Snow Flower

Snow Flower

Comments: eh, just a random fic that i wanted to write...i felt inspired after reading a really bad fic the other night o.o This is me second Due le Quartz fic, and i like it a bunch more than me first...but shhhhhhh ^_^ i'm just ....bidding me time as i fondle with this fic and ignore me homework ^^;; *hides from those who are after her blood* erm...Pocky? *hands out some gift pocky* "amid the snow, round and round I spin, dancing and when the impulse to lie down strikes, I'll eat the flowers that bloom in the snow, and simply fall asleep As I eat the flowers that bloom in the snow, I simply want to sleep Your frostbitten hand is lovely and cool (stay by my side like this forever) I'm not the same as I was yesterday; in my hands yours melts melts away into lukewarm water If the snow would only continue to fall a little longer colour will soon look If the snow would only continue to fall a little longer colour will soon be ...behold... turned colourless" -Snow Flower, by Plastic Tree Brushing his long, unruly blue hair out of his eyes, Sakito watched the rain scuttle down the window pane. It had been raining for a good week now, and since it was consiterably colder at night, most of the rain water froze in the streets, making it near impossible to get anywhere, including practice. There manager was freaking out. Sakito grinned. "I wonder why it doesn't snow?" he pondered to himself, eyeing the slick street and remembering the white Christmas only a few weeks ago. He suddenly felt a small pang of sadness, as he remembered the small Christmas party that his band and a few others had put together. He'd been a psyco and gotten all of his chums presants, and had reseived a good number too, but not from the person that he wanted one most from. Miyabi had been there, but he was distant throughout the night. Well, until they got to that Drinking Game, which he had won. Sakito smiled slightly at his good friend's state in the morning. Miyabi had walked around with one hand on his forehead and the other supporting him on whatever he could reach. Sakito had to take him home and tuck him in his bed after that. Sakito walked into his kitchen quietly, stooping to get a pan out from under the sink. Hungry. *RIIIIIIIIING* *RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING* "GAH! *BANG* ITAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIII~~~~!! *BANG* AAAARG!! *FLUMP BANG CLATTER*" Grudginly, he put down the pan, rubbed his head, and got the phone. "Moshi Moshi?" venom dripped off his words. "....Saki-chan?" came the meek reply "Oh, Miyabi-chan. Whats up?" "daijoubu ka?" "hai hai, daijoubu. Whats up? You normally don't call me." Sakito turned around again, picking up the pan and filling it with water and setting it on the stove. "Eh, nothing. I was bored and couldn't get a hold of anyone else." "Oh thanks. I'm a last resort now, am i?" Sakito grinned, teasing Miyabi while waiting for his water to boil. "Urusai!" "Nee, how's Kisumi?" Silence. "Miyabi-chan? You didn't get in another fight, did you?" More silence. "MIYABI!" "I'm sorry, i have to go." a small noise that seemed like a sniffle. Click. "Miyabi? MIYABI! Damnit!" Sakito yelled at the phone before hanging it up and glaring out the window where snow was lightly flittering out of the sky. Wait, SNOW?! Rushing to the window, Sakito ignore the water that was now boiling over the rim of the pan, making the boiler steam and hiss. Snow! And it was sticking!! What joy!! Pressing his forehead against the cool glass, Sakito suddenly got the invisionment of Miyabi, crying in the snow. But...why would he be in the snow? Why wasn't he at home? Or over here, for that matter? Sakito thought to himself, blushing slightly. He had always felt close to the black haired, flirtatious guitarist, closer to him than he was to the other members of Due le Quartz. Miyabi had always been there for Sakito when the relationships with his lovers fell through the clouds, down to the hard barren earth. And now it was Miyabi's turn to be thrown from the clouds. Sakito slapped himself for not thinking of it sooner. Before he could so much as put his coat on, the phone rang again. "Hello?" he was hard pressed to keep the hope that it was Miyabi out of his voice. "Sakito? It's Kazuki. There isn't going to be practice today...do you know where Miyabi-kun is?" Kazuki's deep voice sounded worried. "No, i don't. I was just about to go out... i'll look for him, k?" Sakito tried to comfort the worried drummer. "And thanks for telling me 'bout practice." "Anytime. Hope you find him, k? Goodluck, he knows how to hide well, even if he's not doing it on purpose." Kazuki let out a small laugh. "Talk with you later. Ja ne." "Ja ne." Sakito quickly put on his heavy coat, shoes, grabbed his keys and promptly forgot his boiling water. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ----- Humming a soft, rather shallow, mornful song, the guitarist in mention rocked back and forth on his heals, sitting dejected and alone in the cold park. Finally sitting down on the small mat that he had brought along, he lay back, ignoring the rain, and closed his eyes. He hadn't broken it off with Kisumi for normal reasons. She had told him that he was spending too much time with Due le Quartz, and not enough time with her. Too much time with Sakito, not enough time with her. She made it sound like Sakito was his lover. Miyabi fidgeted on the blanket, totally unaware of the cold and the small blush that covered his cheeks. So what if he felt a deep desire for the vocalist? He had hidden it deep down in the bottom of his heart, and only showed parts of it when they were on stage, giving a performance to a crowd of screaming fangirls. Most of the yaoi-fangirls. Miyabi sighed and opened his eyes again. The cold rain had begun to freeze on his cheeks, the rain and the tears that he didn't know about. Looking up through his matted black hair, he noticed the silence for the first time. Silence that only comes when snow falls. "Snow?" Getting up, he smiled for the first time in a long while, spinning and dancing as the snow softly played with his hair and swirled around his body. Miyabi sang quietly as he spun, a childhood bliss returning to his heart, as the light snow coated everything within it's reach. He was suddenly hit by a wave of exsastion. Swaying towards where he'd left the mat, he sat, then lay, down and closed his eyes, smiling at the light snowflakes that kissed his cheeks, neck, and mouth, and wished that they weren't just snowflakes. He wished for someone to love him. But he knew, deep down, that the person that he loved would never return his love. New tears froze on his cheeks as he stiffled a sob, turning over, and burying his face in his sleeves. Gently falling asleep. And that's how he was when Sakito found him, partially covered in snow. ------------------------------------------------------------------- "Geh, your heavy Miyabi-chan!" Sakito muttered, dragging the unconcious Miyabi up the front stairs of his apartment. When he got into the lobby, he quickly dragged the guitarist through into the elevator. "Itsu no ma ni ka machi no naka ni juunigatsu no awatadashi saga a fure Chisa na te o mo rinagara daisetsu na hito no namae o yobu" Sakito let out a little laugh as he heard the melodic voice of the old vocalist for Malice Mizer sing his new single, 12Gatsu no Love Song. When had Gackt turned into a popstar and elevator singer? Sakito was still laughing quietly as he dragged Miyabi through the door of his apartment, took of his shoes, and flumped the unconcious boy down on the couch. "What did you do to yourself, Miyabi-chan?" Sakito whispered, brushing the snow out of the black hair and lightly brushing his cheek with the back of his fingers. He felt the frozen tears there, the rain had melted. Frozen tears. Why had he been crying? Sakito thought to himself as he started to lift Miyabi up and cradling him gently in his arms as he walked into his room and place him down on the bed that was in there. Sakito looked at him for a moment, pondering on what he should do. Scratching the back of his head in embarrasment, he knelt down and started to unzip the now completely wet and soaked thru black sweatshirt/coat/thing and threw it to the floor with a flump. Sakito's eyes bugged out. Miyabi had been a nut and worn one of his sleeveless black shirts under, along with long, baggy and loosely fitting black pants that hung off his hips. "What am i going to do with you Miyabi-chan?" he whispered, running his hands under Miyabi's shirt, parting it from the owner's cold skin. Miyabi shivered as the cold air reached his even colder skin, and curled into a protective ball unconsiously. Sakito laughed quietly, before picking him up and carrying him towards the bathroom and setting him down on the toilet while filling the tub with hot water. The water! The boiling water! "SHIT!" quickly running out to the kitchen, Sakito was confronted with a mess of steam, gurgling-ness, and a busted pan on the floor of his kitchen. Sakito muttered death threats at his oven as he attempted to turn it off. Grumble. He heard a quiet splashing in the distance. "SHIT!! Miyabi!" Running back to the bathroom, he found that the tub had started to overflow with comfortably hot water. Miyabi was still perched on the toilet, head lolling a bit to one side. Running through the thin layer of water on the floor and being careful not to slip, he quickly turned off the facet and cleared the drain in the washing area. (Mako: Aye, this be one of those traditional baths where there's a little place to wash and clean, and then the REALLY deep bath tub in which you soak until you're 'bout as red as a lobster. So the water pretty much just over flowed into the washing area. Yeah. one of those) Turning back to Miyabi, he found that the guitarist was watching him through half lidded eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "Saki-chan funny." he slurred, leaning foreward a little, which ended with him being caught in Sakito's arms, and pulled down to the floor. "Miyabi-chan, Miyabi-chan. How did you get in such a mess? Come on, help me get your pants off." Sakito ended with a slight blush. He could always blame it on the heat. Yeah, the heat. "Kisumi.....snow....snow song....flowers......my pants...?" Miyabi looked at him quizically, before standing up with Sakito's help and taking off the later parts of his pants and boxers. Sakito blushed as he watched the leith guitarist stretch and asked for assistance into the steaming tub. Once he was in, the water to his neck, he leaned his head back, and closed his eyes once more. "Saki-chan, I love your baths..." he mumbled, sinking a bit lower into the water. Sakito just sat there, watching the now sleeping guitarist get the body