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Title: The Trip to Freedom
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fonulyn
Rating: R
Pairing: ToshiyaxDie
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: One day, Toshiya appears on Die’s doorstep, only to drag him along for a long trip to nowhere. The next month they spend travelling aimlessly, free from their usual world. (wordcount: 2212)
Comments:
fonulyn: Alright, you can blame this one on rheakurokawa :) I did this drabble-meme in my journal, asking for people to give me prompts and something to start from. She gave me a whole bunch of prompts and before I even noticed, I went on a drabble-writing spree XD This one in particular turned to be longer though, so I figured it deserves to be posted as a fic of its own. Written for this prompt, a little selectively since I ignored some pictures and only used the ones that fit my mood XD And hey, if someone wants to request a drabble, the meme is open for all ;) I will be posting the drabbles too, but not one by one and rather as one big bunch. Or not one, they’re too much, but a couple XD
Also, as always, a huge thank you forseinen_no for being there for me and for proofreading this too ;)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
The Trip to Freedom
”A trip?” Die arched an eyebrow questioningly, looking at the younger man like he had just lost his mind. In a way Toshiya had, as the idea had just hit him all suddenly and he hadn’t given it a second thought before just acting on it, packing some of his needed belongings into a backpack and a small green suitcase. Twenty-six minutes later he was standing on Die’s doorstep, beaming like a Cheshire cat, his eyes sparkling with such enthusiasm that it was impossible to ignore.
Forty-seven minutes later Die blamed exactly that smile, that happy expression, for the fact that he was standing at a subway station right beside the bassist, his own red suitcase in one hand and a worn-out backpack on his left shoulder. Neither of them had any idea where they were going, and neither of them really cared. The first stop would be at the central station anyways, and when Die had asked where they would be going Toshiya had just merrily announced that they would see it then. This was their ‘trip to freedom’, as the younger man had worded it, and thus far it was enough for both of them.
”Die? Have you ever been all the way up north?” Toshiya was looking at a huge map of Japan, grinning brightly as he obviously had made up his mind. He wanted to travel there, he wanted to see something he had never seen before. He didn’t want fun-fairs and tourist traps, he didn’t want discotheques and huge cities. He wanted temples and nature, he wanted silent walks and birds chirping, he wanted fishing and camping, he wanted goddamn flowers! And before Die had managed to reply anything more than “Not really…” Toshiya had already headed to the desk and purchased two tickets for them, destination being some shabby little town Die had never even heard of.
In the train, twelve hours later Die fell asleep. The first sign of him drifting off always was the loosening grip on his book, and Toshiya didn’t miss it this time either. It seemed he was too focused on his gameboy to notice anything around him, but in reality he killed poor Mario time and time again while his attention was drawn towards his companion instead. Already the fact that Die had seemed to get stuck reading the same paragraph over and over, not turning a page for half an hour, was hint enough that he was growing tired. Soon enough, the book slowly fell on his lap, his head tilted backwards against the headrest of his seat, his lips slightly parted to let the even breaths through.
When Toshiya was certain that the guitarist wasn’t awake anymore he set down his gameboy finally, openly watching the sleeping man beside him. There always was something distinctive in Die when he slept, something that instantly made Toshiya think of something beautiful; like the soft breeze on a summer night, the moment when you spot the night’s first star, the feeling of warm skin and clean sheets against you on a cold morning when you don’t want to get out of bed at all. Kaoru had once laughed at him for taking all those stalker-ish pictures of sleeping Die, but he had just shrugged it off without an explanation. It would’ve sounded so silly spoken out loud; how he felt when watching the other man sleep.
Die muttered something, obviously not awake still, and instinctively Toshiya moved one arm around him the exact moment when he leaned closer. The guitarist’s head came to a rest on the bassist's broad shoulder, his breath so close it was tickling his neck, his warm body seeking contact even though none of it happened consciously. Smiling, Toshiya ran his fingers through those silky soft strands of hair, allowing his own eyes to fall shut slowly. The night would be long. He could as well sleep a bit.
