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Dream Free, Fly Free	By : scarecrowslady Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > D Views: 950 -:- 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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I don't own Miyavi or Asagi. Although in her dark heart, mikazuki_chan has Mivi locked away. *sweatdrops*

For mikazuki_chan. Hope this fulfills one of your christmas wishes! You deserve it!

Warnings: None. Yaoi. Asagi/Miyavi, Miyavi/Asagi (depending on how you look at it XDDD)

Summary: Asagi is hiding in the candy section of his favorite store. Why? And who's that punk with those little terrors. Asagi and children and one big child.
Read and tell me what you think! Forgive the awkward ending!

Dream Free, Fly Free

4: 30 PM

Everybody in D - the band, the crews - Noriko the famous Jrocker interviewer, the various local concert workers - anyone who came into contact with Asagi left with the realization that within D's lead vocalist laid a strong but quiet Self-Confidence. Before a concert, Asagi was quiet - well, in comparison to the boisterousness of Hiroki and Hide-zou, Asagi could be considered a retiring man - but once onstage, the charisma which held D together and brought fans out time and again bubbled forth.
No. Those around D, D's band members and Asagi himself considered the vocalist to be a very Self-Confident sort of person. After all, they had seen on-stage Asagi gently rebuff the marriage proposals of young women (and men). He survived the many times more rabid fans attached themselves like leeches to various parts of his body whenever he decided to get close to his fans. Besides which, some of the costumes that D pranced around in would give any man, who lacked Supreme Self-Confidence, the shivers. Once a clueless stage manager had mistaken Asagi for a girl. Even then, Asagi for the most part was able to take control of the awkward situation and turn it around to D's advantage.
That being said...

Why AM I HIDING in the candy section of my favorite store?
A valid question for Asagi to ask himself. To understand this, perhaps we should rewind time a bit to earlier in the afternoon.

EARLIER IN THE AFTERNOON (circa 3:45)
I am sure you've heard of these days - those lovely Satureday afternoons when sakura petals seemed to float lazily out of nowhere like a poetic dream and the sun shone brilliant in a perfect blue sky. It was on this day that Asagi had a sudden desire to do some cooking. "Practice makes perfect, Taka-kun!" his mother had told him. Therefore, since this Saturday was free - Asagi decided to take the chance to hone his dubious skills.
Off he went, the ever dutiful homemaker, in his casuals (read: designer pants, clingy tanktop, brownish sunglasses, his hair was down and over it all, he had on a light summer jacket lined with a little bit of fur). He was a little taken aback to find his favorite store in full festival regalia, but on realizing that festivities most often meant SALES, Asagi smiled and forged in. It wasn't THAT busy - and before long, the singer had his basket half full.
He was just deciding on which noodles he should get when a bunch of young children, running down the aisle - squealing, yelling, chattering, laughing - barrelled into the vocalist.
"GOMEN NASAI!" They yelled, disappeared around the corner, followed closely by a youngish man crowing in boisterous voice.

Or maybe he's insane? Or... mentally...
Asagi froze, blindly grabbed the nearest noodle pack and scuttled off to the opposite end of the store - thereby ending up in the candy section.
Not that he was scared by a pack of young children. No. No. Of course not.
He was a confident, talented singer on the way to fame. Heck, he didn't even look his age (or his gender). And there was no way he'd be scared by punks with tattoos and multiple piercings... (however manic they sounded). After Hide-zou, Tsunehito and Hiroki, surely he knew how to deal with crazed riffraff....

I'm thirty-three! Adult! Mature! Get a hold of yourself!
Asagi berated himself, hunching his shoulders deeper into his fur-edged jacket.

Children. I can do it.
He stared at the row of candy - brightly packaged sweets and pocky. It hurt the eyes just looking at the glaring yellows and greens....

Pocky. I'm not even FOND of pocky.
"I'm a thirty-three year old singer on his way to fame. I've done leather, lace, corsets - hell, even tights... I can survive a pack of children if I can survive a pack of fangirls... I can go get my meat. And leave." He muttered rapidly to himself over and over. "I'm a thirty-three -"
"Hey...."
He froze at the sound of a high curious voice.
"Y'think the pretty lady is okay?"
Asagi cautiously turned his head, peeking left, then right. There was no one IN the aisle but him...

