Broken Smile [1/?]
Tittle: Broken Smile [1/?]
Author: thin_lipid
Rating: R [might go up]
Pairing: Miyavi/Kyo
Warnings: Aaa... nothing this time.
Summary: It was a messed up relationship. It always had been and now, more than ever, Kyo knew.
Notes: This is an idea I've had for a long time now and until yesterday, while listening to this, I hadn't been able to write anything for it.
May 5, 2005
Kyo was admittedly attracted to strange things. He always had been.
It was a odd type of beauty that he had found, difference. That was probably how it had started, this strange mixture of love and obsession.
It had been something so quick and meaningless. Just a flash of a video seen on the 109 station in the early morning. A bright bit of color that stood out against the blue grey window panels of the building. He’d been looking for the morning news when he’d glanced up on his way crossing one of Shibuya’s most busy intersections.
He’d missed it on the way out, after all.
Instead he raised an eyebrow at the sight of a rainbow mowhawk that the soloist was sporting. He had seen Miyavi before, but not like this.
He had seen Miyavi as the guitarist of just another Visual Kei band, with his black hair and white streaks, and his complicated dresses. The poofy hair. None of those things had made Miyavi strange to him. Not once did the feminine style of men draw his eye.
But this Miyavi was so different. This Miyavi was a blatant young man, dressed in his bright army themed attire, and using his guitar as if it were a machine gun.
He snorted softly at the video and kept on, heading for the studio to start the day. He ran a hand through his hair as he pushed his way to work, entering the building and giving the the lady behind the desk a small ‘good morning’ as he passed her. He glanced at his watch as he wandered down the halls, pursing his lips. At least he was on time.
The moment he opened the door to their main practice room everything became automatic. He shrugged off his jacket and greeted his band mates, giving a small crooked tooth smile before he was fully pushed into work.
He spent most of the day at his mic stand, a water bottle in one hand. They went through a number of their songs, most of practice for the tour they would be doing in a few weeks. They goofed off a lot and Kyo would laugh softly, sitting on their little couch and watching Shinya throw little paper balls at Die during the breaks.
It was work, but it was also friends hanging out. He would leaned his head on his open palm and sigh softly when they would start the last stretch of practice, the most painful of the day as far as Kyo was concerned.
When it was over he left the building in his normal rush, pulling a cigarette out of his jacket pocket as he headed out the door and onto the sidewalk outside. He lit it easily with his zippo and tugged the coat tighter around his body to protect from the night air. Normally he headed home, in a hurry to get back to the quiet comfort of his home, but instead he found himself in the CD store.
His racked his mind for what it was that he wanted, knowing he was looking for something. He paused and picked up the bright CD package that featured the soloist he’d seen that morning. A new single.
He supposed that was the reason for the video being shown lately.
He turned the CD over in his hand, pursing his lips a bit before picking up one of the albums. Then he grabbed the other.
It was a rule with him, buy the albums first, then worry about if he wanted the singles.
The cashier was a middle-aged man who took little interest in the rock star that was setting the two CDs on the counter. He rang up the price and put the CDs in a bag while Kyo pulled out a credit card and slide it through the machine. Then he took the receipt that told him what he had done as if in mockery and he shoved the small bit of paper into the bag and left the shop quickly.
He hurried home, climbing the steps and pulling his keys out as he reached the door. He unlocked it, kicking his shoes off as he stepped into the entry way and throwing his coat aside.
He tugged the CDs from their plastic bag home and tossed them gently onto the couch as he passed it. He walked to the kitchen then, grabbing himself a quick snack microwave dinner from the fridge and pulled the box open. He looked briefly at the instructions before peeling back a corner of the plastic covering and putting the little tray of food into the microwave for three minutes.
He leaned against the counter as it cooked, stretching his arms out behind him. He let out a small yawn as his food finished up, beeping softly at him until he pulled it out and peeled the plastic away.
He found a clean set of chopsticks in the drying rack next to his sink and picked up the little tray. Walking into the living room, he leaned on the arm of the sofa and pushing himself onto it. He glanced over at the two CDs laying on the cushion as he ate, both of the covers a dark color.
Galyuu and Gagaku.
He let out a small sigh and finished his meal, setting the empty tray on the coffee table and plopping down on the couch. He picked up one of the CDs, looking over the close up picture of the younger man before turning it over and starting to peel the plastic off of it.
