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write_my_dreamsTitle: Behind the Glitter - Chapter 1: A Fragile Bond
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write_my_dreamsPairing: eventual Hide-Zou x Tsunehito
Genre: AU, figure skating, some drama
Warning: I bent reality a bit with some of the sporting events mentioned. I am by no means a figure skater.
Disclaimer: Hide-Zou and Tsunehito do not belong to me. I used details from their lives to make the characters but this is a work of fiction. The storyline and the writing belong to me.
Rating: PG
Chapters: 1/3(?)
Summary: At seventeen, Hide-Zou gets a job at the skating rink so he can save money to buy a new guitar. While working he meets and befriends Yokohama's skating darling: fifteen-year-old Tsunehito who has Olympic potential. They have to overcome some hurdles to stay in each other's lives and two years later, Hide-Zou finds himself falling for Tsunehito.
Author's Comment: Thanks to the Thorki skating AU on tumblr and my general interest in figure skating, this fic was born. It is a part of the vampire series even though there are no vampires in this particular series. Because I wrote Asagi's memory arc, I decided to include some of Tsunehito's important memories because it does affect his character when he's an adult.
Today marked Hide-Zou’s one month anniversary of working at the ice rink. The job wasn’t too bad even though it wasn’t the one he had his heart set on. He wanted to work at his favorite guitar store. Still, better the ice rink than McDonalds. And the job at least paid well. Soon enough, he’d be able to buy the guitar he’d coveted for the last few months. Then after he’d shaken off the shackles of school, he and his band could do better. They just needed better quality instruments first. Couldn’t play great music with shitty guitars after all.
Realizing he was drumming a tune on his mop, Hide-Zou resumed cleaning the stadium stands. His boss was a nice guy who quickly became not so nice when he caught his employees slacking. Hide-Zou continued to clean his assigned section of the stands. He raised his head as he heard blades on the ice. He raised his head then squinted at the lone figure on the ice. Oh, Tsunehito. Hide-Zou was no expert on figure skating, but recognizing this skater was easy. Fifteen-year-old Tsunehito, born and raised in Yokohama, had recently qualified for Japan’s Youth Olympics team. He was also determined to compete in the next winter Olympics. Hide-Zou liked to watch him practice since Tsunehito was extremely talented. He was so graceful as he glided across the ice. And he was very attractive. No wonder, Hide-Zou had seen Tsunehito’s parents (who were former Olympic figure skaters) at the rink before. His mother looked like she could be a model.
Catching himself, Hide-Zou quickly concentrated on the stands. Just in case his boss was looking. If he glanced up every so often to watch Tsunehito practice, it wasn’t his fault. The skater was too fascinating to ignore. His jumps and spins looked so effortless. Hide-Zou grimaced at the occasional display of flexibility. Oh, just imagining doing that was painful. Tsunehito bent over his extended leg as he spun on one thin blade or holding his foot up and spinning on the other. He made his entire routine look as easy as walking. Surely he would be able to win a medal at the Youth Olympics. Even though they’d never spoken, Hide-Zou wanted Tsunehito to succeed. He sensed that failure might break the little skater. He looked so heartbreakingly fragile sometimes. As if one blow—one loss—would shatter him into a thousand pieces.
Stop thinking about him. What did Hide-Zou know about Tsunehito anyway? It wasn’t as if they would ever communicate. Olympic skaters didn’t talk to regular workers.
* * *
The opportunity came sooner than Hide-Zou would ever have expected. He was cleaning the mirrors in the locker room (wondering when he’d get switched to registry duty) when Tsunehito entered. He’d trained in casual clothes instead of a flashy costume. He looked so different in socks and training clothes with his skates tucked under his arm. Hide-Zou turned back to the mirror to resume doing his job. He blinked at his reflection upon seeing that Tsunehito was watching him.
“You watched me skate.”
“Huh?” Hide-Zou turned from the now-spotless mirror. “Oh, yeah. I like watching the skaters when I’m on break. Especially you.” He gave Tsunehito an awkward smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. That sounded creepy. Really creepy. “I’d tell you that you skate beautifully, but you already know that.”
Tsunehito laughed softly. “I do, but I appreciate the compliment. Thank you.” He smoothed his sweat-slicked hair back then tilted his head. “I’ve noticed that you usually watch me when I’m practicing. Why?”
Hide-Zou hadn’t expected that. “Why not?” he set his cleaning bottle on the sink. “I like the way you skate since you make it look so easy. It’s interesting to watch you. Also, you’re from Yokohama like me so I guess that’s another reason. Mostly though, it’s because you’re so talented and I feel like you’ll do great things. Plus you’re cute.” The last part slipped out. Hide-Zou blushed then hid a grin behind his hand at the startled look on Tsunehito’s face. Clearly he hadn’t expected that.
The skater flushed then gave him a shy smile. “I… thank you. I guess I should let you get back to work now.”
“Sadly, not all of us have a glamorous life.” Hide-Zou wrinkled his nose as he resumed cleaning. He was seriously sick of cleaning up the rink and locker rooms. Tidying his room or assisting his mom with the cleaning was bad enough. Now he was required to clean to stay employed. It sucked. Think of the guitar, he reminded himself. His boss had at least mentioned putting him on registry duty soon. Then he’d just be taking people’s money for free skate or selling food at games. So much better than cleaning.
Tsunehito’s answering sigh startled him. “Once you peel away the glitter you’ll see that a figure skater’s life isn’t as glamorous as it looks.”
Hide-Zou turned to ask Tsunehito more. Too late; Tsunehito was already walking away. He frowned then returned to his job. Tsunehito had been born and raised in the skating industry. He would know better than anyone that it wasn’t as glorious as it seemed.
After that initial conversation, Tsunehito became more aware of Hide-Zou’s presence. They were often at the rink at the same time so if Tsunehito saw him when he wasn’t practicing, he would come over to chat. The conversations never lasted long since Hide-Zou was working and Tsunehito either had to get on the ice or had somewhere to be. But it was something, and Hide-Zou started looking forward to those few minutes. They were starting to learn more about each other. Compared to Tsunehito, Hide-Zou felt like his life was deadly dull.
Despite their frequent chats, it took about two weeks for them to get closer. A helping factor was Hide-Zou having to miss two days of work because he had the flu. His mom wanted him to take a third day off, but he’d complained about too many reductions from his paycheck. So she relented and let him go. Hide-Zou was determined to get his guitar and would work as much as he needed in order to buy it.
