Dir en grey/Sadie - Kyo/Mao - The Two Sides of Fame - 1/2
Title: The Two Sides of Fame
Author: shuichin or Shuichi
Genre: Romance/Smut/Angst
Bands: Dir en grey, サディ (Sadie)
Pairings: Kyo x Mao
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None for this chapter
Summary: Kyo teaches Mao some valuable lessons about fame.
Notes: Written for majutsu_soujiko for the the Kyo x "Anyone" Challenge. She purposely wanted me to write something that was left wide open with the hopes I wouldn't be able to resist and I'd have to write a second part. She wins, because I am indeed writing two parts to this one. >_>
Part 1
Sushi had always been a favorite food of Mao’s, so it was no surprise that he had decided to step into an obscure sushi shop during the lunch break. He’d asked the others if any of them wanted to come, but Tsurugi, Aki and Kei had all brought lunches, and Mizuki looked repulsed at the thought of setting foot inside a place that served fish, so it was just Mao.
He placed his order, and then stood back in a corner as he waited for it to be prepared. There were quite a few people in line before him, so he figured he’d be standing there for awhile. He liked standing in corners, looking mysterious while being careful not to make eye-contact with people. Already he could feel the eyes of a young woman on him, and it caused him to smirk to himself.
A little bell sounded, announcing that someone was entering the shop. Mao looked up, intending to give the newcomer the briefest of glances before looking away again; however, he recognized the man who walked in, and his jaw dropped open in spite of himself. It was none other than his biggest hero and inspiration, Kyo of the band, Dir en grey. He couldn’t help but stare as he walked up to the counter and quietly told the lady what he wanted. He looked as cool as ever in a leather jacket and sunglasses… Mao couldn’t even believe he was standing right there.
Upon ordering, Kyo stepped off to the side, but as he did he glanced over at Mao. Mao quickly looked down, fighting off a sudden blush at having been caught staring. When he looked back up he saw that Kyo was giving him a double take, so he looked down again. Still, out of the corner of his eye, he could see the older man moving closer to him. He fidgeted with a chain coming off of his belt, but otherwise didn’t move. Kyo stopped right in front of him. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was looking at a mirror of my younger self.”
That caused Mao to blush once again, and he simply had to look up. Kyo was just as tall as him, and he was standing not more than half a meter away. “Hi,” he said, mentally smacking himself for sounding so stupid.
Kyo cocked his head, but it was impossible to read what he might be thinking since he was wearing those damned sunglasses. “In fact, I think I’ve seen you before…”
“I’m in a visual band,” Mao blurted. “I’m the vocalist, like you. My name is Mao.” He bowed, still feeling basically like the stupidest person alive.
“Ah yes…Sadie, right?”
Mao’s heart leapt. “Yes!” He grinned. “I can’t believe you’ve heard of us!”
Kyo shrugged, but didn’t reply; at that moment the lady behind the counter called out, “Nishimura,” and he turned around, taking his food from her with a bow. “I frequent this place a lot so they usually let me jump the line,” he explained to Mao when he faced him again.
Mao nodded, disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to talk with his idol longer. “Can-I don’t suppose…well, could-could I get your autograph?”
To his surprise, Kyo sat down at a table nearby and opened up his to-go box there. He motioned to the seat across from himself, so Mao eagerly sat there. He felt like a fangirl or something as he watched Kyo set about eating his food, but he really couldn’t help himself. From the very first time he’d seen a Dir en grey PV he’d known he wanted to be just like Kyo. He dressed like him, he sang like him, he talked like him… It wasn’t that he wanted to be a copycat, it was just that he thought Kyo was the model rock star, and he believed he would have to be crazy not to want to be as much like Kyo as possible…
“I’m Kyo, by the way,” Kyo said suddenly, as though just remembering something. He bowed as well as he could while sitting, and then resumed eating.
Mao couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, I know that, of course,” he said. “Everyone knows who you are, Kyo-sama.”
“Mm,” Kyo said.
