly before he sped away, leaving Horikita Maki, seething with rage.

"Bastard."

---

She entered her house and was about to proceed directly to her room when her maid Nakao met her, "Your parents and Yamashita-san are waiting for you in the study. Maki blinked, it was already past 2AM. 

"Still?" she asked.

The maid nodded, "Hai."

Maki sighed and made her way to the library. It was time to meet her future husband.