Title: Genjitsu wo warau
Fandom: Dir en grey
Claim: Kaoru Niikura x Toshimasa Hara
Prompt: Tokyo Jihen - Genjitsu wo warau
Word Count: 487
Disclaimer: na-ah, not mine
Author's Notes: Made for fic_cd_mix challenge.
Link to table: here
It has been three years. I know because I counted every second of it. Maybe I’d admit it to you, or maybe I wouldn’t. But I’ve been waiting for this moment to see you again.
Of course it’s not just the two of us. Our friends are here, along with some people I don’t recognize. I haven’t even greeted you properly, still staring from afar. I prefer to talk to you in private. Maybe soon, maybe weeks later.
I see that you’re beaming from all those attentions. One person after another asks you questions about your life abroad, how you did your job there. You tell your stories like the perfect storyteller you are, adding spices here and there but not straying from the truth.
I think your flaw isn't so much your fault as a charm, Toshiya.
That’s why I couldn’t even get mad when you throw up all over my coffee table, drunk after that party. People practically threw you at me earlier when the party’s over. I’m the only one coming alone with the car after all. None of us know where your current home is, so I had to take you to my apartment.
“Ng… Sorry, Kao…” He drunkenly mumbled. Oh, so he recognizes who brought him. I didn’t say anything and carried him up. His hands reflexively wrapped around my neck, but easily fell loose when I put him on my bed.
I returned to the living room to clean the mess in silence. It was really late when I finally glanced at the clock. Luckily, I don’t have to go to work tomorrow so I don’t have to worry. Checking the bedroom, I found out that you’re already sleeping soundly. My initial plan was only to check you out, so why do I step closer and sit on the bed?
So real and surreal at the same time, this romance is surely an error. God must’ve linked the wrong thread. Cupid must’ve fired the arrow at the wrong person. Or else, why would I fell in love with you?
Without thinking, my fingers touched your cheek.
I remember it began with envy. You were everyone’s star and I want to be you. No matter how self-centered you can be sometimes, it’s clear that I love your insensitiveness. And as time pass by, the feelings emerged themselves.
I want to touch you. I want to kiss you. I would like to be merged into you.
Whatever force that had saved you from me, introduced you to a job that took you away for three long dismal years. Nevertheless, what is it that returned you and even brought you to my bed when you’re so defenseless like this?
But even the devil inside me was powerless when I stopped my lips from touching yours.
Maybe later when you’re awake, I will kiss you slowly. Maybe sweetly.
Still I’m sure I’ll kiss you anyway.