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Title: Free
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fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Sometimes Toshiya thought he had to be either a fool, or too much in love. How else would he end up in some nameless island, searching for an adventure and instead finding himself standing on the beach looking like he was ripped straight from a commercial from the eighties. How in hell had Die ever convinced him of this?
Comments:
fonulyn: I literally have a dozen finished drabbles and stories to post and somehow I never manage to actually do that. One of them is even a REAL fic! C’mon it’s twelve pages which is like a friggin’ novel from me XD Anyways, this is one of the short ficlets and I decided to go for it first :) I quite like the mood and all. Please excuse the sucky title XD I hate coming up with titles. But I love the image of Die and Toshiya in Hawaiian shorts. Yes.
Do enjoy ;)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
free.
Sometimes Toshiya thought he had to be either a fool, or too much in love. How else would he end up in some nameless island, searching for an adventure and instead finding himself standing on the beach looking like he was ripped straight from a commercial from the eighties. How in hell had Die ever convinced him of this? Flashes of hot skin on skin, mixing breaths and feverish touches shot through his mind almost instantly when he set the question and with a little shrug he gave in, deciding that this wasn’t so bad after all. After something like his ‘reward-beforehand’, he definitely wasn’t going to complain about anything, not even if he didn’t quite feel himself dressed up like this, standing awkwardly on an almost deserted beach with his hands in his pockets.
Right now, Die was crouching down and Toshiya couldn't help but to think that he looked quite ridiculous in those bright Hawaiian shorts he was wearing, the pants wide enough for at least three Dies to fit inside of them at once. The older man had insisted on 'blending in' though, and while Toshiya had hard times imagining that two Japanese guys in colorful holiday clothing could 'blend in' anywhere, he had laughed and agreed to do just as Die wished. So here they were, alone on a beach, dressed in the brightest colors Toshiya ever remembered them having worn. Even in their visual days, there usually was some kind of classy taste put into the clothes-design, but this was an utter failure. Absent-mindedly he tugged on his bright orange shorts with yellow floral pattern, thinking that he at least looked more fashionable in those and the almost neon green shirt than Die looked in his outfit. The guitarist’s shirt was an almost stylish shade of dark red, but that was where his style completely ended as his wide pants had probably all possible colors in them, the patterns something as unidentifiable and random as an average drawing of some two-year-old.
Die looked happy though, and that was what mattered. He was trying to build something like a sand castle, scraping the wet sand closer to himself and piling it up only to pat down on the building to put it into a some kind of shape. The first wave of water came to destroy his work though and when the building was wiped off the face of earth, Die was simply laughing freely. It was a sign of him being completely relaxed as Toshiya couldn’t even remember when he had last seen the other man play around like a child without thinking that it would make him look totally uncool. This was just how they enjoyed themselves, goofing around and releasing their inner child. Even if it looked like they were mentally deranged and put themselves a few decades back in time, they didn’t care. Laughing, Toshiya approached the unfortunate building site, kicking the remains of the sand castle that now only looked like a wet pile of sand. If it had ever been anything else but a wet pile of sand to begin with, that is.
The next thing Toshiya noticed was that he had been tackled into the cool water, his clothes soaking wet and the salty water trying to even make its way into his airways. He was far too good of a swimmer though, knew exactly what to do in a situation like that even when unprepared and it only took him a twist of his body and he managed to resurface, filling his lungs with air. He was laughing though, not caring in the slightest that his ridiculous outfit would now stick to him like a second skin. His only goal was to aim for revenge and he simply launched himself forward, trying to catch the guitarist. Die was too fast though, laughing as he ran, darting off along the beach. It was hard to run in the sand that was giving in underneath every step, and sticking into Toshiya’s wet skin like glued. Neither of them noticed a middle aged couple, who gave them a long glance in passing by, and quite frankly neither of them would’ve even cared.
Despite the head start Die had gotten, Toshiya had the advantage of being in a better shape and inevitably he reached the other man, grabbing him from behind to simply lift him up. Die was laughing, kicking, struggling and squirming, doing his best to get away from the strong arms that were holding him in a vice-like grip. His resistance was futile since Toshiya simply threw him over his shoulder, holding on to him tight as he determinedly marched towards the cold water. When Die realized where they were heading he changed tactics and instead of trying to fight he went for begging, promising the other man everything, only the sky being the limit, just so that he wouldn’t put his evil plan into action. Nothing worked, nothing was enough to convince Toshiya that he shouldn’t do exactly this. Soon Die’s pleas were drowned out by high-pitched shrieks as they both hit the water, plunging underneath the surface until they were equally wet, equally cold.
When they dragged themselves up from the water and on dry land, hand in hand, they were laughing again. Only a glance needed to be exchanged and they both knew where this would finally end up. Moments later, they were effectively working on getting warm again, their own way. Afterwards, lying tangled in each other and the bed sheets, Die thought that if this is what comes out of a walk along the beach, it’d definitely turn out to be his new favorite hobby. Anything that ended up with him lying in the other man’s arms, their scents mixing while they breathed in the same rhythm, ranked pretty high on his list anyways.
He had a good feeling that the rest of their holiday would turn out simply amazing.
