Transition (Chapter Eleven: Sore de ii n'dayo) - Miyavi/Reita
Title: Transition
Author: Kagome
Chapters: 11/11
Theme: This chapter is based on theme #41 - Sleep
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Miyavi (solo)/Reita (Gazette)
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies. You ought to know it by now. XD
Summary: When Reita thinks his life is just fine the way it is, Miyavi steps in and turns his entire world completely upside down.
Comments: *le sigh* The last chapter. I do believe this is my pride and joy - my favorite Reiyavi fic that I’ve written thus far, if not my favorite fic I’ve EVER written. I had so much fun writing this fic, and I’ve enjoyed reading your comments and receiving such wonderful feedback from you guys. Thank you SO much. *Hugs all* I’m not going to really give a summary of this chapter, because it’s the last one. XD It’s fairly short, but I wanted it to end like this. No, I’m not finished writing Reiyavi fics - I still have a good many of the themes left to write for 50stories. ^_^ Also, I will be writing a little sidestory for this fic from Miyavi’s POV, and for those of you who are fans of Ruki and Kai in this fic (and keep asking when they’re gonna get together XD)… well, after reading this, I do hope that you’ll do a little happy dance or something like that (smile, at least ^_~). This isn’t the last you’ll see of those two, either, as I am writing a sidestory for them as well. *Laughs* Anyway, enough of my babbling. Get to reading, and have fun~! I know I most definitely had fun writing. I feel sorta… sad now, if that makes sense. Sad to see this fic end. But alas, all things must end. :/ Written, of course, for 50stories.
Chapter One: The Beginning
Chapter Two: Heat
Chapter Three: Transgression
Chapter Four: Avarice
Chapter Five: Loathing?
Chapter Six: Friends With Benefits
Chapter Seven: Deny, Deny, Deny
Chapter Eight: Torn Apart
Chapter Nine: Breakdown
Chapter Ten: Rainy Days
Chapter Eleven: Sore de ii n'dayo
I love to watch him sleep. When Miyavi is sleeping, it’s almost like he’s someone completely different, and yet, I know he’s exactly the same as he always is. When he is sleeping, every single one of his defenses is dropped, and any stress or worry that he might have to deal with in waking hours dissipates. He is unguarded - completely open.
I told him once how he looks when he sleeps. He replied that the only other time he feels that way - completely at ease and worry-free - is when he’s around me.
After he told me that, I decided to do what I believed would be best for both of us: I moved in with him. I left my own place behind, and moved into Miyavi’s apartment. It’s kinda small, but it’s plenty big enough for the two of us (well, the three of us, if you count Tsumire).
Uruha once suggested that Miyavi and I move out of the apartment and find a bigger one - one in another part of town, perhaps. It’s a sensible idea, of course. However, if the size of the apartment were a problem, I could have simply invited Miyavi to move in with me instead of doing things the other way around. Like I’ve already said, the size of the apartment isn’t a problem at all. Miyavi has emotional ties to his apartment; there’s no way I would ask him to leave it, not unless he himself truly wanted to. That is why I moved in with him.
It’s a little amusing how things fell into place so easily when we started living together. I don’t ask Miyavi to be the ‘little wifey’ of our home, nor does he ask that of me. We share the task of cleaning the apartment; Miyavi does the mopping, while I do the vacuuming (what little has to be done). We take turns cleaning the bathroom. We take turns making up the bed. We share the task of doing the laundry. I’m not the best cook in the world, and neither is Miyavi (though he is a much better cook than me). When one of us cooks, the other does the dishes. Take-out and restaurants are sometimes our salvation.
We’ve been together - well, together officially - for just over two years. In that span of time, I’ve watched Miyavi… well, I really don’t know how to say it any differently, but I’ve watched him grow up, in a sense. He’s still the same person that I fell in love with, only he’s more mature now - more grown-up. Of course, he still has absolutely silly moments - moments when I believe he just might snap like a rubber band and go bouncing all around the room with his pent-up energy.
He’s not always all smiles. There are days when he gets depressed, and there are days when he pushes himself too hard in order to get everything finished by the deadlines that he sets for himself. There are days when he comes home nearly in tears after a practice or recording session doesn’t go as well as he would have liked for it to go. I am there for him on those days too, just like he’s there for me when I have bad days. That’s part of what being in a relationship is all about - being there for each other. I wouldn’t change it for anything.
Miyavi isn’t exactly a morning person, and neither am I. However, at barely half past seven, I am wide awake. I don’t know what’s caused me to wake, but it doesn’t really matter. I feel well-rested and ready to face the day, though I’m honestly not yet quite ready to leave the warmth of the bed or the company of my lover. Instead of bothering to get out of bed, I shift, propping my elbow on the mattress and resting my chin on the palm of my hand; I gaze at Miyavi’s sleeping face, and feel my own features soften. I am the only one who has the opportunity to see him like this. I am truly lucky.
