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daishimelTitle: The Drummer, The Guitarist And The Wardrobe
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melinen aka daishimel
Disclaimer: No owning~
Chapters: one-shot
Rating: PG
Genre: general/fluff
Theme: none
Pairing: KaoruxShinya
Synopsis: “These are memories, Kaoru,” he explains and nods towards the wardrobe and its contents. “Every piece of clothing I’ve once worn is a part of my past, of who I am.”
Comments: Written forgenkified_pyke as a part of a challenge on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
deepblue_sea. Her preferences:
+ Genre: Humor.
+ Rating: PG-13 below would be nice ^^.
+ Pairing: Choose any from DiexToshiya, KaoruxToshiya or KaoruxShinya... just because I personally like these pairings... ^^;;.
+ Special note: No specific rules... but a touch of insanity wouldn't hurt.
Yeah... not really humor, rather somewhat fluff (I think o.O'), and no traces of insanity. The beginning is different from the rest of the fic, this so did not go as planned and the ending isn't that good either. Plus I'm so very late with this. ^^;; Hope you still like this though, if you don't just tell me and I'll write you a new one or something. ^^
Credit for the name goes to my friendkoocha (and yes, obviously we've both seen Narnia *laughs*).
The simple white wardrobe holds so many memories to Shinya. Most of them are good ones, but among them are some not so good, too, some which Shinya wouldn’t care to think of more closely. He doesn’t find it odd that he can still find every single piece of clothing he has ever come to own in there though, hidden in the endless depths of the long shelves. For him they are all memories of the past, remembrances of what he once was and what he still considers as a part of himself, a hidden part perhaps but a part nonetheless.
A soft smile graces his features as he runs his hand along the shelves, gently touching the fabric of a shirt he remembers wearing during one photoshoot, all those memories coming back to him now. He was so young then, young and innocent but never naïve, no, Terachi Shinya has always known what happens around him even though some people might claim that they know better but no one does, especially not now when he is older.
“You’re awfully quiet here. Is everything okay?”
Shinya does not turn around to meet his lover’s gaze but continues to stare at the wardrobe before him. The other man’s footsteps are coming closer and soon he can feel his arms around his waist. Shinya smiles and leans closer to him, sighing contently.
“What are you up to now, Shinya?” Kaoru asks, curiosity evident in his voice.
“Just going trough my wardrobe,” the drummer answers silently. He is not sure if he wants to be disturbed by his lover or not but if he does feel annoyed by the fact he does not let it to be seen.
“Do you need to do it right now? I think I’d be able to think of something more interesting to do and maybe even include the wardrobe in it if that’s what you want,” the guitarist says, the tone of his voice hinting towards something Shinya decides to ignore at the time being.
“I don’t doubt that.”
“Is it sarcasm that I’m sensing here?” Kaoru’s voice is playful and Shinya turns around on his hold, staring at the guitarist’s brown eyes a bit challengingly. He feels how the other draws him closer to himself, so close that their chests are touching. The drummer lifts his hand and lazily strokes a strand of Kaoru’s hair behind his ear.
“These are memories, Kaoru,” he explains and nods towards the wardrobe and its contents. “Every piece of clothing I’ve once worn is a part of my past, of who I am. Don’t you feel the same with your clothes?”
“Not really,” Kaoru admits. “For me they are only clothes.”
Shinya laughs at that. “I wasn’t actually expecting you to. Don’t you dare to think of me as a weird person just for that though,” he warns good-naturedly.
“I would never,” the guitarist swears and places a light kiss on his forehead. “Still, I’d like you to concentrate on the present rather than the past right now.”
“Should I really?” The drummer withdraws from Kaoru’s hold, taking a couple of steps back, his eyes never leaving the others’.
“Yes.”
“Maybe I do it, then.” Shinya smiles, a bit teasingly, but that is the way the older man likes it anyway. “So…” he turns and bents down a bit, both to be able to fish out a certain piece of clothing and to make Kaoru chuckle in amusement which is exactly what the older man does. A small, triumphant smile is allowed to play on Shinya’s lips as he draws back from the wardrobe, vanishing in time for him to turn to face his amused lover again though.
“By any chance you’d still happen to have one of these lying around forgotten in your wardrobe,” the drummer asks. “Or, maybe not that forgotten, ne,” he ads as an afterthought.
Kaoru laughs, a genuine smile on his face. “That just might be possible, yes,” he nods and takes the leather skirt from Shinya, examining the cloth with a grin.
“Now what are you thinking?” Shinya asks, bringing his hand to his hip and cocking his head with a playful manner.