Silence fell on them. Mao twiddled his thumbs nervously, still watching Kyo eat. The other didn’t look back up at him, so he had to wonder if he’d said something offensive. “I-I didn’t mean to be rude,” he said. “It’s just…well, I didn’t expect you to introduce yourself because it’s obvious that I know who you are…”
Kyo reached up then, and removed his sunglasses so he could look Mao in the eye. Mao couldn’t help the look of surprise that came over his visage when he saw how red-rimmed and bloodshot they were. “I understand that, and I’m sorry to be curt, but I’d rather you didn’t treat me like I’m a god.”
He went back to his lunch. Mao swallowed; this was not at all what he’d imagined an encounter with Kyo to be like. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, “it’s just…to me you are a god.”
“Then get that notion out of your head right now,” Kyo snapped. “Gods are perfect, and I’m anything but.”
Mao wanted to argue more, but then he realized it was probably a lost cause. He nodded and slowly stood up from his chair; it seemed Kyo had no interest in talking to his biggest fan. “Okay, well… It was amazing to meet you, Kyo-sama. A dream come true.” He laughed lightly, but stopped quickly when Kyo didn’t even look up.
A couple of minutes later his order was called, and when he turned back to the dining area he saw that Kyo was gone.
* * * * *
Mao was aware of his band mates’ stares and whispers as they packed up at the end of the day. He hadn’t told anyone about his encounter, which was completely unfair to him. He’d always imagined that if he ever met Kyo, he would be telling anyone who would listen. He wasn’t very enthused, though, about telling everyone how his greatest inspiration had treated him like dirt. He quelled the tears that formed in his eyes, harvested from both anger and disappointment, and blinked furiously, concentrating on wrapping up the microphone cord.
“So…what’s wrong, Mao-kun?” Aki finally said, getting straight to the point; the others were all watching carefully.
“If there was something wrong that I wanted to tell you about, I would have told you already,” Mao said coolly.
Everyone was quiet. Aki took a step closer, setting his hand on Mao’s shoulder. “There’s no reason to be a prick. We’re just worried, that’s all.”
Mao glared at a spot on the floor. “Yes, but I try to be like Kyo-sama, don’t I? And he’s a total prick to people for no reason, so now I have to act that way. I’ll see you guys later,” he spat, dropping the microphone to the floor, picking up his bag, and marching out.
He felt terrible; he wasn’t a mean person, and he’d certainly never been mean for no reason-especially not to Aki, of all people! He sat down on the steps outside of the studio, content to either wait there for his band mates so he could apologize, or simply stay there for the rest of his life to rot. He couldn’t help it, though; he’d met his idol, the reason behind everything he said and did, and the man had been nothing less than an asshole to him. It was disheartening; it made him deeply consider changing his whole look so that no one could compare him to Kyo.
A car pulled up at that moment, though Mao was content to ignore it. It was probably a ride for one of his band mates anyway, and he’d always been good at ignoring things and people that had nothing to do with him.
The passenger window rolled down and a voice called, “Oi, Mao-kun.”
He looked up because he recognized that voice; sure enough, it was Kyo who sat behind the wheel. “Yes?” He asked stiffly, unsure of how to react.
“Hop in,” Kyo said.
He offered no further explanation, but Mao got up and got inside anyway, mentally cursing himself for being such a goddamn pushover. He dropped his bag by his feet, and buckled up before crossing his arms over his chest like an adolescent, his gazed turned outside. Not that the view was much of anything; Tokyo had recently been under the depressing reign of clouds, fog and cold drizzle for the last few days. The greyness of the outdoors only made him feel more upset, if anything.
“I owe you an apology,” Kyo said, and Mao quickly snapped his head over to him. He was staring straight ahead, apparently too embarrassed to make eye contact with Mao. “I was unbelievably rude back in the sushi shop…I tend to be a jerk when I’m in a bad mood, but just because I’m having a bad week, that doesn’t give me license to treat a fan like shit. I’m sorry for that.”
