Small Comforts {1/2}
Title: Small Comforts {1/2}
Rating: PG-13
Fandom(s): Last Friends, KAT-TUN
Pairing: Oikawa Sōsuke x Kamenashi Kazuya
A/N: For ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
zsuness, who wanted Kamestalkerfanboy!Sōsuke. Let's say LF didn't end the way it apparently did, for the sake of the crack story.
Friday night finds Sōsuke at home, as always. With Michiru gone, there is really nothing for him to do. Wake up, go to work, come home to an empty apartment. It's really only the small comforts in life that keep him going. Small comforts like this DVD he just bought today.
He's not particularly fond of pop music, let alone boybands, but this one, KAT-TUN, is different. It's not the group itself, with their cracked out costumes and constant, overacted faggery. It's certainly not their crappy music or the jerky flailing they call dancing.
On-screen, they are showing Akanishi. Again. Why the fuck are they showing Akanishi? Sōsuke honestly can't understand women. That is their idea of an attractive man? That fat, dumb whore hogging the camera all the time is their ideal lover?
No wonder Sōsuke is miserably single.
Akanishi hits Taguchi over the head, probably for some stupid pun Sōsuke didn't quite catch due to a lack of interest. Why are they showing these idiots? Where is-
Ah.
"There you are," Sōsuke murmurs aloud, absently tonguing the corner of his mouth as the camera runs over Kamenashi's body, settling on his face.
Kamenashi Kazuya. Sōsuke can remember the first time he caught a glimpse of him; it was in some retarded high school drama Michiru'd religiously followed. Sōsuke'd never known he had a not-so-hetero streak until he laid his eyes on Kamenashi.
It was love at first sight.
Sōsuke watches Akanishi poke Kamenashi in the side, making the younger duck his head and shake long locks of hair in his face. Sōsuke wishes he would stop doing that. He would love to see that blush darken Kamenashi's already tan skin further; not by much, just a light dusting of pink over those high cheekbones.
Sōsuke would love to be the one who makes Kamenashi blush like that, because Akanishi sure as hell doesn't deserve the honor.
Now there's an idea.
---
Kame's been getting flowers.
Which, in itself, is nothing unusual.
But Kame's been getting flowers delivered directly to his apartment, which, as far as Kame knows, is as hidden from hungry fangirl eyes as anything in relation to Kame will ever be.
What's even more disturbing is that Kame's been getting notes with the flowers. Not of the pink, glittery, perfumey kind, either.
"I think I am being stalked by a man," Kame says in lieu of a greeting as he steps into the dressing room.
Ueda turns a page in his magazine. "Did you find Jin in your bed again? I'm telling you, kicking him out is certainly not 'too much', as you put it last time."
Kame rolls his eyes. "I don't mean Akanishi. But thanks for bringing that pleasant memory to the surface."
Ueda gives a vague shrug.
Kame stares at him. "Did you even hear me? I am being stalked. By a man."
Ueda hums and circles something in the magazine with his pink marker before asking; "So, is he at least hot?"
"You know what? Forget it," Kame mutters, plopping down on his usual spot on the couch.
Maybe the guy will just get bored of him. Yes, he will certainly get bored of him. After all, it's not like Kame is the most interesting person in the world, or even in this district of Tokyo.
Surely, his mystery guy is going to give up any day now.
---
A month passes. A month filled with flowers and notes.
At this point, Kame can't even decide whether he should feel flattered or seriously, seriously freaked out.
Mystery Guy doesn't even send the flowers anymore, he just leaves them on Kame's doormat every. Single. Morning. Of course Kame's tried to catch him at it a few times, but that only resulted in a few sleepless nights and a couple of dark circles under Kame's eyes.
Kame wakes up, does the bathroom trip and inevitably ends up at his front door, now by routine. The bouquet is there - wild Forget-me-nots today - and so is the note in the usual, tasteful off-white envelop.
'I wish I could make you smile the way Akanishi does.'
Kame snorts, shaking his head in amused wonder. "No idea how it comes off to you, Yamada-san, but something tells me you wouldn't like me to regard you as Jin."
---
"Found your Yamada Taro yet?" Koki greets, grinning as he jogs up to Kame in the parking lot.
Kame shakes his head. "I don't think I will, either."
"Still hasn't shown himself, huh?" Koki frowns. "You know, this is still fishy. I mean, he doesn't even sign or anything, right? No name, no phone number... He doesn't expect you to get back to him. So what the hell does he want?"
"I..." Kame bites his lip. "Maybe he's just showing his appreciation?"
"Aham. Showing his appreciation," Koki repeats skeptically. "I still say you should contemplate what I told you when this all started."
"What, call the police?" Kame asks, laughing incredulously. "And what the hell should I tell them? 'Mr. Officer, I've been getting fan mail, please help me get rid of this terrible person?'"
Koki frowns. "Don't take this so lightly, Kame-chan. This world is full of sick fucks who are all eager to get their hands on people like you."
"Are you calling me naïve?" Kame demands indignantly.
Koki just smiles and loops an arm around his shoulders. "I'm calling you a good person, that's all. You're too fucking good, Kame, and there are lots of people who wouldn't hesitate to use that against you."
---
When Kame gets home that night, there's a package on his doormat. Kame spends a few moments blinking at it dumbly, before figuring he might as well pick it up, enter his apartment and resume the pondering there.
Kame's given up on questioning the security guards a long time ago. There are a lot of people living in this building, and Kame can't expect them to remember every single person who passes through the front entrance. Maybe it's someone who has family here. Hell, maybe it's one of his neighbors.
The 'gift' turns out to be ika uni don from the restaurant Kame usually orders it from when he's too tired to go out for dinner.
There is no note this time, but the message is clear.
---
Show business is a cruel world. Managers in particular don't seem to have the time to breathe, let alone give a shit about their kids.
Which, as sad as that is, makes it all too easy for Sōsuke to make connections.
It is through one of said connections that Sōsuke learns about Kamenashi's day-off, the first in over a month. It's a Tuesday and Sōsuke has work, but he figures he can make some time in his schedule. Kamenashi is a busy person; always away, always surrounded by people. Sōsuke doesn't need the extra attention.
Besides, there is the atmosphere to consider.
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