LOG; Kaoru + JJ
Kaoru&JJ
Writer's Convention; Bathroom
Rated PG for some swearing and nasty thoughts
Jj sighed as he opened the door to the mens restroom at the convention center as he pulled his glasses off his face and sat them on the sink counter. Rubbing his eyes he just shook his head before looking up at the mirror.
"I can't stand coming to these..." he huffed as he turned the water on in the sink. "Too many people.." He leaned down to splash the water in his face to hopefully wake him up. He hadn't been sleeping well the past few weeks and it was clearly showing on his face even though he tried to give all his little fan girls that one of a kind fake smile that they seemed to love so much.
"Too many idiots." A low voice from beside JJ, coming from a shorter man with brown hair and tired eyes- Kaoru Niikura, occult favourite, who had long since gotten tired of dealing with people saying the same thing over and over.
Your work changed my life.
What a load of shit.
Retiring to the bathroom for a long break had become a habit of his; he really didn't give a shit how long he made the idiots in line to have him write his name wait. If they got mad, they got mad; as long as he flashed a smile and made it seem like he cared about them, they'd completely forget.
Hearing the voice beside him caused JJ to jump nearly splashing water on the other man. Quickly turning off the water, he pulled his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his face off and return his glasses to his face.
"I-I'm sorry?" he replied not fully hearing what the other said. "I didn't catch that."
At first Jun Jie thought the other man might have been a simple con goer but he gave off an air about him that clearly wasn't one of some raging fan. In fact...he looked rather familiar.
"Have we met before?"
"No," Kaoru said simply, "but my hideous mug has been planted all over various posters from time to time."
He recognized this man- JJ Lin. Talented; truly creative, not just some piece of shit trying to be original, which was why he'd spoken to him so easily. People were easy to read through their writing- at least, the depth of their mind was.
"I'm Niikura Kaoru."
"Ah.."
Now it was coming together. JJ remembered reading a few of his books before and noticing his booth at a convention or two. He was quite amazed to bump into such a talented writer while he was in the restroom.
"Are you hiding from your fans too?" he asked smiling a little as he brushed some of his wet bangs out of his face. He hadn't really paid much attention to the kinds of fans Kaoru had but they did look kind of repetitive. Waves of black clothing and black eyeliner as far as the eye can see. Not that his fans were any different. Skirts hiked up to kingdom come and their loud screeching voices. Ugh....
Hiding?
That made him sound like a coward, though he was rather afraid of the headache they gave him.
"Yeah." His expression turned wary, tired; he peered at his wrist, which felt suspiciously like he was developing carpal tunnel from signing way too many books, writing 'To So and So'. The simplest things made people feel so special. Sometimes he envied the common public.
"If I hear about how I've changed someone's life one more time..."
He laughed softly, even though it wasn't the least bit funny. He was mostly aware of the fact that JJ Lin might not find that comment very funny, but if he didn't... well, that was life, wasn't it?
He chuckled a little at the line as a reflex from the other laughing at it. He didn't really find it funny but he found it rather sad how true it was. He was tired of hearing how girls were so moved by his books and that he was so deep and of course how attractive he was. He couldn't help but sigh again as he shook his head and crossed his arms.
"Fans are such sad people," he respond as he looked down at his shoes. "Worshipping us like gods one moment but let rumors start of you dating someone and they threaten to stop reading. Fine. Maybe I'll get some real fans."
Hearing himself ramble on JJ looked back up from his shoes to the other writer before looking over at the restroom door. He got so caught up in venting about his fans that he forgot about the other writer in the room. "Ah. Sorry."
Kaoru just shook his head, shaggy hair falling in his face. Staring at the mirror, he wondered if he should find it sad that he was starting to resemble a mop... or a sheepdog. "No, no. I never had that problem, since everyone knows I'm married."
To another celebrity, even.
Nothing could be more dangerous than that. She'd always have crazy men who insisted that their world revolved around her and that they'd kill him just to get a taste.
Maybe they should.
Wouldn't that be something? Death by crazy fan... of his wife. Even more pathetic than John Lennon.
Hm...marriage...that was a joke. JJ couldn't help but snort at the idea of marriage considering his parent's marriage wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Though his parent's weren't all they were cracked up to be either. Horrible beings...
