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jewelledhourstitle : life and his perfect world
chapter : (1) the aftermath of a death
pairings : none, massu-centric, gen-NEWS
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binmusic
rating : pg-13
words : 2470
summary : massu dies and finds himself in a world not so unlike the one he used to belong to.
a/n : based on the gorgeous novel ♥, the lovely bones by alice sebold, this is my attempt at death!fic. Also inspired by Wristcutters : A love story which is a fantastic movie. It's mostly AU and obviously there's character death involved here but this definitely isn't an angst piece or a sad one. I'm not sure what it is exactly rofl. And before you start to think I have a thing for killing off NEWS members, I had this fic in the works long before I did the Ryo/Shige one. This is also going to be my second multi-chap fic, although it could constitute as a one-shot, just split into parts. Dedicated in part totrivialaffair , to whom I promised I'd try and finish this fic for. Comments and critiques greatly appreciated ♥
He dies on a warm summer afternoon with little breeze. It had been a humid day, the air heavy with rain that refused to fall and hazy from the bright sun. A hit-and-run they say it was, the poor boy didn't have much of a chance at all, the delivery truck hadn't braked in time and at the corner he stood, bag of lunch in one hand and cup of coffee in the other. By the time help had come, he was already gone, donburi more than cold and coffee cup overturned in his outstretched hand.
"Hey isn't he a singer or something?" someone in the crowd murmurs, "Think so, I've seen him on my granddaughter's walls," another replies, "He must be somebody famous then."
Mausda Takahisa, they find out the next day in the papers, headline in bold black print and pictures of a sheet covered body pasted everywhere next to a smiling photo of him alive. Masuda Takahisa, 22 and an idol in Johnny's Entertainment and member of popular boyband NEWS, killed in a tragic traffic accident, culprit yet to be found.
And elsewhere, Masuda Takahisa, floppy hair and wide eyes, finds himself sitting on a rickety lawn chair and peering into a pond of sorts. He's told it's a metaporhical looking glass into the other world he used to belong to and he's also told he's dead.
It takes two hours for Massu to become accustomed to not being alive, it's a relatively easy feat. Life and death isn't all too different he finds, his big toe on his right still itches when he walks for too long and he still sweats excessively after a quick jog around the block. There's still that wheezing sound in his lungs when he coughs, leftover from a cold he hadn't fully recovered from yet. Massu still gets hunger pangs and cravings for juicy gyozas hot off the stove. And after knocking back three bottles of beer at the makeshift bar down the street, he finds that he's still got a full bladder and needs to pee.
But as always there are catches, things he can no longer do. Here he finds it difficult to feel. Tripping on a crack in the sidewalk, he falls down, banging his bare knees against the granite, but there's no blood, no pain, just a sharp barely there pinprick and minor discomfort before it's gone.
He's told the second day that there's no smiling here either. Not that it's not allowed, just that it doesn't happen. People don't smile or laugh, and they don't cry. Emotion doesn't exist for them here. This is the life of sorts they have, and the basics of their world remain the same, but they're still dead and feeling is a part of living they don't get to keep.
Massu takes to sitting on his chair, it's his because it belongs to him, as does the house behind him and the piece of land its on too. Everyone's assigned a house and they're all assigned a person that'll help them with their "new life," so to speak. Massu finds the support nice but unnecessary, he tells them that he's really okay here, he knows he's dead and while he wishes he weren't, he's not misguided or distressed. He finds it funny really, therapists and depression in this life after death, the worry for his mental health when, well he's dead.
He meets his neighbors when they invite over for dinner one night. They're a nice couple, fairly young and Japanese, they died in a freak accident involving a derailed train that had hit the side of their house. Death was instantaneous they say, pointing at their matching death certificates that hang side by side on the living room wall as if they were pictures, framed and mounted.
Massu finds his own death certificate in the closet, full name and death date written in a scrawl that reminds him of his old high school teacher's. There's an empty space next to cause of death and if he looks carefully, he can see the faint outline what appears to be a name, as if it were written in pencil and carefully erased.
They serve him a nice meal of pasta with meatballs, swedish style. Eating is another part of life here that Massu knows will take more time to get used to. The food isn't exactly bland, but it reminds him a bit of cardboard, lacking of flavor and always just a bit off and no matter how much he eats, Massu finds he's still hungry. It takes him a few days to figure out that eating here isn't about satisfying his appetite, but more like a motion of their previous life they've retained and therefore do.
