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Something About the Snow: Lullabyes in the Cold	By : scarecrowslady Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > D Views: 828 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know D OR Miyavi. This is a work of fiction - and I do not gain anything from it!

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- 1-Something About the Snow: Lullabyes in the Cold
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I don't own these people. This is not a biography or anything. :) This is just cheer up material for mikazuki_chan who is sick!
Could be considered a sequel to "Goodbye". Also, conversely, could be considered an AU, possibility ending for our RPs... :) But gosh knows where mikazuki_chan and I will end up.
Feel better, Mika!

Something About the Snow: Lullabyes in the Cold
It had snowed, Hide-zou pressed against his apartment window, couldn't believe his eyes.... It had snowed! Not that he hadn't seen snow before, but the guitarist loved winters when his world turned white. Christmas... that didn't really matter in the long run.
Besides, the bouncy guitarist sighed. This year, is going to be like every year. Parties, parties and more eating and drinking... and nothing else attained. It'll be the same...
His cell vibrated. Pulling it out of his pocket, flipping it open, Hide-zou blinked at the name.

Ruiza...
Pressing the button, he lifted the phone tentatively to his ear.
"Hey."

"Hide-zou," the blonde's voice seemed... worried. "I've been trying to call you for the past TWO hours - what were you doing?"

Hide-zou blinked.

"Two hours?"

"TWO HOURS! I was... worried..."

"Worried..." Hide-zou repeated blankly. "About what..."

"Doesn't matter now," Ruiza said hurriedly. "What's up anyway?"

"I was... sleeping... and contemplating..."

"Hanging out with me?"

"Well... sure..."
Ruiza's sigh rattled over the phone.
"You don't seem so enthused."

"I was going to..." Hide-zou shrugged, turning to stare out the window. "Practice. Or go for a walk... to the park..."

"The park?"

"Yeah."

"You said that the last time and you ended up stalking Asagi."

"That was..." Hide-zou shrugged lamely, letting the his sentence trail away. "Before..."
Ruiza said nothing for a moment, then: "Well... I'm at home. Come and join me. I want some help with my new game. You said you finished it before. These samurai games always stump me..."
Hide-zou couldn't help but grin.

"Sure."

"See ya then, I -" Ruiza stopped. "Never mind."

"Sure."

"Be safe."

"Yeah."

"Don't do something stupid."

"Got it."

"If you -"

"I said I got it."

"'Kay... Right... Then..." Ruiza trailed off reluctantly. "I'll go then..."

"See ya," Hide-zou forced some cheer into his voice and hung up quickly.
Pulling on some old mittens dug out of his closet and a mismatched toque, Hide-zou snagged his only acoustic and headed out the door. A walk in the park, feeling the mildly clean fresh air... Maybe he'd strike lucky and find a quiet spot to think and play...
After forty-five minutes of looking, Hide-zou found a nice spot under some trees in one of the smaller parks. Kids were running around crazily in the distance, tired parents watching apathetically. He sat there, watching puffs of cold disappear in front of his nose, enjoying the relative quiet, enjoying the cold. Still... sitting there wasn't doing a thing for him.

It's odd... to be so restless on a perfect day like this...
Slinging his guitar off, Hide-zou found a cleaned bench to sit on, and propping his guitar on his knee, absentmindedly plucked at the strings. A couple chords of Kuon came to mind and then petered off... followed by his Shinsengumi song back during his own stint as lead vocalist for his band...

Back when... life seemed so full of promise and now...
Stupid. That's what it is, Hide-zou. Stupid. You have Ruiza in the palm of your hand for the taking.
And yet...
He sighed, propping his chin on his hand and guitar. Now... life seems so empty. Ruiza said it would get better. We're going major now... this is no time to get depressed over some stupid crush.
Hide-zou played a few more chords disconsolantly.
WHAP!
His head whipped forward and banged on his guitar as something hard hit the back of his head. Casting his guitar hastily into its case, Hide-zou whipped around -
WHAP!
Open to yell some swear words, his mouth was suddenly filled with wet, gross tasting snow. Gagging and sputtering, Hide-zou shook his head.
"What the hell -" he coughed, wiping his eyes, nose and mouth free of the snow. "Hey! Idiot! There's ice in those!"
"Ahhh! Sorry! Sorry! Hide-zou-kun!" chirped a not-so-sorry, cheerful voice.
A not-so-sorry, cheerful voice which sounded horribly familiar. Hide-zou rubbed his eyes, trying to ignore the clammy dampness on his cheeks. Wrapping his measly scarf around tighter, he looked up.

