Dir en grey/Gazette // Wasteland // [Request] - 2
Title Wasteland [2/?]
Words 1329
Rating Likely NC-17
Fandom Dir en grey/Gazette // KyoxReita
Summary “...Locals call it ‘Wasteland’.” // “What a lovely name,” I spoke, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
Notes This was gazerockyo's request! Details of the request can be found here. Sorry for the late update! Family went on a sudden camping trip, and I didn't have internet. Be thankful though, because camping actually inspired me. I now know what I'm doing with this fic. =P
The Other Parts
Three weeks later found all of Dir en grey (minus Kaoru) staring bewildering at a piece of paper posted on the small bulletin board in our studio. The paper, which explained Kaoru’s absence as well as the confused expressions on our faces, was thick and green, and I’d decided Kaoru had chosen it to spite us all.
ATTN:
Hey Dir en grey (minus myself)! I’m out for lunch discussing things with Yoshiki. We’re going to his camping thing this year. More info plus a list of bands going (so far) is in the envelope on the table. Kyo, maybe you could finish up the vocals for Machiavellism. The rest of you work on your parts for GARBAGE. I came in early and finished mine. Thx! ♥
xxKaoru
“He’s kidding, right?” Die asked, turning his head to look at Shinya on my left. “Right?”
Shinya’s eyes didn’t look like they could get any wider but to my surprise they did. “How would I know? Totchi?” Toshiya only shook his head, mouth opening and closing at random intervals.
“Kyo?” Die asked.
“What? You think I’d know?” I said, surprised. “Kaoru doesn’t tell me anything either.”
“He addressed you specifically in his note.”
“About recording!”
“Okay wait!” Toshiya yelled, automatically raising his hands to break us apart even though he really had no need to. I quirked my eyebrows. “Oh don’t look at me like that. Why don’t we just see what’s in the envelope?”
As if on cue and urged on by our own curiosity, all of us shuffled over to the table and sat (I remained standing) around it. Shinya’s hand was the first one to reach it.
“It’s probably a nasty bug, just to give us a taste of what’s to come. That evil… just…” Die seemed at a loss for words so I finished for him.
“Ass?”
“Yes!” He was about to go on when Shinya groaned, drawing our attention once again. “Is it bad?”
“It’s for two weeks in a reserved section of wooded area near Mie. Locals call it ‘Wasteland’.”
“What a lovely name,” I spoke, sarcasm dripping from my voice. “Sure to raise band spirit.”
“Two weeks,” Die repeated blankly. “And we have time for this?”
“He-“ Shinya broke off and actually cursed. I knew it was bad. “He took it out of our vacation time.”
“WHAT?!” Toshiya yelled, standing up. “But we only get two weeks!”
“He considers this vacation. Says it’s free and all, since Yoshiki organized it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Die mumbled.
I frowned and grabbed the sheet out of Shinya’s limp hands. “Who’s all going…?” Depending on who it was, you never know, it could turn out to be enjoyable. As long as we weren’t forced in to sports or anything, as I feared we would be, a little peace and quiet away from everything might be nice.
My eyes skimmed the list and I had to frown at the number of indie bands going. My eyes got down a little farther and I actually slapped a hand to my forehead.
“Who?! Oh god, it’s not Vidoll is it? I still haven’t erased that thing with Jui from my brain.” Toshiya said, and his eyes seemed to glaze over a bit. “I seriously thought he was a girl…”
I shook my head. “No. They’re not on the list-“
“Yet.” Toshiya said bitterly.
“-It’s Gazette.” I finished, ignoring him. “Fucking Gazette.”
“You don’t like them?” Shinya asked. “I think their music’s okay.”
“It’s not their music.” I just didn’t want their bassist’s first (second, but who’s counting?) impression of me to be anti-social and lazy.
We’re going camping. I mean, what does he expect? Probably an athlete. Look at his arms. He’s obviously one. But then again I’m not bad myself (I say this in the least narcissist way possible), so he might just get his appearance from the movement during lives and a little working out, like me.
Who am I kidding? He’s clearly a sports-person.