While on his orientation tour, Massu finds familiar faces in the crowds of people. There's the girl in the coffee shop that he swears is a NEWS fan, he's heard her humming Summertime under her breath once but by the time he had caught on, she'd long stopped. Then there is the little girl in the pink gingham dress two houses down from his who keeps giving him a peace sign and a wink when he sees her. It strikes him three days later that the girl is the spitting image of his cousin in Tokyo. He knocks on their door a day later to find his cousin holding a plate of gyoza and a "What took you so long?"
There's so much to occupy his time that he doesn't even look in the pond until his seventh day up there, or below, there's no map to tell him where he is exactly and even if there was, he's not sure this place would exist on it. And it would happen that the first thing Massu sees is his own funeral.
It reminds Massu of his uncle's funeral, the one he attended when he was only seven, mind too curious and hands so eager that he had wandered off by himself and fallen into the shallow grave dug for his uncle's coffin. He remembers crying for an hour before he's discovered, and remembers the fear of being buried alive before learning how to swim and getting the chance to eat some of the cake his mother baked that morning.
Now he watches as his former bandmates file in one by one, Yamapi leading the way in a sharply pressed black suit and silk tie, identical to the ones the others following him donned. Massu bites his lip and fights the urge to laugh at the thought of the Jimusho issuing the boys matching outfits as funeral wear. He wonders if they'll get to keep them afterwards or if it'll be re-cycled and passed down to the Juniors like all their other costumes. He shakes his head at the thought and picks randomly at the scab of dead skin on his knee.
Halfway through Massu leaves to get some lunch, a nice ham and cheese sandwich on fresh rye bread the elderly grandmother across the street had given him that morning. He chews and swallows with much gusto, glancing from time to time at his funeral scene as if he's catching up on a drama serial with one hand on the fast forward.
The funeral is a rather quiet one and it surprises him. It's private, closed to the general public and only a small gathering of his family and close friends are allowed in. Massu isn't sure what he had expected because frankly one doesn't dream of their funerals like they do of their weddings. But in the very least he thinks he expected bright lights, cameramen or media of some kind and there's an apparent lack of any. The lone electronic device belongs to his younger cousin who's got in gripped tightly in his steady hand. He's a budding film maker, or so he likes to think and Massu doesn't really mind the videotaping, he's used to it after all, and besides, what's there to be shy about in death.
Massu hears the whispering of the reporters gathered outside the venue, gossiping and betting about which one of them would get the money shot of his dead self. He's heard and seen the pricing for a simple still photograph of the closed funeral and it's ridiculous because Massu thinks with that amount of money, you should be able to buy a couple of houses and feed nations, not a picture of Massu in an urn.
The funeral ends with little fanfare, and there's the regular hoard of news crews waiting outside for the now five membered idol group to make a statement. Yamapi manages a few well-rehearsed, mostly robotic words before choking up over the words dead and Massu. Koyama lets out a wet gasp that's stifled by Ryo clearing his throat as a sign of the end of their public announcements.
Shige steers Koyama away with a hand resting against his back and Pi follows, arm clenched tight at his sides. Tegoshi waits for Ryo with swollen eyes and it strikes Massu just how young his so called other half is. He watches as Ryo murmurs, low into Tegoshi's ear, that he needs to move now.
Massu notes the worn around the edges look they all have and the darkness that seems to follow them. There's an echo of what resembles sadness he senses. Massu can feel the ghosting clench of his already still heart and he gets up after that, walking away and wondering for the first time why, if he's dead, he still has to live like this.
Massu spends most of his time outside, taking jogs around the nearby park and even babysitting twice for the single mother across the street (cause of death being electrical fire). Soon he gets offered a full-time job as a bartender in the newly opened club owned by the just murdered heir of a textile millionaire.
He figures out that the town works on schedules, and that there's a time for everything. The local diner three blocks down serves breakfast promptly at seven-thirty, lunch from twelve to two and dinner starting at six until nine. It's not that the diner closes afterwards, it doesn't, but people don't go in and it remains empty until the designated times. Massu's new job isn't quite the same.
