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Title: Anata no namae. (1/?)
Author: mariakouyou
Rating: PG-13, for now.
Pairings: AoixUruha
Genre: Cursing, angst, future fluff & suggestive situations.
Disclaimer: I just own the storyline, not these gorgeous men. *sob*
Summary: Yuu is determined to start his musical career, he has it all, talent, drive, and a possible band...but something gets in his way and perturbs his train of thought....Kouyou.
His name became etched in the back of my mind. He was always there, even if I didn’t want him to be, he never seemed to leave. His cold hearted words left me speechless at times; his dislike towards me was so obvious. I could read the disgust in his pretty face, plus he wasn’t very good at keeping secrets, he’d run off and complain to Akira about me, and with simple acts like that, I knew for a fact he didn’t like me. Since the 1st day I met him I knew that Kouyou didn’t like me…he had never liked me. Yet, I loved him. I loved everything about him. I loved his honey-blonde hair, his deep brown eyes, his milky complexion and that sharp tongue that never ceased to amaze me.
What can I say? I’ve always just been a fool in love.
He’d shoot me evil glances, and I’d simply disregard him. Those beautiful eyes of his would burn into my skull; the intensity of his stare was unbelievable. It made me wonder what I had done wrong, and I was curious as to why he hated me so much. I had made countless attempts to try and talk to him, but he’d simply ignore me. This all happened the first day we met, it was a few years back, when I was still in my old band, looking for a new one. I had become friends with Takanori, and he would always tell me how he and his friends wanted to make a band. I told him that maybe we should all get together, the four of us, and make our own band, and back then I had my buddy Yune, he was a drummer. So we were all set. I had told Takanori that my specialty was guitar, but he told me that they already had a guitarist. His friend Kouyou.
That name, the first time I heard it, it just stuck to me like honey on bees. Kou~you…how lovely it sounded in my head…Kou…you…Kouyou. I went home that night thinking about the name Kouyou. I felt foolish thinking about someone I had never met, but maybe if I’m lucky, I thought, this Kouyou guy and I might hit it off.
The next day Takanori called me and asked me to go to his house, he said he had to speak to me about something important. I had a feeling it was going to be something regarding the band situation, so I agreed. And in a matter of minutes I was over at Takanori’s house…but sadly, he wasn’t alone. He had company, and I’m not good with company. He introduced me to his friends and fellow band mates, Akira and Kouyou…finally…I met Kouyou.
My first impression of Kouyou was that he was a very pretty man with an introverted disposition. He had medium brown hair when I met him, and he’d bite his lip a lot, almost like he was embarrassed. He used to wear heavy makeup on his already flawless skin, and back then he had a knack for wearing short skirts. Something I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around, but he pulled it off quite nicely. I smiled at Kouyou, and in return, he grimaced. I extended my hand out to shake his, but he just bowed and disregarded my hand. I turned to Akira, and smiled, he seemed kinder, so I shook his hand.
Takanori told us all to sit down and really discuss what we should do about the band. He and Akira got in a heated discussion about what our future could be, I would try to put my two cents in, but they would interrupt me. I finally gave up and sat down, throwing my head back in defeat. I peered over to the end of the couch where Kouyou was sitting at, and noticed how shy he looked. It was almost adorable how he’d cross his legs and lightly nibble on his lower lip. I stared at him for a little too long, and perhaps I made him feel a tad bit awkward. It wasn’t my intention; he was just so pleasant to look at. I had never in my life met such a beautiful….man.
After the vivid discussion Akira and Takanori had, I went straight home. Takanori, Akira, Kouyou and I had decided to form a band. It wasn’t set in stone, but we were going to see where it took us, and if maybe we could make things work. Kouyou seemed a little skeptic about it though; he hardly made eye contact with me and it honestly made me feel uneasy.
I arrived at my humble apartment once again, and just collapsed on the couch. It was one of those lazy Sunday afternoons, the days where you feel defeated and unwilling to do anything. I kept thinking about Kouyou, and I wondered why he was still on my mind. He was so…dare I say…attractive to me. If he was a woman, I wouldn’t have hesitated on asking him out. But he was far too shy for me.
