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Title: Coming Home
Chapter: 4/?
Genre: AU/ Angst/ Romance/ Smut
Pairing: DiexShinya
Raiting: R. for now
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Where has Die been all this time? And what did he bring home with him? And what did his dear friend Kaoru give him?
Notes: ok, im really sorry this took so long, but i lost the muse. and then i saw Diru live. and i found my muse again. it was in Shin's shirt. ohly damn that man will kill me. but then i got lazy. so. it took a while for this to come out. i will try to get this out sooner. and the next chapter will have a nice lime sent. promise.
Previous:
one - two- three
Die POV
“This blanket was bought at the same place I found Miyu’s. They are these really old ladies who loom the things the old fashioned way. I would go in there to watch them from time to time. What they could do with their nimble fingers reminded me of my guitar. They were nice, and I think they thought I was cute, so they let me just sit there and daydream whenever I wanted. Then, one day, I walked in and the oldest came up to me. And she handed me this.” I let my hand rub over the fabric at the memory of that day. My eyes glasses over a bit as I remembered it. But then I took a deep breath and I smelled Shinya. I snapped out of my musings instantly.
“She came up to me, all hunched over and handed it to me. I was so shocked. I remembered watching them make it. I would watch the red and gold fibers being woven and just get lost in thoughts about home, my life, you, Miyu, my family, everything. The colors reminded me of home, of things I’d left behind. It was my favorite piece to watch them make. But when I finally held it in my hands…”
I felt another tear get loose from my eye. Shinya turned his head when I stopped talking. When he saw my tear he looked me straight in the eyes and I smiled a some-what sad smile. He did his searching gaze that he does when we don’t say anything, when he’s trying to figure out the words I can’t say. He’s really good at that. After he found what he was looking for he smiled back, leaned in, and kissed me sweetly. When he pulled away he spoke, a low murmur that I had missed.
“You felt like you were holding home. Like you finally had something familiar in a foreign place.”
My man knew me so well. I just nodded at his statement. He knew he was right.
“And now it’s something foreign in a familiar place. But it’s not so foreign. I used that blanket every night. It’s thin, but I think those ladies are magical. It kept me grounded. I tried to pay them for it. And they didn’t let me. One of them told me they saw how I watched them, that they saw what my eyes were seeing, and that they all agreed that I needed it more then they needed the small profit. I don’t know what it’s made of, and I don’t care, because it made the nights much easier.”
I looked at the blanket again, its crimson, gold, and black pattern so intricately woven. I shifted Shinya so that the arm closer to it was free. I moved the stuff I had placed on top of it to the other side and spread it over our tangled forms. Shinya cuddled even closer to me, letting out a small moan when it touched his bare skin. He will be the death of me.
“The red reminded me of my hair, obviously. The gold reminded me of you and Miyu. And the black reminded me of how everything in our lives inter-twined. Our friends, our careers, or lives. It reminded me of our marriage and what that means. That our separate lives were becoming one.”
“I think you have gone soft on me Andou. But I can’t say that I care. Because that was beautiful. And this thing must be made of some kind of magic. It’s fantastic.”
“Told you.”
“Yeah, you did. And now, what are these?” he had picked up the little bottles. There were three of them. Two filled with liquids and one with a spice.
“Well, these little beauties have an interesting little story as well. The one with the spice in it...smell that one first.”
He did as he was told and let out a nice little sigh as he sniffed in the contents.
“Well, that is amazing.”
“Yeah, I know. They use it all the time over there. It’s on everything. I got so used to it I just had to buy some and bring it back to you so you could taste what I did. Plus, I wanted to cook for you one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. Don’t ask me to pronounce it, because I can’t. All I know is roughly how to make it and that it’s the most amazing food in the history of ever.”
“…You’re so weird. Why did I marry such a weird-o?” He was trying really hard to be serious.
“You can’t resist my legs. And where they meet my back, and pretty much that entire area.” I said, with a nice little glint in my eye.
I looked down at him with a forced straight face. The battle had begun. He who laughs first gets tickled. Oh how I’ve missed our little games. I stared him down. He was biting his lip on the inside and I knew it. At that point, I didn’t give a damn about the rules. I let my hand slide down to the most ticklish spot on his upper body. His right side. He broke. His laugh filled my ears. It was like remembering the lyrics to a forgotten song. The look on his face was one I will cherish forever.
“Cheater.” He gasped out as he as re-gaining his breath.
“I’m sorry. Only, not really. I’m greedy is a better fit. I wanted to hear your laugh. I missed that almost as much as I missed you.”
He pecked me on the lips after that. And then he gaze moved down to the other bottles.
