Slow-cooking a fic as I persevere through deadlines, enjoy the opening scene in which Mahiro goes out to see Dir en grey because I watched some of their Blitz 5 performances and Kyo licking the mic stand did something to me.
Give Me High Full Of Contradictions (a Toya x Mahiro fic [y2k au])
The shade of blond is different, up there, on the stage. Long, fluffy and teased, likely the doing of intricate blowdryer work, it is held so stiffly with hairspray that it barely moves as air fans toward it, opening, on impact, the singer’s unbuttoned shirt.
The man looks possessed as he cries his heart out into the microphone, the screams believable enough to pass for a meltdown as he quivers, grasping in desperation at his hair. Any moment now, Mahiro reckons, he is going to fall to his knees, a victim, perhaps, of his own emotions.
He wishes to one day play beside someone like that.
The bassline reverberates. Instinctively, Arisugawa’s fingers follow along, though he doesn’t know why he lets them. In a brief gap between the chorus lines, the singer leans over and runs his tongue up the mic stand. A collective screech follows, reaching frequencies Mahiro did not know were possible.
The shade of blond is different, up there, on the stage, warmly toned, cooled only slightly by the reflection of colorful lights. They must be the same age, he and the singer, Mahiro supposes, and his mind wanders to consider whether it might be the case for the lanky, tattooed bleached type he ran into in the dingy club bathroom.
The image of him refuses to leave Arisugawa’s mind.
It’s electrifying, the feeling intensified all the more by the sight of the blond singer up there, on the stage; and at the same time, terrifying, as he realizes just what a stranger can do to his thoughts. To disorganize them, like that, is not something he’ll lightly allow.
Inspired by this specific live of 24 Cylinders: