Whoops! Sorry, forgot to post this like I said I would. :/ DMT_04 is allllmost finished so that should appear in the next couple of weeks. (I hope... Fuck, I'm so bad at updating, sorry. ;_; ) Anyway, this was for
mimei's christmas present. It's a Luna Sea (Japanese band) AU slash fic so um, if you aren't fammiliar with them, don't ask me about them because I don't really know much, I just pretend I do so that I can write stuff that will make my mimei smile.
Summary: UST angst!!
Setting: Slightly AU at some point while Luna Sea is still together.
Rating: PG? R? *shrugs* I dunno, pretty mild.
Warnings: UST!!! And: weird tenses, multiple internal dialogue and odd stylistic spasms.
Words:733
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He doesn’t notice.
What good does blind devotion, hopeless attraction, total addiction do if he doesn’t notice?
Another drink. Another concert. Another woman/whore/fan. Another smile, another kiss, another declaration of undying love.
Does it make any difference?
No.
Because he doesn’t notice.
Maybe he just doesn’t care.
“Sugi? You okay?”
Smile - someone’s watching.
{Smile} “Eh? Yeah Ino, I’m fine. Just waiting for the party to get rocking.”
Ino looks out onto the dance floor where Ryuichi and J are getting their groove-thang on. “Seemed to me the party was already pretty rocking.”
Damn all intuitive empathic-types.
...Evade. Change topic.
{Evades} “Haahaha, I guess you’re right, Ino. I think I’m a bit worn out, maybe I’m getting old? How about you, are you still able to drink, fuck and play as much as you used to?”
Ino has suspicious eyes. Too bad I’m not hopelessly in love with him – he’d definitely notice. “Don’t dig your grave early, Sugizo, we might not be eighteen anymore, but we’ve still got plenty of life to live. If you think I’m gonna let you space out at practice tomorrow because you can’t play a live for two hours then fuck five groupies in a row anymore, then you’ve got another thing coming. You might find you need to become acquainted with a neat thing called sleep – it has all kinds of uses!”
{Grin} “Sleep is for the weak and boring.”
Ino stands, runs a hand through my hair, “Don’t wear yourself out, Sugi.” A small comforting smile is offered.
-Grin and wave.
{Grin and wave} It really is too bad I’m not in love with him.
He at least pretends to care.
Some strangely coloured drink later, a familiar presence slides into the booth next to me, “Sugi? Are you moping?”
Try again. You know you want to. (You couldn’t resist if you tried).
Slide an arm in behind, plaster sides together, grip a jaw and tug a face in for lips to press lips; breath to mingle.
The first time I did this, we were somewhere in public, (I’m too drunk to remember where,) a concert or an interview or a photo shoot or something. I did it just to see what would happen. I thought that if we were in public he would be less likely to beat the shit out of me.
I was sort of right - he was surprised, and pushed me away quickly, but he went with it and he didn’t hate me later.
Some times I wish I had never done it.
Some times it’s all that keeps me going.
Now days, he’s used to it. It makes me laugh sometimes -when I’ve drunk enough- he thinks it’s just a game, just a thing I do because I’m bored or because I can or ... I don’t know really. But he doesn’t really notice, doesn’t really understand the reason why.
He leans into me, smiles into my lips. We’re both just drunk enough that I part his lips with my tongue; dive into somewhere I’ve never gone before.
It’s always a test. How far can I go before he pushes me away? How far do I have to go before he realises?
He tenses for just a second, and I’m stupid enough to think maybe, maybe- but his mind adjusts, some, ‘ok, so we’re doing this; I can deal with that.’ type-thing. He’s always so pragmatic.
Bastard.
But I am distracted now. His skin, his scent, his flesh. I press closer and he moans a little, pushing up into me. For a moment I am sure I can feel a rising erection against my thigh.
He pulls away, panting slightly. “Shit Sugizo, you’re too good at that!” He laughs.
Bastard. (Smile! Hurry!)
{Smile, laugh} “Should I apologise?”
He grins, “Hardly, but now I’m going to have to find some girl to fuck tonight and I had wanted to get a proper sleep before practice tomorrow, you arse.”
I can’t believe this. I’m so close to standing and just yelling at him. Screaming it all in his face.
I’m better trained than that.
Lie.
{Lies} “Aw, poor Ryuichi, I pity you and your sleepless, sex-filled night.”
He laughs and leaves the booth, already sizing up the club for his type.
