Dir en grey/Sadie - Kyo/Mao - Flowers of Pursued Love - 3/11
Title: Flowers of Pursued Love
Author: shuichin or Shuichi
Genre: Angst/Romance/Smut
Artists: Dir en grey, サディ (Sadie)
Pairings: Kyo x Mao, Toshiya x Kei, ? x Kei
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Summary: Crossover. Oh yes, this is a sequel to my two parter: The Two Sides of Fame. Mao's band mates try to hook he and Kyo back up, while Kyo's band mates try to keep them apart.
Notes: Here it is! Sorry it took a little while. Good news, though: I'M DONE WITH SCHOOL! I had my last final today! So I'm feeling pretty amazing, and I'm sure there'll be fairly steady updates until I leave for JROCK REVOLUTION. I'm not as happy with this chapter, but the next will be better. ;)
Part 3
The shock was so great that for a moment, no one seemed to know what to say. It was Kei who broke the silence by nearly shouting out, “What!? Mao, you can’t quit the band!”
Everyone else quickly joined in then. “You’re going crazy!” Mizuki decided.
“What kind of boneheaded decision is that?” Tsurugi retorted.
“Why?” Aki asked, apparently at a loss for what else to say.
Mao sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I have to. I-I can’t do this anymore. It’s just going to get harder and harder, and there are some things about fame that I don’t want to deal with. I’m tired of sacrificing my own happiness to make my dreams come true.”
“But being Sadie’s vocalist does make you happy!” Aki exclaimed.
“Not anymore!” Mao snapped. “Just…just don’t make this harder than it is.”
“So you’re just going to throw all our dreams to the ground because some dumbass musician decided to screw you over?” Tsurugi asked angrily. “Is that it, Mao? Because you know bands never get over the loss of a vocalist! You’re the face of the band, and you’re going to make us suffer for your frivolity!”
“Tsurugi, that’s enough!” Kei hissed.
“He’s right,” Aki said, crossing his arms over his chest. He ignored Kei’s immediate protesting, and just spoke again. “Mao, it’s not fair to the rest of us for you to do this. You should have thought things through with Kyo-san. You should have figured it would probably turn out this way. I’m shocked at your lack of common sense.”
Mao was so stunned that Aki was saying such things, and so harshly, too. He couldn’t find his voice to reply. The bassist stepped closer and grabbed both of his shoulders. “I’m sorry you got hurt,” he continued, his voice much softer, “but do you really want to throw away all your dreams because of one stupid guy? Please, don’t do that. Not just for us, but for yourself. I truly believe that Kyo-san was wrong for listening to his band mates, and they were wrong for making him split up with you. But it can’t be helped! We tried to reason with them, but-“
“You saw Kyo?” Mao asked, his eyes widening of their own will.
The other four looked around at one another, guilty expressions on their faces. At last Kei stepped forward and said, “We did, and he’s very upset, too. It’s not just you suffering in this whole ordeal, Mao.”
“So stop being so selfish,” Tsurugi put in.
Kei whirled on him. “Tsurugi, do you have to be so heartless?”
“I’m not being heartless, I’m being honest!”
“But there are times-“
“Shhh!” Aki butt in. “Please, guys, not now.” He turned back to Mao. “Yes, we went to their studio and found a way to meet with them-“ Mizuki harrumphed, and Aki sighed. “Some of us had to sacrifice more than others so we could get back there, but we did it for you, so we weren’t bitter.” He shot a glance at Mizuki, who looked away sheepishly. “Anyway, Mao, Kyo-san didn’t want to break up with you, but the others told him he had to. It’s one of their band rules, or something. We requested they let you two get back together, but they wouldn’t have it.” He paused to stare off in the distance, admiration shining on his face. “They have such stony resolve! That Kaoru-san is really amazing. I don’t think I’d have the balls to make decisions like that, but he does, and he sticks with them! That’s so-“
Mizuki cleared his throat. “Um, I don’t think Mao cares about Kaoru-san’s balls, Aki. Especially since he’s the one causing all the problems.”
Aki blushed and nodded, then turned back to Mao once more. “The point is, Mao, that…you just can’t quit Sadie.”
Mao looked between all of them for a thoughtful moment, then said sharply, “That’s for me to decide.” He got in the taxi, but rolled down the window. “Just let me go to Kyoto for a few days to see my mom and dad. I’ll come back with my decision.”