Twenty-six hours later they were standing on a platform of an almost abandoned looking train station, looking around them. “There’s…” Die hesitated, his eyes wide as he looked at the forest on the right, turning his head only to see the mountains somewhere in the distance to his left. “…nothing. Perfect!” Toshiya filled in the sentence and grabbed the older man’s hand instantly, dragging him further. He turned his head, flashing Die a bright smile over his shoulder as if to encourage him to follow along. The guitarist didn’t need to be told twice and he quickened his steps, tightening his hold on the large, warm hand holding his own.
Fifty-something hours later, Die had quite lost count of time meanwhile, they were already on their way towards the mountains in a small rented car. It was raining heavily, puddles forming on the country-road that was turning seriously muddy with every second. Toshiya was driving, Die dozing off and thinking back to the previous day. Die had to admit that he it had been ages since he had slept so well, the remembrance of the day and night instantly making him smile. The small pension with too short beds and only one hard pillow per person had felt like a mansion, like a luxurious castle. Not that it had mattered that the pillows were seriously low-class, he had used the bassist as a pillow anyways, and there was nothing to complain about that soft, warm human-pillow.
They had eaten out, in a small but charming family restaurant that offered traditional dishes, Toshiya teasing Die by trying to convince him of trying local specialities while Die had been complaining about Toshiya smelling like fish. After three glasses of wine, back in the confines of their small room, he hadn’t minded the kisses tasting like fish, thinking that together with Toshiya’s natural taste it was actually something almost enticing. The sheets were stained with red-wine moments later (something Toshiya spent a good moment apologizing about in the morning when they checked out), their glasses fallen heedlessly on the floor as they got lost within each other.
The next morning Die had woken up curled up right beside the bassist and when he watched those sleepy features he decided he always wanted to wake up like that.
There was a new hotel every night, or a new hostel, new pension, new couch in some friendly person’s living room. Die had forgotten the recharger for his mobile and the battery had been dead for days, cutting one more of their ties to their usual world. Even Toshiya’s mobile was usually switched off, he merely used it to check his messages and voicemail every now and then to ensure nothing was seriously wrong back home. It almost felt that they were in their own little world, living someone else’s lives, as if they didn’t have any obligations or any responsibilities.
And for now, they didn’t.
The autumn rains were getting more frequent and more than once they had to seek shelter from the rain in small coffee shops, stores and even under big trees that seemed to let more water through than they actually kept off them. Toshiya especially loved it when they ran through the rain, laughing and trying to shelter their heads with their jackets, getting soaked wet in the process no matter what they did. Afterwards they would warm each other up with hot kisses, allowing the warmth of a fireplace to dry their clothes and warm their cold skin. Once they even got lucky and found a small hut for rent, spending endless hours on the rug in front of the fireplace, in their own private little universe.
Almost three weeks later Die still had the enthusiasm to take photos of everything he saw. He had bought a whole bunch of memory cards for his camera once they had found a shop big enough to actually sell the right kind, and from then on nothing stopped him from picturing everything he saw. Toshiya was laughing at him for always having his camera ready for a snapshot, teasing him for being such a goddamn tourist and making a fool of himself. Die just shrugged it off though, laughed and said that he wanted to remember this even when he was old and grey, wanted to preserve every second of this and if it meant picturing every statue, every temple, he would bloody well do it.
One evening when Die was taking a long, hot shower (for once alone), Toshiya was lying on the small bed, just staring at the ceiling. Suddenly it occurred to him they hadn’t taken a picture of the hotel room yet, although usually they pictured every place where they stayed. Jumping up he instantly rummaged through Die’s bag (they had gotten rid of the suitcases and bought bigger backpacks) to find the camera, snapping the picture right afterwards. He didn’t even know what possessed him to do it, but slowly he sank down at the edge of the bed and began going through the pictures the other man had taken during the past days.
Slowly his eyes widened and he just stared at the pictures, not knowing what to make of the feelings that were dwelling inside of him. Die wanted to preserve the trip, eh? Wanted to remember the places? A smile crept back on Toshiya’s lips as he chuckled, shaking his head while skimming through the pictures; a tree, Toshiya’s back, a temple, Toshiya laughing, a restaurant, Toshiya pointing at something, a hotel room, Toshiya sleeping, some weird birds, Toshiya, sceneries, Toshiya, another hotel, Toshiya…
When Die came back from the shower he was instantly pinned down against the mattress. Still dripping wet, he gasped surprised as he had no idea what was going on. Even when Toshiya whispered a soft ‘thank you’, followed by an almost inaudible ‘I love you’, Die had no idea what he had done to deserve this. He didn’t really bother though, just allowed himself to get lost in the sweet kisses and slow caresses.
