Dir en grey/Gazette // Wasteland // [Request] - 1
Title Wasteland [1/?]
Words 1534
Rating Likely NC-17
Fandom Dir en grey/Gazette // KyoxReita
Summary I open my eyes again to see whom it is that’s speaking, and even though my sunglasses make his image a little dark I’m able to recognize the face instantly. It really is a small world.
Notes This was gazerockyo's request! Details of the request can be found here. I really like Kyo's POV. Lol. I was originally only going to have his POV for the prologue, but it stemmed in to the first chapter, and well... it's likely to stay. ^_^ Humour (I hope) in this one! I haven't proofread this chapter yet, so let me know of errors.
The Other Parts
The beginning of our story starts inside my closet, if you don’t count the entire “Toshiya” thing. It was about two hours after I’d been ordered to attend the play, and I was finally home. The thing about my closet is that it’s one of those huge closets that have everything, you know? Kind of like the closets girls always fantasize about for all the shoe space. No, I didn’t buy my apartment for its closet. It was simply a perk.
The closet door, when opened, has a mirror on the other side of it. It’s almost the same size as the door, give or take a few inches. The descriptions of the mirror are beside the point. What really matters is that standing in front of that mirror with a grim look resting in brown eyes, is me.
I glance down at my hands. I’m holding two shirts that, while already very similar, could essentially make or break my appearance. The amount of thought I’m putting in to it is actually making me concerned. It’s not like this is a date. It’s Toshiya, for christ’s sake. For all I know he’s just doing this to humiliate me. In fact, I can almost guarantee he won’t even show up for the play.
The thought makes me cringe. Now there’s a headline. “Dir en grey’s Kyo All Alone At Play-Stood Up Or Socially Inept?”
I’d almost rather socially inept, considering what stood up could do to my image, but that’s another issue altogether.
Besides, the bad press that could be generated by that would be enough for Kaoru to murder Toshiya, and all my troubles would be erased in the end. “Dir en grey’s Kaoru Slaughters Bassist In Sleep!”
Laughing, I decide on the shirt in my left hand. It’s black with white pinstripes-formal, but not too formal. Perfect for a play, I have to admit. I’ve never had a problem with fashion choices. I learned a lot from my mother when I was younger. Admittedly, that was one of the only valuable things she ever taught me, but it’s a nice thing to know.
Hoping I don’t look like I’m headed to a funeral, I step out of my apartment in my black trousers and chosen shirt, sliding my sunglasses on my face as I dig in my pocket for the keys. It’s already been a long day and I haven’t exactly eaten anything healthy yet, so I’m not all that surprised when my stomach rumbles.
I guess I’ll have to force Toshiya to make a pit stop. He’s paying, too, considering he neglected to tell me until a few minutes earlier on the phone that I’d have to buy my own ticket to get in to the play. I mean, seriously, if you demand someone come with you somewhere, the least you can do is pay for him or her. After all, I was nice enough to come, wasn’t I?
Well, I didn’t exactly put up much of a fight.
“Whatever,” I mumble as I head down the few flights of stairs that separate me from my car. It’s a piece of junk but it gets me around, and that’s really all that matters.
The drive to Toshiya’s takes all of one minute, and I can’t help but think environmentalists would hate me right now, considering he lives only a few blocks over. It’s not like I care. Let them do what they like with the planet. I don’t expect to be living on it long enough to see it blow up, so why should I care?
As I park the car and watch Toshiya exit his own building, I can tell by his glare that he’s one of those tree-hugger types. Heh. My bad.
“Toshiya,” I announce as I walk up the path to his car. “You’re buying me food.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are.”
We enter the car (which is almost as crappy as mine is but slightly better-looking-one of the reasons we decided to arrive in his car instead of mine) and soon we’re on the road. My fingers tap against the side of the car as we pass by dozens of restaurants, each one looking grimier every minute. It’s really my own fault. I should have grabbed something to eat before we left.
“Toshiya, please. I’m fucking hungry.”