He rolled the window back up, and they watched with heavy hearts as the car bearing their friend and vocalist drove away, out of sight. Aki turned to Kei. “Toshiya-san’s number is still on your hand, right, Kei?”
Kei snorted. “Of course! Please, Aki…as if I’m ever washing this hand!”
* * * * *
The moment the taxi started away from his friends, Mao knew he was being selfish and stupid. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, wondering just when his life had gotten so complicated. He loved being the vocalist of Sadie, and that was really all he wanted to do with his life. His father could probably get him a job back home in Kyoto, but the prospects of that life weren’t great to him. He’d be just another average guy working for a big company. He’d get married to some woman that his parents liked. They’d have children he would hardly ever see because he’d be forced to work so many hours for a company he probably wouldn’t even care about at all. In the end he would die a sad, old man-probably after his wife divorced him, he reckoned.
“Kyoto, you said?” The cab driver piped up all of a sudden.
Mao looked at him in the rearview mirror, momentarily at a loss. Finally he regained his voice, and said, “No, actually, but there’s somewhere else you can take me…”
Within minutes the cab was parking outside of Dir en grey’s recording studio. Apparently it was the end of the day for the band, for they were actually leaving just as he got there. “I’ll just be a few minutes,” he said to the driver before flying out of the taxi.
Dir en grey were only a few steps out of the recording studio, and Kyo instantly spotted him. He looked stunned-too stunned to say anything or do anything. He just stopped walking, and the others all stopped after a moment, too, turning back to look at him. Mao hurried over there, stopping a few paces in front of Kyo-ignoring the others. “Kyo-san…” he started, though he didn’t know what he planned on saying.
The other four were all watching Kyo interestedly, and the one Mao recognized as Kaoru said, “Kyo?”
Kyo didn’t seem to hear him as he gave Mao a smile and said, “Hi, Mao-kun…it’s been awhile.”
“Mao-kun!” Burst a voice to the left. Mao turned to look, and found himself being engulfed in a hug by Toshiya. “Wow, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” He gushed. “Kyo’s told us all about you! You’re so cute, by the way, just what I pictured!”
He pulled away and the next thing Mao knew, his hand was being shaken by Shinya, who bowed slightly and said, “Nice to meet you, Mao-kun.”
“Isn’t he just what you pictured?” Toshiya asked him.
Shinya covered a smile with his hand, but nodded anyway. Mao was waiting for them to start fussing over him like Kyo’s surrogate mothers or something, but they just continued to whisper things to each other. Die came into his view range then and said, “So you’re the one taking it up the ass, huh?”
“DIE!” Toshiya and Shinya exclaimed as one.
“How tactless!” Shinya sighed while Toshiya bopped the guitarist on the head.
“What?” Die asked, looking totally innocent. “I just asked a simple question…”
Kaoru cleared his throat then, which turned everyone’s eyes on him. “Um, I think Kyo has something to say to Mao…”
Kyo looked at Kaoru with raised eyebrows, his face obviously saying, ”And just what would that be?”
Kaoru sighed, and smiled at Mao. “Will you excuse us for a minute?” He glanced at Die. “Be polite, please.”
He marched Kyo a few yards away. “You know what you have to say to him, Kyo,” he said softly.
Kyo crossed his arms over his chest. “Actually I don’t. Why don’t you enlighten me, Leader-sama?”
Kaoru was quiet for as long as it took him to fish a cigarette out of his pocket. He lit it, and shoved it between his lips, looking slightly frazzled. “Kyo, please… I’m not trying to be an asshole here.”
“Then you’re failing,” Kyo spat.
“Would you please just put an end to this!?” Kaoru hissed before grabbing Kyo under the armpit and hauling him back over to the others.
As soon as he was close enough, Mao reached for Kyo’s hand. He didn’t care if he was allowed to or not; he missed the older man. He missed touching him, missed talking to him and being with him… Kyo’s fingers closed around his, and he gave him a look of deep remorse. “Kyo-san,” Mao tried again, hoping his voice wouldn’t fail him. “Kyo-san, can we…I mean, fame doesn’t have to tear us apart…” His voice was hopeful-much more hopeful than he actually felt.
Kyo swallowed, and then shot a glare at Kaoru. “Kaoru has something to say to you.”
Kaoru’s jaw dropped. “No, Kyo, I think you-“
“I don’t want to say it,” Kyo said firmly. “You can.”
Kaoru ran a hand through his hair before turning his full attention to Mao. “Listen, Mao-kun… It’s not that Kyo doesn’t want to be with you, but…well, it’s better that he just end the relationship now before it can go downhill. It’s…it’s over, and he’s not going to take you back. He refuses to be with you for the sake of your band as much as ours.” He took a deep breath, looking like it took much effort to say the very last thing. “Music is the number one thing in Kyo’s life. Nothing and no one will ever change that.”
Mao looked between Kaoru’s stern gaze to Kyo, who was purposely looking anywhere but at his eyes. At last he pulled his hand roughly from Kyo’s and exclaimed, “So that’s it, is it? All that you said about not wanting to be famous… That was all a lie! You want your fame, and I could jeopardize it!”
“What?” Kyo gasped. “Mao, that’s ridiculous, if I wanted more fame I would have taken you out and screwed you in public. People would never stop talking about-“
“Oh, shut up!” Mao interrupted, still yelling. “I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”
He whirled around, and stalked back to the taxi. Kyo started after him, but Kaoru grabbed his arm. “Let him go,” he said simply.
Kyo pulled his arm away, shooting daggers at Kaoru with his gaze. “Stop telling me how to manage my life!”
He went in the opposite direction from Mao’s taxi, over to where his car was parked. Toshiya pursed his lips, and shook his head. “Good call, Kaoru.”
“Well, what do you want me to do!?” Kaoru exploded. “We made these rules, and it would be bad form to bend this one for Kyo! You remember when Shinya wanted to-“
“Yes, I remember, and if you remember, I said back then that we should abolish this rule!” The bassist threw his arms up in exasperation.
“These are the sort of things that tear bands apart,” Die spoke up vehemently. “Kaoru’s right in keeping Kyo and Mao apart. They’ll both get over it, and things will commence as they always have.”
“Yeah, with Kyo completely against the whole concept of love!” Toshiya snapped at him. “He wanted something more than a one-night stand with Mao-kun, and now you’re ruining it all for him! And for what-a stupid rule that Kyo set in place when Kisaki screwed him over?” He just glared between Kaoru and Die for a moment, apparently unable to say anymore. At last he sighed, and turned to leave.
Shinya hurried after him, leaving Die and Kaoru standing alone by the curb. Die scratched his head. “Well, that was an overreaction.”
Kaoru rubbed his eyes. “I’m not so sure…”
* * * * *
It was raining. The sound was rather melodic, but in a haunting sort of way. Kyo couldn’t wrap his mind around his thoughts or feelings, and the weight that had settled in his gut was so tangible it almost hurt. He’d never felt so torn before. On the one hand, he did have respect for Kaoru for holding to the rules they’d set up. It was important for them as a band, and he loved the band. However, on the other hand…he really wanted to be with Mao.
There was a knock on the door, but he ignored it. If it was Kaoru, he really didn’t want to see him. In fact, he didn’t think he would like to see anyone-save for maybe Mao.
The door opened, though, and Toshiya came into view. Kyo was sitting by the window, pretending to ignore the bassist, however impossible that usually was. He saw Toshiya come over to him out of the corner of his eye. “Would you like some company, Kyo-kun?” He asked softly.
Kyo shook his head, continuing to stare out at the rain pattering on the sidewalk. Toshiya began petting his hair, which was something that had always been soothing for him to feel. He let out a sigh, but still said nothing. “You know, you don’t always have to do as your told,” Toshiya said, a teasing edge to his voice.
“I don’t,” Kyo said, although he understood that’s why Toshiya had sounded like he was joking. “I just always listen to Kaoru-especially when it has to do with the band.”
“Well, this decision might be terrific for the band, but is it good for you?” Toshiya asked.
“If it’s good for the band, it’s good for me,” Kyo said coldly, though he wasn’t even sure that he believed himself.
Toshiya chuckled and then kissed the top of his head before ruffling his hair and walking away. “Kyo, you’re a terrible liar. I’m surprised the fans believe you when you lie in interviews.”
Kyo finally turned his gaze from the rain so he could look at his friend. “Look, I’ll be fine, and so will Mao. We’re just going to have to get over each other.”
Toshiya shook his head. “I hope you can live with that decision,” he said quietly.
He left after that. Kyo sighed again, and resumed watching the rain.
Part 4
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Notes: 1) Uh oh, an allusion to Kisaki! Obviously, that will be explained. Kisaki was the bassist when Dir en grey was La:Sadies.
Author: shuichin or Shuichi
Genre: Angst/Romance/Smut
Artists: Dir en grey, サディ (Sadie)
Pairings: Kyo x Mao, Toshiya x Kei, ? x Kei
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Summary: Crossover. Oh yes, this is a sequel to my two parter: The Two Sides of Fame. Mao's band mates try to hook he and Kyo back up, while Kyo's band mates try to keep them apart.
Notes: Here it is! Sorry it took a little while. Good news, though: I'M DONE WITH SCHOOL! I had my last final today! So I'm feeling pretty amazing, and I'm sure there'll be fairly steady updates until I leave for JROCK REVOLUTION. I'm not as happy with this chapter, but the next will be better. ;)
Part 3
The shock was so great that for a moment, no one seemed to know what to say. It was Kei who broke the silence by nearly shouting out, “What!? Mao, you can’t quit the band!”
Everyone else quickly joined in then. “You’re going crazy!” Mizuki decided.
“What kind of boneheaded decision is that?” Tsurugi retorted.
“Why?” Aki asked, apparently at a loss for what else to say.
Mao sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I have to. I-I can’t do this anymore. It’s just going to get harder and harder, and there are some things about fame that I don’t want to deal with. I’m tired of sacrificing my own happiness to make my dreams come true.”
“But being Sadie’s vocalist does make you happy!” Aki exclaimed.
“Not anymore!” Mao snapped. “Just…just don’t make this harder than it is.”
“So you’re just going to throw all our dreams to the ground because some dumbass musician decided to screw you over?” Tsurugi asked angrily. “Is that it, Mao? Because you know bands never get over the loss of a vocalist! You’re the face of the band, and you’re going to make us suffer for your frivolity!”
“Tsurugi, that’s enough!” Kei hissed.
“He’s right,” Aki said, crossing his arms over his chest. He ignored Kei’s immediate protesting, and just spoke again. “Mao, it’s not fair to the rest of us for you to do this. You should have thought things through with Kyo-san. You should have figured it would probably turn out this way. I’m shocked at your lack of common sense.”
Mao was so stunned that Aki was saying such things, and so harshly, too. He couldn’t find his voice to reply. The bassist stepped closer and grabbed both of his shoulders. “I’m sorry you got hurt,” he continued, his voice much softer, “but do you really want to throw away all your dreams because of one stupid guy? Please, don’t do that. Not just for us, but for yourself. I truly believe that Kyo-san was wrong for listening to his band mates, and they were wrong for making him split up with you. But it can’t be helped! We tried to reason with them, but-“
“You saw Kyo?” Mao asked, his eyes widening of their own will.
The other four looked around at one another, guilty expressions on their faces. At last Kei stepped forward and said, “We did, and he’s very upset, too. It’s not just you suffering in this whole ordeal, Mao.”
“So stop being so selfish,” Tsurugi put in.
Kei whirled on him. “Tsurugi, do you have to be so heartless?”
“I’m not being heartless, I’m being honest!”
“But there are times-“
“Shhh!” Aki butt in. “Please, guys, not now.” He turned back to Mao. “Yes, we went to their studio and found a way to meet with them-“ Mizuki harrumphed, and Aki sighed. “Some of us had to sacrifice more than others so we could get back there, but we did it for you, so we weren’t bitter.” He shot a glance at Mizuki, who looked away sheepishly. “Anyway, Mao, Kyo-san didn’t want to break up with you, but the others told him he had to. It’s one of their band rules, or something. We requested they let you two get back together, but they wouldn’t have it.” He paused to stare off in the distance, admiration shining on his face. “They have such stony resolve! That Kaoru-san is really amazing. I don’t think I’d have the balls to make decisions like that, but he does, and he sticks with them! That’s so-“
Mizuki cleared his throat. “Um, I don’t think Mao cares about Kaoru-san’s balls, Aki. Especially since he’s the one causing all the problems.”
Aki blushed and nodded, then turned back to Mao once more. “The point is, Mao, that…you just can’t quit Sadie.”
Mao looked between all of them for a thoughtful moment, then said sharply, “That’s for me to decide.” He got in the taxi, but rolled down the window. “Just let me go to Kyoto for a few days to see my mom and dad. I’ll come back with my decision.”