Pretty lady...
The vocalist drooped.

Not again...
He looked again...
HE WAS TRAPPED! At both ends, curious children were watching him. And a vaguely familiar face... with piercings...
The punk.
"Course she's okay! She's RICH!" A boy snorted at the young girl's question.
Asagi hunched further into his jacket's collar and wondered why he didn't think of wearing something else.

But come to think of it.... he sighed. This IS my most casual jacket....
He glared at the fur lining.
"Why did I pick you today?" He muttered to himself.
"See!" The young girl said loudly. "She's talking to herself! Mother says that when you talk to yourself there's a devil in you."
Asagi blinked and grabbed two pocky boxes.

Devil!? These children were devils! Following him around the store...
He tried to glare - but without leather, buckles and makeup on, there's was a decided lack of impact on the children, who no doubt had already been desensitized by those violent shows kids liked so much these days... The young man's giggles flustered the singer even more. Head down, long black hair blocking his view, he ambled down the aisle, steeling his nerves.
"Hey, pretty lady!"
Asagi whipped around, to find another younger girl tugging on his coat. She was eyeing his basket.
And the pocky therein.
He considered surrendering the boxes, but smiled weakly and hung onto his basket tighter.
"You like candy, too! Father said that only kids like candy...."
Asagi considered just replacing the boxes.

It's not like I WANT them anyway...
"Oh!" The brat was peering into his basket ALREADY!

Children these days....
"STRAWBERRY POCKY! My favorite!"

"Well...." Asagi's grip on his basket handle would have broken bones.

"LOTS OF PEOPLE like candy! Don't you listen to Dad!"

"........ sure........"

"SEE!" She smiled a gap-toothed grin and gave him a "peace sign". "We can be candy friends forever!!!!"

".............."
Asagi was torn. His more thoughtful side wondered...

Maybe she has been abandoned here by neglectful parents?
Devil! Asagi on the other shoulder shook his head, while twirling a tiny, leather decorated, red pitchfork.

Look at the brat! She deserves it! They probably couldn't cope with her behaviour and dumped her, huh.
He was too busy trying to decide what to do - to run for the lost and found or to just... run for it... Asagi had no idea that he was now "candy friends forever" with a random eight-year-old girl. Without warning, he was jerked down the aisle by the girl's firm grip on his jacket sleeve.
"Yuuri! Mivi! Aoi! Mi-chan! Guys! Look! A new candy friend!"
The punk did a dance of joy with the kids.
"Wow! You did it, Saku-chan! More people for the celebrations! High five!"

"Celebr-"
Asagi tried to get close to the punk (who seemed to be more adult than most)...

But appearances are deceiving... Asagi reminded himself darkly.
The punk in question, called "Mivi-san" or even "Mivi-kun", was now busy dispensing pocky and high-fives. Asagi just clutched his basket, glared and shook his head. He found a warm arm draped over his shoulders in a couple of seconds. Asagi blinked meeting the punk's eyes.

Is his hair really those colors? And braided too....
Asagi bit his lip. On closer inspection, the punk wasn't so punkish as pleasing... and the fact he was as tall as he was...

Maybe even taller...
Asagi gave the stranger a small smile.
"Um... I think you have made a mistake - I'm not really -"

"YAY!!!! He's gonna join us!"

"YAY! He's gonna join us!" The kids yelled.

"I am?"

"You are," the young man's grin widened.

Puck... Asagi realized. Like Puck... or Peter Pan... Or...
"Why am I?" asked Asagi, now tugged (and gently steered along by Mivi-kun).

"Because you are bored."

"Bored?"

"Bored."
Asagi's brows furrowed.
"I'm not bored." He stated firmly, trying to find that Self-Confidence he could so firmly rely on. "... and I'm NOT a pretty lady."

"Don't be silly. My sister dreams of having hair like that," a more "grown up" girl disagreed.
The vocalist for D blinked at the forthrightness of the child.

