あこがれ (Longing(Akógare)) Kyo/Heechul
Title: あこがれ (Longing(Akógare))
Pairing: Kyo/Heechul
Rating: PG
Genre: Crossover, General
Notice: Will be friends locked in a few days, add me to read
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You saw something in him. You couldn’t help but be attracted to him. Going to Japan, you weren’t expecting to find someone like him. Kyo was so unlike any of your friends. There was a soft, wafty way about the way he spoke. Slowly, intentionally, he was deliberate.
You won’t ever forget the moment you saw him. Dir en grey was on the cover of a magazine. Fedora askew, sunglasses in place, and only a thin leather belt holding up his pants; which by the way, were riding dangerously low in his slender hips. Spending a few moments staring at the cover, you realize your mouth is hanging open, most undignified.
Grabbing the magazine and a few miscellaneous ones also, you place them on the counter. While you rummaged in your bag for your wallet, the clerk said something in Japanese. Looking up, you ask, “Nani? (What?)” in slower Japanese. The clerk repeated what he said. The only thing you could catch was, “girls, love, crazy, music.”
You suppose he too, thought you were a girl. You handed over the crisp yen bills and just smiled.
In between Japanese lessons, interviews, performances, and dance practices, you flipped through the magazine. It was a lengthy article, but you couldn’t begin to understand any of it. Once, you managed to pull enough courage together to ask what their names were.
All you could do it point to his picture and ask, “Dare desu ka? (Who is it?)”
Your hairdresser peered over your shoulder and gave a slight gasp, “Dare? Karera ni!?! (Who? Them!?!)”
“Hai (Yes)”
She went on too flamboyantly tell you about Dir en grey in the limited amount of Japanese you could understand. Digging her ipod out of her purse, she gave it to you.
At first you weren’t sure how you liked the music. This was, -different.
But you quickly got over your apprehensiveness. His voice was rough, but smooth. You couldn’t understand him, but you felt him. The music flowed out of the earbuds; and then into your mind. Floating, bouncing around infecting your soul with his toxic words.
Now you finally understood the clerk at the store. Dir en grey was addictive. Girls would go batshit crazy over them. Before long, you were trolling around blog sites, fan forums, and picture sites for music and info. Your MP3was filled with his brash, groaning, violent screams.
He had you in his clutches.
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“Heechul, stop blaring your music. You’re going to make your deaf!”
This was one of the few days you finished activities early. Kyo’s screams were pulsing out of your computer speakers. Apparently the other members didn’t appreciate the music as much as you.
“Fine,” you plugged in your headphones to the computer tower, “just close the door.”
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It must have been luck. You’re Japanese has gotten slightly better. While scanning a page forum, you see an advertisement. Dir en grey was playing at a venue not to far from the hotel.
You didn’t really even tell Eeteuk where you were going. Just that you’d be back later.
The air around you was crisp and cold. You slipped deeper into your jacket. Managing to find the venue after asking for directions in broken Japanese, you hear the pumping music.
24KO Cylinders
You pay the cover charge, and the man lets you in.
So many people; more than is probably allowed. Pushing and forcing your way, you finally get to the front. Only a few feet of air stand between you and Kyo. He’s shirtless, sweating and so beautiful. The song finishes. Die puts his guitar down on a stand, and picks up his acoustic guitar.
Mushi
I can’t open myself up to anyone anymore
I can’t believe in anyone at all and
I can’t see anything
The light that shines is disappearing,
soon it will be gone
You can’t help but sway. His voice ground you to this spot. Heart beating so fast you can hear it flood in your ears. Even with everyone’s body heat, and you coat, you start to shiver.
Unable to open myself up this is my weakness,
my past
I can get what I want, yet if I do
The kindness I’m holding into will slip away
The typical answer is when you die,
you’ll be reborn,
come back again
A knot formed in your throat. Lips dry, you can’t even lick them. All of your concentration is on Kyo. His every move is perfect. Tattooed hands holding the mic stand. Lips pressed up against the head of the mic. Voice beckoning you...
My heart is shuttered, soon it will break apart
Stifling my tears, I laugh day after day.
My heart has shown me that believing is nothing
Those hypocrites killed me
Gentle rolling of the bass. Soft patter of the cymbals. Deafening perfection of the guitar. For a moment you though you were dreaming. Kyo’s eyes scanned the crowd. His eyes found you. Your hands placed over your heart just to feel it hammering in your chest. This was ridiculous, you’re like some love struck fifteen year old. When his gaze didn’t leave yours, you could only tremble.