His boss had, fortunately, put him on registry duty today. So Hide-Zou got to stand or sit behind the desk and take people’s money. He was sitting down when a familiar figure stepped into the room.
“Hey, where have you been?” Tsunehito asked.
“Had the flu.”
Tsunehito wrinkled his nose in sympathy. “No wonder you look so pale.”
Hide-Zou smiled playfully. “Maybe I’m just trying to maintain my delicate complexion.” He wasn’t, but he wanted to see Tsunehito’s reaction to that.
That made the skater laugh. “Yeah, sure.” He set his skating bag down. He wore one of his usual training outfits of leggings and a t-shirt, although the t-shirt’s pattern of guitars caught Hide-Zou’s attention.
“Nice shirt.”
Tsunehito glanced down. “Thanks.”
“I started working here so I could buy a new guitar,” Hide-Zou blurted. Why was he saying this? “I want to be a musician. For that though, I need a high-quality guitar. Probably a better band too.” No offense to his bandmates. They just didn’t share his ambitions.
“You can play the guitar?”
Hide-Zou nodded. “I’ve been playing since I was eleven. So six years now. I try to practice daily.”
“Good luck with your band. I can play bass a little. I don’t have the time to improve my playing since I’m so busy with skating though.”
They talked about music until Tsunehito said he had to get on the ice. He paid Hide-Zou for the rink rental then turned to go. Hide-Zou sighed softly as he watched the skater head towards the door. It was easy to tell that Tsunehito was lonely. No wonder! He spent so much time training and competing. Then he still had school. He’d complained about a difficult test he hadn’t had the time to study for last week. Poor kid. It was difficult for athletes to have a social life—or any life—outside of their sport. Or studies if they were still in school.
“Hey, Tsunehito.”
The skater turned. “What?”
“I’ll give you my number. Text me whenever you want to chat, okay?”
Tsunehito smiled. “Sure.” He walked back to the desk and pulled an expensive looking phone out of his bag. They swapped phone numbers. “I really have to go now. My coach will kill me if I’m late.”
“We wouldn’t want that.”
Tsunehito just laughed then left the office.
* * *
That week, Hide-Zou came to the skating rink on his day off. By now, he had a feel for Tsunehito’s schedule so knew he would be here practicing. If Tsunehito had the time, Hide-Zou wanted to go out and do something with him. Get food, shop a little, or they could go to the guitar store so Hide-Zou could show Tsunehito his dream guitar.
Tsunehito was practicing when Hide-Zou arrived at the rink. He headed down the stairs to get closer as he watched Tsunehito move across the ice. Backwards skating then a spin, a triple axel jump… then the notoriously tricky quadruple axel. Hide-Zou took a seat in the first row to continue watching Tsunehito. He did a double take when he skated by and saw Hide-Zou there. Then smiled, raising his hand to wave. Hide-Zou waved back. He sat there for the remainder of Tsunehito’s practice session, wondering how Tsunehito could spin so rapidly without getting dizzy. Or falling over. He certainly wouldn’t be able to do it.
He could tell practice was over when Tsunehito skated to the other side of the rink to join a woman. His coach, Hide-Zou assumed. Tsunehito picked up a water bottle then gulped down the contents, nodding as she spoke to him. It was too far away to hear what they were saying. Hide-Zou hoped it was only good things. Tsunehito’s routine had looked incredible. Unsure of how long the conversation would last, Hide-Zou pulled his phone out of his pocket. He played phone games until he heard blades sliding across the ice in his direction.
Tsunehito stopped in front of him, resting his bare arms on the barrier. He wore a tank top and leggings today and his cheeks were flushed from the exercise. “Hey,” he said, brushing his damp hair back. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
Hide-Zou grinned. “Nope. It’s my day off.”
Tsunehito’s eyes widened. “Really? What are you doing here then?”
“Looking for you. I know you’re busy, but do you want to go get something to eat? We could walk around afterwards. Do something outside the rink if you’re interested.”
Tsunehito hesitated for a moment then nodded. “I’d like that. Give me about ten minutes, I need to talk to my coach again and change.”
Hide-Zou nodded. “All right. I’ll wait outside, it’s freezing in here.” He made a face as he rubbed his arms.
Tsunehito chuckled. “Not when you’re skating for two hours straight.” He raised his arms above his head and did some horrific back-bending stretch that made Hide-Zou’s spine ache. Then he straightened. “I’ll meet you outside, okay?”
“I’ll be there.”
Hide-Zou played with his phone to pass the time as he waited for Tsunehito. He glanced up when Tsunehito, now wearing jeans and a hoodie with his skating bag slung over his shoulder, came up to him. “Hey. I’m assuming you’re hungry now?” He must have worked up an appetite during his practice.
Tsunehito nodded. “I am pretty hungry.”
“All right. Food first!” Hide-Zou started walking then stopped, turning to look Tsunehito over from head to toe. “…Are you on some sort of special, athletic diet? Because you’re pretty tiny.” Almost frail-looking. Which was worrying with the things he did on the ice.
Tsunehito gave him an amused look. “I eat healthy and work out. That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to eat junk food though. Let’s get McDonalds! I haven’t had fries in a month and I’m dying to eat some.”
Hide-Zou smirked. “Might as well break your diet in an epic way. There are McDonalds everywhere so if you don’t mind waiting a little longer, there’s one by the guitar shop I like. I want to show you the guitar I’m saving up for.” He itched to see the guitar again. Last night, he’d dreamt of playing it on stage. Waking up had sucked since he wasn’t a stage-worthy musician and also didn’t own the coveted guitar.
“I’d like to see that,” Tsunehito said.
“Me too.” Hide-Zou also wanted to see if the price had changed any. It was unlikely, but looking at the guitar again would give him an idea of how much more money he needed to save so he could buy it.
Tsunehito was practically bouncing once they reached McDonalds. “I’m so hungry,” he grumbled, rubbing his stomach.
Hide-Zou snickered. “Good thing we’re here then. I take it you already know what you’re getting?” He liked fast food as much as the next teenager. Like Tsunehito, he didn’t get to eat it much. For different reasons though. Hide-Zou’s parents were health nuts who constantly complained about the grease, the fat, blah blah etc.