So opinionated...
"Well... perhaps it's -"

"Now, now... Aoi," chided Miki-kun. "I guess... umm... what's your name?"

"Asa-"

"ASA-CHAN!"

"No. It's Asagi. And I'm not -"

"Blah blah blah!" The young man waved off Asagi's protests. "Asa-chaaan... It's cute! Cute for cute!"
He winked.

Asagi felt his cheeks turn a little red.
"I'm not -"
The young man had already sped off into the horizon, spazzing out randomly.

Like a rooster... or... a monkey. That's what he had to be. A large, overgrown, pretty... monkey...
"AHHH!!!" Mivi-kun started to wave his arms about, racing up some stairs.

"A song! A song!" chanted the kids, following after him.
Asagi looked around.

Where the hell am I?
He was on the rooftop now. Still clutching his basket. Watching some clowns and entertainers make the small crowd of people laugh. The kids were shrieking. His head hurt. Mivi-kun had disappeared into the bustling group and suddenly the crowd parted a bit. Asagi followed after - not that he had a choice thanks to Aoi and Saku-chan. The chaos made him feel a little dizzy. It had been a while since he'd let himself do something like this during his off time.

The last time -
He shook his head in the vague memory of Hide-zou draping himself over Ruiza, talking like a girl - totally drunk.

Hide-zou and booze don't mix, Asagi reminded himself. You KNEW that... so why.... Anyway... it doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm stuck in some sort of festival...
Now that the entertainers had gone, some of the crowd drifted downstairs. Among the quiet chatter of the adults, Asagi picked up the very quiet strains of some guitar chords. An acoustic guitar... He craned his neck, looking around -
And found Mivi-kun on the edge of the small, now empty, stage, holding a high-quality guitar... Asagi couldn't tell the brand off hand, but he was sure Hide-zou-kun and Ruiza would know. Perhaps it was the guitar. Or the fact that, yes, Asagi was bored...
Maybe it was the fact that Aoi was dragging him by his jacket sleeve (and he liked the fanciful thing, fur and all, in ONE piece).... Maybe it was soothing notes that were picked out...
He drew closer - Aoi sat down with the others and, finding seat not to close to the spazz-monkey, Asagi listened to the soft, gentle voice. It was so different from the yelling and laughing before.

Maybe he has two personalities... Asagi wondered uneasily. That would explain ALOT.
But the song was familiar... He cocked his head and listened.

Dreams are as dreams are...
They were beautiful. Those words were just like him.

Familiar and comforting. Open and honest. Nothing hidden. Nothing held back. Like a child....
Asagi watched the nimble fingers run over the strings.

Someday somehow, if you get wet, let's get soaked and shampoo... "May tomorrow be a better day".......
Shutting his eyes, Asagi forgot about the cooking plans he had made earlier that day. Forgot about the time and his grocery basket (with the rather wilted vegetables)...

If there are sad times, please give me half of the pain.
If you're happy, just that smile will do, so it's like let's be in love as if we are each other's asperin.
His lips quirked up. And he smiled, eyes opening, at the realization that his headache had disappeared. The kids too were giggling at Mivi-kun's expression. The singer in question seemed to be in his own little world, head swaying, eyes shut - Asagi could watch the singer's lips without embarrassment.

"May you be happy"
Resisting a sudden bizarre urge to trace his fingers over the smooth skin - tattoos and all - Asagi stared at his pocky, wilted vegetables and random noodle packs.

I, too, really wish I could be with you, sleeping like this
but there is a place I gotta go, so I will go a step ahead of you.
Suddenly, he was glad for the day. For the pocky and the children. The little terrors looked innocent and cuddly now. Asagi knew better.

Still... It's good this way... And Mivi-kun...
Asagi was suddenly aware that Mivi-kun was staring into his eyes... He stared at his tightly knotted fingers...

May you not lose your way. May you not shrink in fear. May you not avert your eyes.
May there be no doubts. May there be no saddness. May you not stop and stand there.

Mivi-kun...
The tattooed singer leaned forward and tapped Asagi on the nose. Asagi looked up.
"I think the pretty lady likes my singing!"

