[KinKi Fic] Thicker Than Water
Disclaimer: This writing is fictional and has no commercial purpose. Characters are real persons belonging to themselves.
Pairing: KinKi Kids
Genre: Introspective angst, metaphorical, short
Rating: G
Warning: Morbidness, slightly fragmented writing
Credits: Big thanks and hugs to kinou_no_koukai for the inspiration and beta.
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Thicker Than Water
"Ours is a relationship that no one else comprehends," Kouichi keeps saying. Repeats it like a mantra. "We don't get along, they say; we are homosexuals, they say. Let them talk."
Tsuyoshi isn't sure if Kouichi himself comprehends it fully. The man is a truth seeker as any scientist should be, but also a hardcore realist if Tsuyoshi has ever seen one. Good at detaching himself from questions unsolvable to focus on the tasks at hand. Exceptional at coping with what he has instead of what he craves.
They have had more than their share of rumours. Have learned, stumbling through, all that an artist needs to know about mind perceptions. Those of expectant fans. Those of a demanding audience. Those of the powers that rule their livelihood. Those of strangers on the street.
But the most frightening are those of their own. Heavier to shoulder than social norms is the responsibility for one another's feelings.
"There is definitely a meaning in the encounter of two Doumoto-s," Tsuyoshi has said. Believes it, too. But never goes so far as to call it fate.
The bulk of this, they've built with their own hands. Dirt and scars, sweat and--
"Red thread?" Kouichi remarks, in a rare stroke of romanticism. Doesn't believe it though.
The red thread is, of course, a conceptual construct. If it binds anything at all, it would be made of--
--blood.
Tsuyoshi has seen blood. "Not red."
Kouichi looks abashed at what he has unwittingly implied. It has seemed a logical association, a common conception. "Ah. Of course." Of course, not the colour of--
With Kouichi, not red. Theirs is a relationship that will do well to stay away from the spectrum of experience associated with--
--love.
Red is the colour of love because it is the colour of blood. Slash the naked vein running between two human souls; watch life drain away.
Tsuyoshi has been there, in and out. Has seen the heaven and hell of it. Has faced the blades waiting at every turn. Has dealt some blows of his own.
Tsuyoshi knows this devil. Knows the death in its fangs. Knows he will survive it time and again.
He doesn't know Kouichi's.
"Colours are just reflections of light," Kouichi says thoughtfully. Probably doesn't mean the insinuated offer. Pure scientific wisdom, as pragmatic as the human is.
Kouichi is earth. Gravity that catches his fall. He can't have it crumble.
Therefore, he shall not draw its blood.
Therefore--
With Kouichi, not red.
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[*] A line quoted from (though twisted out of context): Why red is the color of love
"Red is the color of love because it is the color of blood. Blood signifies martyrdom, sacrifice, loyalty (blood oaths), and kinship ties (family and marriage)."
[*] A line style plagiarized from: The blood-red thread
"A nation may be a people with an idea, but she is never an idea with a people. Pull the blood-red thread out of the fabric of a nation; watch the nation unravel."
[*] Kouichi's first line was reportedly spoken in his 2004 solo concert at Fukuoka.
[*] Tsuyoshi's first line was spoken in the message from KinKi Kids 10th Anniversary DVD.
[*] Kouichi discussed the mystery of colours in (among others, most likely) Music Fighter 2006.07.14.
Pairing: KinKi Kids
Genre: Introspective angst, metaphorical, short
Rating: G
Warning: Morbidness, slightly fragmented writing
Credits: Big thanks and hugs to kinou_no_koukai for the inspiration and beta.
---
Thicker Than Water
"Ours is a relationship that no one else comprehends," Kouichi keeps saying. Repeats it like a mantra. "We don't get along, they say; we are homosexuals, they say. Let them talk."
Tsuyoshi isn't sure if Kouichi himself comprehends it fully. The man is a truth seeker as any scientist should be, but also a hardcore realist if Tsuyoshi has ever seen one. Good at detaching himself from questions unsolvable to focus on the tasks at hand. Exceptional at coping with what he has instead of what he craves.
They have had more than their share of rumours. Have learned, stumbling through, all that an artist needs to know about mind perceptions. Those of expectant fans. Those of a demanding audience. Those of the powers that rule their livelihood. Those of strangers on the street.
But the most frightening are those of their own. Heavier to shoulder than social norms is the responsibility for one another's feelings.
"There is definitely a meaning in the encounter of two Doumoto-s," Tsuyoshi has said. Believes it, too. But never goes so far as to call it fate.
The bulk of this, they've built with their own hands. Dirt and scars, sweat and--
"Red thread?" Kouichi remarks, in a rare stroke of romanticism. Doesn't believe it though.
The red thread is, of course, a conceptual construct. If it binds anything at all, it would be made of--
--blood.
Tsuyoshi has seen blood. "Not red."
Kouichi looks abashed at what he has unwittingly implied. It has seemed a logical association, a common conception. "Ah. Of course." Of course, not the colour of--
With Kouichi, not red. Theirs is a relationship that will do well to stay away from the spectrum of experience associated with--
--love.
Red is the colour of love because it is the colour of blood. Slash the naked vein running between two human souls; watch life drain away.
Tsuyoshi has been there, in and out. Has seen the heaven and hell of it. Has faced the blades waiting at every turn. Has dealt some blows of his own.
Tsuyoshi knows this devil. Knows the death in its fangs. Knows he will survive it time and again.
He doesn't know Kouichi's.
"Colours are just reflections of light," Kouichi says thoughtfully. Probably doesn't mean the insinuated offer. Pure scientific wisdom, as pragmatic as the human is.
Kouichi is earth. Gravity that catches his fall. He can't have it crumble.
Therefore, he shall not draw its blood.
Therefore--
With Kouichi, not red.
---
[*] A line quoted from (though twisted out of context): Why red is the color of love
"Red is the color of love because it is the color of blood. Blood signifies martyrdom, sacrifice, loyalty (blood oaths), and kinship ties (family and marriage)."
[*] A line style plagiarized from: The blood-red thread
"A nation may be a people with an idea, but she is never an idea with a people. Pull the blood-red thread out of the fabric of a nation; watch the nation unravel."
[*] Kouichi's first line was reportedly spoken in his 2004 solo concert at Fukuoka.
[*] Tsuyoshi's first line was spoken in the message from KinKi Kids 10th Anniversary DVD.
[*] Kouichi discussed the mystery of colours in (among others, most likely) Music Fighter 2006.07.14.