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So this is the last multi-drabble post for now :) I have a few short ficlets to post still and those will follow one of these days, promised. Plus ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seinen_no and I are working on a multichaptered fic as well, so you can look forward to it ;D It will be only posted in October though as it's written for the D/K Oktoberfest (join! ;D). Anyways, here are some drabbles to kill some time ;)
• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: here
There is something utterly adorable in Kaoru when he sleeps, at least if one asks Die. Even now, the older guitarist passed out beside the kitchen table, lying over some crumpled papers and still holding the coffee-cup in his right hand. When Die steps closer he sees the dried bread on the small plate, the coffee stains on the papers in the middle of some randomly scribbled notes, the ink stains on Kaoru's cheek.
Smiling gently Die reaches to take off the glasses that the older man has recently taken to wearing while reading and writing, setting them aside on the table. Moving silently, slowly, not to wake the other man up, he takes the dishes as well. The dried bread goes to waste, the rest of the cold coffee down the drain. After shortly rinsing the cup, Die sets it down in the sink to be washed later, and instead turns around to watch the sleeping man.
Instinctively he reaches out, runs his fingers over the soft puff of hair and allows his fingertips to caress the smooth expanse of the older man's neck. When Kaoru moves a bit, murmuring something sleepy, Die crouches down beside the chair to look at him from below. Smiling he brushes away a long strand of hair that's tickling Kaoru's nose, only to cup that soft cheek in his palm.
"C'mon, old man," his voice is soft when it resonates in the still air of the room, "let's go to bed."
***
• Kaoru/OFC
• PG
• prompt: breaking the rules
It was raining, and weather like that always got Kaoru into a weird, brooding mood. He could stand in front of the window for ages, just staring outside and into the rain, thinking of everything and nothing. Whenever something was bothering him, he was like rooted on the spot, not moving an inch.
She had learned that already long ago. She knew when to leave him be, knew when to go to him and try to cheer him up. So when a pair of arms suddenly was wrapped around Kaoru's waist from behind, a warm presence pressing against his back, the embrace was more than welcomed. Even though the woman giving that embrace was also the reason to his brooding.
It had been his own rule. His own decision. Never let yourself get vulnerable, never open up your heart or you get hurt. Never allow anyone too close, never let your guard down. Always be independent. And now that his hard shell was cracking, he felt exposed. He was scared.
She didn't ask anything, she didn't even expect him to tell her what was wrong. Instead, she just released him from the warm embrace, making him turn around to look him in the eye. "Now we go out. Have you ever danced in the rain?"
The question earned a disbelieving look from Kaoru. Had he ever danced in the rain? He was a rockstar, goddamnit, a serious guitarist of a well known band. Had he ever danced in the rain? Hell no. But he didn't have the time for more than to open his mouth, to give a little headshake, and he was cut off again.
"C'mon, don't be such a spoil sport!" She laughed, grabbing his hand to tug on it, urging him to follow her. With a small headshake and a grin Kaoru allowed himself to be pulled outside, stopping on the doorway as it indeed was raining quite heavily.
She noticed him hesitating and just smiled, leaning in to plant a soft kiss in the corner of his mouth. When she leaned back she was smiling, her eyes sparkling with pure enthusiasm. Slowly she released his hand, chuckling as their fingertips brushed together.
When he watched her dance through the rain, he couldn't help but to smile. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. To fall in love.
***
• Die/Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: consolation prize
Toshiya has always admired how Die handles fans. It's not that he only bears them because he's famous, and talks to them because he feels he has to. No, Die actually seems to enjoy taking contact to fans, seems to like chatting them up and signing a few autographs. There is this honest sparkle in his eyes when he's surrounded by admirers, an irresistible smile on his lips and he is practically shining.
Toshiya has always loved that in Die. How he genuinely likes people. And wants people to like him.
