DEG: Kaoru/Toshiya: On The Lake
Title: On The Lake
Author: rheakurokawa
Pairing: Kaoru/Toshiya (Dir en Grey)
Rating: PG
Summary: In Tokyo Toshiya looked at him, like waiting for something, as if he waited and waited for something unspoken and said…[...]
Disclaimer: The events and characters depicted in the following piece of work are completely fictitious. Even though similarities with the members of Dir en Grey, or other public personae may be found they are in no way impling that any of the events or character traits are true. I do not know the members of Dir en Grey, and am in no way affiliated to them, the story itself is completely untrue and is in no way meant to reflect the private lives, actual practices, or activities of any persons named. No harm, libel or disrespect is intended. No statements whatsoever and no commercial gain are made out of the work archived here; this is simply for entertainment purposes.
A/N: Written for this picture from shattered_jouka's prompt post here
Fanfic Archive: pinkucellphone
On The Lake
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Toshiya's white tee hugs his body in pinched folds and a deep V around his neck. His hair is gathered in a pony tail, hair hanging loose from the elastic and in front of his face, across his nose, diagonally, obscuring his eyes a little. He looks down at the water, one long hand resting on the wooden deck, the other running through the water, fingers rippling the calm surface. The sun is shining from behind him, a halo around him and Kaoru stays in his shade, squinting at the bright white, at the blue sky and the warmth burning his face, warming his shoulders underneath the fabric of his own white tee.
Toshiya wears a pair of Converse, fading into some indistinct color that probably used to be navy blue. The sole is worn, the fabric tattered, holes and long grey laces. His jeans have frayed ends and holes in his knees, he can see the white skin beneath them, between the weaving coming loose. Toshiya moves his knees slowly in a muted rhythm and Kaoru smokes.
In Tokyo, Toshiya said something, in a hallway, between sound room and the one Die played his guitar in. He was resting against a wall and the door was open, Die's guitar droning along the ceiling, the walls, the floor, his ears, and Toshiya said something.
Toshiya likes fishing. He likes bringing people with him to this old cabin on the lake that he keeps somewhere near Nagano, from the aunt of an uncle of a niece of a distant relative Kaoru forgot the details about. Likes to get up at eight and go fishing. Sometimes just loves to stare at the water, hear the ripples, their lapping at the wood, or his dangling feet. Loves to feel the deck warm underneath him.
He took them all here before, Shinya, and Die, and even Kyo, and Kaoru always refused for various reasons -- he's busy, he doesn't like fishing, he doesn't like the water--, and one day he just forgot why he kept refusing and Toshiya gave up on asking.
In Tokyo Toshiya looked at him, like waiting for something, as if he waited and waited for something unspoken and said…
He liked it here. He had to admit it was beautiful. The blue sky, the puffy white clouds, the hills and the clear water. The way he could see his toes like through a rippling lens and the green stones on the bottom, fishes darting in all directions, - now they're here, now he moves his foot and they're lost in an agitation of swirly sparkling lights. The way his jeans are folded around his knees and he feels five. Even how the house is a mess and seems to fall apart, creaking wood and punctured shingles he replaces with Toshiya because the rain drips in his teacup or in his shoes. He likes pedalling down the old, broken concrete trail between the rice fields, or watching Toshiya walk barefoot.
The water is cold and Kaoru keeps on smoking, the quiet engulfing them, welcomed and perfect.
He can feel the wood vibrating and Toshiya gets up, his feet slipping out of his Converses, one by one, his fingers taking his shirt off over his head, opening his pants, sliding them off, then the briefs and he's naked next to him, naked and tall and white, all long limbs, hipbones and perfect proportions, stretching in the sun - man, boy, male - before jumping in a long leap into the water. There are drops splashing over his knees, seeping into his shirt, cold against his chest and Kaoru scrunches his nose. For a few seconds it's just him and the lake, and then Toshiya's head out of the water, some feet away.
Toshiya's clothes lay in a pile to his right, and when he looks back he can see his long form underneath the water, arms, back, buttocks, legs, toes, the hair flowing down his neck in a tail, snaking along with every movement.
Toshiya swims and Kaoru puts his cigarette out in a pocket ashtray.
The sun is harsh and he feels his shoulders burning underneath the fabric. His hand reaches for Toshiya's tee and he puts it over his shoulders and head. It smells like Toshiya and deodorant.
In Tokyo, five months ago he heard Toshiya say something. Afterwards there were calls and calls and nights of talking and now they're here, Toshiya's hand around his ankle, smiling up at him, and time stands still as Toshiya’s cold lips touch his calf and his own hand brushes over Toshiya’s wet hair, smoothing it over his head, taking strand after strand from his expectant, happy eyes, from the corner of his lips and he leans down as Toshiya reaches up and their mouths meet, warm against cold, calm against chattering teeth and warm gusts of air and it's quiet, just deep green trees, and hills and water gently rippling.