All the kids were clapping. Asagi tried hard to not look impressed.

"I told you - I'm not a lady -"

"Does it matter?" asked Mivi-kun, his eyes seemed wide and innocent.

Like a child. Open and frank - yet so complex...
"Errrr... well..." Asagi tried to shrug out of Mivi's side-ways hug.

How did he get so close so fast? And is he touching my hair? WE DON'T KNOW EACH OTHER!!!
Mivi-kun clung to him stubbornly.
"Music isn't bound by stuff like that. Enjoyment of music too. You can be anybody and like music. That's why I sing."

Asagi nodded in reluctant agreement.

"That's true... but still I -"

"Singing is good! Right, guys! YEAH!""

"YEAH!!!" The kids started to spazz again.
Asagi shrank away.
"They're cute, ne? Like puppies! Or kitties!" Mivi-kun smiled.

"Puppies, maybe. Monsters, yes. Kitties... no... My cats don't... go crazy like that..." Asagi watched as the kids ran around the rooftop mimicking rock stars.

"You have cats? I love cats? But they aren't funny?" Mivi bombarded Asagi.

Asagi watched the guitarist's hands and then dragged his eyes away reluctantly to watch the kids again.

"Um. Well... yes... Three..."

"Wow. Cats!" Saku-chan bounced up. "I love cats! We can be cat friends forever!"
The vocalist was given no chance to tell the little girl he didn't think he could be her "cat friend" forever. Aoi and the others suddenly bombarded him with questions about his cats.
What were their names? How old were they? Where did he get them from? What did they look like? What was their favorite food? Were they gonna have babies? Why not?
When they finally released him from their interrogation, Asagi nearly slumped with exhaustion.

Children are EXHAUSTING... I think I said I wanted more than one... but maybe one will be one too many...
"This is ridiculous..." he grumbled to himself, glaring at his now dead vegetables.

"But you still are here," laughed Mivi, twining his thin arms around Asagi's arm. "Want me to sing again?"

Asagi cocked his head.

"Well -"

"Unless you want to play?" Mivi held out his guitar.

"Sorry... I don't play the guitar," Asagi suppressed another smile which was threatening to grow.

Mivi's excitement... is cute...
"Do you sing? Have you ever done karaoke? I like karaoke. Although I don't think I'm as good as some of the Western ladies..."
Asagi blinked trying to imagine Mivi-kun singing to a Celine Dion song.
"I... guess not..."

"It's hard."

"Yes," Asagi nodded, trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole thing. "It would be."
Mivi leaned in, peering at Asagi.
"Well?"

"Well what?" asked Asagi.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Which question?"

"Do you sing?"

"Do I -"

"Sing?"

"Sing. Errr..." Asagi tilted his head in thought, remembering D's rehearsal the day before. "Yes."

"Really?" Mivi jumped up and waved his arms. "Guys! Guess what!"
The kids ran up. Asagi got to his feet slowly, suddenly getting a bad feeling.
"Asa-chan said yes to singing for us!"

"I didn't say yes to anything -"

"C'mon!" Mivi pouted. "How can you say no?"
Aoi and Saku-chan pouted. The boys looked expectantly at the vocalist.
"I don't think that you'd like my songs. They aren't happy like Mivi-kun's song..."

"It's okay!" Aoi smiled. "Sad love songs are best too!"

"Is there blood and guts?" asked a boy with some bandages on his shins. "I like it when people die."
Asagi smiled weakly.
"Uhm. Well..."

A song...

A good song...
They waited.

He thought.

They waited some more.
"Just a song," prompted Mivi, strumming restlessly on his guitar.

"It's not so simple..." Asagi's hands twisted together.

"Just open your mouth and sing," Mivi poked the reluctant singer's leg with his guitar.
The kids looked sad.

Asagi felt like a bastard.

I'm a thirty-three year old singer on his way to fame. I've done leather, lace, corsets - hell, even tights... I can survive a pack of children if I can survive a pack of fangirls... If they don't like my singing. They can just tell me to stop.
That's when he realized his dilemma.