Mao felt a strange blush permeate his cheeks, and he mentally cursed himself for ever doubting his role model. “Oh, it’s all right, Kyo-sama, I understand. I have bad days all the time, and-“
“Please don’t call me that, though,” Kyo sighed. “This might come as a shock to you, considering how great you think I am, but I don’t think I’m all that.”
Mao nodded. “Kyo-san?” He asked.
Kyo gave a nod. “That’s fine.”
Mao fidgeted with the chain on his belt again, watching Kyo even if it was rude. “Kyo-san…I don’t mean to impose, and if I’m out of line just push me back into line, but…why are your eyes so…I mean, it looks like you’ve been-“
“Crying?” Kyo jumped in, sending a smirk over at Mao; he was no longer wearing the sunglasses, which was probably good because it was getting dark outside. “I was. I got into a huge argument with my dad this morning over the phone, and then I called up Kaoru-kun to talk about it, but he was busy and snappy so I ended up yelling at him, and he yelled back, and then I got pissed off and left to get sushi.” He stopped to sigh. “We’re all really stressed out right now, and the whole week’s just been hell.”
Mao nodded. “Oh. I’m very sorry, Kyo-san.”
Kyo shrugged. “That’s life.” He looked pointedly at Mao as they came to a stop at a red light. “Make sure you’re ready to become famous. It’s easy to accept the money, the girls, the legions of fans screaming your name at a concert… But what people forget about are the hard things. The entire world is watching you so if you screw up…everyone’s going to see it. And you know, I used to be able to go shopping without getting mobbed.” He snorted. “It’s funny how you can take such simple things for granted.”
Mao shrugged. “Yes, but this is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? It must still make you feel amazing.”
Kyo shook his head. “Yeah, because it feels amazing to have a herd of teenage girls chasing after you, calling you ‘kawaii’ all the time. I always wanted to be a rock star, Mao-kun, but not so I could be famous. I just wanted to speak to people.”
“And you have!” Mao blurted, grabbing Kyo’s arm for emphasis, not stopping to consider if he was allowed to do that or not. “You speak to everyone with your lyrics and your stage presence, Kyo-san! That’s why I want to be like you. Sure, I think you dress cool, and I love the way you sing, but how I really want to be most like you is with my voice. I want to speak to people the way you do.”
Kyo looked over at him with a genuine smile. “Mao-kun…would you like to come over for some tea?”
Mao blushed and let go of Kyo’s arm, looking back out the window. “Well, since we’re far away from my place now, then sure, why not?”
Kyo chuckled. “Good. I hope you like tea okay because I’m out of booze.”
Mao laughed with him, glad they were getting along.
* * * * *
Kyo’s apartment was much nicer than Mao’s, but it was easy to feel at home there. It didn’t look as though a tornado had hit it, but it was still a little messy. There was a guitar taking up residence on the kitchen counter, the sink was full of dirty dishes, ash trays overflowing with cigarette butts littered several surfaces, a GameCube was sitting in the middle of the living room with its controller resting on the couch, and a couple of Kuroyume and Star Wars posters decorated the walls.
It turned out Kyo at least knew how to make authentic green tea, so shortly after arriving, the two were sitting on the couch with tea mugs and cigarettes. Kyo finally looked a little more relaxed since he was sitting at his own place, sucking some nicotine into his system. Mao tried to look relaxed, too, but he was feeling a little wound up just from the thought that he was sitting in Kyo’s apartment! It was so surreal to him, especially after the way he’d been treated at the sushi shop.
“I had to beg Kiyoharu-sama to sign that poster for me,” he said suddenly, pointing to one of the Kuroyume posters. “He said I didn’t need a signed poster from him because we were friends.” He chuckled, and looked at Mao. “I treated him a lot like you treat me.”
Mao felt his cheeks redden, and he shrugged, but didn’t know what to say to that so he brought his mug to his lips. Kyo continued to give him that strange smile. “Honestly, I like you, Mao-kun. Usually I’m terrified to meet fanboys, but you’re not like the rest of them.”