Then there are moments, when Toshiya hates that in Die. Hates his tendency to take everything into heart, hates the way he lets even the smallest of things bring him down. Hates the fans for doing that to Die. A few carelessly spoken words, in English, when the fans don't realize they could hear them, or understand them.
It was only Die again.
How I wish I could meet anyone else once! But it's just Die.
To anyone else, Die still looks casual. But Toshiya can see how his smile is hollow, forced on his lips and means nothing at all. How his eyes are dead, the usual sparkle long gone. How his shoulders hunch just barely noticeably like the weight of the world is set on them. Toshiya can barely feel the way the words tear at Die, how they slash through him and make him wince.
That is the moment when Toshiya wants to explode. He wants to rage and yell at the thoughtless fans, tell them how they - unintentionally maybe - trample on the fragile self-confidence that Die has managed to build up finally, after all the issues he's had with himself.
That is the moment when Toshiya wants to just walk to Die, wrap his arms around him and hug him tight. He wants to hold him against his chest until he can feel the tension melt away.
To him, he's never only Die. To him he is special.
Later in the night, when the whole band finally gets into the tour bus after the concert, Toshiya wordlessly pulls Die along. He doesn't say anything, doesn't give a single explanation. He only grabs Die's hand and takes him to the back of the bus, takes him to bed.
There, behind the closed curtain, he shows Die what he feels. Shows him how much he's cared for, how much he's adored, how much he's respected, how much he's loved. Shows him how special he is.
Soon Die is smiling again. Because of Toshiya.
Right then, he feels like there's nothing that can drag him down again.
***
• Kaoru/Shinya
• PG
• prompt: consideration
Kaoru has a feeling that he's becoming old.
He has never been one to make long-term plans, not when it's about years and years to come. His world has always revolved around their next single, the next tour, the next album, the next DVD collection. The band used to be his life for so long that he doesn't know anything else. He doesn't know how to exist differently.
Lately, everything has been different. There hasn't been any big changes in his life, nothing that would've provoked such thoughts; he had been in a steady relationship for years, work was routine and he enjoyed it still, he didn't even have any financial troubles. And yet he found himself thinking of the future all too often for his own liking.
He's been having doubts. Is this what he wanted from his life? Maybe there would've been another path still. Something else, something more fulfilling or something more challenging. Maybe he should've made something differently during his life. He doesn't know how to silence the nagging thoughts.
No matter how often he's been trying to make those doubts vanish, he hasn't been successful. And yet, all it takes is a perfectly normal morning in the end.
Now that he's standing there, watching how Shinya grabs his keys and slides on his jacket, something suddenly seems to fall into place. He doesn't know why, but suddenly he is sure that this is exactly what he wants.
What he needs.
Wordlessly he reaches out just when the drummer is about to open the door, grabs his wrist and pulls him close for a slow, affectionate kiss. Shinya startles a little, and yet it only takes a split second before he responds.
"What was that for?" His voice is low and he doesn't even try to hold back the soft smile that instantly appears on his lips as they pull apart.
He only receives a grin and a shrug.
***
• Die/Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: here
Toshiya has always thought that the moment just before sunrise is magical. It is the moment when the whole world is still, when everything stops and the Earth just inhales before waking up to a brand new day. It's the moment when the nature rests, when the birds are silent and colors dim, the first rays of the rising sun peeking up from beneath the horizon. It's breathtaking.
Die has never been a morning person. He struggles enough trying to fall asleep, trying to gain enough rest through the frequent nightmares. So when he actually sleeps, he tends to sleep as long as he possibly can, only get up when the sun is high on the sky. He likes his sleep as much as he needs it, and if he's bereaved of his precious morning hours of rest, he can be unbearable the whole day.
Still, there he is, at four am standing on the small balcony, leaning against the railing. The metal feels cool against the bare skin of his arm, and still he doesn't pull away and just keeps gazing at the horizon. A door creaks open and suddenly he's not alone, there's a familiar presence near him, the rustling of cloth, soft padding of feet on the floor.