For one, it's the only establishment that remains open all day long. His new boss tells him "it's time someone shook things up here," and decides on operating a club that never closes. Massu works the six hour shift starting from six pm to twelve midnight. He can tell that Hiro, his boss, figures he'd draw in a crowd of followers since he's an ex-idol and all. Massu doesn't have the heart to tell him (really, he doesn't have one) that half the neighborhood aren't the clubbing type and that he isn't sure how his ex-idol status will draw in people, it's not as if fanservice will be of use, and plus he doesn't have anyone to fanservice with.
In his first week, Massu manages to break a shipment of imported and therefore expensive vodka, on top of dropping about two dozen faux-frosted beer glasses. He gets trained in his off-time on how to differentiate between malt liquor, schnapps (which come in different flavors by the way), whisky, gin and firewater. Massu's not a slow learner and by his second week he's actually serving up drinks and not just taking down orders for them.
Massu's also develops a flair for performing, which frankly shouldn't be all too surprising. He doesn't dance much anymore, and if he does it's never anything NEWS-related, he's always reminded of that one time he'd peeked in on them rehearsing for their first public performance sans him. And no matter how many times he tells himself it's over and done with, he can't help but note the empty space that's continually left instinctively by Tegoshi and Yamapi for him during Weeeek.
By his third week at the job, Massu's learned the names of his more frequent customers, or rather he knows them by the drink they'll order. He develops nicknames in his head for each of them. Massu figures out early on another difference between wherever he is now and the living world. The body always carries a trace of death depending entirely on how one died.
Take for example the young Japanese woman who orders a three-mile long island ice tea every tuesday and friday night. The dark blue-green bruising around her neck tells Massu that she had hung herself, and with a rather thick rope at that. Massu's pretty sure it hadn't been successful at first, perhaps she'd fallen from the chair and failed because there are telling x marks etched deeply on her wrists that tell him she might've died from other means.
After that it becomes easy for Massu to pair not the faces, but the causes of death with the drinks they order. The bloated middle-aged drowner gets the Algonquin (blend of whisky, pineapple juice and dry vermouth), the Double Jack (simple mix of two Jacks, Daniels and Yukon) belongs to a young man with a hole in his heart and there's a pretty twenty-something year old woman with bright pink hair and four stab slots in her back that orders a Fuzznutts, in homage to "that fucking asshole."
Massu likes her, she's funny and despite all her cursing, is a warm person. The fourth time she stops by, she offers to take off her shirt and let him stick a knife into the slots, if he can find a matching one, she promises to cook him dinner every night for a month. He's still yet to find the right one his third month there.
He finds time on his Wednesday off to settle into his lawn chair and thumbs his remote, clicking randomly on number thirteen which he knows will lead him to NEWS' rehearsal room. He hasn't touched buttons four or seven which would take him to his parent's house and his older sister's place. Fifteen he's pressed a couple of times, and he finds that watching Ryo with his Kanjani8 groupmates never fails to make him feel a bit warmer in the cool autumn weather.
On a whim, Massu clicks on button one and waits for the water to clear. He finds all his former bandmates standing in front of his grave, heads bowed and arms tucked against one another's. Tegoshi is first to lift his head and he's the one who starts them off. It only takes four notes for Massu to recognize the tune as Hoshi wo Mezashite. And seven notes later, Massu finds himself, for the first time since his death and arrival, singing.
chapter : (1) the aftermath of a death
pairings : none, massu-centric, gen-NEWS
author :
binmusic rating : pg-13
words : 2470
summary : massu dies and finds himself in a world not so unlike the one he used to belong to.
a/n : based on the gorgeous novel ♥, the lovely bones by alice sebold, this is my attempt at death!fic. Also inspired by Wristcutters : A love story which is a fantastic movie. It's mostly AU and obviously there's character death involved here but this definitely isn't an angst piece or a sad one. I'm not sure what it is exactly rofl. And before you start to think I have a thing for killing off NEWS members, I had this fic in the works long before I did the Ryo/Shige one. This is also going to be my second multi-chap fic, although it could constitute as a one-shot, just split into parts. Dedicated in part to
trivialaffair , to whom I promised I'd try and finish this fic for. Comments and critiques greatly appreciated ♥He dies on a warm summer afternoon with little breeze. It had been a humid day, the air heavy with rain that refused to fall and hazy from the bright sun. A hit-and-run they say it was, the poor boy didn't have much of a chance at all, the delivery truck hadn't braked in time and at the corner he stood, bag of lunch in one hand and cup of coffee in the other. By the time help had come, he was already gone, donburi more than cold and coffee cup overturned in his outstretched hand.