I reach out with my other hand, lightly tracing my fingers over the curve of his cheek. Miyavi stirs and opens his eyes, blinking at me sleepily before a smile spreads across his face. “Good morning,” he says, his voice rough with sleep.
The sleep-roughened sound of his voice does things to me. You have no idea. I force myself to behave and not think dirty thoughts, and I feel a smile tug at my own lips. I don’t try to stop it. “Good morning,” I reply, my own voice sounding sleep-roughened but not half as good as his. “I woke you, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you did, but it’s okay.” Miyavi stretches a little and then looks at the digital clock on the table beside the bed. “Why are you awake so early?”
I shrug as best as I can while in the position that I am currently in. “I have no clue.”
“But you decided that you would savor a little Miyavi-watching while you could, huh?” he asks, grinning.
“Yeah. Miyavi-watching’s my favorite, don’t you know?” I reach for him, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him as close to me as possible. “It’s too early to be awake… Why don’t we go back to sleep for another hour or so? It’s Saturday. We don’t have anything to do today. So, we can sleep a while longer, and then we can uhm… try to make breakfast.”
Miyavi snorts softly. “The sleep sounds really good. Not so sure about breakfast, though. Last time, you got pancakes stuck to the ceiling.”
I roll my eyes discreetly. “I don’t suppose that’s any worse than practically blowing up the toaster. How do you manage to blow up a toaster?”
“The same way you manage to get pancakes on the ceiling, I suppose,” Miyavi replies matter-of-factly. “We’re just special like that, you and me. If anything can possibly go wrong cooking-wise, we make sure it goes wrong.”
I can’t help but laugh even though it is rather sad to know just how correct his statement is. “At least we haven’t set the kitchen on fire yet.”
“We’ll work our way up to that eventually,” Miyavi says, and then yawns. “Right… time to go back to sleep. If our breakfast turns out awful, we’ll order breakfast or something and then have sex on the kitchen floor, which is probably better than any breakfast from anywhere, anyway.”
What does sex on the kitchen floor have to do with breakfast, you ask? Absolutely nothing, but it sure is a hell of a lot of fun. “Yeah, we’ll do that. Now go back to sleep.”
Miyavi is asleep again within moments, but it takes me a little longer to go back to sleep. I suppose I’m too busy thinking - too busy pondering over just how lucky I am to have Miyavi, and how things have changed since he’s been in my life. My bandmates were right back when they told me that I seemed happier with Miyavi. I was happier with him. I am happier with him.
In the beginning, I was reluctant to have even a one-night stand with Miyavi. What was supposed to be a one-night stand turned into something much more. Kai and Ruki jokingly ask me every once in a while when Miyavi and I are getting married (Miyavi and I often reply with the very same question, and Ruki and Kai don’t seem to mind it at all… then again, I don’t suppose they would since they’ve been together themselves for nearly half a year). The truth of the matter is that I can imagine spending the rest of my life with him - marriage or no marriage (homosexual marriages aren’t allowed in Japan). I want to spend the rest of my life with him.
To this very day, I have the urge to tell Aoi, “You know, Aoi-chan, you were right. You said he might be ‘the one’, and he is.”
Our relationship hasn’t always been easy, as you know by now. Relationships take work, after all, and there will always be challenges to face. Thus far, we’ve faced every single one and we’ve overcome them.
It’s true that our relationship hasn’t exactly been a ‘fairy tale romance’ (where’s the fun in that, anyway?), but I do believe that there will be at least one fairy tale element in our story.
You see, I believe that we’re going to have our own ‘happily ever after’. I’m certain that we’re working our way towards that perfect ending, in any case.
But as I continue to watch him sleep, and as I notice that serene smile on his face, I think that maybe - just maybe - we’ve already achieved our ‘happily ever after’.
He snuggles just a little closer, I tighten my hold on him slightly, and I am almost positive that this is our happily ever after - our perfect ending.
“It’s good just like this.”
“Sore de ii n'dayo.”
~END~
Author’s Note: The ending ties in with the beginning… I mean, Reita’s whole distaste for clichés. ^_^ Notice how he uses one of his own here, at the end.
And also, the title of this chapter and the lyrics at the end (which are the same) come from Itoshii Hito. I believed that that particular phrase fit the end perfectly.
I hope you guys enjoyed this. Thank you all so much for reading and sending me such nice comments and sticking with this fic, even though I would sometimes wonder if particular chapters were even WORTH reading. XDXD;;;;
Again, thank you.
