Dir En Grey- Chapter 3

Here is chapter 3, finally! R&R

He sat at the foot of the bed with the small tray, a pot of tea and two bowls, several white capsules beside it. Die reached for the pills reluctantly, popping them into his mouth and frowning as he swallowed them, watching Shinya pour out the tea. Tray was set on the floor, one bowl by the small table, Die's bowl, the other in-between Shinya's hands as the drummer sat beside Die, slim hands wrapped around the bowl as he sipped gently.
"Shinya?" The voice, scratchy and quiet, caused the drummer to look at the red headed man, who had retrieved to burying his face in pillows again, yet those chocolate brown orbs watched the drummer with an immense concentration.
"Yeah?" The young man smiled, setting his mug aside as he rest his head against one of Die's many pillows, completely unprepared for the hand which claimed his gently, linking their fingers together. His stomach tightened as Die's eyes closed, suddenly feeling more breathless than he recalled being in a long time.
"Thanks," came the reply that was so quiet, it was almost missed. The drummer felt like he should say something, anything just to respond, surely Die would want a response. But as his lips parted, his mouth remained dry. Why was it so dry? His friend only thanked him. Slim fingers curled around Die's in silence, Shinya's heart dancing at a most incredible speed as the red headed man's nose nuzzled a pillow, large hand remained linking with Shinya's.
The repetitive ringing, vibrant and insulting, was what had caused those chocolate brown eyes to flutter open again in confusion, easily woken from sleep, searching the room aimlessly to search for the accuser. He noticed that Shinya's slim form, still distinguishing and recognisable in darkness, trying to lift everything quietly in his search for the phone.
"On the wall, Shin, by the door." The voice caused Shinya to jump and turn for a moment, smiling at Die with bright eyes, ones which seemed uncommonly beautiful to the red head at the current moment. They kept that hold, until Shinya finally reached for the phone, shaking tone causing Die to smile.
"Moshi moshi?"
The laugh on the other end of the line causes Shinya to sigh as Die's head looked above the covers curiously, awaiting to be informed about who it was. "Shinya is at Die's!" The annoying voice informed the two with it and there was more laughter, Shinya's slim fingers tapping on the edge of the door in irritation.
"It's Kyo," Shinya whispered to Die, who nodded, a faint smile of understanding now on his pretty lips. "He's with Kaoru and Toshiya and they are finding amusement from your illn-"
"Hey no we're not! I called to see if he was OK. Is he? What are you doing there?" Shinya took the phone from the holder, smiling warmly at Die as he walked back to the bed, craving the warmth of it more than anything else, even though the temptation of Die's body, so vulnerable and beautiful even in sickness, was also surprisingly wanting to him now.
"He's not OK," a quick muffled protest, and Shinya found himself breathing faster when Die leaned on his shoulder in an attempt to allow both of them to communicate with the bleached haired vocalist.
"I'm better." Once again, that shiver returned and Shinya felt his muscles tense as Die's slim, warm fingers moved from the comfort of the covers and linked with his own. Had the action not sent a pleasant rush of shivers through him, Shinya would of frowned. Die wasn't supposed to do that.
"H...he's not... OK," he repeated, stammering slightly as he tried to calm his breathing, the speed beating of his heart tried so hard to push away the feeling that was sending his slim figure into a rather unexpected state of excitement.
"That's why I'm going to be looking after him for a bit. You guys can he-"
Shinya rolled his eyes as the protests quickly came. "Uh, no, we don't wanna get sick. You're like, immune to sickness but we aren't. Kaoru wouldn't want us to jeopardise our health anyway when Die has you looking after him." Another snicker. Shinya wondered, just as his long fingers began to curl in-between Die's, squeezing them gently, if his band mates were really so easily amused. The squeeze was returned and Shinya had to suppress a whimper, Die's long eyelashes brushing along the length of his neck as they shut, the red head's breath warm and sharp on his neck.
"Well, you can bring some things over then," Shinya spoke so quietly he was asked to repeat, which he did, only slightly louder. "There is a key to my apartment under the plant pot. The one with the blue plants, not red. Bring round some clothes and Miyu." Kyo was hysterical, as were the rest of the band once he'd informed them, and Die simply looked up with confused eyes. His hand stayed, nevertheless, adoring the comfort and warmth that Shinya seemed to provide now.
"You're bringing Miyu round?" Die asked in a whisper, not taking long to yawn and close his eyes again, this time resting his head of vibrant red hair against the contrasting, much more comfortable than Shinya's shoulder, white pillow.
"I'm staying with you for a couple of days, until you're better. Don't argue," Shinya smiled, more to himself than Die, and lay down beside the red head, phone still attached to ear as the men in the background argued about Shinya's street address. He smirked. Let them find it alone, revenge is sweet.
"I wasn't going to," Die's comment was almost missed as Shinya said his goodbyes to Kyo. Almost.

