;; Bad Romance;; Dir En Grey=Die x Shinya. Onshot.
Title: Bad Romance.
Theme: Music;;Lady GaGa Inspired-Song:Bad Romance.
Pairing: Shinya x Die.
Comment: I dont mention their names in it but with little details you know who is which. In Die;s P.O.V. Enjoy :3
It’s perfect. You and me, as you say; ‘caught in a bad romance.’ . Clearly I hadn’t a clue on what you meant back then but now, now it’s different. I want your love, you want revenge on everything that’s happened to you, everything I’ve done to you. Corruption and satisfaction from my point of view. I find pleasure in your tantrums, ever since I landed eyes on you when we were just friends. Bluntly, I don’t want to be friends. I want more, maybe I’m selfish, greedy and stubborn. Could I be keeping you from all those other wonderful parasites out there in the world from touching you?
I tease you, annoy you plenty of times. Of course at every chance I get I go for it. However wasn’t that before I stole your love and after you hated me discreetly? I chanted in your ears when you thought, secretly, no one was in the room whilst you played your drums in the air. I hold your precious objects above my head, high in the air as you try to reach for them with no prevail, you honey brown eyes glistening in anger but also defeat. Smooth blonde hair flicking up with every prance, like a puppy. How adorable, and I do enjoy this torture I give you.
Even at those times were I would tap my hands on the table in a distracting tune, you’d slap my hands, pushing them don’t to stay in place, your hands feeling so soft and smooth against mine which are much more rough. I grin slightly and you blush but neither do you remove your hands. I smile gently, enveloping your hand into my own, stroking the pale flesh with my thumb. I know gestures like this aren’t playing your limit so I do this as often as I can. And I admit, I love every second of it. You Don’t talk much, nor reply. It’s a silent relationship, your state of mind. Half the time I think I’m imagining what our relationship really is like. Apparently that’s bad.
So that’s exactly it. I don’t want to be friends. Just that. Just… a bit more. Je veux ton amour, Et je veux t'en revendre. I know your love comes with a price. And with that you return it with grace. The risks of not being too close but being just close enough when you want, need and ask without saying a word, having myself to know this without being told. You are quite the abnormal person, you know that. We’re complete opposites but work so well. Well, of course we were enemies at the beginning but either way what are we now? It’s not like domestic violence, it’s all safe, just like a protected game. I protect you, like an animal. We’re just being played with by the unknown, and people look down on us because we’re freaks, baby. But that doesn’t change a thing.
You can’t get out of it, you know fully well. If you were to break away from this contract now then everything would shatter, combust, erupt. It would be worthless, all of us, what happened, occurred and proceeded. Walk, walk, passion baby. And this is what they call A Bad Romance but to be honest. I would rather have it this way than being caught in a wrong romance.
Theme: Music;;Lady GaGa Inspired-Song:Bad Romance.
Pairing: Shinya x Die.
Comment: I dont mention their names in it but with little details you know who is which. In Die;s P.O.V. Enjoy :3
It’s perfect. You and me, as you say; ‘caught in a bad romance.’ . Clearly I hadn’t a clue on what you meant back then but now, now it’s different. I want your love, you want revenge on everything that’s happened to you, everything I’ve done to you. Corruption and satisfaction from my point of view. I find pleasure in your tantrums, ever since I landed eyes on you when we were just friends. Bluntly, I don’t want to be friends. I want more, maybe I’m selfish, greedy and stubborn. Could I be keeping you from all those other wonderful parasites out there in the world from touching you?
I tease you, annoy you plenty of times. Of course at every chance I get I go for it. However wasn’t that before I stole your love and after you hated me discreetly? I chanted in your ears when you thought, secretly, no one was in the room whilst you played your drums in the air. I hold your precious objects above my head, high in the air as you try to reach for them with no prevail, you honey brown eyes glistening in anger but also defeat. Smooth blonde hair flicking up with every prance, like a puppy. How adorable, and I do enjoy this torture I give you.
Even at those times were I would tap my hands on the table in a distracting tune, you’d slap my hands, pushing them don’t to stay in place, your hands feeling so soft and smooth against mine which are much more rough. I grin slightly and you blush but neither do you remove your hands. I smile gently, enveloping your hand into my own, stroking the pale flesh with my thumb. I know gestures like this aren’t playing your limit so I do this as often as I can. And I admit, I love every second of it. You Don’t talk much, nor reply. It’s a silent relationship, your state of mind. Half the time I think I’m imagining what our relationship really is like. Apparently that’s bad.
So that’s exactly it. I don’t want to be friends. Just that. Just… a bit more. Je veux ton amour, Et je veux t'en revendre. I know your love comes with a price. And with that you return it with grace. The risks of not being too close but being just close enough when you want, need and ask without saying a word, having myself to know this without being told. You are quite the abnormal person, you know that. We’re complete opposites but work so well. Well, of course we were enemies at the beginning but either way what are we now? It’s not like domestic violence, it’s all safe, just like a protected game. I protect you, like an animal. We’re just being played with by the unknown, and people look down on us because we’re freaks, baby. But that doesn’t change a thing.
You can’t get out of it, you know fully well. If you were to break away from this contract now then everything would shatter, combust, erupt. It would be worthless, all of us, what happened, occurred and proceeded. Walk, walk, passion baby. And this is what they call A Bad Romance but to be honest. I would rather have it this way than being caught in a wrong romance.