Author: Kagome
Chapters: 11/11
Theme: This chapter is based on theme #41 - Sleep
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Miyavi (solo)/Reita (Gazette)
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies. You ought to know it by now. XD
Summary: When Reita thinks his life is just fine the way it is, Miyavi steps in and turns his entire world completely upside down.
Comments: *le sigh* The last chapter. I do believe this is my pride and joy - my favorite Reiyavi fic that I’ve written thus far, if not my favorite fic I’ve EVER written. I had so much fun writing this fic, and I’ve enjoyed reading your comments and receiving such wonderful feedback from you guys. Thank you SO much. *Hugs all* I’m not going to really give a summary of this chapter, because it’s the last one. XD It’s fairly short, but I wanted it to end like this. No, I’m not finished writing Reiyavi fics - I still have a good many of the themes left to write for 50stories. ^_^ Also, I will be writing a little sidestory for this fic from Miyavi’s POV, and for those of you who are fans of Ruki and Kai in this fic (and keep asking when they’re gonna get together XD)… well, after reading this, I do hope that you’ll do a little happy dance or something like that (smile, at least ^_~). This isn’t the last you’ll see of those two, either, as I am writing a sidestory for them as well. *Laughs* Anyway, enough of my babbling. Get to reading, and have fun~! I know I most definitely had fun writing. I feel sorta… sad now, if that makes sense. Sad to see this fic end. But alas, all things must end. :/ Written, of course, for 50stories.
Chapter One: The Beginning
Chapter Two: Heat
Chapter Three: Transgression
Chapter Four: Avarice
Chapter Five: Loathing?
Chapter Six: Friends With Benefits
Chapter Seven: Deny, Deny, Deny
Chapter Eight: Torn Apart
Chapter Nine: Breakdown
Chapter Ten: Rainy Days
Chapter Eleven: Sore de ii n'dayo
I love to watch him sleep. When Miyavi is sleeping, it’s almost like he’s someone completely different, and yet, I know he’s exactly the same as he always is. When he is sleeping, every single one of his defenses is dropped, and any stress or worry that he might have to deal with in waking hours dissipates. He is unguarded - completely open.
I told him once how he looks when he sleeps. He replied that the only other time he feels that way - completely at ease and worry-free - is when he’s around me.
After he told me that, I decided to do what I believed would be best for both of us: I moved in with him. I left my own place behind, and moved into Miyavi’s apartment. It’s kinda small, but it’s plenty big enough for the two of us (well, the three of us, if you count Tsumire).
Uruha once suggested that Miyavi and I move out of the apartment and find a bigger one - one in another part of town, perhaps. It’s a sensible idea, of course. However, if the size of the apartment were a problem, I could have simply invited Miyavi to move in with me instead of doing things the other way around. Like I’ve already said, the size of the apartment isn’t a problem at all. Miyavi has emotional ties to his apartment; there’s no way I would ask him to leave it, not unless he himself truly wanted to. That is why I moved in with him.
It’s a little amusing how things fell into place so easily when we started living together. I don’t ask Miyavi to be the ‘little wifey’ of our home, nor does he ask that of me. We share the task of cleaning the apartment; Miyavi does the mopping, while I do the vacuuming (what little has to be done). We take turns cleaning the bathroom. We take turns making up the bed. We share the task of doing the laundry. I’m not the best cook in the world, and neither is Miyavi (though he is a much better cook than me). When one of us cooks, the other does the dishes. Take-out and restaurants are sometimes our salvation.
We’ve been together - well, together officially - for just over two years. In that span of time, I’ve watched Miyavi… well, I really don’t know how to say it any differently, but I’ve watched him grow up, in a sense. He’s still the same person that I fell in love with, only he’s more mature now - more grown-up. Of course, he still has absolutely silly moments - moments when I believe he just might snap like a rubber band and go bouncing all around the room with his pent-up energy.
He’s not always all smiles. There are days when he gets depressed, and there are days when he pushes himself too hard in order to get everything finished by the deadlines that he sets for himself. There are days when he comes home nearly in tears after a practice or recording session doesn’t go as well as he would have liked for it to go. I am there for him on those days too, just like he’s there for me when I have bad days. That’s part of what being in a relationship is all about - being there for each other. I wouldn’t change it for anything.
Miyavi isn’t exactly a morning person, and neither am I. However, at barely half past seven, I am wide awake. I don’t know what’s caused me to wake, but it doesn’t really matter. I feel well-rested and ready to face the day, though I’m honestly not yet quite ready to leave the warmth of the bed or the company of my lover. Instead of bothering to get out of bed, I shift, propping my elbow on the mattress and resting my chin on the palm of my hand; I gaze at Miyavi’s sleeping face, and feel my own features soften. I am the only one who has the opportunity to see him like this. I am truly lucky.
