Dir En Grey MIX-UP

This is a little something I did while I was bored, hope you ALL like it!

A worried look crossed Shinya's almond coloured eyes as they swept over the tall form of the guitarist, his red hear clinging to that beautiful, pale white forehead with a hideous sweat as Die trembled, stumbling back straight into Toshiya, almost falling flat on his back. Thankfully, though Toshiya was quick to catch Die as Kaoru placed down his guitar.
"Daisuke, go to bed." Shinya felt his cheeks redden slightly as Die chose to ignore Kaoru's order, simply reaching for a bottle of water, spilling the contents over his already wet shirt, this time adding a mixture of cold mineral water over his flushed body, attempting to equal out the climate on his skin.
Shinya frowned again as Die looked up at him with a weak smile, his lips stretched lazily as dark eyes closed for a little longer in a blink. "Kaoru's right, Die, you look like shit." Well, at least Toshiya had managed to say it before he had to. Shinya nodded in agreement with Toshiya when Die turned to him for support, instantly causing the red headed man to shake his head in irritation, only to lose balance again and have to come for support by holding Shinya's drums. The drummer frowned again. So stubborn. He was almost as bad as Kaoru when it concerned music, yet he hated practising. The young man could never understand the guitarist. There was just something odd about him, something different. He knew it when they first met, simply from that smile. There had never been a smile which held so much confidence, yet masked off a completely different individual to the one Die portrayed himself to be.
He remained silent while Toshiya, Kaoru and now Kyo basically shooed Die out of the studio, despite the red head's protests.
"So is anyone going to drive him home?" Kyo inquired with an obvious concern as Kaoru's shoulders came down in a shrug, the older man walking to pack his instrument. Practice was over. Kaoru wasn't happy.
"It's totally out of my way. Plus I'm hoping to stay here for a little bit," he gave a nod towards the practice hall, just inscase the men had no idea what he was talking about.
Toshiya was quick to offer his help to Kaoru, mainly for the sake of getting out of driving Die home. Kyo remained silent and three sets of eyes looked to Shinya, causing the drummer to sigh and shake his head slightly. He actually felt a little bad for Die at that moment. Poor guy. None of his friends were even offering to drive him home when he was almost vomiting on himself. "Fine," Shinya said as he rose from his drum kit, pointing to it with a slender finger. "You're putting it away though, Die's probably started driving already. And when he gets pissed at me for being persistent, I'm blaming you so you will have to put up with a shitty Die when he's feeling better."
His bandmates waved him away and Toshiya shot him that crooked grin, far from the hugs he would usually receive, earlier on in the band. There were more comments and reasons from Kyo for exactly why Shinya should go, he was after all, the only member of the band who seemed to have an antidote to every single possible cold already installed in his body...
Shinya ignore them as he wrapped his coat tightly around himself, stepping into the car park and dreading to see that the red head's car had gone. But a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw the convertible, the same colour as Die's hair, parked where it was before, but this time equipped with the red headed man. Die was literally hanging over his driver's seat, still clothed in only his soaking t-shirt despite the cold, his breathing clouding up the windows. Shinya reached out and opened the driver's seat, causing a pair of blood shot eyes to look up at him, a forced smile on the red head's lips.
"Shin..." the chan had lost itself somewhere in the distance as Shinya shifted Die to the passenger seat, ignoring the muffled protests. Shinya smiled faintly as he took the key from Die's freezing hands, placing it into the ignition before he slid out of his coat, placing it over the older man as Die huddled closer to himself.
"Ne, Shin, it's too warm," Die protested and attempted to throw the jacket off but the drummer had tightened it around Die firmly as the other man closed his eyes. "And why are you taking me home, anyway? I was just napping. You are taking me home, right?"
Shinya shot Die a look which lasted for a little longer than he'd originally hoped. His eyes meeting with Die's large, confused ones. He then smirked, running a hand to wipe the line of sweat over Die's perfectly shaped eyebrows before turning his attention to the road. "No, I'm kidnapping you and am going to molest you." Shinya chuckled softly to himself as Die released a frustrated groan and began to shiver, now pulling the coat tighter over himself. "And you weren't napping at all. You would of just ended up throwing up on yourself or something." A lazy, weak hit got him on the arm and Shinya looked down again to see Die pouting rather cutely at him.
"I'm not an invalid. I can drive. Plus I don't feel sick, it's just a fever," Die's voice began to trail off as eyes shut themselves from Shinya and daylight and in minutes, the red headed man was sleeping in blissful silence.
Shinya almost felt bad when he had opened the passenger door and was leaning over, pressing a hand to Die's shoulder, shaking him slightly as the red headed guitarist frowned in his sleep and tried to wave Shinya away, unsuccessful.
"Hey, Die, we're at your apartment block. I can carry you in, if you just get out of the car." Die grumbled and tired eyes opened but he followed obediently, although didn't let Shinya attempt to carry him. The older man simply slapped his friend's hands away when they tried to take his legs. "I can walk," he protested but leaned against Shinya as the drummer wraped an arm round his friend. More protests were ignored as Shinya reached for the key in Die's pocket, ignoring the looks the two of them received from Die's overly curious neighbours as his hand slid into Die's back pocket.
"I could get used to that," Die grinned, but quickly lost his balance and fell against the wall, groaning in frustration as Shinya opened the door with his bottom and slipped his arms around Die's waist, helping him into the apartment.
"Why did you come to practise today, Die-kun? To make my life more complicated?" Shinya muttered under his breath as Die used the wall as something to lean on, walking to his bedroom. Shinya followed obediently, picking up the coat, and then the shoes that Die slipped out of, then dropping them in time to catch Die before the other man fell flat on his face against his low bed. Shinya found himself placing both hands under Die's wet hair, helping the other manoeuvre himself, but didn't allow him to lie back down. He lifted Die into a seating position, which the other instantly allowed himself to be moulded into, his lips falling into Shinya's warm neck as slim hands pulled the soaking t-shirt from his body. Shinya smiled faintly, a breath caught in his lips as he watched the older man's muscular torso tense, eyes closed as he lay back against the pillow.
Shinya's warm hands covered Die in the quilt up to his neck, causing a moan to escape the red head's lips as Shinya's hand brushed his cheek.
"This really sucks, Shin," Die whispered, still smiling despite his eyes being closed. "I feel like shit."
Shinya watched Die drift into a sleep, sitting beside him and watching the other's chest move up and down in a steady motion, the occasional painful scratching sound escaping from Die's throat. Shinya frowned. When Die admitted that he felt like shit, there was definitely something wrong. Die would be fine after seven hang overs in a row, dragging them all (bar Kyo, of course) into the bars. So that was why Shinya decided to remove his jacket and shoes, and staying with Die for a little bit longer.