The tiniest of chuckles reaches Die's ears when a blanket is suddenly wrapped around his form from behind, a pair of strong arms sneaking around his waist to pull him close. He is still cold, a shudder going through him when the warmth slowly begins to seep into him. Almost too easily Toshiya pushes one hand beneath the blanket, gently rubbing on the cold skin of Die's arm to warm it up again.
There they stand, silent. The world stops turning for a moment, the Mother Nature inhales just before waking up. Then there's a soft whiff of wind, a bird singing somewhere in the distance.
Together they watch as the sun slowly creeps up on the sky.
***
• Die/Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: here
Big drops of water are running down Toshiya's skin. His hair is dripping, the water getting stuck on every curve of his body when he steps out of the shower. Blindly, he reaches for a towel, wrapping it around his lean form. Another towel serves to help him dry his hair, as he's rubbing on it furiously. He's too lazy to use a blow dryer, now that he doesn't need to go anywhere and can let his hair dry on its own.
He doesn't bother to get dressed before he heads over to the kitchen, only wrapped in the towel still. The delicious scent of fresh coffee is lingering in the air, alluring and inviting, and without even noticing it he speeds up his steps a little bit when he walks across the living room. Bright rays of light are reflecting into the room through the large windows, the curtains already pulled aside to reveal the blue, clear sky.
When he steps into the kitchen, he is instantly greeted with a smile and a happy 'Good morning'. Die is standing beside the counter, finishing up a few sandwiches he has compiled. Still smiling he gestures for Toshiya to take a seat, setting a mugful of steaming hot coffee in front of him. Merrily he announces that for once, he felt like playing a good housewife and wanted to make them some breakfast.
Toshiya definitely knows how to appreciate that. Smiling, he takes the coffee and brings it close to his nose, just inhaling the scent deeply. This is exactly how he likes his mornings. A nice, hot shower and a good breakfast in the best company imaginable.
When Die takes a seat right beside him, he thinks that this just can't get any better.
***
If you want to request a drabble, head over here :)
seinen_no and I are working on a multichaptered fic as well, so you can look forward to it ;D It will be only posted in October though as it's written for the D/K Oktoberfest (join! ;D). Anyways, here are some drabbles to kill some time ;)• Die/Kaoru
• PG
• prompt: here
There is something utterly adorable in Kaoru when he sleeps, at least if one asks Die. Even now, the older guitarist passed out beside the kitchen table, lying over some crumpled papers and still holding the coffee-cup in his right hand. When Die steps closer he sees the dried bread on the small plate, the coffee stains on the papers in the middle of some randomly scribbled notes, the ink stains on Kaoru's cheek.
Smiling gently Die reaches to take off the glasses that the older man has recently taken to wearing while reading and writing, setting them aside on the table. Moving silently, slowly, not to wake the other man up, he takes the dishes as well. The dried bread goes to waste, the rest of the cold coffee down the drain. After shortly rinsing the cup, Die sets it down in the sink to be washed later, and instead turns around to watch the sleeping man.
Instinctively he reaches out, runs his fingers over the soft puff of hair and allows his fingertips to caress the smooth expanse of the older man's neck. When Kaoru moves a bit, murmuring something sleepy, Die crouches down beside the chair to look at him from below. Smiling he brushes away a long strand of hair that's tickling Kaoru's nose, only to cup that soft cheek in his palm.
"C'mon, old man," his voice is soft when it resonates in the still air of the room, "let's go to bed."
***
• Kaoru/OFC
• PG
• prompt: breaking the rules
It was raining, and weather like that always got Kaoru into a weird, brooding mood. He could stand in front of the window for ages, just staring outside and into the rain, thinking of everything and nothing. Whenever something was bothering him, he was like rooted on the spot, not moving an inch.
She had learned that already long ago. She knew when to leave him be, knew when to go to him and try to cheer him up. So when a pair of arms suddenly was wrapped around Kaoru's waist from behind, a warm presence pressing against his back, the embrace was more than welcomed. Even though the woman giving that embrace was also the reason to his brooding.
