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Sleepless	By : scarecrowslady Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > D Views: 920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sleepless
He lay there - on his back - looking up with boredom at the dark ceiling far above his bed. If he shut his eyes, he could imagine himself back at home, in his own bed, with the familiar rose patterned coverlet and white canopy.

Not that this is a bad place... he thought, as he shifted on several fluffy pillows. The service was quick and competent... no messups in the living arrangements...
He sighed again and turned onto his left side - and looked across the quiet bed next to him. Ruiza seemed to be already in dreamland. Asagi felt a pang of envy. The small blonde easily fell to sleep whilst on tour.
The vocalist could not.
"You'll do fine," Ruiza had said earlier that day. "You always do."
Asagi had nodded as if he knew that were the truth.
But in the darkest hours of the morning, doubts, like demons, rose up to haunt him. If he had dreams of being naked on stage, or dropping his microphone... or falling headfirst off stage (that dream was too close to reality) - that would be understandable. But this - this... sleeplessness...
He sighed again and turned onto his right side - and looked across a small night table over to a window which fronted the busy street. Outside, occasionally, a car passed by. He could blame the dark circles under his eyes and his late rising on traffic, he supposed.

They would know better, though.
"You need to relax," A week ago, Hiroki had squeezed Asagi's shoulder comfortingly. "Everyone is... how do they say it? Eating out of your hands..."
Asagi had nodded as if he felt in total control.
But when he shook hands, again and again, with the fans - girls and boys and men and women - he wondered what this was all based on, after all. Whimsy. Fame. Fortune. All so fleeting. Going major was a dream come true - but with it came great responsibility to not only the fans and the companies - but to himself, as well....
"Can't sleep again?" sighed Ruiza groggily as Asagi turned around again.

Asagi froze and then laughed softly.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to wake you -"

"Mhm... thirsty..."
Ruiza staggered out of bed and disappeared into the small sitting room and returned with a bottle of water. After taking a long drink, he twisted the cap on, set the bottle on his nightstand and slid back into bed.
"If I was your mother," Ruiza chuckled. "I'd make you take warm milk with some sort of relaxant."
Asagi shuddered at the idea of warm milk.
"I'm counting my blessings as I speak," Asagi smiled into the darkness, watching with fascination how the faint moonlight picked out the blond of Ruiza's hair.

"Well... I may not be your mother - but I still worry..." Ruiza turned over to stare at the man who had begun the journey long ago with quiet courage. "... You are too tense... You fret and worry and toss and turn all night long..."

"... I am sorry -"

"It's not a question of apologizing... That doesn't really help anything," sighed Ruiza. "I just... we just... None of us want this to be for you."
A moment of silence ensued.
Asagi's eyebrows knitted together in a light frown. He huffed into the darkness.
"That... doesn't make much sense, Rui-chan."

"Maybe it doesn't..." The blonde guitarist said, yawning drowsily. "But it does to me. Think on it."
Asagi eventually crashed into the darkness, his body shutting down in a desperate attempt for some recuperation after the long day. He thanked the light pic-pok of rain drops hitting the large hotel windows. It was a soothing lullaby for the worn out vocalist. The red analog clock turned four-twenty-five silently - as a car passed by the hotel swishing through large rain puddles.
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The next morning, the band members crawled out of bed slowly, making their way to their shared living room/dining room next door. Ruiza was the last to join, still scruffy and unbrushed. Ignoring Tsunehito's stare, he sat down and laid his head on the edge of the table and groaned.
"Long night?" Hide-zou chuckled and winked.

His rather sketchy joke fell flat as Ruiza propped himself up on a hand and sighed.

"You could say that."

"Kept you awake again?" asked Hiroki, reaching for the breakfast he had ordered.

"No... well... a bit... not much..."

Tsunehito sipped his soup carefully while watching Hide-zou dig in, with disgusting gusto into a hearty Western breakfast. After a moment, his chopsticks flashed out snagging a tempting bit of sausage.

"Hey! Hey! Mine!!!"

