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rabenhorst) wrote2011-09-13 06:02 pm
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[fic] Toshiya/Die; Home Improvement | Kaoru/Die; The more things change the more they stay the same
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fonulyn
Disclaimer: no own anything
Title: Home Improvement
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Rating: PG (mentioned nakedness? lol)
Word count: 657
Summary: Sometimes all you need is a little happy distraction for things to look a lot better again.
Comments: Forseinen_no! Happy birthday bb, I hope it was a good one (and I know it was yesterday but I wasn’t able to post then)! Written for this prompt (the last one in the comment). Enjoy some happy D/T :D ♥
It’s later than expected when Die finally manages to get back home. Kaoru has these moods, when he demands everything to be perfect and what was supposed to be a quick check up at the studio turned out to be a five-hour remixing session that re-arranged the guitars on the new track completely. It also left Die with a raging headache and he tries to remember if they have any painkillers left, while balancing the groceries under one arm and digging out his keys.
Finally the door creaks open after the third try and inwardly Die thinks he needs to do something about the noise before it drives him insane, migraine or not. “I’m home!” He shouts as he steps into the apartment, toes off his shoes and throws the keys on the small table next to the gigantic mirror. The brown paper bag feels heavier than it should and he pads into the kitchen to set it down on the table, before returning to the living room.
Now how did he miss this the first time around? Their bed is in the middle of the living room floor, a small table next to it and pretty much everything that was once under the bed is now on top of the bed. There’s music coming from the bedroom and for a moment Die considers if he really wants to walk in there. His curiosity wins, and he does.
The bedroom floor is covered in newspaper, as are the doors of the closet and the windows. There is a small radio on the empty floor, in the midst of open paint cans and splashes of light green. ”Uhm.” He stares for a moment. “I know you said you’d paint the flat but...” The light green kind of reminds him of hospitals. And at the same time it reminds him of spring and fields of flowers and sunny cloudless days. If that is even possible, since how do those fit with any images of hospitals?
“But what?” Toshiya grins, shaking him out of his reverie with his voice. He is standing there, wielding the paint roller like a weapon, but that isn’t the most disturbing thing, or what caught Die’s attention. What did, then? The fact that Toshiya is, you see, stark naked. There are some splotches of paint on his thighs and his chest, a little bit in his hair, but that doesn’t exactly count as clothing.
“But,” Die tries hard to come up with something eloquent, wrecking his brains for something intelligible to say. “You’re naked!” Alright not the most intelligent way to start a conversation, but it’s true nevertheless. “What happened to your clothes?”
“I figured this would be the easy way!” Toshiya explains easily, waving the paint roller in the air in a way that makes droplets of light green splash on Die’s shirt. On his expensive shirt, mind you, and he at least tries to dodge. “I didn’t find much old clothes we could sacrifice and the paint will never come off fabric so… save clothes? Besides you know I always sweat like a pig.”
That now makes Die laugh. “True enough.” That makes sense and he grins as he steps up closer to the bassist. “Need help with that?” He asks and makes sure to roll his voice just right, to make it come out a low purr.
“The painting,” Toshiya asks with a grin, “or the sweating?”
Die laughs as he aims in for a kiss. “Either way.”
They end up with more paint on their skin than on the walls. Die suspects he even swallowed some when Toshiya made him laugh and that of course results in another kind of paint war. There’s a green splotch the size of Die’s ass on the windowsill but neither of them cares that much. It’s there to remind them, Toshiya says, of an evening well spent.
And Die realizes his headache is long gone.
Title: The more things change the more they stay the same
Pairing: Kaoru/Die
Rating: PG
Word count: 453
Summary: Change is the most difficult thing in the world. Especially when you’re not ready to let go. Not now and not ever.
Comments: It’s only slightly angsty, not as depressing as the summary sounds :/ I was in the mood for writing some touring/working D/K and I have no excuse for this. It just happened. Maybe I needed to get it out of my system.
Kaoru never thought he would change this much.
Ever since they began he was the one who enjoyed being a rock god the most. He took his place on stage and made the audience scream for him. He was the king, ruling his kingdom from the throne that was his place on stage. It was so different from the others. Shinya had his own place behind the drums and the man always preferred that, being the irreplaceable but barely noticeable one during lives. Toshiya loved having his own show, charming everyone with his genuine nature and the way he did his own thing. Kyo, Kyo was an artist who put everything he had into it, every little bit.
While Die, Die lived the music. He threw himself into the current and allowed it to take him away. He lived and breathed the music. It was a part of him, became one with him for those few precious moments with the spotlights burning down on them and the muggy air in the hall making hair stick to their skin. Kaoru always admired him for that, wanted it to come so effortlessly for him. Then again, he could be the rock god whenever he wanted to. Die wore his emotions on his sleeve and if he had a bad day one could see it miles away. Still, he was always genuine.
And it never changed.
Kaoru felt the change in himself. He preferred standing on the side, in the shadows, much more than before. He wouldn't take contact with the audience like before, not with such grand gestures. It wasn't that he didn't care. Quite the contrary, he felt like he paid more attention to the audience than ever. Still everything became more subtle, how his headbanging changed to content nodding along to the songs, how running on stage changed to taking a few steps closer to the edge.
It was exactly how he had changed in his relationship, too. There had been passionate nights, fierce fights with two strong personalities clashing, there had been good times to make up for the rough. They had always lived through it, the connection between them growing even stronger. Things that had seemed to push them further apart always ended up twining their lives together inseparably. That was how it always went. How they kept on gravitating towards each other.
But now. Kaoru had changed. Die was still the same. Matured, deepened, but yet the same.
That was the most terrifying thought in the world. Kaoru was a man of action but this wasn't anything he could fix. It wasn't anything he could grasp tangibly.
He wasn't ready to let go. He hoped he never would need to.
fonulynDisclaimer: no own anything
Title: Home Improvement
Pairing: Toshiya/Die
Rating: PG (mentioned nakedness? lol)
Word count: 657
Summary: Sometimes all you need is a little happy distraction for things to look a lot better again.
Comments: For
seinen_no! Happy birthday bb, I hope it was a good one (and I know it was yesterday but I wasn’t able to post then)! Written for this prompt (the last one in the comment). Enjoy some happy D/T :D ♥ It’s later than expected when Die finally manages to get back home. Kaoru has these moods, when he demands everything to be perfect and what was supposed to be a quick check up at the studio turned out to be a five-hour remixing session that re-arranged the guitars on the new track completely. It also left Die with a raging headache and he tries to remember if they have any painkillers left, while balancing the groceries under one arm and digging out his keys.
Finally the door creaks open after the third try and inwardly Die thinks he needs to do something about the noise before it drives him insane, migraine or not. “I’m home!” He shouts as he steps into the apartment, toes off his shoes and throws the keys on the small table next to the gigantic mirror. The brown paper bag feels heavier than it should and he pads into the kitchen to set it down on the table, before returning to the living room.
Now how did he miss this the first time around? Their bed is in the middle of the living room floor, a small table next to it and pretty much everything that was once under the bed is now on top of the bed. There’s music coming from the bedroom and for a moment Die considers if he really wants to walk in there. His curiosity wins, and he does.
The bedroom floor is covered in newspaper, as are the doors of the closet and the windows. There is a small radio on the empty floor, in the midst of open paint cans and splashes of light green. ”Uhm.” He stares for a moment. “I know you said you’d paint the flat but...” The light green kind of reminds him of hospitals. And at the same time it reminds him of spring and fields of flowers and sunny cloudless days. If that is even possible, since how do those fit with any images of hospitals?
“But what?” Toshiya grins, shaking him out of his reverie with his voice. He is standing there, wielding the paint roller like a weapon, but that isn’t the most disturbing thing, or what caught Die’s attention. What did, then? The fact that Toshiya is, you see, stark naked. There are some splotches of paint on his thighs and his chest, a little bit in his hair, but that doesn’t exactly count as clothing.
“But,” Die tries hard to come up with something eloquent, wrecking his brains for something intelligible to say. “You’re naked!” Alright not the most intelligent way to start a conversation, but it’s true nevertheless. “What happened to your clothes?”
“I figured this would be the easy way!” Toshiya explains easily, waving the paint roller in the air in a way that makes droplets of light green splash on Die’s shirt. On his expensive shirt, mind you, and he at least tries to dodge. “I didn’t find much old clothes we could sacrifice and the paint will never come off fabric so… save clothes? Besides you know I always sweat like a pig.”
That now makes Die laugh. “True enough.” That makes sense and he grins as he steps up closer to the bassist. “Need help with that?” He asks and makes sure to roll his voice just right, to make it come out a low purr.
“The painting,” Toshiya asks with a grin, “or the sweating?”
Die laughs as he aims in for a kiss. “Either way.”
They end up with more paint on their skin than on the walls. Die suspects he even swallowed some when Toshiya made him laugh and that of course results in another kind of paint war. There’s a green splotch the size of Die’s ass on the windowsill but neither of them cares that much. It’s there to remind them, Toshiya says, of an evening well spent.
And Die realizes his headache is long gone.
Title: The more things change the more they stay the same
Pairing: Kaoru/Die
Rating: PG
Word count: 453
Summary: Change is the most difficult thing in the world. Especially when you’re not ready to let go. Not now and not ever.
Comments: It’s only slightly angsty, not as depressing as the summary sounds :/ I was in the mood for writing some touring/working D/K and I have no excuse for this. It just happened. Maybe I needed to get it out of my system.
Kaoru never thought he would change this much.
Ever since they began he was the one who enjoyed being a rock god the most. He took his place on stage and made the audience scream for him. He was the king, ruling his kingdom from the throne that was his place on stage. It was so different from the others. Shinya had his own place behind the drums and the man always preferred that, being the irreplaceable but barely noticeable one during lives. Toshiya loved having his own show, charming everyone with his genuine nature and the way he did his own thing. Kyo, Kyo was an artist who put everything he had into it, every little bit.
While Die, Die lived the music. He threw himself into the current and allowed it to take him away. He lived and breathed the music. It was a part of him, became one with him for those few precious moments with the spotlights burning down on them and the muggy air in the hall making hair stick to their skin. Kaoru always admired him for that, wanted it to come so effortlessly for him. Then again, he could be the rock god whenever he wanted to. Die wore his emotions on his sleeve and if he had a bad day one could see it miles away. Still, he was always genuine.
And it never changed.
Kaoru felt the change in himself. He preferred standing on the side, in the shadows, much more than before. He wouldn't take contact with the audience like before, not with such grand gestures. It wasn't that he didn't care. Quite the contrary, he felt like he paid more attention to the audience than ever. Still everything became more subtle, how his headbanging changed to content nodding along to the songs, how running on stage changed to taking a few steps closer to the edge.
It was exactly how he had changed in his relationship, too. There had been passionate nights, fierce fights with two strong personalities clashing, there had been good times to make up for the rough. They had always lived through it, the connection between them growing even stronger. Things that had seemed to push them further apart always ended up twining their lives together inseparably. That was how it always went. How they kept on gravitating towards each other.
But now. Kaoru had changed. Die was still the same. Matured, deepened, but yet the same.
That was the most terrifying thought in the world. Kaoru was a man of action but this wasn't anything he could fix. It wasn't anything he could grasp tangibly.
He wasn't ready to let go. He hoped he never would need to.