His type.
Laughable. It’s fucking laughable.
You are such a liar.
Maybe if I kill myself, then he would notice.
Coward.
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Ja?
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Summary: UST angst!!
Setting: Slightly AU at some point while Luna Sea is still together.
Rating: PG? R? *shrugs* I dunno, pretty mild.
Warnings: UST!!! And: weird tenses, multiple internal dialogue and odd stylistic spasms.
Words:733
Luna Sea Fanfic - Sugi/Ryu angst
By Page Russet
By Page Russet
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He doesn’t notice.
What good does blind devotion, hopeless attraction, total addiction do if he doesn’t notice?
Another drink. Another concert. Another woman/whore/fan. Another smile, another kiss, another declaration of undying love.
Does it make any difference?
No.
Because he doesn’t notice.
Maybe he just doesn’t care.
“Sugi? You okay?”
Smile - someone’s watching.
{Smile} “Eh? Yeah Ino, I’m fine. Just waiting for the party to get rocking.”
Ino looks out onto the dance floor where Ryuichi and J are getting their groove-thang on. “Seemed to me the party was already pretty rocking.”
Damn all intuitive empathic-types.
...Evade. Change topic.
{Evades} “Haahaha, I guess you’re right, Ino. I think I’m a bit worn out, maybe I’m getting old? How about you, are you still able to drink, fuck and play as much as you used to?”
Ino has suspicious eyes. Too bad I’m not hopelessly in love with him – he’d definitely notice. “Don’t dig your grave early, Sugizo, we might not be eighteen anymore, but we’ve still got plenty of life to live. If you think I’m gonna let you space out at practice tomorrow because you can’t play a live for two hours then fuck five groupies in a row anymore, then you’ve got another thing coming. You might find you need to become acquainted with a neat thing called sleep – it has all kinds of uses!”
{Grin} “Sleep is for the weak and boring.”
Ino stands, runs a hand through my hair, “Don’t wear yourself out, Sugi.” A small comforting smile is offered.
-Grin and wave.
{Grin and wave} It really is too bad I’m not in love with him.
He at least pretends to care.
Some strangely coloured drink later, a familiar presence slides into the booth next to me, “Sugi? Are you moping?”
Try again. You know you want to. (You couldn’t resist if you tried).
Slide an arm in behind, plaster sides together, grip a jaw and tug a face in for lips to press lips; breath to mingle.
The first time I did this, we were somewhere in public, (I’m too drunk to remember where,) a concert or an interview or a photo shoot or something. I did it just to see what would happen. I thought that if we were in public he would be less likely to beat the shit out of me.
I was sort of right - he was surprised, and pushed me away quickly, but he went with it and he didn’t hate me later.
Some times I wish I had never done it.
Some times it’s all that keeps me going.
Now days, he’s used to it. It makes me laugh sometimes -when I’ve drunk enough- he thinks it’s just a game, just a thing I do because I’m bored or because I can or ... I don’t know really. But he doesn’t really notice, doesn’t really understand the reason why.
He leans into me, smiles into my lips. We’re both just drunk enough that I part his lips with my tongue; dive into somewhere I’ve never gone before.
It’s always a test. How far can I go before he pushes me away? How far do I have to go before he realises?
He tenses for just a second, and I’m stupid enough to think maybe, maybe- but his mind adjusts, some, ‘ok, so we’re doing this; I can deal with that.’ type-thing. He’s always so pragmatic.
Bastard.
But I am distracted now. His skin, his scent, his flesh. I press closer and he moans a little, pushing up into me. For a moment I am sure I can feel a rising erection against my thigh.
He pulls away, panting slightly. “Shit Sugizo, you’re too good at that!” He laughs.
Bastard. (Smile! Hurry!)
{Smile, laugh} “Should I apologise?”
He grins, “Hardly, but now I’m going to have to find some girl to fuck tonight and I had wanted to get a proper sleep before practice tomorrow, you arse.”
I can’t believe this. I’m so close to standing and just yelling at him. Screaming it all in his face.
I’m better trained than that.
Lie.
{Lies} “Aw, poor Ryuichi, I pity you and your sleepless, sex-filled night.”
He laughs and leaves the booth, already sizing up the club for his type.
His type.
Laughable. It’s fucking laughable.
You are such a liar.
Maybe if I kill myself, then he would notice.
Coward.
--
Ja?
Current Music: Ben Harper
Current Mood:
bored

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