Dir En Grey, Chapter 2
Ok, here is chapter 2, hope you all like it!
Shinya hadn't
planned on falling asleep.
But when he was woken up by the sound
of his bandmate almost falling of the bed in a hurry to get to the
bathroom. He ignored the sound for a moment, eyes only shooting open
when he heard the sound of vomit hit the toilet water. He frowned and
got to his feet, yawning as he made his way to the bathroom to see
Die's topless form leaning over the toilet, grasping it almost
desperately as he tried to empty the unwanted contents of his
stomach. Shinya frowned, more at himself than anyone as he sat beside
Die, pressing a hand to his naked back, which was freezing in
contrast to his warm fingertips.
He hadn't done a good job of
playing mother.
Die turned around in confusion, his face sweating
and his eyes blurry. He nodded faintly towards Shinya before turning
round and continuing with his vomiting. When he was finally done,
Die's weak hand moved to press hard on the button, flushing the
toilet as he leaned back against the wall, only to have Shinya wipe
his forehead with toilet paper. Die tried to force a smile, but it
seemed much more like a parting of lips rather than anything
else.
"Go home," he said softly as Shinya pulled the
older man's arm around his neck, with a shifting of his hip and a few
grunts, was standing with Die's heavier form supported against him.
"I can look after myself."
The drummer smirked slightly
as he lay the guitarist down again, checking under one pillow. "Where
do you keep your pyjamas?" He stood over Die's bed, watching the
older man with a faint smile. Poor Die. He was never good when he was
ill. Never let anyone help him. Stubborn Die.
"And I'm
staying for a few hours at least."
Die gave a defeated grunt
and closed his eyes, pulling the covers over him for protection
against the cold air. "I don't really have any pyjamas, except
for the ones in the draw beside the wardrobe." Shinya raised a
confused eyebrow, but decided not to question the red head's words
just now as he made his way to the large wardrobe, opening the first
of the many draws beside it. The first one, unfortunately, contained
underwear and socks, and Shinya smirked at the sighting of Mickey
Mouse boxers before moving onto the next one. He'd have to tease Die
for that later.
He returned to the bed with a set of warm, woolly
pyjama bottoms and a long sleeved shirt, as Die didn't seem to have a
full set of pyjama's anywhere there. With a few more grunts and
manoeuvring of the guitarist, Die was now lying down in the black
cotton shirt and purple pants, his eyebrows knotted sweetly as he
still attempted to form sentences and persuade Shinya to leave.
"I'm
going to bring a bowl in for you and set it by the bed so if you want
to be sick, do it there. It's better to do it in there than keep
going to the toilet."
The guitarist turned to his side now,
pouting intensely. "You are not cleaning up my puke."
Protests
were set aside as Shinya pulled the covers up to Die's cheeks and
stood by the bedroom door. "I'll do whatever I want to get you
better. Try and get some more sleep and I'll go make you tea."
Shinya smiled as he walked from the room, ignoring the trail of
curses and low grumbles which followed him before the guitarist
silenced himself completely. Several minutes later, the drummer
slipped through into the bedroom, back opening the door, actually a
little surprised to find Die's eyes open in midst of bright red hair
and pillows, watching him. A small smile lingering over his
lips.
Shinya blushed.