“Nothing much,” the older man says, shrugging nonchalantly. “Just recalling that one night you wore only this and some shirt back at my place. It was a pity that the others were there, too.”
“You old pervert,” Shinya accuses, only half serious though and the older man smiles at him.
“That would be Die,” Kaoru’s tone is light, a bit knowing perhaps. Shinya raises a brow.
“True,” he then decides to say. “I wore only that you say,” he continues, pointing to the skirt. “And you know that because…?”
A wink. “Let’s just say that I wasn’t that drunk that night.”
Shinya snorts. “And I was?”
“Enough to give us a… private show, shall we call it that. Die wasn’t the only one excited then.”
“Liar,” the younger man denies, pouting just slightly.
“Well maybe I was exaggerating a bit,” the guitarist finally admits. “Not that I would have minded that though.”
“I’m sure,” Shinya mutters, thoughtfully glancing at the skirt that now lay on his bed, the white sheets contrasting against the dark leather. “Do you think it would still fit me?”
Kaoru eyes him and the skirt, then grabs his behind and gives it a squeeze. “I’d say it does but the only way to be sure is to try it on, ne, Shinya,” he says, letting go of his lover.
Slowly Shinya nods. “You’ll have to do something for me too though,” he states calmly.
“Like what?” Kaoru asks, clearly amused. “Let you chain me to the bed again?”
“You’d enjoy that,” Shinya laughs. “No, I was thinking of something much more… fun.”
“Do go on.”
It is obvious to Shinya that the other is curious, his voice tells him that much. “You need to wear a skirt too,” he informs him and continues: “There’s no way I’ll be the only one in a skirt after all this time. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t worn your share of them before.”
“I have,” Kaoru nods, “but Shinya… don’t you think that I’d look a bit ridiculous with a skirt and a beard? They don’t exactly go well together.”
“You are absolutely right my dear Kaoru.” There is a sparkle in Shinya’s eyes that is enough to make the older man prepare for the worst. “And that is why I will need to capture the moment with my camera.”
“Aw Shin,” Kaoru groans. “You’re pure evil, you know that right?”
“You wouldn’t want me any other way,” the drummer answers. “Try to think of it like this: I’ll get what I want and you’ll get your ‘private show’, ne?”
A teasing smile on Shinya’s behalf is enough encouragement for Kaoru. Shinya smiles against the older man’s lips as they share a kiss that is passionate yet gentle, and once again he knows that he has won.
~owari~
Author:
melinen aka daishimelDisclaimer: No owning~
Chapters: one-shot
Rating: PG
Genre: general/fluff
Theme: none
Pairing: KaoruxShinya
Synopsis: “These are memories, Kaoru,” he explains and nods towards the wardrobe and its contents. “Every piece of clothing I’ve once worn is a part of my past, of who I am.”
Comments: Written for
genkified_pyke as a part of a challenge on deepblue_sea. Her preferences:+ Genre: Humor.
+ Rating: PG-13 below would be nice ^^.
+ Pairing: Choose any from DiexToshiya, KaoruxToshiya or KaoruxShinya... just because I personally like these pairings... ^^;;.
+ Special note: No specific rules... but a touch of insanity wouldn't hurt.
Yeah... not really humor, rather somewhat fluff (I think o.O'), and no traces of insanity. The beginning is different from the rest of the fic, this so did not go as planned and the ending isn't that good either. Plus I'm so very late with this. ^^;; Hope you still like this though, if you don't just tell me and I'll write you a new one or something. ^^
Credit for the name goes to my friend
koocha (and yes, obviously we've both seen Narnia *laughs*).The simple white wardrobe holds so many memories to Shinya. Most of them are good ones, but among them are some not so good, too, some which Shinya wouldn’t care to think of more closely. He doesn’t find it odd that he can still find every single piece of clothing he has ever come to own in there though, hidden in the endless depths of the long shelves. For him they are all memories of the past, remembrances of what he once was and what he still considers as a part of himself, a hidden part perhaps but a part nonetheless.
A soft smile graces his features as he runs his hand along the shelves, gently touching the fabric of a shirt he remembers wearing during one photoshoot, all those memories coming back to him now. He was so young then, young and innocent but never naïve, no, Terachi Shinya has always known what happens around him even though some people might claim that they know better but no one does, especially not now when he is older.
“You’re awfully quiet here. Is everything okay?”
Shinya does not turn around to meet his lover’s gaze but continues to stare at the wardrobe before him. The other man’s footsteps are coming closer and soon he can feel his arms around his waist. Shinya smiles and leans closer to him, sighing contently.
“What are you up to now, Shinya?” Kaoru asks, curiosity evident in his voice.
