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rabenhorst) wrote2007-08-14 10:07 pm
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Title: At Life’s End
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fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Die and Kaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: What would you do if you only had an hour to live? Kaoru hates answering this kind of questions, but sometimes in life you can’t avoid them no matter how much you try.
Comments: This was written for my dearseinen_no, as I wanted to give her something nice^^ I initially wanted to give it to her for birthday but it’s still almost a month away and I ended up giving the drabble to her already XD I’m bad.
Well, anyways, as some of you might know already, in Finland Kaoru was asked in an interview what he would do if he only had an hour to live. Kaoru laughed, saying that someone had asked him the same question just minutes before. Then he thought for a long moment before saying he’d take a Japanese bath and a cold beer^^ So this is loosely based on that.
I was a bit iffy about posting this asnigiripop already wrote her awesome ficcie based on the same interview. But this didn’t leave me alone and I had to write it so I thought I might as well post it anyways x) Tell me what you think!
And feel free to add the journal if you like!
”What would you do if you only had an hour to live?”
Questions like that can easily throw Kaoru off balance, and he doesn’t know how he should respond to them. Usually he prefers to flash a smile, giving a soft laugh and shake his head, just mumbling something and discarding the question, moving to safer topics. It isn’t that he wouldn’t be able, or willing, to think about serious matters, to ponder things about life. It’s just that he doesn’t like to share his thoughts with anyone. If a distant friend asks him what he would do with his last living hour, he doesn’t deserve to know everything the question makes go through the guitarist’s mind.
Even before the question is finished Kaoru has images in his mind, incoherent pictures and unfinished thoughts, flowing through his consciousness in lightning speed and not giving him time to grasp them. Images of his friends, of his family, of the people he works with. Important people in his life. His mind has always worked fast and at moments like this he even surprises himself.
Still he can’t find the right words to answer the question. It’s so easy to just shrug it off and switch the topic, pretend that the moment didn’t hold anything serious in the first place. That’s what he would want to do, would NEED to do.
But when it’s Die asking, Kaoru can’t do anything else but to answer honestly.
He is already ready to try and form his thoughts into coherent sentences, his mind frantically arranging words, creating associations between bits and pieces to make something comprehensible out of it. But he makes the mistake to look the taller guitarist in the eye and all reason flees him. His carefully built sentences, his thought through words, everything slips from his mind and he can’t react fast enough to grasp them. So he ends up smiling, softly, apologetically. Lovingly.
“I don’t know.”
Kaoru sees Die’s face fall slightly, his curious expression turning into somewhat disappointed one, even sad. It instantly makes the older man feel like he should’ve tried harder, should’ve said out loud at least some of the things in his mind.
‘I would be with you.’
‘I would ask you to hold me, I would hold you. I might even cry against your shoulder, secretly.’
‘I love you.’
But the moment is gone, people around them running to get things ready for the show they will have in a few hours. Die is already turning to leave, but Kaoru can’t let him and gently takes a hold of his wrist to keep him there for a few more seconds. Their eyes meet, and Kaoru tries to show his emotions through the contact, hoping the younger man would see right through his mind, his soul. He has never been good with words, never able to say what he really wants to. Still this is important to him, and he wants Die to know it.
In that moment, it feels like he does. Die answers the smile, even brings his hand up to touch the other guitarist’s cheek with his fingertips, so softly that Kaoru wonders if it’s just a dream after all. But the younger man smiles, and that’s really everything that matters. And Kaoru knows, that in the evening when they secretly sneak into the same bed, under the covers and close to each other, he will let it all out. It’s the only moment when he feels safe enough to reveal his most well kept secrets, his feelings. His soul.
When Die is gone to fix last things he needs to do before they go out on stage and play, Kaoru has a short moment to think alone. Mechanically he does everything he needs to do, not paying attention to things around him as he knows everyone is aware of their duties and things will go smoothly.
And now he knows the answer.
An hour later, before they start to get ready to play the gig, the interviewer asks the same question. “What would you do if you only had an hour to live?” Kaoru smiles, laughing softly as he directs his eyes straight at the man who asked the question, despite the presence of the translator. But he doesn’t see a Finnish guy whose job is to ask him a few questions, he looks straight through him. He sees blonde hair, stunning smile, and the deep brown eyes of the man he wants to share his life with. He feels long arms wrap around him, pull him closer and a pair of soft lips press against the side of his neck.
