Fan fic: Voice
Title: Voice
Author: Mika (bleeding_jaws)
Band: Dir En Grey, The Gazette
Pairing: Kyo x Reita
Rating: PG15
Genre: Romance
Chapters: One shot / drabble
Warning: Un beta-ed, language
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone.
Summary: But Kyo still had his own arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
Notes: Actually, this idea has been twirling around inside my head. I just now decided to write a little drabble out of it (laughs). And, I know I should write for my chaptered ones, but it’s coming along (fidgets).... Comments are love ♂♂
“Will you love me even if I lose my voice?” Eyes nervously fixed on the magazine he held in his lap. Fingers tightly crumbling the edges.
The blonde bassist slowly took his eyes off the tv show he had been watching. Thoughtfully he tapped an index finger on his chin.
“What will be left to love if your voice is no more...” He mused out loud. Still tapping his finger as he looked up on the ceiling as if he was searching it for an answer.
Unaware of the glare his lover shot him. All of a sudden, much to his surprise, the older slammed that magazine he had been reading earlier on the coffee table.
“Asshole!”
Stomping away towards their bedroom. He heard a low chuckle resound in the living room right before he shut the door with a loud, un-approving bang.
Some hours later as day had turned into night. The door was gently pushed open and the young blonde entered. Some muffled sounds were barely heard as Reita discarded his clothes. With a smile plastered on his tired face, he crawled up on the bed and under the blanket. Where his annoyed lover lied, still brightly awake. Despite it all, he crawled closer and eventually slid his long arms around the slender waist. Pulling Kyo’s back so close to his naked chest. Yet he was not pushed away. And no protests were spoken. But Kyo still had his own arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
“Kyo... Even without your voice, I’ll always love you.” He spoke softly, gently, right next to Kyo’s ear. “Besides, you won’t lose your voice! You do know I won’t ever let you push yourself that far. And maybe you’ll hate me for restraining you, but I still won’t let you kill yourself.” Hugging the older tighter. “I never fell in love with your voice.” His hand left Kyo’s belly. Travelling up the scarred chest. His large hand with sprawled fingers finally rested where it’s said the heart is located. “It’s everything in here. Were your voice to disappear. Don’t worry. I’ll speak enough for the both of us. I’ll sing enough for the both of us. I’ll scream my lungs empty for you. And I’ll moan...” Placing a chaste kiss upon the bare shoulder.
Closing his eyes at some point. His facial expression had become soft and inside he felt at ease.
“... No one wants to hear you sing, Akira.” Mockingly he snorted teasingly at the words his lover had just spoke for him.
“Oh, shut up!” Laughing. And he let go so he could turn around and find his place. To get some much needed sleep. “I’ll never say such things again.” His chuckle died. Sleep washed over him.
But then. Two strong arms were now tightly clasped around him. So tight he had difficulties to breathe for just a second. Then the grip became looser. With a content smile on his lips he whispered...
“Thank you..”
Author: Mika (bleeding_jaws)
Band: Dir En Grey, The Gazette
Pairing: Kyo x Reita
Rating: PG15
Genre: Romance
Chapters: One shot / drabble
Warning: Un beta-ed, language
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone.
Summary: But Kyo still had his own arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
Notes: Actually, this idea has been twirling around inside my head. I just now decided to write a little drabble out of it (laughs). And, I know I should write for my chaptered ones, but it’s coming along (fidgets).... Comments are love ♂♂
“Will you love me even if I lose my voice?” Eyes nervously fixed on the magazine he held in his lap. Fingers tightly crumbling the edges.
The blonde bassist slowly took his eyes off the tv show he had been watching. Thoughtfully he tapped an index finger on his chin.
“What will be left to love if your voice is no more...” He mused out loud. Still tapping his finger as he looked up on the ceiling as if he was searching it for an answer.
Unaware of the glare his lover shot him. All of a sudden, much to his surprise, the older slammed that magazine he had been reading earlier on the coffee table.
“Asshole!”
Stomping away towards their bedroom. He heard a low chuckle resound in the living room right before he shut the door with a loud, un-approving bang.
Some hours later as day had turned into night. The door was gently pushed open and the young blonde entered. Some muffled sounds were barely heard as Reita discarded his clothes. With a smile plastered on his tired face, he crawled up on the bed and under the blanket. Where his annoyed lover lied, still brightly awake. Despite it all, he crawled closer and eventually slid his long arms around the slender waist. Pulling Kyo’s back so close to his naked chest. Yet he was not pushed away. And no protests were spoken. But Kyo still had his own arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
“Kyo... Even without your voice, I’ll always love you.” He spoke softly, gently, right next to Kyo’s ear. “Besides, you won’t lose your voice! You do know I won’t ever let you push yourself that far. And maybe you’ll hate me for restraining you, but I still won’t let you kill yourself.” Hugging the older tighter. “I never fell in love with your voice.” His hand left Kyo’s belly. Travelling up the scarred chest. His large hand with sprawled fingers finally rested where it’s said the heart is located. “It’s everything in here. Were your voice to disappear. Don’t worry. I’ll speak enough for the both of us. I’ll sing enough for the both of us. I’ll scream my lungs empty for you. And I’ll moan...” Placing a chaste kiss upon the bare shoulder.
Closing his eyes at some point. His facial expression had become soft and inside he felt at ease.
“... No one wants to hear you sing, Akira.” Mockingly he snorted teasingly at the words his lover had just spoke for him.
“Oh, shut up!” Laughing. And he let go so he could turn around and find his place. To get some much needed sleep. “I’ll never say such things again.” His chuckle died. Sleep washed over him.
But then. Two strong arms were now tightly clasped around him. So tight he had difficulties to breathe for just a second. Then the grip became looser. With a content smile on his lips he whispered...
“Thank you..”