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Title: Defiance
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seinen_no
Theme: #16 Denial
Rating: hopefully PG. Containts swearing
Pairing: Yomi x Kyo
Disclaimer: The usual. Not ours, no money, only our strange imagination (or yours?)
Comments: I wrote this for the 50stories once. There are some more which are either written by both me andoemmelchen or by her alone, since she made me pick the pairing KyoxYomi and because a certain Finnish person *coughsfonulyncoughs* had already taken my beloved DiexKao, I agreed. We never finished the 50 stories, but I recommend reading our fics (how arrogant) since they are funny and readable even if you don't fancy the pairing!
Defiance
"NiYa, what's going on inside there?" Hitsugi emerged behind the blackhaired bassist, accompanied by Sakito. "Don't know. They are ... well, kind of argueing?" The pierced guitarist brought one of his ears close to the door, to listen to what was going on on the other side of the wooden barrier. "Shut up, I want to hear that," he hissed and the two others cut off their conversation.
***
"Yomi, don't be so stubborn and just do it!" Kyo's anger was plainly to be heard, "You'll just make it more painful for yourself."
"Never!" The voice of the younger vocalist sounded muffled, as if he covered his mouth with his hands.
"Just take it in and swallow."
"No!"
"Yomi, you don't want me to use force on you, right?" Kyo yelled.
The younger didn't reply this time.
Kyo changed his strategy and whispered in a conciliative tone: "C'mon, only this once. I promise, it won't bite."
"Never ever!" Yomi's voice was still hushed, but one could hear the defiance in it.
"Ah, just open your goddamn mouth," the older one lost his temper, "Or I'll shove it down your throat, until you have to puke."
A light shriek escaped the lips of the smaller vocal, but there were no sounds of a struggle, so none of his bandmates felt the urge to come and rescue him. By now, they had all pressed their ears against the door and were following the argument exitedly.
"Please Yomi, you need it! And you want it, I swear!"
"It tasts like crap," the younger insisted.
"Nonsense! It doesn't taste like shit. See?"
"Aaw Kyo, you're disgusting!"
"Fucking hell, I'll be damned. Well then, just go and look for somebody else! I'm out!"
***
The door flung open and a fuming Kyo appeared in the frame. Hitsugi rubbed his ear, which had just made aquaintance with the hard wood.
"Here," Kyo shoved a small bottle into the pierced guitarist's hand and snorted, "try your luck with that spoiled brat." Having said this, the Dir en grey vocal stormed off.
"Antifebrile," Hitsu read aloud for his other bandmates, as he examined the label...
Author:
seinen_no Theme: #16 Denial
Rating: hopefully PG. Containts swearing
Pairing: Yomi x Kyo
Disclaimer: The usual. Not ours, no money, only our strange imagination (or yours?)
Comments: I wrote this for the 50stories once. There are some more which are either written by both me and
oemmelchen or by her alone, since she made me pick the pairing KyoxYomi and because a certain Finnish person *coughsfonulyncoughs* had already taken my beloved DiexKao, I agreed. We never finished the 50 stories, but I recommend reading our fics (how arrogant) since they are funny and readable even if you don't fancy the pairing!Defiance
"NiYa, what's going on inside there?" Hitsugi emerged behind the blackhaired bassist, accompanied by Sakito. "Don't know. They are ... well, kind of argueing?" The pierced guitarist brought one of his ears close to the door, to listen to what was going on on the other side of the wooden barrier. "Shut up, I want to hear that," he hissed and the two others cut off their conversation.
***
"Yomi, don't be so stubborn and just do it!" Kyo's anger was plainly to be heard, "You'll just make it more painful for yourself."
"Never!" The voice of the younger vocalist sounded muffled, as if he covered his mouth with his hands.
"Just take it in and swallow."
"No!"
"Yomi, you don't want me to use force on you, right?" Kyo yelled.
The younger didn't reply this time.
Kyo changed his strategy and whispered in a conciliative tone: "C'mon, only this once. I promise, it won't bite."
"Never ever!" Yomi's voice was still hushed, but one could hear the defiance in it.
"Ah, just open your goddamn mouth," the older one lost his temper, "Or I'll shove it down your throat, until you have to puke."
A light shriek escaped the lips of the smaller vocal, but there were no sounds of a struggle, so none of his bandmates felt the urge to come and rescue him. By now, they had all pressed their ears against the door and were following the argument exitedly.
"Please Yomi, you need it! And you want it, I swear!"
"It tasts like crap," the younger insisted.
"Nonsense! It doesn't taste like shit. See?"
"Aaw Kyo, you're disgusting!"
"Fucking hell, I'll be damned. Well then, just go and look for somebody else! I'm out!"
***
The door flung open and a fuming Kyo appeared in the frame. Hitsugi rubbed his ear, which had just made aquaintance with the hard wood.
"Here," Kyo shoved a small bottle into the pierced guitarist's hand and snorted, "try your luck with that spoiled brat." Having said this, the Dir en grey vocal stormed off.
"Antifebrile," Hitsu read aloud for his other bandmates, as he examined the label...
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