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kriszethTitle: Everybody loves an accident
Pairing : nishikato
Notes: I tweaked the lyrics to fit the story, so I hope is not considered copyright infringement or something. THIS IS NOT A SONGFIC. Just saying.
Summary: Ryo, the wannabe rockstar, works in a dive. Where he meets this jaded, sarcastic and love-is-a-waste-of-time college student, Shige. Angst ensues and so, Ryo writes him a song. Then ...
They've spent all evening at the ++++ doing run troughs and checking stage lights and cringing at sound checks gone awry. Theirs is a mix of dreading anxiousness and breathless anticipation in the small stage, crowded with instruments and fumbling men.
Scouts, Baru, Scouts!, he can hear Yasuda's shrill whispering and glances his way. He looks as if he's ready to throw up, his skin turning a little green and his eyes as wide as platters. It'd make Ryo laugh if he wasn't equally (or more) nervous, though his reasons differ.
Ryo dries his sweaty palms on the rough denim of his washed jeans, guitar already in place as he turns back to tuning it, though he has lost count on how many times he's done so. It' grounds him a little, makes sure he isn't sweep away by the buzz in his veins and the pulse in his ears, tweaking the tuning knobs and plucking a few experimental chords while his mind wanders, paying less and less attention to what's around him until eventually everything and everyone fades out.
"He's here" someone whispers in his ear, making him jump a little. There's a soft chuckle and then a pat on his shoulder to apologize for startling him. Ryo looks up first at Okhura, who squeezes his shoulder in support and after a nod indicating him where to, Ryo turns towards the counter, and there he is, firmly placed on a stool and already chatting up Yamapi, the barman.
Ryo imagines him asking for one of those ridiculously girly drinks he likes to appear distinguished (which he is), but only make him look more out of place in this dive. Ryo's knuckles wring he neck of his guitar when the young man seems to be having fun (if his smile is anything to go by) with someone who is not him and he's really got it bad, hasn't he? Ryo needs to find a way Out or In. Which one will you choose?
This got to end.
"Ready?" Hina asks, expression troubled, so Ryo smiles and nods, trying to conceal the light tremble in his fingers. Subaru, always the most perceptive, begins herding the band down the makeshift stage. Every member gives him an encouraging pat before mingling with the regular patrons.
Ryo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, opening them again when the usually noisy crowd begins quietening down. He nods when the barman looks over to him and the lights dim even more. Yamapi's smile the last thing he sees before a single reflector blinds him.
"First of all, I want to say... this is not a fucking bohemian bar or whatever those places are called" Ryo's gruff voice confides into his microphone, receiving laughs and catcalls. It makes Ryo smile; maybe this won't end up in disaster, right? "We don't come here to listen to bubble pop lyrics some sniveling idiot wrote or cheesy love songs, sipping Colombian coffee from a china set and spitting holier-than-thou shit that no one understands."
"We come here for the beer and the good ol' rock music!" Ryo yells, and a cheer erupts among the present. It makes Ryo smirk, but it fades slowly with the crowd noise. "But sometimes... Sometimes, even Rockstars write cheesy love songs like any other sniveling idiot..."
There's a pause, colored with the stray cough within the mass shrouded in darkness and Ryo shifts feeling awkward, suddenly shy.
"So, I wrote this song. It's not really cheesy, because I'm not a cheesy kind of man, but... this is the way in which I find how to express my feelings for this person. Who is here right now, so... as this is your song, listen to it carefully" he finishes in a bossy tone, simply because he is Nishikido Ryo, the Sexy Osaka Man, and then adds: "Please."
The intro is tricky and fast paced, but his fingers move over the guitar's strings with skill. Ryo closes his eyes, let's the music talk for him. That's when the memories assault him, reminders in sepia jumping back and forth.
I think I'm in a jealous rage
I'm probably not the easiest one to live with either
There's nothing worse than bitterness just splashed across the page
I don't think that either one of us are fit to be alive
Anger. The beginning. Undiluted bitterness. Banter and sarcasm that soon turns into lust and a one-night-stand that turns into so much more.
