Disclaimer: As you all might already have guessed, I don't own and know any of the persons mentioned in this story - if I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction about them!
If anybody should feel the urge to sue me all the way, give it a try - I actually know quite a lot of lawyers! ^^;
Author's note: This is my first piece of fanfiction ever. The muse kissed me as I lay in bed last Sunday morning. There won�t be a lemon, but probably slight shonen-ai in later chapters. The implements about the love life and relationships of the band members are completely made up, I don't know anything about it (who does anyway? ^^;). I hope you enjoy reading it. I'll try to update on a regular basis. Please leave reviews.
Dedications: This is for all my imoutos and neesans - you all know who you are! And for everybody else who likes Shinya and Dir en grey.
TSUYOI DESU
[PART 1]
Dark brown orbs flashed open, blinked and slowly shut again. A deep sigh could be heard as the fragile figure under the thin, white linen stirred and turned itself to the other side, trying to get some more of the precious sleep it deserved. In vain. A few seconds later, the alarm clock on the small wooden table besides the bed went on, causing another tired moan to escape from behind pouting lips. Three hours of sleep just weren't enough to sober up and rest fully.
Last night had been quite exhausting. As if the concert itself hadn't been tiring enough, Kaoru and Die had suggested to go partying afterwards, and his bandmates dragged him off to town before he even had the chance to refuse. Not that it hadn't been fun. He really had enjoyed himself. But he *had* already felt rather dizzy and under the weather *before* having drunk those three glasses of Bacardi & Coke. Under normal circumstances, this amount of alcohol wouldn't have affected him at all. But as their tour drew to a close, he began to feel more and more worn out. Therefore, he had felt like shit as they made their way back to the hotel at 4 a.m. The make-up artists would have a hell lot to do today, trying to make the five Dir en grey-members look appropriate for the scheduled photoshoot and interview to promote their new photobooks.
The photoshoot!
Shinya shot up all of a sudden and heaved his legs out of bed. Too fast: his view blurred and a wave of nausea hit him. Cursing himself for drinking the night before, he crabbed the bottle of water on the bedside table and took some gulps, feeling the cool liquid soothingly trailing its way down to his stomach. After a few seconds, his view cleared and he became aware of Miyu's big eyes looking up to him; curious and probably kind of worried? Shinya slowly bent down and gently picked his dog up, put her into his lap and petted her a little while, caressing her back, crawling her behind her ears, whispering comforting words:
"Ne, Miyukkoro, I'm such a baka. I should have given my body the sleep it had been demanding for. But don't worry, I'll be alright. I'm strong! This little hangover won't strike me down.".
With that he put her down again and finally got up, making his way to the shower.
* * * * * *
Breakfast wasn't really the most cheerful matter that morning. Kaoru and Die sat gloomily bent over their coffee, Kyo was still half asleep, hanging in a wrenched angle in his chair, while Toshiya was the only one trying to make conversation - without much success. Shinya wondered how the bassist managed to be in such a good mood after last night's club tour, until he remembered that Totchi's girlfriend was due to be at their show the next night. Somehow, Shinya wished he hadn't been quarrelling that hard with his koibito the last time they met, so that she might turn up to their tour final. But this wouldn't happen. After having talked to her on the phone shortly after their fight one month ago, she had suggested to take a break from their relationship. He had agreed - grudgingly. He knew how difficult it was to be in a relationship with a person like him - a person in the public eye, a star. Especially when he was touring over such a long time, using the few breaks he had for either recording sessions or photoshoots. Granted, they hadn't seen much of each other in the last few months, but he had always hoped that the ties that bound them would be strong enough - he was proven wrong now. Even though there was still hope for them to clear things out and snatch up again, he felt frustration welling up inside of him. She wouldn't be at his apartment waiting for him when he got home from the tour. She wouldn't be there to coddle him. And they wouldn't be flying to Europe together, as they had planned. As far as he had heard from some friends, she actually *had* flown over to Europe - with some of her girlfriends. Damn, that fucking hurt!
While pondering over all this, it came into his mind that this whole mess was probably the reason why he felt worse than usual at the end of a tour. It was normal to feel exhausted and worn out, but there was something else this time. He just couldn't really get what it was.
"Earth to Shinya!".
Die's call snapped him out of his thoughts and he let his almond shaped eyes hover over the faces of his fellow bandmates and their managers and tour responsibles. How long had they been trying to gain his attention?
"Are you finished?". That was Kaoru, giving him a questioning look.
Shinya frowned. What was he talking about?
"Your breakfast. Are you finished with it?". That was one of their managers. "If yes, you should all go and get ready and gather your stuff. We will leave in 10 minutes!".
Hastily, Shinya downed the last sips of his freshly squeezed orange juice, ignoring the snickers that came from Die and Kaoru, who were already making their way back to their rooms. He put the empty glass back on the table and became aware of Toshiya and Kyo, smiling at him encouraging.
"Ne, Shin-chan, come on. It's gonna be a hard day and we shouldn't let our stylists and photographers wait".
Shinya got up slowly - he still felt somewhat dizzy - and ran to catch up with his two friends, giving Toshiya an astonished look as the bassist put his arm around his skinny shoulders and stroked him comfortingly.
� ~eurydike~, 30th July 2002
To Be Continued
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