“I’m not a fanboy!” Mao blurted, unable to stop himself. “I-I just admire you, I mean.”
Kyo shrugged and took a drag from his cigarette before continuing. “Even so. You’re the most respectful admirer of me that I’ve met in Japan. You wouldn’t believe how glad I am that you didn’t flip out and tackle me in the sushi shop.” He shook his head, looking disgruntled all of a sudden. “Believe it or not, it has happened before. One minute I’m standing there, minding my own business, and the next, I’m being thrown to the floor by six or seven fangirls.”
Mao couldn’t help laughing at that! He set down his mug so he could cover his mouth with that hand. “I’m sorry, that’s just such a funny mental image, Kyo-san!”
“Why do you hide your smile like that?” Kyo asked in a would-be casual tone.
Mao shrugged, moving his hand so Kyo could see his lingering smile. “I don’t actually know…”
“I hope it’s not in an attempt to be more like me, because I do smile sometimes.” To prove his point, Kyo flashed him a random, crooked-toothed grin.
That caused Mao to laugh as well, and he covered his mouth again. “Gomen nasai!”
Kyo set his tea aside, and stubbed his cigarette in the nearest ashtray before scooting closer to Mao. He gently grabbed his wrist and moved his hand away from his mouth, but then he did something that Mao was certainly not expecting. Suddenly he felt Kyo’s lips pressing against his, moving slowly and languidly. His eyes slipped shut and he kissed back, bringing one hand up to cup the back of Kyo’s neck while the other still held limply to his cigarette.
Kyo set one hand on Mao’s hip bone, and used the other to pluck the cigarette away from him, leaning forward to set it in an ashtray, at the same time pinning Mao against the couch cushions. They continued kissing, and Mao let out a mixture between a gasp and a moan when Kyo ground his hips against him. “Kyo-san, you’re a pervert,” he murmured against his lips.
Kyo laughed at that, and broke the contact, sitting up, but still straddling Mao. “I’m not really, I promise. Well, okay, I write some pretty perverted shit, but that’s beside the point. Anyway, why are you kissing back?”
Mao shrugged. “Because I’ve always had a crush on you. That makes sense, though, doesn’t it? What I don’t understand is why you’re kissing me. And you started it even!”
Kyo shrugged as well. “Maybe because I have a crush on you, too.”
Mao guffawed. “Yeah right! You didn’t even know who I was until a few hours ago!”
“That may be so, but crushes are annoying like that, and they just crop up unexpectedly,” Kyo insisted. Then he got off of Mao. “However, I don’t want to ruin anything here. Would you like more tea before you leave?”
Mao watched Kyo’s back as he picked up the mugs and disappeared into the kitchen. He sat up and cleared his throat. “Erm…no, that’s fine. I’ll just be going.”
He went to the entryway and put his shoes on, smiling because they were identical to Kyo’s, which sat nearby. Kyo came up behind him, so he turned around, smile still in place. “Well, thanks for the tea, Kyo-san.”
Kyo cupped his cheek and kissed him again, giving Mao no other choice but to melt into the other man’s touch. He clenched his fingers into his shirt, kissing back fiercely, hoping to imprint every little feeling into his memory. Kyo pulled away quickly, though; his lips moved to Mao’s ear and he whispered, “Come back some time.”
He took a couple of steps back, shoving his hands into his pocket. Mao smiled, and then walked out of Kyo’s apartment with every intention of coming back.
Part 2
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Notes: 1) Of course, I have no idea if Mao really aspires to be so like Kyo, but he certainly sends off that vibe.
2) This is for the very annoying majutsu_soujiko, who made sure to be as precise as possible with her request. She wanted there to be as much smut as I felt like dishing out, angst, humor, Kyo acting like a real and relatable human being, Mao being utterly adorable, Kyo mentioning Kiyoharu (I kid you not; she requested that), at least one appearance by the other members of Sadie...and I think that covers it. Anything I didn't grant to her is in the next chapter, of course, but still... *glares at Souji* J/k I love her. ♥
Author: shuichin or Shuichi
Genre: Romance/Smut/Angst
Bands: Dir en grey, サディ (Sadie)
Pairings: Kyo x Mao
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None for this chapter
Summary: Kyo teaches Mao some valuable lessons about fame.
Notes: Written for majutsu_soujiko for the the Kyo x "Anyone" Challenge. She purposely wanted me to write something that was left wide open with the hopes I wouldn't be able to resist and I'd have to write a second part. She wins, because I am indeed writing two parts to this one. >_>
Part 1
Sushi had always been a favorite food of Mao’s, so it was no surprise that he had decided to step into an obscure sushi shop during the lunch break. He’d asked the others if any of them wanted to come, but Tsurugi, Aki and Kei had all brought lunches, and Mizuki looked repulsed at the thought of setting foot inside a place that served fish, so it was just Mao.
He placed his order, and then stood back in a corner as he waited for it to be prepared. There were quite a few people in line before him, so he figured he’d be standing there for awhile. He liked standing in corners, looking mysterious while being careful not to make eye-contact with people. Already he could feel the eyes of a young woman on him, and it caused him to smirk to himself.
A little bell sounded, announcing that someone was entering the shop. Mao looked up, intending to give the newcomer the briefest of glances before looking away again; however, he recognized the man who walked in, and his jaw dropped open in spite of himself. It was none other than his biggest hero and inspiration, Kyo of the band, Dir en grey. He couldn’t help but stare as he walked up to the counter and quietly told the lady what he wanted. He looked as cool as ever in a leather jacket and sunglasses… Mao couldn’t even believe he was standing right there.
Upon ordering, Kyo stepped off to the side, but as he did he glanced over at Mao. Mao quickly looked down, fighting off a sudden blush at having been caught staring. When he looked back up he saw that Kyo was giving him a double take, so he looked down again. Still, out of the corner of his eye, he could see the older man moving closer to him. He fidgeted with a chain coming off of his belt, but otherwise didn’t move. Kyo stopped right in front of him. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was looking at a mirror of my younger self.”
That caused Mao to blush once again, and he simply had to look up. Kyo was just as tall as him, and he was standing not more than half a meter away. “Hi,” he said, mentally smacking himself for sounding so stupid.
Kyo cocked his head, but it was impossible to read what he might be thinking since he was wearing those damned sunglasses. “In fact, I think I’ve seen you before…”
“I’m in a visual band,” Mao blurted. “I’m the vocalist, like you. My name is Mao.” He bowed, still feeling basically like the stupidest person alive.
“Ah yes…Sadie, right?”
Mao’s heart leapt. “Yes!” He grinned. “I can’t believe you’ve heard of us!”
Kyo shrugged, but didn’t reply; at that moment the lady behind the counter called out, “Nishimura,” and he turned around, taking his food from her with a bow. “I frequent this place a lot so they usually let me jump the line,” he explained to Mao when he faced him again.
Mao nodded, disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to talk with his idol longer. “Can-I don’t suppose…well, could-could I get your autograph?”
To his surprise, Kyo sat down at a table nearby and opened up his to-go box there. He motioned to the seat across from himself, so Mao eagerly sat there. He felt like a fangirl or something as he watched Kyo set about eating his food, but he really couldn’t help himself. From the very first time he’d seen a Dir en grey PV he’d known he wanted to be just like Kyo. He dressed like him, he sang like him, he talked like him… It wasn’t that he wanted to be a copycat, it was just that he thought Kyo was the model rock star, and he believed he would have to be crazy not to want to be as much like Kyo as possible…
“I’m Kyo, by the way,” Kyo said suddenly, as though just remembering something. He bowed as well as he could while sitting, and then resumed eating.
Mao couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, I know that, of course,” he said. “Everyone knows who you are, Kyo-sama.”
“Mm,” Kyo said.