He rolled the window back up, and they watched with heavy hearts as the car bearing their friend and vocalist drove away, out of sight. Aki turned to Kei. “Toshiya-san’s number is still on your hand, right, Kei?”
Kei snorted. “Of course! Please, Aki…as if I’m ever washing this hand!”
* * * * *
The moment the taxi started away from his friends, Mao knew he was being selfish and stupid. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, wondering just when his life had gotten so complicated. He loved being the vocalist of Sadie, and that was really all he wanted to do with his life. His father could probably get him a job back home in Kyoto, but the prospects of that life weren’t great to him. He’d be just another average guy working for a big company. He’d get married to some woman that his parents liked. They’d have children he would hardly ever see because he’d be forced to work so many hours for a company he probably wouldn’t even care about at all. In the end he would die a sad, old man-probably after his wife divorced him, he reckoned.
“Kyoto, you said?” The cab driver piped up all of a sudden.
Mao looked at him in the rearview mirror, momentarily at a loss. Finally he regained his voice, and said, “No, actually, but there’s somewhere else you can take me…”
Within minutes the cab was parking outside of Dir en grey’s recording studio. Apparently it was the end of the day for the band, for they were actually leaving just as he got there. “I’ll just be a few minutes,” he said to the driver before flying out of the taxi.
Dir en grey were only a few steps out of the recording studio, and Kyo instantly spotted him. He looked stunned-too stunned to say anything or do anything. He just stopped walking, and the others all stopped after a moment, too, turning back to look at him. Mao hurried over there, stopping a few paces in front of Kyo-ignoring the others. “Kyo-san…” he started, though he didn’t know what he planned on saying.
The other four were all watching Kyo interestedly, and the one Mao recognized as Kaoru said, “Kyo?”
Kyo didn’t seem to hear him as he gave Mao a smile and said, “Hi, Mao-kun…it’s been awhile.”
“Mao-kun!” Burst a voice to the left. Mao turned to look, and found himself being engulfed in a hug by Toshiya. “Wow, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” He gushed. “Kyo’s told us all about you! You’re so cute, by the way, just what I pictured!”
He pulled away and the next thing Mao knew, his hand was being shaken by Shinya, who bowed slightly and said, “Nice to meet you, Mao-kun.”
“Isn’t he just what you pictured?” Toshiya asked him.
Shinya covered a smile with his hand, but nodded anyway. Mao was waiting for them to start fussing over him like Kyo’s surrogate mothers or something, but they just continued to whisper things to each other. Die came into his view range then and said, “So you’re the one taking it up the ass, huh?”
“DIE!” Toshiya and Shinya exclaimed as one.
“How tactless!” Shinya sighed while Toshiya bopped the guitarist on the head.
“What?” Die asked, looking totally innocent. “I just asked a simple question…”
Kaoru cleared his throat then, which turned everyone’s eyes on him. “Um, I think Kyo has something to say to Mao…”
Kyo looked at Kaoru with raised eyebrows, his face obviously saying, ”And just what would that be?”
Kaoru sighed, and smiled at Mao. “Will you excuse us for a minute?” He glanced at Die. “Be polite, please.”
He marched Kyo a few yards away. “You know what you have to say to him, Kyo,” he said softly.
Kyo crossed his arms over his chest. “Actually I don’t. Why don’t you enlighten me, Leader-sama?”
Kaoru was quiet for as long as it took him to fish a cigarette out of his pocket. He lit it, and shoved it between his lips, looking slightly frazzled. “Kyo, please… I’m not trying to be an asshole here.”
“Then you’re failing,” Kyo spat.
“Would you please just put an end to this!?” Kaoru hissed before grabbing Kyo under the armpit and hauling him back over to the others.
As soon as he was close enough, Mao reached for Kyo’s hand. He didn’t care if he was allowed to or not; he missed the older man. He missed touching him, missed talking to him and being with him… Kyo’s fingers closed around his, and he gave him a look of deep remorse. “Kyo-san,” Mao tried again, hoping his voice wouldn’t fail him. “Kyo-san, can we…I mean, fame doesn’t have to tear us apart…” His voice was hopeful-much more hopeful than he actually felt.
Kyo swallowed, and then shot a glare at Kaoru. “Kaoru has something to say to you.”
Kaoru’s jaw dropped. “No, Kyo, I think you-“
“I don’t want to say it,” Kyo said firmly. “You can.”