A little over a month later they both looked like they went through an explosion; tired and dirty, bags under their eyes and their hair not washed in days. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere they decided they wanted to get going home, and instead of taking the train they somehow got possessed by the thought to do some hitch-hiking. Several weird acquaintances, plus some nice ones, later they found themselves only a short way from home, in the last hotel of their way. It was raining, again, and somehow they had grown to love the weather as it had been so distinctive during their whole trip. Huge raindrops were drumming against the window, leaving this certain steam behind that effectively prevented them from seeing outside.
Die was lying on his belly, swaying his legs in the air as he watched Toshiya stuff dirty clothes back into one of their bags. He wasn’t wearing anything, they had just used their last (even remotely) clean clothes and now had tried to wash some laundry in the small sink in their room. Now the clothes were dripping wet, placed more or less neatly on the windowsill so that they might once even dry. Toshiya looked tired, for once silent instead of babbling, and still Die couldn’t help but to think that the man was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. No matter how tired, how dirty and how silent the bassist was, he still had that something that always kept Die addicted.
Slowly Die got up, heading towards the small kitchen-corner that took up almost half of the room. In passing by, he slapped the other man’s butt slightly, leaning in to press a small kiss on his neck. Not a single word was exchanged, but after a few minutes Die returned with two cups of strong coffee, handing one to the younger man.
Smiling at each other, they sat down on the edge of the bed and just enjoyed the silence.
Two days after returning home it felt like they had never even been away. Die was sitting on the balcony of his home, now their home as they had decided it made no sense to keep two apartments when they spent practically every waking hour together anyways. He didn’t even turn his head when he heard the soft click of the door. The presence was something so familiar that he recognized the other man already by his soft footsteps, by the pace of his movements.
Only when the younger man stopped and sat down beside him, he turned his head to smile at him honestly. Grinning, Toshiya held up a bottle of booze he had found somewhere, instantly taking a long sip before handing the bottle to the guitarist.
In mere seconds Die was leaning against Toshiya’s shoulder, Toshiya sneaking one arm around Die’s lithe form. Together they were gazing at the horizon, at the setting sun and the colours of the rainbow that was curving over the sky. The air was still clear from the cool rain that had just stopped a few moments ago, the last clouds still lingering above them.
Die smiled and closed his eyes when he felt Toshiya’s warm lips against his temple.
Author:
fonulynRating: R
Pairing: ToshiyaxDie
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: One day, Toshiya appears on Die’s doorstep, only to drag him along for a long trip to nowhere. The next month they spend travelling aimlessly, free from their usual world. (wordcount: 2212)
Comments:
fonulyn: Alright, you can blame this one on rheakurokawa :) I did this drabble-meme in my journal, asking for people to give me prompts and something to start from. She gave me a whole bunch of prompts and before I even noticed, I went on a drabble-writing spree XD This one in particular turned to be longer though, so I figured it deserves to be posted as a fic of its own. Written for this prompt, a little selectively since I ignored some pictures and only used the ones that fit my mood XD And hey, if someone wants to request a drabble, the meme is open for all ;) I will be posting the drabbles too, but not one by one and rather as one big bunch. Or not one, they’re too much, but a couple XDAlso, as always, a huge thank you for
seinen_no for being there for me and for proofreading this too ;)And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
”A trip?” Die arched an eyebrow questioningly, looking at the younger man like he had just lost his mind. In a way Toshiya had, as the idea had just hit him all suddenly and he hadn’t given it a second thought before just acting on it, packing some of his needed belongings into a backpack and a small green suitcase. Twenty-six minutes later he was standing on Die’s doorstep, beaming like a Cheshire cat, his eyes sparkling with such enthusiasm that it was impossible to ignore.
Forty-seven minutes later Die blamed exactly that smile, that happy expression, for the fact that he was standing at a subway station right beside the bassist, his own red suitcase in one hand and a worn-out backpack on his left shoulder. Neither of them had any idea where they were going, and neither of them really cared. The first stop would be at the central station anyways, and when Die had asked where they would be going Toshiya had just merrily announced that they would see it then. This was their ‘trip to freedom’, as the younger man had worded it, and thus far it was enough for both of them.
