Evil sometimes appears in innocent forms

Band: Kagrra,
Pairing: Isshi&Nao
Rating: 15+
Genre: comedy, romance
Warnings: some erotic scenes
Note: Don't piss of drummer, if he is your lover's bestfriend.



Never close guitarist in closets. It might end badly.

Year 2010. Izumi played with his drumsticks on the table. Suddenly he looked around the practice room.

"Anyone knows where's Hashi?" he asked his friends.

Akiya and Nao looked at eachother confused, Isshi looked at his fingernails.

"Not really." replied Nao.

"He went." Akiya rememberes. "He didn't come back though."

"I'll call him." Izumi took his cellphone and called Shin. "He's not answering."

"Isshi, did you by any chance pass him in the hallway?" asked Akiya.

Isshi looked ad him and was about to say something, but they heard quiet knock on the door.

Akiya got up and let the confused cleaning lady enter the room.

"Akiya-san, I have a problem. Could you help me?" she asked.

Akiya blinked.

"With what?"

"I cannot tell because I don't want certain people to get angry." she said.

Akiya looked at her slightly surprised.

"Okay, go help Mrs. Sachiko, you'll be right back." said Izumi, then he tried to call Shin again.

Akiya went with the cleaning lady.

After a while, a doorknob started to shake. When door finally opened, Akiya was standing in the doorway, with Shin in his arms. Izumi dropped his cellphone.

"Isshi, you're a complete idiot." said Akiya.

Shin held his shirt tighter with his fingers.

It turned out that:
1) Shin is not afraid of darkness.
2) Shin is not afraid of small and tight spaces.
3) Combination of small, tight and dark space causes Shin to panic so much, he looses ability to speak for two weeks (we learned that later, but that's not that important).
4) Furious Izumi can throw his drumsticks up to five meters for three minutes.

"Yamiyo, please." sighted Isshi, entering the house and hanging his jacket in a wardrobe. "I didn't know he'll react like that. Yamiyo."

"Sometimes I wonder why do I even love you." said Nao. "And now we have vacation because of you, because instead of hitting Shin, you closed him in a closet. But if you'd hit him, it could end up the same. But at least he would talk."

"Yamiyo." Isshi sighed again. "What should I do? Now, because later I can apologise him. But at this point I doubt it would get to him."

"I have no idea." replied Nao, sitting on a couch. "I have absolutely no idea."

Two weeks passed. Izumi still wouldn't call. Practices weren't happening.

"Soon I'll forget how to sing." said Isshi while making tea.

"It's only your fault, Shino." replied Nao.

Then his cellphone rang.

"Izumi? What do you mean he's not talking? But so much time passed... What? Do you think I know that? Okay, I'll think about it. Bye."

"Something happened?" asked Isshi, drinking his tea.

"Shin still didn't get his voice back." said Nao. "After two weeks, Shino."

"I'm asking about what are you thinking." said Isshi.

"Put down your tea." said Nao. "I need to show you something."

Isshi looked at him confused. He put back his cup on the cupboard and followed Nao.

"My brother once, let's say, played me." said Nao, walking up the stairs to the attic. "He bought me certain set of clothes. Instead of buying his wife flowers or something. I didn't had the heart to get rid of it though."

Isshi looked at Nao even more confused, when he opened old wardrobe and took out a black and red dress in gothic lolita style. Bassist put it on the chair, then took out tied shoes reaching knees of someone of his height and lace gloves.

"And you're showing me this because?" Isshi looked at Nao.

"Because for few years I've been thinking how would you look like wearing those." replied Nao.

Isshi went silent.

Isshi was sitting on the bed, wearing clothes Nao took out from wardrobe. Yamada made two pigtails from his hair, which he tied with black ribbons. Now bassist was standing in the doorway, smiling brightly, proudly and a little cheekily. Nao knew how to show wariety of emotions in one smile.

"You hate me." whispered Isshi, not kowing why he's whispering.

"The opposite." replied Nao, undoing button from his shirt.