I reach out with my other hand, lightly tracing my fingers over the curve of his cheek. Miyavi stirs and opens his eyes, blinking at me sleepily before a smile spreads across his face. “Good morning,” he says, his voice rough with sleep.
The sleep-roughened sound of his voice does things to me. You have no idea. I force myself to behave and not think dirty thoughts, and I feel a smile tug at my own lips. I don’t try to stop it. “Good morning,” I reply, my own voice sounding sleep-roughened but not half as good as his. “I woke you, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you did, but it’s okay.” Miyavi stretches a little and then looks at the digital clock on the table beside the bed. “Why are you awake so early?”
I shrug as best as I can while in the position that I am currently in. “I have no clue.”
“But you decided that you would savor a little Miyavi-watching while you could, huh?” he asks, grinning.
“Yeah. Miyavi-watching’s my favorite, don’t you know?” I reach for him, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him as close to me as possible. “It’s too early to be awake… Why don’t we go back to sleep for another hour or so? It’s Saturday. We don’t have anything to do today. So, we can sleep a while longer, and then we can uhm… try to make breakfast.”
Miyavi snorts softly. “The sleep sounds really good. Not so sure about breakfast, though. Last time, you got pancakes stuck to the ceiling.”
I roll my eyes discreetly. “I don’t suppose that’s any worse than practically blowing up the toaster. How do you manage to blow up a toaster?”
“The same way you manage to get pancakes on the ceiling, I suppose,” Miyavi replies matter-of-factly. “We’re just special like that, you and me. If anything can possibly go wrong cooking-wise, we make sure it goes wrong.”
I can’t help but laugh even though it is rather sad to know just how correct his statement is. “At least we haven’t set the kitchen on fire yet.”
“We’ll work our way up to that eventually,” Miyavi says, and then yawns. “Right… time to go back to sleep. If our breakfast turns out awful, we’ll order breakfast or something and then have sex on the kitchen floor, which is probably better than any breakfast from anywhere, anyway.”
What does sex on the kitchen floor have to do with breakfast, you ask? Absolutely nothing, but it sure is a hell of a lot of fun. “Yeah, we’ll do that. Now go back to sleep.”
Miyavi is asleep again within moments, but it takes me a little longer to go back to sleep. I suppose I’m too busy thinking - too busy pondering over just how lucky I am to have Miyavi, and how things have changed since he’s been in my life. My bandmates were right back when they told me that I seemed happier with Miyavi. I was happier with him. I am happier with him.
In the beginning, I was reluctant to have even a one-night stand with Miyavi. What was supposed to be a one-night stand turned into something much more. Kai and Ruki jokingly ask me every once in a while when Miyavi and I are getting married (Miyavi and I often reply with the very same question, and Ruki and Kai don’t seem to mind it at all… then again, I don’t suppose they would since they’ve been together themselves for nearly half a year). The truth of the matter is that I can imagine spending the rest of my life with him - marriage or no marriage (homosexual marriages aren’t allowed in Japan). I want to spend the rest of my life with him.
To this very day, I have the urge to tell Aoi, “You know, Aoi-chan, you were right. You said he might be ‘the one’, and he is.”
Our relationship hasn’t always been easy, as you know by now. Relationships take work, after all, and there will always be challenges to face. Thus far, we’ve faced every single one and we’ve overcome them.
It’s true that our relationship hasn’t exactly been a ‘fairy tale romance’ (where’s the fun in that, anyway?), but I do believe that there will be at least one fairy tale element in our story.
You see, I believe that we’re going to have our own ‘happily ever after’. I’m certain that we’re working our way towards that perfect ending, in any case.
But as I continue to watch him sleep, and as I notice that serene smile on his face, I think that maybe - just maybe - we’ve already achieved our ‘happily ever after’.
He snuggles just a little closer, I tighten my hold on him slightly, and I am almost positive that this is our happily ever after - our perfect ending.
“It’s good just like this.”
“Sore de ii n'dayo.”
~END~
Author’s Note: The ending ties in with the beginning… I mean, Reita’s whole distaste for clichés. ^_^ Notice how he uses one of his own here, at the end.
And also, the title of this chapter and the lyrics at the end (which are the same) come from Itoshii Hito. I believed that that particular phrase fit the end perfectly.
I hope you guys enjoyed this. Thank you all so much for reading and sending me such nice comments and sticking with this fic, even though I would sometimes wonder if particular chapters were even WORTH reading. XDXD;;;;
Again, thank you.