Silence fell on them. Mao twiddled his thumbs nervously, still watching Kyo eat. The other didn’t look back up at him, so he had to wonder if he’d said something offensive. “I-I didn’t mean to be rude,” he said. “It’s just…well, I didn’t expect you to introduce yourself because it’s obvious that I know who you are…”
Kyo reached up then, and removed his sunglasses so he could look Mao in the eye. Mao couldn’t help the look of surprise that came over his visage when he saw how red-rimmed and bloodshot they were. “I understand that, and I’m sorry to be curt, but I’d rather you didn’t treat me like I’m a god.”
He went back to his lunch. Mao swallowed; this was not at all what he’d imagined an encounter with Kyo to be like. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, “it’s just…to me you are a god.”
“Then get that notion out of your head right now,” Kyo snapped. “Gods are perfect, and I’m anything but.”
Mao wanted to argue more, but then he realized it was probably a lost cause. He nodded and slowly stood up from his chair; it seemed Kyo had no interest in talking to his biggest fan. “Okay, well… It was amazing to meet you, Kyo-sama. A dream come true.” He laughed lightly, but stopped quickly when Kyo didn’t even look up.
A couple of minutes later his order was called, and when he turned back to the dining area he saw that Kyo was gone.
* * * * *
Mao was aware of his band mates’ stares and whispers as they packed up at the end of the day. He hadn’t told anyone about his encounter, which was completely unfair to him. He’d always imagined that if he ever met Kyo, he would be telling anyone who would listen. He wasn’t very enthused, though, about telling everyone how his greatest inspiration had treated him like dirt. He quelled the tears that formed in his eyes, harvested from both anger and disappointment, and blinked furiously, concentrating on wrapping up the microphone cord.
“So…what’s wrong, Mao-kun?” Aki finally said, getting straight to the point; the others were all watching carefully.
“If there was something wrong that I wanted to tell you about, I would have told you already,” Mao said coolly.
Everyone was quiet. Aki took a step closer, setting his hand on Mao’s shoulder. “There’s no reason to be a prick. We’re just worried, that’s all.”
Mao glared at a spot on the floor. “Yes, but I try to be like Kyo-sama, don’t I? And he’s a total prick to people for no reason, so now I have to act that way. I’ll see you guys later,” he spat, dropping the microphone to the floor, picking up his bag, and marching out.
He felt terrible; he wasn’t a mean person, and he’d certainly never been mean for no reason-especially not to Aki, of all people! He sat down on the steps outside of the studio, content to either wait there for his band mates so he could apologize, or simply stay there for the rest of his life to rot. He couldn’t help it, though; he’d met his idol, the reason behind everything he said and did, and the man had been nothing less than an asshole to him. It was disheartening; it made him deeply consider changing his whole look so that no one could compare him to Kyo.
A car pulled up at that moment, though Mao was content to ignore it. It was probably a ride for one of his band mates anyway, and he’d always been good at ignoring things and people that had nothing to do with him.
The passenger window rolled down and a voice called, “Oi, Mao-kun.”
He looked up because he recognized that voice; sure enough, it was Kyo who sat behind the wheel. “Yes?” He asked stiffly, unsure of how to react.
“Hop in,” Kyo said.
He offered no further explanation, but Mao got up and got inside anyway, mentally cursing himself for being such a goddamn pushover. He dropped his bag by his feet, and buckled up before crossing his arms over his chest like an adolescent, his gazed turned outside. Not that the view was much of anything; Tokyo had recently been under the depressing reign of clouds, fog and cold drizzle for the last few days. The greyness of the outdoors only made him feel more upset, if anything.
“I owe you an apology,” Kyo said, and Mao quickly snapped his head over to him. He was staring straight ahead, apparently too embarrassed to make eye contact with Mao. “I was unbelievably rude back in the sushi shop…I tend to be a jerk when I’m in a bad mood, but just because I’m having a bad week, that doesn’t give me license to treat a fan like shit. I’m sorry for that.”