“Maybe if you ate breakfast every day, you wouldn’t be in this situation, would you?” Toshiya answered, sending me a smirk as he turned a corner.
“You act like I don’t realize that, but really I do.” I pause as he continues on. “Seriously man. Food.”
“What’s the magic word?”
Oh no you aren’t.
“Now, bitch.” Toshiya, despite himself, laughed. I grinned and pointed to a restaurant nearing us. “That one. Please and thank you.”
We pulled in to the drive-thru and I mulled over the list of food items on a menu outside, finally deciding on something quick. “Get me a vegetable sub, just the small one. No drink. I can get that at the theatre.” Toshiya nods and tells the order to the speaker, which then tells us the price and to drive to the next window.
Toshiya does so, and we wait a few moments with the car idling (I can’t help but smirk), until finally the window opens. “Here’s your-Oh my god.”
I quirk an eyebrow and lean forward a bit to see what the problem is. The girl in the window has her gaze locked on us and a hand is covering her wide-open mouth. She gapes for a moment and then manages to stutter out, “T-t-Totchi!” I roll my eyes and lean back. It’s a fan. Great. It’s like they’re everywhere.
I close my eyes for a bit as the girl begs Toshiya for an autograph. I’m not sure how many minutes pass before I hear footsteps crunching up behind the car. “Hey, hey, excuse me? What’s taking so long?”
I open my eyes again to see whom it is that’s speaking, and even though my sunglasses make his image a little dark I’m able to recognize the face instantly. It really is a small world.
“REITAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”
The girl in the window then promptly passes out, and Toshiya stares at the empty space for a moment wondering what to do. Slowly, he reaches over to the sub placed on the sill and passes it to me. Giving the fellow bassist of Gazette a smile, he apologizes for taking so long. “…I’m sure you understand, what with your popularity as well.”
Reita nods and gives us a grin. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just in a bit of a hurry to something, so I was getting a little impatient.”
“Ah, that reminds me! We’re late for our play.” Toshiya pulls out a pad of paper and scribbles something on it. “Here’s my number. I’m always up for making new friends.”
As he passes the paper to Reita I start to laugh. “Watch out, Reita-san. Toshiya’s hitting on you.”
“I am not, asshole. I’m being friendly!”
“No, you’re unintentionally flirting. This is how you be friendly,” I say, writing down my own number on another piece of paper. “Here. Call if you want to talk music or something.” I hand it over to the clearly amused blond who nods as he takes it.
“Well done. Music. I like music.” He scratches his head for a second before speaking. “Um, I don’t mean to be a pain, but I need to end this. Places to get to, you know…”
“Of course!” Toshiya says as I start unwrapping my sub. “Nice to meet you!”
“You too, Toshiya-san. Kyo-san.” He bows and heads back to his car, getting in it as we drive off.
There’s a suffocating silence after we exit the drive-thru, and even as we pull in to the theatre parking lot. Finally, Toshiya turns to me. “It didn’t seem like I was hitting on him, did it? I wasn’t intending to…”
I snort. Really, Toshiya’s too easy to pick on. “No, but I was.”
Toshiya apparently finds this shocking, because he gags on seemingly nothing, tears welling to his eyes as he finds his breath. “You were not!”
“Was too. I was transmitting it through my eyes. I haven’t gotten laid in a while.”
“But he’s a guy!”
“So? A fuck’s a fuck.” I shrug as I swallow the last piece of my sub and open the door. “Are we going in or not?”
It’s really not that surprising that I had that low of an opinion about sex, but I can assure you I take it more seriously now. Back then I was kind of renegade. Actually I’m very surprised I never contracted some sort of disease, but I guess it was the luck of the draw.
During the play I mulled over the restaurant incident, and by the end of it Reita was the last thing on my mind. For some reason I couldn’t stop thinking about that sub.
“Dir en grey’s Toshiya Leaves Restaurant Without Paying For Vegetable Sub-Could This Be The Beginning Of His Crime Life?!”