Isshi closed his eyes. Now something's gonna happen.

"Shino, Shino, Shino." Nao leaned above him, looking him straight in the eye. "Tell me, why you caused my friend to have a mental breakdown? Why you needed that, Shi-chan?"

"Yami..." Isshi tried to say something, but Nao put his finger on vocalist's lips.

"Shi-chan, I'm talking now about what you can and cannot do." said Yamada, embracing Isshi's waist. "And you seem to be not protesting. Very well."

"I don't know how." explained Isshi, not knowing why he even said that.

"I think you like that idea." Nao leaned in closer, making Isshi lay on the bed. "You'll be my sweet uke today."

"But I was never one." whispered Isshi.

"But you fit that role." Nao smiled.

Isshi wanted to protest, but Yamada closed his mouth with a kiss.

Do you see, what happens, when you close guitarist in a closet? And why the heck I agreed to that?

Isshi woke up from a light kiss in the cheek. He blinked. Nao looked at him, smiling.

"Shin got back his voice." he said. "Izumi organised practice. Today. In one hour. He also said that Hashidani said something right after Izumi called me, but our lovely leader didn't want to interrupt us. Like he knew what I had planned. Why are you laying, Shino? Get up."

Then he went out of bedroom, skipping. Isshi wasn't interested with moves like that in his current condition.

"Shin, but we have to record just one episode of "Kagrra, no su" " Akiya tried to explain him. "So fans would think at least "Oh, they're out of ideas" and not "Isshi is a devil", qoting you."

"Okay, I understand. Shin sighed. "I'll record that episode with you."

"See, Izumi? I got him to do this." Akiya smiled. "Speaking about the devil, Isshi, why are you standing? The first thing you always did after getting here was siting on the couch. Or maybe you... Can't."

Akiya smiled, Shin and Izumi looked bewildered at Nao and Isshi blushed like every uke in this situation.

See? I'M blushing. Why? Remember, never throw guitarist into the closet. It could end really bad.

The end

Some memories are of dual nature

Band: D
Pairing: Asagi&Ruiza
Rating: 15+
Genre: romance, drama
Warnings: -
Note: "I'm worried about him. I felt something was wrong. I knew it."
Some story about Asagi's accident from 2010.



"You know, I've been thinking..."

"Yes?"

"When did you realise, you love me?"

"The day I realised was the worst day of my life."

"Why?"

"Because it was 11th of January, year 2010, honey."

I was sitting in a changing room, looking at you with a glass of water in your hand. I was wondering why you were so contemplating. You hardly spoke, and when you did speak, it was a short answer for a question someone happened to ask you. Beside that, you were sickly pale and you rubed your temples with your hands. Something was off. I got up and approached you with a smile.

"Something happened?" I asked.

You looked at me after a moment and smiled weakly.

"No." you replied.

"Are you not feeling well?" I asked.

You shook your head.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fine." you said and got up from the chair. "Call the rest, we're going soon."

"Okay." I noded and went looking for remaining bandmembers.

No, your behavior wasn't normal. You weren't so stiff towards me for a while.

We were standing in front of the entrance to the stage. In silence, like always. I heard only our breaths. Your hand rested on mine. It was cold to the touch. I wanted to punch you. Of course you were sick. But no, why tell your friends you're not feeling well? What for?

We were playing one of our songs, when I noticed something. Something unnerving. You dropped you microphone and held your shaking hand against your temple. I turned in your direction. Your legs bent and you fallen down. Microphone rolled on the stage, then fell from it. Everyone went silent. I threw my guitar and ran to you, before anyone from staff could act.

"Asagi! Asagi, wake up! Asagi!" I called, shaking you by your arm.

You weren't waking up. I felt tears on my cheeks. I felt like I was sitting there for all eternity. Voices stopped reaching me. I was only looking at your pale, unconcious face. Three people from the staff took you off the stage. I felt someone grabing me by my arms and lifting from the floor. It was Hiroki, who almost killed himself while runnig from behind his drumset. At least that's what he told me and informed me all of this lasted for few seconds. Tsune tried to calm down the audience, but he gave up and left the stage. Hiroki pulled my sleeve and catching Hide-zou on the way, ran with us to the changing room.

