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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 4:45 pm
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Warmth... Comfort... Safety... The akuma with the loving arms was wrapped around the tenshi... keeping him still... staving off the darkness with his mere touch. Ryuukaze... his Ryu... Naoko realized, as he drifted into slumber, that this man really did love him. It wasn't a superficial, 'let's ********' sort of love either. It was... real... pure... Sure, sleeping with Ryu was really fun but... just being beside him... It was so peaceful. This mere moment put the pianist's heart and mind at ease. He wasn't afraid... wasn't paranoid... wasn't thinking that he might need to run as soon as he got the chance. Naoko could just be Naoko... And that was a far more special gift than a vacation. So, Oumori slept. Peacefully. A truly peaceful sleep in the violinist's arms. When Ryu woke, when he kissed the blond... Naoko didn't stir. He was deeply asleep, a rarity for him. However, after a time, after the warmth of Ryuukaze was gone... the pianist frowned in his sleep, one lithe hand reaching... searching...
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 5:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 7:33 pm
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~( Lonely ) Mayotta nara~ ~( Try again ) Nando datte~ ~Yarinaosu koto dekiru kara~
Oh that angelic voice...how it called to him, pleading so sweetly. The violinist's heart leapt in his chest, nearly bursting with happiness upon hearing his angel's request. "Of course, my love. I'll hold you forever as well. Until the sun no longer burns in the sky, until the tides no longer ebb and flow..." he whispered back, taking the pianist in his arms once more, bundling the covers around them both as he gently rocked them both back and forth, Naoko's head in the crook of his neck, against his chest. Peacefully, he hummed a sentimental tune. If there were a heaven, he was holding it in his arms right now.
~( I’m here )~ Soba ni iru wa~ ~( Believe me ) Osorenai de~ ~Shinjiau koto....~ ~FOR YOU~
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 3:20 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 6:18 am
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Great, now Hiroki wanted the vocalist to stand up... Just peachy... With a smirk, Nakai unfolded his legs in such a manner as to hide his aroused state, spinning around the end of the sofa to stand behind it with a flourish. "Then, by all means..." the blond spoke with a mock bow. "I'll lead the way. Though, I doubt you'll need to put a pillow between us, Hiroki-san. I don't toss and turn in my sleep often. Though... I can't say the same for you." he winked teasingly before turning and leading the way. "You don't mind if I dress while you're inspecting my bedroom, do you?" he asked, glancing back over his shoulder. He could sense the flirtatious air and, well... Kai thought it was rather odd coming from Asato. Very odd indeed... He'd never pegged the man to be into other men, after all.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 6:40 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 12:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 2:50 pm
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Stepping into his closet, Nakai dug around for what he wanted to wear. "You can come in." the blond spoke as he pulled a dark blue short sleeved button up shirt from the hanger. He slipped it over his arms, but didn't button it. At least not yet. Next, the vocalist grabbed a pair of dark blue tight jeans, slipping them over his black boxers then buttoning them up. "I'll, of course, change clothes at the concert." he spoke, walking into his bedroom again, running lithe fingers through his hair as he tried to rid himself of some of the bedhead. "I hope you saved Izzy a spot at the concert. He'll feel wretched if he can't come. Not to mention he really does need to get out... I feel bad for not visiting like I wanted." It had really come at such a bad time... Kai doubted neither Narcissus nor Chiyou had been able to visit him either. Laughing, Nakai winked at Hiroki. "Why not take a seat, lay down, try it out, hmm?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 3:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 4:14 pm
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Sighing slightly, Nakai moved to sit on the edge of the foot of the bed. He scratched his scalp, using his fingers to try and de-tangle his hair for a moment. "I have mixed feelings when it comes to Izzy-san but..." the musician shrugged. "He's my friend first and foremost, even more than him being my manager. He gets me, you know?" turning slightly, Kai watched as Hiroki tried out the bed. "He needs to come to the concert, even if he doesn't feel up to it. It'll do him good. Plus... well... I'd like him to see me live. Since, you know, he hasn't yet." But then Asato was laying down and Nakai simply fell backwards, landing on the bed beside him. For a moment, he didn't move... then, the blond rolled onto his side facing Asato and smirking. "I don't roll. Yakusouku. Though... I suppose sometimes I've been known to cuddle." he teased with a rather evil smirk. Okay, so he really wanted to pin the man down and have a go at him... but how could he? Asato was his manager's boss... HIS boss... But he was rather handsome...
