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Title: Anger Management
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fonulyn
Rating: PG13 (some cursing)
Pairing: Kyo/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: When Die gets angry, he wants to yell and throw things. When Kyo gets angry, he shuts up and just stays silent. That little difference between them has the tendency to even fan Die’s anger, and he has no other option but to always deal with it the same way.
Comments:
fonulyn: I wanted to write something for cadkitten’s birthday, so that’s how I ended up with a weird, drabble-ish Die/Kyo story XD It just hit me during the lecture today (gods, structures of proteins *yawns*) and I couldn’t get rid of the thought before I typed it down. cadkitten, dear, I’m sorry it’s not smut but I hope that you like it nevertheless! It’s at least Die and Kyo ;D And others too, please do enjoy ;)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Anger Management
”Fuck you, Kyo! I’m totally done with you!”
Die’s voice cut through the air like a gunshot, and even if his words hadn’t already been clear enough it was more than obvious from his voice that he was pissed off. Enormously. He was so angry that he was ready to smash his fist against the nearest wall until his fingers would break and his hand would bleed, but he knew better than to do it even in a fit of rage. The anger was boiling inside of him and it would’ve desperately needed a way out, something, just anything. He wanted to yell and to scream until his throat was sore, he wanted to kick things, he wanted to fight through this until he would be too exhausted to even care.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t how things worked with Kyo.
The vocalist couldn’t argue. He simply didn’t know how to do it. When he was mad, he might snap at you or drop mean comments, but he never let his temper take over and he never really argued. It was impossible to get into a fight with him, no matter how much you tried. Seeing what a fiery temper Die had in turn, it was a miracle that the two of them had already managed to last years in a relationship without killing each other. The guitarist wanted to let off steam by causing a huge scene, and afterwards was calm again. While his lover was the complete opposite, bottling things up until he managed to simply swallow his anger and force it down.
That trait annoyed the hell out of Die though. He couldn’t stand it when Kyo simply kept silent, didn’t say anything back when he was being yelled at. Why didn’t the vocalist care enough to actually fight, damnit? To Die, it felt like he was ignored and just brushed off, and it practically drove him up the wall as it got him so mad. Like right now. He didn’t even remember where it had begun and what had made him explode this time. He always forgot what the actual issue was halfway through the yelling and raging, but it didn’t change the fact that something set him off and he needed to get it out.
Enough’s enough, and when Die’s anger reached its limits he simply couldn’t stand the sight of the other man anymore. There the smaller man stood, completely silent and just looked at him with that completely unreadable expression on his face. It made Die shudder, as he was so furious, and he had no other choice but to leave. Heading off, he was practically boiling with anger and before he stepped out of the door he felt the need to add a mumbled “You fucking prick.” that was still loud enough for the other man to hear it from where he was standing. The words were followed by a loud bang of the door when the guitarist just slammed it shut, not caring that it would most definitely make the small painting in the hallway drop down on the floor.
With quick, long steps Die practically ran out of the building and on the streets, pushing his hands in his pockets as he hadn’t even taken his jacket with him. He had left too fast, and if he had managed to gather a clear thought he would’ve noticed he even forgot his keys. The wind was cold, blowing straight to his bones, and yet the sun was shining and the contrast seemed almost absurd. Die would’ve gladly just shot the sun down from the sky though. It felt as if it was mocking him, shining so happily while he was ready to commit murders. Damnit, he was in the mood for some rain or storm, not any joyful sunshine! He grumbled to himself, shivering a little as the cold wind simply seemed to get even more forceful each second.
For the first half an hour, he needed to just calm down. He was walking down the street, not even looking where he was going and his thoughts kept on circling around the argument. He was clenching his fists, gritting his teeth and was so frustrated that he almost felt like attacking some random passer-by just to unleash his anger. How much easier would everything be if Kyo just knew how to raise his voice and fight back! If he would even try to defend himself, but no. He simply stood there and took everything that was thrown at him, not even blinking. A shudder went through Die, a frustrated groan pushing its way past his lips.
Slowly, it began to change though. His thoughts weren’t circling around the argument all the time, he wasn’t just trying to focus on his boyfriend’s annoying sides and the things that drove him insane. He tried to be mad still, tried hard to focus his annoyance, and yet it was slipping away from him. Flashes of nice evenings together kept on pushing their way into his mind, images of how they had spent countless hours on the couch just watching a random movie, letting it evolve into shameless making out until neither of them remembered the TV any longer, too distracted by each other. He remembered how he had been sick and the other man had tried to cook for him, with disastrous results but it was the thought that counted. No matter how hard he tried to focus on being mad, it simply slipped through his fingers and he had to let go of it.
He still didn’t look where he was walking, but an hour later he noticed he was back home, standing right before their apartment complex. With a huge sigh, he resigned to his fate and walked in. He was feeling a little uneasy, like always after such an explosion when he had just stormed off their apartment. Yet, everything was like usual. Kyo knew that he would forget his keys in the rush and so the door was slightly ajar. It already made Die smile a little, grateful, since he wouldn’t have wanted to ring the doorbell at a moment like that. As weird as it might’ve sounded, this helped him to keep his dignity, at least somewhat.
When he stepped into the apartment, the scent of food was the first thing he noticed. Take out. Another thing he should’ve been expecting and yet he never quite dared to. He kicked off his shoes and headed to the living room, stopping in the doorway almost shyly. One single glance up was enough to make him smile a little though, as the smaller man was sitting on the couch, just looking straight at him expectantly. There was the faintest of smiles dancing on his lips though, and neither of them said anything as the taller man finally approached the couch slowly.
In no time, they were occupying the couch, and both of them had a box of take out in their hands. Kyo was sitting in the corner of the couch, Die leaning against him as he was half-lying and had his legs propped up on the cushions as well. Still neither of them said a single word, they pretended to be focused on eating although both of them knew that it wasn’t the case. Instead, they were just enjoying the closeness, the shared warmth and the way they could practically feel each other breathing. There was a mutual understanding between them, and they both knew that neither expected apologies. It was all good now.
When Die had finished his food, he simply discarded the empty box down on the floor without wasting another thought at it. He tilted his head backwards, until it was practically resting on the smaller man’s chest, while he was looking up at him. There was a small smile dancing on Die’s lips as he spoke up, amusement evident in his voice although he tried hard to sound reproachful. “I still think you’re a total jerk.”
The words made Kyo laugh lowly and he shook his head a little. “I know.” He sneaked one arm around the guitarist’s lean form, and it instantly made Die sigh as he was pulled closer. The warmth of the touch was evident even through the fabric of his shirt, but it was nothing compared to the warmth that was welling up inside of him.
“I know.”
Author:
fonulynRating: PG13 (some cursing)
Pairing: Kyo/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: When Die gets angry, he wants to yell and throw things. When Kyo gets angry, he shuts up and just stays silent. That little difference between them has the tendency to even fan Die’s anger, and he has no other option but to always deal with it the same way.
Comments:
fonulyn: I wanted to write something for cadkitten’s birthday, so that’s how I ended up with a weird, drabble-ish Die/Kyo story XD It just hit me during the lecture today (gods, structures of proteins *yawns*) and I couldn’t get rid of the thought before I typed it down. cadkitten, dear, I’m sorry it’s not smut but I hope that you like it nevertheless! It’s at least Die and Kyo ;D And others too, please do enjoy ;)And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
”Fuck you, Kyo! I’m totally done with you!”
Die’s voice cut through the air like a gunshot, and even if his words hadn’t already been clear enough it was more than obvious from his voice that he was pissed off. Enormously. He was so angry that he was ready to smash his fist against the nearest wall until his fingers would break and his hand would bleed, but he knew better than to do it even in a fit of rage. The anger was boiling inside of him and it would’ve desperately needed a way out, something, just anything. He wanted to yell and to scream until his throat was sore, he wanted to kick things, he wanted to fight through this until he would be too exhausted to even care.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t how things worked with Kyo.
The vocalist couldn’t argue. He simply didn’t know how to do it. When he was mad, he might snap at you or drop mean comments, but he never let his temper take over and he never really argued. It was impossible to get into a fight with him, no matter how much you tried. Seeing what a fiery temper Die had in turn, it was a miracle that the two of them had already managed to last years in a relationship without killing each other. The guitarist wanted to let off steam by causing a huge scene, and afterwards was calm again. While his lover was the complete opposite, bottling things up until he managed to simply swallow his anger and force it down.
That trait annoyed the hell out of Die though. He couldn’t stand it when Kyo simply kept silent, didn’t say anything back when he was being yelled at. Why didn’t the vocalist care enough to actually fight, damnit? To Die, it felt like he was ignored and just brushed off, and it practically drove him up the wall as it got him so mad. Like right now. He didn’t even remember where it had begun and what had made him explode this time. He always forgot what the actual issue was halfway through the yelling and raging, but it didn’t change the fact that something set him off and he needed to get it out.
Enough’s enough, and when Die’s anger reached its limits he simply couldn’t stand the sight of the other man anymore. There the smaller man stood, completely silent and just looked at him with that completely unreadable expression on his face. It made Die shudder, as he was so furious, and he had no other choice but to leave. Heading off, he was practically boiling with anger and before he stepped out of the door he felt the need to add a mumbled “You fucking prick.” that was still loud enough for the other man to hear it from where he was standing. The words were followed by a loud bang of the door when the guitarist just slammed it shut, not caring that it would most definitely make the small painting in the hallway drop down on the floor.