Poor Die and Shinya. They really ought to watch their backs.
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Words 1534
Rating Likely NC-17
Fandom Dir en grey/Gazette // KyoxReita
Summary I open my eyes again to see whom it is that’s speaking, and even though my sunglasses make his image a little dark I’m able to recognize the face instantly. It really is a small world.
Notes This was gazerockyo's request! Details of the request can be found here. I really like Kyo's POV. Lol. I was originally only going to have his POV for the prologue, but it stemmed in to the first chapter, and well... it's likely to stay. ^_^ Humour (I hope) in this one! I haven't proofread this chapter yet, so let me know of errors.
The Other Parts
The beginning of our story starts inside my closet, if you don’t count the entire “Toshiya” thing. It was about two hours after I’d been ordered to attend the play, and I was finally home. The thing about my closet is that it’s one of those huge closets that have everything, you know? Kind of like the closets girls always fantasize about for all the shoe space. No, I didn’t buy my apartment for its closet. It was simply a perk.
The closet door, when opened, has a mirror on the other side of it. It’s almost the same size as the door, give or take a few inches. The descriptions of the mirror are beside the point. What really matters is that standing in front of that mirror with a grim look resting in brown eyes, is me.
I glance down at my hands. I’m holding two shirts that, while already very similar, could essentially make or break my appearance. The amount of thought I’m putting in to it is actually making me concerned. It’s not like this is a date. It’s Toshiya, for christ’s sake. For all I know he’s just doing this to humiliate me. In fact, I can almost guarantee he won’t even show up for the play.
The thought makes me cringe. Now there’s a headline. “Dir en grey’s Kyo All Alone At Play-Stood Up Or Socially Inept?”
I’d almost rather socially inept, considering what stood up could do to my image, but that’s another issue altogether.
Besides, the bad press that could be generated by that would be enough for Kaoru to murder Toshiya, and all my troubles would be erased in the end. “Dir en grey’s Kaoru Slaughters Bassist In Sleep!”
Laughing, I decide on the shirt in my left hand. It’s black with white pinstripes-formal, but not too formal. Perfect for a play, I have to admit. I’ve never had a problem with fashion choices. I learned a lot from my mother when I was younger. Admittedly, that was one of the only valuable things she ever taught me, but it’s a nice thing to know.
Hoping I don’t look like I’m headed to a funeral, I step out of my apartment in my black trousers and chosen shirt, sliding my sunglasses on my face as I dig in my pocket for the keys. It’s already been a long day and I haven’t exactly eaten anything healthy yet, so I’m not all that surprised when my stomach rumbles.
I guess I’ll have to force Toshiya to make a pit stop. He’s paying, too, considering he neglected to tell me until a few minutes earlier on the phone that I’d have to buy my own ticket to get in to the play. I mean, seriously, if you demand someone come with you somewhere, the least you can do is pay for him or her. After all, I was nice enough to come, wasn’t I?
Well, I didn’t exactly put up much of a fight.
“Whatever,” I mumble as I head down the few flights of stairs that separate me from my car. It’s a piece of junk but it gets me around, and that’s really all that matters.
The drive to Toshiya’s takes all of one minute, and I can’t help but think environmentalists would hate me right now, considering he lives only a few blocks over. It’s not like I care. Let them do what they like with the planet. I don’t expect to be living on it long enough to see it blow up, so why should I care?
As I park the car and watch Toshiya exit his own building, I can tell by his glare that he’s one of those tree-hugger types. Heh. My bad.
“Toshiya,” I announce as I walk up the path to his car. “You’re buying me food.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are.”
We enter the car (which is almost as crappy as mine is but slightly better-looking-one of the reasons we decided to arrive in his car instead of mine) and soon we’re on the road. My fingers tap against the side of the car as we pass by dozens of restaurants, each one looking grimier every minute. It’s really my own fault. I should have grabbed something to eat before we left.
“Toshiya, please. I’m fucking hungry.”
