Untitled fic - prologue
Should become part of a greater story. I've been working on this story for a year, on and off. This prologue has been laying around forever and now is the time to put it here~
title: Untitled
author: Noyatasya
pairing: TATSUROU (mucc) x KENZO (ayabie) -> probably kenzo will become someone else :P
rating: all
summary: secret
disclaimer: I am a liar, and you know it.
The shallow lines in the ceiling warp long shadows that reach all the way to the wall. Somehow they look like they are performing a dance, like branches from a tree in the wind. When you are in this state of mind; seeing shadows move, you know you are drunk. Vaguely I register sluggish tones, background noise that was described once as modern rebellious music. Now for many adult men childhood memories. But for this moment it's right, as I have such an adult man lying on the floor next to me.
I lazily let my face fall to the side, where the tall adult man is lying on his back, just like me, staring at the ceiling, like I was a few moments earlier. He drags from a cigaret, slowly breathing out the smoke. The hand holding his cigaret moves to his belly, laying still. The other hand plays with an empty glass, a glass that contained whiskey.
Where is the whiskey? I prop myself up on my elbows, vision dancing around. The man with the cigaret moves his eyes towards me and asks me what I am doing. What am I doing? I have no idea and I drop back on the floor as I fall into a fit of laughter. I roll to the side, putting one elbow under my face. “I was looking to see if there was any whiskey left.” The man now moves his head to the side to face me. I can see his black eyes having trouble focusing on my face. “I drank the last.” He lifts his glass a bit and rolls it in his hand. “Just these drops” I roll onto my belly and scan the floor. “Aren't there any drops left in the bottle?” The man with the black eyes gets up a bit, supporting himself on the hand which held the glass earlier, taking another drag from the cigarette with his other.
“I could go to the kitchen see if we have more.” He proposes. I follow his example, sitting myself up. My head spins so badly I think I would faint if I'd drink more tonight. So naturally my answer is yes, let's see what more we have. You can't say no when the raw guitars of an early nineties visual kei band are on the stereo. The man stands up trying to keep his balance for a moment and staggers to the kitchen. He's hot. I thought about that before, but now all of a sudden it hits me like a brick in the face. He is one very sexy man. In that same moment I realize the bass sounds and dim lighting are scaring me and I don't want to be alone.
I stumble to the kitchen as well where all lights are out, the only source of light coming from the open refrigerator. The man's profile is lit out beautifully, his small broad nose defined by the shadow. His alienlike eyes even more eerie.
~ April afternoon, sixth floor, the meetingroom all the way in the back on the left side. From the window you could see a big part of Ginza with all its signs of wealth. A weak but growing sun was shining down, reflecting in the other buildings’ windows. Kenzo took every little detail in with great care for he deemed this moment crucial in his carreer as a musician. Today there was a meeting to be held with two bands and a management. For ayabie, Kenzo’s band, this would be a big step. They weren’t just going to tour with a big band, they were going to tour abroad with a big band.
Right at that moment the big band came in. Well, a part of it. Satochi introduced himself as being the drummer, Yukke as being the bassist. There were supposed to be two more people coming, then the meeting could start. In the meantime they smalltalked, mainly about Europe. Both bands had been there before, but coupling tours didn’t happen that much abroad, so there was still a lot to discuss.
After what might’ve been 10 minutes or half an hour two other people came in. The first was short, with small hands, but with a face that would make anyone cringe. This guy was undoubtedly the leader of the bunch. Then the second person. Even though he was impressive as well, especially with his height which would make any Japanese man grind his teeth in jealousy, there was a very kind aura radiating from him. When he was introduced to each person he would look at them all for a time, not the way other people do. No, he would actually look them in the eye, closely study their appearance, actually taking the person up in his mind.~
I want to touch him now, I can’t surpress myself longer. Okay, it might have only been a few seconds of surpressing, but in this state it feels like ages. I creep up to him from behind, putting my muscled arms around his bent back. While putting my cheek on his spine I can feel his heart beating. I feel the heat radiating from his skin. I love you. It’s not even a drunk thought. It’s crazy. Tears are stinging in the corners of my eyes and I think back on how it ever got this far.
~His fingers are so long. Two bands and their managements are sitting around the table on another april day. The long fingers that had been fidgeting with the pen, waiting for his turn, now got all hasty with the feeling of purpose. Tatsurou. Big, curly kanji. He passed the paper on to the next person and looked up. His eyes bored in mine, his volumous lips curved in a big smile. Once again he let his long fingers play with the pen.~
Tatsurou turns his face away from the fridge. “There is no strong stuff left. I can’t believe it. A rockstar without booze. Only beer.” “Beer is good” Kenzo whispers softly.
~Bad European dance music is blasting out of the dressing room radio. Normally Kenzo wouldn’t be the person to dance, but this is Europe, this is night, this is the night after a concert, and he is just happy. So after finishing his umpteenth bottle of beer he makes some seventies disco dance moves. Happily Tatsurou joins him, always in for a weird moment or two.
Laughing loudly, encouraged by cheers from others he has forgotten for the moment, he and Tatsurou perform their moves. The alcohol has made his vision clouded. After a turn left he gets dizzy, just in time for Tatsurou to finish his left turn and catch him under his arms. “Be careful huh!” The taller says with sparkling eyes while looking down on him.
Kenzo forces himself back on his feet, failing to do so and leaning into the taller man’s chest, hugged by him. “Woah, your heart is beating fast” Tatsurou says softly, unheard by the partying crowd…~
“Are you okay?” “Huh? Oh yeah. Yeah fine.” Kenzo lies, quickly gathering his wandering memories and matching emotions. Tatsurou closes the fridge and turns around, letting himself fall against the door, taking Kenzo with him in his arms. “I don’t think you should drink more beer”, the vocalist slurs into my hair. His lips kiss Kenzo’s hair then. His breath ghosts over the younger’s forehead as he moves his head lower. Now his lips kiss his eyecorner lazily, traveling to his cheek lazily, kissing softly, moving down a bit more. I never thought a drunk kiss could be that arrousing, Kenzo thinks by himself as he feels the need to have the lazy lips pressed softly on his.
Finally their mouths come together, a kiss tasting of alcohol. Their tongues slowly moving past and around each other. Lips leaving the others now and then to explore a bit of jaw and cheek.
~…”It doesn’t happen every day that one stands so close to someone he likes.” “Huh?”, the taller replies. The drummers’ eyes go big as he realises he confessed. Shit, what now? “I understand”, the singer adds, not showing any sign of disgust. Instead he moves his hand up from Kenzo’s back to the nape of his neck, which he strokes softly. “You smell nice, I’d kiss you if we were alone.”~
title: Untitled
author: Noyatasya
pairing: TATSUROU (mucc) x KENZO (ayabie) -> probably kenzo will become someone else :P
rating: all
summary: secret
disclaimer: I am a liar, and you know it.
The shallow lines in the ceiling warp long shadows that reach all the way to the wall. Somehow they look like they are performing a dance, like branches from a tree in the wind. When you are in this state of mind; seeing shadows move, you know you are drunk. Vaguely I register sluggish tones, background noise that was described once as modern rebellious music. Now for many adult men childhood memories. But for this moment it's right, as I have such an adult man lying on the floor next to me.
I lazily let my face fall to the side, where the tall adult man is lying on his back, just like me, staring at the ceiling, like I was a few moments earlier. He drags from a cigaret, slowly breathing out the smoke. The hand holding his cigaret moves to his belly, laying still. The other hand plays with an empty glass, a glass that contained whiskey.
Where is the whiskey? I prop myself up on my elbows, vision dancing around. The man with the cigaret moves his eyes towards me and asks me what I am doing. What am I doing? I have no idea and I drop back on the floor as I fall into a fit of laughter. I roll to the side, putting one elbow under my face. “I was looking to see if there was any whiskey left.” The man now moves his head to the side to face me. I can see his black eyes having trouble focusing on my face. “I drank the last.” He lifts his glass a bit and rolls it in his hand. “Just these drops” I roll onto my belly and scan the floor. “Aren't there any drops left in the bottle?” The man with the black eyes gets up a bit, supporting himself on the hand which held the glass earlier, taking another drag from the cigarette with his other.
“I could go to the kitchen see if we have more.” He proposes. I follow his example, sitting myself up. My head spins so badly I think I would faint if I'd drink more tonight. So naturally my answer is yes, let's see what more we have. You can't say no when the raw guitars of an early nineties visual kei band are on the stereo. The man stands up trying to keep his balance for a moment and staggers to the kitchen. He's hot. I thought about that before, but now all of a sudden it hits me like a brick in the face. He is one very sexy man. In that same moment I realize the bass sounds and dim lighting are scaring me and I don't want to be alone.