It had been his own rule. His own decision. Never let yourself get vulnerable, never open up your heart or you get hurt. Never allow anyone too close, never let your guard down. Always be independent. And now that his hard shell was cracking, he felt exposed. He was scared.
She didn't ask anything, she didn't even expect him to tell her what was wrong. Instead, she just released him from the warm embrace, making him turn around to look him in the eye. "Now we go out. Have you ever danced in the rain?"
The question earned a disbelieving look from Kaoru. Had he ever danced in the rain? He was a rockstar, goddamnit, a serious guitarist of a well known band. Had he ever danced in the rain? Hell no. But he didn't have the time for more than to open his mouth, to give a little headshake, and he was cut off again.
"C'mon, don't be such a spoil sport!" She laughed, grabbing his hand to tug on it, urging him to follow her. With a small headshake and a grin Kaoru allowed himself to be pulled outside, stopping on the doorway as it indeed was raining quite heavily.
She noticed him hesitating and just smiled, leaning in to plant a soft kiss in the corner of his mouth. When she leaned back she was smiling, her eyes sparkling with pure enthusiasm. Slowly she released his hand, chuckling as their fingertips brushed together.
When he watched her dance through the rain, he couldn't help but to smile. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing. To fall in love.
***
• Die/Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: consolation prize
Toshiya has always admired how Die handles fans. It's not that he only bears them because he's famous, and talks to them because he feels he has to. No, Die actually seems to enjoy taking contact to fans, seems to like chatting them up and signing a few autographs. There is this honest sparkle in his eyes when he's surrounded by admirers, an irresistible smile on his lips and he is practically shining.
Toshiya has always loved that in Die. How he genuinely likes people. And wants people to like him.
Then there are moments, when Toshiya hates that in Die. Hates his tendency to take everything into heart, hates the way he lets even the smallest of things bring him down. Hates the fans for doing that to Die. A few carelessly spoken words, in English, when the fans don't realize they could hear them, or understand them.
It was only Die again.
How I wish I could meet anyone else once! But it's just Die.
To anyone else, Die still looks casual. But Toshiya can see how his smile is hollow, forced on his lips and means nothing at all. How his eyes are dead, the usual sparkle long gone. How his shoulders hunch just barely noticeably like the weight of the world is set on them. Toshiya can barely feel the way the words tear at Die, how they slash through him and make him wince.
That is the moment when Toshiya wants to explode. He wants to rage and yell at the thoughtless fans, tell them how they - unintentionally maybe - trample on the fragile self-confidence that Die has managed to build up finally, after all the issues he's had with himself.
That is the moment when Toshiya wants to just walk to Die, wrap his arms around him and hug him tight. He wants to hold him against his chest until he can feel the tension melt away.
To him, he's never only Die. To him he is special.
Later in the night, when the whole band finally gets into the tour bus after the concert, Toshiya wordlessly pulls Die along. He doesn't say anything, doesn't give a single explanation. He only grabs Die's hand and takes him to the back of the bus, takes him to bed.
There, behind the closed curtain, he shows Die what he feels. Shows him how much he's cared for, how much he's adored, how much he's respected, how much he's loved. Shows him how special he is.
Soon Die is smiling again. Because of Toshiya.
Right then, he feels like there's nothing that can drag him down again.
***
• Kaoru/Shinya
• PG
• prompt: consideration
Kaoru has a feeling that he's becoming old.
He has never been one to make long-term plans, not when it's about years and years to come. His world has always revolved around their next single, the next tour, the next album, the next DVD collection. The band used to be his life for so long that he doesn't know anything else. He doesn't know how to exist differently.
Lately, everything has been different. There hasn't been any big changes in his life, nothing that would've provoked such thoughts; he had been in a steady relationship for years, work was routine and he enjoyed it still, he didn't even have any financial troubles. And yet he found himself thinking of the future all too often for his own liking.
