[One-shot] Deep your voice
Deep Your Voice (aka, Rin does not want to think up a better title so you get a song title that might fit the context, whee.)
Drama - Otoya/Shu (Kamen Rider Kiva/Ikemen Desu Ne)
1000 words, PG, Crossover AU (I HAVE LOST MY MIND OKAY)
It had felt nice to just walk down the street and mingle with the crowd unnoticed, when someone had caught Shu’s hand and yanked him into this Café Mald’Amour.
Because Takeda Kouhei and Fujigaya Taisuke in ANY FORM is shippable, apparently. I totally have seen less than three episodes IDN and only seven episodes of Kamen Rider Kiva. Also, this was totally going okay until Otoya opened his mouth and then it slid into dramatically bad fic or something.
For the Enabler. :| #whatdidijustwrite
Shu fidgeted, the smile painfully awkward on his lips as he tried to pick up the cup of coffee offered to him, but there was a slight disconnect between his fingers and his brain, and instead he found himself running a fingertip over the warm ceramic, watching the steam swirl in the air.
He had no idea what he was doing in this café, hadn’t ever been in it before. It was a nice, cozy sort of place, with arched windows and flowing drapes giving the establishment an open feeling, removed from the bustle of the street outside. If Shu hadn’t felt quite so on edge, he probably would have loved it.
But as it were, he had not entered by choice. He’d left the studio during lunch break, preferring a brisk walk and the outside air to staying cooped up with an irate Ren and staff hovering everywhere. It had felt nice to just walk down the street and mingle with the crowd unnoticed, when someone had caught Shu’s hand and yanked him into this Café Mald’Amour.
“I need to talk to you,” an unfamiliar voice had told him, and Shu had found himself looking into dreamy eyes before he was tipped into a chair, coffee appearing soon after.
In that time, he’d taken the chance to size up this stranger accosting him. He had striking eyes, softened with a sort of artistry that Ren had never possessed. With high cheekbones, a stubbornly playful mouth, and a nice, straight nose, he was handsome, and while his fashion was slight eccentric, it also spoke of money.
But it didn’t really change the fact that he’d nabbed Shu off the street and was currently staring at him like he was some sort of exciting specimen. He wondered if this was one of the President’s friends, or maybe even Manager-san’s, though he seemed to be a little young for that. But after everything that had happened with Miko, Shu wouldn’t have been surprised at all.
“… So,” Shu cleared his throat, continuing to smile politely. “You said you wanted to speak to me? I’m… I’m sorry, but I don’t know who you are.”
The man’s smile grew, as if pleased. “Of course you wouldn’t, our fates have only just crossed.”
Shu blinked. The words were absurd to say the least, but the man spoke them with such smooth confidence and a hint of dramatics that it hadn’t sounded strange at all until Shu actually heard them.
“… Yes?”
“You know, I’m not usually like this,” the man said, as if Shu hadn’t spoken at all. “I prefer beautiful women and all that… but you’re beautiful and that is enough for me.” He reached out as he spoke, brushing the back of his fingers against Shu’s cheek in a movement so intimate it left Shu speechless and stunned, frozen in his chair.
This was noticed and the man quickly pulled away. “Ahhh, my apologies. I didn’t mean to rush you right in,” the man said and Shu had to wonder at how expressive he made each word. “My name is Otoya… and I’m drawn to your music.”
Shu blinked again, unsure what to make of this… fan? It was normally Ren who attracted the crazy types, as Shu’s own fans were generally the sweet shy type.
“Well,” he said, inclining his head. “I’m glad you do. Though I think you should know that it’s Ren who writes all our music and-“
“Psh,” Otoya flicked his fingers derisively, “I wasn’t talking about that. Not that I don’t think it’s… enjoyable. But it’s not the kind of music I’m talking about.” He leaned in over the table, suddenly close enough that Shu could smell his cologne.
“I’m talking about the music in your soul.”
Shu leaned as far back in his chair as he could, throwing as much distance between the, stammering, “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go. It was… nice meeting you.” He needed to get away from this man with his eyes and his smiles and his strange words. He needed to get back to the studio so Ren could rant and rail at him and where everything was normal and expected.
Otoya gave a small sigh, but nodded. “I understand. But don’t worry, we will meet again. It’s our destiny.”
“Right,” Shu said weakly, sliding out of his seat. He bowed to Otoya, a cursory thank you falling from his lips before he turned and escaped the café.
What had even happened in those twenty minutes, Shu wasn’t sure of at all, but it left a small shiver running down his spine. Otoya’s words left him feeling oddly exposed and he felt unnerved and jittery by the time he returned to the studio.
“Where have you been?” Ren demanded as soon as Shu stepped inside the studio. “We were supposed to start recording half an hour ago.”
Yuuki popped up at Ren’s elbow, eyes widened in concern. “Ne, Shu, are you okay? You look kinda pale.”
Shu paused, biting his lip and nodding. He could hardly be bothered by Ren’s mood, so used to it as he was already. “I’m fine. Sorry I’m so late.” Strangely, now that he’d had a chance to remove himself from the situation, it was almost amusing. “I met… a really strange man.”
Ren turned to Shu, holding a hand up with his thumb and forefinger pressed together. “This is the world’s small violin and it’s playing for you,” Ren snorted, before stalking out the door. “Let’s get this over with so I can move on with my life.”
Yuuki obediently trailed after Ren, but kept his eyes on Shu. “What strange man? He didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”
“Mm,” Shu shook his head, shrugging. “He just had some weird things to say about music, I guess.”
~
“He really is beautiful,” Otoya sighed, plucking another petal from the rose in his hand and letting it fall. “We will have to meet again, Fujishiro Shu~.”
