Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters. I just borrowed them from their rightful owners for the sake of having some fun writing and reading. This is my first attempt in writing a fan fiction. I’ve never written anything like this before and I am relatively new in this fandom. So, there is a good chance that the people involved may be a bit out of character. Thinking that it is set in an alternate universe where one of the girls was not an idol, the Iwate Incidents had never happened, and LINE had not yet been a popular way of communication may help. Regarding ratings, I’ve never written anything that can be rated more than PG-13. However, the story does portray a same-sex attraction between girls. So, if you’re not comfortable or not allowed to access such thing wherever you are, please do feel free to stop reading here. Reader discretion advised.
THEATER BLUES: An AKB48’s YuiParu Fanfic
by Arch DeNight
At first, she was nobody. Sure, I saw her every now and then. But, I thought nothing about her. She did not stand out at all. She was just one of the staff-san, running around, helping with this and that to make sure that we had successful performances at the theater. I did notice that she usually had the night shift, though. Sweeping the floor or putting stuff back after most of us called it a day. Why should it be different now? Why does it seem like I couldn’t take my eyes off of her lately? When did I start noticing every little detail about her? Why? Why does my heart hurt…?
Chapter 1—Random Encounter
“The wind is quite strong tonight. So, please be careful on your way home.”
The night’s performance was a success. Like usual. After a high five with all of the members, one by one, the fans made their way home. But, the night was not over for the members and the staff. With some big performances coming up, they had a lot to prepare. Even after the evening practice was over, some members still stayed behind for extra hours of individual practice. The life of an idol was not just about being cute after all. Hard work and sacrifices were always required.
“G-san, otsukaresama deshita!”
“Ah, Yuihan. Otsukaresama deshita. Why are you still here? Aren’t you going to go home?”
“Ah, hai. Just a little bit more. I need to sweep the break room and then I will be done.”
“I see. Then, is it okay if I ask you to do the lock up?”
“Hai. Please leave it to me.”
G-san gave a set of keys to a smiling Yuihan. The girl with the long raven hair always worked really hard. She always came early, before her shift even started, and almost always be the last one to leave.
“I’m going then. Just leave the keys at the usual place on your way out.”
“Hai. Please be careful on your way home.”
Yuihan resumed her work while humming one of the songs she heard that night. The place was usually bustling, but now it seemed like an abandoned building. Yuihan did not really like the darkness, but she liked working in an empty theater. Being alone meant that she would not be in anyone’s way. The silence also helped to clear her mind.
When she finished sweeping the room, she did a quick check to make sure that everything was done properly. She then gathered all of her stuff and turned the lights off. After locking all the doors, she put the keys in their usual place.
She put her headset on before she made her way out of the building. She said her greetings every now and then when she saw the night guards, thanking them for their hard work. She had started humming a song she was listening to while making her way to the main street when she noticed a familiar figure.
The figure was a girl standing on the side of the street. Her brown hair was partially hidden under a knitted hat. A pair of glasses, a mask, and a long coat protected her against the strong wind and curious eyes.
“Ah, Shimazaki-san?” she took her headset off and called the girl out.
She made sure that she was not too far away when she called the name. It might be after midnight and there were not many people around. But, the girl was a national idol after all. It would be inconvenient if any fan recognized and approached her right then and there.
Hearing her name being called, Shimazaki Haruka turned around. She then tilted her head a bit to the side. Seeing the caller made her squint.
“Ah, it’s Yokoyama. We don’t usually talk. But, when we do, you usually just call me Staff-san,” Yuihan smiled, understanding the other girl’s inability to recognize her.
“Ah, hai. Otsukaresama deshita.”
“Otsukaresama deshita. What are you doing still here, Shimazaki-san?”
“Um…I was waiting for a taxi cab.”
“Ah… it may be a bit hard to find one this late. There won’t be any train either at this hour.”
“Um…” Shimazaki Haruka just nodded and kept her eyes on the empty street.
There was an awkward silence between them. Yuihan did not know what to say to break it. Shimazaki-san probably stayed really late for some extra hours of individual practice and missed the last train, she thought. She noticed the girl’s pale face. Her fingers seemed cold and shaking a bit. How long had she been standing there waiting?
“Ano…,” Yuihan tried to start the conversation.
The other girl just turned her head to look at her.
“Ano… It’s over midnight already and there’s a chance of your not getting any taxi at all,” she said, “If it’s okay with you… Would you… Would you like to stay at my place? It’s just a couple blocks from here.”
“Eh? No… It’s okay. I don’t want to be imposing on you, Staff-san. My house is not that far away anyway,” was the immediate reply.
“You won’t be imposing, Shimazaki-san. My place is not that nice, but it would probably be better than standing here in the freezing wind for hours. I promise not to do anything weird either. I will be putting my job on the line if I do so,” Yuihan chuckled.
Shimazaki Haruka seemed torn. She did not really know the girl. She could not even recognize her as one of the staff. But then, she had been freezing for more than one hour and she really was not good with the cold.
“Many people would be sad if you get sick, Shimazaki-san,” Yuihan smiled.
Shimazaki Haruka started to be tempted by a possibility of staying in a warmer place.
“Um… Yokoyama-san, right? Is it…really okay?”
“Hai,” Yuihan smiled wider, “So… Let’s go?”
- Otsukaresama deshita: a greeting used by the Japanese to others when they just finished working or is going home after a long day of work; can be considered equal to “Thanks for your hard work”
- -san: a honorific used by the Japanese; can be considered equal to “Mr.”, “Mrs.”, or “Miss”
- -han: a honorific used by the Japanese, especially in Kansai region; equal to -san in Kanto region
- Hai: Yes
- Ano: can have many different meaning, but in this context refer to something equal to “Well..” or “You know…”; used to start a rather delicate conversation