[Fan Fiction] Always and Never the Same (Prologue/?)
「Title」: Always and Never the Same
「Author」: novlomien
「Chapters」: Prologue/?
「Fandom」: J-Rock
「Characters」: Reita, OC, the GazettE
「Genre」: Angst, General, Slight AU
「Warning」: Some language
「Rating」: R (to be safe)
「Word Count」: 672
「Synopsis」: The true story behind Reita’s noseband...
「Author’s Notes」: This is a story I started early last year and have yet to finish but I need to start posting it. This is a chaptered fic. This story is slightly AU so please bear with me. It’s written how it is so if you don’t like it, go read something else; I’m not changing it for anyone else just because it has big words in it or you don't like it. This story means a lot to me so I don't need your judging.
Disclaimer: Don't own the GazettE, only the original character, don't sue. This is a work of fiction and should be read as such.
When is the precise moment where a single person realizes time is passing by so quickly that they don’t even notice it anymore? The days seem to blur by and the hours seem to never be enough. Days become months and months become years. Before it’s realized, a person has aged and sometimes it is too late for the enjoyments of life anymore. A single person does not have time to stop and contemplate these things as we are not taught this from those around us. It’s usually found too late. The world is based on social beliefs and unexplained procedures that is felt to be followed for happiness and continuation of the individual’s life. When it seems there is a drastic change, then that’s the moment when it gathers the attentions of others…
As the sunlight pierced through the intricate spaces between the beige hotel blinds, it greeted the room with its purity and warmth in a fairytale way. A morning that was like the rest as each day that, when conscious, became a continuous flow of constant worry and mastered readiness as a result of a musician’s work. Days didn’t seem like they could ever stay still like they used to. The tiny dust particles that the sunlight breathed in didn’t linger in the air anymore as each one floated by the sleeping individual encased in the sheets on the nearby bed. Even in sleep, a silent ritual was practiced of gathering a nice portion of the comforter and enveloping the fabric over his hand to cover the bottom part of his face; the constant warmth around his face was always inviting. The individual’s head was seemingly swallowed by the massive goose down pillow as a soft snore could scarcely be heard beneath the materials.
Hearing a silent alarm in his mind, Reita squint his eyes slightly, sensing the familiar groggy feeling that washed over him. The multiple lashes were distinct against his flawless skin before he slowly forced his eyelids open. Instinctively, he rolled over in the soft sheets before he rose himself to sit up straight, in no hurry to get out of bed just yet. Upon doing this, aches were making themselves present throughout his body as he knew he had performed too hard once again… not like that ever stopped him before. Funny enough, he always thought his body would be used to this sort of physical torture by now. Whether it was the constant training he maintained to the many performances and practices which the members accomplished frequently.
“Reita-kun, hurry! The schedule’s been changed, we have to leave soon,” the distinct gentle voice of Kai was muffled by the thick wooden door followed by some rapid tapping against the grain. Reita was startled as he bounced slightly against the cushioned bed. His plush lips formed a sideways frown at the thought of yet another “schedule change”, meaning that they’d have to haul ass to meet the requirements of the adjustment. He made a brief noise of acknowledgement before flipping the covers over to slip out from underneath them.
As naturally as someone placing spectacles upon the bridge of their nose, Reita reached over to the bed stand and grasped the solid piece of decorated ivory fabric that seemed more familiar to him anything else. He placed it over his nose just below his eyes where it had felt right for so many years. Tying it snugly underneath his lengthy blonde hair, he made sure it was secure before he did anything else.
Some people would say that he was hiding from the world. Some would say that it was a fashion accessory that was getting old before it had a chance to be a wonder. The list could go on, even go as far as questioning his sanity. But Reita saw it as something that had a significant meaning to him that he secretly swore he’d never share with anyone, not even the closest friends he played and hung out with most of the time…
.:.Chapter One
「Author」: novlomien
「Chapters」: Prologue/?
「Fandom」: J-Rock
「Characters」: Reita, OC, the GazettE
「Genre」: Angst, General, Slight AU
「Warning」: Some language
「Rating」: R (to be safe)
「Word Count」: 672
「Synopsis」: The true story behind Reita’s noseband...
「Author’s Notes」: This is a story I started early last year and have yet to finish but I need to start posting it. This is a chaptered fic. This story is slightly AU so please bear with me. It’s written how it is so if you don’t like it, go read something else; I’m not changing it for anyone else just because it has big words in it or you don't like it. This story means a lot to me so I don't need your judging.
Disclaimer: Don't own the GazettE, only the original character, don't sue. This is a work of fiction and should be read as such.
When is the precise moment where a single person realizes time is passing by so quickly that they don’t even notice it anymore? The days seem to blur by and the hours seem to never be enough. Days become months and months become years. Before it’s realized, a person has aged and sometimes it is too late for the enjoyments of life anymore. A single person does not have time to stop and contemplate these things as we are not taught this from those around us. It’s usually found too late. The world is based on social beliefs and unexplained procedures that is felt to be followed for happiness and continuation of the individual’s life. When it seems there is a drastic change, then that’s the moment when it gathers the attentions of others…
As the sunlight pierced through the intricate spaces between the beige hotel blinds, it greeted the room with its purity and warmth in a fairytale way. A morning that was like the rest as each day that, when conscious, became a continuous flow of constant worry and mastered readiness as a result of a musician’s work. Days didn’t seem like they could ever stay still like they used to. The tiny dust particles that the sunlight breathed in didn’t linger in the air anymore as each one floated by the sleeping individual encased in the sheets on the nearby bed. Even in sleep, a silent ritual was practiced of gathering a nice portion of the comforter and enveloping the fabric over his hand to cover the bottom part of his face; the constant warmth around his face was always inviting. The individual’s head was seemingly swallowed by the massive goose down pillow as a soft snore could scarcely be heard beneath the materials.
Hearing a silent alarm in his mind, Reita squint his eyes slightly, sensing the familiar groggy feeling that washed over him. The multiple lashes were distinct against his flawless skin before he slowly forced his eyelids open. Instinctively, he rolled over in the soft sheets before he rose himself to sit up straight, in no hurry to get out of bed just yet. Upon doing this, aches were making themselves present throughout his body as he knew he had performed too hard once again… not like that ever stopped him before. Funny enough, he always thought his body would be used to this sort of physical torture by now. Whether it was the constant training he maintained to the many performances and practices which the members accomplished frequently.
“Reita-kun, hurry! The schedule’s been changed, we have to leave soon,” the distinct gentle voice of Kai was muffled by the thick wooden door followed by some rapid tapping against the grain. Reita was startled as he bounced slightly against the cushioned bed. His plush lips formed a sideways frown at the thought of yet another “schedule change”, meaning that they’d have to haul ass to meet the requirements of the adjustment. He made a brief noise of acknowledgement before flipping the covers over to slip out from underneath them.
As naturally as someone placing spectacles upon the bridge of their nose, Reita reached over to the bed stand and grasped the solid piece of decorated ivory fabric that seemed more familiar to him anything else. He placed it over his nose just below his eyes where it had felt right for so many years. Tying it snugly underneath his lengthy blonde hair, he made sure it was secure before he did anything else.
Some people would say that he was hiding from the world. Some would say that it was a fashion accessory that was getting old before it had a chance to be a wonder. The list could go on, even go as far as questioning his sanity. But Reita saw it as something that had a significant meaning to him that he secretly swore he’d never share with anyone, not even the closest friends he played and hung out with most of the time…
.:.Chapter One