Outwardly he remains completely calm, but inwardly his heart is beating frantically in his chest. Still his smile doesn’t falter, his voice is calm and soft as he replies.
“I’d take a Japanese bath.”
‘With Die.’
Author:
fonulynRating: PG
Pairing: Die and Kaoru
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: What would you do if you only had an hour to live? Kaoru hates answering this kind of questions, but sometimes in life you can’t avoid them no matter how much you try.
Comments: This was written for my dear
seinen_no, as I wanted to give her something nice^^ I initially wanted to give it to her for birthday but it’s still almost a month away and I ended up giving the drabble to her already XD I’m bad. Well, anyways, as some of you might know already, in Finland Kaoru was asked in an interview what he would do if he only had an hour to live. Kaoru laughed, saying that someone had asked him the same question just minutes before. Then he thought for a long moment before saying he’d take a Japanese bath and a cold beer^^ So this is loosely based on that.
I was a bit iffy about posting this as
nigiripop already wrote her awesome ficcie based on the same interview. But this didn’t leave me alone and I had to write it so I thought I might as well post it anyways x) Tell me what you think!And feel free to add the journal if you like!
”What would you do if you only had an hour to live?”
Questions like that can easily throw Kaoru off balance, and he doesn’t know how he should respond to them. Usually he prefers to flash a smile, giving a soft laugh and shake his head, just mumbling something and discarding the question, moving to safer topics. It isn’t that he wouldn’t be able, or willing, to think about serious matters, to ponder things about life. It’s just that he doesn’t like to share his thoughts with anyone. If a distant friend asks him what he would do with his last living hour, he doesn’t deserve to know everything the question makes go through the guitarist’s mind.
Even before the question is finished Kaoru has images in his mind, incoherent pictures and unfinished thoughts, flowing through his consciousness in lightning speed and not giving him time to grasp them. Images of his friends, of his family, of the people he works with. Important people in his life. His mind has always worked fast and at moments like this he even surprises himself.
Still he can’t find the right words to answer the question. It’s so easy to just shrug it off and switch the topic, pretend that the moment didn’t hold anything serious in the first place. That’s what he would want to do, would NEED to do.
But when it’s Die asking, Kaoru can’t do anything else but to answer honestly.
He is already ready to try and form his thoughts into coherent sentences, his mind frantically arranging words, creating associations between bits and pieces to make something comprehensible out of it. But he makes the mistake to look the taller guitarist in the eye and all reason flees him. His carefully built sentences, his thought through words, everything slips from his mind and he can’t react fast enough to grasp them. So he ends up smiling, softly, apologetically. Lovingly.
“I don’t know.”
Kaoru sees Die’s face fall slightly, his curious expression turning into somewhat disappointed one, even sad. It instantly makes the older man feel like he should’ve tried harder, should’ve said out loud at least some of the things in his mind.
‘I would be with you.’
‘I would ask you to hold me, I would hold you. I might even cry against your shoulder, secretly.’
‘I love you.’
But the moment is gone, people around them running to get things ready for the show they will have in a few hours. Die is already turning to leave, but Kaoru can’t let him and gently takes a hold of his wrist to keep him there for a few more seconds. Their eyes meet, and Kaoru tries to show his emotions through the contact, hoping the younger man would see right through his mind, his soul. He has never been good with words, never able to say what he really wants to. Still this is important to him, and he wants Die to know it.
In that moment, it feels like he does. Die answers the smile, even brings his hand up to touch the other guitarist’s cheek with his fingertips, so softly that Kaoru wonders if it’s just a dream after all. But the younger man smiles, and that’s really everything that matters. And Kaoru knows, that in the evening when they secretly sneak into the same bed, under the covers and close to each other, he will let it all out. It’s the only moment when he feels safe enough to reveal his most well kept secrets, his feelings. His soul.
When Die is gone to fix last things he needs to do before they go out on stage and play, Kaoru has a short moment to think alone. Mechanically he does everything he needs to do, not paying attention to things around him as he knows everyone is aware of their duties and things will go smoothly.