“Mm,” Tsunehito nodded. “Fries and a cheeseburger.”
“Sounds good.” They entered the McDonalds and took their places in line. Once they had their food, they grabbed a booth. Tsunehito looked like he was in heaven as he took the first bite out of his cheeseburger. “Enjoying yourself?” Hide-Zou laughed, taking a drink from his melon soda.
Mouth full, Tsunehito could nod. He spoke up once he’d swallowed. “Yeah, it’s delicious.”
“You might need to skate for another two hours to burn off the calories from that hamburger,” Hide-Zou joked. “My parents would be jogging until they’d burned off every calorie.”
“Healthy parents?”
“Very. You should see the look on my mom’s face when I bring home junk food. She doesn’t even eat chocolate by the kilogram like most moms do.”
Tsunehito laughed at the description. “My mom doesn’t eat chocolate that much but she can’t say no to ice cream. She and Dad are pretty healthy otherwise though. And they always tell me to maintain a good exercise and diet regiment. But as I said,” he smirked as he ate some more fries, “everyone needs to break their diet sometimes.”
“I agree.” Hide-Zou took another bite out of his hamburger. “So I guess you’ve been skating since you were old enough to walk?”
“Since I was three.”
Hide-Zou suddenly felt lame. Tsunehito had been skating for twelve years. Playing guitar was the longest hobby Hide-Zou had ever maintained. “No wonder you’re so good.”
“It’s taken hours upon hours of practice,” Tsunehito said. “No one is just born with athletic talent. They have to work to improve on it. Same with you and your guitar, I guess.”
“Or your bass.”
Tsunehito smiled wryly. “I’m definitely not good at that though.”
“So what got you into playing bass anyway?” Hide-Zou asked, devouring some more fries while Tsunehito looked thoughtful.
“Two years ago, I landed badly on a triple axel. I fell in an awkward position and sprained my ankle but also slammed into the wall. Got a concussion from that,” he made a face. “My doctor ordered me to stay off the ice for three weeks. Since I wasn’t skating, I suddenly had a lot of free time.” Tsunehito paused to take another bite out of his cheeseburger. Hide-Zou nodded, eating some more while Tsunehito chewed. “I wanted to learn how to play guitar for a while so decided I might as well do it then. Mom bought me a bass guitar and found me a teacher. I practiced my playing since I couldn’t skate.” Tsunehito blew out a sigh as he raised his cup. “Like I said earlier, I wish I had the time to practice the bass more. I’d love to play better but the only way I’d get more practice time is if I hurt myself on the ice. With the Olympics and another competition coming up, I can’t afford an injury.”
Hide-Zou had a mouth full of fries so just nodded. He swallowed too quickly, grimaced, and rubbed his throat. “Sounds unpleasant but at least you had something to do when you couldn’t be on the ice.”
“Yeah.” Tsunehito brushed his hair back then reached for another fry, blinking as he realized he’d eaten them all.
Hide-Zou pushed his tray towards Tsunehito. “Here, have the rest of my fries. I can tell you need them more.”
He was surprised when Tsunehito blushed. “Thank you.” He happily ate the remaining fries. After finishing their meals, they wiped the grease off their fingers and threw out the trash. “So… you were going to show me your ideal guitar?”
“Yeah. The shop is just down the street.” Hide-Zou grabbed Tsunehito’s skating bag and hoisted it over his shoulder, smirking at the look of wide-eyed surprise on the younger boy’s face. “Come on, let me be gentlemanly and carry your bag.”
Tsunehito glowered at him. “I’m not a damsel in distress. Besides, I bet I can lift more weight than you at the gym.”
Hide-Zou playfully dodged when Tsunehito reached for the bag. “You’re on, shorty.”
“Shorty?!” Tsunehito’s voice cracked in outrage, making Hide-Zou laugh. Oh it’d been a good idea to take Tsunehito out today. He could tell the skater was enjoying himself despite the teasing.
* * *
Hide-Zou started awake as his phone buzzed. He sat up then groaned as he realized he’d drooled on his math book. Fuck. Well, it was so boring it was no wonder it’d put him to sleep. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes then picked up his phone. It was almost 02:00 and he’d just received a text from Tsunehito.
Sorry for the late text. Are you busy on Saturday? I… have a skating competition then. I’d like you to come. If you want.
Another text followed. You don’t have to. You’d probably be bored. Or blinded by the glitter. Mom picked my costume. I look like a disco ball barfed on a red and black costume.
Hide-Zou yawned, reading over the messages again. Tsunehito was usually a confident person. He must be a bundle of nerves if he was babbling about the competition at this hour. Of course I’ll come.
Thank you. Were you asleep?
Mm. fell asleep on my math book. Might’ve drowned in drool if it hadn’t been for your text. You saved me.
…That’s disgusting.
Hide-Zou grinned. I know. But you seem stressed so I wanted to make you laugh. Can’t sleep?
No. I always think I can handle the pressure of competing but I get anxious a few days before the event. Nervous, shaky. Can’t sleep.
Hide-Zou frowned. He was glad that he’d befriended Tsunehito. The skater could talk to him when he was stressed or anxious. Before, would Tsunehito have had anyone to talk to about this? Hide-Zou didn’t know. You’re going to skate amazingly like you always do. Should I wear my I <3 Tsune badge?
…I’m not sure I want to imagine that.
Or maybe a No. 1 Tsune fan t-shirt.
…Please don’t do that.
Hide-Zou pressed his hand against his mouth to muffle his laughter. He could just imagine Tsunehito grimacing at his phone. The visual was adorable. Like Tsunehito himself, although he made grumpy faces when told he was cute. Hide-Zou quickly texted back. Okay, I lied. I don't have any of those.
I’d be afraid if you did.
Just a giant flag with your face on it.
……
That was a lie too.
Zou. Go to bed.
Hide-Zou turned off his desk light, stretching as he migrated over to his bed. Once he was under the covers, he texted back. You should do the same.
I’m in bed. I just can’t sleep.
Read something really boring? Maybe a textbook. Mine was so thrilling it knocked me out. He probably wouldn’t do too well on that test. Oh well. Hide-Zou wasn’t interested in going on to university anyway.
I guess I’ll try. Go back to sleep.
Will do. Good night.
Good night.
Hide-Zou half expected more texts, but didn’t receive any. Tsunehito was probably leaving him alone so he could sleep. Hide-Zou shifted into a more comfortable position. He’d have to text Tsunehito in the morning to see if he ever managed to sleep again.
Upon waking up, Hide-Zou texted his friend. There was no answer so he assumed Tsunehito was still asleep. Or busy? He could be showering. Shrugging, Hide-Zou put the matter out of his mind as he set about getting ready for school. He checked his phone when he had a break between classes and frowned when there was still no response to his text. By now, he’d been friends with Tsunehito for about two months. He was used to Tsunehito taking a while to respond to texts since he had a busy life. Still, he usually responded quickly when he had an upcoming competition. So Hide-Zou sent him a quick text asking if he was busy today. Then another asking if he wanted to meet up later.
By the end of the school day, Tsunehito still hadn’t answered his texts. Hide-Zou was a little worried about him. Even though he knew he shouldn’t be. Tsunehito was probably skating or his phone was dead. And if he fussed any more, Hide-Zou might turn into his sister who was distraught when her friends didn’t respond to her texts within an hour. Something Hide-Zou enjoyed teasing her about.
Sighing, he decided to put the matter out of his mind. He knew Tsunehito had a busy life and their schedules didn’t always match up for talking. His best bet of hearing from Tsunehito today was during his shift at the skating rink. Given Saturday’s competition, it was likely that Tsunehito’s coach had him on the ice for extra hours to make sure his routine could be executed flawlessly. His knowledge of Tsunehito’s rigorous schedule made Hide-Zou grateful that he’d never pursued a career as a professional athlete.
Hide-Zou arrived at the skating rink just as Tsunehito and his coach were leaving. “Tsune!” he called, running up to the pair. He noticed his coach’s expression darkening in displeasure but ignored her. Tsunehito was his priority right now. The skater froze as Hide-Zou approached. He wore a jacket over his training clothes and had his familiar skating bag slung over his shoulder. Tsunehito cast his coach an anxious look before turning to Hide-Zou.
“Hey,” he said softly.
Tsunehito’s coach laid her hand on his shoulder. “We should go.”
“I’ll just be a few minutes.”
She hesitated then nodded, even though she didn’t look happy. “All right. Don’t let yourself get too distracted. You skated well today, but you and I know all too well what happens when you lose your focus.”
Hide-Zou started to worry again as Tsunehito murmured an agreement. It was rare to see the skater so… meek. He watched the coach walk away before fixing his gaze on Tsunehito again. “Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you all day. Did you have a fight with your coach or something?”
Tsunehito lowered his gaze. “I’m sorry. It’s… there’s…” he sighed as he struggled with the words. “A lot has happened today. My coach said she needed to talk to me and she wanted my parents to be there too. We met at my house and they,” he swallowed, “they said I’m not myself. I’m not as focused as I usually am, I’m not executing my routines as well as I should, that I don’t seem as committed to skating, and that there’s something missing from my routines. You heard my coach warning me about distractions. She and my parents think… they think you’re a distraction. That I’m focusing too much on you instead of skating.”
Hide-Zou did a double take. “What?” He thought he was helping Tsunehito by being his friend! Now he was some distraction that was getting in the way of Tsunehito’s career? That hurt.
The skater looked at him with eyes full of remorse. “Mom says you’re one big distraction. They keep telling me that I can’t afford distractions at this stage in my life. I’m going to the Youth Olympics; my performance there is practice for the winter Olympics in two years. Then with the competition on Saturday…” he sighed, biting his lip. “I-I think they might be right, Zou. I’ve used time I could be training to hang out with you instead. I look for you when I’m practicing because I like having you watch me skate. When you’re there, I skate better because I want to perform well for you. I don’t want to disappoint you. I’ve never felt this way for anyone besides my coach and my parents. Now I-”
Hide-Zou closed his eyes. “Tsune, stop. I’m not some ‘distraction’ that’s getting in the way of your life. I’m your friend. Someone you can spend time with when you need a break from skating, someone you can talk to when you’re stressed.” Tsunehito’s misery was equally as upsetting as his manipulative coach and parents. Did they want Tsunehito to isolate himself and focus only on skating and training? That was absurd. No one was that dedicated. “I know I’m the only real friend you have so don't let your parents and your coach force me out of your life.”
“You are,” Tsunehito whispered. “And I don’t want to lose you. But I can’t… I can’t afford to be distracted.” He sighed as he dragged his hands down his face. “Mom’s confiscated my phone for the rest of the week. She says I can’t afford to become any more sidetracked from the competition. So I don’t know if I’ll be able to talk to or see you again this week.” He sighed again as he faced Hide-Zou. “I guess I’ll just have to skate as best as I possibly can this week. Show them that I can keep you in my life and skate. I never thought we’d end up so close… but I really like having you here. I can be a normal teenager with you, something I’d almost forgotten how to be.” He rocked back on his heels. “You remember how I said that I’ve lost contact with all my old friends?”
Hide-Zou nodded. “I remember.”
“You’re the only friend that made an effort to get close to me. Despite my schedule and how busy I am, you still want to stay in my life. And I want you to be a part of it. I guess… I just… I got too dependent on you.”
Hide-Zou hesitated then hugged Tsunehito. The smaller body tensed in his arms for a moment. Then Tsunehito sagged against him as he returned the embrace. “It’s okay,” he said. “You do your thing and I’ll keep saving for my guitar.” He stepped back, glowering at the rink. “I’ll hear about the competition on the news, I guess. Maybe your dictator parents will let you have your phone back after it. Then you can text me again.”
Tsunehito grimaced. “Maybe.” He sighed then hugged Hide-Zou again. “I’m really sorry about this.”
“It isn’t your fault.” Hide-Zou was adamant about that. He rubbed Tsunehito’s back then gently pushed him out to arms length. “I bet your coach is giving me the evil eye so I’ll let you go. Good luck on Saturday… text me when you’re able to.”
Tsunehito nodded. “Thank you. I will.” He waved then walked away. Hide-Zou watched him go, still stunned that the skater’s coach and parents thought of him as some unwanted distraction.
Notes
1) There is a Youth Olympics but the winter games first began in 2012. Not the time-period this fic is set so that's where the reality bending warning comes from
2) "Behind the Glitter" is the prequel to "When Nightmares Become Reality" where Tsunehito meets Asagi.
