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Title: There For You
Author: fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kaoru/Die
Theme: 48. Travel
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: To Die, every person is a friend until proven otherwise, but Kaoru thinks he’s just being too nice, feels like he has to protect the other man in some ways. Maybe that was what drew them to each other in the first place, but it was only the beginning.
Comments:
fonulyn: Written for diexkaorulove’s travel week, as well as for the theme travel at 50stories. But it’s not really traveling in the strictest sense of the word, it’s more just mental traveling across the years ;) But it counts anyway! It’s been longer since I wrote this, I just kind of found it again and edited it a bit to make it flow better. Again my musings on how different Die and Kaoru are, and yet at the same time so similar XD haha, just give it a go. And enjoy!
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
There For You
Die had never thought of himself as sentimental. Of course he had his sensitive side as well, being brought up in a family like his made sure of that. He had never learned to hide his emotions, couldn’t wear a mask like so many other people around him, in the business. He wore his feelings on his face, the dark pools of his eyes giving away what little he managed to otherwise conceal. When he had been young and naïve, he had thought everyone was like that. When he saw a friendly smile, he trusted the person, no matter what ulterior motives might’ve been hidden behind that polite façade. When someone made a promise, he trusted it, never doubting, as wasn’t that why promises were made, to be kept? It was a whole new concept to him that people could actually be as deceiving, manipulative and outright cruel as they really were.
Die still remembered the first time he had met Kaoru. He had liked that young guitarist instantly, the way the purple strands of hair fell on his face, how wind got caught in them as their gazes met at the bus stop after their first rehearsal together as a band. He had smiled, opened his mouth but hadn’t managed to say a single word before Kaoru had cut him off.
“You are too nice, Die.”
The words had been spoken in a gentle tone, nothing accusing in them. That was merely a statement, and yet there was something like an honest hint of worry laced somewhere deep in the confines of the observation. Only when Die had frozen, too stunned to say anything, there had been a small smile dancing on Kaoru’s lips and he had grabbed his hand to pull him along. “C’mon. Let’s go get some coffee. It’s freezing cold out here!” Too dumbfounded and stunned to even resist, Die had followed him and before he had even realized what was going on he was already sitting at a small cafeteria, a big cup of milk coffee in front of him.
That had been the first day when they had really talked to each other. Talked on a level deeper than “how are you?”, “what do you think about this guitar part?” or “do you really want to make it big in music?” They had only known for a week and a half, nearly two weeks, and yet it felt that they had known for years already. As if they had met somewhere in a previous life, Die liked to think, as he had seen it in a movie and had instantly grown fond of the thought. Their previous lives had to be entwined one way or another, to make them hit off so easily. When he talked about it to Kaoru once, both of them a bit drunk, lying on their worn couch and smoking in silence, the other man had just snorted. Kaoru didn’t think anything like a previous life could exist. He lived here, he lived now.
It seemed that after that first talk, Kaoru had taken it upon himself to protect Die. Not protecting him in a physical way, not in a way that would’ve made him feel weak or incompetent. He simply was always there. Whenever Die needed backup, whenever he needed someone to talk to, someone to turn to, Kaoru was always there. Whenever he was about to lose himself, Kaoru pulled him back from the darkness. Whenever he was about to gullibly walk straight into a trap, Kaoru stopped him and yanked him away. Die was beginning to think that Kaoru was some kind of a guardian angel for him, always there, but he discarded the thought as mere nonsense a second later. If anything, Kaoru was a demon instead of an angel, as there was nothing as seductive as he was when he set out to it.
Die had fallen in love with that demon the first moment they met. It only had taken him a while to figure it out. Now, ten years later, six years of relationship later, he could finally admit it both to himself and to others. What had started off as a drunken night of relieving inner pressure had turned to something steady, something neither of them could - or would - live without. It had been a smooth journey in the end, the transition from friendship to a relationship something neither of them had ever questioned. They had fought, no question about that, they had clashed like two storms, two waves strengthening each other through constructive interference. They had yelled, cursed, thrown things, nearly managed to get each other into hospital accidentally more than once.
