Title: Mask
Pairing: YamaJima, Yuto/OC, Yamada/OC
Guest: Sugihara Aiko & Takasugi Riko (me)
Genre: Angst / AU
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: A fleeting moment.
A/N: You can kill me for writing this ): And I'm so absolutely embarrassed for writing this, even though there's no particular scene here. :\ Got this idea from listening to Tackey & Tsubasa's Kamen 8D
Masterpost here!






Strolling into the hall with his girlfriend by his side, Yuto adjusted his mask a little before turning to smile at the younger girl. It was a company affair, something about it's anniversary and a new collaboration with another one.

A masquerade.

Women were dressed in elegant dresses, and glittering masks that matched. The men were smartly dressed in their dress shirts, a cup of wine in their hand as they gave the ladies their charming smiles.

"Yuto-kun, let's go." 20 years old Takasugi Riko smiled as she tugged on the taller boy's sleeves. Nakajima Yuto, 21 years old and already holding a high position in his company. Nodding, he led both of them into the ballroom.

"Remind me why I'm here again?" Ryosuke whined a little as the younger girl dressed in a pink dress fixed his mask. That had earned a slap on his forehead.

"Well, your company was having that collaboration with the another company. Blame your boss, not me." Sugihara Aiko, age 20. Strong arms embraced her slim figure, and her boyfriend whispered, "Then, let's get going shall we?"

With a light kiss on the cheek, she was pulled into the ballroom by her boyfriend, Yamada Ryosuke, age 21.

The two companies were rivals in the first place, however they had decided to have a collaboration for their newest project, led by each of their star workers. Nakajima Yuto on one side, and Yamada Ryosuke on the other.

Small chats filled the air, and the wine in their cup seems to be never ending. Everywhere you look, it'll be someone with a mask. Do I know him? Do I know her? These were the questions that constantly surface throughout the night.

With the mask on, everyone started to be comfortable with speaking. Since their identity was misted by the mask, why not?

"Now, for the highlight of tonight. We would like everyone to get a partner of the same gender and dance." On the stage was a middle aged lady, dressed in a wine-red colour. A small grin was spotted on her lips, as some squeals were heard from the ladies on the floor.

Looking up, Riko pulled her gray dress up a little as she saw a lady in pink dress moving forward. "Let's dance." Riko had boldly asked and Yuto had stared at his girlfriend in surprise.

"Why not the gentleman beside you dance with my boyfriend? They look nice together. As a yaoi pair." An evil glint was in the other girl's eyes, and Riko grinned. "Takasugi Riko. I just spot a yaoi fan."

Introduced as Sugihara Aiko, both girls managed to force their boyfriends to dance together.

As the shorter man took the others hand, he felt familiarity. A name he had kept at the back of his mind for so long rolled through his tongue.The eyes of the other person was filled with maturity and sadness. Why?

The other must have felt that he wasn't good with crowds, and the managed to get out into the garden. Ryosuke had thought the other man would let him go, but he didn't.

Instead, they continued to sway to the soft music that had traveled from the ballroom. Shouldn't it be weird for two grown men to be dancing with each other? Much less a slow dance? Apparently, no. With this person, Ryosuke felt at ease.

Why? Up till now, only one person had made him felt this way. No, not Aiko. It was someone from his past. His past that was unacceptable to the society. 'Impossible. It couldn't be him. Or could he?' This was too familiar.

As the music stopped, the warmth on his waist disappeared as both of them bowed to each other. As the taller man started to turn around, Ryosuke had grabbed his wrist. "Sorry, but ... can I take off your mask?" He was now looking down onto the grass.

The other man had laughed a little, and the tinkling voice was so familiar. "Isn't that breaking the rules of the masquerade?" A hand was on his cheeks, lifting his face up to meet the other. For some unknown reason, Ryosuke felt his cheeks burning.

The tall man smiled a little, "Go ahead and take it off." Behind his very own mask, Ryosuke's eyes widened a little. His hand touched the metallic looking mask, and slowly, the face behind it was revealed.

"Yuto ...?"

In one swift motion, Ryosuke's mask was off, and Yuto had a bitter smile hung on his lips. "Ryosuke." Tears were accumulating at the corner of his eyes, and Yuto had leaned in to kiss them away. When was the last time he did that?

Years ago.

They were young, best friends, childhood friends. Best friends that fell for each other. Ryosuke was pulled into Yuto's strong frame, and he inhaled the familiar scent.

Planting a soft kiss on Ryosuke's hair, Yuto couldn't help but feel his heart clench. These feelings for each other had never faded.

Even after all these years of not seeing each other, their feelings that were locked deep within them had just burst out.

Under the starlight night sky, they shared a kiss. Electricity jolted throughout their body, as the simple act seem to had revived them.

No matter how many times they kissed their girlfriends, it had never felt this right. Something so wrong was right.

For the whole masquerade, they had skipped it, until the end, where they met Riko and Aiko. When asked where they had went, they had simply said that they were outside, escaping the crowd.

Little did the girls noticed the slight crinkle of their shirts. Or the small marks on Ryosuke's neck. Or even their hair being a little out of place.

It was their secret.

"Aiko~!" The two girls had became good friends. A few weeks after the masquerade, they had came out to meet each other formally.

"I'm Takasugi Riko. This is Nakajima Yuto, my boyfriend." A smile was hung on her lips, as she introduced herself and Yuto to Aiko's lover.

Pulling her boyfriend upfront, "Sugihara Aiko. This is Yamada Ryosuke." Both men shook hands, and they greeted each other with smiles.

"Nice to meet you, Nakajima-san."
"Glad to meet you, Yamada-san." '

Sadness. The handshake ended with a lingering touch. Their feelings would always be hidden. Both of their true personality would always be hidden under the mask they wore every day.

Labels: 100 yamajima scenes challenge, oneshot, yamajima, yaoi