I saw the ambulance taking you and driving off. Tsune told us you're still unconcious. At least that's what Hiroki told me, while shaking me and speaking something to me. He told me, he was just calling me. But I couldn't concentrate on his words until i felt pain on my left cheek. To put it simple, I was slapped in the face by Hide-zou, who was fed up with my mental breakdown. I have to admit it helped.

"Are you insane?!" shouted Hiroki, while looking at him. "You want to send another one to the hospital?!"

"But look, it worked." Hiroki defended himself, pointing at me. "His eyes are back to normal and he's breathing. Stop yelling at me."

"I'm not yelling. I'm just pointing out you shouldn't slap your bandmate just because he's in shock." said Hiroki.

"Calm down." I said with my voice shaking.

Drummer looked at me with care, then pushed away his koi's hand laying on his shoulder.

"And don't get angry at Hide-zou, because it's not the right time for a fight. Especially when..."

My voice broke down, but I didn't know why yet.

"Ruiza..." Tsunehito said, putting his arm around me. "He'll be fine."

"But I'm worried." I said and fell, but Tsune catched me. "I'm worried about him. I felt something was wrong. I knew it."

While sitting in a waiting room between Hiroki and Tsune, and listening to Hide-zou's snoring, who's falling asleep in every stressful situation, I wondered, why I was the only one with such a reaction to your fall, while everyone seemed calm. They didn't need to be hit in the face to get themselves together. I remembered all those times spent with you. Your smile, voice, delicate hands. I realised I love you.

I was first person who payed you a visit. I moved hair from your face, while you were sleeping. You whispered quietly "Ruiza", not even opening your eyes. To this day I wonder, how did you knew it was me.

"I recognised you by your hands."

"My hands?"

"Yeah, I often..."

"What?"

"I often held your hands while you were sleeping. Stupid habit of vocalist in love."

"Wait, you fell for me before I fell for you?"

"Way before you. You don't even know how many times I came to your room."

"Aware or sleepwalking?"

"Both."

"Takahiro, stop annoying me."

"I love you too, Yoshiyuki."

The end

Porando

Band: D
Pairing: Asagi&Ruiza, Hiroki&Hide-zou
Rating: 15+
Genre: comedy
Warnings: -
Note: "By the way, my drum solo was really that good? People were telling me this all the time."
"It's just the only thing they could say. Except "thank you", "I love you", "marry me" and all the welcoming words."



"Did you see, how they were shaking?" Tsune laughted knocking also smiling Ruiza.

"I'm not blind." laughted guitarist. "Takahiro, do you have water, or something?"

"Why do you need it?" asked Asagi. "To wipe of that blonde-haired fangirl's drool?"

"Exacly." sighted Ruiza. "Remember that one, who stared at me and had to think three times before approaching you?"

"That one without tons of make-up, wearing blue skirt?" asked vocalist.

"I thought she was gonna stand there frozen like that forever." he continued, when Ruiza noded.

"Hide-chan, why are you so grumpy?" Tsune leaned out.

"Because you placed me apart from Hiroki again." snorted Hide-zou, snuggling drummer's arm. "I'll kill you someday because of it."

"If we let you sit next to him, you'd molest him like, five times." replied Asagi, wiping Ruiza's hand with moisturizing napkin.

"If only five." laughted Hiroki.

"Hiroki..." Hide-zou looked at him.

"I love you too." said Hiroki. "By the way, my drum solo was really that good? People were telling me this all the time."

"It's just the only thing they could say." stated Ruiza. "Except "thank you", "I love you", "marry me" and all the welcoming words."

"One fan ripped of my lace." sighted Hide-zou. "I wonder, which one?"

"My bet is on the kissy blondie." said Ruiza. "Oh right, Takahiro. Didn't you go too far with fanservice?"