”Die? Have you ever been all the way up north?” Toshiya was looking at a huge map of Japan, grinning brightly as he obviously had made up his mind. He wanted to travel there, he wanted to see something he had never seen before. He didn’t want fun-fairs and tourist traps, he didn’t want discotheques and huge cities. He wanted temples and nature, he wanted silent walks and birds chirping, he wanted fishing and camping, he wanted goddamn flowers! And before Die had managed to reply anything more than “Not really…” Toshiya had already headed to the desk and purchased two tickets for them, destination being some shabby little town Die had never even heard of.
In the train, twelve hours later Die fell asleep. The first sign of him drifting off always was the loosening grip on his book, and Toshiya didn’t miss it this time either. It seemed he was too focused on his gameboy to notice anything around him, but in reality he killed poor Mario time and time again while his attention was drawn towards his companion instead. Already the fact that Die had seemed to get stuck reading the same paragraph over and over, not turning a page for half an hour, was hint enough that he was growing tired. Soon enough, the book slowly fell on his lap, his head tilted backwards against the headrest of his seat, his lips slightly parted to let the even breaths through.
When Toshiya was certain that the guitarist wasn’t awake anymore he set down his gameboy finally, openly watching the sleeping man beside him. There always was something distinctive in Die when he slept, something that instantly made Toshiya think of something beautiful; like the soft breeze on a summer night, the moment when you spot the night’s first star, the feeling of warm skin and clean sheets against you on a cold morning when you don’t want to get out of bed at all. Kaoru had once laughed at him for taking all those stalker-ish pictures of sleeping Die, but he had just shrugged it off without an explanation. It would’ve sounded so silly spoken out loud; how he felt when watching the other man sleep.
Die muttered something, obviously not awake still, and instinctively Toshiya moved one arm around him the exact moment when he leaned closer. The guitarist’s head came to a rest on the bassist's broad shoulder, his breath so close it was tickling his neck, his warm body seeking contact even though none of it happened consciously. Smiling, Toshiya ran his fingers through those silky soft strands of hair, allowing his own eyes to fall shut slowly. The night would be long. He could as well sleep a bit.
Twenty-six hours later they were standing on a platform of an almost abandoned looking train station, looking around them. “There’s…” Die hesitated, his eyes wide as he looked at the forest on the right, turning his head only to see the mountains somewhere in the distance to his left. “…nothing. Perfect!” Toshiya filled in the sentence and grabbed the older man’s hand instantly, dragging him further. He turned his head, flashing Die a bright smile over his shoulder as if to encourage him to follow along. The guitarist didn’t need to be told twice and he quickened his steps, tightening his hold on the large, warm hand holding his own.
Fifty-something hours later, Die had quite lost count of time meanwhile, they were already on their way towards the mountains in a small rented car. It was raining heavily, puddles forming on the country-road that was turning seriously muddy with every second. Toshiya was driving, Die dozing off and thinking back to the previous day. Die had to admit that he it had been ages since he had slept so well, the remembrance of the day and night instantly making him smile. The small pension with too short beds and only one hard pillow per person had felt like a mansion, like a luxurious castle. Not that it had mattered that the pillows were seriously low-class, he had used the bassist as a pillow anyways, and there was nothing to complain about that soft, warm human-pillow.
They had eaten out, in a small but charming family restaurant that offered traditional dishes, Toshiya teasing Die by trying to convince him of trying local specialities while Die had been complaining about Toshiya smelling like fish. After three glasses of wine, back in the confines of their small room, he hadn’t minded the kisses tasting like fish, thinking that together with Toshiya’s natural taste it was actually something almost enticing. The sheets were stained with red-wine moments later (something Toshiya spent a good moment apologizing about in the morning when they checked out), their glasses fallen heedlessly on the floor as they got lost within each other.
The next morning Die had woken up curled up right beside the bassist and when he watched those sleepy features he decided he always wanted to wake up like that.
There was a new hotel every night, or a new hostel, new pension, new couch in some friendly person’s living room. Die had forgotten the recharger for his mobile and the battery had been dead for days, cutting one more of their ties to their usual world. Even Toshiya’s mobile was usually switched off, he merely used it to check his messages and voicemail every now and then to ensure nothing was seriously wrong back home. It almost felt that they were in their own little world, living someone else’s lives, as if they didn’t have any obligations or any responsibilities.
