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Title: A Bad Day
Author: fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kaoru/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kaoru is having the worst day in the long history of bad days and he doesn’t think anything can make it any better until Die proves him otherwise.
Comments:
fonulyn: Written for diexkaorulove’s travel week, I hope you enjoy :)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
A Bad Day
Sometimes life just smashes you in the head. Slams you down and when you’re trying to scrape yourself off the asphalt, the bitch still steps close and aims a few sharp kicks at your ribs. That was exactly how Kaoru was feeling right now. He was having the worst day in the long history of bad days, and he couldn’t even really pinpoint why. Okay, he had overslept in the morning and woken up to the thrumming of the engine all too close to himself, being reminded once again just how much he hated sleeping in the bus. The annoyance had soon developed into a massive headache and not even three painkillers had done more than cut the worst edge off it.
He should’ve known to expect that the day wouldn’t stop sucking then. First of all there was no coffee anywhere to be found, except for that instant shit he refused to call coffee anyway. He wanted to go find Die and whine at him until he would pull him aside, wrap his long arms around him when no one would see and make him feel better. He didn’t, since he knew that Die had even more troubles sleeping in the bus than he did and if the other man was getting a couple of hours now, he so wasn’t going to deny him that. Besides, he wasn’t going to admit he was feeling like a sulky teenager anyway.
So the ever-grumpy Kaoru gulped down his instant coffee and tried to focus on the positive sides, namely the fact that they would actually be sleeping in a hotel tonight and that they had arrived at the venue early enough for him to go and take out some of his frustration on his guitar. That at least usually made him feel considerably better and he was certain it would help now, too. Except that he never made it that far. There were some issues he had to take care of, before he bumped to an equally grumpy Kyo, who demanded his attention for a good while to whine about some technicalities he didn’t think were right. Kaoru resisted the urge to tell him go rant at someone else and listened more or less patiently until he could finally get to his original plan.
Except that this time it didn’t help. Two minutes in he broke a string already and had to spend the next moments fixing it. After a couple of more minutes - he didn’t even manage half a song in between - he managed to trip over a bunch of cables on the stage and was sent flying face first onto the floor. Cursing and swearing he collected himself the best he could, grumbling lowly as he decided to go back to the bus and grab a beer so he wouldn’t do any further damage to himself and, especially, his pride. Not even the beer managed to lift his mood though, and when Shinya tried to talk to him he snapped at the poor man for absolutely nothing.
Even the show sucked. Or it was average but Kaoru kept on counting the wrong notes he hit, kept on pissing himself off by making more mistakes than he usually did in a week and it definitely didn’t increase his mood. He knew the fans hardly even noticed, but it didn’t stop him from fretting over it since it mattered, goddamnit, whether someone heard it or not. After the short encore he was so done that he practically threw his guitar aside. To top it all, Die had vanished somewhere with Toshiya. He would probably appear back somewhere in the early morning hours, too drunk to fuck and too horny to care anyway. What a bitch.
To ease his mood a bit, Kaoru grabbed a bottle of Jäger, taking a few long gulps. He was so tense he was biting his teeth together, the set of his jaw tense and his shoulders practically clamped together until every single muscle was close to snapping. He was clenching his fists in his pockets, ignoring pretty much every single person who tried to talk to him. He wasn’t in the mood for idle chitchat, damnit, he rather wanted to punch the wall until his knuckles were bleeding and kick some random people that couldn’t step away from his path soon enough.
The first positive surprise of the day was expecting Kaoru when he opened the door to the hotel room and instead of a cold, dark room he was greeted with the sound of the TV running and bright lights that were switched on all over the room. In the middle of the single bed was Die, sitting cross legged with a bunch of cartons surrounding him, grinning at something on TV that apparently amused him endlessly. Once he noticed Kaoru he turned at him, though, flashing him a genuine smile. “Hey, I’ve been waiting for you!”
At the sight of that smile, Kaoru could feel the knot inside of him ease a little. It was like a warm palm was placed on the big lump of black ice that had replaced his intestines, and now it was slowly melting. He shifted closer, kicking off his shoes before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He didn’t even need to say anything and a carton was placed in his palm, obviously some takeout. It was warm and Kaoru grabbed it with both hands, only now noticing how his fingers were freezing. Die still ignored the sour look on his face and instead handed him the chopsticks and tucked a can of beer between his legs so he managed to open it with one hand. “You didn’t seem to be in the best of moods and you know what they say about eating. Good food, better mood.”
The explanation made the older guitarist smile for the first time the whole day and he couldn’t have held it back even if he had tried. The next hour and a half consisted of warm food and a stupid game-show on TV that made them laugh with its sheer idiocy. Kaoru couldn’t quite distinguish what the food was supposed to be, it was a weird mix between Thai, Turkish and Indian, but he stopped even trying as it tasted good and that was what mattered. Admittedly the game-show didn’t make him smile half as much as Die did with his bright goofy grin and his genuine laughter over whatever he thought was funny at that moment.
By the end of their late dinner Kaoru felt like he had been through a week of therapy and relaxing treatments. The knot inside of him had loosened and he could breathe much more easily again. And when Die collected the trash and threw it away, he grabbed Kaoru’s hand to pull him into the bathroom. A warm meal was followed by a warm shower, warm touches and warm kisses, and soon Kaoru wasn’t even trying to sulk anymore. Somewhere in the middle of trying to dry his hair he noticed he was laughing throatily to some idiotic joke Die had thrown his way and he had to admit that it felt quite good.
Once Kaoru curled up next to Die on the narrow bed, so close to his body he could feel every single breath he took, he thought that maybe the day didn't suck so bad after all.