"Hey isn't he a singer or something?" someone in the crowd murmurs, "Think so, I've seen him on my granddaughter's walls," another replies, "He must be somebody famous then."
Mausda Takahisa, they find out the next day in the papers, headline in bold black print and pictures of a sheet covered body pasted everywhere next to a smiling photo of him alive. Masuda Takahisa, 22 and an idol in Johnny's Entertainment and member of popular boyband NEWS, killed in a tragic traffic accident, culprit yet to be found.
And elsewhere, Masuda Takahisa, floppy hair and wide eyes, finds himself sitting on a rickety lawn chair and peering into a pond of sorts. He's told it's a metaporhical looking glass into the other world he used to belong to and he's also told he's dead.
It takes two hours for Massu to become accustomed to not being alive, it's a relatively easy feat. Life and death isn't all too different he finds, his big toe on his right still itches when he walks for too long and he still sweats excessively after a quick jog around the block. There's still that wheezing sound in his lungs when he coughs, leftover from a cold he hadn't fully recovered from yet. Massu still gets hunger pangs and cravings for juicy gyozas hot off the stove. And after knocking back three bottles of beer at the makeshift bar down the street, he finds that he's still got a full bladder and needs to pee.
But as always there are catches, things he can no longer do. Here he finds it difficult to feel. Tripping on a crack in the sidewalk, he falls down, banging his bare knees against the granite, but there's no blood, no pain, just a sharp barely there pinprick and minor discomfort before it's gone.
He's told the second day that there's no smiling here either. Not that it's not allowed, just that it doesn't happen. People don't smile or laugh, and they don't cry. Emotion doesn't exist for them here. This is the life of sorts they have, and the basics of their world remain the same, but they're still dead and feeling is a part of living they don't get to keep.
Massu takes to sitting on his chair, it's his because it belongs to him, as does the house behind him and the piece of land its on too. Everyone's assigned a house and they're all assigned a person that'll help them with their "new life," so to speak. Massu finds the support nice but unnecessary, he tells them that he's really okay here, he knows he's dead and while he wishes he weren't, he's not misguided or distressed. He finds it funny really, therapists and depression in this life after death, the worry for his mental health when, well he's dead.
He meets his neighbors when they invite over for dinner one night. They're a nice couple, fairly young and Japanese, they died in a freak accident involving a derailed train that had hit the side of their house. Death was instantaneous they say, pointing at their matching death certificates that hang side by side on the living room wall as if they were pictures, framed and mounted.
Massu finds his own death certificate in the closet, full name and death date written in a scrawl that reminds him of his old high school teacher's. There's an empty space next to cause of death and if he looks carefully, he can see the faint outline what appears to be a name, as if it were written in pencil and carefully erased.
They serve him a nice meal of pasta with meatballs, swedish style. Eating is another part of life here that Massu knows will take more time to get used to. The food isn't exactly bland, but it reminds him a bit of cardboard, lacking of flavor and always just a bit off and no matter how much he eats, Massu finds he's still hungry. It takes him a few days to figure out that eating here isn't about satisfying his appetite, but more like a motion of their previous life they've retained and therefore do.
While on his orientation tour, Massu finds familiar faces in the crowds of people. There's the girl in the coffee shop that he swears is a NEWS fan, he's heard her humming Summertime under her breath once but by the time he had caught on, she'd long stopped. Then there is the little girl in the pink gingham dress two houses down from his who keeps giving him a peace sign and a wink when he sees her. It strikes him three days later that the girl is the spitting image of his cousin in Tokyo. He knocks on their door a day later to find his cousin holding a plate of gyoza and a "What took you so long?"
There's so much to occupy his time that he doesn't even look in the pond until his seventh day up there, or below, there's no map to tell him where he is exactly and even if there was, he's not sure this place would exist on it. And it would happen that the first thing Massu sees is his own funeral.