I stumble to the kitchen as well where all lights are out, the only source of light coming from the open refrigerator. The man's profile is lit out beautifully, his small broad nose defined by the shadow. His alienlike eyes even more eerie.
~ April afternoon, sixth floor, the meetingroom all the way in the back on the left side. From the window you could see a big part of Ginza with all its signs of wealth. A weak but growing sun was shining down, reflecting in the other buildings’ windows. Kenzo took every little detail in with great care for he deemed this moment crucial in his carreer as a musician. Today there was a meeting to be held with two bands and a management. For ayabie, Kenzo’s band, this would be a big step. They weren’t just going to tour with a big band, they were going to tour abroad with a big band.
Right at that moment the big band came in. Well, a part of it. Satochi introduced himself as being the drummer, Yukke as being the bassist. There were supposed to be two more people coming, then the meeting could start. In the meantime they smalltalked, mainly about Europe. Both bands had been there before, but coupling tours didn’t happen that much abroad, so there was still a lot to discuss.
After what might’ve been 10 minutes or half an hour two other people came in. The first was short, with small hands, but with a face that would make anyone cringe. This guy was undoubtedly the leader of the bunch. Then the second person. Even though he was impressive as well, especially with his height which would make any Japanese man grind his teeth in jealousy, there was a very kind aura radiating from him. When he was introduced to each person he would look at them all for a time, not the way other people do. No, he would actually look them in the eye, closely study their appearance, actually taking the person up in his mind.~
I want to touch him now, I can’t surpress myself longer. Okay, it might have only been a few seconds of surpressing, but in this state it feels like ages. I creep up to him from behind, putting my muscled arms around his bent back. While putting my cheek on his spine I can feel his heart beating. I feel the heat radiating from his skin. I love you. It’s not even a drunk thought. It’s crazy. Tears are stinging in the corners of my eyes and I think back on how it ever got this far.
~His fingers are so long. Two bands and their managements are sitting around the table on another april day. The long fingers that had been fidgeting with the pen, waiting for his turn, now got all hasty with the feeling of purpose. Tatsurou. Big, curly kanji. He passed the paper on to the next person and looked up. His eyes bored in mine, his volumous lips curved in a big smile. Once again he let his long fingers play with the pen.~
Tatsurou turns his face away from the fridge. “There is no strong stuff left. I can’t believe it. A rockstar without booze. Only beer.” “Beer is good” Kenzo whispers softly.
~Bad European dance music is blasting out of the dressing room radio. Normally Kenzo wouldn’t be the person to dance, but this is Europe, this is night, this is the night after a concert, and he is just happy. So after finishing his umpteenth bottle of beer he makes some seventies disco dance moves. Happily Tatsurou joins him, always in for a weird moment or two.
Laughing loudly, encouraged by cheers from others he has forgotten for the moment, he and Tatsurou perform their moves. The alcohol has made his vision clouded. After a turn left he gets dizzy, just in time for Tatsurou to finish his left turn and catch him under his arms. “Be careful huh!” The taller says with sparkling eyes while looking down on him.
Kenzo forces himself back on his feet, failing to do so and leaning into the taller man’s chest, hugged by him. “Woah, your heart is beating fast” Tatsurou says softly, unheard by the partying crowd…~
“Are you okay?” “Huh? Oh yeah. Yeah fine.” Kenzo lies, quickly gathering his wandering memories and matching emotions. Tatsurou closes the fridge and turns around, letting himself fall against the door, taking Kenzo with him in his arms. “I don’t think you should drink more beer”, the vocalist slurs into my hair. His lips kiss Kenzo’s hair then. His breath ghosts over the younger’s forehead as he moves his head lower. Now his lips kiss his eyecorner lazily, traveling to his cheek lazily, kissing softly, moving down a bit more. I never thought a drunk kiss could be that arrousing, Kenzo thinks by himself as he feels the need to have the lazy lips pressed softly on his.
Finally their mouths come together, a kiss tasting of alcohol. Their tongues slowly moving past and around each other. Lips leaving the others now and then to explore a bit of jaw and cheek.
~…”It doesn’t happen every day that one stands so close to someone he likes.” “Huh?”, the taller replies. The drummers’ eyes go big as he realises he confessed. Shit, what now? “I understand”, the singer adds, not showing any sign of disgust. Instead he moves his hand up from Kenzo’s back to the nape of his neck, which he strokes softly. “You smell nice, I’d kiss you if we were alone.”~