heat that he'd lost back into his body. His eyes popped open all of the sudden, watching as Sakito was watching him. "Nee, Saki-chan?" he reached out of the bath, "Want to join me? There's enough-" *Yawn* "-room in here for two..." Sakito just stared for a second, before brushing Miyabi's bangs out of his child like face and getting up. Miyabi's dark, playful eyes followed his every move as he turned to undress. Miyabi's eyes lingered on Sakito's thin body as he moved to make some room in the large tub for the vocalist. His movement was still a bit limited and very choppy and wobbly. When Sakito was finally bum-naked, he crawled into the tub, and leaned against the back of it, wrapping an arm around Miyabi's shoulders and pulling him closer. Miyabi blushed furiously as he felt that arm linger on his shoulders, before leaning back and resting his head on Sakito's shoulder, savoring the moment and closing his eyes. His eyes shot open with a flash as music started to waft through the room. He looked around through his still blurry vision and finally spotted the small radio that was hooked to the wall near the tub. It was playing the end of "Snow Flower", by Plastic Tree. Miyabi had never met the vocalist, Ryutarou, but had heard a good number of stories about him being a psycic/psyco/druggy, but he doubted most of them. His voice was soft, and almost child like. Miyabi leaned back on Sakito's chest. "If the snow would only continue to fall a little longer colour will soon be ...behold... turned colourless" the song ended, and Miyabi was fast asleep again, gently breath teasing Sakito's neck, as he gently wrapped his arms around the slumbering guitarist and picked him up. Stepping out of the large bathtub with another person in his arms proved difficult, but he managed to defeat his bad day, and carried Miyabi back into his bedroom and placed him down on the big bed and tucked him in. Sitting on the side of the bed, he wondered what Miyabi would say if he found him sleeping next to him in the morning? He gently brushed Miyabi's bangs out of his eyes, and bent closer to kiss him lightly on the forehead, before getting up and turning off the lights. Whatever happened in the morning happened. Crawling under the big warm blankets, he found the sleeping Miyabi and pulled him closer towards his body. Wrapping his arms around him, he tensed when he felt the black head start to move. Move closer towards him. Wrap him in his own arms, and lean on his chest once more. Sakito unintentionally kissed the top of his head, before resting his head on it and falling into deep slumber, the man who had caught his heart on the down fall in his arms. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Cracking his eyes open, Miyabi was only slightly blinded by the bright sunlight that was flitting through the large window across from the bed. Snow still covered everything in a crystal wonderland, and silence crept through every crack. Breathing. He tensed, forgetting where he was and who he was with. He looked up and gave a sigh of relief as he found Sakito's face inches from his. Reaching up, he gently played with Sakito's bangs, before running his fingers down the side of his cheek and across the soft pink lips. The lips cracked a smile, and he quickly looked up to see one of Sakito's dark, almost black, brown eyes watching him. He gave a small smile, then blushed as he felt Sakito's hand travel from it's resting place around his waist to his chin, tilting it up. Miyabi looked into those dark pools for a long time as Sakito looked into his, feeling the soft gush of breath against his lips. Running his tounge over his lips unconsiously, Miyabi watched (kinda bewitched, nee? ^_^;) as Sakito lowered his lips to Miyabi's in a soft, almost innocent kiss. They started with butterfly kisses, but they grew into more passionate kisses as Sakito ran his tounge lightly over Miyabi's lower lip, asking for entrance, which it recieved. Exploring it's new playground, Sakito's tounge met up with Miyabi's tounge, playing gently with it as their lips moved slowly with each other in a kind of dance. Miyabi twirled the digits of his fingers in the now short blue hair a the back of Sakito's head, causing a small gasp from the vocalist. Sakito pulled him closer, then started to run his hand down Miyabi's back. The kiss ended as they both found that they could not breath through each other, and so they sat there, half an inch apart, catching their breath and smiling at each other. "I take it you feel better, Miyabi-chan?" "Hai, i do. But i'd still like to stay in bed all day, nee?" Miyabi winked. "And i want you in here with me." the vocalist to blushed as Miyabi's hand caressed his cheek softly. Sakito suddenly smiled. "Anything you want me to do, Miyabi-chan." ------------------------------------------------------------------ Owari! Tada. there ya have it. my second Due le Quartz fic ^^;; You want a lemon?? Huh? *holds up one of Lemon-chan's babies* Here's a lemon! Go! GO FETCH!! *chucks the lemon down the hill* You want a lemon, you write a lemon! please review, comment, critisize, bitch, and moan to me! ^_______^ *prods you with some pocky* i'm just wasting my time so i don't have to work on my LA homework ^^; *hides from the people who want her to work on Kimi no Plane* Working on it! Working on it!! AH!! O_O!! -Mako

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