And for now, they didn’t.
The autumn rains were getting more frequent and more than once they had to seek shelter from the rain in small coffee shops, stores and even under big trees that seemed to let more water through than they actually kept off them. Toshiya especially loved it when they ran through the rain, laughing and trying to shelter their heads with their jackets, getting soaked wet in the process no matter what they did. Afterwards they would warm each other up with hot kisses, allowing the warmth of a fireplace to dry their clothes and warm their cold skin. Once they even got lucky and found a small hut for rent, spending endless hours on the rug in front of the fireplace, in their own private little universe.
Almost three weeks later Die still had the enthusiasm to take photos of everything he saw. He had bought a whole bunch of memory cards for his camera once they had found a shop big enough to actually sell the right kind, and from then on nothing stopped him from picturing everything he saw. Toshiya was laughing at him for always having his camera ready for a snapshot, teasing him for being such a goddamn tourist and making a fool of himself. Die just shrugged it off though, laughed and said that he wanted to remember this even when he was old and grey, wanted to preserve every second of this and if it meant picturing every statue, every temple, he would bloody well do it.
One evening when Die was taking a long, hot shower (for once alone), Toshiya was lying on the small bed, just staring at the ceiling. Suddenly it occurred to him they hadn’t taken a picture of the hotel room yet, although usually they pictured every place where they stayed. Jumping up he instantly rummaged through Die’s bag (they had gotten rid of the suitcases and bought bigger backpacks) to find the camera, snapping the picture right afterwards. He didn’t even know what possessed him to do it, but slowly he sank down at the edge of the bed and began going through the pictures the other man had taken during the past days.
Slowly his eyes widened and he just stared at the pictures, not knowing what to make of the feelings that were dwelling inside of him. Die wanted to preserve the trip, eh? Wanted to remember the places? A smile crept back on Toshiya’s lips as he chuckled, shaking his head while skimming through the pictures; a tree, Toshiya’s back, a temple, Toshiya laughing, a restaurant, Toshiya pointing at something, a hotel room, Toshiya sleeping, some weird birds, Toshiya, sceneries, Toshiya, another hotel, Toshiya…
When Die came back from the shower he was instantly pinned down against the mattress. Still dripping wet, he gasped surprised as he had no idea what was going on. Even when Toshiya whispered a soft ‘thank you’, followed by an almost inaudible ‘I love you’, Die had no idea what he had done to deserve this. He didn’t really bother though, just allowed himself to get lost in the sweet kisses and slow caresses.
A little over a month later they both looked like they went through an explosion; tired and dirty, bags under their eyes and their hair not washed in days. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere they decided they wanted to get going home, and instead of taking the train they somehow got possessed by the thought to do some hitch-hiking. Several weird acquaintances, plus some nice ones, later they found themselves only a short way from home, in the last hotel of their way. It was raining, again, and somehow they had grown to love the weather as it had been so distinctive during their whole trip. Huge raindrops were drumming against the window, leaving this certain steam behind that effectively prevented them from seeing outside.
Die was lying on his belly, swaying his legs in the air as he watched Toshiya stuff dirty clothes back into one of their bags. He wasn’t wearing anything, they had just used their last (even remotely) clean clothes and now had tried to wash some laundry in the small sink in their room. Now the clothes were dripping wet, placed more or less neatly on the windowsill so that they might once even dry. Toshiya looked tired, for once silent instead of babbling, and still Die couldn’t help but to think that the man was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. No matter how tired, how dirty and how silent the bassist was, he still had that something that always kept Die addicted.
Slowly Die got up, heading towards the small kitchen-corner that took up almost half of the room. In passing by, he slapped the other man’s butt slightly, leaning in to press a small kiss on his neck. Not a single word was exchanged, but after a few minutes Die returned with two cups of strong coffee, handing one to the younger man.
Smiling at each other, they sat down on the edge of the bed and just enjoyed the silence.
Two days after returning home it felt like they had never even been away. Die was sitting on the balcony of his home, now their home as they had decided it made no sense to keep two apartments when they spent practically every waking hour together anyways. He didn’t even turn his head when he heard the soft click of the door. The presence was something so familiar that he recognized the other man already by his soft footsteps, by the pace of his movements.