Oh, he'd just shut up and do what he does best
Show a little bit of skin, but keep it all when he's undressed
And doesn't he know that he is doing it all wrong
You can't tell a joke, yeah, while I'm listening to your song
Hard and fast. Dirty and desperate. Hot and cold. Sin tangled into sheets, sweat beading into feverish skin, salty kisses and clever tongue, a flirty smirk. Grunts and moans. Hips jerking erratically until they come to a stuttering stop. Pure and undiluted pleasure.
All of this talking and all of this chatter is making me sick
Even though they say it doesn't matter
Let's do it in a room or maybe we should stay apart
Or maybe words are meant a mile, yeah, let's fuck with their hearts
"And remember, no feelings attached"
There's no reason to change
So let's watch everybody bleed
Cause everybody loves an accident
And everybody loves what they read
Ryo can feel the heated stare, almost incensed, on him and he knows how his song can be taken, but he still hopes. Ryo hopes he can be understood, because by now, he would understand... wouldn't he?
I think he's gonna be a big star
A voice of social change to rearrange the worlds perspective
But there's nothing better than watching him go down
He could pick up a habit or get in trouble that might be affective
The barest sense of anonymity, just another dark corner in the bar, two figures dappled in shadows, grinding and groping until a hand pushes him gently to his knees (oh, the irony!), hazy eyes that darken in understanding, teasing touches, too much clothes and not enough contact. A mouth, full lips red with kisses and Ryo can almost feel that tongue, his moan drowned by the loud music and the tump-tump-tump ofhis heartthe bass until a warm, tight, wet heat envelopes him.
Oh, if he'd just shut off his conscience for one day
And take a cue from all of us and give us a song we can really play
Doesn't he know he's going down and going down fast?
If he keeps on being difficult, he'll always come in last
Shame. Cheeks dark with embarrassment and eyes full of regret. Pulling on clothes with jerky movements, barely the stutter of a "Sorry" before he pulls away, almost running. Not looking back.
All of this talking and all of this chatter is making me sick
Even though they say it doesn't matter
Let's do it in a room or maybe we should stay apart
Lets take away the stars and give while enough a add-on
He's calling for backup but I'm strong enough to take that phone
No man here needs to change
So lets go all have a beer
Cause everybody loves an accident
And everybody loves what they hear
"This won't happen again"
Two sides working together
And working against one another
Two bad souls are destroyed
It's the nature of business
You know how this part is
Make it or break it, is Ryo's motto and if he can't have him, if he can't make this thing between them work out, then he'll make sure that there's nothing left.
So, Ryo sings.
Oh look, they're losing all of their trust
Oh look, they're trying to bite the helping hand that feeds them
We put clothes on their backs and they try to take the money up front
Now they don't like what we're saying so let's up and leave them
We would have done what they are doing anyway
So this shit about taking in the souls and life's lasting misery
We're gonna take them down and do it on the front page
Watch those little crooks come crawling back on bended knees
Misunderstandings, differences, disappointments. Pride coming in the way. Jealousy. Not saying the things you really mean, neglecting what you really feel and then silence. Cold and indifferent silence.
All of this talking and all of this chatter is making me sick
Even though they say it doesn't matter
I'm becoming a bore. Now I am wasting ashore
Now I'm still broken but the subjects been spoken
'Cause nobody here really wants to change
But it sure is fun to advertise a fight
We're feeding off each other once again
But now neither one of us will give an inch until I break
Despair
I hope, I hope, I really hope
A mumble.
I hope, I hope, I hope
A prayer.
I hope
Ryo squeezes his eyes shut even when the last cords play (lest they tear), there's no need to open them anyway, because he's made his choice, whether he understood or not, he has made his choice.
And there are whistles and claps and chanting for more, more, more, but there can't be more. There is no more.
Shige's already gone.
Rewind
"So" Shige grunts and stumbles, almost falling down before his shoulder collides painfully with a wall. He adjusts his hold when Koyama trips over himself with a giggle and wonders how that is possible when his drunken friend is just standing in place. "So, dare I ask what prompted you to get drunk at―" a squint "ten on a week night?"
Not that Shige doesn't imagine the reason, but he sure as hell is regretting having told the barman his phone number after the nth time this had happened. Shige really doesn't understand what's so amazing about falling in love, mostly because he's not convinced love is worth the heartbreak, especially since he's the one that always ends up having to mend Koyama back into a semblance of his usual caring and nurturing self. Which is at fault for his very bad choice of girls.
