Youka Nitta
FIC: "Just Dessert" (present for snapelike) 
10th-Jun-2010 04:31 pm
Title: Just Dessert
Author: [info]bronze_ribbons
Fandom: Haru wo Daiteita
Pairings: Mochimune/Miyasaka, Yoshizumi/Kenzaki
Rating: PG, mainly for some swearing
Wordcount: ~1025
Inspirations: This is a present for [info]snapelike, in celebration of a journalversary. Written completely on the fly today, in a "OMG get this bunny out of my head so I can get on with my life" flail, so there may be some tweaks later. It was prompted in large part by my current obsession with [info]geri_chan's Yoshizumi/Kenzaki arc in her Comeback universe, so this is arguably an AU futurefic for that series as well.
About the dessert: I happened to be looking at this page in a dim sum cookbook last night, about a dessert that looks like Kodak rolls and is nicknamed as such in Hong Kong. I couldn't find any online references to the nickname, so the link will take you to a scan of the page from the cookbook. You can also see a photograph of the dessert at the Wiki entry for black sesame rolls.

Just Dessert

Mochimune had not ordered dessert, so he was startled when the waiter set a small plate in front of him.

"There must be a mistake," he automatically said.

The waiter coolly replied, "We don't make that kind of mistake here. This was ordered for you by the gentleman next to the fisherman sculpture."

Mochimune followed the waiter's glance to the gentleman in question, who turned out to be Yoshizumi Naotaka. Yoshizumi lifted his glass in a silent toast and then returned his attention back to his companion, Kenzaki.

Kenzaki had also been looking at Mochimune -- presumably to share in Yoshizumi's mischievous pleasure at watching the director get caught off guard. However, instead of following Yoshizumi's cue, he continued looking at Mochimune.

Mochimune felt his own eyebrows rise as he locked stares with Kenzaki. You want something from me?

Kenzaki's lips unexpectedly curved up. Then the host turned back to Yoshizumi, who was shaking his head. It was an expression Mochimune had seen on Yoshizumi's face whenever there was a territorial dust-up on the set -- a clash between two crew members on who got final say on a tech issue, for instance, or the ongoing jockeying between two of the supporting actors for both Mochimune and Yoshizumi's attention.

Mochimune frowned. From what he'd heard through his sources, he'd believed that Kenzaki and Yoshizumi's relationship was not serious enough for him to factor into his direction of Yoshizumi. That hard stare and sardonic smile from Kenzaki had just informed him that he'd miscalculated very badly indeed.

What was more, it was now clear to him that Yoshizumi had deliberately cultivated that misapprehension. Mochimune rapidly reviewed all the conversations he'd overheard where Yoshizumi had reinforced the world's impression of him as a confirmed bachelor -- of someone serenely self-sufficient when it came to personal relationships. Yet, at this moment, it was abundantly, blatantly obvious that Yoshizumi and Kenzaki were every bit as much of a couple as Iwaki and Katou: the two men hadn't said a single word since he looked in their direction, and yet the air between them was practically crackling with both affection and exasperation, on both sides.

Goddammit, Mochimune thought to himself. If I could fire Ninomaya -- I wonder what it would take to persuade Kenzaki to replace him--

The tap of a fork on his dessert plate interrupted his thoughts.

"Are you going to eat that," Miyasaka demanded, "or are you just going to glare at them all night?"

Mochimune re-focused on his dessert, which consisted of three black sesame rolls. They were shiny and slippery, and the surface fleetingly reminded him of dark, reflective water -- of the pools at shrines he had visited, and of how polluted rivers were at times better mirrors than ones that ran clean and clear. The thought made him turn his head once more toward Yoshizumi and Kenzaki.

As if sensing his preoccupation, Yoshizumi happened to glance at him right that instant. There was no hint of fear in the actor's face as he registered Mochimune's attention -- merely a sort of weary amusement, as if he was about to take on babysitting an ill-behaved child or pet.

Well, fuck. Mochimune recognized that look as well; it was his own look when dealing with dimwitted actors who hadn't yet given him what he'd asked for. How dare an actor give him that look -- especially when he hadn't made any outrageous requests yet? Granted, he now really wanted to, but only if it didn't affect Yoshizumi's work on the movie --

Fuck. Yoshizumi truly had him over a barrel on this. Because Yoshizumi wasn't an Iwaki, who had needed goading into letting the colder, darker edges of his personality come out to play. Yoshizumi's ability to convey ruthlessness and calculated cruelty had never been in doubt: look at how he'd been first choice for the Aisawa character in Cicadas. Mochimune had cast Yoshizumi as the lead in their current project in part because Yoshizumi had been the only actor who had managed the right blend of passion and indifference in all the audition rounds. Passion was easy to find -- there were hundreds of actors capable of conveying desperate yearning and attachment. It was indifference where most of them missed the mark, mainly by overplaying some aspect of bored, rebellious, surly, robotic, or some other moronic misinterpretation of "not giving a damn."

Yoshizumi had understood what Mochimune wanted from the get-go: his character didn't give a damn about what other people wanted from him because he was a fanatic about being true to his work. That was how Mochimune felt about filmmaking. That was how Yoshizumi felt about filmmaking. Mochimune didn't need to play any games with Yoshizumi -- couldn't, in fact -- because to do so would be to risk undermining the exquisite balance the actor was bringing to the role.

Across from him, Miyasaka made an impatient noise and dragged the dessert plate over to his side of the table. The motion caught the attention of both Mochimune and Yoshizumi.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mochimune saw Yoshizumi failing to hide a smirk: My lover gives me all the space I need to do my job, it seemed to say. Does yours?