Author:
fonulynRating: PG
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Sometimes Toshiya thought he had to be either a fool, or too much in love. How else would he end up in some nameless island, searching for an adventure and instead finding himself standing on the beach looking like he was ripped straight from a commercial from the eighties. How in hell had Die ever convinced him of this?
Comments:
fonulyn: I literally have a dozen finished drabbles and stories to post and somehow I never manage to actually do that. One of them is even a REAL fic! C’mon it’s twelve pages which is like a friggin’ novel from me XD Anyways, this is one of the short ficlets and I decided to go for it first :) I quite like the mood and all. Please excuse the sucky title XD I hate coming up with titles. But I love the image of Die and Toshiya in Hawaiian shorts. Yes. Do enjoy ;)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Sometimes Toshiya thought he had to be either a fool, or too much in love. How else would he end up in some nameless island, searching for an adventure and instead finding himself standing on the beach looking like he was ripped straight from a commercial from the eighties. How in hell had Die ever convinced him of this? Flashes of hot skin on skin, mixing breaths and feverish touches shot through his mind almost instantly when he set the question and with a little shrug he gave in, deciding that this wasn’t so bad after all. After something like his ‘reward-beforehand’, he definitely wasn’t going to complain about anything, not even if he didn’t quite feel himself dressed up like this, standing awkwardly on an almost deserted beach with his hands in his pockets.
Right now, Die was crouching down and Toshiya couldn't help but to think that he looked quite ridiculous in those bright Hawaiian shorts he was wearing, the pants wide enough for at least three Dies to fit inside of them at once. The older man had insisted on 'blending in' though, and while Toshiya had hard times imagining that two Japanese guys in colorful holiday clothing could 'blend in' anywhere, he had laughed and agreed to do just as Die wished. So here they were, alone on a beach, dressed in the brightest colors Toshiya ever remembered them having worn. Even in their visual days, there usually was some kind of classy taste put into the clothes-design, but this was an utter failure. Absent-mindedly he tugged on his bright orange shorts with yellow floral pattern, thinking that he at least looked more fashionable in those and the almost neon green shirt than Die looked in his outfit. The guitarist’s shirt was an almost stylish shade of dark red, but that was where his style completely ended as his wide pants had probably all possible colors in them, the patterns something as unidentifiable and random as an average drawing of some two-year-old.
Die looked happy though, and that was what mattered. He was trying to build something like a sand castle, scraping the wet sand closer to himself and piling it up only to pat down on the building to put it into a some kind of shape. The first wave of water came to destroy his work though and when the building was wiped off the face of earth, Die was simply laughing freely. It was a sign of him being completely relaxed as Toshiya couldn’t even remember when he had last seen the other man play around like a child without thinking that it would make him look totally uncool. This was just how they enjoyed themselves, goofing around and releasing their inner child. Even if it looked like they were mentally deranged and put themselves a few decades back in time, they didn’t care. Laughing, Toshiya approached the unfortunate building site, kicking the remains of the sand castle that now only looked like a wet pile of sand. If it had ever been anything else but a wet pile of sand to begin with, that is.
The next thing Toshiya noticed was that he had been tackled into the cool water, his clothes soaking wet and the salty water trying to even make its way into his airways. He was far too good of a swimmer though, knew exactly what to do in a situation like that even when unprepared and it only took him a twist of his body and he managed to resurface, filling his lungs with air. He was laughing though, not caring in the slightest that his ridiculous outfit would now stick to him like a second skin. His only goal was to aim for revenge and he simply launched himself forward, trying to catch the guitarist. Die was too fast though, laughing as he ran, darting off along the beach. It was hard to run in the sand that was giving in underneath every step, and sticking into Toshiya’s wet skin like glued. Neither of them noticed a middle aged couple, who gave them a long glance in passing by, and quite frankly neither of them would’ve even cared.
Despite the head start Die had gotten, Toshiya had the advantage of being in a better shape and inevitably he reached the other man, grabbing him from behind to simply lift him up. Die was laughing, kicking, struggling and squirming, doing his best to get away from the strong arms that were holding him in a vice-like grip. His resistance was futile since Toshiya simply threw him over his shoulder, holding on to him tight as he determinedly marched towards the cold water. When Die realized where they were heading he changed tactics and instead of trying to fight he went for begging, promising the other man everything, only the sky being the limit, just so that he wouldn’t put his evil plan into action. Nothing worked, nothing was enough to convince Toshiya that he shouldn’t do exactly this. Soon Die’s pleas were drowned out by high-pitched shrieks as they both hit the water, plunging underneath the surface until they were equally wet, equally cold.
When they dragged themselves up from the water and on dry land, hand in hand, they were laughing again. Only a glance needed to be exchanged and they both knew where this would finally end up. Moments later, they were effectively working on getting warm again, their own way. Afterwards, lying tangled in each other and the bed sheets, Die thought that if this is what comes out of a walk along the beach, it’d definitely turn out to be his new favorite hobby. Anything that ended up with him lying in the other man’s arms, their scents mixing while they breathed in the same rhythm, ranked pretty high on his list anyways.
He had a good feeling that the rest of their holiday would turn out simply amazing.