“Maybe if you ate breakfast every day, you wouldn’t be in this situation, would you?” Toshiya answered, sending me a smirk as he turned a corner.
“You act like I don’t realize that, but really I do.” I pause as he continues on. “Seriously man. Food.”
“What’s the magic word?”
Oh no you aren’t.
“Now, bitch.” Toshiya, despite himself, laughed. I grinned and pointed to a restaurant nearing us. “That one. Please and thank you.”
We pulled in to the drive-thru and I mulled over the list of food items on a menu outside, finally deciding on something quick. “Get me a vegetable sub, just the small one. No drink. I can get that at the theatre.” Toshiya nods and tells the order to the speaker, which then tells us the price and to drive to the next window.
Toshiya does so, and we wait a few moments with the car idling (I can’t help but smirk), until finally the window opens. “Here’s your-Oh my god.”
I quirk an eyebrow and lean forward a bit to see what the problem is. The girl in the window has her gaze locked on us and a hand is covering her wide-open mouth. She gapes for a moment and then manages to stutter out, “T-t-Totchi!” I roll my eyes and lean back. It’s a fan. Great. It’s like they’re everywhere.
I close my eyes for a bit as the girl begs Toshiya for an autograph. I’m not sure how many minutes pass before I hear footsteps crunching up behind the car. “Hey, hey, excuse me? What’s taking so long?”
I open my eyes again to see whom it is that’s speaking, and even though my sunglasses make his image a little dark I’m able to recognize the face instantly. It really is a small world.
“REITAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”
The girl in the window then promptly passes out, and Toshiya stares at the empty space for a moment wondering what to do. Slowly, he reaches over to the sub placed on the sill and passes it to me. Giving the fellow bassist of Gazette a smile, he apologizes for taking so long. “…I’m sure you understand, what with your popularity as well.”
Reita nods and gives us a grin. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just in a bit of a hurry to something, so I was getting a little impatient.”
“Ah, that reminds me! We’re late for our play.” Toshiya pulls out a pad of paper and scribbles something on it. “Here’s my number. I’m always up for making new friends.”
As he passes the paper to Reita I start to laugh. “Watch out, Reita-san. Toshiya’s hitting on you.”
“I am not, asshole. I’m being friendly!”
“No, you’re unintentionally flirting. This is how you be friendly,” I say, writing down my own number on another piece of paper. “Here. Call if you want to talk music or something.” I hand it over to the clearly amused blond who nods as he takes it.
“Well done. Music. I like music.” He scratches his head for a second before speaking. “Um, I don’t mean to be a pain, but I need to end this. Places to get to, you know…”
“Of course!” Toshiya says as I start unwrapping my sub. “Nice to meet you!”
“You too, Toshiya-san. Kyo-san.” He bows and heads back to his car, getting in it as we drive off.
There’s a suffocating silence after we exit the drive-thru, and even as we pull in to the theatre parking lot. Finally, Toshiya turns to me. “It didn’t seem like I was hitting on him, did it? I wasn’t intending to…”
I snort. Really, Toshiya’s too easy to pick on. “No, but I was.”
Toshiya apparently finds this shocking, because he gags on seemingly nothing, tears welling to his eyes as he finds his breath. “You were not!”
“Was too. I was transmitting it through my eyes. I haven’t gotten laid in a while.”
“But he’s a guy!”
“So? A fuck’s a fuck.” I shrug as I swallow the last piece of my sub and open the door. “Are we going in or not?”
It’s really not that surprising that I had that low of an opinion about sex, but I can assure you I take it more seriously now. Back then I was kind of renegade. Actually I’m very surprised I never contracted some sort of disease, but I guess it was the luck of the draw.
During the play I mulled over the restaurant incident, and by the end of it Reita was the last thing on my mind. For some reason I couldn’t stop thinking about that sub.
“Dir en grey’s Toshiya Leaves Restaurant Without Paying For Vegetable Sub-Could This Be The Beginning Of His Crime Life?!”
Poor Die and Shinya. They really ought to watch their backs.
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