Tamping down the urge to scowl or snarl, Mochimune reached over to the dessert and sliced an inch off one of the rolls, spearing the unraveling strip of jelly onto the tines of his fork. It resembled a floppy strand of plastic, suddenly reminding Mochimune of old recording tape. As a child, he'd not-so-secretly enjoyed playing with the remains of old cassettes; he had found something satisfying about the way the flimsy brown film wrinkled and crumpled at the lightest disturbance.

Just you wait, Yoshizumi, he thought to himself. I will have to write you a part that will knot you up, and your partner too--

"Well, at least you're looking at your food again," Miyasaka sighed. "But are you really going to study it all night instead of actually eating it?"

"Patience, Miya-kun," Mochimune murmured. "I have a reason for everything I do."
10th-Jun-2010 10:43 pm
AAAAHHHH! For me? *is decidedly bouncy* Thank you so much! That was a delightful treat to find this morning! *hugs*

Also... "Mochimune didn't need to play any games with Yoshizumi -- couldn't, in fact -- because to do so would be to risk undermining the exquisite balance the actor was bringing to the role." made me realise only now, that Mochimune actually would lose, did he ever dare go up against Yoshizumi. Spectacularly. Because Yoshizumi would make Mochi fail, he'd make a miscalculation at some point, and Yoshizumi would not.

The entire scene simply conveyed that notion, and as close to canon as it was, characterisation-wise, there is no doubt that Mochi would suffer defeat. As usual, spot-on Mochi, perfect Yoshizumi... and now we're playing with Kenzaki, too. I love this universe!

Your language always makes me so jealous. I can think of few people who are able to make writing look so easy, to let the sentences flow so... effortlessly. (Not that it is easy to write or simple, that is not what I mean.)

Ah, this so brightened my day! *kisses*
15th-Jun-2010 05:21 am
I love this universe! Me too, and it's your fault for pulling me into Nittadom. :-)

*blushing at compliment about language*

I kind of poured the rest of my spare brain cells into the sequel to this, which I had not been planning to write AT ALL (as in, this was totally a one-shot when I posted it), only Geri asked some questions below that I couldn't stop thinking about, and one thing led to another, and then there was an "oh dear God, so that's what happens next!?" and then another... which is to say that I might have had something sparkly to say in response to your Mochi v. Yoshi coment, but it's lost somewhere in my mental junk drawer and I'll have to rummage for it later.

But in the meantime, a belated YAY -- I'm so glad this delighted you. *hugs back*
11th-Jun-2010 05:19 am
SQUEEEEEE!!! Kenzaki being territorial! Yoshizumi being totally awesome and getting the best of Mochimune! ^___^

I just love seeing Mochimune taken off guard and put in his place--because I'm sure that there are very, very few people who would be able to do it. I loved the moment when Yoshizumi gave Mochi "that look" and Mochi being unable to do anything to take revenge because it might affect Yoshizumi's portrayal of the role. Which is another great moment, because it shows how much Mochi values his work, even above his personal desires.

Also, that little smirk Yoshizumi gives him, and the unspoken comparison between their lovers? Full of win!

Man, even the waiter puts Mochimune in his place! I love his cool, "We don't make that kind of mistake here"! I can actually picture him looking down his nose at Mochimune in my mind.

And dear, clueless Miya-chan, who has no idea what's going on and just wants his dessert!

I'm so happy that it was Snapelike's LJ anniversary, since it inspired this awesome fic! I'm just sitting here with a big grin on my face as I'm reading it!

On a final note, while I'm sure those sesame rolls are probably delicious, it just does not look appetizing to me at all.
15th-Jun-2010 05:52 am
In all honesty, I'm not 100% convinced that canon Yoshizumi has it in him to win a duel with Mochimune -- we simply don't know enough about him, and a devil's advocate could make a strong argument for a weak Yoshizumi -- but Comeback!Yoshizumi, and my personal fanon Yoshizumi? Absolutely.

I'm tickled that you can picture the waiter. He was indeed looking down his nose at the riffraff, and that was a fun moment to write. :-)

I have to confess that I heard about [info]snapelike's anniversary from reading the LJ responses to Part 16, so you're kind of responsible for triggering it (beyond being kind enough to be okay with me occasionally playing in a corner of your sandbox). I'm so very glad that it made you smile as well. :-D

I honestly can't remember if I've had sesame rolls before -- they look familiar, and I've eaten (and made) plenty of strange Asian desserts, including assorted gelatinous ones, but I don't have any solid memory of consuming them. I imagine they could be really tasty or ghastly depending on the proportions of sesame to sugar -- or just too weird altogether. (I tried some fruit mochi a couple weeks ago and couldn't finish the box -- they were technically fine, and actually kind of pretty, but my taste buds could not get past the fact that they weren't red bean or sesame.)
11th-Jun-2010 08:43 am
Coming back to add: I was amused and intrigued by Mochimune's sudden desire to cast Kenzaki in his movie--although I feel sorry for poor Ninomaya, whomever he is! It makes me wonder if Kenzaki would actually be interested in acting? As I mentioned in my own fic, hosts do have to be actors, in a way, playing out roles for their clients.

Even if he isn't interested in acting, maybe he'd consider it just to be closer to Yoshizumi, in order to watch over him?
15th-Jun-2010 05:08 am
Oh my God. Thinking of how to answer this ATE MY HEAD.
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