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Picture Perfect	By : Lalachan Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Daisuke Asakura Family Views: 1018 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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IV ~Suite Season~
Daisuke was forced to sit in the waiting room. They took Hiro in the back to check on him. He sat with his head down. He still wouldn't cry. God he wanted to cry. He had to be strong though. It's not like Hiro was going to die. So why was he worrying so much? "Cause people don't just collapse from coffee burns" he answered his own question. True some of them were ugly. "It's more then the burns" he spoke to the floor. "Something else" He couldn't stand just sitting here with his hands tied. He couldn't do anything. The docter said it was going to be another 30 minutes before they would be able to speak again. He decided that he would go down to the cafeteria sitting on the bench wasn't going to help. He almost wished he hadn't shooed everyone away. They had gotten around to annoying the hell out of him. So the docter had shooed them away and he thanked the docter. He himself would have liked to them to go to hell but the docter was polite enough and figured that Daisuke needed to stay.
He stopped at the vending machines. Drinks. There was soda, juice, and the last one made him shiver. Coffee. He didn't think he could drink coffee again. Could he even look Hiro in the eyes again anyways? He was the one who cause Hiro to spill his coffee. Also he rejected Hiro. That had to have been what made him so weak. How could he have done that? When he loved Hiro so much. He pushed him away. It would have been less damaging if he just poured the coffee on Hiro himself. He punched the machine. "DAMN YOU!" He cursed to himself. He picked up his Orange Juice and made his way back to the waiting area. Sitting down on the bench he stared at the floor again. "It's not the first time you've lost someone cause you didn't tell them you loved them" He thought. It was what chased Hiro away. He could say the truth. He was so scared that Hiro would reject him. At the age of 20 he had been still acting like a 15 year old. He blamed Hiro for so long but looking back Hiro had always done little things to drop hints and he would suggest poses for the photos and he never protested when they had to hang all over each other. Daisuke had enjoyed it because he figured it was the only time Hiro would hold him like that. He always wanted to make sure that they had the photo right. Daisuke smirked at the memory. Everyone passed it off as Daisuke being a perfectionist. Really he just wanted to spend a few more moments in Hiro's arms. He had always gotten away with it. No one suspected. Not even Hiro. Then again Hiro was always being the perfect gentleman. Daisuke sighed again and closed his eyes. "You did it. You pushed him away. Just like you kept Takanori at arm's length" the bittersweet memory swept him away.
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There he was sitting at his keybored. His mind blank. After his retreat from Kuroda he took a mistress. Her name was Work. That's all he did. He worked. It was Takanori who alerted him that he was working too hard. He noticed it too. He was pushing himself. He nearly killed himself twice just from the meer fact that he was pushing himself too hard. He decided to take a small break. He needed to find a project that wouldn't kill him. He had been working with Kenichi and Kinya but it just did'nt seem like he was really doing anything. Then he saw it. Takanori. Lately he had been out of ideas with him. They had set the 3 goals and now they had passed them. He decided he wanted to be on stage again. So he took his idea to Takanori. About forming a duo. Takanori had been crushing on Daisuke for a while and though it a wonderful idea. To be close to him. When really Daisuke had seen Kuroda in him. He wanted to be near Takanori. His energy seemed to spread. He was amazing. On stage Takanori was all about singing but off stage he was goofy and totally a kid. It was a refresher from all the seriousness he had been in. Takanori just seemed to make it go away. So with a headstrong attitude he and Takanori set out to be. End of Genisis T.M.R-evolution Turbo Type D. T.M.R-e for short. The name still brought smiles to people. It was way too damn long but neither of them would have had it any other way.
Daisuke didn't notice that he was falling for Takanori. He tried to block out all those thoughts. He couldn't let those feeling get him again. Not like they did the last time. He didn't notice it untill he found himself looking for excuses to be near him. It really angered him. He couldn't afford to fall again. He was so dead set against it that he never noticed Takanori's feeling.