Why do I care again?
“Well, if Kaoru wants to skip recording for food, then I think we all should.” I put the paper on the table and made my way to the door. “We’ll just tell him to screw himself if he doesn’t like it.”
Die gave a victorious shout and actually managed to beat me to the door by sprinting. Damn athlete.
***
Minako!” A pause. A body falls to the ground in slow motion. “MINAKO NO!!” An agonizing scream. The lights go out. The shooting starts. “Oh god oh god oh god…” Heavy breathing. All goes black. Words fade in. ‘Continued next week.’
“No!” I shouted, flinging the spoon in the empty bowl beside me at the TV screen. “They can’t kill her!” The commercials started to play and I hung my head, letting out a depressed sigh. Musing over the ending of my favourite drama, I walked the short distance to my fallen spoon. I had just picked it up when the phone rang.
On my way to answer it I accidentally tripped over a sweater, flinging myself on to the couch face first. Irritation heavily in my voice as I glared at the offending object, I picked up the phone. “Kyo.”
There was a brief pause before a man’s voice spoke. “Are you really?”
“Uruha, give me the damn phone!!”
I frowned at the obvious struggle that ensued, and was about to hang up when another voice said, “Kyo? Kyo-san, are you there?”
“I am. Who’s this?” I was beginning to get frustrated at the confused conversation, but decided I’d hear what this person had to say.
“Ah, gomen! It’s Reita.”
All thoughts of hanging up flew out of my mind.
“Oh,” was all I said, straightening myself out on the couch. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
After half a minute of silence passed, I decided I had better start the conversation since he, despite being the one who called, obviously wasn’t going to. “So, you’re going to Yoshiki’s camping thing?”
“Yes! That’s why I called. Sorry. I’m a little out of it today.”
I laughed. “That’s fine. I understand.”
“I’m looking forward to it. You?”
No. No I’m not. “Definitely.”
“I hear he’s hosting a soccer tournament.”
I assumed “he” must be Yoshiki, and I reminded myself to murder him the next time I saw him. “…That’ll be fun.”
“And there’s going to be BEER!!”
Reita laughed. “My bandmate’s happy for the alcohol.”
Joy. “Uruha’s your guitarist, right?”
“Yeah, one of them. He’s weird. It’s best you stay away from him.”
“He’d probably get along with Die,” I mused. “One of my guitarists. They seem similar.”
“Oh? I’ll tell him that.”
“What have you been up to? Pretty busy?”
“No, not really. Just a few photoshoots, interviews… It hasn’t really been that bad.”
And yet you couldn’t find the time to call? “Well, that’s good. Listen, I’m bored right now, so if you want… let’s go out for coffee or something? Uruha-san can come too.” I’d rather he didn’t, but really, it’s your choice.
“He’s just leaving actually. I’d love to go out for coffee.”
“I am?”
“Meet me at Nona’s? Two o’clock?”
“Sure. That’s perfect.”
“Good. Oh hey, can I have your number? You didn’t give it to me…”
The next few minutes were spent looking for a piece of paper and a pen, but eventually I did get Reita’s number copied down. We said our goodbyes, promised to see each other in an hour, and hung up.
The following fifty minutes were spent digging around in that stupid closet for something to wear. I finally decided on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and with five minutes ‘til two I was climbing in to my car.
It was then that I realized it was my car (my crappy, crappy car) that Reita would see me pulling in to Nona’s with.
Great. Why do I care so much again?
Oh yeah.
He’s fucking hot.
NOTES:
- This one's heavy on the dialogue, I know. The next one will be better.
- I'm not sticking with timelines, so any mentions of specific dates or releases (Withering to death. in this one), aren't meant as hinting at anything.
- Mie because I had to do a presentation in my Japanese class on it. XD 'Wasteland' doesn't really exist, though.
- I realised while writing this that I don't know a lot of bands besides Dir en grey and Gazette (my main ones, but of course I know a few others), so any suggestions you have would be lovely. I'll be needing the band name, members and their positions, and pictures would be nice. I'm sure I can wiki them though.