Only when the younger man stopped and sat down beside him, he turned his head to smile at him honestly. Grinning, Toshiya held up a bottle of booze he had found somewhere, instantly taking a long sip before handing the bottle to the guitarist.
In mere seconds Die was leaning against Toshiya’s shoulder, Toshiya sneaking one arm around Die’s lithe form. Together they were gazing at the horizon, at the setting sun and the colours of the rainbow that was curving over the sky. The air was still clear from the cool rain that had just stopped a few moments ago, the last clouds still lingering above them.
Die smiled and closed his eyes when he felt Toshiya’s warm lips against his temple.
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aaaanyway
i loved this like you have no idea. and yes, i may be biased since i tend to love travel stories, but this was absolutely wonderful. had that whole road-movie vibe to it, of friendship and lover-ship (hehe, inventing words) rekindled, and love found and cherished... i love how most travel stories become stories of a journey, but also of selfdiscovery, acceptance, growing and so on. i loved all the details (so many details), the little histories and moments, the pictures, the glimpses, everything. it had a music to it, kinda like an amateur youtube of a journey put on indie music. loved it. seriously
i'm so happy you're on a writing spree :)
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Aw but I am so happy that you liked the ficcie :) I surely loved writing it. Somehow, from the first picture on, it had this certain flow and I didn't even need to really think. I just typed XD I sweat, some higher force was using me as a tool to type it down *lol XD Aaanyways, I'm glad you mentioned the friendship and lover-ship (I love the word XD) and love found, since that was exactly what I was hoping would get across! Along with the few stolen moments away from the world, just carefree traveling :)
Thank you again! And I hope to get some more stuff written. Drabbles at least!
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And they were just perfect, I loved the way you described it all...I'm really tired and brain dead so this is the best I can come up with ...i love it
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It’s also significant that Die can’t refuse his request because of his smile. It’s like he’d never be able to refuse anything that Toshiya wanted because he’s willing to do anything to make him happy. They don’t even care where they end up, as long as they’re together and, even though the feeling is mutual for both parties, I like the way neither of them realise it at this point. People often don’t see what’s right in front of them and it’s good when a writer can bring that into their story. Makes it seem more realistic, at least, in my opinion.
The whole train scene was gorgeous. I loved Toshiya’s total disinterest in his game because of the sleeping Die next to him, though I doubt Mario would feel the same way. I also like his hesitance, the fact that he doesn’t openly watch his companion. It just makes it seem more real.
like the soft breeze on a summer night, the moment when you spot the night’s first star, the feeling of warm skin and clean sheets against you on a cold morning when you don’t want to get out of bed at all
That was just beautiful, like it actually made me go :O and it takes a lot to make me do that. It just underlines what I was saying earlier and really, it speaks for itself, telling the reader just how special Die is to Tosh, if they didn’t get the hint already. Then, Die goes and shifts so he’s on Toshi’s shoulder, which made my brain melt and makes Tosh all content and aww… so cute.
I love their relationship in this. Of course, I love the other ones you’ve written but this is just really nice to read because it’s so soft and sweet, even though, as other people have mentioned, it feels a bit melancholy. It just adds another dimension to the pairing, if you see what I mean? After having hot smut, it’s good to have something that’s relaxed and gives another side to their relationship, showing that these two work together. Though I’m sure some people still don’t believe it.
It’s good to see how their relationship develops the longer they travel together, from hesitant and non-existent to full on and flourishing. The whole story has just got such a nice feel to it with a bit of humour as well to help it flow - I especially liked the fishy kisses and Die’s photos xD
Another thing that I thought was great was the fact that it’s hinted that they’ve slept together but not outright explicitly stated. I just felt that worked better, keeps it easy going and sweet, but adds extra depth to their relationship. Plus, the reader can imagine what they want, ne? :3
I really really loved it. It kinda felt… magical *____*
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I often like writing stories that way, beginning them straight with business and jumping somewhere into it instead of having long explanations in the beginning. I always liked doing that, and I think it works too x) And I'm really glad that you think so too, that you liked the beginning!