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 4:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 5:17 pm
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Nigiyaka na hitogomi ni tokeru tsubuyaki ga Ashimoto ni chirabatta omoide nijimaseru---
Sitting in the studio, Chiyou was going over his set for the night. There had been two songs he liked, but he only had room for one of them in the set. The band knew all the music by heart, but the boy was contemplating making a last minute change to his setlist. First, he listened to the one song. Then, to the other. And suddenly...there was a knock on the door.
"Chiyou-kun!" came an annoying, somewhat whiny voice. Lovely. It was his manager, Nezumi-san.
"What do you want?" he answered back, very rudely. He hadn't even spoken to this man for more than twenty minutes in the last month. Usually, he only saw the man in regard to picking up checks and discussing budgets.
"Well, tonight's the big night, eh? You....need anything? Can I get you anything? You got your, uh, your set together? Hm?" the manager pestered.
Chiyou's brow furrowed. This was...extremely annoying, distracting, and even a bit upsetting. Who did this man think he was all of a sudden? He had pushed the boy aside, ignored him, outright told him he was a waste of time...and now here he was, poking and prodding into what the young star was handling very well on his own. Actually, he was doing better on his own than he had been doing with Nezumi-san, once he took the initiative.
"Go away." he growled. Just...annoying!
"Chiyou! You need to respect me! Keep acting like this and you're not going anywhere with your career, you know. What would Koyasu-sama think if he saw you talking to me like this? Izzy Lucky not teach you to respect your elders or something?" Nezumi shot back, not happy at all with how this...brat...was talking to him.
Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, Chiyou tried to ignore this man who was supposedly "in charge" of him. Yet...every word out of his mouth just plain pissed him off. It could have been ignored, could have been let go, if Nezumi hadn't made the fatal mistake of bringing the immaculate name of Izzy Lucky into things.
"SHUT THE ******** UP!" he roared, throwing a pair of headphones across the room, flying right past his manager's head. "You. Are. FIRED! FIRED! Get out!" the young star yelled, approaching the man, forcing him to back out of the room and slamming the door behind him. He really hadn't needed that kind of crap on a day like today. It was supposed to be a great day! Sighing, he just went back to what he was doing. Perhaps...he would choose the second song for tonight.
Nezumi stood outside the slammed studio door, glaring at it. He had never, ever been disrespected in such a way, especially not by some little brat like that. Useless kid. A waste of time. Turning and walking away, Nezumi flipped open his cellphone, placing a call to one Hiroki Asato. It rang a few times, then there was an answer. "Ah, Hiroki-san! I'm so very sorry to bother you, but it seems we have a problem...I think Chiyou-kun is strung out on drugs again, you see. I was trying to help him with his preparation for tonight, and he just blew up! Threw things at me, assaulted me, even! He's out of control, it would seem. The last thing he said to me, was that I was fired! How unbelievable..." he chuckled, waiting for a response. If the little brat wanted trouble, Nezumi would give it to him.
---Mayoi aruku machi no kagayaki wa glaring one way Kogoe sou na boku wo terasu
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 6:53 pm
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"Narcissus' house is safe for him." Nakai agreed, before he began to laugh. He carefully pushed himself up onto all fours, looking over and down at Hiroki for a quick moment. "Well... I guess a demonstration wouldn't hurt anything, ne?" he asked softly before moving over to the older man. Kai moved one leg over Hiroki, then one arm, straddling the man at the waist, a hand on either side of Asato's head. "I sometimes get a little... close..." Nakai whispered, moving until his lips hovered just beside Hiroki's right ear. He began to lower his body over the other man until lightly laying on him. A few seconds later... Hiroki's damn cell phone rang. BUT, before he could answer it... playfully... the blond reached into Asato's pocket and stole the phone. Without being given the chance to say anything, the voice on the other end fell into an explination about... Chiyou? "Chiyou ka?" Kai spoke, making his voice rather thoughtful. "Gomen, Ne... Nezumi-san ka? Gomen, Nezumi-san... demo... I think Chiyou-kun is quite sober. After all... he has a lot riding on this performance." Of course, Nakai didn't say who he was... But the blond HIGHLY doubted Chiyou was on drugs. Not after seeing how much he cared about Izzy Lucky...
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