And I had an unnerving feeling in my gut that told me he didn’t like me. Ah, I was stressing myself out over nothing. I barely knew him anyway, but Akira and I seem to have hit it off. He was easy going and talkative, whereas Kouyou was shy and apprehensive. I kept thinking about what I said to him, how I acted, and if in any way shape or form I offended him. I sure hoped I didn’t, I just said one simple word to him.
‘Hello.’
Xxx ~
The next day, I woke up and groaned at the horrible thought. ‘It’s Monday.’ I got up, steadily making my way to the bathroom, trying not to loose my balance. Reaching my bathroom, my vision went blurry and I stumbled on the linoleum floor and fell flat on my butt, much expected of course. Not a day went by that Yuu Shiroyama didn’t fall on his ass. The hit surely woke up, so I proceeded on brushing my teeth. The tepid water running down and hitting my hands felt nice on that cold morning. I grabbed my tooth brush and toothpaste and began brushing.
Still, after staying up all night working on songs and playing with my guitar, all I could still think of was Kouyou. I remember seeing him in my dream; in the back of my hazy mind I could still see his face. That angelic face of his, it was impossible not to constantly think about him. I felt like a prisoner, and felt like an idiot for having such thoughts, but it was almost as if Kouyou had captured me. And it definitely looked like he wasn’t letting me go.
I took a quick shower and hurried up on getting dressed. Sadly, my relaxing weekend was done and I had to get ready for another gruesome week of hard work. I had a handful of meetings with different record companies and other meetings with Takanori, mainly about our soon to be band. I was hopeful, not gonna lie. I was only wishing for the best to come to us. God only knows how desperate I was to get signed to a label, any label. I felt ready enough to tackle anything that came my way, and Yune felt the same way. If it wasn’t for him, I honestly don’t know where my dreams would be right now. He gave me all the hope in the world and most importantly, he picked me up when I was feeling down.
I left my apartment without eating anything and walked to the starbucks across the street. I grabbed a quick coffee and then got on the bus. I had only been living in Tokyo for about two months, so I was still car-less. If all went well with the record company and with Takanori, then maybe in a few months I’d be able to get a car.
I was on the bus, going to my next destination and again those thoughts crawled up my spine and into my brain, the redundant thought of Kouyou was haunting me repeatedly. I didn’t know why I thought about him so much, I didn’t even know him; all I really knew was his name. It was mind boggling, and I yearned to know why I thought about him so much. Maybe his beauty captured me, no; it was something more than that. He seemed shy anyway, and not willing to interact with me. Was he just scared? Did he feel intimidated by me? I closed my eyes and waited for the bus to stop. I knew that my stop was after this one.
I got off the bus, and unexpected water began hitting my face. Drops of cold water dripped down my cheeks, and each hit felt like small needles clawing at me. I didn’t expect rain at all, and when I had left, the sky didn’t look threatening at all. I picked my pace up and ran towards the building where the record company was at. I rushed inside the building and a whoosh of cold air chilled my body. I was bound to get sick after all this. I steadily walked up to the lady sitting behind the main desk in the lobby and asked her where they were expecting Yuu Shiroyama at. She smiled gingerly and led me to a room just down the hall, she told me to knock on door twice and wait, and if no one answers then that means they’re upstairs. I nodded, showing her I understood, but really I was a bit confused.
I knocked on the door once…then twice, and waited. Suddenly a short man in a black business suit opened the door. ‘What can I do for you?’ he asked in a husky tone. ‘I-I’m Yuu Shiroyama…’ I mumbled. ‘I’m here to discuss a few things about a record deal with Mr. Akashi.’ The short man smiled and led me inside the room. ‘Good Mr. Shiroyama, a man on a mission.’ He commented. ‘Most people that come through these doors don’t know what they want. They look determined, but aren’t prepared.’ He sat down on his big comfy chair and smiled at me. ‘But you my fine young man, you seem prepared.’
I was confused as to why he was lecturing me, and that’s when I looked down at his desk and saw a name tag that read, ‘Kazuo Akashi.’