“And these…”
“Well, they are oils. The one with a reddish tint is this really awesome local mix. It’s supposed to be for love and passion, and I have to agree. I bought it because well, because I am madly in love with you and it made me remember how I show that to you. And how your body smells after I’m done having my way. The sweet sweat mingled with your natural scent. Ok I have to stop. The one with a greenish tint is eucalyptus and spearmint. It’s supposed to relax you but it does more than that. Go ahead. Smell it.”
Again, he did as he was told. First smelling the red one that I rambled about. That put a nice little smile on his face. But then he took the other one. He took a nice deep whiff of it. His reaction was just what I was looking for. His big brown eyes shut in pure bliss as the scent wafted over his olfactory glands. He leaned back into me, hard. And let out a nice little “Nnngg”.
I held him tight and pressed a kiss to his temple. I knew what he was feeling. The stuff was made of the same magic the blanket we were wrapped in was made of. It had this power to bring on sheer and utter relaxed bliss. The stuff could turn on somebody who didn’t have a libido.
“Holy. That’s…we’ll be using that one later.”
A huge smile took my lips. That’s my man. He’s horny. And so am I. Not like that’s much of a surprise. But we aren’t done yet. There’s still two very important things left to show him before I can…well…you know.
He turned around to look up at me and our eyes met. I smiled down at him, I couldn’t help it. I finally had my husband back in my arms, and I was finally home. After nearly a year apart. I bent down and captured his lips in mine. I might still have the two most important things to show him but they could wait while we made out a little bit.
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NOTES:
1. I'm really beginnign to like how this is turning out. I'm getting more comfortable with the characters. so thats good. and makes me happy
2. this is defintely going to turn out to be much longer than expected. i've got a few more things planned.
3. i've decided to add the rest of Dir en grey into this. how i'm going to do that, well, you'll just have to see.
4. i'm trying to make where die was very ambigious. but with a slight hint to one place. and i dont want you to know where he and shinya are. because i want it to be much more universal. so i'm sorry if you are looking for specifics there, they won't happen.
5. it's getting sillier. thats good. i like adding humor. and if you like Eddy Izzard and/or the series Firefly i will be adding refs to them in here. and prolly other things as i get more and more comfy with it. because i'm just silly like that. i've already made a few refs. points to you if you arent hales and figure them out
6. ENJOY!
Chapter: 4/?
Genre: AU/ Angst/ Romance/ Smut
Pairing: DiexShinya
Raiting: R. for now
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Where has Die been all this time? And what did he bring home with him? And what did his dear friend Kaoru give him?
Notes: ok, im really sorry this took so long, but i lost the muse. and then i saw Diru live. and i found my muse again. it was in Shin's shirt. ohly damn that man will kill me. but then i got lazy. so. it took a while for this to come out. i will try to get this out sooner. and the next chapter will have a nice lime sent. promise.
Previous:
one - two- three
Die POV
“This blanket was bought at the same place I found Miyu’s. They are these really old ladies who loom the things the old fashioned way. I would go in there to watch them from time to time. What they could do with their nimble fingers reminded me of my guitar. They were nice, and I think they thought I was cute, so they let me just sit there and daydream whenever I wanted. Then, one day, I walked in and the oldest came up to me. And she handed me this.” I let my hand rub over the fabric at the memory of that day. My eyes glasses over a bit as I remembered it. But then I took a deep breath and I smelled Shinya. I snapped out of my musings instantly.
“She came up to me, all hunched over and handed it to me. I was so shocked. I remembered watching them make it. I would watch the red and gold fibers being woven and just get lost in thoughts about home, my life, you, Miyu, my family, everything. The colors reminded me of home, of things I’d left behind. It was my favorite piece to watch them make. But when I finally held it in my hands…”
I felt another tear get loose from my eye. Shinya turned his head when I stopped talking. When he saw my tear he looked me straight in the eyes and I smiled a some-what sad smile. He did his searching gaze that he does when we don’t say anything, when he’s trying to figure out the words I can’t say. He’s really good at that. After he found what he was looking for he smiled back, leaned in, and kissed me sweetly. When he pulled away he spoke, a low murmur that I had missed.
“You felt like you were holding home. Like you finally had something familiar in a foreign place.”
My man knew me so well. I just nodded at his statement. He knew he was right.
“And now it’s something foreign in a familiar place. But it’s not so foreign. I used that blanket every night. It’s thin, but I think those ladies are magical. It kept me grounded. I tried to pay them for it. And they didn’t let me. One of them told me they saw how I watched them, that they saw what my eyes were seeing, and that they all agreed that I needed it more then they needed the small profit. I don’t know what it’s made of, and I don’t care, because it made the nights much easier.”