Of course it has to be Die Toshiya wants to take along to the trip, it just has to be! 8D haha and of course Die can't refuse any request from Toshiya because of his smile XD Those are just facts. *coughs* At least in my delirious fangirl-mind XD I'm glad you noticed those and pointed them out though, since they indeed were meaningful :D
Gosh and you're so right about what you said. People often don't see their happiness, don't find it even if it'd slap them in the face! But then again, it makes it even sweeter, in a way, when you finally do realize that you had your happiness all along. All you had to do was to reach out for it :)
Aw and I'm so happy (I'm repeating myself XD) that you liked the train scene! I totally loved the image in my head and I was hoping, so much, that I would manage to bring it across at least decently! It's supposed to be such a warm moment, still somewhat hesitant, and if I managed to capture at least a fragment of that I'm happy! Poor Mario though XD
Trust me, I take that as a compliment! A big compliment <3 haha and does it make me weird that the image of Die sleeping against Toshiya's shoulder always makes me go all 'awwww *happysmile* awwww'? XD
The melancholy just forced its way into the story, I didn't originally want it there really. But I couldn't keep it away either, and now that it's done, I know why. It's just supposed to be there. It's this once in a lifetime occasion, a trip that will never happen again, not like that. It's their personal growth, them finding their way to each other, and it will remain forever special. So of course it has to be a little melancholy too :) I just didn't see it instantly when I began writing.
I know exactly what you mean with that! It's good to see all the sides in the pairing, from the hot smut to the mellow moments and even the melancholy stuff. That's what I love the most in Die/Toshiya (and Die/Kaoru which obviously is my other fav), they're so versatile, they're so complex and there are so many things between them. Gods I love that XD And I still can't grasp why not everyone loves the pairs XD C'mon they're amazing!
haha, the fishy kisses made me giggle too and I would love to see those photos! I think it was something they needed, the trip, to even get their relationship going in a way. It gave them the needed freedom from everyday life, from the usual worries and they could just focus on what they felt! Which is, of course, undying love for each other *coughs* 8D
You're right with that too *nods* Explicit sex didn't seem to fit in at all. That's why I only chose to hint at it, and make it sound like they were all over each other XD I do love smut, but there's a time and place for everything. And now wasn't the time for smut. It would've really broken the flow, I think.
Aw and now that you used the word 'magical' to describe it, that makes me even happier! *blush* I have no words for this, I'm just grinning here like an idiot XD I'm sooo happy that you liked it, and that the mood came across! And thank you so much again for the long and sweet comment! :D *hugs*
haha, apologies if I sound incoherent and weird, I'm dead tired and about to head to bed XD
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Same, though sometimes a flowery intro works. You've just gotta know when to use them and when to just get to the bloody point. Like with this story, it's all about what's happening then and there between the two characters. You don't need to know what Die ate for breakfast or what marvelous shade of blue the sky was.
Of course. If I was going away on an epic adventure and I had Die's number, he'd be the first person I'd ring xD Eeeeeeeh Toshiya's smile *brain dies*
The train scene was epic, trust me. And I'm sure Mario deserved it for some reason... I just don't know what that reason is. Attempting to distract Tosh from Die? I'll go with that.
xD If that makes you weird, then I guess I'm weird too. It's just such squee-worthy imagery, since Die's cute when he's sleeping anyway, minus the Toshiya *stares at photographic evidence of cute sleepy Die*
I don't think the melancholy is a bad thing at all. I agree it's meant to be there. Kinda like the end of a holiday feeling where you have to come to terms with getting back to reality. And the whole feeling of not wanting it to end highlights how special it was for them.
Good, I was worried I made no sense. And yeah that's exactly what I meant. Maybe people don't see the versatility? Wow, I never guessed DxK was your fave! xD With both pairings (and Die/Kyo which for some reason is like... my OTP atm), there's so much you can do with it but maybe people can't think outside the box of just seeing them as bandmates? I dunno what I'm talking about xD I'm tired now. Been walking round the East end all day - photography exhibition and buying Doc Martens (I also bought Japanese food from a man that reminded me of Kaoru. Only happier. xD) Heh, I'm babbling again.
Yes! It's just like... their chance to get closer, get to know each other better and unleash the love within *clenches fist dramatically*
I love smut too. I have the mind of a teenage boy .___. Sex every seven seconds. But yes it would've ruined the flow, kinda... cheapened it? I can't really explain what I mean... :/
Haha, I said 'magical' in a really creepy voice when I typed it. But it was. I blushed myself coz I used the word magical xD Of all words. But it was. :3 And the mood did more than come across. It hit me in the face. *hugs back* You're welcome!
