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The Answer

Toru x Taka

*There might be some mistakes in words or grammar, please forgive me. English is not my first language. I just write it for fun.

Warnings: None

Summary: The moment I rang the doorbell, I knew that I already had the answer of love in my heart.

In the past, we were young. At the age when I should be in the prime of life, I lowered my head. The pressure was stuck on my shoulder like an enormous mountain, and I couldn't breathe. The rehearsal that day was ended because of the mistakes that were made by the guitarist. He often played a wrong note before my voice came out. In the chorus he couldn't keep up with the drum beat. As the lead singer, I was also angry. So I saw everything was going wrong, then I put the microphone on the ground, opened the door, rushed out, put on the cap, and kicked the chair in the corridor. There's no difference between now and a few minutes ago, right? It's the time of the teenage rebellion. I walked along the street with the cool wind to watch the cars and the passerby. I can ignite the flames in different tracks of my life. I sigh with emotion about that even just now, then, my anger has been reduced in half.

As a result, I still didn't have the courage to sing. No, I was just afraid to look up. I was arrogant in the rehearsal room, but I lost my voice completely in the performance in the evening. Countless pairs of eyes stared at me. My confidence evaporated as I sang notes to the drum beat. When I returned to the present moment, the guitarist played wrong again. Well, although I wouldn't get into the strike for a while, the guitarist still played poorly as always. Why did that man keep staring at me. In retrospect, he also came to the last performance. I wonder what's his name.

Boring. It's really annoying. But it's too annoying to speak out. That man followed me to the backstage. He walked faster and faster. When I got to the cold white corridor, he patted my shoulder and said his name was Yamashita Toru. He also commented on my voice like a stupid teacher. He's just a teenaged child, but he made him look like he was older than me. Yamashita told me that it was a pity that I had been singing with my head down.

It's a pity, I think so. I didn't know how many times I was denied, but I also denied myself in the performance which ended just now - staring at the floor and reading the inflexible lyrics. What he said to me - I was encouraged? It seems that he said so last time. It's suspicious. I looked at him askance, there was no evil intention in his eyes, maybe. I asked him if he wanted to invite me to be the lead singer of his band again. He nodded and just wanted to say something, I interrupted him directly:

“Just don't ask me again. I won't go.”

Yamashita was stunned. He raised his hand and put it down again. He put the piece of paper with contact information in my hand again - just like last time.

“Please reconsider it. Your voice is really distinctive. I really appreciate it.”

Here we go again. He began to point out like a great master once again, which made me realize that he must be a stiff, lifeless and difficult guy to deal with. No, he's actually a repulsive handsome guy. I'd rather not accept his suggestion.

I replied with an okay and walked away.

The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time, this guy said the same thing, and the place and words did not even change. I admired his willpower. It's better to spend this effort to please the lovely girls. The same answer sent him away. I didn't know when he would come again.

I haven't cried for a long time, but I'm crying now. I couldn't write lyrics and melodies. The guitarist who is so bad at his ability is still urging me to make comments everywhere. I should have been angry with him directly, but I shut myself up. And now I'm crying alone.

When can I live through this period of time? I ate instant noodles bucket by bucket, and there were lots of waste paper everywhere. I can't overcome the shortcoming of singing with my head down. It seemed that fewer and fewer people came to see the performance, and my life might not last. My mind was full of chagrin and the thoughts of not resigning.

The pressure was too much to breathe.

The audience's evaluation was as important to me as life. Therefore, I received a variety of different impressions and mixed feelings.

With wiping tears, I found the note with the bad handwriting from the wastebasket.

“Hey, is your band still hiring?”

The person on the other end of the phone laughed. And that was the first time I heard his laughter.

The coffee cup bottomed out and bitterness spread in my mouth for countless times. Toru, who was sitting at the next to me, was trying to create a set of chords, and I drew a big wrong mark at the note just now. I scratched my head and listened to the little tune that the guitarist hummed at random. Suddenly I had an idea.

He asked me why I was suddenly inspired.

I said that because the gods felt pity for me as I couldn't get an new idea for long time, they knocked my head, which directly inspired me.

I didn't know how I finished this speech with a serious face, nor did I know how Toru listened to me with a serious face.

It's really annoying. I was inspired just because of you. Why don't you understand?

The moment before I got the answer, I was still thinking. What is love on earth, the problem that bothered me for a long time in my youth. The search engines were useless. On second thought, if this problem could be solved by Google, those so-called “love experts” and “emotional mentors” on the Internet would lose their jobs immediately. At least for the sake of other people's career, I deleted the typing box.

Rebelliously changing girlfriends frequently, my heart is like a tangle, inextricably intertwined. I have been living alone for many years, and turned internal friction into power time and time again, but the exhaustion of fuel let me feel dead beat.

What is love? Love is not as beautiful as I heard before. Loving someone with kindness and be loved with warm. Looking back on the rare and uncontrollable feeling in my heart, when was the last time I yearned to be loved and cared about others? Not the cheers of the audience, nor the signs of progress in the song creation process.

While pondering, the ringing of the telephone startled me.

“I just had a brilliant idea. Is it okay for you to come here now? Or else I'll record a demo of the guitar and send it to you first.”

Covering my heart where the blood was flowing rapidly, I looked at the clock, tilted my head and held the phone next to my ear, then got up to put on my coat.

The moment I hung up, I recalled the scribbled handwriting on countless pieces of wasted paper.

Except for the unnamed notes, it is his name.

The moment I rang the doorbell, I knew that I already had the answer of love in my heart.

Fin.

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Living dolls

Toru x Taka

*There might be some mistakes in words or grammar, please forgive me. English is not my first language. I just write it for fun.

Warnings: None

Summary:

-"君は操り人形じゃなくて仆だけのものだったんだ。"

-"You are not a doll manipulated by anyone.You belong to me only."

Still accompanied by the fanatical screams of fans, Taka waved to the audience. Even with a microphone, he still shouted loudly, insisted on exhausting his physical strength, thanked the fans, and then followed other members back to the backstage.

"Ah, it's so hot, so hot. Where's the water?" While holding the clothes on his chest with his right hand to fan, he wiped the sweat on his forehead with his left hand. The stuffy room was crowded with four members of the band and several staffs. The air was heated up. Taka raised his eyes and frowned, and he could see the shaky appearance of the sweat drops.

And Toru needed water too. He took the mineral water from the staff and drank it. After each live, his body lost water like a sponge after being squeezed. He didn't know that on the side, Taka, who was just talking to himself, was quietly looking at his side face. In ordinary times, Toru is sure to feel the strange feeling of his cheeks. People are always like this. The place they are staring at always feels a little strange, but their eyes just fall straight there. They want to get rid of and deceive themselves, but they can't deny this strong sense of existence. It's just like the love between Taka and Toru. But it looked like Taka's head was still immersed in the exciting stage. And because of this, Taka was able to look at it for a while, then slowly lower his head, which was full of the perfect side face of Toru.

Taka was thinking about it even while sitting in the car.

"Standing in front of me and doing that on purpose, what the hell was going on with him!" Taka leaned against the window and talked to himself. His forehead touched the cold glass according to the inertia and his body shook.

Outside the window. The flourishing city and the dim lights mixed up with each other.

"Don't you want to have a rest now Mori-chan?" Ryota knocked on the glass and asked.

"No I don't...I'll upload some videos I just took to Instagram."

Toru opened the instagram secretly.

"Well, well, I thought someone would have a rest with me... Hey, Tomoya fell asleep first. I'm offline."

The conversation stopped stopped suddenly.All of a sudden, Taka's mobile phone received a message:

"Won't you send instagram?"

That guy sent it.

Taka felt a little dizzy, many spots appeared in front of him and suddenly disappeared. When his mind came back, Toru had already sat next to him.

"Toru..."

"Yes."

The bassist and the drummer were enjoying their dreams, while Taka and Toru were sitting side by side, slowly feeling the condensation of time.

Taka didn't know what to say now. Whether something like:"You worked hard today..."or"Hey, would you like something to eat later?" They all seemed a little stiff.

"Instagram." Toru's sudden voice made Taka shook.

"?"

"... you aren't going to send it?"

"Yes...I'll send it... But before that," Taka held the right hand of Toru, "stay with me for a while."

"Doing things unexpectedly really can make someone annoyed." They entwined their fingers with each other and they both thought like this. Toru turned his head and kissed the kitten gently on the forehead.

"Okay."

He's always so silent.Taka recalled the day when they first started dating, Toru was just like this. He didn't talk on the surface, which made Taka think that this person didn't love him. "If I hadn't met my favorite guitarist, I don't even know where to live. " Taka thought about this when he turned his face to Toru.

"I love you." Taka said so.

"Yes." Toru replied.

"You just say 'Yes', do you love me or not?!"

"Love."

"Is it difficult for you to say a few more words???" Toru had no choice but to endure the complaints without anger. Then he twisted the panting Taka and kissed him. It is a kiss which was made of 50% possessive and 50% care. This made Taka blushed. Only the right hand wanted to pushed Toru's chest away, but the little vocalist who has just been alive on the stage would no longer waste his energy when he saw that the situation has been settled.

The lips were close to each other, the lingering love filled up their minds and hearts.The tongue broke through the gate and tasted the delicious dessert carefully.Toru unconsciously put his hand at the back of Taka's head to shorten the distance between them. They savored each other slowly, and it seemed to have a sparkle between them. It's too close to take a look at the attractive eyelashes of Taka, the person in Toru's arms.

Until the oxygen was run out of, the silver silk fell into the abyss.

These were all unbeknown.

"Don't kiss me without saying a word!"

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize!"

"Keep your voice down, or else they will hear us."

These were all unbeknown.

"Just pick a good time to tell Ryota and Tomoya." Taka and Toru leaned against each other with such thoughts. The car wheels were still rolling and time didn't stop.

"I'm so tired." Taka murmured in a weak voice, "I was thinking that, if I didn't meet you, what am I doing now? Ah, maybe I died somewhere people don't even know. But since I became famous, like now, I'm so tired."

Toru gently stroked Taka's face which had some thin sweat on it. He felt like he was comforting a little kitten, although he knew it was strange to think about this now.

"Lean on me and sleep."

"I can't sleep now."

"Calm down, I know all of this, so just take a good nap and I'll call you up when we get to our destination."

-"君は操り人形じゃなくて仆だけのものだったんだ。"

-"You are not a doll manipulated by anyone.You belong to me only."

Toru suddenly thought of this lyrics, which he created by himself.

"Good night, remember to call me up."

"Good night."

Another kiss fell on their lips.

Fin.

Notes:

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