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same universe
Author: rheakurokawa
Pairing: Kaoru/Toshiya (Dir en Grey)
Rating: PG
Summary: In Tokyo Toshiya looked at him, like waiting for something, as if he waited and waited for something unspoken and said…[...]
Disclaimer: The events and characters depicted in the following piece of work are completely fictitious. Even though similarities with the members of Dir en Grey, or other public personae may be found they are in no way impling that any of the events or character traits are true. I do not know the members of Dir en Grey, and am in no way affiliated to them, the story itself is completely untrue and is in no way meant to reflect the private lives, actual practices, or activities of any persons named. No harm, libel or disrespect is intended. No statements whatsoever and no commercial gain are made out of the work archived here; this is simply for entertainment purposes.
A/N: Written for this picture from shattered_jouka's prompt post here
Fanfic Archive: pinkucellphone
On The Lake
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Toshiya's white tee hugs his body in pinched folds and a deep V around his neck. His hair is gathered in a pony tail, hair hanging loose from the elastic and in front of his face, across his nose, diagonally, obscuring his eyes a little. He looks down at the water, one long hand resting on the wooden deck, the other running through the water, fingers rippling the calm surface. The sun is shining from behind him, a halo around him and Kaoru stays in his shade, squinting at the bright white, at the blue sky and the warmth burning his face, warming his shoulders underneath the fabric of his own white tee.
Toshiya wears a pair of Converse, fading into some indistinct color that probably used to be navy blue. The sole is worn, the fabric tattered, holes and long grey laces. His jeans have frayed ends and holes in his knees, he can see the white skin beneath them, between the weaving coming loose. Toshiya moves his knees slowly in a muted rhythm and Kaoru smokes.
In Tokyo, Toshiya said something, in a hallway, between sound room and the one Die played his guitar in. He was resting against a wall and the door was open, Die's guitar droning along the ceiling, the walls, the floor, his ears, and Toshiya said something.
Toshiya likes fishing. He likes bringing people with him to this old cabin on the lake that he keeps somewhere near Nagano, from the aunt of an uncle of a niece of a distant relative Kaoru forgot the details about. Likes to get up at eight and go fishing. Sometimes just loves to stare at the water, hear the ripples, their lapping at the wood, or his dangling feet. Loves to feel the deck warm underneath him.
He took them all here before, Shinya, and Die, and even Kyo, and Kaoru always refused for various reasons -- he's busy, he doesn't like fishing, he doesn't like the water--, and one day he just forgot why he kept refusing and Toshiya gave up on asking.
In Tokyo Toshiya looked at him, like waiting for something, as if he waited and waited for something unspoken and said…
He liked it here. He had to admit it was beautiful. The blue sky, the puffy white clouds, the hills and the clear water. The way he could see his toes like through a rippling lens and the green stones on the bottom, fishes darting in all directions, - now they're here, now he moves his foot and they're lost in an agitation of swirly sparkling lights. The way his jeans are folded around his knees and he feels five. Even how the house is a mess and seems to fall apart, creaking wood and punctured shingles he replaces with Toshiya because the rain drips in his teacup or in his shoes. He likes pedalling down the old, broken concrete trail between the rice fields, or watching Toshiya walk barefoot.
The water is cold and Kaoru keeps on smoking, the quiet engulfing them, welcomed and perfect.
He can feel the wood vibrating and Toshiya gets up, his feet slipping out of his Converses, one by one, his fingers taking his shirt off over his head, opening his pants, sliding them off, then the briefs and he's naked next to him, naked and tall and white, all long limbs, hipbones and perfect proportions, stretching in the sun - man, boy, male - before jumping in a long leap into the water. There are drops splashing over his knees, seeping into his shirt, cold against his chest and Kaoru scrunches his nose. For a few seconds it's just him and the lake, and then Toshiya's head out of the water, some feet away.
Toshiya's clothes lay in a pile to his right, and when he looks back he can see his long form underneath the water, arms, back, buttocks, legs, toes, the hair flowing down his neck in a tail, snaking along with every movement.
Toshiya swims and Kaoru puts his cigarette out in a pocket ashtray.
The sun is harsh and he feels his shoulders burning underneath the fabric. His hand reaches for Toshiya's tee and he puts it over his shoulders and head. It smells like Toshiya and deodorant.
In Tokyo, five months ago he heard Toshiya say something. Afterwards there were calls and calls and nights of talking and now they're here, Toshiya's hand around his ankle, smiling up at him, and time stands still as Toshiya’s cold lips touch his calf and his own hand brushes over Toshiya’s wet hair, smoothing it over his head, taking strand after strand from his expectant, happy eyes, from the corner of his lips and he leans down as Toshiya reaches up and their mouths meet, warm against cold, calm against chattering teeth and warm gusts of air and it's quiet, just deep green trees, and hills and water gently rippling.
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same universe