And yet, they had never questioned what was between them. It was there. It bound them together.
No matter how angry Die had been, he had never walked out on Kaoru. No matter how much Kaoru would’ve wanted to strangle Die with his bare hands, he had never allowed the argument to stretch overnight.
They were a team. They knew each other thoroughly, knew how they functioned, knew how to deal with it. The arguments had come less, their hunger for each other not as evidently present as before. Yet, neither of them could imagine life without the other. What they had was like breathing. Like wind. You can’t see it, but you know it’s there. It wasn’t all sunshine and roses, but the good times always outweighed the bad, were always worth waiting for.
Die imagined that this is what growing old felt like. Slow, Sunday mornings with nothing to do, lolling in bed until noon and not exchanging a single word. He had never enjoyed lazy moments like this much, not like he enjoyed them now. He was lying on his belly in the middle of the bed, sideways, the blanket thrown aside as it was too warm in the room to even consider huddling into it. He had a cup of milk coffee in his hand, something that always reminded him of their first time of just talking into the night, and every now and then he took a long sip. In the end of the bed, resting against the headboard, was Kaoru. He had an acoustic guitar in his hands, his black coffee set on the bedside table as he was waiting for it to cool down a little.
The older man was playing a few chords, a focused frown on his lips as he tried to figure out where to head next with the piece that was hammering in the back of his skull, tried to fight his way through the creative process to actually get something coherent done. Die knew he was close to succeeding, knew to read those small signs and gestures. Finally, the concentrated wrinkle smoothed down from Kaoru’s forehead and he set the guitar aside, grabbing his coffee instead. They exchanged a smile, and the next thing Die knew was the familiar weight setting on the mattress right beside him. Shoulder brushed against shoulder, already enough to elicit a silly smile from the younger of the guitarists.
Like in a wordless agreement, they tilted their heads at the exact same second, melting into a kiss.
Life was good, Die thought. Life indeed was good.
How could it get any better from this?
Author: fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kaoru/Die
Theme: 48. Travel
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: To Die, every person is a friend until proven otherwise, but Kaoru thinks he’s just being too nice, feels like he has to protect the other man in some ways. Maybe that was what drew them to each other in the first place, but it was only the beginning.
Comments:
fonulyn: Written for diexkaorulove’s travel week, as well as for the theme travel at 50stories. But it’s not really traveling in the strictest sense of the word, it’s more just mental traveling across the years ;) But it counts anyway! It’s been longer since I wrote this, I just kind of found it again and edited it a bit to make it flow better. Again my musings on how different Die and Kaoru are, and yet at the same time so similar XD haha, just give it a go. And enjoy!
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
There For You
Die had never thought of himself as sentimental. Of course he had his sensitive side as well, being brought up in a family like his made sure of that. He had never learned to hide his emotions, couldn’t wear a mask like so many other people around him, in the business. He wore his feelings on his face, the dark pools of his eyes giving away what little he managed to otherwise conceal. When he had been young and naïve, he had thought everyone was like that. When he saw a friendly smile, he trusted the person, no matter what ulterior motives might’ve been hidden behind that polite façade. When someone made a promise, he trusted it, never doubting, as wasn’t that why promises were made, to be kept? It was a whole new concept to him that people could actually be as deceiving, manipulative and outright cruel as they really were.
Die still remembered the first time he had met Kaoru. He had liked that young guitarist instantly, the way the purple strands of hair fell on his face, how wind got caught in them as their gazes met at the bus stop after their first rehearsal together as a band. He had smiled, opened his mouth but hadn’t managed to say a single word before Kaoru had cut him off.
“You are too nice, Die.”
The words had been spoken in a gentle tone, nothing accusing in them. That was merely a statement, and yet there was something like an honest hint of worry laced somewhere deep in the confines of the observation. Only when Die had frozen, too stunned to say anything, there had been a small smile dancing on Kaoru’s lips and he had grabbed his hand to pull him along. “C’mon. Let’s go get some coffee. It’s freezing cold out here!” Too dumbfounded and stunned to even resist, Die had followed him and before he had even realized what was going on he was already sitting at a small cafeteria, a big cup of milk coffee in front of him.
