FIC
Title: Beautiful Imperfection
Chapter: 2/??
Rating: NC-17 overall
Disc: I do not own Diru.
Pairings: KxT, KyxS, DxSumire (OC)
Chapter Summary: Kaoru agrees to a new idea for the band and suggests drinks.
A/N: Short, I know. But I am having such a writer's block for this and Lover's Spit. I think I am trying to make LS's next chapter so uber cool that I cannot think of anything. But, I will update as soon as my mind gets unclogged. Thanks for reading!
PREVIOUSLY:
Chapter Prologue and One
You know what I really hate? That awful instrumental crap they play when you are on hold. I had been listening to it for 20 minutes. I was calling to speak with the coordinator for the next photo shoot. I was trying for a new and interesting idea for a photo book. Miyamoto Sakura was one the most original concept designers for magazines and photo books in Japan. I really wanted him to design for Diru. His cheerful assistant told me she would forward my call ASAP and to please hold. I guess her sense of as soon as possible was different than mine. I was playing free cell on my computer to pass the time. It was getting just as tedious as the muzik.
Suddenly, the awful noise stopped. I perked up, hopeful that it meant I would soon be talking to Miyamoto. I heard voices in the background followed by a slamming noise. Then, I was met the dial tone.
“They fucking hung up on me!” I slammed the phone down on the hook, seething with anger. A throat cautiously cleared behind me. I spun around my chair swiftly, causing the other figure to jump back. The small ‘eep’ sound that escaped was satisfactory. I looked up and saw Toshiya staring at me.
My anger cooled then. It was replaced by confusion and the memory of yesterday. The image of Toshiya stripping himself to prove a point was seared into my brain. His skin had been so creamy. I didn’t realize I was staring again until he began to speak.
“I brought you something to drink. Is everything alright Leader sama?” he held out a can of soda for me. His voice was even and emotionless. It was not like him. I shook my head to clear it. I took the drink from him and nodded my thanks.
“Miyamoto or his secretary hung up on me. I really wanted him to design our concept for the photo book. I’ve been trying to get in contact with him for a month.” My eyes narrowed again, thinking horrible things that involved torture.
“Gomen Nasai, Leader sama. Anou, I was talking about the photo book with the others and we came up with a good idea. But I understand if you want Miyamoto.” Toshiya’s calm face was unnerving me. Wait. This is what I wanted, right? A Toshiya that did not go into emotional dramas or tried to glomp me. This was entirely weird.
I refused to comment for the time being. He was probably including this in his lesson of ‘not being perfect’. I could surprise him, damn it. “No, Toshiya, tell me the idea you had.”
I was expecting his mouth to hang open in surprise. He did nothing of the sort. He sucked in his pouty lips and brushed the front of his skirt wit his hands.
“It could be a personal photo book. We can design our own concepts to how we describe ourselves. The photos could be a glimpse into our minds. We can get away from the mainline Visual Kei and be ourselves. Then for a group shot we can somehow combine all our ideas. We design our own concepts…” Toshiya looked over my head at the wall.
The idea sunk into my brain. It was pretty damn good. I mean, I was a bit dubious. Who knows how my band mates really saw themselves. Die could pose naked smoking a cigarette for all I knew. Shinya might surround himself with Chihuahuas. It did not matter though, the fans would love it. Hell, I loved it. Maybe through the shoot more song ideas would come along. We could use our normal photographers.
I drew in a deep breath. “I like the idea. Let’s do it.”
Toshiya’s gaze shot back to me. His calm façade broke and he grinned a little.
“Is Leader sama serious?”
“Yes, why don’t we all go out tonight and discuss it?” I stood up from my chair and stretched.
“Sounds like fun…” he turned around and walked out.
Chapter: 2/??
Rating: NC-17 overall
Disc: I do not own Diru.
Pairings: KxT, KyxS, DxSumire (OC)
Chapter Summary: Kaoru agrees to a new idea for the band and suggests drinks.
A/N: Short, I know. But I am having such a writer's block for this and Lover's Spit. I think I am trying to make LS's next chapter so uber cool that I cannot think of anything. But, I will update as soon as my mind gets unclogged. Thanks for reading!
PREVIOUSLY:
Chapter Prologue and One
You know what I really hate? That awful instrumental crap they play when you are on hold. I had been listening to it for 20 minutes. I was calling to speak with the coordinator for the next photo shoot. I was trying for a new and interesting idea for a photo book. Miyamoto Sakura was one the most original concept designers for magazines and photo books in Japan. I really wanted him to design for Diru. His cheerful assistant told me she would forward my call ASAP and to please hold. I guess her sense of as soon as possible was different than mine. I was playing free cell on my computer to pass the time. It was getting just as tedious as the muzik.
Suddenly, the awful noise stopped. I perked up, hopeful that it meant I would soon be talking to Miyamoto. I heard voices in the background followed by a slamming noise. Then, I was met the dial tone.
“They fucking hung up on me!” I slammed the phone down on the hook, seething with anger. A throat cautiously cleared behind me. I spun around my chair swiftly, causing the other figure to jump back. The small ‘eep’ sound that escaped was satisfactory. I looked up and saw Toshiya staring at me.
My anger cooled then. It was replaced by confusion and the memory of yesterday. The image of Toshiya stripping himself to prove a point was seared into my brain. His skin had been so creamy. I didn’t realize I was staring again until he began to speak.
“I brought you something to drink. Is everything alright Leader sama?” he held out a can of soda for me. His voice was even and emotionless. It was not like him. I shook my head to clear it. I took the drink from him and nodded my thanks.
“Miyamoto or his secretary hung up on me. I really wanted him to design our concept for the photo book. I’ve been trying to get in contact with him for a month.” My eyes narrowed again, thinking horrible things that involved torture.
“Gomen Nasai, Leader sama. Anou, I was talking about the photo book with the others and we came up with a good idea. But I understand if you want Miyamoto.” Toshiya’s calm face was unnerving me. Wait. This is what I wanted, right? A Toshiya that did not go into emotional dramas or tried to glomp me. This was entirely weird.
I refused to comment for the time being. He was probably including this in his lesson of ‘not being perfect’. I could surprise him, damn it. “No, Toshiya, tell me the idea you had.”
I was expecting his mouth to hang open in surprise. He did nothing of the sort. He sucked in his pouty lips and brushed the front of his skirt wit his hands.
“It could be a personal photo book. We can design our own concepts to how we describe ourselves. The photos could be a glimpse into our minds. We can get away from the mainline Visual Kei and be ourselves. Then for a group shot we can somehow combine all our ideas. We design our own concepts…” Toshiya looked over my head at the wall.
The idea sunk into my brain. It was pretty damn good. I mean, I was a bit dubious. Who knows how my band mates really saw themselves. Die could pose naked smoking a cigarette for all I knew. Shinya might surround himself with Chihuahuas. It did not matter though, the fans would love it. Hell, I loved it. Maybe through the shoot more song ideas would come along. We could use our normal photographers.
I drew in a deep breath. “I like the idea. Let’s do it.”
Toshiya’s gaze shot back to me. His calm façade broke and he grinned a little.
“Is Leader sama serious?”
“Yes, why don’t we all go out tonight and discuss it?” I stood up from my chair and stretched.
“Sounds like fun…” he turned around and walked out.