It reminds Massu of his uncle's funeral, the one he attended when he was only seven, mind too curious and hands so eager that he had wandered off by himself and fallen into the shallow grave dug for his uncle's coffin. He remembers crying for an hour before he's discovered, and remembers the fear of being buried alive before learning how to swim and getting the chance to eat some of the cake his mother baked that morning.
Now he watches as his former bandmates file in one by one, Yamapi leading the way in a sharply pressed black suit and silk tie, identical to the ones the others following him donned. Massu bites his lip and fights the urge to laugh at the thought of the Jimusho issuing the boys matching outfits as funeral wear. He wonders if they'll get to keep them afterwards or if it'll be re-cycled and passed down to the Juniors like all their other costumes. He shakes his head at the thought and picks randomly at the scab of dead skin on his knee.
Halfway through Massu leaves to get some lunch, a nice ham and cheese sandwich on fresh rye bread the elderly grandmother across the street had given him that morning. He chews and swallows with much gusto, glancing from time to time at his funeral scene as if he's catching up on a drama serial with one hand on the fast forward.
The funeral is a rather quiet one and it surprises him. It's private, closed to the general public and only a small gathering of his family and close friends are allowed in. Massu isn't sure what he had expected because frankly one doesn't dream of their funerals like they do of their weddings. But in the very least he thinks he expected bright lights, cameramen or media of some kind and there's an apparent lack of any. The lone electronic device belongs to his younger cousin who's got in gripped tightly in his steady hand. He's a budding film maker, or so he likes to think and Massu doesn't really mind the videotaping, he's used to it after all, and besides, what's there to be shy about in death.
Massu hears the whispering of the reporters gathered outside the venue, gossiping and betting about which one of them would get the money shot of his dead self. He's heard and seen the pricing for a simple still photograph of the closed funeral and it's ridiculous because Massu thinks with that amount of money, you should be able to buy a couple of houses and feed nations, not a picture of Massu in an urn.
The funeral ends with little fanfare, and there's the regular hoard of news crews waiting outside for the now five membered idol group to make a statement. Yamapi manages a few well-rehearsed, mostly robotic words before choking up over the words dead and Massu. Koyama lets out a wet gasp that's stifled by Ryo clearing his throat as a sign of the end of their public announcements.
Shige steers Koyama away with a hand resting against his back and Pi follows, arm clenched tight at his sides. Tegoshi waits for Ryo with swollen eyes and it strikes Massu just how young his so called other half is. He watches as Ryo murmurs, low into Tegoshi's ear, that he needs to move now.
Massu notes the worn around the edges look they all have and the darkness that seems to follow them. There's an echo of what resembles sadness he senses. Massu can feel the ghosting clench of his already still heart and he gets up after that, walking away and wondering for the first time why, if he's dead, he still has to live like this.
Massu spends most of his time outside, taking jogs around the nearby park and even babysitting twice for the single mother across the street (cause of death being electrical fire). Soon he gets offered a full-time job as a bartender in the newly opened club owned by the just murdered heir of a textile millionaire.
He figures out that the town works on schedules, and that there's a time for everything. The local diner three blocks down serves breakfast promptly at seven-thirty, lunch from twelve to two and dinner starting at six until nine. It's not that the diner closes afterwards, it doesn't, but people don't go in and it remains empty until the designated times. Massu's new job isn't quite the same.
For one, it's the only establishment that remains open all day long. His new boss tells him "it's time someone shook things up here," and decides on operating a club that never closes. Massu works the six hour shift starting from six pm to twelve midnight. He can tell that Hiro, his boss, figures he'd draw in a crowd of followers since he's an ex-idol and all. Massu doesn't have the heart to tell him (really, he doesn't have one) that half the neighborhood aren't the clubbing type and that he isn't sure how his ex-idol status will draw in people, it's not as if fanservice will be of use, and plus he doesn't have anyone to fanservice with.
In his first week, Massu manages to break a shipment of imported and therefore expensive vodka, on top of dropping about two dozen faux-frosted beer glasses. He gets trained in his off-time on how to differentiate between malt liquor, schnapps (which come in different flavors by the way), whisky, gin and firewater. Massu's not a slow learner and by his second week he's actually serving up drinks and not just taking down orders for them.