That had been the first day when they had really talked to each other. Talked on a level deeper than “how are you?”, “what do you think about this guitar part?” or “do you really want to make it big in music?” They had only known for a week and a half, nearly two weeks, and yet it felt that they had known for years already. As if they had met somewhere in a previous life, Die liked to think, as he had seen it in a movie and had instantly grown fond of the thought. Their previous lives had to be entwined one way or another, to make them hit off so easily. When he talked about it to Kaoru once, both of them a bit drunk, lying on their worn couch and smoking in silence, the other man had just snorted. Kaoru didn’t think anything like a previous life could exist. He lived here, he lived now.
It seemed that after that first talk, Kaoru had taken it upon himself to protect Die. Not protecting him in a physical way, not in a way that would’ve made him feel weak or incompetent. He simply was always there. Whenever Die needed backup, whenever he needed someone to talk to, someone to turn to, Kaoru was always there. Whenever he was about to lose himself, Kaoru pulled him back from the darkness. Whenever he was about to gullibly walk straight into a trap, Kaoru stopped him and yanked him away. Die was beginning to think that Kaoru was some kind of a guardian angel for him, always there, but he discarded the thought as mere nonsense a second later. If anything, Kaoru was a demon instead of an angel, as there was nothing as seductive as he was when he set out to it.
Die had fallen in love with that demon the first moment they met. It only had taken him a while to figure it out. Now, ten years later, six years of relationship later, he could finally admit it both to himself and to others. What had started off as a drunken night of relieving inner pressure had turned to something steady, something neither of them could - or would - live without. It had been a smooth journey in the end, the transition from friendship to a relationship something neither of them had ever questioned. They had fought, no question about that, they had clashed like two storms, two waves strengthening each other through constructive interference. They had yelled, cursed, thrown things, nearly managed to get each other into hospital accidentally more than once.
And yet, they had never questioned what was between them. It was there. It bound them together.
No matter how angry Die had been, he had never walked out on Kaoru. No matter how much Kaoru would’ve wanted to strangle Die with his bare hands, he had never allowed the argument to stretch overnight.
They were a team. They knew each other thoroughly, knew how they functioned, knew how to deal with it. The arguments had come less, their hunger for each other not as evidently present as before. Yet, neither of them could imagine life without the other. What they had was like breathing. Like wind. You can’t see it, but you know it’s there. It wasn’t all sunshine and roses, but the good times always outweighed the bad, were always worth waiting for.
Die imagined that this is what growing old felt like. Slow, Sunday mornings with nothing to do, lolling in bed until noon and not exchanging a single word. He had never enjoyed lazy moments like this much, not like he enjoyed them now. He was lying on his belly in the middle of the bed, sideways, the blanket thrown aside as it was too warm in the room to even consider huddling into it. He had a cup of milk coffee in his hand, something that always reminded him of their first time of just talking into the night, and every now and then he took a long sip. In the end of the bed, resting against the headboard, was Kaoru. He had an acoustic guitar in his hands, his black coffee set on the bedside table as he was waiting for it to cool down a little.
The older man was playing a few chords, a focused frown on his lips as he tried to figure out where to head next with the piece that was hammering in the back of his skull, tried to fight his way through the creative process to actually get something coherent done. Die knew he was close to succeeding, knew to read those small signs and gestures. Finally, the concentrated wrinkle smoothed down from Kaoru’s forehead and he set the guitar aside, grabbing his coffee instead. They exchanged a smile, and the next thing Die knew was the familiar weight setting on the mattress right beside him. Shoulder brushed against shoulder, already enough to elicit a silly smile from the younger of the guitarists.
Like in a wordless agreement, they tilted their heads at the exact same second, melting into a kiss.
Life was good, Die thought. Life indeed was good.
How could it get any better from this?