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Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
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3
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1,450
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This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Kentarou Kanesaki and Luke C…and I do not profit from these writings.
Celebrity
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Kentarou Kanesaki and Luke C…and I do not profit from these writings.
Famous [Celebrity]
The curtain had risen and the girls were screaming. That was always the start. He had grown used to it really. It was nice. Sure, they were screaming for someone else and not for him. They were calling for his character. He never really understood the mind of fan girls. He didn’t think he ever would. Because the character he was acting as wasn’t really all the nice. He had done his research after all for the role. And he had concluded that the only reason he had been given the role was because he looked a little like the character and because he looked rather good in a black base ball cap.. But Kanesaki didn’t really mind he supposed. It was a start. A lot of the other actors from the musicals went on to bigger and better things after they graduated from the show. He was sure that if he stuck it out, he could get other roles. Better roles. He just had to wait. He just have to give him best. He just had to get onto the stage ever night and do something the character he was portraying would never ever do…not even to save his own life. He went out there to sing and to dance. He went out there ot be showered by the cried of the fan girls.
And really, he supposed it wasn’t all that bad. Because it was a start and his character did have quite a loyal fan following. He got a lot of hits on his blog and had been offered the opportunity to give the girls his babies. He ignored those, but he did like the letters of support he got. “Keep it up.” “We love you.” Things like that were okay.
Besides, if he hadn’t have put on the uniform of the killer bee and tugged that hat onto his dark hair, he would have never met all the people he had met. He would have never met Kaito or Shirota. He would have never met the sinful Japanese American actor who was sitting at his side in the green room, finishing the last of his make up. Putting his hair into that signature style.
Leaning slightly against Luke, Kanesaki went for a little bit of consealer . Luke reached at the same time. In the din around them, the two actors quietly, softly entwined their hands. Fingers together, sharing a small serene moment with just the two of them until the chaos of a preshow green room re-exerted itself and they were forced to let go of one another. And in that stolen moment, Kentarou decided that maybe celebrity had it’s perks.
Famous [Celebrity]
The curtain had risen and the girls were screaming. That was always the start. He had grown used to it really. It was nice. Sure, they were screaming for someone else and not for him. They were calling for his character. He never really understood the mind of fan girls. He didn’t think he ever would. Because the character he was acting as wasn’t really all the nice. He had done his research after all for the role. And he had concluded that the only reason he had been given the role was because he looked a little like the character and because he looked rather good in a black base ball cap.. But Kanesaki didn’t really mind he supposed. It was a start. A lot of the other actors from the musicals went on to bigger and better things after they graduated from the show. He was sure that if he stuck it out, he could get other roles. Better roles. He just had to wait. He just have to give him best. He just had to get onto the stage ever night and do something the character he was portraying would never ever do…not even to save his own life. He went out there to sing and to dance. He went out there ot be showered by the cried of the fan girls.
And really, he supposed it wasn’t all that bad. Because it was a start and his character did have quite a loyal fan following. He got a lot of hits on his blog and had been offered the opportunity to give the girls his babies. He ignored those, but he did like the letters of support he got. “Keep it up.” “We love you.” Things like that were okay.
Besides, if he hadn’t have put on the uniform of the killer bee and tugged that hat onto his dark hair, he would have never met all the people he had met. He would have never met Kaito or Shirota. He would have never met the sinful Japanese American actor who was sitting at his side in the green room, finishing the last of his make up. Putting his hair into that signature style.
Leaning slightly against Luke, Kanesaki went for a little bit of consealer . Luke reached at the same time. In the din around them, the two actors quietly, softly entwined their hands. Fingers together, sharing a small serene moment with just the two of them until the chaos of a preshow green room re-exerted itself and they were forced to let go of one another. And in that stolen moment, Kentarou decided that maybe celebrity had it’s perks.