Author: fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kaoru/Die
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kaoru is having the worst day in the long history of bad days and he doesn’t think anything can make it any better until Die proves him otherwise.
Comments:
fonulyn: Written for diexkaorulove’s travel week, I hope you enjoy :)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
A Bad Day
Sometimes life just smashes you in the head. Slams you down and when you’re trying to scrape yourself off the asphalt, the bitch still steps close and aims a few sharp kicks at your ribs. That was exactly how Kaoru was feeling right now. He was having the worst day in the long history of bad days, and he couldn’t even really pinpoint why. Okay, he had overslept in the morning and woken up to the thrumming of the engine all too close to himself, being reminded once again just how much he hated sleeping in the bus. The annoyance had soon developed into a massive headache and not even three painkillers had done more than cut the worst edge off it.
He should’ve known to expect that the day wouldn’t stop sucking then. First of all there was no coffee anywhere to be found, except for that instant shit he refused to call coffee anyway. He wanted to go find Die and whine at him until he would pull him aside, wrap his long arms around him when no one would see and make him feel better. He didn’t, since he knew that Die had even more troubles sleeping in the bus than he did and if the other man was getting a couple of hours now, he so wasn’t going to deny him that. Besides, he wasn’t going to admit he was feeling like a sulky teenager anyway.
So the ever-grumpy Kaoru gulped down his instant coffee and tried to focus on the positive sides, namely the fact that they would actually be sleeping in a hotel tonight and that they had arrived at the venue early enough for him to go and take out some of his frustration on his guitar. That at least usually made him feel considerably better and he was certain it would help now, too. Except that he never made it that far. There were some issues he had to take care of, before he bumped to an equally grumpy Kyo, who demanded his attention for a good while to whine about some technicalities he didn’t think were right. Kaoru resisted the urge to tell him go rant at someone else and listened more or less patiently until he could finally get to his original plan.
Except that this time it didn’t help. Two minutes in he broke a string already and had to spend the next moments fixing it. After a couple of more minutes - he didn’t even manage half a song in between - he managed to trip over a bunch of cables on the stage and was sent flying face first onto the floor. Cursing and swearing he collected himself the best he could, grumbling lowly as he decided to go back to the bus and grab a beer so he wouldn’t do any further damage to himself and, especially, his pride. Not even the beer managed to lift his mood though, and when Shinya tried to talk to him he snapped at the poor man for absolutely nothing.
Even the show sucked. Or it was average but Kaoru kept on counting the wrong notes he hit, kept on pissing himself off by making more mistakes than he usually did in a week and it definitely didn’t increase his mood. He knew the fans hardly even noticed, but it didn’t stop him from fretting over it since it mattered, goddamnit, whether someone heard it or not. After the short encore he was so done that he practically threw his guitar aside. To top it all, Die had vanished somewhere with Toshiya. He would probably appear back somewhere in the early morning hours, too drunk to fuck and too horny to care anyway. What a bitch.
To ease his mood a bit, Kaoru grabbed a bottle of Jäger, taking a few long gulps. He was so tense he was biting his teeth together, the set of his jaw tense and his shoulders practically clamped together until every single muscle was close to snapping. He was clenching his fists in his pockets, ignoring pretty much every single person who tried to talk to him. He wasn’t in the mood for idle chitchat, damnit, he rather wanted to punch the wall until his knuckles were bleeding and kick some random people that couldn’t step away from his path soon enough.
The first positive surprise of the day was expecting Kaoru when he opened the door to the hotel room and instead of a cold, dark room he was greeted with the sound of the TV running and bright lights that were switched on all over the room. In the middle of the single bed was Die, sitting cross legged with a bunch of cartons surrounding him, grinning at something on TV that apparently amused him endlessly. Once he noticed Kaoru he turned at him, though, flashing him a genuine smile. “Hey, I’ve been waiting for you!”
At the sight of that smile, Kaoru could feel the knot inside of him ease a little. It was like a warm palm was placed on the big lump of black ice that had replaced his intestines, and now it was slowly melting. He shifted closer, kicking off his shoes before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He didn’t even need to say anything and a carton was placed in his palm, obviously some takeout. It was warm and Kaoru grabbed it with both hands, only now noticing how his fingers were freezing. Die still ignored the sour look on his face and instead handed him the chopsticks and tucked a can of beer between his legs so he managed to open it with one hand. “You didn’t seem to be in the best of moods and you know what they say about eating. Good food, better mood.”
The explanation made the older guitarist smile for the first time the whole day and he couldn’t have held it back even if he had tried. The next hour and a half consisted of warm food and a stupid game-show on TV that made them laugh with its sheer idiocy. Kaoru couldn’t quite distinguish what the food was supposed to be, it was a weird mix between Thai, Turkish and Indian, but he stopped even trying as it tasted good and that was what mattered. Admittedly the game-show didn’t make him smile half as much as Die did with his bright goofy grin and his genuine laughter over whatever he thought was funny at that moment.
By the end of their late dinner Kaoru felt like he had been through a week of therapy and relaxing treatments. The knot inside of him had loosened and he could breathe much more easily again. And when Die collected the trash and threw it away, he grabbed Kaoru’s hand to pull him into the bathroom. A warm meal was followed by a warm shower, warm touches and warm kisses, and soon Kaoru wasn’t even trying to sulk anymore. Somewhere in the middle of trying to dry his hair he noticed he was laughing throatily to some idiotic joke Die had thrown his way and he had to admit that it felt quite good.
Once Kaoru curled up next to Die on the narrow bed, so close to his body he could feel every single breath he took, he thought that maybe the day didn't suck so bad after all.