Mao felt a strange blush permeate his cheeks, and he mentally cursed himself for ever doubting his role model. “Oh, it’s all right, Kyo-sama, I understand. I have bad days all the time, and-“
“Please don’t call me that, though,” Kyo sighed. “This might come as a shock to you, considering how great you think I am, but I don’t think I’m all that.”
Mao nodded. “Kyo-san?” He asked.
Kyo gave a nod. “That’s fine.”
Mao fidgeted with the chain on his belt again, watching Kyo even if it was rude. “Kyo-san…I don’t mean to impose, and if I’m out of line just push me back into line, but…why are your eyes so…I mean, it looks like you’ve been-“
“Crying?” Kyo jumped in, sending a smirk over at Mao; he was no longer wearing the sunglasses, which was probably good because it was getting dark outside. “I was. I got into a huge argument with my dad this morning over the phone, and then I called up Kaoru-kun to talk about it, but he was busy and snappy so I ended up yelling at him, and he yelled back, and then I got pissed off and left to get sushi.” He stopped to sigh. “We’re all really stressed out right now, and the whole week’s just been hell.”
Mao nodded. “Oh. I’m very sorry, Kyo-san.”
Kyo shrugged. “That’s life.” He looked pointedly at Mao as they came to a stop at a red light. “Make sure you’re ready to become famous. It’s easy to accept the money, the girls, the legions of fans screaming your name at a concert… But what people forget about are the hard things. The entire world is watching you so if you screw up…everyone’s going to see it. And you know, I used to be able to go shopping without getting mobbed.” He snorted. “It’s funny how you can take such simple things for granted.”
Mao shrugged. “Yes, but this is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? It must still make you feel amazing.”
Kyo shook his head. “Yeah, because it feels amazing to have a herd of teenage girls chasing after you, calling you ‘kawaii’ all the time. I always wanted to be a rock star, Mao-kun, but not so I could be famous. I just wanted to speak to people.”
“And you have!” Mao blurted, grabbing Kyo’s arm for emphasis, not stopping to consider if he was allowed to do that or not. “You speak to everyone with your lyrics and your stage presence, Kyo-san! That’s why I want to be like you. Sure, I think you dress cool, and I love the way you sing, but how I really want to be most like you is with my voice. I want to speak to people the way you do.”
Kyo looked over at him with a genuine smile. “Mao-kun…would you like to come over for some tea?”
Mao blushed and let go of Kyo’s arm, looking back out the window. “Well, since we’re far away from my place now, then sure, why not?”
Kyo chuckled. “Good. I hope you like tea okay because I’m out of booze.”
Mao laughed with him, glad they were getting along.
* * * * *
Kyo’s apartment was much nicer than Mao’s, but it was easy to feel at home there. It didn’t look as though a tornado had hit it, but it was still a little messy. There was a guitar taking up residence on the kitchen counter, the sink was full of dirty dishes, ash trays overflowing with cigarette butts littered several surfaces, a GameCube was sitting in the middle of the living room with its controller resting on the couch, and a couple of Kuroyume and Star Wars posters decorated the walls.
It turned out Kyo at least knew how to make authentic green tea, so shortly after arriving, the two were sitting on the couch with tea mugs and cigarettes. Kyo finally looked a little more relaxed since he was sitting at his own place, sucking some nicotine into his system. Mao tried to look relaxed, too, but he was feeling a little wound up just from the thought that he was sitting in Kyo’s apartment! It was so surreal to him, especially after the way he’d been treated at the sushi shop.
“I had to beg Kiyoharu-sama to sign that poster for me,” he said suddenly, pointing to one of the Kuroyume posters. “He said I didn’t need a signed poster from him because we were friends.” He chuckled, and looked at Mao. “I treated him a lot like you treat me.”
Mao felt his cheeks redden, and he shrugged, but didn’t know what to say to that so he brought his mug to his lips. Kyo continued to give him that strange smile. “Honestly, I like you, Mao-kun. Usually I’m terrified to meet fanboys, but you’re not like the rest of them.”