I want to impress Mivi-kun. I want him to smile... And if he doesn't like my singing... But not singing would make it all worse...
Without thinking, Asagi opened his mouth and sang.

... Not turning back Until you have it in your hands...
Mivi-kun and the children looked stunned. Their eyes widened and their mouths dropped open at the deep tones and the high notes of Asagi's song.

... You wouldn't even be aware of your own death. That sort of future - Wouldn't you want to see it?...
It wasn't Mivi-kun's kind of song. It wasn't necessarily happy. There was no certainty. There was a lot of wistfulness and desire. Unfulfilled desire. Asagi felt the little eyes - and the large intent ones - focused on his face.

Odd... Uncomfortable...
He forged on...

....... The colorless world.

The blood that flowed In its frightful vividness.

The sky that you so desired.

These eyes will see for themselves...
Maybe it was the fact that he didn't have his costume on. Or his leather mike. Or the rest of the band behind him. Maybe because his voice sounded thin against the traffic below and around. Or the realization that the lyrics were perhaps too harsh for such young ears...

Fly high. Right now. To where?

The sky is painted over with ash, Hiding the poison.

A weak, small freedom Was suddenly cut off...
Maybe it was the sudden warmth of Mivi's hand in his.

His hand in his...

His hand. In mine...
Asagi felt lightheaded. He felt naked.

Too fast...
But it felt right.

A shapeless cage - Have you forgotten how to fly?

A resounding voice will free a love...

Until the very last day, Truly living, A wish that is granted In your hands.
When the last lingering note fell away into the air, Asagi pulled away. Mivi-kun held on.
"You sing, too," he said, eyes bright.

"Yes." Asagi smiled.

"And not a pretty lady, definitely." Mivi's impish grin grew. "Well... maybe pretty can stay tho'." He held out a pocky stick. It was pink and smelled of strawberries. "Sweets for the sweet!"

"It's a he?" asked Shi-kun, eyes wide.

Mivi choked with laughter on his pocky stick. Asagi's face had been indescribably funny.

"Mhmmm... Shi-kun... Don't make Asa-chan... er... Asa-kun feel bad."

"Sorry to disappoint," Asagi gritted his teeth in a smile.

"YOU SMILED!" Mivi glomped the singer - the kids crowded in.

"Hardly." Asagi mumbled, trying to extricate himself - and failing.
"Shi-kun!"

"Aoi! Saku-chan!"

"Takeshi!!!"

"Yuuri!"
A bunch of parents came towards the group.
"Sorry about my son," one parent said apologetically. "Takeshi, say sorry to the lady!"

"It's okay," Mivi-kun waved a hand lazily, with a smile. "It's fun!"
Asagi opened his mouth to say it was NOT okay, and what kind of parent left their children with a punk like Mivi-kun? And apparently, Mivi-kun was a stranger to the kids as well.
But then he shut his mouth at the sight of the happy grins on the faces of the children.
"They sang to us, Mother!" two siblings exclaimed with excitement. "It was so pretty to hear!"

"Really... well... that's nice..." the mother hurried the kids off with a worried glance at the two men.

As she should be, Asagi thought darkly. Where was she when her two little girls were running around with two strange men? What's the world coming to?
Then he remembered Hide-zou's drunken antics... and sighed.

Well... yes... things like that happen...
"That was fun. We should do it again!"
He turned to Mivi, with the hopes to say a polite goodbye and escape - but the large smile of guitarist melted any objections away. Asagi thought of the songs. The happiness sent to the wind. Their fingers now entwined. Mivi's eyes which held something more than glee...
The punk was awkwardly close. Asagi bit his lip, glancing at Mivi's facial piercings.

He's so different.
But... different was good today...
As Mivi leaned in for a kiss, Asagi could be heard to say, "Yes, let's do it again..."
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* Song by Miyavi. Ashita, Tenki Ni Naare. Taken from: www.masakarasu.net/lyr····2-e.php. Thanks to the translators!
* Song by Asagi. Corvinus. Taken from d_info. Thanks to the translator!
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