China Doll [Miyavi x Takeru Drabble]
Title: China Doll
Author: gioiadivisione
Theme: 004 17. Pretty
Rating: G, Totally Safe.
Pairing: Miyavi x Takeru
Band[s]: Solo Artist, SuG
Disclaimer: I don't own or know Miyavi or Takeru, I just own these words.
Summary: He couldn't bear it, this wasn't his Takeru..
Comments: Written for 50stories , Beta'd by redimagine
Miyavi was pacing, waiting, worrying. The photoshoot would have barely been over by now, but it didn't matter. Something in Miyavi's head couldn't get around why Takeru wasn't home yet, why he wasn't there with him. Now.
It should have eased his mind when the door opened, the jingling of keys and the brush of cloth at the door signaling he was home, but it didn't. Something was wrong; it wasn't Takeru at the door, it was a painted doll he didn't recognize as his lover.
Foundation several shades too pale for Takeru's not quite olive skin, a tinge of pink so alien on his dimpled cheeks, and so much glitter -- he couldn't bear it, this wasn't his Takeru.
Miyavi didn't say a word, but the concern was etched on his face like words in glass as he grabbed Takeru by the hand before he could even get his shoes off, dragging him to the bathroom of their shared space.
"Miyavi?" The voice of reason reached out to him from behind as he pushed open the door, as he dug through the drawer cabinet and found his makeup remover. "What are you doing, what's wrong?"
"Tch, hush. I'm trying to find you, this isn't you." He sounded insane, even to himself as he dabbed the chemical on a ball of cotton and began to wipe at Takeru's clearly concerned face. "Where are you..."
Understanding dawned on Takeru as he held still, only reaching up to steady Miyavi's hand. When at last most of the makeup was off, he turned and splashed water on his own face, drying it on the towel near the door.
"There you are." Miyavi's grin of relief was so brilliant Takeru could only smile back, shaking his head a little as laughter escaped.
"They can change how I look, Miyavi, but it will never change who I am or how I feel. I'll always come back the same, to you."
[AN: Had this handwritten in a different POV for a week, finally typed it up and rewrote it. My beta reader is awesomesauce, she gets cake and love and a definite rec you go read her stuff too! (Same for konicoffee who usually beta's for me but is currently in the works of moving across the planet! <3 and cookies to her and good luck with the move!). Alright, comments for the fic: I know it seems very random, but I wanted to write a Miyavi freak out and I've been watching Kuroshitsuji and there's this character that turns people into dolls and it's just alskjas love. And Takeru, to me, looks so much different with and without makeup, it just seemed right for this pairing.
Cut line lyrics creditted for InXS - Don't Change.]
Author: gioiadivisione
Theme: 004 17. Pretty
Rating: G, Totally Safe.
Pairing: Miyavi x Takeru
Band[s]: Solo Artist, SuG
Disclaimer: I don't own or know Miyavi or Takeru, I just own these words.
Summary: He couldn't bear it, this wasn't his Takeru..
Comments: Written for 50stories , Beta'd by redimagine
Miyavi was pacing, waiting, worrying. The photoshoot would have barely been over by now, but it didn't matter. Something in Miyavi's head couldn't get around why Takeru wasn't home yet, why he wasn't there with him. Now.
It should have eased his mind when the door opened, the jingling of keys and the brush of cloth at the door signaling he was home, but it didn't. Something was wrong; it wasn't Takeru at the door, it was a painted doll he didn't recognize as his lover.
Foundation several shades too pale for Takeru's not quite olive skin, a tinge of pink so alien on his dimpled cheeks, and so much glitter -- he couldn't bear it, this wasn't his Takeru.
Miyavi didn't say a word, but the concern was etched on his face like words in glass as he grabbed Takeru by the hand before he could even get his shoes off, dragging him to the bathroom of their shared space.
"Miyavi?" The voice of reason reached out to him from behind as he pushed open the door, as he dug through the drawer cabinet and found his makeup remover. "What are you doing, what's wrong?"
"Tch, hush. I'm trying to find you, this isn't you." He sounded insane, even to himself as he dabbed the chemical on a ball of cotton and began to wipe at Takeru's clearly concerned face. "Where are you..."
Understanding dawned on Takeru as he held still, only reaching up to steady Miyavi's hand. When at last most of the makeup was off, he turned and splashed water on his own face, drying it on the towel near the door.
"There you are." Miyavi's grin of relief was so brilliant Takeru could only smile back, shaking his head a little as laughter escaped.
"They can change how I look, Miyavi, but it will never change who I am or how I feel. I'll always come back the same, to you."
[AN: Had this handwritten in a different POV for a week, finally typed it up and rewrote it. My beta reader is awesomesauce, she gets cake and love and a definite rec you go read her stuff too! (Same for konicoffee who usually beta's for me but is currently in the works of moving across the planet! <3 and cookies to her and good luck with the move!). Alright, comments for the fic: I know it seems very random, but I wanted to write a Miyavi freak out and I've been watching Kuroshitsuji and there's this character that turns people into dolls and it's just alskjas love. And Takeru, to me, looks so much different with and without makeup, it just seemed right for this pairing.
Cut line lyrics creditted for InXS - Don't Change.]