"Gotta be more awake in the morning, Zou-senpai!"

"Show respect - hey! No! Wait - that's -"

"Old men... in the morning... what do they say about them?"

"I'm not an old man! Tsunehito! Take that back!"
"You are older than he is..." Hiroki pointed out fanning the flames of Hide-zou and Tsunehito's bickering.

"Like you should talk..." Ruiza pointed out, poking his rice listlessly. "Perhaps something with bacon would be nice..."

"Kinda expensive..." Hiroki glared at the menu. "How about some natto?"

"Uhhh... no... no..." Ruiza sighed and ate a little bit of rice.
The two older band members ignored the young ones who were now throwing mild insults at each other. Hide-zou's eyes sparkled with his normal morning energy. There was something about lives that gave him more strength. It was during the summer months - when rehearsals and practices were more necessary - that he slept in. Out of the four seated there, Ruiza had to admit, however, that Tsunehito looked the best. His hair was already washed and tended for the day, his casuals already on...
"I noticed those wrinkles -" Tsunehito was saying, pointing with his chopsticks at Hide-zou's face.
"Where? I dare you to find any! I -"

"All those products... I don't know if they can stop the toll of time..."

"Stop saying things like that! You're the one who spent over one hour in the bathroom already! Hey!"

"That's for insulting my proper hygiene upbringing!"

"You're gonna order more sausage because of that!"

"Oh yeah... like I'm gonna let you get any more fatter..."

"What? Now I'm old AND FAT?"

"Fat. I said it. You heard it."

"At least I'm not -"
Hide-zou's return insult was interrupted by the door banging open rather roughly as Asagi staggered in, looking as though he had fallen out of bed. Everyone fell silent as their zombie vocalist made his way over the table, plopped his skinny butt down on the remaining seat. In silence, he struggled with his chopsticks, blearily choosing a little something from everything there. In silence, he attempted to pry his eyelids open enough to find the strongest kind of coffee available. Hide-zou whispered into the room service phone for more eggs, rice, sausage and soup, while, in silence, zombie Asagi began to eat like an automaton.
Ten minutes later, their table was replenished, and still Asagi wasn't saying anything.
"Bad night?" Hiroki eventually hazarded, pouring for everyone another cup of coffee.

"Mhm." Asagi nodded.

Everyone relaxed a little.

"We'll have to make sure we get your medication perscription filled again," Ruiza sighed. "We shouldn't have put it off yesterday..."

"Traffic." Asagi explained as if the one word could explain everything.
A few yen bills were passed down to Hide-zou. Ruiza glared. Obviously people had been placing bets before he gotten there.

Great. Just great.
Asagi gave up on his glare half way through before munching on some of Hide-zou's toast. The guitarist, wisely, did not protest. Tsunehito passed the jam, Ruiza sampled some juice. Hiroki was talking quietly about their plans that day. Asagi rose up, left the table and wandered back out. He paused at the door, before leaving -
"Remember to keep it down, Zou-kun, Tsune-kun... There are others besides myself who are trying to get some sleep around here..."
With that, the door shut and uncomfortable silence fell. Stifled snickers from Hide-zou and Tsunehito rose after a few moments, and Ruiza choked down his laugh. The last thing Asagi would need to hear was laughter at his expense. Still it was funny...
"Perhaps we should have told him about his hair..." Tsunehito said thoughtfully. "It was rather... wild... today..."

"It's not like it's a public dining room -" Hide-zou shrugged. "We've seen worse..." He added rather meaningfully, nodding at Ruiza.

"Hey - what's that supposed to mean?" asked the blonde guitarist.

"Hmmm...." Hide-zou looked thoughtful.

"I didn't recognize the pajama bottoms..." Tsunehito mused. "They are rather..."

"My present for his birthday." Hiroki murmured.

"No surprise there..." Ruiza laughed.

"Well... I think it suits the hair," snorted Hide-zou. "Oh..."

He snatched a sausage from Tsunehito's plate.

"Loser!!!"
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