Ah... That was it...
"Miyavi-san," he said with some suprise. "What a... pleasure it is... to, um... see you... here..." He cocked his head at the famous singer garishly dressed in some bizarre winter wear. It hurt the eyes to look at Miyavi.
Hide-zou wondered yet again what it was that Asagi saw in the spastic artist.

Besides a bizarre sense of dress which rivals Asagi-san...
"What're you doing here?"

"Playing!" Miyavi giggled and bounced off to collect some more snow balls. "Let's have a fight."

"A fight?" asked Hide-zou nonplussed. Then he slowly grinned. "You do know who you are challenging?"

"Yeah," Miyavi laughed. "I heard. From Ruiza-kun." He winked. "But I'm good enough for you, right?"

"Of course..." Hide-zou shut his case, propped it on the bench and found a strategic spot between two trees. "Five minutes preperation time and then it's war."

"I'll see you there for sure!" crowed Miyavi and raced off, darting here, there and everywhere, gathering snowballs.
Hide-zou shook his head at the erratic choices of his opponent. He paused mid-snow ball roll.

So random... Perhaps that is what is attractive...
WHAP!
Snow impacted on his forehead, decorating the aquamarine toque.
"Hey! Five minutes, I said!" Hide-zou roared, laughter struggling to bubble out.

"It's been TEN!" Miyavi jumped up and down. "C'mon! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!"

"It's not been FIVE," Hide-zou lobbed two snow balls. One hit a whirling arm, the other missed, due to an impressive nosedive into a snow bank. "Get a BETTER WATCH!"

"Hide-zou-KUN! Are you saying I'm lying?"
Snow balls were now being passed back and forth randomly. Some hitting their target - others missing to find their mark in the snowy fields and the trees. And there in the cold, Hide-zou felt that heat again -
It was heady. And he wondered if that was what the samurai felt like - fighting against superior armies - knowing their end and yet, sticking to it...

Fire and passion about life and what was worth protecting...
I need to realize... what I want... What I really want is -
"RAAAAAAAAAWRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Hide-zou went down under a flying bundle of neon colored arms and legs - face first into the snow. He twisted around only to see a gigantic snowball of doom looming and then falling -

"Mi-phfffhhhhhpppfff-blech-pfffttthhh..." Hide-zou tried to prop himself up on his elbows to spit out the snow. Miyavi, still pinning the guitarist down, laughed, head back, hands on hips. "What's that all about?"

"You're funny, Hide-zou-kun!"

"You are weird."

Miyavi shrugged. "I'm happy."

"Hnh..."

"But you weren't... I was worried..."

"Eh?"

"Just a little," Miyavi rose and stretched, popping a few cricks. Hide-zou followed him to the park bench and sat down mutely. Miyavi flipped open the guitar case, pulled out the guitar and listened to the chords.

"You tune nicely," he smiled, eyes twinkling.

Hide-zou nodded with a quick smile. "Thanks."
A few chords filtered out into the cold air and then stopped. Miyavi started then stopped and then changed keys. And in the random melodies - Hide-zou was sure he heard Corvinus in there somewhere.... In the random melodies, he felt content.

If you like, I will stretch out this filthy hand of mine as far as you like.
We won't need a guide or anything, so let's walk together eyes closed.
Something had lodged in his chest and was working up his throat. It had been burning in his belly during the walk and during the snowball fight -
Hide-zou didn't know what to name it. So he sat there and thought in silence. Miyavi's soft voice started and then stopped - lyrical and frank. It was almost as if he was talking to the pensive guitarist.

What is it that I want? What is it that I lost and need to find again?

Did you know, that a knife hurts more when it is pulled than when it is stabbed?
And a flower, doesn't even know its own beauty its entire life.
Sad, huh?
He remembered Ruiza. Ruiza, who was sure had left over a dozen messages on his cell by now. And there was Asagi. Ever polite and understanding. Ever encouraging and full of praise. Even going major, here he was still - Here he was still a part of Asagi's dreams...