3) Tsunehito's parents aren't always the nicest people. They're very strict which will come into play later in this story.
Realizing he was drumming a tune on his mop, Hide-Zou resumed cleaning the stadium stands. His boss was a nice guy who quickly became not so nice when he caught his employees slacking. Hide-Zou continued to clean his assigned section of the stands. He raised his head as he heard blades on the ice. He raised his head then squinted at the lone figure on the ice. Oh, Tsunehito. Hide-Zou was no expert on figure skating, but recognizing this skater was easy. Fifteen-year-old Tsunehito, born and raised in Yokohama, had recently qualified for Japan’s Youth Olympics team. He was also determined to compete in the next winter Olympics. Hide-Zou liked to watch him practice since Tsunehito was extremely talented. He was so graceful as he glided across the ice. And he was very attractive. No wonder, Hide-Zou had seen Tsunehito’s parents (who were former Olympic figure skaters) at the rink before. His mother looked like she could be a model.
Catching himself, Hide-Zou quickly concentrated on the stands. Just in case his boss was looking. If he glanced up every so often to watch Tsunehito practice, it wasn’t his fault. The skater was too fascinating to ignore. His jumps and spins looked so effortless. Hide-Zou grimaced at the occasional display of flexibility. Oh, just imagining doing that was painful. Tsunehito bent over his extended leg as he spun on one thin blade or holding his foot up and spinning on the other. He made his entire routine look as easy as walking. Surely he would be able to win a medal at the Youth Olympics. Even though they’d never spoken, Hide-Zou wanted Tsunehito to succeed. He sensed that failure might break the little skater. He looked so heartbreakingly fragile sometimes. As if one blow—one loss—would shatter him into a thousand pieces.
Stop thinking about him. What did Hide-Zou know about Tsunehito anyway? It wasn’t as if they would ever communicate. Olympic skaters didn’t talk to regular workers.
* * *
The opportunity came sooner than Hide-Zou would ever have expected. He was cleaning the mirrors in the locker room (wondering when he’d get switched to registry duty) when Tsunehito entered. He’d trained in casual clothes instead of a flashy costume. He looked so different in socks and training clothes with his skates tucked under his arm. Hide-Zou turned back to the mirror to resume doing his job. He blinked at his reflection upon seeing that Tsunehito was watching him.
“You watched me skate.”
“Huh?” Hide-Zou turned from the now-spotless mirror. “Oh, yeah. I like watching the skaters when I’m on break. Especially you.” He gave Tsunehito an awkward smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. That sounded creepy. Really creepy. “I’d tell you that you skate beautifully, but you already know that.”
Tsunehito laughed softly. “I do, but I appreciate the compliment. Thank you.” He smoothed his sweat-slicked hair back then tilted his head. “I’ve noticed that you usually watch me when I’m practicing. Why?”
Hide-Zou hadn’t expected that. “Why not?” he set his cleaning bottle on the sink. “I like the way you skate since you make it look so easy. It’s interesting to watch you. Also, you’re from Yokohama like me so I guess that’s another reason. Mostly though, it’s because you’re so talented and I feel like you’ll do great things. Plus you’re cute.” The last part slipped out. Hide-Zou blushed then hid a grin behind his hand at the startled look on Tsunehito’s face. Clearly he hadn’t expected that.
The skater flushed then gave him a shy smile. “I… thank you. I guess I should let you get back to work now.”
“Sadly, not all of us have a glamorous life.” Hide-Zou wrinkled his nose as he resumed cleaning. He was seriously sick of cleaning up the rink and locker rooms. Tidying his room or assisting his mom with the cleaning was bad enough. Now he was required to clean to stay employed. It sucked. Think of the guitar, he reminded himself. His boss had at least mentioned putting him on registry duty soon. Then he’d just be taking people’s money for free skate or selling food at games. So much better than cleaning.
Tsunehito’s answering sigh startled him. “Once you peel away the glitter you’ll see that a figure skater’s life isn’t as glamorous as it looks.”
Hide-Zou turned to ask Tsunehito more. Too late; Tsunehito was already walking away. He frowned then returned to his job. Tsunehito had been born and raised in the skating industry. He would know better than anyone that it wasn’t as glorious as it seemed.
After that initial conversation, Tsunehito became more aware of Hide-Zou’s presence. They were often at the rink at the same time so if Tsunehito saw him when he wasn’t practicing, he would come over to chat. The conversations never lasted long since Hide-Zou was working and Tsunehito either had to get on the ice or had somewhere to be. But it was something, and Hide-Zou started looking forward to those few minutes. They were starting to learn more about each other. Compared to Tsunehito, Hide-Zou felt like his life was deadly dull.
Despite their frequent chats, it took about two weeks for them to get closer. A helping factor was Hide-Zou having to miss two days of work because he had the flu. His mom wanted him to take a third day off, but he’d complained about too many reductions from his paycheck. So she relented and let him go. Hide-Zou was determined to get his guitar and would work as much as he needed in order to buy it.
His boss had, fortunately, put him on registry duty today. So Hide-Zou got to stand or sit behind the desk and take people’s money. He was sitting down when a familiar figure stepped into the room.
“Hey, where have you been?” Tsunehito asked.
“Had the flu.”
Tsunehito wrinkled his nose in sympathy. “No wonder you look so pale.”
Hide-Zou smiled playfully. “Maybe I’m just trying to maintain my delicate complexion.” He wasn’t, but he wanted to see Tsunehito’s reaction to that.
That made the skater laugh. “Yeah, sure.” He set his skating bag down. He wore one of his usual training outfits of leggings and a t-shirt, although the t-shirt’s pattern of guitars caught Hide-Zou’s attention.
“Nice shirt.”
Tsunehito glanced down. “Thanks.”
“I started working here so I could buy a new guitar,” Hide-Zou blurted. Why was he saying this? “I want to be a musician. For that though, I need a high-quality guitar. Probably a better band too.” No offense to his bandmates. They just didn’t share his ambitions.
“You can play the guitar?”
Hide-Zou nodded. “I’ve been playing since I was eleven. So six years now. I try to practice daily.”
“Good luck with your band. I can play bass a little. I don’t have the time to improve my playing since I’m so busy with skating though.”