I looked at the blanket again, its crimson, gold, and black pattern so intricately woven. I shifted Shinya so that the arm closer to it was free. I moved the stuff I had placed on top of it to the other side and spread it over our tangled forms. Shinya cuddled even closer to me, letting out a small moan when it touched his bare skin. He will be the death of me.
“The red reminded me of my hair, obviously. The gold reminded me of you and Miyu. And the black reminded me of how everything in our lives inter-twined. Our friends, our careers, or lives. It reminded me of our marriage and what that means. That our separate lives were becoming one.”
“I think you have gone soft on me Andou. But I can’t say that I care. Because that was beautiful. And this thing must be made of some kind of magic. It’s fantastic.”
“Told you.”
“Yeah, you did. And now, what are these?” he had picked up the little bottles. There were three of them. Two filled with liquids and one with a spice.
“Well, these little beauties have an interesting little story as well. The one with the spice in it...smell that one first.”
He did as he was told and let out a nice little sigh as he sniffed in the contents.
“Well, that is amazing.”
“Yeah, I know. They use it all the time over there. It’s on everything. I got so used to it I just had to buy some and bring it back to you so you could taste what I did. Plus, I wanted to cook for you one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. Don’t ask me to pronounce it, because I can’t. All I know is roughly how to make it and that it’s the most amazing food in the history of ever.”
“…You’re so weird. Why did I marry such a weird-o?” He was trying really hard to be serious.
“You can’t resist my legs. And where they meet my back, and pretty much that entire area.” I said, with a nice little glint in my eye.
I looked down at him with a forced straight face. The battle had begun. He who laughs first gets tickled. Oh how I’ve missed our little games. I stared him down. He was biting his lip on the inside and I knew it. At that point, I didn’t give a damn about the rules. I let my hand slide down to the most ticklish spot on his upper body. His right side. He broke. His laugh filled my ears. It was like remembering the lyrics to a forgotten song. The look on his face was one I will cherish forever.
“Cheater.” He gasped out as he as re-gaining his breath.
“I’m sorry. Only, not really. I’m greedy is a better fit. I wanted to hear your laugh. I missed that almost as much as I missed you.”
He pecked me on the lips after that. And then he gaze moved down to the other bottles.
“And these…”
“Well, they are oils. The one with a reddish tint is this really awesome local mix. It’s supposed to be for love and passion, and I have to agree. I bought it because well, because I am madly in love with you and it made me remember how I show that to you. And how your body smells after I’m done having my way. The sweet sweat mingled with your natural scent. Ok I have to stop. The one with a greenish tint is eucalyptus and spearmint. It’s supposed to relax you but it does more than that. Go ahead. Smell it.”
Again, he did as he was told. First smelling the red one that I rambled about. That put a nice little smile on his face. But then he took the other one. He took a nice deep whiff of it. His reaction was just what I was looking for. His big brown eyes shut in pure bliss as the scent wafted over his olfactory glands. He leaned back into me, hard. And let out a nice little “Nnngg”.
I held him tight and pressed a kiss to his temple. I knew what he was feeling. The stuff was made of the same magic the blanket we were wrapped in was made of. It had this power to bring on sheer and utter relaxed bliss. The stuff could turn on somebody who didn’t have a libido.
“Holy. That’s…we’ll be using that one later.”
A huge smile took my lips. That’s my man. He’s horny. And so am I. Not like that’s much of a surprise. But we aren’t done yet. There’s still two very important things left to show him before I can…well…you know.
He turned around to look up at me and our eyes met. I smiled down at him, I couldn’t help it. I finally had my husband back in my arms, and I was finally home. After nearly a year apart. I bent down and captured his lips in mine. I might still have the two most important things to show him but they could wait while we made out a little bit.
--
NOTES:
1. I'm really beginnign to like how this is turning out. I'm getting more comfortable with the characters. so thats good. and makes me happy
2. this is defintely going to turn out to be much longer than expected. i've got a few more things planned.
3. i've decided to add the rest of Dir en grey into this. how i'm going to do that, well, you'll just have to see.
4. i'm trying to make where die was very ambigious. but with a slight hint to one place. and i dont want you to know where he and shinya are. because i want it to be much more universal. so i'm sorry if you are looking for specifics there, they won't happen.
5. it's getting sillier. thats good. i like adding humor. and if you like Eddy Izzard and/or the series Firefly i will be adding refs to them in here. and prolly other things as i get more and more comfy with it. because i'm just silly like that. i've already made a few refs. points to you if you arent hales and figure them out
6. ENJOY!