Kaoru ran a hand through his hair before turning his full attention to Mao. “Listen, Mao-kun… It’s not that Kyo doesn’t want to be with you, but…well, it’s better that he just end the relationship now before it can go downhill. It’s…it’s over, and he’s not going to take you back. He refuses to be with you for the sake of your band as much as ours.” He took a deep breath, looking like it took much effort to say the very last thing. “Music is the number one thing in Kyo’s life. Nothing and no one will ever change that.”
Mao looked between Kaoru’s stern gaze to Kyo, who was purposely looking anywhere but at his eyes. At last he pulled his hand roughly from Kyo’s and exclaimed, “So that’s it, is it? All that you said about not wanting to be famous… That was all a lie! You want your fame, and I could jeopardize it!”
“What?” Kyo gasped. “Mao, that’s ridiculous, if I wanted more fame I would have taken you out and screwed you in public. People would never stop talking about-“
“Oh, shut up!” Mao interrupted, still yelling. “I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”
He whirled around, and stalked back to the taxi. Kyo started after him, but Kaoru grabbed his arm. “Let him go,” he said simply.
Kyo pulled his arm away, shooting daggers at Kaoru with his gaze. “Stop telling me how to manage my life!”
He went in the opposite direction from Mao’s taxi, over to where his car was parked. Toshiya pursed his lips, and shook his head. “Good call, Kaoru.”
“Well, what do you want me to do!?” Kaoru exploded. “We made these rules, and it would be bad form to bend this one for Kyo! You remember when Shinya wanted to-“
“Yes, I remember, and if you remember, I said back then that we should abolish this rule!” The bassist threw his arms up in exasperation.
“These are the sort of things that tear bands apart,” Die spoke up vehemently. “Kaoru’s right in keeping Kyo and Mao apart. They’ll both get over it, and things will commence as they always have.”
“Yeah, with Kyo completely against the whole concept of love!” Toshiya snapped at him. “He wanted something more than a one-night stand with Mao-kun, and now you’re ruining it all for him! And for what-a stupid rule that Kyo set in place when Kisaki screwed him over?” He just glared between Kaoru and Die for a moment, apparently unable to say anymore. At last he sighed, and turned to leave.
Shinya hurried after him, leaving Die and Kaoru standing alone by the curb. Die scratched his head. “Well, that was an overreaction.”
Kaoru rubbed his eyes. “I’m not so sure…”
* * * * *
It was raining. The sound was rather melodic, but in a haunting sort of way. Kyo couldn’t wrap his mind around his thoughts or feelings, and the weight that had settled in his gut was so tangible it almost hurt. He’d never felt so torn before. On the one hand, he did have respect for Kaoru for holding to the rules they’d set up. It was important for them as a band, and he loved the band. However, on the other hand…he really wanted to be with Mao.
There was a knock on the door, but he ignored it. If it was Kaoru, he really didn’t want to see him. In fact, he didn’t think he would like to see anyone-save for maybe Mao.
The door opened, though, and Toshiya came into view. Kyo was sitting by the window, pretending to ignore the bassist, however impossible that usually was. He saw Toshiya come over to him out of the corner of his eye. “Would you like some company, Kyo-kun?” He asked softly.
Kyo shook his head, continuing to stare out at the rain pattering on the sidewalk. Toshiya began petting his hair, which was something that had always been soothing for him to feel. He let out a sigh, but still said nothing. “You know, you don’t always have to do as your told,” Toshiya said, a teasing edge to his voice.
“I don’t,” Kyo said, although he understood that’s why Toshiya had sounded like he was joking. “I just always listen to Kaoru-especially when it has to do with the band.”
“Well, this decision might be terrific for the band, but is it good for you?” Toshiya asked.
“If it’s good for the band, it’s good for me,” Kyo said coldly, though he wasn’t even sure that he believed himself.
Toshiya chuckled and then kissed the top of his head before ruffling his hair and walking away. “Kyo, you’re a terrible liar. I’m surprised the fans believe you when you lie in interviews.”
Kyo finally turned his gaze from the rain so he could look at his friend. “Look, I’ll be fine, and so will Mao. We’re just going to have to get over each other.”
Toshiya shook his head. “I hope you can live with that decision,” he said quietly.
He left after that. Kyo sighed again, and resumed watching the rain.
Part 4
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Notes: 1) Uh oh, an allusion to Kisaki! Obviously, that will be explained. Kisaki was the bassist when Dir en grey was La:Sadies.