Takanori had done everything he could think of to try and get Daisuke to fall for him. He had it major for Daisuke since the time he said "My name is Dai-chan" He had fallen head over heals. He knew about Hiro and Kurorin. He hung out with Iceman enough to know about it. Even while he was friends with him he lusted for him. Knowing it was silly. He still had him. He also had Yumi who seemed to like him alot. He liked her but she wasn't Daisuke. He set in motion his plan.
At first it was simple things like riding in the same car or having dinner together with some friends. Soon the friends began to dissapear and it was just the two of them. Takanori kept trying to get Daisuke drunk but Daisuke seemed very against it. Pouting he decided he might as well get himself drunk cause it was going to be boreing if he didn't.
A few hours and a lot of booze later Takanori was slurring and makeing no sence. Daisuke was mildly amused. Takanori always got drunk but never to the point that he couldn't talk. "I'm leaving" Takanori said as he stood up to walk away. Daisuke stood up and grabbed the check. "If I wasn't rich Takanori's little binge might have put a dent in my pocket." He smiled. He walked towards the counter and turned to see why Takanori wasn't following him. The sight that treated him when he turned around caused him to giggle. Takanori was fighting to get his coat on. He just couldn't get his arm in the hole. Finally Daisuke offered to help him. It took a little effort but it was on and Daisuke paid for the dinner and drinks then walked out with Takanori suportting himself on Daisuke's arm. Daisuke called for a taxi and went with Takanori. He wasn't about to let him try to get to his apartment by himself.
Arriving at Takanori's Daisuke was able to carry him up the stairs. He had to dig into Takanori's pants pocket to get his keys. He blushed a little but gave no sign that he was. Finally he had gotten Takanori into the house and walked to the bedroom and placed Takanori on the bed. He turned to walk away when Takanori yanked Daisuke to the bed. He nuzzled Daisuke's neck and playfully licked it. Daisuke started to struggle. He finally manged to roll off the bed and stood up.
"What the hell are you doing?" He fumed a little. He was not about to let himself get in trouble with Takanori. "What do you think? I'm trying to seduce you." Daisuke turned red. "It's not right." He stated. He started to back away. "Why?" Takanori asked. He layed back down on the bed. "Your d-drunk" Daisuke studdered. Looking at Takanori laying on the bed made him feel funny. He knew exactly what the feeling was but he tried to push it away. "So?" Takanori looked at him. He may have been drunk but he knew what he wanted. Daisuke tried and tried to fight it but Takanori's eyes were so honest. Not the drunk eyes he saw a hour ago. He felt himself drawn to Takanori. He crawled onto the bed. Takanori grabbed his shirt and started to kiss him. Daisuke broke what was left of his fight. He pushed Takanori down. He nearly ripped his shirt off. Takanori rid himself of his clothes. To be naked was a feeling he couldn't describe. Looking at Daisuke again he seattled back down into the bed. He pulled Daisuke over him. Daisuke went with little struggle. He couldn't stand looking him in the eyes anymore. He kissed him and then proceeded to fuck him for the rest of the night.
From then on Daisuke and Takanori were everywhere. In books and concerts. Daisuke was a rare in public without Takanori. It was wonderful and short lived. Takanori was quick to give his love to Daisuke but Daisuke was always hesitant and in the end he never did tell Takanori he loved him. Just looking at him he would melt and would give everything but he couldn't say it. He wasn't sure why. He just held him at arm's length. Loving him but not telling him. He was so scared if he told him Takanori would run away. For the longest time Takanori was satisfied with this.
It started to worry Daisuke when Takanori began to get too busy to be with him. It frightened him even more when Takanori began to be less affectionate. Daisuke knew what was happening. Takanori was falling out of love with him. He tried even more to get Takanori back. Still he couldn't say the words. He knew he would loose him.