~ (this is kind of a introduction chapter...if you guys like it, i'll write more :P)
Author: mariakouyou
Rating: PG-13, for now.
Pairings: AoixUruha
Genre: Cursing, angst, future fluff & suggestive situations.
Disclaimer: I just own the storyline, not these gorgeous men. *sob*
Summary: Yuu is determined to start his musical career, he has it all, talent, drive, and a possible band...but something gets in his way and perturbs his train of thought....Kouyou.
His name became etched in the back of my mind. He was always there, even if I didn’t want him to be, he never seemed to leave. His cold hearted words left me speechless at times; his dislike towards me was so obvious. I could read the disgust in his pretty face, plus he wasn’t very good at keeping secrets, he’d run off and complain to Akira about me, and with simple acts like that, I knew for a fact he didn’t like me. Since the 1st day I met him I knew that Kouyou didn’t like me…he had never liked me. Yet, I loved him. I loved everything about him. I loved his honey-blonde hair, his deep brown eyes, his milky complexion and that sharp tongue that never ceased to amaze me.
What can I say? I’ve always just been a fool in love.
He’d shoot me evil glances, and I’d simply disregard him. Those beautiful eyes of his would burn into my skull; the intensity of his stare was unbelievable. It made me wonder what I had done wrong, and I was curious as to why he hated me so much. I had made countless attempts to try and talk to him, but he’d simply ignore me. This all happened the first day we met, it was a few years back, when I was still in my old band, looking for a new one. I had become friends with Takanori, and he would always tell me how he and his friends wanted to make a band. I told him that maybe we should all get together, the four of us, and make our own band, and back then I had my buddy Yune, he was a drummer. So we were all set. I had told Takanori that my specialty was guitar, but he told me that they already had a guitarist. His friend Kouyou.
That name, the first time I heard it, it just stuck to me like honey on bees. Kou~you…how lovely it sounded in my head…Kou…you…Kouyou. I went home that night thinking about the name Kouyou. I felt foolish thinking about someone I had never met, but maybe if I’m lucky, I thought, this Kouyou guy and I might hit it off.
The next day Takanori called me and asked me to go to his house, he said he had to speak to me about something important. I had a feeling it was going to be something regarding the band situation, so I agreed. And in a matter of minutes I was over at Takanori’s house…but sadly, he wasn’t alone. He had company, and I’m not good with company. He introduced me to his friends and fellow band mates, Akira and Kouyou…finally…I met Kouyou.
My first impression of Kouyou was that he was a very pretty man with an introverted disposition. He had medium brown hair when I met him, and he’d bite his lip a lot, almost like he was embarrassed. He used to wear heavy makeup on his already flawless skin, and back then he had a knack for wearing short skirts. Something I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around, but he pulled it off quite nicely. I smiled at Kouyou, and in return, he grimaced. I extended my hand out to shake his, but he just bowed and disregarded my hand. I turned to Akira, and smiled, he seemed kinder, so I shook his hand.
Takanori told us all to sit down and really discuss what we should do about the band. He and Akira got in a heated discussion about what our future could be, I would try to put my two cents in, but they would interrupt me. I finally gave up and sat down, throwing my head back in defeat. I peered over to the end of the couch where Kouyou was sitting at, and noticed how shy he looked. It was almost adorable how he’d cross his legs and lightly nibble on his lower lip. I stared at him for a little too long, and perhaps I made him feel a tad bit awkward. It wasn’t my intention; he was just so pleasant to look at. I had never in my life met such a beautiful….man.
After the vivid discussion Akira and Takanori had, I went straight home. Takanori, Akira, Kouyou and I had decided to form a band. It wasn’t set in stone, but we were going to see where it took us, and if maybe we could make things work. Kouyou seemed a little skeptic about it though; he hardly made eye contact with me and it honestly made me feel uneasy.
I arrived at my humble apartment once again, and just collapsed on the couch. It was one of those lazy Sunday afternoons, the days where you feel defeated and unwilling to do anything. I kept thinking about Kouyou, and I wondered why he was still on my mind. He was so…dare I say…attractive to me. If he was a woman, I wouldn’t have hesitated on asking him out. But he was far too shy for me.
