Right so, the last week has been an exercise in me never doing what I was supposed to.

Monday, I was supposed to be working on chapter five, so, instead I was RANDOMLY excessively inspired to work on a vamp!Voldemort/Harry fic and spent ages on that. (Don't squick about it until you've read good Voldemort/Harry, I've only ever come across one really decent one, and before then I was totally grossed out at the thought, I have since changed my ways. ...Or, you know, you can squick if you really want to; I wont stop you...)

Tuesday, I slept lots, then the previous continued.

Wednesday, I was supposed to be working on a fic for KRM's birthday. I went crazy with writing chapter five. THEN got further distracted (I blame mimei) and wrote and entire short-fic due to her challenge over a really cute pic of J and Inoran from the Japanese rock band Luna Sea. -_-;;

Thursday, I NEEDED to start work on KRM's present fic, instead, I finished (and edited) the first half of chapter Five. ;_;

All in all, I've written 4,203 words worth of stuff this week and 2,603 of those were COMPLETE DISTRACTIONS!

So yeah, gotta start on KRM's gift. ;_;

In the mean time, enjoy a short fic about J and Inoran, (most loved pairing of many J-Rock obsessed females around the world, though their undying love for each other is completely fictitious. :P)



Title: Consequences and Hopeful Ventures
Author: Page Russet
Dis/claimer: I copyright the plot, the characters own themselves. This is a work of fiction. No money is being made, etc.
Rating: PGR (USA format: PG-13)
Pairing: J/Inoran
Fandom: J-rock - Luna Sea
Warnings: Contains Slash, or Shonen-ai (involving guys making out with guys), and some bad language.
Summary: What happens when J gets too curious about this "Fanfiction thing" for his own good? Will his and Inoran's friendship survive the consequences?


Challenge fic (from miemi) citing: This picture is so cute is must have fics written about it (or something like that) Enjoy!




Consequences and Hopeful Ventures
By Page Russet


Previously:


J stared at the website.

Fangirls are CRAZY!

But...

He read further.

No.

I should stop.

This is weird

And wrong.

And...

Fuck

...This is so damn-

Oh, wow.

No! I should...

...............................

“Fuck. I need a shower.”



J chewed at his fingernails, peeking at Inoran who was re-stringing his guitar in the corner of the hotel room. Sugizo was bouncing around the room singing something about marshmallows and Sakura petals while Ryuichi and Shinya were debating the pros and cons of takeout vs using the hotel’s restaurant.

Inoran seemed totally absorbed, happy to fade out the white-noise created by people you love, stuck in a room and spending too much time together. (Brain, label this group of sights and sounds as ‘band’ - ignore when necessary).

J, however, was not so relaxed.

He knew he shouldn’t have looked at the sites dedicated to ‘JxINORAN SLASH X-CORE!!!!one!one!!’ but he had been reeeeeeeeeeally bored, and kind of curious as to what, really, everyone was talking about.

The first few had been weird, and kinda gross. But then, he’d stumbled onto a sub site, dedicated to longer, better written ‘fics’ which lacked the ‘X-CORE!!!!one!one!!’ label.

He’d been surprised to find himself getting wrapped up in a plot. It was somewhat interesting to read how the fans interpreted his and Inoran’s personalities.

He was even more surprised, as the action heated up, to find himself drinking more and more water as his own temperature rose.

Eventually, he’d had to leave the story and go and have a cold shower. It was either that, or start having a good wank, and he really didn’t think the latter would be healthy for his relationship with Inoran.

Inoran.

If only the problem could have been fixed by that one cold shower.

They had been friends for almost as long as J could remember, and never, not once had J looked at Ino that way. It just hadn’t occurred to him, it would be like looking at your brother or sister like that. It’s not that the person isn’t attractive, or that there was no way could necessarily find them attractive; you just train yourself not to look.

Ever since that fic, J had been looking.

He couldn’t stop looking.

He tried. He really did! He tried really, reeeeeally hard.

But Ino was so cute, and sexy, and fun to be with, and dedicated, and talented, and cute...