Drama - Otoya/Shu (Kamen Rider Kiva/Ikemen Desu Ne)
1000 words, PG, Crossover AU (I HAVE LOST MY MIND OKAY)
It had felt nice to just walk down the street and mingle with the crowd unnoticed, when someone had caught Shu’s hand and yanked him into this Café Mald’Amour.
Because Takeda Kouhei and Fujigaya Taisuke in ANY FORM is shippable, apparently. I totally have seen less than three episodes IDN and only seven episodes of Kamen Rider Kiva. Also, this was totally going okay until Otoya opened his mouth and then it slid into dramatically bad fic or something.
For the Enabler. :| #whatdidijustwrite
Shu fidgeted, the smile painfully awkward on his lips as he tried to pick up the cup of coffee offered to him, but there was a slight disconnect between his fingers and his brain, and instead he found himself running a fingertip over the warm ceramic, watching the steam swirl in the air.
He had no idea what he was doing in this café, hadn’t ever been in it before. It was a nice, cozy sort of place, with arched windows and flowing drapes giving the establishment an open feeling, removed from the bustle of the street outside. If Shu hadn’t felt quite so on edge, he probably would have loved it.
But as it were, he had not entered by choice. He’d left the studio during lunch break, preferring a brisk walk and the outside air to staying cooped up with an irate Ren and staff hovering everywhere. It had felt nice to just walk down the street and mingle with the crowd unnoticed, when someone had caught Shu’s hand and yanked him into this Café Mald’Amour.
“I need to talk to you,” an unfamiliar voice had told him, and Shu had found himself looking into dreamy eyes before he was tipped into a chair, coffee appearing soon after.
In that time, he’d taken the chance to size up this stranger accosting him. He had striking eyes, softened with a sort of artistry that Ren had never possessed. With high cheekbones, a stubbornly playful mouth, and a nice, straight nose, he was handsome, and while his fashion was slight eccentric, it also spoke of money.
But it didn’t really change the fact that he’d nabbed Shu off the street and was currently staring at him like he was some sort of exciting specimen. He wondered if this was one of the President’s friends, or maybe even Manager-san’s, though he seemed to be a little young for that. But after everything that had happened with Miko, Shu wouldn’t have been surprised at all.
“… So,” Shu cleared his throat, continuing to smile politely. “You said you wanted to speak to me? I’m… I’m sorry, but I don’t know who you are.”
The man’s smile grew, as if pleased. “Of course you wouldn’t, our fates have only just crossed.”
Shu blinked. The words were absurd to say the least, but the man spoke them with such smooth confidence and a hint of dramatics that it hadn’t sounded strange at all until Shu actually heard them.
“… Yes?”
“You know, I’m not usually like this,” the man said, as if Shu hadn’t spoken at all. “I prefer beautiful women and all that… but you’re beautiful and that is enough for me.” He reached out as he spoke, brushing the back of his fingers against Shu’s cheek in a movement so intimate it left Shu speechless and stunned, frozen in his chair.
This was noticed and the man quickly pulled away. “Ahhh, my apologies. I didn’t mean to rush you right in,” the man said and Shu had to wonder at how expressive he made each word. “My name is Otoya… and I’m drawn to your music.”
Shu blinked again, unsure what to make of this… fan? It was normally Ren who attracted the crazy types, as Shu’s own fans were generally the sweet shy type.
“Well,” he said, inclining his head. “I’m glad you do. Though I think you should know that it’s Ren who writes all our music and-“
“Psh,” Otoya flicked his fingers derisively, “I wasn’t talking about that. Not that I don’t think it’s… enjoyable. But it’s not the kind of music I’m talking about.” He leaned in over the table, suddenly close enough that Shu could smell his cologne.
“I’m talking about the music in your soul.”
Shu leaned as far back in his chair as he could, throwing as much distance between the, stammering, “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go. It was… nice meeting you.” He needed to get away from this man with his eyes and his smiles and his strange words. He needed to get back to the studio so Ren could rant and rail at him and where everything was normal and expected.
Otoya gave a small sigh, but nodded. “I understand. But don’t worry, we will meet again. It’s our destiny.”
“Right,” Shu said weakly, sliding out of his seat. He bowed to Otoya, a cursory thank you falling from his lips before he turned and escaped the café.
What had even happened in those twenty minutes, Shu wasn’t sure of at all, but it left a small shiver running down his spine. Otoya’s words left him feeling oddly exposed and he felt unnerved and jittery by the time he returned to the studio.
“Where have you been?” Ren demanded as soon as Shu stepped inside the studio. “We were supposed to start recording half an hour ago.”
Yuuki popped up at Ren’s elbow, eyes widened in concern. “Ne, Shu, are you okay? You look kinda pale.”
Shu paused, biting his lip and nodding. He could hardly be bothered by Ren’s mood, so used to it as he was already. “I’m fine. Sorry I’m so late.” Strangely, now that he’d had a chance to remove himself from the situation, it was almost amusing. “I met… a really strange man.”
Ren turned to Shu, holding a hand up with his thumb and forefinger pressed together. “This is the world’s small violin and it’s playing for you,” Ren snorted, before stalking out the door. “Let’s get this over with so I can move on with my life.”
Yuuki obediently trailed after Ren, but kept his eyes on Shu. “What strange man? He didn’t hurt you or anything, right?”
“Mm,” Shu shook his head, shrugging. “He just had some weird things to say about music, I guess.”
~
“He really is beautiful,” Otoya sighed, plucking another petal from the rose in his hand and letting it fall. “We will have to meet again, Fujishiro Shu~.”