“I’m not a fanboy!” Mao blurted, unable to stop himself. “I-I just admire you, I mean.”
Kyo shrugged and took a drag from his cigarette before continuing. “Even so. You’re the most respectful admirer of me that I’ve met in Japan. You wouldn’t believe how glad I am that you didn’t flip out and tackle me in the sushi shop.” He shook his head, looking disgruntled all of a sudden. “Believe it or not, it has happened before. One minute I’m standing there, minding my own business, and the next, I’m being thrown to the floor by six or seven fangirls.”
Mao couldn’t help laughing at that! He set down his mug so he could cover his mouth with that hand. “I’m sorry, that’s just such a funny mental image, Kyo-san!”
“Why do you hide your smile like that?” Kyo asked in a would-be casual tone.
Mao shrugged, moving his hand so Kyo could see his lingering smile. “I don’t actually know…”
“I hope it’s not in an attempt to be more like me, because I do smile sometimes.” To prove his point, Kyo flashed him a random, crooked-toothed grin.
That caused Mao to laugh as well, and he covered his mouth again. “Gomen nasai!”
Kyo set his tea aside, and stubbed his cigarette in the nearest ashtray before scooting closer to Mao. He gently grabbed his wrist and moved his hand away from his mouth, but then he did something that Mao was certainly not expecting. Suddenly he felt Kyo’s lips pressing against his, moving slowly and languidly. His eyes slipped shut and he kissed back, bringing one hand up to cup the back of Kyo’s neck while the other still held limply to his cigarette.
Kyo set one hand on Mao’s hip bone, and used the other to pluck the cigarette away from him, leaning forward to set it in an ashtray, at the same time pinning Mao against the couch cushions. They continued kissing, and Mao let out a mixture between a gasp and a moan when Kyo ground his hips against him. “Kyo-san, you’re a pervert,” he murmured against his lips.
Kyo laughed at that, and broke the contact, sitting up, but still straddling Mao. “I’m not really, I promise. Well, okay, I write some pretty perverted shit, but that’s beside the point. Anyway, why are you kissing back?”
Mao shrugged. “Because I’ve always had a crush on you. That makes sense, though, doesn’t it? What I don’t understand is why you’re kissing me. And you started it even!”
Kyo shrugged as well. “Maybe because I have a crush on you, too.”
Mao guffawed. “Yeah right! You didn’t even know who I was until a few hours ago!”
“That may be so, but crushes are annoying like that, and they just crop up unexpectedly,” Kyo insisted. Then he got off of Mao. “However, I don’t want to ruin anything here. Would you like more tea before you leave?”
Mao watched Kyo’s back as he picked up the mugs and disappeared into the kitchen. He sat up and cleared his throat. “Erm…no, that’s fine. I’ll just be going.”
He went to the entryway and put his shoes on, smiling because they were identical to Kyo’s, which sat nearby. Kyo came up behind him, so he turned around, smile still in place. “Well, thanks for the tea, Kyo-san.”
Kyo cupped his cheek and kissed him again, giving Mao no other choice but to melt into the other man’s touch. He clenched his fingers into his shirt, kissing back fiercely, hoping to imprint every little feeling into his memory. Kyo pulled away quickly, though; his lips moved to Mao’s ear and he whispered, “Come back some time.”
He took a couple of steps back, shoving his hands into his pocket. Mao smiled, and then walked out of Kyo’s apartment with every intention of coming back.
Part 2
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Notes: 1) Of course, I have no idea if Mao really aspires to be so like Kyo, but he certainly sends off that vibe.
2) This is for the very annoying majutsu_soujiko, who made sure to be as precise as possible with her request. She wanted there to be as much smut as I felt like dishing out, angst, humor, Kyo acting like a real and relatable human being, Mao being utterly adorable, Kyo mentioning Kiyoharu (I kid you not; she requested that), at least one appearance by the other members of Sadie...and I think that covers it. Anything I didn't grant to her is in the next chapter, of course, but still... *glares at Souji* J/k I love her. ♥