I mean, look at him there! Stringing his guitar, as if it’s some kind of art! Or dance... or something else that was so intrinsically beautiful; with his hair falling around his eyes, as if he’s some kind of god. I mean, there should be a law against that kind of thing!

Damn it!

J stared at his fingers; he had run out of nail to chew.

Fuck.



Currently:

J stared around the stage. The usual bang and clatter of pre-concert setup was dying down while everyone was out for lunch.

He didn’t usually come down for this part, they didn’t have sound-check for another three hours, but he’d been so restless the last few weeks, he needed to have something to do that didn’t involve being stuck in a room with in band, or practicing music he’d gone over so many times that it was permanently engraved into his skull.

They’d been on tour for four weeks and J was running out of endurance and moral fibre. Just this morning Ino had wandered into J’s room wearing only a towel and still wet from the shower to demand if J had stolen his body wash.

J had stolen it (in an attempt to stop Inoran smelling so good that J got hard every time Ino walked into the room), but this didn’t change the fact that J had practically died on the spot, and had frightened Ino a little with his adamant denial and by practically chucking Ino out of the room by force.

“I should probably go apologise.” J sighed to himself.

He looked around at the lights shining in haphazard sequence, the cables and speakers littering the stage, and suddenly made a decision.



Ino was up in his room glaring at the wall.

He tended to do this before a show, but right now the wall was receiving extra-glare because he had lost his favourite body wash.

He loved that body wash. And also, J yelled at him about it, which wasn’t fair, AND he had also been avoiding Inoran for the whole tour, which was beginning to give Inoran the feeling that J was upset at him for something. Which he thought was double-unfair, as he didn’t remember doing anything for ages! And if it was something that Ino didn’t remember doing, J should at least tell him what it was before sulking about it for weeks!

The wall was now being pouted at as well as glared at. I don’t know how it resisted.

Suddenly J burst into the room, all sweaty and excited, demanding Inoran come with him to see something.

“What? J? What’s going on?” Ino questioned, confused.

“Aw come on Ino! Come with meeee, pleeeeease?”

Confused, but suspecting that J was trying to come up with an elaborate way of apologising for being nasty to him, Ino sighed and took J’s hand as they wandered through the hotel, across the street, and into the stadium where they were to perform tonight.

“J” Ino whined, “Is this going to take forever??”

By now they were standing at the bottom of the stage, looking up at the lights flaring in all directions.

J stared at the lights for a few moments, “Don’t you think they’re beautiful?” he asked.

Inoran blinked for a few moments and looked up as well, “Yeah, I guess so... I forget to look at them sometimes, you know; it becomes just work, not a moment, not an amazing experience.”

J nodded, then sighed, “I’ll probably go to hell.” He muttered.

Ino turned to him, “What?”

J turned around and looked him in the eyes, “I’m sorry, I think, for this.”

Just as Inoran was about to panic as to what ‘this’ was, J tugged him around and gently shoved him against the rise of the stage. “J?” Ino gasped.

J kissed him.

Lips on lips, breath mixing, teeth pressing. warm.

Then the lips were gone from Ino’s mouth, moving down his throat, fingers slipping buttons undone, gentle lips following. “What are you doing, J?” Ino breathed, feeling a little lost, looking down at the head that was moving towards one of his nipples.

J let out a tiny moan, “I’m kissing you, Ino,” he whispered, as if afraid of his own words.

“Oh,” said Ino.

For a few seconds, Ino just stood there, as if pondering exactly what on earth was going on. Then he blinked, realisation dawning. He grabbed J by the hair and yanked him back up so they were eye to eye, “It’s about time!!!!” he yelled, and pulled J back into a much deeper, hungry kiss.



That night, J caught Inoran’s eye during the performance, Ino grinned and J blushed.

As the music built to its final crescendo, J crossed the stage and grabbed Ino’s chin, tipping it up and leaning down for a full, deep kiss.


Let the fangirls scream.


-fin-




There! Hope people enjoy!