Massu's also develops a flair for performing, which frankly shouldn't be all too surprising. He doesn't dance much anymore, and if he does it's never anything NEWS-related, he's always reminded of that one time he'd peeked in on them rehearsing for their first public performance sans him. And no matter how many times he tells himself it's over and done with, he can't help but note the empty space that's continually left instinctively by Tegoshi and Yamapi for him during Weeeek.
By his third week at the job, Massu's learned the names of his more frequent customers, or rather he knows them by the drink they'll order. He develops nicknames in his head for each of them. Massu figures out early on another difference between wherever he is now and the living world. The body always carries a trace of death depending entirely on how one died.
Take for example the young Japanese woman who orders a three-mile long island ice tea every tuesday and friday night. The dark blue-green bruising around her neck tells Massu that she had hung herself, and with a rather thick rope at that. Massu's pretty sure it hadn't been successful at first, perhaps she'd fallen from the chair and failed because there are telling x marks etched deeply on her wrists that tell him she might've died from other means.
After that it becomes easy for Massu to pair not the faces, but the causes of death with the drinks they order. The bloated middle-aged drowner gets the Algonquin (blend of whisky, pineapple juice and dry vermouth), the Double Jack (simple mix of two Jacks, Daniels and Yukon) belongs to a young man with a hole in his heart and there's a pretty twenty-something year old woman with bright pink hair and four stab slots in her back that orders a Fuzznutts, in homage to "that fucking asshole."
Massu likes her, she's funny and despite all her cursing, is a warm person. The fourth time she stops by, she offers to take off her shirt and let him stick a knife into the slots, if he can find a matching one, she promises to cook him dinner every night for a month. He's still yet to find the right one his third month there.
He finds time on his Wednesday off to settle into his lawn chair and thumbs his remote, clicking randomly on number thirteen which he knows will lead him to NEWS' rehearsal room. He hasn't touched buttons four or seven which would take him to his parent's house and his older sister's place. Fifteen he's pressed a couple of times, and he finds that watching Ryo with his Kanjani8 groupmates never fails to make him feel a bit warmer in the cool autumn weather.
On a whim, Massu clicks on button one and waits for the water to clear. He finds all his former bandmates standing in front of his grave, heads bowed and arms tucked against one another's. Tegoshi is first to lift his head and he's the one who starts them off. It only takes four notes for Massu to recognize the tune as Hoshi wo Mezashite. And seven notes later, Massu finds himself, for the first time since his death and arrival, singing.
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Date: 2009-05-05 09:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-05 09:33 am (UTC)It's quirky and imaginative and as usual you're able to construct an entirely new universe for your characters, and Massu is just so matter-of-fact and practical here that it leaves me squeeing in my seat thinking I love Massu so much! I love all your descriptions of the people in heaven, particularly the young woman who got stabbed by that asshole.
The funeral is sad and makes me ache a bit to see the members grieving over Massu, but the fic itself is not horribly sad. It's sort of fairytale-like and surreal, mixed in with practicality and reality, and I think you've done a wonderful job narrating it boo. I am honestly at a loss to describe just how much I loved this, I think it's one of my favourites already :D
Please make Massu smile soon.
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Date: 2009-05-06 09:22 am (UTC)YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I WAS TO HEAR YOU SAY YOU LOVE THIS.
Quirky seems like a good enough word haha. I'm strange at times, and now you'll believe me when I say my fics are weird :D Yeah, I think that young woman is here to stay. I want Massu to have a friend in heaven/hell and she seems like the sassy type that'll do :DD
See, told you fic wasn't too sad :D Or angsty at all! I purposely went into think with the thought of not making it so. Ah boo, the way you describe this fic, sounds not like my fic D: It's nowhere near that good D: But I love you just the same. Almost as much as bh right?
Massu will be happy eventually ♥
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Date: 2009-05-05 09:29 am (UTC)this is just wow
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Date: 2009-05-06 08:46 am (UTC)Wow's good! Thanks for reading :D
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Date: 2009-05-05 10:32 am (UTC)My comments rarely do, haha :'DDuring the funeral, I started crying a bit. It's so sad thinking of the NEWS members going to Massu's funeral and he's sitting there and watching them.. (T T;)
And the end dhouashdou D: Just perfect. ♥
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Date: 2009-05-06 08:49 am (UTC)D: Oh I didn't mean for anyone to cry during the funeral scene! When I first started writing this fic, I went into it thinking that I wanted to write a death!fic in a lighter atmosphere, so even though Massu's dead and there's a funeral and whatnot, it was never supposed to be really sad D:
Perfection is hard but I'm happy you thought it was an apt ending! Thanks for reading x]
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Date: 2009-05-05 10:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-06 08:51 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting as always :D
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Date: 2009-05-05 12:40 pm (UTC)thanks for sharing~
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Date: 2009-05-06 08:52 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2009-05-05 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-06 08:53 am (UTC)Thanks for the comment :D
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Date: 2009-05-05 02:18 pm (UTC)It is interesting to visualise that life after death is almost the same as reality.
I wonder what adventures will Massu have now.
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Date: 2009-05-06 08:55 am (UTC)I've put a bit of thought into it now that I'm writing this fic, I don't want to just imagine heaven or hell as being standards. Perhaps our afterlife will be whatever our imaginations create :]
Thanks for reading! (And rofl, Yasu in your icon xDD)
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Date: 2009-05-05 02:34 pm (UTC)uwa~ i havent felt anything like this in a long time! cant wait for more!
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Date: 2009-05-06 08:56 am (UTC)Haha! This is indeed quite different and weird hmm? Anticipation is good :D Thanks for reading x]
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Date: 2009-05-05 11:21 pm (UTC)BUT WHY DO YOU KILL MASSU???
*sighs*
*will be back to comment after I read*
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Date: 2009-05-06 12:03 am (UTC)As usual, I like your attention to small details like Tegoshi and Yamapi leaving a space for Massu to dance in or even random things like what alcoholic drink goes with what type of death (I don't quite get it but then I blame it on my lack of alcohol consumption/understanding). The lady with the slots in her body kind of creeps me out, but apparently not Massu. He's trying to get free food...=_= of course.
And I DEFINITELY loved the bit about how Massu avoided certain channels. We know the real Massu probably would and so that was a nice touch.
I can't wait to see more of this. Particularly maybe more of what is going on in NEWS. Everyone misses Massu dearly. We can feel that. *squishes Masuda*
I really like this. Albeit a tad sad, I love the idea of it and it has your usual wit embedded into it (though not as straight forward and sharp as your other fics, but hey, this is a death!au fic after all lol).
Hoshi wo Mezashite~ omg shdgioshg *tears up* I can see the members humming "mina iru kai" at Massu's grave. oh boy. *tears up*
*hugs Massu bear*
I liked it Lib. Even though you did kill loveable massu. i liked it. &hearts
<--my only massu icon, but yeah. I should make a few more. this'll have to do for now.
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Date: 2009-05-06 09:02 am (UTC)Oh ahha, I had to look up the alcoholic drinks part myself. I'm not that much of an expert either rofl. The lady with the slots might make more than one appearance xDD I'm thinking she'll be Massu's bff of sorts while he's there. He needs someone to talk to after all.
More of NEWS in coming chapters for sure! I just haven't had time to plot em out completely hahaha. Nothing new that right? xDD
There's wit? D: I can't tell, but then again, I never think my fics are all too witty. Thank you for thinking so Mich :]
I don't have a Massu icon either D: What a crime!
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Date: 2009-05-06 03:16 am (UTC)By the time help had come, he was already gone, donburi more than cold and coffee cup overturned in his outstretched hand. This just made me BAWL. The way it was worded was so fantastically matter-of-fact. I suppose it's hard to describe but this story can be best described by a sentence used to describe the works of my favorite author: "Qualities of unsentimental sympathy are rare in any but the novelists of highest rank." Unsentimental telling inspires great sympathy. Especially the ending. Especially.
ALKGF REJNG*($K#@@@ Thank you. Can't wait for more.
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Date: 2009-05-06 09:08 am (UTC)I rephrased the second part of that sentence a bit actually. I had the donburi part down ages ago but the stupid cup of coffee kept bugging me xDD Glad you picked that as a line you liked :D And haha, that sounds like a compliment so thanks, but I'm afraid it's too complex for my mind to wrap around xDD
Thank you for commenting! Really, you always leave such nice and lovely ones :D
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Date: 2009-05-07 02:24 am (UTC)Your story is a bit "weird" so I can see why you might be concerned but it's also interesting and WHO THE HELL DOESN'T LOVE MASSU?!? We needs more. :D It's obviously not out of your abilities, it's only stretching them which is good. :D
It is, indeed, a compliment. :D And you make leaving nice comments so so easy.