It's not that the girls Koyama chooses are bad per se, only bad choices for Koyama's sensitive nature and glassware-caution heart.
Pairing : nishikato
Notes: I tweaked the lyrics to fit the story, so I hope is not considered copyright infringement or something. THIS IS NOT A SONGFIC. Just saying.
Summary: Ryo, the wannabe rockstar, works in a dive. Where he meets this jaded, sarcastic and love-is-a-waste-of-time college student, Shige. Angst ensues and so, Ryo writes him a song. Then ...
They've spent all evening at the ++++ doing run troughs and checking stage lights and cringing at sound checks gone awry. Theirs is a mix of dreading anxiousness and breathless anticipation in the small stage, crowded with instruments and fumbling men.
Scouts, Baru, Scouts!, he can hear Yasuda's shrill whispering and glances his way. He looks as if he's ready to throw up, his skin turning a little green and his eyes as wide as platters. It'd make Ryo laugh if he wasn't equally (or more) nervous, though his reasons differ.
Ryo dries his sweaty palms on the rough denim of his washed jeans, guitar already in place as he turns back to tuning it, though he has lost count on how many times he's done so. It' grounds him a little, makes sure he isn't sweep away by the buzz in his veins and the pulse in his ears, tweaking the tuning knobs and plucking a few experimental chords while his mind wanders, paying less and less attention to what's around him until eventually everything and everyone fades out.
"He's here" someone whispers in his ear, making him jump a little. There's a soft chuckle and then a pat on his shoulder to apologize for startling him. Ryo looks up first at Okhura, who squeezes his shoulder in support and after a nod indicating him where to, Ryo turns towards the counter, and there he is, firmly placed on a stool and already chatting up Yamapi, the barman.
Ryo imagines him asking for one of those ridiculously girly drinks he likes to appear distinguished (which he is), but only make him look more out of place in this dive. Ryo's knuckles wring he neck of his guitar when the young man seems to be having fun (if his smile is anything to go by) with someone who is not him and he's really got it bad, hasn't he? Ryo needs to find a way Out or In. Which one will you choose?
This got to end.
"Ready?" Hina asks, expression troubled, so Ryo smiles and nods, trying to conceal the light tremble in his fingers. Subaru, always the most perceptive, begins herding the band down the makeshift stage. Every member gives him an encouraging pat before mingling with the regular patrons.
Ryo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, opening them again when the usually noisy crowd begins quietening down. He nods when the barman looks over to him and the lights dim even more. Yamapi's smile the last thing he sees before a single reflector blinds him.
"First of all, I want to say... this is not a fucking bohemian bar or whatever those places are called" Ryo's gruff voice confides into his microphone, receiving laughs and catcalls. It makes Ryo smile; maybe this won't end up in disaster, right? "We don't come here to listen to bubble pop lyrics some sniveling idiot wrote or cheesy love songs, sipping Colombian coffee from a china set and spitting holier-than-thou shit that no one understands."
"We come here for the beer and the good ol' rock music!" Ryo yells, and a cheer erupts among the present. It makes Ryo smirk, but it fades slowly with the crowd noise. "But sometimes... Sometimes, even Rockstars write cheesy love songs like any other sniveling idiot..."
There's a pause, colored with the stray cough within the mass shrouded in darkness and Ryo shifts feeling awkward, suddenly shy.
"So, I wrote this song. It's not really cheesy, because I'm not a cheesy kind of man, but... this is the way in which I find how to express my feelings for this person. Who is here right now, so... as this is your song, listen to it carefully" he finishes in a bossy tone, simply because he is Nishikido Ryo, the Sexy Osaka Man, and then adds: "Please."
The intro is tricky and fast paced, but his fingers move over the guitar's strings with skill. Ryo closes his eyes, let's the music talk for him. That's when the memories assault him, reminders in sepia jumping back and forth.
I'm probably not the easiest one to live with either
There's nothing worse than bitterness just splashed across the page
I don't think that either one of us are fit to be alive
Anger. The beginning. Undiluted bitterness. Banter and sarcasm that soon turns into lust and a one-night-stand that turns into so much more.