My heart is shuttered, soon it will crumble away
Stifling my tears, I scream day after day
My heart has left me with a belief in strength
My own heart killed me
My own heart killed me
Pairing: Kyo/Heechul
Rating: PG
Genre: Crossover, General
Notice: Will be friends locked in a few days, add me to read
Archive
You saw something in him. You couldn’t help but be attracted to him. Going to Japan, you weren’t expecting to find someone like him. Kyo was so unlike any of your friends. There was a soft, wafty way about the way he spoke. Slowly, intentionally, he was deliberate.
You won’t ever forget the moment you saw him. Dir en grey was on the cover of a magazine. Fedora askew, sunglasses in place, and only a thin leather belt holding up his pants; which by the way, were riding dangerously low in his slender hips. Spending a few moments staring at the cover, you realize your mouth is hanging open, most undignified.
Grabbing the magazine and a few miscellaneous ones also, you place them on the counter. While you rummaged in your bag for your wallet, the clerk said something in Japanese. Looking up, you ask, “Nani? (What?)” in slower Japanese. The clerk repeated what he said. The only thing you could catch was, “girls, love, crazy, music.”
You suppose he too, thought you were a girl. You handed over the crisp yen bills and just smiled.
In between Japanese lessons, interviews, performances, and dance practices, you flipped through the magazine. It was a lengthy article, but you couldn’t begin to understand any of it. Once, you managed to pull enough courage together to ask what their names were.
All you could do it point to his picture and ask, “Dare desu ka? (Who is it?)”
Your hairdresser peered over your shoulder and gave a slight gasp, “Dare? Karera ni!?! (Who? Them!?!)”
“Hai (Yes)”
She went on too flamboyantly tell you about Dir en grey in the limited amount of Japanese you could understand. Digging her ipod out of her purse, she gave it to you.
At first you weren’t sure how you liked the music. This was, -different.
But you quickly got over your apprehensiveness. His voice was rough, but smooth. You couldn’t understand him, but you felt him. The music flowed out of the earbuds; and then into your mind. Floating, bouncing around infecting your soul with his toxic words.
Now you finally understood the clerk at the store. Dir en grey was addictive. Girls would go batshit crazy over them. Before long, you were trolling around blog sites, fan forums, and picture sites for music and info. Your MP3was filled with his brash, groaning, violent screams.
He had you in his clutches.
----------------------------------
“Heechul, stop blaring your music. You’re going to make your deaf!”
This was one of the few days you finished activities early. Kyo’s screams were pulsing out of your computer speakers. Apparently the other members didn’t appreciate the music as much as you.
“Fine,” you plugged in your headphones to the computer tower, “just close the door.”
----------------------------------
It must have been luck. You’re Japanese has gotten slightly better. While scanning a page forum, you see an advertisement. Dir en grey was playing at a venue not to far from the hotel.
You didn’t really even tell Eeteuk where you were going. Just that you’d be back later.
The air around you was crisp and cold. You slipped deeper into your jacket. Managing to find the venue after asking for directions in broken Japanese, you hear the pumping music.
24KO Cylinders
You pay the cover charge, and the man lets you in.
So many people; more than is probably allowed. Pushing and forcing your way, you finally get to the front. Only a few feet of air stand between you and Kyo. He’s shirtless, sweating and so beautiful. The song finishes. Die puts his guitar down on a stand, and picks up his acoustic guitar.
Mushi
I can’t open myself up to anyone anymore
I can’t believe in anyone at all and
I can’t see anything
The light that shines is disappearing,
soon it will be gone
You can’t help but sway. His voice ground you to this spot. Heart beating so fast you can hear it flood in your ears. Even with everyone’s body heat, and you coat, you start to shiver.
Unable to open myself up this is my weakness,
my past
I can get what I want, yet if I do
The kindness I’m holding into will slip away
The typical answer is when you die,
you’ll be reborn,
come back again
A knot formed in your throat. Lips dry, you can’t even lick them. All of your concentration is on Kyo. His every move is perfect. Tattooed hands holding the mic stand. Lips pressed up against the head of the mic. Voice beckoning you...
My heart is shuttered, soon it will break apart
Stifling my tears, I laugh day after day.
My heart has shown me that believing is nothing
Those hypocrites killed me
Gentle rolling of the bass. Soft patter of the cymbals. Deafening perfection of the guitar. For a moment you though you were dreaming. Kyo’s eyes scanned the crowd. His eyes found you. Your hands placed over your heart just to feel it hammering in your chest. This was ridiculous, you’re like some love struck fifteen year old. When his gaze didn’t leave yours, you could only tremble.
My heart is shuttered, soon it will crumble away
Stifling my tears, I scream day after day
My heart has left me with a belief in strength
My own heart killed me
My own heart killed me