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Date: 2009-05-06 04:07 am (UTC)First off, I still cannot get over the fact that no one at the scene recognizes Massu. Just. T_T. I’m also trying imagine a Massu who cannot feel, who cannot taste, who cannot smile. I feel like these characteristics define everything I know about Massu. To me, Massu is just a simple, cheerful guy who enjoys the everyday joys of life: being able to feel, to taste, to smile. So this totally breaks that concept up in such a lovely way. I know this is just my interpretation, but it was a really powerful detail for me.
Also, the Massu being a bartender thing? Adlfkamdaldkfadf I love this so much. Even if you had to research it. Because. Yeah. Massu learning the difference between malt liquor and schnapps makes me, oddly, very happy. Basically, I love this part and your descriptions of each individual that goes to the bar. Though naturally all your descriptions are amazing as always. Right. And then of course your ending is just so heartbreaking yet wonderful at the same time. Er. So much for trying to stay coherent.
You’re awesome. The end.
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Date: 2009-05-06 09:18 am (UTC)I'm sorry haha. Massu is unrecognizable because maybe the crowd is old and they don't listen to JE pop? D: Oh rofl, I could try and take credit and be all, "did that on purpose," but alas, I'm nowhere near that smart dear. I didn't plan any of it D: So I guess it just so happened to be like that? Luck :D But I love your analyzation of it! Helps me with writing my Massu.
ROFL! Bartending Massu is love. My descriptions, I mean really D: It's just cos I can basically ramble about anything. Air even.
You are awesome. You BNF you. ♥
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Date: 2009-05-06 08:07 pm (UTC)I like your rambling. I can ramble too. Yay :D Continue to write Massu. K thanks.
STOP CALLING ME THAT T_T
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Date: 2009-05-06 04:12 am (UTC)I loved this fic, and i loved it even more because it was on massu. THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS MASSU. I also like the ending sentence, where he is humming to himself and singing. I love how you show the different types of people he meets wherever he is, how is he able to see the rest of the members and is affected by them as well. Each scene i could vividly imagine in my brain, and lib this is fantastic.
I <3 You.
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Date: 2009-05-06 08:42 am (UTC)Massu deserves some loving ♥ Heaven or hell is full of strange and exotic people!
Aw pree, thank you :D You're being sweet again!
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Date: 2009-05-07 03:28 pm (UTC);__________;
asñkfasñldkfjañsjfasdlfjasñdf So SAD!!! I liked it very much, how you present the afterlife in a simple and nonjudgmental way... but somehow the fact that they don't have emotions made me very sad, lol, I'm corny like that.
So this is very interesting, and I'm looking forward for the next chapter! ^__^ Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2009-05-09 04:50 am (UTC)I wanted them to be detached in a way, because after all they are in a separate world from where they used to be, and they can no longer expect everything to remain the same.
Thank you for reading! :D And rofl, I hope I manage to finish this story myself.
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Date: 2009-05-30 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-06 05:38 pm (UTC)I'm slowly working my way up to part two, I feel like this is one story that I really really want to finish because I actually love the idea of it. Then again, I also love the fact that it's Massu-centric lol. There's definitely not enough Massu fic! I'm very glad you found it human despite the weird AU feel to it. I know it's a bid odd for a story but it is fanfiction afterall :DD I'm actually kind of fascinated with the ideas of life and death, are they really that different?
♥ Thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2009-06-21 04:16 pm (UTC)It's not what I'd usually read, but I saw that it was Massu-centric and I'm a sucker for anything Massu-centric (there's not that many of them, are there?).
I've read it and it is wonderful and there is an unhurried, dreamy quality to it. There's not a lot of dialogue but you narrate everything so vividly that there's no need for it.
I look forward to where you take this story. Thank you very much for sharing! :)
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Date: 2010-02-21 09:05 am (UTC)It's so sad yet so beautiful!!♥ I thought I'm not gonna love this so much because it's about Massu's death but I was definitely wrong!
Thank you thank you for this!!..I really admire and envy amazing writers like you.:)