With quick, long steps Die practically ran out of the building and on the streets, pushing his hands in his pockets as he hadn’t even taken his jacket with him. He had left too fast, and if he had managed to gather a clear thought he would’ve noticed he even forgot his keys. The wind was cold, blowing straight to his bones, and yet the sun was shining and the contrast seemed almost absurd. Die would’ve gladly just shot the sun down from the sky though. It felt as if it was mocking him, shining so happily while he was ready to commit murders. Damnit, he was in the mood for some rain or storm, not any joyful sunshine! He grumbled to himself, shivering a little as the cold wind simply seemed to get even more forceful each second.
For the first half an hour, he needed to just calm down. He was walking down the street, not even looking where he was going and his thoughts kept on circling around the argument. He was clenching his fists, gritting his teeth and was so frustrated that he almost felt like attacking some random passer-by just to unleash his anger. How much easier would everything be if Kyo just knew how to raise his voice and fight back! If he would even try to defend himself, but no. He simply stood there and took everything that was thrown at him, not even blinking. A shudder went through Die, a frustrated groan pushing its way past his lips.
Slowly, it began to change though. His thoughts weren’t circling around the argument all the time, he wasn’t just trying to focus on his boyfriend’s annoying sides and the things that drove him insane. He tried to be mad still, tried hard to focus his annoyance, and yet it was slipping away from him. Flashes of nice evenings together kept on pushing their way into his mind, images of how they had spent countless hours on the couch just watching a random movie, letting it evolve into shameless making out until neither of them remembered the TV any longer, too distracted by each other. He remembered how he had been sick and the other man had tried to cook for him, with disastrous results but it was the thought that counted. No matter how hard he tried to focus on being mad, it simply slipped through his fingers and he had to let go of it.
He still didn’t look where he was walking, but an hour later he noticed he was back home, standing right before their apartment complex. With a huge sigh, he resigned to his fate and walked in. He was feeling a little uneasy, like always after such an explosion when he had just stormed off their apartment. Yet, everything was like usual. Kyo knew that he would forget his keys in the rush and so the door was slightly ajar. It already made Die smile a little, grateful, since he wouldn’t have wanted to ring the doorbell at a moment like that. As weird as it might’ve sounded, this helped him to keep his dignity, at least somewhat.
When he stepped into the apartment, the scent of food was the first thing he noticed. Take out. Another thing he should’ve been expecting and yet he never quite dared to. He kicked off his shoes and headed to the living room, stopping in the doorway almost shyly. One single glance up was enough to make him smile a little though, as the smaller man was sitting on the couch, just looking straight at him expectantly. There was the faintest of smiles dancing on his lips though, and neither of them said anything as the taller man finally approached the couch slowly.
In no time, they were occupying the couch, and both of them had a box of take out in their hands. Kyo was sitting in the corner of the couch, Die leaning against him as he was half-lying and had his legs propped up on the cushions as well. Still neither of them said a single word, they pretended to be focused on eating although both of them knew that it wasn’t the case. Instead, they were just enjoying the closeness, the shared warmth and the way they could practically feel each other breathing. There was a mutual understanding between them, and they both knew that neither expected apologies. It was all good now.
When Die had finished his food, he simply discarded the empty box down on the floor without wasting another thought at it. He tilted his head backwards, until it was practically resting on the smaller man’s chest, while he was looking up at him. There was a small smile dancing on Die’s lips as he spoke up, amusement evident in his voice although he tried hard to sound reproachful. “I still think you’re a total jerk.”
The words made Kyo laugh lowly and he shook his head a little. “I know.” He sneaked one arm around the guitarist’s lean form, and it instantly made Die sigh as he was pulled closer. The warmth of the touch was evident even through the fabric of his shirt, but it was nothing compared to the warmth that was welling up inside of him.
“I know.”
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or then some fiery tiger who fucking fights back, yells and then everything's fine again as wellno subject
haha, I bet you would prefer someone to fight back for real XD But I have to admit, Kyo's way ain't bad either. It shows that he knows he's wrong, and he kind of apologizes in his own way. I like that too x)
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Haha, yeah, I'd love somebody who just yells back and who is fiery but then calms down again quick too.
And I love you baby! Your fics always give me so much, trust me! *hugs back tight*
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haha, exactly. No need to be mad forever.
*clings* Now I feel like writing gazillion fics more ;__;
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I really enjoyed how Die felt about Kyo not fighting back. My friend and I are both like that. we want the other party to fight back or we don't feel right. Like if we fight its better that both of us do and we forgive each other not to long later.
The ending was just cute. x3 That lil I'll cling to you but I'm still somewhat mad...even though I'm really happy right now kinda mood xD. This kind of situation is common for me lol.
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Yeah I know what you mean! I have a couple of friends who do not know how to fight back at all, and it really drives me insane at times. It'd be easier to just let it all out x)
hehe, I liked the thought XD This, I'm still mad but I love you anyways. Glad you liked it too ;)
Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
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together.nice fic though
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Thanks for sharing~ you did them all really well with only few words exchanged between them :)
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Thanks for reading! :)
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