Feel free to friend miyatree for future updates.
Words 1329
Rating Likely NC-17
Fandom Dir en grey/Gazette // KyoxReita
Summary “...Locals call it ‘Wasteland’.” // “What a lovely name,” I spoke, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
Notes This was gazerockyo's request! Details of the request can be found here. Sorry for the late update! Family went on a sudden camping trip, and I didn't have internet. Be thankful though, because camping actually inspired me. I now know what I'm doing with this fic. =P
The Other Parts
Three weeks later found all of Dir en grey (minus Kaoru) staring bewildering at a piece of paper posted on the small bulletin board in our studio. The paper, which explained Kaoru’s absence as well as the confused expressions on our faces, was thick and green, and I’d decided Kaoru had chosen it to spite us all.
ATTN:
Hey Dir en grey (minus myself)! I’m out for lunch discussing things with Yoshiki. We’re going to his camping thing this year. More info plus a list of bands going (so far) is in the envelope on the table. Kyo, maybe you could finish up the vocals for Machiavellism. The rest of you work on your parts for GARBAGE. I came in early and finished mine. Thx! ♥
xxKaoru
“He’s kidding, right?” Die asked, turning his head to look at Shinya on my left. “Right?”
Shinya’s eyes didn’t look like they could get any wider but to my surprise they did. “How would I know? Totchi?” Toshiya only shook his head, mouth opening and closing at random intervals.
“Kyo?” Die asked.
“What? You think I’d know?” I said, surprised. “Kaoru doesn’t tell me anything either.”
“He addressed you specifically in his note.”
“About recording!”
“Okay wait!” Toshiya yelled, automatically raising his hands to break us apart even though he really had no need to. I quirked my eyebrows. “Oh don’t look at me like that. Why don’t we just see what’s in the envelope?”
As if on cue and urged on by our own curiosity, all of us shuffled over to the table and sat (I remained standing) around it. Shinya’s hand was the first one to reach it.
“It’s probably a nasty bug, just to give us a taste of what’s to come. That evil… just…” Die seemed at a loss for words so I finished for him.
“Ass?”
“Yes!” He was about to go on when Shinya groaned, drawing our attention once again. “Is it bad?”
“It’s for two weeks in a reserved section of wooded area near Mie. Locals call it ‘Wasteland’.”
“What a lovely name,” I spoke, sarcasm dripping from my voice. “Sure to raise band spirit.”
“Two weeks,” Die repeated blankly. “And we have time for this?”
“He-“ Shinya broke off and actually cursed. I knew it was bad. “He took it out of our vacation time.”
“WHAT?!” Toshiya yelled, standing up. “But we only get two weeks!”
“He considers this vacation. Says it’s free and all, since Yoshiki organized it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Die mumbled.
I frowned and grabbed the sheet out of Shinya’s limp hands. “Who’s all going…?” Depending on who it was, you never know, it could turn out to be enjoyable. As long as we weren’t forced in to sports or anything, as I feared we would be, a little peace and quiet away from everything might be nice.
My eyes skimmed the list and I had to frown at the number of indie bands going. My eyes got down a little farther and I actually slapped a hand to my forehead.
“Who?! Oh god, it’s not Vidoll is it? I still haven’t erased that thing with Jui from my brain.” Toshiya said, and his eyes seemed to glaze over a bit. “I seriously thought he was a girl…”
I shook my head. “No. They’re not on the list-“
“Yet.” Toshiya said bitterly.
“-It’s Gazette.” I finished, ignoring him. “Fucking Gazette.”
“You don’t like them?” Shinya asked. “I think their music’s okay.”
“It’s not their music.” I just didn’t want their bassist’s first (second, but who’s counting?) impression of me to be anti-social and lazy.
We’re going camping. I mean, what does he expect? Probably an athlete. Look at his arms. He’s obviously one. But then again I’m not bad myself (I say this in the least narcissist way possible), so he might just get his appearance from the movement during lives and a little working out, like me.
Who am I kidding? He’s clearly a sports-person.
Why do I care again?