He's been having doubts. Is this what he wanted from his life? Maybe there would've been another path still. Something else, something more fulfilling or something more challenging. Maybe he should've made something differently during his life. He doesn't know how to silence the nagging thoughts.
No matter how often he's been trying to make those doubts vanish, he hasn't been successful. And yet, all it takes is a perfectly normal morning in the end.
Now that he's standing there, watching how Shinya grabs his keys and slides on his jacket, something suddenly seems to fall into place. He doesn't know why, but suddenly he is sure that this is exactly what he wants.
What he needs.
Wordlessly he reaches out just when the drummer is about to open the door, grabs his wrist and pulls him close for a slow, affectionate kiss. Shinya startles a little, and yet it only takes a split second before he responds.
"What was that for?" His voice is low and he doesn't even try to hold back the soft smile that instantly appears on his lips as they pull apart.
He only receives a grin and a shrug.
***
• Die/Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: here
Toshiya has always thought that the moment just before sunrise is magical. It is the moment when the whole world is still, when everything stops and the Earth just inhales before waking up to a brand new day. It's the moment when the nature rests, when the birds are silent and colors dim, the first rays of the rising sun peeking up from beneath the horizon. It's breathtaking.
Die has never been a morning person. He struggles enough trying to fall asleep, trying to gain enough rest through the frequent nightmares. So when he actually sleeps, he tends to sleep as long as he possibly can, only get up when the sun is high on the sky. He likes his sleep as much as he needs it, and if he's bereaved of his precious morning hours of rest, he can be unbearable the whole day.
Still, there he is, at four am standing on the small balcony, leaning against the railing. The metal feels cool against the bare skin of his arm, and still he doesn't pull away and just keeps gazing at the horizon. A door creaks open and suddenly he's not alone, there's a familiar presence near him, the rustling of cloth, soft padding of feet on the floor.
The tiniest of chuckles reaches Die's ears when a blanket is suddenly wrapped around his form from behind, a pair of strong arms sneaking around his waist to pull him close. He is still cold, a shudder going through him when the warmth slowly begins to seep into him. Almost too easily Toshiya pushes one hand beneath the blanket, gently rubbing on the cold skin of Die's arm to warm it up again.
There they stand, silent. The world stops turning for a moment, the Mother Nature inhales just before waking up. Then there's a soft whiff of wind, a bird singing somewhere in the distance.
Together they watch as the sun slowly creeps up on the sky.
***
• Die/Toshiya
• PG
• prompt: here
Big drops of water are running down Toshiya's skin. His hair is dripping, the water getting stuck on every curve of his body when he steps out of the shower. Blindly, he reaches for a towel, wrapping it around his lean form. Another towel serves to help him dry his hair, as he's rubbing on it furiously. He's too lazy to use a blow dryer, now that he doesn't need to go anywhere and can let his hair dry on its own.
He doesn't bother to get dressed before he heads over to the kitchen, only wrapped in the towel still. The delicious scent of fresh coffee is lingering in the air, alluring and inviting, and without even noticing it he speeds up his steps a little bit when he walks across the living room. Bright rays of light are reflecting into the room through the large windows, the curtains already pulled aside to reveal the blue, clear sky.
When he steps into the kitchen, he is instantly greeted with a smile and a happy 'Good morning'. Die is standing beside the counter, finishing up a few sandwiches he has compiled. Still smiling he gestures for Toshiya to take a seat, setting a mugful of steaming hot coffee in front of him. Merrily he announces that for once, he felt like playing a good housewife and wanted to make them some breakfast.
Toshiya definitely knows how to appreciate that. Smiling, he takes the coffee and brings it close to his nose, just inhaling the scent deeply. This is exactly how he likes his mornings. A nice, hot shower and a good breakfast in the best company imaginable.
When Die takes a seat right beside him, he thinks that this just can't get any better.
***
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