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lanlanTitle: fence
Pairing: n/a
Rating: G
Words: too many (634)
Genre: general
Summary: Kyo's perspective, when he wanted to quit Dir en Grey when they were first going to Europe.
Pictures used: 1/2/3
warnings: I don't have a beta.
Kyo feels like a roofless house, with only naked trees for company, lost on a mountain too high in the sky, where winds full of harsh, dry air numb his chapped, bleeding lips and he finds some girl’s abandoned lip gloss half buried in the dirt beneath his feet, brownish pink and indecently sugary, he imagines. Soft hills blued with oxygen ignore him with no tension, old, as in thousands or maybe million of years older than him, and spanking new urban centers show off to him with their too hopeful pickup lines.
In the real world, he can’t breath in the porcelain tiled cave, with it’s twisted little colored maps of the ways you could go and its five foot long lists in size 7 Times New Roman font of the ways things should go. One, Two, Three, Four, Five and he inches a half centimeter forward, using the friction of his rubber soles and the concrete ground to measure it. He presses his feet to the ground and prays against his slippery hold on reality.
So the train takes him by surprise with its speed and its screaming (Aiieeee!, like a furious cat or crooning old woman with no grandchildren) despite it being a meter away and the only thing he was expecting down here, besides the smell of piss.
He boards the train, minding the gap, sick with the relief of losing his dirty little game.
-
The band Dir en Grey eat a fancy meal of fish for dinner on New Year’s Eve and they invite their whole staff and suddenly it’s the coolest party in town. It’s not a cozy group that results, but the air is hot from the alcohol and the heads of those begging to impress. Die says something normal in his drunken voice, which is poised as a stand up comedian’s by habit, full of expectations and practiced easygoing.
Kyo breaks off a huge piece of fish with his chopsticks, sticks it in his mouth in one piece. Greedy bitch.
“I called Kaoru yesterday, and he was eating a fucking burger.”
Suddenly Kyo realizes, with horror, that he should have been more careful with the fish and that there was a needlelike bone caught in his throat. Shrieks of laughter were climaxing now as a result of Die’s stupid words, despite the fact that Die seemed to not know what was going on and Kyo tries desperately to swallow, because he did not know how to puke at will, especially with a mouthful of fish.
-
A colorful advertisement for shiny white iPods by Macintosh sails by, a silhouette with more liveliness than Kyo has left dances like the cartoon character from the flipbook he had when he was a kid.
Kyo bites the insides of his lips and tastes the tap water from the old, old apartment building where he used to live with Toshiya.
The impact of sudden darkness hits him hard as every fluorescent light illuminates dark blue seats green in their sickly, yellow manner.
-
So then everybody is looking at him, surprised at the amount of time he must spend in his own head, for all the wrong reasons. So humiliating and so efficient because of it’s chance timeliness Kyo knows he would never ever be able to shove it aside like his intolerance to alcohol or Die’s flirtatious nature.
He didn’t regret anything until the next day when Kaoru, in his usual quietness and muttering and complacent anger made it obvious that he knew.
-
Sitting in the spinning room with fluorescent lights and dirty windows, Kyo feels the diamond pattern of the bench vibrating their pattern onto his khaki clothed ass and wonders which side of the fence (barbed with wire and sizzling with electricity) was true Hell.
Pairing: n/a
Rating: G
Words: too many (634)
Genre: general
Summary: Kyo's perspective, when he wanted to quit Dir en Grey when they were first going to Europe.
Pictures used: 1/2/3
warnings: I don't have a beta.
Kyo feels like a roofless house, with only naked trees for company, lost on a mountain too high in the sky, where winds full of harsh, dry air numb his chapped, bleeding lips and he finds some girl’s abandoned lip gloss half buried in the dirt beneath his feet, brownish pink and indecently sugary, he imagines. Soft hills blued with oxygen ignore him with no tension, old, as in thousands or maybe million of years older than him, and spanking new urban centers show off to him with their too hopeful pickup lines.
In the real world, he can’t breath in the porcelain tiled cave, with it’s twisted little colored maps of the ways you could go and its five foot long lists in size 7 Times New Roman font of the ways things should go. One, Two, Three, Four, Five and he inches a half centimeter forward, using the friction of his rubber soles and the concrete ground to measure it. He presses his feet to the ground and prays against his slippery hold on reality.
So the train takes him by surprise with its speed and its screaming (Aiieeee!, like a furious cat or crooning old woman with no grandchildren) despite it being a meter away and the only thing he was expecting down here, besides the smell of piss.
He boards the train, minding the gap, sick with the relief of losing his dirty little game.
-
The band Dir en Grey eat a fancy meal of fish for dinner on New Year’s Eve and they invite their whole staff and suddenly it’s the coolest party in town. It’s not a cozy group that results, but the air is hot from the alcohol and the heads of those begging to impress. Die says something normal in his drunken voice, which is poised as a stand up comedian’s by habit, full of expectations and practiced easygoing.
Kyo breaks off a huge piece of fish with his chopsticks, sticks it in his mouth in one piece. Greedy bitch.
“I called Kaoru yesterday, and he was eating a fucking burger.”
Suddenly Kyo realizes, with horror, that he should have been more careful with the fish and that there was a needlelike bone caught in his throat. Shrieks of laughter were climaxing now as a result of Die’s stupid words, despite the fact that Die seemed to not know what was going on and Kyo tries desperately to swallow, because he did not know how to puke at will, especially with a mouthful of fish.
-
A colorful advertisement for shiny white iPods by Macintosh sails by, a silhouette with more liveliness than Kyo has left dances like the cartoon character from the flipbook he had when he was a kid.
Kyo bites the insides of his lips and tastes the tap water from the old, old apartment building where he used to live with Toshiya.
The impact of sudden darkness hits him hard as every fluorescent light illuminates dark blue seats green in their sickly, yellow manner.
-
So then everybody is looking at him, surprised at the amount of time he must spend in his own head, for all the wrong reasons. So humiliating and so efficient because of it’s chance timeliness Kyo knows he would never ever be able to shove it aside like his intolerance to alcohol or Die’s flirtatious nature.
He didn’t regret anything until the next day when Kaoru, in his usual quietness and muttering and complacent anger made it obvious that he knew.
-
Sitting in the spinning room with fluorescent lights and dirty windows, Kyo feels the diamond pattern of the bench vibrating their pattern onto his khaki clothed ass and wonders which side of the fence (barbed with wire and sizzling with electricity) was true Hell.
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Date: 2009-06-13 08:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-06-13 09:10 pm (UTC)