Title: SuperYass to the rescue!
Pairing: Ohyass :D
Rating: General (:
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters
Summary: Okura was being 'tortured' by someone (you'll know later) and Yasu came to his rescue! (:
A/N: I thought Okura was getting skinnier than ever since the Countdown Concert, so i made this fict. But only the first part was my true thoughts though, the rest are purely fiction. (:
It’s been a long while since I last met you. If only you weren’t busy and we could talk all day long. Anyway, thank you for giving me your picture! :D
It’s really boring without you. I miss you. :( Can you come back soon?
Oh, and by the way, about the picture you sent me..
What happened to you? What happened to your chubby cheeks? What happened to your flabby arms? Have you been eating well? Did you have at least three meals in a day as I told you to?
You look skinnier than ever, do you know that? You don’t look as fat as you used to be! At first, I didn’t recognize you at all! What happened, Tacchon? Is there any problem there? I’m always here to help you. I can come over if you want me to… :)
Please give me a call once you’ve received this message, alright? :) Please take care and eat well!
~ ~ ~
Okura put the letter down on the table and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the living room. He scanned his reflection from bottom to top.
I am getting skinny, am I?
Someone was coming. His heartbeat was faster than usual. He knew who those footsteps belonged to. It was him. Okura quickly turned away when their eyes met. He stared at the ground, wondering what he was going to say. He prayed hard that he didn’t notice the letter.
“Clean this. After that, get ready for the next scene.”
“Can I have dinner today? I’ve not been eating well since the past few weeks.. I’m a little hungry now. Please?”
“You have to be skinny for this drama, so maintain your meal times. You’re only allowed to eat breakfast and supper, got it?”
Okura stood there helplessly. He was weak. He was hungry. He was nothing but a slave to him. He could not do anything but to obey his orders. When he left, Okura reached for the phone and called Yasu.
“Shota. It’s me.”
“Tacchon! I miss you! When are-”
“Help me.. lane 38.. level 7..-”
“Tacchon? Tacchon?! Are you there?”
He hung up. Yasu was the only person he could count on for now. He was the only contact he had in mind. He was the only one he could count on.
He quickly put down the phone and cleaned the costumes as he was told to. After that, he got ready for his drama shooting.
Okura was putting on his jacket when he saw a rice bowl filled with rice on the table. Okura, also known as the rice-thief, glared at the bowl which seemed to be glowing on the table. He took a step forward. And then another step. And another step, until he finally reached the table. He looked around, checking if he was anywhere near him. When he thought he was safe, he took a pinch of the rice.
As he chewed, he could remember the times when he had proper meals cooked by his beloved Yassan and how much happiness there was in the meal. He slowly gulped down the rice, enjoying every single flavour of it.
“Had enough? I guess you’ll have enough of this too.” he boomed.
He stormed towards Okura with his right arm up, ready to give Okura a spank. Suddenly, the door banged open. A little figure came into view, stamping his feet as he walked towards him.
He grabbed his right arm and glared at him.
“Only Hina have the right to spank us. Get away from my brother!”
“Yassan..” said Okura before he collapsed onto the ground. Maybe it was because he was too frightened.
Yasu took out a long rope he brought from home and tied him up.
“What kind of manager are you?! Are you even qualified to be one?!”
“Shut up, you little brat! And why the heck are you tying me up?!”
“Shut up, you big giant! You’re gonna get what you deserve, evil manager!”
Yasu took out his phone and called the police and the ambulance. Within minutes, they came into the apartment and the police arrested the manager while the paramedics attended to Okura.
~ ~ ~
Okura opened his eyes slowly. Everything was blur. He felt something was attached to his right arm and looked at it. Then he looked at the figure on his left.
“Okura.” the figure said as he held Okura’s left hand.
“Yassan? What happened? Why do I have this thing on my arm? Is it an IV?”
Okura stared at Yasu for a few seconds, recollecting the memory of what happened that day.
“I’m glad you’re safe,” Yasu said in a gentle voice.
“Yeah, that reminds me of something. Since when am I your brother? And how did you arrive that fast?”
“Oh, I was worried about you, so I went to the town where you told me you would be filming. I was lucky when you called to tell the full address. I’ve just reached the town then. And about the brother thing..-”
Yasu stood up, leaned his body towards Tacchon and planted his lips on him.
“You will never be my brother.”
music: ONE - SubaruBand