Partied out/Forget me not | By : KairiBee Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > X Japan Views: 1088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Mountains, palisades, an abundance of alcohol was brought to the table. All being offered for the now forty-tree year old guitarist. Yūne Sugihara, had never thought of celebrating his birthday this way, but when Yoshiki had insisted he hadn’t been able to decline. The music was booming, some kind of electronic pop synth. He was seeing this moment in a strange bubble. Yoshiki was being particularly chatty with a foreign girl, he hadn’t caught on too her name, but she was pretty. He watched the other put an arm around the girl, and pull her close to his chest. He took a deep breath turning his attention to the golden liquid being poured into his glass, taking notice of the bubbles that slowly made the journey upwards. Taking the crisp glass to his lips he let the liquid warm the inner workings of his throat. Leaning back into the leather booth-esque seat, he kept his eyes on the girl. He knew it was a bad idea, because he could tell how much Yoshiki was into her. The bright flashing lights kept his gaze switching across the room. Until he felt a hand on his shoulder, he snapped his gaze towards the petite girl that had been sitting near Yoshiki. She was saying something he couldn’t quite hear, and once she noticed she brought herself closer. He felt her hot breath next to his ear, and he was quite sure she was shouting, but it only came out in a whisper.
‘Tanjoubi omedetto’.
He nodded, as she smiled pretty much certain she was now laughing joyfully. She remained sitting close to him, her perfume becoming intoxicating. He motioned to Yoshiki, to see what her reaction was going to be. She gave him a confused stare, and realizing she had misunderstood, when he was dragged out onto the dance floor. He felt a certain amount of discomfort being in a sea of strangers. Until he felt petite hands on his form and the sway of her hips near his legs. He couldn’t help but smile at the obvious height difference. He pulled her closer, as the dancing got more and more passionate. The sweat started accumulating on both of their bodies, the movements of their hips going to the strong beat, the thumping, the grinding. The dim lights coordinated with the scents of cologne and perfume was nearly a scream for the sexual tension in the room. He barely noticed the time go by, the number of drinks he downed, until all he could see and feel was the sentiment of fog. He didn’t remember exiting the club, or how he ended up in his bed, but he did remember voices and then nothing but darkness.
Sugizo’s eyes opened slowly, as he felt the pounding headache reach his senses. He groaned silently remembering that he needed to get to the recording studio in 30 minutes. He knew he was going to be late, he had never allowed himself to get this drunk. He could barely remember anything, but he did remember her face, and he sighed. Getting up he proceeded on with his morning, as he would usually. An hour later he was sitting in the studio with an angry Yoshiki. He held onto his sunglasses, trying to ignore the other’s rant of incompetence towards the employes. Keeping quiet he noticed that everyone in the room seemed in the same shape that he was. He felt thankful when Yoshiki called for a break, and proceeded to go outside for some fresh air.
“You look a bit down Sugizo-san.” He turned his gaze to see the girl from yesterday. He smiled and gave her an apologetic glance, for not knowing her name. He laughed a deep throaty silken laugh when she punched him softly. “What’s your name?” She tsk-ed and shook her head negatively offering him a soft smile. “Just promise me you’ll forget me not.” That was the last thing she had said, when Yoshiki had appeared and asked that he come back inside. When he had turned his head to say goodbye, she was already gone. He promised himself not to forget, but for now he had to get back to recording. The fans couldn’t wait anymore.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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