What else can a musician like myself want? And besides... I have to realize I lost this battle even before I started it...
Hide-zou's eyes wandered over Miyavi. The artist's nimble, tattoo decorated fingers flew over the strings, holding the guitar close, as if were a lover...

He had been worried... about me...

So it seems that I can't give you a kiss goodnight,
Sorry, therefore, I'll sing...
What I said is pretty stupid, right?...
"You were worried about me..." Hide-zou said hesitantly, unsure if Miyavi was going to even talk to him.
The singer was now crooning to himself, rocking back and forth, ignoring his companion. In his own little world... But then, the beautiful eyes opened and met Hide-zou's eyes.

If you give me a chance, apologize and I say...
[Girls, be ambitious].
Miyavi shrugged and grinned crookedly, leaning closely to Hide-zou, who smiled back tentatively. The guitarist for D bobbed his head encouragingly, but Miyavi didn't need permission...
He strummed away and the answered suddenly, "Well... a little... You've not been around..."
Asagi's lover hesitated.
"I was worried because of the silences. Asagi hasn't said anything. I think he hopes it will just resolve itself easily. With Ruiza around..."
The suggestion lingered in the air. Hide-zou stared down at his knotted fingers, which now blurred dangerously together.
"And?"
Miyavi sighed.
"I'm not blind." He smiled. "I understand too."

He grinned wickedly.

"Sometimes," his voice dropped to a whisper as if telling Hide-zou a big, dark secret. "I wish I could be there - like you - all the time, making music with Asagi. That would be ultimate, right?"

"Yeah..." Hide-zou nodded. "I guess... that's understandable..."

"But you know... we are all persons. Individuals. It is good that my road has gone this way. For me, that is best." He grins. "My fans would kill me anyway."

Hide-zou's laugh ended on a rather shaky note.

"That's true."

Miyavi nodded and focussed back on his guitar.

"The question for you, perhaps, is knowing where your road takes you. Right? Going major - you have been chosen right to walk that path. An invitation. But... perhaps, you also wonder if that's the right thing to follow..."

Hide-zou bit his lip.

"Yes. I was... wondering..."

"I can't help you with that."

"No...."

"Ruiza-kun can't either. Or Asagi-san."

Hide-zou nodded.
Miyavi turned his attentions back to his guitar.

A lonely night...
What I want from anxiety when you don't understand
will probably come to you, I'm afraid...

So then. That's it. So simple, I couldn't see it... Hide-zou thought, slouching back on the bench, drifting with the music.
Hide-zou grinned through tears. Wiping his eyes clumsily he sat forward. He wanted to grab the instrument out of Miyavi's hands a compose a song for the memory of the moment.

Loneliness from wanting to cry, when you can't run away

Is to enjoy music. To enjoy life. Asagi or no. Ruiza or no... but... it's so fun to play with the ones you love. There is that added dimension to it... To play forever with them would be best...

So that you can sleep soundly in those times - a lullabye.
"HIIIIDDDEEE-ZZZZOOUUU! HIIIDDDEEE-ZZZOOUUU! HIDE-ZOU!"
A frantic voice calling his name.

"Hide-zou! Hey... um... Mr. Policeman... Have you seen a -" A quieter voice was interrupted by the more panicked one.

"He's taller than me -"

"Ruiza... most people are taller than you," said the familiar voice.

"HEY!"

"He's a bit shorter than me. Has darkish long hair and..."

"An aquamarine toque, with red gloves..."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah... something wrong, Asagi-san?"

"No... Just... seems like his fashion sense lately has seemed to gone astray. Brings to mind lolita... for some reason..."

"'Kayyy..."
Miyavi stopped playing and quirked an eye at his suddenly still companion. Then he leaned forward and put a finger to his lips, his eyes twinkling with mischievious glee. Behind them, their pusuers continued on in their rather haphazard description of the missing guitarist.
"So... he's taller than you, but shorter than YOU, sir? Anything else besides longish dark hair... aquamarine hat and red gloves?"

"Uh... well..."

A silence.

Then Ruiza blurted out. "He might be acting crazy... Like mumbling or something..."

Another silence.

"Seriously?" asked the policeman.