They talked about music until Tsunehito said he had to get on the ice. He paid Hide-Zou for the rink rental then turned to go. Hide-Zou sighed softly as he watched the skater head towards the door. It was easy to tell that Tsunehito was lonely. No wonder! He spent so much time training and competing. Then he still had school. He’d complained about a difficult test he hadn’t had the time to study for last week. Poor kid. It was difficult for athletes to have a social life—or any life—outside of their sport. Or studies if they were still in school.
“Hey, Tsunehito.”
The skater turned. “What?”
“I’ll give you my number. Text me whenever you want to chat, okay?”
Tsunehito smiled. “Sure.” He walked back to the desk and pulled an expensive looking phone out of his bag. They swapped phone numbers. “I really have to go now. My coach will kill me if I’m late.”
“We wouldn’t want that.”
Tsunehito just laughed then left the office.
* * *
That week, Hide-Zou came to the skating rink on his day off. By now, he had a feel for Tsunehito’s schedule so knew he would be here practicing. If Tsunehito had the time, Hide-Zou wanted to go out and do something with him. Get food, shop a little, or they could go to the guitar store so Hide-Zou could show Tsunehito his dream guitar.
Tsunehito was practicing when Hide-Zou arrived at the rink. He headed down the stairs to get closer as he watched Tsunehito move across the ice. Backwards skating then a spin, a triple axel jump… then the notoriously tricky quadruple axel. Hide-Zou took a seat in the first row to continue watching Tsunehito. He did a double take when he skated by and saw Hide-Zou there. Then smiled, raising his hand to wave. Hide-Zou waved back. He sat there for the remainder of Tsunehito’s practice session, wondering how Tsunehito could spin so rapidly without getting dizzy. Or falling over. He certainly wouldn’t be able to do it.
He could tell practice was over when Tsunehito skated to the other side of the rink to join a woman. His coach, Hide-Zou assumed. Tsunehito picked up a water bottle then gulped down the contents, nodding as she spoke to him. It was too far away to hear what they were saying. Hide-Zou hoped it was only good things. Tsunehito’s routine had looked incredible. Unsure of how long the conversation would last, Hide-Zou pulled his phone out of his pocket. He played phone games until he heard blades sliding across the ice in his direction.
Tsunehito stopped in front of him, resting his bare arms on the barrier. He wore a tank top and leggings today and his cheeks were flushed from the exercise. “Hey,” he said, brushing his damp hair back. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”
Hide-Zou grinned. “Nope. It’s my day off.”
Tsunehito’s eyes widened. “Really? What are you doing here then?”
“Looking for you. I know you’re busy, but do you want to go get something to eat? We could walk around afterwards. Do something outside the rink if you’re interested.”
Tsunehito hesitated for a moment then nodded. “I’d like that. Give me about ten minutes, I need to talk to my coach again and change.”
Hide-Zou nodded. “All right. I’ll wait outside, it’s freezing in here.” He made a face as he rubbed his arms.
Tsunehito chuckled. “Not when you’re skating for two hours straight.” He raised his arms above his head and did some horrific back-bending stretch that made Hide-Zou’s spine ache. Then he straightened. “I’ll meet you outside, okay?”
“I’ll be there.”
Hide-Zou played with his phone to pass the time as he waited for Tsunehito. He glanced up when Tsunehito, now wearing jeans and a hoodie with his skating bag slung over his shoulder, came up to him. “Hey. I’m assuming you’re hungry now?” He must have worked up an appetite during his practice.
Tsunehito nodded. “I am pretty hungry.”
“All right. Food first!” Hide-Zou started walking then stopped, turning to look Tsunehito over from head to toe. “…Are you on some sort of special, athletic diet? Because you’re pretty tiny.” Almost frail-looking. Which was worrying with the things he did on the ice.
Tsunehito gave him an amused look. “I eat healthy and work out. That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to eat junk food though. Let’s get McDonalds! I haven’t had fries in a month and I’m dying to eat some.”
Hide-Zou smirked. “Might as well break your diet in an epic way. There are McDonalds everywhere so if you don’t mind waiting a little longer, there’s one by the guitar shop I like. I want to show you the guitar I’m saving up for.” He itched to see the guitar again. Last night, he’d dreamt of playing it on stage. Waking up had sucked since he wasn’t a stage-worthy musician and also didn’t own the coveted guitar.
“I’d like to see that,” Tsunehito said.
“Me too.” Hide-Zou also wanted to see if the price had changed any. It was unlikely, but looking at the guitar again would give him an idea of how much more money he needed to save so he could buy it.
Tsunehito was practically bouncing once they reached McDonalds. “I’m so hungry,” he grumbled, rubbing his stomach.
Hide-Zou snickered. “Good thing we’re here then. I take it you already know what you’re getting?” He liked fast food as much as the next teenager. Like Tsunehito, he didn’t get to eat it much. For different reasons though. Hide-Zou’s parents were health nuts who constantly complained about the grease, the fat, blah blah etc.
“Mm,” Tsunehito nodded. “Fries and a cheeseburger.”
“Sounds good.” They entered the McDonalds and took their places in line. Once they had their food, they grabbed a booth. Tsunehito looked like he was in heaven as he took the first bite out of his cheeseburger. “Enjoying yourself?” Hide-Zou laughed, taking a drink from his melon soda.
Mouth full, Tsunehito could nod. He spoke up once he’d swallowed. “Yeah, it’s delicious.”
“You might need to skate for another two hours to burn off the calories from that hamburger,” Hide-Zou joked. “My parents would be jogging until they’d burned off every calorie.”
“Healthy parents?”
“Very. You should see the look on my mom’s face when I bring home junk food. She doesn’t even eat chocolate by the kilogram like most moms do.”
Tsunehito laughed at the description. “My mom doesn’t eat chocolate that much but she can’t say no to ice cream. She and Dad are pretty healthy otherwise though. And they always tell me to maintain a good exercise and diet regiment. But as I said,” he smirked as he ate some more fries, “everyone needs to break their diet sometimes.”
“I agree.” Hide-Zou took another bite out of his hamburger. “So I guess you’ve been skating since you were old enough to walk?”
“Since I was three.”
Hide-Zou suddenly felt lame. Tsunehito had been skating for twelve years. Playing guitar was the longest hobby Hide-Zou had ever maintained. “No wonder you’re so good.”
