Take My Hand, Shall We Dance?
This is a sappy Dir en Grey one-shot which I wrote for my best
friend Myaku-chan! This isn't my usual style, so maybe it'll seem
a little weird... Luna trying to write a sappy fic... heheh. Well,
the pairing is Die x Shinya, no lemon, just yaoi. ^__^
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Shinya stared at the white clad figure before him. He was thin and
sickly looking, though he resembled a bride who was ready on her
wedding day. Shinya bit his lip, reminding himself that the
disgusting visage before him was nonetheless his own. The large
studio was rather empty - most people had already gone home. The
only reason the frail drummer stayed was because he refused to
remove the wedding dress and he assured DeG's fearless leader that
he would lock up after himself.
"You're disgusting," he scolded the mirror out loud. "You're ugly,
anorexic, and sickly. Go eat something and see a doctor." The
figure made no advances towards the food so generously offered on
the table behind him. "Are you listening to me?" The reflection
glared at the drummer as hard as the latter glared at the former.
"Fine! Be that way you stubborn bastard!" Shinya's hand made
contact with the glass, his reflection breaking into several pieces
which were each touched lightly by red droplets.
Shinya stared at the shattered glass and at his own blood which
flowed gracefully down his thin hand. The sight probably would have
been considered beautiful had his wrist not been so thin. He made a
face and looked away, back up at the broken mirror which he was
sure he would get in trouble for. After all, the mirror wasn't
quite his property and he had no right to break it, but then again
he had enough money to replace a stupid mirror anyway. One must not
underestimate the power of the paycheck in this day and age.
Shinya turned his eyes away from the mirror and slowly let them
descend upon his own wedding dress clad body. He was thin. He was
probably sick. He was unhealthy. He was ugly. He smiled at himself
and laughed, saying, "No wonder he always makes fun of you, huh?
Heheheh... you don't deserve a man like him. You don't deserve
anyway. Look at yourself... you're a piece of skin wrapped around a
skeleton almost. And you do nothing to fix yourself up. You don't
deserved to be loved if you can't even love yourself."
With this, Shinya slumped into the chair he was sitting in and
began to sob quietly. He peeked at the food which lay beautifully
on the table behind him and decided to eat a bit of it, a bit being
a small slice of an apple. Then he continued to cry into the
handkercheif which came with the dress.
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In his car, the guitarist was thinking to himself. //I wonder how
Shinya's doing... He sure didn't seem too well during the photo
shoot.// He kept his eyes on the road as he remembered what had
happened earlier. Shinya just hadn't been acting like himself,
though 'himself' was quite a mystery. The guitarist sighed and then
looked for the nearest place to make a safe u-turn.
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The drummer had been crying for almost ten minutes straight. By
that time, his sobs had grown into full powered cries which rattled
throughout his whole self and caused him to fall off the chair and
onto the cold floor. He was so loud that he shocked himself and
didn't hear the door behind him open. He didn't even hear the boots
against the floor which slowly walked towards him.
Strong arms lifted the weak body, shocking and slightly frightening
the drummer. He was lifted off the cool stone floor and his back
was pressed against a warm person. Shinya was shivering. //Who's
here? I thought everyone left...// He slowly lifted his eyes to the
broken mirror which shockingly was still able to make out good
reflections. //Die?//
"What are you doing still here?" Die was staring intently into
Shinya's eyes through the glass of the mirror. "What did you do to
yourself? Are you okay?" Shinya found no way of answering him, Die
being the object of his affection and pressing him against himself.
What a wretch he was... allowing himself to be seen by the man he
loved in such a pathetic state!
"Nothing much, I just got a little upset," Shinya knew the reason
he gave was stupid, but pressed up against the guitarist's chest he
could think of no other reason. He pulled away slightly trying to
give Die a clue that he wanted him to let go, but Die's hold around
his waist didn't budge. "Die, let go of me."
"Why did you do this?" Die's hand held Shinya's though one arm was
still wrapped tightly around the drummer's thin waist. "You
shouldn't be doing things like this. Now, tell me what's on your
mind. If you were feeling good like you said before the photo
shoot, you wouldn't be acting like this."
"Die, let go of me." Shinya's voice was shaking, his stomach
churning as his heart was fluttering. He didn't want Die to let go
of him, yet he wanted so badly to get away from the person he
loved. Why? //I'm not worthy of him, I shouldn't be in his arms.//
Shinya thought dully and attempted to pull away again, only to feel
a warm, moist tongue come against the wound on his knuckles.
Shinya shut his eyes tightly, but took a peek at his love. Die had
his own eyes closed and was licking the bleeding hand. His teeth
closed gently on a piece of glass and he extracted the man-made
substance from his hand. Shinya surpressed a moan which threatened
to escape from his lips. He peeked into the mirror and was greeted
by an arousing reflection of him and his loved one. //Die...//
"Come on Shinya," Die took Shinya's hand up and lifted the drummer
up once again. "Take my hand and let's dance!" Shinya looked
surprised. "D-dance?" Shinya stuttered, and was answered by a quick
nodding of his love's head. "But I... I-I mean, I don't KNOW how to
dance..."
"It's easy, I'll teach you." The red-haired guitarist pulled the
drummer to the open large corridor which was totally abandoned
and empty, save for the two of them. He pulled Shinya to the center
of the room and put one hand on his hip and held the other in his
hand. Shinya blushed and stammered, "But-but, Die! There's no-no
music! It'll f-feel weird!"
Die laughed that reassuring sweet chuckle of his and ditched the
carrot-top for a while, returning after Shinya heard a small
'click' sound in the background. "That was IT!?" Shinya nearly
yelled and Die began to laugh harder to response. "Of course not
Shin-chan!" He positioned arm and hand properly as X Japan's
Forever Love rattled through the speakers. "THIS is it..."
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"Hey, Kaoru..."
"What is it Totchi?"
"How long do you think they'll go at it?"
"Beats me!"
"Do you think they'll notice us?"
"If you keep talking they will! Now, SSHH!"
"Oh yeah, sorry..."
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Owari? Hahaha! Please R&R!