Author: thin_lipid
Rating: R [might go up]
Pairing: Miyavi/Kyo
Warnings: Aaa... nothing this time.
Summary: It was a messed up relationship. It always had been and now, more than ever, Kyo knew.
Notes: This is an idea I've had for a long time now and until yesterday, while listening to this, I hadn't been able to write anything for it.
May 5, 2005
Kyo was admittedly attracted to strange things. He always had been.
It was a odd type of beauty that he had found, difference. That was probably how it had started, this strange mixture of love and obsession.
It had been something so quick and meaningless. Just a flash of a video seen on the 109 station in the early morning. A bright bit of color that stood out against the blue grey window panels of the building. He’d been looking for the morning news when he’d glanced up on his way crossing one of Shibuya’s most busy intersections.
He’d missed it on the way out, after all.
Instead he raised an eyebrow at the sight of a rainbow mowhawk that the soloist was sporting. He had seen Miyavi before, but not like this.
He had seen Miyavi as the guitarist of just another Visual Kei band, with his black hair and white streaks, and his complicated dresses. The poofy hair. None of those things had made Miyavi strange to him. Not once did the feminine style of men draw his eye.
But this Miyavi was so different. This Miyavi was a blatant young man, dressed in his bright army themed attire, and using his guitar as if it were a machine gun.
He snorted softly at the video and kept on, heading for the studio to start the day. He ran a hand through his hair as he pushed his way to work, entering the building and giving the the lady behind the desk a small ‘good morning’ as he passed her. He glanced at his watch as he wandered down the halls, pursing his lips. At least he was on time.
The moment he opened the door to their main practice room everything became automatic. He shrugged off his jacket and greeted his band mates, giving a small crooked tooth smile before he was fully pushed into work.
He spent most of the day at his mic stand, a water bottle in one hand. They went through a number of their songs, most of practice for the tour they would be doing in a few weeks. They goofed off a lot and Kyo would laugh softly, sitting on their little couch and watching Shinya throw little paper balls at Die during the breaks.
It was work, but it was also friends hanging out. He would leaned his head on his open palm and sigh softly when they would start the last stretch of practice, the most painful of the day as far as Kyo was concerned.
When it was over he left the building in his normal rush, pulling a cigarette out of his jacket pocket as he headed out the door and onto the sidewalk outside. He lit it easily with his zippo and tugged the coat tighter around his body to protect from the night air. Normally he headed home, in a hurry to get back to the quiet comfort of his home, but instead he found himself in the CD store.
His racked his mind for what it was that he wanted, knowing he was looking for something. He paused and picked up the bright CD package that featured the soloist he’d seen that morning. A new single.
He supposed that was the reason for the video being shown lately.
He turned the CD over in his hand, pursing his lips a bit before picking up one of the albums. Then he grabbed the other.
It was a rule with him, buy the albums first, then worry about if he wanted the singles.
The cashier was a middle-aged man who took little interest in the rock star that was setting the two CDs on the counter. He rang up the price and put the CDs in a bag while Kyo pulled out a credit card and slide it through the machine. Then he took the receipt that told him what he had done as if in mockery and he shoved the small bit of paper into the bag and left the shop quickly.
He hurried home, climbing the steps and pulling his keys out as he reached the door. He unlocked it, kicking his shoes off as he stepped into the entry way and throwing his coat aside.
He tugged the CDs from their plastic bag home and tossed them gently onto the couch as he passed it. He walked to the kitchen then, grabbing himself a quick snack microwave dinner from the fridge and pulled the box open. He looked briefly at the instructions before peeling back a corner of the plastic covering and putting the little tray of food into the microwave for three minutes.
He leaned against the counter as it cooked, stretching his arms out behind him. He let out a small yawn as his food finished up, beeping softly at him until he pulled it out and peeled the plastic away.
He found a clean set of chopsticks in the drying rack next to his sink and picked up the little tray. Walking into the living room, he leaned on the arm of the sofa and pushing himself onto it. He glanced over at the two CDs laying on the cushion as he ate, both of the covers a dark color.
Galyuu and Gagaku.
He let out a small sigh and finished his meal, setting the empty tray on the coffee table and plopping down on the couch. He picked up one of the CDs, looking over the close up picture of the younger man before turning it over and starting to peel the plastic off of it.