And I had an unnerving feeling in my gut that told me he didn’t like me. Ah, I was stressing myself out over nothing. I barely knew him anyway, but Akira and I seem to have hit it off. He was easy going and talkative, whereas Kouyou was shy and apprehensive. I kept thinking about what I said to him, how I acted, and if in any way shape or form I offended him. I sure hoped I didn’t, I just said one simple word to him.
‘Hello.’
Xxx ~
The next day, I woke up and groaned at the horrible thought. ‘It’s Monday.’ I got up, steadily making my way to the bathroom, trying not to loose my balance. Reaching my bathroom, my vision went blurry and I stumbled on the linoleum floor and fell flat on my butt, much expected of course. Not a day went by that Yuu Shiroyama didn’t fall on his ass. The hit surely woke up, so I proceeded on brushing my teeth. The tepid water running down and hitting my hands felt nice on that cold morning. I grabbed my tooth brush and toothpaste and began brushing.
Still, after staying up all night working on songs and playing with my guitar, all I could still think of was Kouyou. I remember seeing him in my dream; in the back of my hazy mind I could still see his face. That angelic face of his, it was impossible not to constantly think about him. I felt like a prisoner, and felt like an idiot for having such thoughts, but it was almost as if Kouyou had captured me. And it definitely looked like he wasn’t letting me go.
I took a quick shower and hurried up on getting dressed. Sadly, my relaxing weekend was done and I had to get ready for another gruesome week of hard work. I had a handful of meetings with different record companies and other meetings with Takanori, mainly about our soon to be band. I was hopeful, not gonna lie. I was only wishing for the best to come to us. God only knows how desperate I was to get signed to a label, any label. I felt ready enough to tackle anything that came my way, and Yune felt the same way. If it wasn’t for him, I honestly don’t know where my dreams would be right now. He gave me all the hope in the world and most importantly, he picked me up when I was feeling down.
I left my apartment without eating anything and walked to the starbucks across the street. I grabbed a quick coffee and then got on the bus. I had only been living in Tokyo for about two months, so I was still car-less. If all went well with the record company and with Takanori, then maybe in a few months I’d be able to get a car.
I was on the bus, going to my next destination and again those thoughts crawled up my spine and into my brain, the redundant thought of Kouyou was haunting me repeatedly. I didn’t know why I thought about him so much, I didn’t even know him; all I really knew was his name. It was mind boggling, and I yearned to know why I thought about him so much. Maybe his beauty captured me, no; it was something more than that. He seemed shy anyway, and not willing to interact with me. Was he just scared? Did he feel intimidated by me? I closed my eyes and waited for the bus to stop. I knew that my stop was after this one.
I got off the bus, and unexpected water began hitting my face. Drops of cold water dripped down my cheeks, and each hit felt like small needles clawing at me. I didn’t expect rain at all, and when I had left, the sky didn’t look threatening at all. I picked my pace up and ran towards the building where the record company was at. I rushed inside the building and a whoosh of cold air chilled my body. I was bound to get sick after all this. I steadily walked up to the lady sitting behind the main desk in the lobby and asked her where they were expecting Yuu Shiroyama at. She smiled gingerly and led me to a room just down the hall, she told me to knock on door twice and wait, and if no one answers then that means they’re upstairs. I nodded, showing her I understood, but really I was a bit confused.
I knocked on the door once…then twice, and waited. Suddenly a short man in a black business suit opened the door. ‘What can I do for you?’ he asked in a husky tone. ‘I-I’m Yuu Shiroyama…’ I mumbled. ‘I’m here to discuss a few things about a record deal with Mr. Akashi.’ The short man smiled and led me inside the room. ‘Good Mr. Shiroyama, a man on a mission.’ He commented. ‘Most people that come through these doors don’t know what they want. They look determined, but aren’t prepared.’ He sat down on his big comfy chair and smiled at me. ‘But you my fine young man, you seem prepared.’
I was confused as to why he was lecturing me, and that’s when I looked down at his desk and saw a name tag that read, ‘Kazuo Akashi.’
~ (this is kind of a introduction chapter...if you guys like it, i'll write more :P)