Eyeshield 21 (Sakuraba/Shin)
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misura
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Naw.
Summary: Sakuraba liked to think he had a personal life.
"WHAT IS THIS?" Miracle Ito - well, 'shrieked' was the first word that came to Sakuraba's mind, really.
"It appears to be a video-tape." And thank the gods for Shin being there. Sakuraba wasn't a coward, or at least he liked to think he wasn't, but Ito scared him a little right now. Last time Ito had scared him, he'd ended up signing an agreement to go on a date with the three lucky winners of the 'How Well Do You Know Haruto Sakuraba? (entry-forms available with every purchase of a Sakuraba-CD, a Sakuraba-DVD or a Sakuraba-picture-collection)'-contest. One of them had weighed nearly three-hundred pounds, insisted on addressing him 'Haru-chan' and was still calling him on his cell-phone every day.
"LOOK! JUST LOOK!" Ito rammed the tape into the video-player.
Sakuraba looked, wishing he dared not to.
The scene started innocent enough, with him and Shin walking off the field after the game against the - what was their name again? the Yokohama Jokers? Something like that, at any rate. Otawara showed up briefly, slapping Shin on the shoulder. All perfectly standard stuff that anyone could have taped.
Sakuraba was beginning to breathe a little easier. Perhaps Ito simply thought he hadn't gotten in enough screen-time. Perhaps that yelling just now had only been a ploy to make him sign an agreement to produce a post-game special. Coach Shoji wouldn't like that, but then again, Coach Shoji didn't seem to like /anything/ Sakuraba did. Perhaps Shin would decide to pursue a career in stand-up comedy and stop playing football.
After a fade-out, the screen showed the dressing-rooms. Sakuraba frowned. He was fairly sure at least /someone/ would have noticed if there'd been a girl with a camera walking into the dressing-rooms. There were about fifteen seconds of the camera being directed at the floor, gradually moving to the back of the dressing-rooms, to where the entrance to the showers was.
From the sound of it, there were several people showering - Sakuraba knew Shin had been one of the last ones to get there, because he'd wanted a closer look at one of the players, and Sakuraba had lingered a little because Shin had. So perhaps ... naw. /Someone/ would have noticed /that/ for sure, wouldn't they?
Apparently not. Apparently, when you were really ah /distracted/, someone could sneak close enough to get a close-up of ... certain parts of your body not usually shown on pictures. Sakuraba felt his cheeks burning. This was bad. This was worse than he'd been able to imagine in his worst nightmares, and after he'd signed up with Jari Productions, his imagination had improved considerably.
Mercifully, Ito stopped the tape, rather than let it run all the way. He didn't say anything, simply glowered at Sakuraba, who was beyond cringing, and Shin who ...
"An interesting example of what's possible with today's technology," Shin said, as cool and controlled as if they'd just been watching a video about the nesting habits of the Chinese robin. "I was not aware that trick-photography had become this well-advanced, nor that anyone would choose to use such a thing in order to create pornographic fantasies involving me and Sakuraba."
"TRICK-" Ito coughed. "Ahem. Trick-photography, you said?"
Shin stared at Ito. If Sakuraba hadn't been so busy wishing he could go back to being a normal, not-famous person, he'd have enjoyed to see Ito starting to squirm a little. Shin had this way of staring at people - not saying anything, just /staring/ - that was very ... unsettling.
"Naturally," Shin said.
"Naturally," Ito repeated. He blinked once, and Shin went back to staring at the wall. "Yes, yes, of course. It proves you're popular, my boy. That's /good/. Yes. Very good." Ito nodded, still a little hesitantly, but warming up to the idea. Within another two minutes, Sakuraba thought, his face cooling down a little, Ito would have convinced himself /he/ had been the one to figure the whole thing out.
"Who made this thing?" Sakuraba asked weakly. Both Ito and Shin turned to look at him. "Well, someone must have. Right?"
Ito chewed on his lower lip. "I suppose so, yes, but - " Ito's expression brightened " - that's really not important. We'll find out who did this, and then we'll sue them." Ito rubbed his hands, then narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "The two of you /have/ been following my rules, haven't you?"
"O- of course." Sakuraba bobbed his head. True, there'd been that time when Shin ... and that time when he ... and the incident with ... and when they ... but Ito didn't need to know about that.
"Good, good." Ito nodded, pleased. "You know, I've been thinking, perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad thing to come out of the closet. Just a little, mind. Nothing too open, just ... a hint. Today's young women don't like their idol to get a girlfriend, but seeing him with another boy ... it's different. I haven't decided anything yet, but our marketing-department's working on it. An 'Haruto Sakuraba and Friend Do Things'-special, perhaps. All innocent and clean, of course. How would you like to be on TV, eh?" Ito made a gesture as if he wanted to slap Shin on the shoulder, like Otawara had done in the video, but thought better of it at the last moment.