"But darling." Asagi smiled and kissed his koi. "My love for you overfilled the glass long time ago. It has to hit the ceramic floor. There's no other way."

"What?" Tsune and Hiroki looked at him.

"He loves me so much he has to prove it to me all the time." explained Ruiza. "Karyu said, there's good pierukku in Poland. Are we going?"

"Tomorrow, Yoshiyuki." answered Asagi.

"Why?"

"Because Hide-zou fell asleep and me, Tsune and Hiroki are tired." explained Asagi.

"But..."

"Quiet, Yoshiyuki." sighted Asagi, and pulled Ruiza towards him for a passionate kiss.

The end

Moon light, moon love

Band: Alice Nine&Kagrra,
Pairing: Tora&Akiya
Rating: 15+
Genre: fantasy, AU, romance
Series: "Night's Children"
Warnings: supernatural existence
Note: If you don't know anything about "Night's Children", please check "Forbidden light, forbidden love".



Raindrops are falling one after one on a Yoru's rooftop, bouncing on it's surface. I'm standing and looking at you, holding an umbrella with your hand and looking somewhere. You're thinking. I wonder what you're thinking about. Moonlight makes raindrops translucent, silver and glimmering. I look down and close my eyes. Why am I sitting here? Why won't I go inside? Because I love to look at you? Because I love your habits, gestures and character? Because I love the way you smile, the way you look at me with your black eyes, when you call my name? Because I love the way you care about everyone, your sensitivity to pain? Because I simply love you? No, what am I talking about. Those are some improper, silly thoughts. That's wather's fault.

Suddenly I can't feel the raindrops falling on me. Sound of them, bouncing on the umbrella got sharper, closer, louder. I open my eyes. I shudder, when I see your face so close to me.

"What are you afraid of, Amano?" you ask, looking at me with care. "It couldn't be me, right?"

"There's no way to be afraid of you." I reply.

You stare at me.

"Are you implying something, Moony?" you ask.

I know, you're angry. You wouldnt call me that otherwise. You don't like when you get called that and in your mouth that word was the worst offense. At least according to you.

"No, nothing. I'm sorry." I whisper, scared.

Like some kid caught red-handed.

"Why are you sitting here? You'll get cold." you say with a tone, like something could really happen to me.

"But I'm a vampire, so I can..." I stop, seing your look.

That sad look, when I remind you, that we're both dead.

"Let me forget sometimes." you say quietly, more to yourself than to me.

"But we..."

"Quiet." your tone is so firm, I shiver. "So you are scared. Why?"

"I'm not afraid of you." I deny.

"Yeah, you're not." you smile lightly, touching my cheek with your hand. "You're afraid of intimacy with me."

You saw right through me. I'm sitting, looking into your eyes, unable to say anything. I'm showing all the charisma, manlines and courage of former Black Cloud, right?

"Amano, say something." you say, while looking at me worried.

But you're not taking your hand away.

"Akiya, listen..." you don't let me finish.

Your lips touch mine in sudden and passionate kiss. You drop your umbrella, embrace me and stick to me with your whole body. I wonder if I could survive it if I were human. No need to breathe is usefull. You know, why.

Rain stopped. Moon shined on our silhouettes, looking into the sky. It's light reflects in our eyes.

"Let me ask you." I start. "Why did you do that?"

"Firstly, it let me forget for a while, who I am, who you are, who we are." you explain. "Secondly, you also wanted it, so don't ask stupid questions."

"You're right, as always." I say, pulling you towards me. You snuggle with me and close your eyes.

"I like to be right." you smile. "I think if our hearts were alive, they would beat happily."

You get sad again, realising, what you just said. This time, I kiss you. Tenderly and delicately, so you could smile again. Which is what you do next, then you look into the stars.

We're sitting like that through the whole night, hearing voices of our friends, arguing about where are we and what are we doing. We don't care. There's us and the Moon shining on our silhouettes, connected in an embrace. I guess you were right. Even though our hearts are dead, they beat with happiness.

~~The end~~