Naw that made total sense. Sleep tight :3 I'll probably be going to bed when my parents stop watching Titanic. .___.
That film is fucking long. D:
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Yeah of course sometimes a flowery intro works best. It depends all on the story, and sometimes it's needed to have much in the beginning to create a certain mood. heh but here, the whole trip was what it circled around so everything that happened before could just be ignored XD
Honestly though, if I was going on an epic adventure I would want BOTH Die and Toshiya along XD They seem like they can have so much fun too!
Oh, you're right. Trying to distract Tosh from Die deserves a capital punishment. Poor Mario though x) Gosh, and just to think how damn cute sleeping-Die is, I'm not sure if I could take the scene if Tosh was added into it! It could be just too much epic cuteness!
Somehow travel-fics have the tendency to become kind of melancholy. I do like it, but I swear, once I will write a happyhappy travel fic too just to prove myself it can be done XD
Maybe people just don't LIKE the versatility? Many seem to want pairs where one is a clear "girl" and one is a clear guy, and then they just enhance the stereotypes. What I don't get, though, is that why don't they then write actual het with a REAL girl included instead of making some poor guy like a girl.
haha, it's hard to guess my preferences XD Though right now, I love D/T at least equally much. It's like having two OTPs all at once! Aww and Die/Kyo was the first pairing I ever liked ♥ I still have such a soft spot for them.
A man that reminded you of Kaoru? XD I would've loved to see him too.
Sex every seven seconds? Are you sure the breaks last that long? XD I would say my mind circles around hot jrock-smut every two seconds at least XD
Magical was really a nice choice of words :) Still makes me smile! Thanks again :D
Oh yes, it is fucking long... I've only seen Titanic once, and it's been ages ago, so I don't even really remember it properly XD
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True say. As long as Toshiya pays for his own food, then he can come too. xD If only such things as joining a Diru roadtrip were possible. *sighs*
Well, I guess Mario gets second chances :3 I hope he's learnt his lesson *frowns* And aye, I think my brain would explode from the adorableness *____*
Hehe, I'm sure you could do it :)
Really? :/ That's kinda weird... I like both of them being equal, or at the very least, both having some form of dominance over the other. Booo for stereotypes as well. Yeah exactly, that would make more sense. Though... they probably find it awkward .___. I tried writing het before. I didn't like it much xD
xD Nah... I did kinda guess that DxK was your fave... firstly by journal layouts. Then the fact that you have like... millions of DxK fics. xD But then again, I always say that I love DxT the most and yet most of what I've written involves Kao instead of Toshi .___. I don't understand how that happened. And yeah, DiexKyo was the first pairing I even thought about. They took my Diru fanfic virginity and now I guess I should be loyal to the pairing :3
He was wearing a strange hat and shirt but was very friendly. Must have thought I was insane coz I was like "I'll have fried chicken please!" with this massive grin on my face xD I'd have taken a picture if I took my camera but that would've freaked him out more, I suppose.
Well it's a constant loop of porno... but I tried to sound less perverted. :3 Didn't work.
:3 And as a result I'm smiling.
I remember the key moments but now I have Celine Dion in my head .___. Do not want.
Ah well it's given me inspiration for a comic thing xD
Oh, I'm hoping to draw something for the DxK thingy because I think I might actually be able to draw again *is happy*
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Aw I would love a roadtrip with them, so much *sigh* But I'm afraid that it won't ever happen, except for in my dreams XD Hey but at least we can always imagine things x)
Mario has several lives XD
I think it's weird as well! But some people really seem to want them like that. I dunno why, since I at least don't like that. But then again, I have personal dislikes towards those pairings anyways XD heh, I skipped het altogether, only tried reading like one fic and then decided I don't like it XD
Well, D/K used to be the number one favorite for a long long time x) It still is, though nowadays it has to share the spot with D/T! haha, and I DO have a D/T friends only -banner at least XD
hehe, that might've freaked him XD But sounds like fun!
I know the truth! So no need to try appear less perverted XD
I hope you'll manage to draw something! It would be really amazing :D
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