And now he knows the answer.
An hour later, before they start to get ready to play the gig, the interviewer asks the same question. “What would you do if you only had an hour to live?” Kaoru smiles, laughing softly as he directs his eyes straight at the man who asked the question, despite the presence of the translator. But he doesn’t see a Finnish guy whose job is to ask him a few questions, he looks straight through him. He sees blonde hair, stunning smile, and the deep brown eyes of the man he wants to share his life with. He feels long arms wrap around him, pull him closer and a pair of soft lips press against the side of his neck.
Outwardly he remains completely calm, but inwardly his heart is beating frantically in his chest. Still his smile doesn’t falter, his voice is calm and soft as he replies.
“I’d take a Japanese bath.”
‘With Die.’
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Hm, and I don't know if it was recorded... Probably not, as they showed it from the big screen at the festival before Diru played. If I find it though I'll let ya know.
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(If you happen to know anymore details of it, you are also very welcome to spam :D)
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Sadly, I'd probably momentarily die if he said he'd like to live in a place like Sweden. *remembers old passion for Finland*
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I was happeeh that he liked Finland :D And I hope they'll come back to play here next year too!
You're from Sweden?
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They probably will, one can't tour a country and not come back, not after having said that anyway.
So we can over-interprent that as a promise to come back :D
Hai, all Swedish here. *waves*
... Sorry, I'm in a droky mood ^^;;
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*coughs*
Yeah, they just have to come back. Otherwise there will be a bunch of terribly angry fans here. And everyone knows not to piss of Finns XD
Ja, jag kan tala svenska, men inte så bra XD Jag har glömt allt...
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Yes, I'm that sad. XD
8D ... and you know, all gothy finnish fans that they might have, might actually live up to their reputation of evilness.
But you did that good! Jag kan bara räkna till sex på finska. 'cause all swedes know how to count to sex *suckar*
Oh God, comment of stereotypes x_x
..Oh, and I can swear!! And pronounce it correctly, just, I can't spell it XD *fail*
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Gothy? We're not all gothy... *pout* Although many are though XD
Jag har studerat svenska men det var tre år sen [eller nånting like that XD] och jag har glömt nästan allt. Jag kan försöka säga nånting though XD With a bit of English mixed in between XD
Try to spell it, please? I wanna know what word you mean XD
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D'aaw, look sweet and they'll come back XD
o_o; But it's good! Faktiskt. Svengelska går alltid bra :D
Ehm... "Perkelä"...? Something like that? That, counting to six and kiitos would be all 8D
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Jag skulle praktisera mer med svenska, därför att jag vill inte glömma allt. Men jag har inte tid för att göra det. Gosh this is hard x)
Perkele! Good, almost right :D That's already a beginning.
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8D
Flytta in på biblioteket? o.o Adda alla svenskar du hittar? *tries to be logic*
Thank you ^^;
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haha, varför inte XD Men in biblioteket jag kan inte använda datorn hela tiden, means less livejournal for me x) That'd be bad!
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XD Yes, less LJ is no good :P
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True^^ Me is addicted.
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When one have first mastered LJ, there is no turning back. You can rant all you want, and nobody or everybody may care.
It is good. *nods*
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True XD I'm bad sometimes as I forget to update my journal for long periods of time [just updated though a second ago XD]. But if I'm away I miss the people, and I feel kinda lonely even XD
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The one that I assume was the one I sentimentally deemed as mine on the commuter train home was the one with all of their names upon.
Wack I tell you. It is wack.
Forgive my fangirliness. I just found out about it.
Good Girl XD LJ fuck's up one's social life too XD But I see your point, though I don't have many people on it ^^;
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Yes, all *-*
Deg stuff sell fast 8D I got the wrong shirt when they were here and bought the mens size and not girls, but what the heck, I've got two others :D *got one of all*
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Toshiya's pick :D He threw me straight between the eyes! It even hurt XD
Here, lookie, mah baby:
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Toshiya have turned into a violent boy XD What did you do to him?
But I swear, he wants us to worship him o-o; *will nevr forget Toshiya on his knees with arms up*
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Wasn't it him who angsted ovet throwing a water bottle at a fan...?
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A water bottle? I don't know... o_O
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