“It’s taken hours upon hours of practice,” Tsunehito said. “No one is just born with athletic talent. They have to work to improve on it. Same with you and your guitar, I guess.”
“Or your bass.”
Tsunehito smiled wryly. “I’m definitely not good at that though.”
“So what got you into playing bass anyway?” Hide-Zou asked, devouring some more fries while Tsunehito looked thoughtful.
“Two years ago, I landed badly on a triple axel. I fell in an awkward position and sprained my ankle but also slammed into the wall. Got a concussion from that,” he made a face. “My doctor ordered me to stay off the ice for three weeks. Since I wasn’t skating, I suddenly had a lot of free time.” Tsunehito paused to take another bite out of his cheeseburger. Hide-Zou nodded, eating some more while Tsunehito chewed. “I wanted to learn how to play guitar for a while so decided I might as well do it then. Mom bought me a bass guitar and found me a teacher. I practiced my playing since I couldn’t skate.” Tsunehito blew out a sigh as he raised his cup. “Like I said earlier, I wish I had the time to practice the bass more. I’d love to play better but the only way I’d get more practice time is if I hurt myself on the ice. With the Olympics and another competition coming up, I can’t afford an injury.”
Hide-Zou had a mouth full of fries so just nodded. He swallowed too quickly, grimaced, and rubbed his throat. “Sounds unpleasant but at least you had something to do when you couldn’t be on the ice.”
“Yeah.” Tsunehito brushed his hair back then reached for another fry, blinking as he realized he’d eaten them all.
Hide-Zou pushed his tray towards Tsunehito. “Here, have the rest of my fries. I can tell you need them more.”
He was surprised when Tsunehito blushed. “Thank you.” He happily ate the remaining fries. After finishing their meals, they wiped the grease off their fingers and threw out the trash. “So… you were going to show me your ideal guitar?”
“Yeah. The shop is just down the street.” Hide-Zou grabbed Tsunehito’s skating bag and hoisted it over his shoulder, smirking at the look of wide-eyed surprise on the younger boy’s face. “Come on, let me be gentlemanly and carry your bag.”
Tsunehito glowered at him. “I’m not a damsel in distress. Besides, I bet I can lift more weight than you at the gym.”
Hide-Zou playfully dodged when Tsunehito reached for the bag. “You’re on, shorty.”
“Shorty?!” Tsunehito’s voice cracked in outrage, making Hide-Zou laugh. Oh it’d been a good idea to take Tsunehito out today. He could tell the skater was enjoying himself despite the teasing.
* * *
Hide-Zou started awake as his phone buzzed. He sat up then groaned as he realized he’d drooled on his math book. Fuck. Well, it was so boring it was no wonder it’d put him to sleep. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes then picked up his phone. It was almost 02:00 and he’d just received a text from Tsunehito.
Sorry for the late text. Are you busy on Saturday? I… have a skating competition then. I’d like you to come. If you want.
Another text followed. You don’t have to. You’d probably be bored. Or blinded by the glitter. Mom picked my costume. I look like a disco ball barfed on a red and black costume.
Hide-Zou yawned, reading over the messages again. Tsunehito was usually a confident person. He must be a bundle of nerves if he was babbling about the competition at this hour. Of course I’ll come.
Thank you. Were you asleep?
Mm. fell asleep on my math book. Might’ve drowned in drool if it hadn’t been for your text. You saved me.
…That’s disgusting.
Hide-Zou grinned. I know. But you seem stressed so I wanted to make you laugh. Can’t sleep?
No. I always think I can handle the pressure of competing but I get anxious a few days before the event. Nervous, shaky. Can’t sleep.
Hide-Zou frowned. He was glad that he’d befriended Tsunehito. The skater could talk to him when he was stressed or anxious. Before, would Tsunehito have had anyone to talk to about this? Hide-Zou didn’t know. You’re going to skate amazingly like you always do. Should I wear my I <3 Tsune badge?
…I’m not sure I want to imagine that.
Or maybe a No. 1 Tsune fan t-shirt.
…Please don’t do that.
Hide-Zou pressed his hand against his mouth to muffle his laughter. He could just imagine Tsunehito grimacing at his phone. The visual was adorable. Like Tsunehito himself, although he made grumpy faces when told he was cute. Hide-Zou quickly texted back. Okay, I lied. I don't have any of those.
I’d be afraid if you did.
Just a giant flag with your face on it.
……
That was a lie too.
Zou. Go to bed.
Hide-Zou turned off his desk light, stretching as he migrated over to his bed. Once he was under the covers, he texted back. You should do the same.
I’m in bed. I just can’t sleep.
Read something really boring? Maybe a textbook. Mine was so thrilling it knocked me out. He probably wouldn’t do too well on that test. Oh well. Hide-Zou wasn’t interested in going on to university anyway.
I guess I’ll try. Go back to sleep.
Will do. Good night.
Good night.
Hide-Zou half expected more texts, but didn’t receive any. Tsunehito was probably leaving him alone so he could sleep. Hide-Zou shifted into a more comfortable position. He’d have to text Tsunehito in the morning to see if he ever managed to sleep again.
Upon waking up, Hide-Zou texted his friend. There was no answer so he assumed Tsunehito was still asleep. Or busy? He could be showering. Shrugging, Hide-Zou put the matter out of his mind as he set about getting ready for school. He checked his phone when he had a break between classes and frowned when there was still no response to his text. By now, he’d been friends with Tsunehito for about two months. He was used to Tsunehito taking a while to respond to texts since he had a busy life. Still, he usually responded quickly when he had an upcoming competition. So Hide-Zou sent him a quick text asking if he was busy today. Then another asking if he wanted to meet up later.
By the end of the school day, Tsunehito still hadn’t answered his texts. Hide-Zou was a little worried about him. Even though he knew he shouldn’t be. Tsunehito was probably skating or his phone was dead. And if he fussed any more, Hide-Zou might turn into his sister who was distraught when her friends didn’t respond to her texts within an hour. Something Hide-Zou enjoyed teasing her about.
Sighing, he decided to put the matter out of his mind. He knew Tsunehito had a busy life and their schedules didn’t always match up for talking. His best bet of hearing from Tsunehito today was during his shift at the skating rink. Given Saturday’s competition, it was likely that Tsunehito’s coach had him on the ice for extra hours to make sure his routine could be executed flawlessly. His knowledge of Tsunehito’s rigorous schedule made Hide-Zou grateful that he’d never pursued a career as a professional athlete.
