Oct. 7th, 2007

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Okada needs some serious loving. LOVING, man, LOVING.



Part of the ongoing need to write in real timeperiods. Johnny's Countdown 2005-2006, where everyone is on crack and there is a gigantic waterfall in the background. Okada Junichi plays out his role as a Johnny who was never a Junior. \o/ MY BRAIN. IT IS EATEN BY JUNICHI-DOM.


Dome

Characters: Okada Junichi; with side appearances by Tsuyoshi and Tsubasa, and side-side appearances by everyone else.

Summary: With everyone else, Countdown seemed to be one huge welcome home (okaeri!); with Okada, it always felt like a simple welcome.

624 words.


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Okada-side: 12PM )
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Cat's Eye

Summary: Not just a pretty face. Okada, still stuck in existential Johnny's angst while shooting Kisarazu, pours out his soul soul -- Sho helps. Sorta.


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Roadtrip

Summary: 'MUSIC FOR THE PEOPLE--'

Undertones of Okada/Go; thank you to [livejournal.com profile] ames_909 for helping me along in my journey to senpai hell heaven. 8D.


'Driving's very difficult,' Sakamoto says very conversationally. )

Ow. Ow.

Oct. 7th, 2007 08:06 am
karanguni: (Imai TSUBASA)
Throat hurting. Ow. Ow. Ow.

To write:

Genfic/drabble: Countdown 2005-2006, 1PM: Food for all the family
Genfic/drabble: Countdown 2005-2006, 2PM: Takki and Tsuba and distance between.
Genfic/fic: Countdown 2005-2006, 6PM: Whence into Tsuyoshi's dressing room; drinking flashbacks. (Okada/Tsubasa)
Genfic/drabble: Countdown 2005-2006, 12AM: Koichi: another year gone by
Genfic/fic: Countdown 2005-2006, 1230AM: Koichi flying at Nagase, with side helpings of Tsuyoshi.

TIGER AND DRAGON

Okada/Nagase - height difference
Ryu/Taro - "brothers"

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax