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.
