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It was always a bad sign when one’s work bled over into the rest of one’s life, Ueda thought as he watched Kamenashi and Akanishi icily ignore each other on the tape of the day’s television appearances. Even the hosts noticed; one of the comedians on SAY! SAY! SAY! asked if Kamenashi hadn’t yet heard that Akanishi was back from his hiatus in America. The tape showed five of them, including Kamenashi, laughing along only slightly stiffly. Akanishi managed a perfunctory smile and nothing else. Considering the six months he’d supposedly taken off to learn English in America had actually been spent in a regenerative cryotube, it wasn’t particularly surprising.
No one said anything for a few moments after the tape had ended.
"Well," Nakamaru said uneasily. "That went... okay." Taguchi, not so subtly eyeing the game controller cord snaking temptingly from under the massive briefing flat-screen, smiled absently and agreeably.
Koki snorted loudly.
Nakamaru was too even-tempered to take the bait but Kamenashi wasn't. "I'm sorry," he said, all smiling politeness, "I couldn't hear you, Koki, what was that?"
Koki rolled his eyes and made a derisive sound under his breath. Kamenashi’s lips pressed into a thin line.
Akanishi, who was sprawled sullenly on the couch in the back of the room, continued to pretend he hadn't heard a thing.
Nakamaru tried again. "Maybe we should talk about our mission instead," he said. "Has anyone gotten any more intelligence on the identities of the – " he paused to consult a sheaf of paper – "Rainbow Storm Rangers?" His brow wrinkled. "Is that really their name?"
"It's better than cartoon," Koki couldn't help contributing, to which Kamenashi replied tightly, "It's KAT-TUN, for our names – "
He stopped talking so abruptly it was as if he'd never started when Akanishi stood up. Akanishi took as much notice of Kamenashi – of the rest of them, for that matter – as he had on television as he sauntered across the room, hands jammed in his pockets, an image entirely negated by the tension radiating from his shoulders. Akanishi had never been aware of how much he gave away through body language.
"Akanishi," Nakamaru began.
"Pi needs an upgrade," Akanishi said without turning around and disappeared through the door.
Not for the first time, Ueda began to consider developing some sort of contingency plan.
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Date: 2008-07-03 07:42 pm (UTC)It was always a bad sign when one’s work bled over into the rest of one’s life, Ueda thought as he watched Kamenashi and Akanishi icily ignore each other on the tape of the day’s television appearances. Even the hosts noticed; one of the comedians on SAY! SAY! SAY! asked if Kamenashi hadn’t yet heard that Akanishi was back from his hiatus in America. The tape showed five of them, including Kamenashi, laughing along only slightly stiffly. Akanishi managed a perfunctory smile and nothing else. Considering the six months he’d supposedly taken off to learn English in America had actually been spent in a regenerative cryotube, it wasn’t particularly surprising.
No one said anything for a few moments after the tape had ended.
"Well," Nakamaru said uneasily. "That went... okay." Taguchi, not so subtly eyeing the game controller cord snaking temptingly from under the massive briefing flat-screen, smiled absently and agreeably.
Koki snorted loudly.
Nakamaru was too even-tempered to take the bait but Kamenashi wasn't. "I'm sorry," he said, all smiling politeness, "I couldn't hear you, Koki, what was that?"
Koki rolled his eyes and made a derisive sound under his breath. Kamenashi’s lips pressed into a thin line.
Akanishi, who was sprawled sullenly on the couch in the back of the room, continued to pretend he hadn't heard a thing.
Nakamaru tried again. "Maybe we should talk about our mission instead," he said. "Has anyone gotten any more intelligence on the identities of the – " he paused to consult a sheaf of paper – "Rainbow Storm Rangers?" His brow wrinkled. "Is that really their name?"
"It's better than cartoon," Koki couldn't help contributing, to which Kamenashi replied tightly, "It's KAT-TUN, for our names – "
He stopped talking so abruptly it was as if he'd never started when Akanishi stood up. Akanishi took as much notice of Kamenashi – of the rest of them, for that matter – as he had on television as he sauntered across the room, hands jammed in his pockets, an image entirely negated by the tension radiating from his shoulders. Akanishi had never been aware of how much he gave away through body language.
"Akanishi," Nakamaru began.
"Pi needs an upgrade," Akanishi said without turning around and disappeared through the door.
Not for the first time, Ueda began to consider developing some sort of contingency plan.