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 Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 8:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 8:46 pm
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Nigiyaka na hitogomi ni tokeru tsubuyaki ga
Ashimoto ni chirabatta omoide nijimaseru---
"Ok ok...I get it. It isn't my fault the man is dead...still a little uncomfortable though. Perhaps you're right, however. Maybe it is fate. Hopefully this guy will have smashing blue eyes like mine. Ohh...that sounds catchy. I think I'm gonna name my next song "Smashing Blue"." the youthful vocalist giggled some more, tucking his head under Nakai's chin, ear to the older star's chest to listen to his heartbeat, and the deep rumble of his voice as he spoke.
"Spoon feed? Mmm..." Chiyou smiled as Kai leaned him back, kissing him. He could subsist on those kisses alone if he had to.
When the kiss broke, he nearly gasped for air, not as much from the duration of the kiss as from the way the guitarist, simply put, took his breath away.
"Your mouth to mouth just might make me all better. I'm sure it'll at least get me through the surgery." the little blond purred, raising his chin as if to ask for more kisses.
---Mayoi aruku machi no kagayaki wa glaring one way
Kogoe sou na boku wo terasu |
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 8:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:09 pm
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 ~( Lonely ) Mayotta nara~
~( Try again ) Nando datte~
~Yarinaosu koto dekiru kara~
"Gomen, Matsumoto-san, it's just..." but he was cut short.
His phone was buzzing...again.
"Excuse me..."
Looking at his phone again, he read the latest text.
Busy doing what?
Ryu-kun please... I have to confess something to you... will you at least call me when you can?
I met with Izo last night...
Without meaning to, Ryuukaze visibly rolled his eyes as he read the message. What was he supposed to do? Walk out in the middle of the meeting with the chairman to tend to his lover's needs? After the way he had been treated? Oh hell no. Even on the best of the best of terms, it would have to be the most dire of situations for the violinist to do that.
Texting back angrily, thumbs hitting the keys with hard strikes, he replied.
I'm with Matsumoto-san right now. We're doing lunch. He's working to get me started on a new album soon. Probably going to be with him all day. Call you if I get a chance.
Of course, the tone of the message made it rather clear...he probably wasn't going to get the chance. Mostly because right now, he didn't have the time to be bothered with it.
Looking back to Izo, he tried to smile again.
"Sorry...it's Naoko. I guess he's...I dunno. I have no idea what he wants, really. I told him I'm busy, though, so that's that." he leaned back against the seat, shoulder brushing up against the older man, though he wasn't quite leaning against him.
Thinking about all those fine young butlers, though...mmmm.
Well, he probably should be making more of a fuss about Maids in front of Izo, and the public...but it was mostly bullshit for him to try to do that. He was gay, plain and simple. That was just...him.
The cafe would certainly be a welcome treat after the poking and prodding of some cold doctor.
Once the car came to a stop, Ryu hopped out eagerly and walked with the chairman right into the office, looking around at the neat, yet seemingly sterile, interior.
After checking in, the nurse called him back to a room immediately. Of course, he gladly allowed Matsumoto to come along with him. This was, technically, his voice as well.
~( I’m here )~ Soba ni iru wa~
~( Believe me ) Osorenai de~
~Shinjiau koto....~
~FOR YOU~
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:24 pm
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Fury welled up inside of Naoko.
But at Ryu... never truly at Ryu... but at the man who was occupying his akuma's time...
Angry, the blond tossed his phone to the ground. He wanted to tell Ryu he was sorry... wanted to tell him that he'd been drugged... that he'd slept with Jun and Sai... but...
But he couldn't say something like that in a text!
He just couldn't!
Rubbing at the back of his neck, nails digging into the skin and drawing blood, the pianist didn't even register the pain as he tried to calm down.
Anger to him into this...
Blinding rage had made everything worse...
It had destroyed him...
But...
There was just...
So...
So very much of it...
Blood was starting to run down Naoko's neck, but he didn't notice...
Amber eyes closed, his body shivering as the pianist just tried to calm down...
Just a little...
To breathe...
The pain and anguish which Chiyou had felt as he ripped out the kid's eyes... the pleading voice of the man who's neck he'd snapped...