"I don't think I'll be getting married," he replied. Or date at all for that matter. He'd rather just live alone.
....Lucky.
Kaoru felt just a tad guilty at the thought. After all, it wasn't really Yuuko's fault that she was crazy... but then again, he was a bit of a psycho himself, and therefore very bad at sympathy.
"It's overrated."
To say the least.
Downright horrible, in some cases.
"Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking."
Why was he telling this to someone he'd never met?
Possibly because he seemed so incredibly secretive.
"I sometimes wonder the same thing about myself."
He often wondered what 'he' was thinking when he thought about his past. Why had 'he' confessed his love for his mother to his father. Why hasn't 'he' gone away and let him live his own life.
"To protect you. Right...
"Sometimes I wonder why fans look up to us so much."
Kaoru's dark eyes showed a hint of interest for the first time in forever, but he didn't ask the other writer to elaborate. After all, did he have the right to ask the other man to elaborate?
Not at all.
"Because they are ignorant."
Ignorant to everything that Kaoru knew as reality; death after death after death, murderous hatred running through his veins nonstop... the uncontrollable urge to hurt the person closest to him.
And the alcohol.
But that was a good thing.
"Hm. True." JJ smirked at the comment as he turned to face the mirror. He stared at himself and at 'him'. 'He' who was always watching, basically dictating his life for him just so he could be 'safe'.
"All this ignorance deserves a sacrifice," he muttered as he glared at the reflection before him. "Maybe then the brats would learn someth-" JJ cut himself off before he let his other half continue saying something that would have been incredibly foul. Hopefully Kaoru didn't catch it but if so it would be best to change the subject.
"What are you plans after the signing session is over?" Good save.
A sacrifice?
Such an idea coming from such a cute face, but based on the other man's writing Kaoru wasn't all that surprised. He chose to ignore the comment, make it look as if he hadn't heard it at all.
"Getting dinner."
Dinner meant a few Bloody Marys and a bowl of cashews. He'd long since lost his taste for real food, only remembered to eat it when he was doing so for social reasons.
"That sounds nice."
He hadn't even thought about what he was going to do after the signing session. Most likely he would still be caught up with the more aggressive fangirls and be forced to take more pictures, give them hugs and still sign their books. Sometimes he even wondered if they read the books....or even knew how to read at all.
Nice, indeed- but not as nice as leaving this damn thing would be. Not so much getting back as leaving, going to back to what he was used to...
...which was more misery.
But it was quiet misery.
A sigh.
"Think I'd set off some kind of alarm smoking in here?" He really needed a cigarette before going out to deal with those fans again. Who cared if they had to wait an extra few minutes? Not him, that was for sure.
"Ah.." The question automatically caused JJ to look up toward the ceiling to search for a sprinkler system. It didn't look like there was one so he just shook his head. "You'll be fine."
Rubbing his fingers against his temples he took his glasses off and sighed. He hated getting the migranes he always got from 'him'. First they started off as a small warning but eventually he knew they would get worse. He just had to hold out till he got home and found a target.
"I might need to cancel....I'm starting not to feel well." Bring on the hate mail and razors hidden in love notes.
"Hn." Kaoru slipped a cigarette between his lips, lighting it and inhaling deeply. It sounded like a silly excuse... though one that he himself considered using every time he was required to go out in public.
"I've got Advil if you'd like any."
He'd almost swallowed the whole bottle that morning, staring at his reflection for far too long.
"Otherwise you'll start a riot." It would be amusing, certainly, but loud and obnoxious for anyone who wanted to get through the day with a little peace, as he always did- but never succeeded at these sorts of events.
He waved his hand that held his glasses as he shook his head a little. "Medicine won't get rid of this headache."
Brushing his hair out of his face again he returned his glasses to his face for the second time. He really didn't want to start a riot with the fans but he really didn't want to see the fans either. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, JJ straightened the wrinkles in his clothes before turning to the other.
"I guess I should just brave the battlefield. It was nice talking to you Mr. Niikura. Good luck out there."
"Mm... you too."
Kaoru sighed, wanting to hang out in there for the rest of the day, but knew that he could never do such a thing. He dropped his cigarette in the sink and pushed his bangs out of his eyes. Time for a haircut, perhaps?
One hour down, two more to go. Peering out, the line seemed to have doubled since his sneaking away.
...
Fuck.