“Well, if Kaoru wants to skip recording for food, then I think we all should.” I put the paper on the table and made my way to the door. “We’ll just tell him to screw himself if he doesn’t like it.”
Die gave a victorious shout and actually managed to beat me to the door by sprinting. Damn athlete.
***
Minako!” A pause. A body falls to the ground in slow motion. “MINAKO NO!!” An agonizing scream. The lights go out. The shooting starts. “Oh god oh god oh god…” Heavy breathing. All goes black. Words fade in. ‘Continued next week.’
“No!” I shouted, flinging the spoon in the empty bowl beside me at the TV screen. “They can’t kill her!” The commercials started to play and I hung my head, letting out a depressed sigh. Musing over the ending of my favourite drama, I walked the short distance to my fallen spoon. I had just picked it up when the phone rang.
On my way to answer it I accidentally tripped over a sweater, flinging myself on to the couch face first. Irritation heavily in my voice as I glared at the offending object, I picked up the phone. “Kyo.”
There was a brief pause before a man’s voice spoke. “Are you really?”
“Uruha, give me the damn phone!!”
I frowned at the obvious struggle that ensued, and was about to hang up when another voice said, “Kyo? Kyo-san, are you there?”
“I am. Who’s this?” I was beginning to get frustrated at the confused conversation, but decided I’d hear what this person had to say.
“Ah, gomen! It’s Reita.”
All thoughts of hanging up flew out of my mind.
“Oh,” was all I said, straightening myself out on the couch. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
After half a minute of silence passed, I decided I had better start the conversation since he, despite being the one who called, obviously wasn’t going to. “So, you’re going to Yoshiki’s camping thing?”
“Yes! That’s why I called. Sorry. I’m a little out of it today.”
I laughed. “That’s fine. I understand.”
“I’m looking forward to it. You?”
No. No I’m not. “Definitely.”
“I hear he’s hosting a soccer tournament.”
I assumed “he” must be Yoshiki, and I reminded myself to murder him the next time I saw him. “…That’ll be fun.”
“And there’s going to be BEER!!”
Reita laughed. “My bandmate’s happy for the alcohol.”
Joy. “Uruha’s your guitarist, right?”
“Yeah, one of them. He’s weird. It’s best you stay away from him.”
“He’d probably get along with Die,” I mused. “One of my guitarists. They seem similar.”
“Oh? I’ll tell him that.”
“What have you been up to? Pretty busy?”
“No, not really. Just a few photoshoots, interviews… It hasn’t really been that bad.”
And yet you couldn’t find the time to call? “Well, that’s good. Listen, I’m bored right now, so if you want… let’s go out for coffee or something? Uruha-san can come too.” I’d rather he didn’t, but really, it’s your choice.
“He’s just leaving actually. I’d love to go out for coffee.”
“I am?”
“Meet me at Nona’s? Two o’clock?”
“Sure. That’s perfect.”
“Good. Oh hey, can I have your number? You didn’t give it to me…”
The next few minutes were spent looking for a piece of paper and a pen, but eventually I did get Reita’s number copied down. We said our goodbyes, promised to see each other in an hour, and hung up.
The following fifty minutes were spent digging around in that stupid closet for something to wear. I finally decided on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and with five minutes ‘til two I was climbing in to my car.
It was then that I realized it was my car (my crappy, crappy car) that Reita would see me pulling in to Nona’s with.
Great. Why do I care so much again?
Oh yeah.
He’s fucking hot.
NOTES:
- This one's heavy on the dialogue, I know. The next one will be better.
- I'm not sticking with timelines, so any mentions of specific dates or releases (Withering to death. in this one), aren't meant as hinting at anything.
- Mie because I had to do a presentation in my Japanese class on it. XD 'Wasteland' doesn't really exist, though.
- I realised while writing this that I don't know a lot of bands besides Dir en grey and Gazette (my main ones, but of course I know a few others), so any suggestions you have would be lovely. I'll be needing the band name, members and their positions, and pictures would be nice. I'm sure I can wiki them though.
Feel free to friend miyatree for future updates.