Hide-Zou arrived at the skating rink just as Tsunehito and his coach were leaving. “Tsune!” he called, running up to the pair. He noticed his coach’s expression darkening in displeasure but ignored her. Tsunehito was his priority right now. The skater froze as Hide-Zou approached. He wore a jacket over his training clothes and had his familiar skating bag slung over his shoulder. Tsunehito cast his coach an anxious look before turning to Hide-Zou.
“Hey,” he said softly.
Tsunehito’s coach laid her hand on his shoulder. “We should go.”
“I’ll just be a few minutes.”
She hesitated then nodded, even though she didn’t look happy. “All right. Don’t let yourself get too distracted. You skated well today, but you and I know all too well what happens when you lose your focus.”
Hide-Zou started to worry again as Tsunehito murmured an agreement. It was rare to see the skater so… meek. He watched the coach walk away before fixing his gaze on Tsunehito again. “Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you all day. Did you have a fight with your coach or something?”
Tsunehito lowered his gaze. “I’m sorry. It’s… there’s…” he sighed as he struggled with the words. “A lot has happened today. My coach said she needed to talk to me and she wanted my parents to be there too. We met at my house and they,” he swallowed, “they said I’m not myself. I’m not as focused as I usually am, I’m not executing my routines as well as I should, that I don’t seem as committed to skating, and that there’s something missing from my routines. You heard my coach warning me about distractions. She and my parents think… they think you’re a distraction. That I’m focusing too much on you instead of skating.”
Hide-Zou did a double take. “What?” He thought he was helping Tsunehito by being his friend! Now he was some distraction that was getting in the way of Tsunehito’s career? That hurt.
The skater looked at him with eyes full of remorse. “Mom says you’re one big distraction. They keep telling me that I can’t afford distractions at this stage in my life. I’m going to the Youth Olympics; my performance there is practice for the winter Olympics in two years. Then with the competition on Saturday…” he sighed, biting his lip. “I-I think they might be right, Zou. I’ve used time I could be training to hang out with you instead. I look for you when I’m practicing because I like having you watch me skate. When you’re there, I skate better because I want to perform well for you. I don’t want to disappoint you. I’ve never felt this way for anyone besides my coach and my parents. Now I-”
Hide-Zou closed his eyes. “Tsune, stop. I’m not some ‘distraction’ that’s getting in the way of your life. I’m your friend. Someone you can spend time with when you need a break from skating, someone you can talk to when you’re stressed.” Tsunehito’s misery was equally as upsetting as his manipulative coach and parents. Did they want Tsunehito to isolate himself and focus only on skating and training? That was absurd. No one was that dedicated. “I know I’m the only real friend you have so don't let your parents and your coach force me out of your life.”
“You are,” Tsunehito whispered. “And I don’t want to lose you. But I can’t… I can’t afford to be distracted.” He sighed as he dragged his hands down his face. “Mom’s confiscated my phone for the rest of the week. She says I can’t afford to become any more sidetracked from the competition. So I don’t know if I’ll be able to talk to or see you again this week.” He sighed again as he faced Hide-Zou. “I guess I’ll just have to skate as best as I possibly can this week. Show them that I can keep you in my life and skate. I never thought we’d end up so close… but I really like having you here. I can be a normal teenager with you, something I’d almost forgotten how to be.” He rocked back on his heels. “You remember how I said that I’ve lost contact with all my old friends?”
Hide-Zou nodded. “I remember.”
“You’re the only friend that made an effort to get close to me. Despite my schedule and how busy I am, you still want to stay in my life. And I want you to be a part of it. I guess… I just… I got too dependent on you.”
Hide-Zou hesitated then hugged Tsunehito. The smaller body tensed in his arms for a moment. Then Tsunehito sagged against him as he returned the embrace. “It’s okay,” he said. “You do your thing and I’ll keep saving for my guitar.” He stepped back, glowering at the rink. “I’ll hear about the competition on the news, I guess. Maybe your dictator parents will let you have your phone back after it. Then you can text me again.”
Tsunehito grimaced. “Maybe.” He sighed then hugged Hide-Zou again. “I’m really sorry about this.”
“It isn’t your fault.” Hide-Zou was adamant about that. He rubbed Tsunehito’s back then gently pushed him out to arms length. “I bet your coach is giving me the evil eye so I’ll let you go. Good luck on Saturday… text me when you’re able to.”
Tsunehito nodded. “Thank you. I will.” He waved then walked away. Hide-Zou watched him go, still stunned that the skater’s coach and parents thought of him as some unwanted distraction.
Notes
1) There is a Youth Olympics but the winter games first began in 2012. Not the time-period this fic is set so that's where the reality bending warning comes from
2) "Behind the Glitter" is the prequel to "When Nightmares Become Reality" where Tsunehito meets Asagi.
3) Tsunehito's parents aren't always the nicest people. They're very strict which will come into play later in this story.
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Date: 2014-02-17 12:05 pm (UTC)Good job. I'll be keeping my eye on this. I really enjoyed your characterisations and dialogue.
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Date: 2014-02-17 02:09 pm (UTC)Thank you :) I'm glad you enjoyed them
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Date: 2014-02-17 12:49 pm (UTC)Good fic :) i want to read more about tsune and hide :)
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Date: 2014-02-17 02:10 pm (UTC)Thank you :) They're my most active muses right now so they won't be happy until I've written more with them
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Date: 2014-02-18 12:38 pm (UTC)I'm hoping to do some writing tonight
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Date: 2014-02-17 06:52 pm (UTC)I feel so bad for Tsune. So much pressure and loneliness. He finally finds a friend in Zou and now he has to turn his back on it so to speak because Zou is a 'distraction he can ill afford' and I love how Hide-Zou gets angry instead of feeling rejected or taking it personally and that he directs his anger towards the proper people and not Tsune.
Can't wait for the next chapter. Yay for Tsune and Zou <3
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Date: 2014-02-18 12:40 pm (UTC)I know, he has a tough life. Hide-Zou is pissed that Tsune's parents and coach are being so manipulative. He fights to stay in Tsune's life since he knows Tsune needs a friend
Meant to work on them yesterday but other muses distracted me. Yay for them indeed :)
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Date: 2014-02-18 11:24 pm (UTC)