"What have you brought?" Shinya asked curiously, while bending down to take the little Chihuahua from Kyo's hands. Kyo raised an eyebrow as Shinya nuzzled the puppy, laughing cutely as the dog licked his face. The vocalist slipped his feet out of his sneakers and walked straight past Shinya, two bags in each of his small hands.
"Chicken soup," he announced almost proudly as he set the bags upon the table, bar one obviously containing clothes which he set on the side. "I didn't want to go to your underwear draw so I just pulled out anything at random." Shinya laughed in response to this, going to one of the bags as he set Miyu aside.
"Did you get her bowl?"
Kyo looked at him curiously, then shrugged, reaching inside one of the bags and pulling out three paper cups, hanging one to Shinya. It was sealed with a plastic top, the card board warm as the drummer set it down. "No, I didn't. Just use one of Die's plates. He can't exactly complain. That's the soup. Is he awake?" Shinya was setting things in appropriate places now, the cranberry and orange juice, along with cough medicine and boxes of tissues. He nodded and pointed towards the bedroom door, open slightly, and before he had the opportunity to say anything else to the bleached haired man, Kyo was quite happily making his way to the bedroom, soup in hands.
"Morning shit bag," a pillow came very close to hitting the vocalist, and spilling the hot liquid but thankfully the small man dodged, grinning at Die as he sat on the foot of the bed, watching as the red head emerged from under his collection of covers.
"Nice way to build up my confidence there, Kyo." Kyo smirked, passing the cup to Die, who frowned but nevertheless peeled the top off, frowning even further at the realisation that this was food.
"You look like hell, that any better? And don't frown, it's good soup. Just leave it to cool for a moment then drink it. I'm not like Shinya, I won't have you starving yourself even if you are sick." Dramatically, the red head buried his face in the pillows again, muttering something inaudible as Kyo bravely tried to sip on his own hot soup. "So Shin is staying at your place, eh?"
Die glared.
"Shut up. I nearly threw up on him before."
"Charming."
"Just because you're a perverted little man doesn't mean that everyone who is concerned about someone else's' welfare is screwing them." The red head bravely dipped a finger in the hot soup, cursing it as it burned the skin, but nevertheless wet his lips with it, tongue running over them. So it wasn't as bad as he expected.
"I am perverted, yes, but you can't tell me that you haven't tried screwing his ass." Die slapped Kyo on the thigh, thankful that the room was relatively dark, hiding the flushed colouring of his cheek.
"I'm sick, you retard," he announced, laughing nevertheless as another figure slipped into the room. He smiled at Shinya, noticing that the other was changed now. The fact that he looked rather beautiful caused Die to look away and blush again, thankfully saved with the fit of coughing which followed as Shinya took a seat beside Kyo, sipping on his own soup slowly.
"You don't mind me using one of your bowls for Miyu's food?" Die shook his head, still coughing, slim body shaking as he buried his head in his pillow, almost growling as the coughs refused to pass. "And she'll be sleeping with me, I'll clean up the hairs and everything afterwards so you don't need to worry." Kyo smirked, Die closed his eyes and Shinya glared at Kyo.
"What?"
"You sound like an old married couple." This received a hit from both men, Die's a little more feeble than Shinya's.
"If you're going to be shitty, I'll go. Pester Kaoru or something." This was met with a rather delighted grin from Die, causing Kyo to sulk.
"Fine. Fine, I know when I'm not wanted," he threw his hands up dramatically but not before ruffling Die's hair, wishing him to get well soon or otherwise Kaoru would make his intimidating, leader-sama presence known.
"You look after him then," Kyo grinned wickedly, petting Miyu as he stood by the door. He was answered by a simple 'shut up' and pushed out into the hall as the drummer picked up his puppy, walking straight back into the bedroom. He smiled at the sight of Die, sat up cutely, red hair messed around his face, some sticking with sweat due to the aspirin Shinya had forced him to take, other strands in simple tangles. His slim hands held the cup as soup was sipped at, then blown, then sipped at again. He smiled lazily at Shinya and set the soup aside, half lying again as he signalled for Shinya to sit with him.
"Thanks," he simply said as Miyu struggled from the drummer's grasp and instead jumped into Die's hands. Chocolate brown eyes met almond ones for a moment, keeping the gaze for a little longer than necessary, only looking away when he realised that there was a blush in his cheeks almost as red as his hair. Shinya's hand moved to the white fur of his puppy, which Die was petting also, their fingers brushing together as they matted in Miyu's fur, causing a few uneasy laughs and several apologies to be scattered around nervously, until Die finally stopped apologising and laughing.
Instead, when his fingers brushed Shinya's again, they didn't move away. Instead, they gently pressed into Shinya's closed hand, almost silently seeking permission as chocolate eyes watched Shinya's face for any kind of sign, any sort of permission. The younger man's cheeks were on fire, lips curled in a tender smile, but his trembling fingertips nevertheless allowed Die's to slip in-between this, this innocent action of their hands, carefully entwined on top of the fur of his puppy, his heart racing now, for some strange reason, Die's smile causing him to blush even more.
"You sure you don't mind staying?" Die said in a low whisper, his eyes shooting to their hands now, a smile stretching his lips at the sight of Shinya's slim hands in-between his. Miyu had escaped them both now, curling up in a tiny ball beside Die, as the other smiled at Shinya.
"Not at all," the drummer whispered, finally forcing his attractive large eyes to look into Die's.