"No." Asagi patiently sighed. "He's NOT crazy."

"He's depressed," whimpered Ruiza. "He might be trying to commit suicide as I speak..."
Miyavi stuffed Hide-zou's scarf into his mouth to muffle his laughter.
"We could check the river banks," the policeman suggested after a moment. "I'll put out a description and have people watch the bridges. This time of year..." He shrugged. "That and the sub lines..."

"I hardly think -" Asagi said in a rather strangled tone. "Hide-zou isn't -"

"He is! I'm sure of it. He said he went for a walk in the park... but... he always lies when he's sad... so..."

"We'll find him, Ruiza..." sighed Asagi, in a comforting tone. "He's FINE."
Hide-zou's face turned red.

Ruiza... is really worried about me....
Miyavi giggled softly. And then motioned with his hands to the side. Hide-zou shut his guitar case quietly and quickly, strapped it onto his back firmly and followed the singer on hand and knees. Already, Miyavi was gathering up snow. He winked at Hide-zou.
Hide-zou's face split up in a grin. Quickly, ignoring the cold seeping into his pants, Hide-zou gathered up an arsenal of snow.
"Well... I'll get on it... you can, uh, look around some more," the policeman was edging away (no doubt deciding that Asagi and Ruiza were some crazed couple). "I'll see what I can, uh, do."
"Thank you SO much!" Ruiza said effusively.
The policeman quickly disappeared down the path - Asagi and Ruiza watched him leave.
"Ah! He seems to be worried. I'm sure he'll be on this in no time," Ruiza nodded happily.

Asagi sighed.

"You go think that."

"What?"

"You have to ask? You scared him. He probably thinks we are..." Asagi let the sentence trail off meaningfully. "So embarass-"
WHAP!
The singer found himself with a face full of snow. Ruiza toppled over under a hail of snowballs.
"What! What the -" He struggled up on his elbows only to see a gigantic snowball of doom descending on his face.
Somewhere, Asagi had succumbed to Miyavi's strategic modus operandi - the flying tackle from behind followed by snow in the face of his victim.
"GOTCHA!!!!!!!!!! MIYAVI RULES!!!!"
"Miyavi... what in the..." Asagi gave up after a moment of struggle. "Can I get up now? I'm all wet..."
"AWWWWWWW!!!!" Miyavi let Asagi up far enough for a hug. "Who's so cruel to do that to you?"
"That would be you," snorted Hide-zou.

Asagi glared at his guitarist who was gleefully watching Ruiza struggle out of the snowball of doom.
"So you were here all along..."
"More or less," Hide-zou shrugged.
"Hi-Hi-Hide-zou!!!!!!!!!!" choked out Ruiza. "What the hell were you doing? I tried calling you over and over again - and you never answered! How many times have I told you to keep your cell on? What would happen if you died?"
Silence.
"I fail to see how a cellphone would save him if he died," Asagi deadpanned.
Ruiza attached himself to Hide-zou's torso. But the guitarist just smiled.
Miyavi smiled happily.
"Ah! I love Christmas! It's the perfect thing for people!"

"This has nothing to do with Christmas," Asagi muttered, rising slowly to his feet. "And has everything to do with stupidity..."

"You move and talk like an old man," Miyavi pouted.

"I think this was all a waste of tim- What? Old? Who's old?"

"That would be you," snorted Hide-zou again.
Asagi kicked snow into his guitarist's face.
"Take that, young man!"

"Victim! Victim!" yelled Ruiza now covered in another avalanche of snow.
Miyavi started to pelt the remainder of his snowballs at Hide-zou and Ruiza. Ruiza scooped up the snow and shoved a bunch up Asagi's coat. Hide-zou tackled Miyavi and managed to get the singer to his knees. But Miyavi was already busy burying Ruiza. Asagi got a random snowball in the face (again) from his electric guitarist.
"Okay. That's it. War," the lead vocalist for D pronounced.
Under the cold winter sky, passion drove away the loneliness. That night, Hide-zou watched Ruiza dry off in his apartment.

It's different from my dreams.
But that's okay.
As Miyavi said...
This is good for me.
And Hide-zou smiled as Ruiza pulled him down for a kiss.

Let this lullabye - the ballad of the snow - never be forgotten...
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