"I need to train for the Christmas-bowl," Shin said, predictably. "As does Sakuraba."
Sakuraba wanted to kiss him. Shin, the Ace of the Ojo White Knights, thought Sakuraba shouldn't give up on football and call it quits after the disaster this past season had been. Anyone else, Sakuraba might have suspected of just trying to make him feel better, or needle Ito a little, but Shin never said anything he didn't mean.
"Well, a photo-shoot then," Ito proposed generously. "We'll see. As to this, don't worry about it." Ito picked up the videotape and tossed it in a trashcan. "We're busy hunting down all two-hundred-sixty-one copies that were sold on Ebay before we caught wind of it. If anyone asks, say that you and Shun are good friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Smile, and act natural."
"Two-hundred-" Sakuraba began, paling.
"My name is Shin, Seijuro Shin," Shin said.
"Pleased to meet you, I'm sure." Ito pressed his card into Shin's hand. "Now, off you go, boys. And remember: easy and natural does it. A casual hug is okay, anything more is out of the question. Oh, and good luck with the New Year's-bowl."
x
"Two-hundred-sixty-one copies," Sakuraba moaned.
Shin shrugged.
"Doesn't that bother you?" Sakuraba demanded. "Doesn't it freak you out that someone saw us doing ... /that/? This is terrible!"
"You should concentrate on what's important," Shin said. "If you keep moaning about things you can't do anything about, you will never accomplish anything. We won't win the Christmas-bowl with an attitude like that."
"But - " Sakuraba began.
Shin answered him with actions, rather than words, and although some of them made Sakuraba start moaning again, Sakuraba was fairly sure afterwards that Shin hadn't minded his doing so at all.
x
[elsewhere]
"I was asking where you got this kind of money!" Mamori slammed her hands on the table.
"Who cares?" Hiruma studied the plans for the expansion of clubhouse. "All you need to know is that there's more where it came from. This one, I think I'll call 'Throw Down in the Locker Room'. How about that eh?"
"Does Sena know about this?" Mamori demanded.
"That damn pipsqueak?" Hiruma snorted. "Of course not! Although ... " Hiruma rubbed his chin, a pensive expression on his face. "Naw, he's not that famous yet. Probably wouldn't sell."
"I want to know what you're talking about!" Mamori crossed her arms over her chest.
"My, look at the time. I'd better go see what everybody's up to on the field."
Author:
misuraRating: PG-13
Warnings: Naw.
Summary: Sakuraba liked to think he had a personal life.
"WHAT IS THIS?" Miracle Ito - well, 'shrieked' was the first word that came to Sakuraba's mind, really.
"It appears to be a video-tape." And thank the gods for Shin being there. Sakuraba wasn't a coward, or at least he liked to think he wasn't, but Ito scared him a little right now. Last time Ito had scared him, he'd ended up signing an agreement to go on a date with the three lucky winners of the 'How Well Do You Know Haruto Sakuraba? (entry-forms available with every purchase of a Sakuraba-CD, a Sakuraba-DVD or a Sakuraba-picture-collection)'-contest. One of them had weighed nearly three-hundred pounds, insisted on addressing him 'Haru-chan' and was still calling him on his cell-phone every day.
"LOOK! JUST LOOK!" Ito rammed the tape into the video-player.
Sakuraba looked, wishing he dared not to.
The scene started innocent enough, with him and Shin walking off the field after the game against the - what was their name again? the Yokohama Jokers? Something like that, at any rate. Otawara showed up briefly, slapping Shin on the shoulder. All perfectly standard stuff that anyone could have taped.
Sakuraba was beginning to breathe a little easier. Perhaps Ito simply thought he hadn't gotten in enough screen-time. Perhaps that yelling just now had only been a ploy to make him sign an agreement to produce a post-game special. Coach Shoji wouldn't like that, but then again, Coach Shoji didn't seem to like /anything/ Sakuraba did. Perhaps Shin would decide to pursue a career in stand-up comedy and stop playing football.
After a fade-out, the screen showed the dressing-rooms. Sakuraba frowned. He was fairly sure at least /someone/ would have noticed if there'd been a girl with a camera walking into the dressing-rooms. There were about fifteen seconds of the camera being directed at the floor, gradually moving to the back of the dressing-rooms, to where the entrance to the showers was.
From the sound of it, there were several people showering - Sakuraba knew Shin had been one of the last ones to get there, because he'd wanted a closer look at one of the players, and Sakuraba had lingered a little because Shin had. So perhaps ... naw. /Someone/ would have noticed /that/ for sure, wouldn't they?
Apparently not. Apparently, when you were really ah /distracted/, someone could sneak close enough to get a close-up of ... certain parts of your body not usually shown on pictures. Sakuraba felt his cheeks burning. This was bad. This was worse than he'd been able to imagine in his worst nightmares, and after he'd signed up with Jari Productions, his imagination had improved considerably.