The still and seemingly lifeless body of the violinist strewn before him as blood covered the carpet...
Naoko couldn't take it anymore. He stood, one hand in a fist, and punched the nearest glass window.
Sure, his arm got damn cut up... though nothing life threatening, but he was able to at least unlock the window and crawl inside Ryu's place that way.
He'd have to pay to have the glass repaired...
The blond never noticed that he left his phone outside Ryu's door... all he wanted to do was sleep...
To forget...
To fall...
It wasn't too much later that Naoko passed out on the sofa, his bleeding arm soon making a small puddle on the carpet as it dangled from the couch.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:37 pm
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Smiling, Yuuji began pouring a cup of coffee for Izzy, and another for himself. "I'm not surprised you don't remember me. But yes, I work for Ohayou. It was Aki-sama who suggested the pastries."
Setting out a napkin in front of Izzy, Takagi pulled out a jelly filled one and placed it in front of the manager.
Then, he himself, took a seat at the table next to Izzy.
"Aki-sama thinks you're doing a fantastic job, so he doesn't want you to take this the wrong way. But he really thought you might want the help, especially with the whole memory loss issues. Really tragic that... Aki-sama hasn't been able to visit yet so he's a bit worried about Akihiko."
That discussion, in and of itself, would have easily pointed Izzy in the direction of just WHO the young man was calling 'sama'...
He took a sip of his coffee. Black. No sugar. And then laughed slightly. "Aki-sama also thought that getting to observe you would be good training. I've been with Ohayou for a few years now, but never actually managed a star on my own. Mostly been a glorified babysitter at the studio... haven't even gotten to manage a child star yet, much less a full fledged phenomenon like Akihiko seems to be these days." his laugh returned and he shook his head. "I remember when Akihiko was still playing recitals in elementary school... granted I'm only a year older than him, but still."
Suddenly, Yuuji got quiet and he pondered an idea for a moment. "Lucky-san, if you don't mind me asking... where is Akihiko? Shouldn't he be here too, since it's his and Shou-san's performance that is going to be edited together for the final DVD?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:51 pm
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Nigiyaka na hitogomi ni tokeru tsubuyaki ga
Ashimoto ni chirabatta omoide nijimaseru---
Being fed while blind...well, given the circumstance, it probably shouldn't feel as kinky as it did to the young star. Despite propriety, it certainly was very exciting.
"You've got me really....excited." Chiyou whispered, opening his mouth obediently, letting the spoonful of savory eggs fall onto his tongue. They were perfectly seasoned, buttery, with cheese, just the way he loved them. He could even taste the milk whipped into the fluffy egg. Absolutely perfect. Probably the best thing he had ever tasted!
Though a large part of the taste was Chiyou's body making up for lack of sight, once more, by enhancing his other senses.
"Wow...yummy! Give me some strawberry! Dipped in caramel! And....I want you to feed it to me with your teeth." he smirked, daring the guitarist to push the envelope.
---Mayoi aruku machi no kagayaki wa glaring one way
Kogoe sou na boku wo terasu |
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 9:51 pm
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Narcissus didn't respond to Michi's sentence... and by the time the physical therapist was upstairs calling to see if the musician was ready, the only reply Tanaka got was a resounding 'no'.
Another ten minutes passed and Akihiko ascended the stairs, wearing tight black pants, a usual for him, and a long puffy sleeved white shirt that just screamed gothic romance.
Donning a black fedora, the musician motioned for Michi to follow him as he walked through the living room and to the garage. Of course the body guards were there... with a limo... and Narcissus got in, still not saying anything.
It wasn't until they were on the road that he finally spoke. "Tanaka-san... It isn't that I don't appreciate everything... I do. I'm just wondering why you're still sitting in my limo... when you should be bursting down Hiroki's door to get him to hear your demo tape. Until he at least brings it up with Ojiisan, I've got my hands tied... unfortunately..."
This was because, sadly, he hadn't been able to get in touch with the old man, even when he HAD wanted to.
(((OOC: I liked it when it said "Super Stair"... -tear- ))) |
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