Takanori finally confronted Daisuke one day. "There is something I need to tell you" he whispered to Daisuke after a TV show. Daisuke prepared himself for the blow. "I'm getting married." That he wasn't ready for "WHAT?" Daisuke shouted. "Who?" "Yumi" was the reply. Daisuke had heard Takanori talk well of her. He thought her nothing but Takanori's friend but it was too late to change that. "You love her?" He asked as civil as he could. Takanori nodded. "She loves me too." The words stung Daisuke hard. He knew what was being hinted at. Even if he were to say the words now it was too late. He was gone to him.
Daisuke kissed Takanori on the cheek. A fake smile placed on his face. "Be happy." He smiled. He wished really hard that Takanori would be. His wishes would not come true.
Takanori and Yumi seemed to have problems. Daisuke hoped it wasn't because of him. Either way they had to work it out. He fell into a slump so he had his own problems to deal with. It wasn't untill an unexpected call that Daisuke began to cheer up.
Hiro had heard about the Takanori thing through a mutial friend of Daisuke and him. He had enough of being an actor. None of his shows or movies had done well. He wanted to go back to music. He wanted to be with Daisuke again. This was his chance. He picked up the phone and dialed Daisuke cell phone hopeing that he hadn't changed the number.
"Moshi Moshi?" The voice over the phone had haunted him for so long. He chocked and had to swallow. "Moshi moshi?" The voice asked again. "Moshi Mosh" the voice repiled. "Hai" Daisuke asked the voice seemed delayed he hoped he wasn't getting bad respetion. That was impossible he had the best phone on the market. "Ohisashiburi ne Dai-chan?" The voice again spoke. It seemed oddly familar. "ano... dare desu ka?" he asked. Praying it wasn't some stalker that got his number by bribeing people. He froze when the voice answered. "Hiro desu"
He couldn't talk. The churning in his stomache grew every second. He had to speak he couldn't hang up. "ah it has been a while hasn't it?" "Yea." Hiro answered. "How are you?" he asked Daisuke. "Fine" Daisuke replied. "and you?" "Busy" Hiro smirked. Daisuke almost laughed. "Liar" Hiro actually laughed. "Yea and that's the truth." Daisuke snorted. He sat down. "And what do I own the honor of this call?" Hiro decided he would be blunt. "I wanna get back together." Daisuke dropped his phone. He quickly picked it up. "W-what?" "Access" Hiro offered realizeing what it sounded like. "I want to get back together as Access." Daisuke admited that the offer did sound good. He found himself agreeing. "Allright" He whispered. Happy to hear Hiro's voice but he wouldn't admit it. "That sounds good." Hiro could hear the sadnees in Daisuke's voice. He was happy that Daisuke accepted and sad that he could hear that tone. "He must have been hit harder then I thought." "Well Daisuke I have to go shower. I'll stop by the studio tomorrow Ja Ne." With that he hung up and let out the sigh he had been holding in. Thank god it was over. Daisuke didn't have time to say good bye because Hiro just hung up and the buzzing was all he heard. He hoped he made the right decision
Up untill now everything had been going good. Now he sat in a hospital waiting for news on how Hiro was.
"Asakura-san" a voice pireced his thoughts. He looked up to see the docter. Had he really been thinking that long? "Hai?" he stood up to face the docter.
"Takami-san is going to be fine. The coffee burns are not as bad as they look. They will heal fine in just a few day. No scars." Daisuke let out the breath he was holding. "I however am going to have to ask that he not perform for at least a month" Daisuke felt a chill run up his spine. "May I ask why? He inquired. "It's simple Takami-san didn't collapse from the coffee burns. It was his blood pressure. It was sky high when he came in. I think he's been really stressed out." That chill was what he had expected. "Ah makes sense." Was all he could answer with. "We've given him some medicine but he just neeeds to relax." "I understand" Daisuke replied. "I'll be the one to tell him ne?" the docter nodded. "He's ready to see you." They walked down the hall to Hiro's room.
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