Mercifully, Ito stopped the tape, rather than let it run all the way. He didn't say anything, simply glowered at Sakuraba, who was beyond cringing, and Shin who ...
"An interesting example of what's possible with today's technology," Shin said, as cool and controlled as if they'd just been watching a video about the nesting habits of the Chinese robin. "I was not aware that trick-photography had become this well-advanced, nor that anyone would choose to use such a thing in order to create pornographic fantasies involving me and Sakuraba."
"TRICK-" Ito coughed. "Ahem. Trick-photography, you said?"
Shin stared at Ito. If Sakuraba hadn't been so busy wishing he could go back to being a normal, not-famous person, he'd have enjoyed to see Ito starting to squirm a little. Shin had this way of staring at people - not saying anything, just /staring/ - that was very ... unsettling.
"Naturally," Shin said.
"Naturally," Ito repeated. He blinked once, and Shin went back to staring at the wall. "Yes, yes, of course. It proves you're popular, my boy. That's /good/. Yes. Very good." Ito nodded, still a little hesitantly, but warming up to the idea. Within another two minutes, Sakuraba thought, his face cooling down a little, Ito would have convinced himself /he/ had been the one to figure the whole thing out.
"Who made this thing?" Sakuraba asked weakly. Both Ito and Shin turned to look at him. "Well, someone must have. Right?"
Ito chewed on his lower lip. "I suppose so, yes, but - " Ito's expression brightened " - that's really not important. We'll find out who did this, and then we'll sue them." Ito rubbed his hands, then narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "The two of you /have/ been following my rules, haven't you?"
"O- of course." Sakuraba bobbed his head. True, there'd been that time when Shin ... and that time when he ... and the incident with ... and when they ... but Ito didn't need to know about that.
"Good, good." Ito nodded, pleased. "You know, I've been thinking, perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad thing to come out of the closet. Just a little, mind. Nothing too open, just ... a hint. Today's young women don't like their idol to get a girlfriend, but seeing him with another boy ... it's different. I haven't decided anything yet, but our marketing-department's working on it. An 'Haruto Sakuraba and Friend Do Things'-special, perhaps. All innocent and clean, of course. How would you like to be on TV, eh?" Ito made a gesture as if he wanted to slap Shin on the shoulder, like Otawara had done in the video, but thought better of it at the last moment.
"I need to train for the Christmas-bowl," Shin said, predictably. "As does Sakuraba."
Sakuraba wanted to kiss him. Shin, the Ace of the Ojo White Knights, thought Sakuraba shouldn't give up on football and call it quits after the disaster this past season had been. Anyone else, Sakuraba might have suspected of just trying to make him feel better, or needle Ito a little, but Shin never said anything he didn't mean.
"Well, a photo-shoot then," Ito proposed generously. "We'll see. As to this, don't worry about it." Ito picked up the videotape and tossed it in a trashcan. "We're busy hunting down all two-hundred-sixty-one copies that were sold on Ebay before we caught wind of it. If anyone asks, say that you and Shun are good friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Smile, and act natural."
"Two-hundred-" Sakuraba began, paling.
"My name is Shin, Seijuro Shin," Shin said.
"Pleased to meet you, I'm sure." Ito pressed his card into Shin's hand. "Now, off you go, boys. And remember: easy and natural does it. A casual hug is okay, anything more is out of the question. Oh, and good luck with the New Year's-bowl."
x
"Two-hundred-sixty-one copies," Sakuraba moaned.
Shin shrugged.
"Doesn't that bother you?" Sakuraba demanded. "Doesn't it freak you out that someone saw us doing ... /that/? This is terrible!"
"You should concentrate on what's important," Shin said. "If you keep moaning about things you can't do anything about, you will never accomplish anything. We won't win the Christmas-bowl with an attitude like that."
"But - " Sakuraba began.
Shin answered him with actions, rather than words, and although some of them made Sakuraba start moaning again, Sakuraba was fairly sure afterwards that Shin hadn't minded his doing so at all.
x
[elsewhere]
"I was asking where you got this kind of money!" Mamori slammed her hands on the table.
"Who cares?" Hiruma studied the plans for the expansion of clubhouse. "All you need to know is that there's more where it came from. This one, I think I'll call 'Throw Down in the Locker Room'. How about that eh?"
"Does Sena know about this?" Mamori demanded.
"That damn pipsqueak?" Hiruma snorted. "Of course not! Although ... " Hiruma rubbed his chin, a pensive expression on his face. "Naw, he's not that famous yet. Probably wouldn't sell."
"I want to know what you're talking about!" Mamori crossed her arms over her chest.
"My, look at the time. I'd better go see what everybody's up to on the field."
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Date: 2007-04-11 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-13 01:29 pm (UTC)Hiruma is pure (but violent) love - glad to hear you didn't mind his inclusion in this. And thanks for the comment!