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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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