Show a little bit of skin, but keep it all when he's undressed
And doesn't he know that he is doing it all wrong
You can't tell a joke, yeah, while I'm listening to your song
Hard and fast. Dirty and desperate. Hot and cold. Sin tangled into sheets, sweat beading into feverish skin, salty kisses and clever tongue, a flirty smirk. Grunts and moans. Hips jerking erratically until they come to a stuttering stop. Pure and undiluted pleasure.
Even though they say it doesn't matter
Let's do it in a room or maybe we should stay apart
Or maybe words are meant a mile, yeah, let's fuck with their hearts
"And remember, no feelings attached"
So let's watch everybody bleed
Cause everybody loves an accident
And everybody loves what they read
Ryo can feel the heated stare, almost incensed, on him and he knows how his song can be taken, but he still hopes. Ryo hopes he can be understood, because by now, he would understand... wouldn't he?
A voice of social change to rearrange the worlds perspective
But there's nothing better than watching him go down
He could pick up a habit or get in trouble that might be affective
The barest sense of anonymity, just another dark corner in the bar, two figures dappled in shadows, grinding and groping until a hand pushes him gently to his knees (oh, the irony!), hazy eyes that darken in understanding, teasing touches, too much clothes and not enough contact. A mouth, full lips red with kisses and Ryo can almost feel that tongue, his moan drowned by the loud music and the tump-tump-tump of
And take a cue from all of us and give us a song we can really play
Doesn't he know he's going down and going down fast?
If he keeps on being difficult, he'll always come in last
Shame. Cheeks dark with embarrassment and eyes full of regret. Pulling on clothes with jerky movements, barely the stutter of a "Sorry" before he pulls away, almost running. Not looking back.
Even though they say it doesn't matter
Let's do it in a room or maybe we should stay apart
Lets take away the stars and give while enough a add-on
He's calling for backup but I'm strong enough to take that phone
No man here needs to change
So lets go all have a beer
Cause everybody loves an accident
And everybody loves what they hear
"This won't happen again"
And working against one another
Two bad souls are destroyed
It's the nature of business
You know how this part is
Make it or break it, is Ryo's motto and if he can't have him, if he can't make this thing between them work out, then he'll make sure that there's nothing left.
So, Ryo sings.
Oh look, they're trying to bite the helping hand that feeds them
We put clothes on their backs and they try to take the money up front
Now they don't like what we're saying so let's up and leave them
We would have done what they are doing anyway
So this shit about taking in the souls and life's lasting misery
We're gonna take them down and do it on the front page
Watch those little crooks come crawling back on bended knees
Misunderstandings, differences, disappointments. Pride coming in the way. Jealousy. Not saying the things you really mean, neglecting what you really feel and then silence. Cold and indifferent silence.
Even though they say it doesn't matter
I'm becoming a bore. Now I am wasting ashore
Now I'm still broken but the subjects been spoken
'Cause nobody here really wants to change
But it sure is fun to advertise a fight
We're feeding off each other once again
But now neither one of us will give an inch until I break
Despair
A mumble.
A prayer.
Ryo squeezes his eyes shut even when the last cords play (lest they tear), there's no need to open them anyway, because he's made his choice, whether he understood or not, he has made his choice.
And there are whistles and claps and chanting for more, more, more, but there can't be more. There is no more.
Shige's already gone.
Rewind
"So" Shige grunts and stumbles, almost falling down before his shoulder collides painfully with a wall. He adjusts his hold when Koyama trips over himself with a giggle and wonders how that is possible when his drunken friend is just standing in place. "So, dare I ask what prompted you to get drunk at―" a squint "ten on a week night?"
Not that Shige doesn't imagine the reason, but he sure as hell is regretting having told the barman his phone number after the nth time this had happened. Shige really doesn't understand what's so amazing about falling in love, mostly because he's not convinced love is worth the heartbreak, especially since he's the one that always ends up having to mend Koyama back into a semblance of his usual caring and nurturing self. Which is at fault for his very bad choice of girls.
It's not that the girls Koyama chooses are bad per se, only bad choices for Koyama's sensitive nature and glassware-caution heart.
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