“Just going trough my wardrobe,” the drummer answers silently. He is not sure if he wants to be disturbed by his lover or not but if he does feel annoyed by the fact he does not let it to be seen.
“Do you need to do it right now? I think I’d be able to think of something more interesting to do and maybe even include the wardrobe in it if that’s what you want,” the guitarist says, the tone of his voice hinting towards something Shinya decides to ignore at the time being.
“I don’t doubt that.”
“Is it sarcasm that I’m sensing here?” Kaoru’s voice is playful and Shinya turns around on his hold, staring at the guitarist’s brown eyes a bit challengingly. He feels how the other draws him closer to himself, so close that their chests are touching. The drummer lifts his hand and lazily strokes a strand of Kaoru’s hair behind his ear.
“These are memories, Kaoru,” he explains and nods towards the wardrobe and its contents. “Every piece of clothing I’ve once worn is a part of my past, of who I am. Don’t you feel the same with your clothes?”
“Not really,” Kaoru admits. “For me they are only clothes.”
Shinya laughs at that. “I wasn’t actually expecting you to. Don’t you dare to think of me as a weird person just for that though,” he warns good-naturedly.
“I would never,” the guitarist swears and places a light kiss on his forehead. “Still, I’d like you to concentrate on the present rather than the past right now.”
“Should I really?” The drummer withdraws from Kaoru’s hold, taking a couple of steps back, his eyes never leaving the others’.
“Yes.”
“Maybe I do it, then.” Shinya smiles, a bit teasingly, but that is the way the older man likes it anyway. “So…” he turns and bents down a bit, both to be able to fish out a certain piece of clothing and to make Kaoru chuckle in amusement which is exactly what the older man does. A small, triumphant smile is allowed to play on Shinya’s lips as he draws back from the wardrobe, vanishing in time for him to turn to face his amused lover again though.
“By any chance you’d still happen to have one of these lying around forgotten in your wardrobe,” the drummer asks. “Or, maybe not that forgotten, ne,” he ads as an afterthought.
Kaoru laughs, a genuine smile on his face. “That just might be possible, yes,” he nods and takes the leather skirt from Shinya, examining the cloth with a grin.
“Now what are you thinking?” Shinya asks, bringing his hand to his hip and cocking his head with a playful manner.
“Nothing much,” the older man says, shrugging nonchalantly. “Just recalling that one night you wore only this and some shirt back at my place. It was a pity that the others were there, too.”
“You old pervert,” Shinya accuses, only half serious though and the older man smiles at him.
“That would be Die,” Kaoru’s tone is light, a bit knowing perhaps. Shinya raises a brow.
“True,” he then decides to say. “I wore only that you say,” he continues, pointing to the skirt. “And you know that because…?”
A wink. “Let’s just say that I wasn’t that drunk that night.”
Shinya snorts. “And I was?”
“Enough to give us a… private show, shall we call it that. Die wasn’t the only one excited then.”
“Liar,” the younger man denies, pouting just slightly.
“Well maybe I was exaggerating a bit,” the guitarist finally admits. “Not that I would have minded that though.”
“I’m sure,” Shinya mutters, thoughtfully glancing at the skirt that now lay on his bed, the white sheets contrasting against the dark leather. “Do you think it would still fit me?”
Kaoru eyes him and the skirt, then grabs his behind and gives it a squeeze. “I’d say it does but the only way to be sure is to try it on, ne, Shinya,” he says, letting go of his lover.
Slowly Shinya nods. “You’ll have to do something for me too though,” he states calmly.
“Like what?” Kaoru asks, clearly amused. “Let you chain me to the bed again?”
“You’d enjoy that,” Shinya laughs. “No, I was thinking of something much more… fun.”
“Do go on.”
It is obvious to Shinya that the other is curious, his voice tells him that much. “You need to wear a skirt too,” he informs him and continues: “There’s no way I’ll be the only one in a skirt after all this time. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t worn your share of them before.”
“I have,” Kaoru nods, “but Shinya… don’t you think that I’d look a bit ridiculous with a skirt and a beard? They don’t exactly go well together.”
“You are absolutely right my dear Kaoru.” There is a sparkle in Shinya’s eyes that is enough to make the older man prepare for the worst. “And that is why I will need to capture the moment with my camera.”
“Aw Shin,” Kaoru groans. “You’re pure evil, you know that right?”
“You wouldn’t want me any other way,” the drummer answers. “Try to think of it like this: I’ll get what I want and you’ll get your ‘private show’, ne?”
A teasing smile on Shinya’s behalf is enough encouragement for Kaoru. Shinya smiles against the older man’s lips as they share a kiss that is passionate yet gentle, and once again he knows that he has won.
~owari~
