Title: Stardust
Fandom: Nana
Characters: Takumi / Hachi
Rating: PG for language
Disclaimer: The characters of Nana are © of Ai Yazawa.
Notes: We saw "that night" through the eyes of Hachiko. With these few lines I imagined the prospect of Takumi, rightly or wrongly.
Warning: written in May 2003, with this premise: "I hate spoilers, so I only have a vague idea of the real developments in the history between the two. On the other hand this is just a fanfiction, born shortly after reading chapter 16. He speaks of light, dark, and how easy it is to lose both. "
" Wait here, "he says, and right now is offering a last chance: if he wants to change his mind , take your time to do it. It can slip out from the main entrance or in the garage and go home, taking away the only loot his praises and kisses just before texturing, poetic as commuter traffic returning from work and car horns trumpeting nervous.
no evidence in the least surprised to find it again near the elevator, and when the invitation to get in a room that is not his, in a hotel other than that which houses the rest of the band, she follows him docile and silent, a veil of blush dusted his cheeks. Have you seen this scene a million times and the naturalness with which the pattern repeats itself, always the same, it's almost depressing. It 's only one suite, all the gods. And that's not even my black Mercedes, but the production . But
taught him to hide the intolerance behind a winning smile, and these are the moments when the good student is building on the lesson. As she moves, and crazy cackles like a top, in the ostentatious luxury of an otherwise bare room, he ordered dinner and suggested to pass the time making a bathroom.
Again she nodded obediently and is embarrassed, or confused, it's just a shadow passes over her face and pulling them back promptly. On the other hand are just stalling, is the only certainty they have and vibrates like una nota distorta nelle troppe parole di lei e nella voce vellutata di lui, simile ai fruscii dei dischi in vinile, e nemmeno il rumore dell’acqua, leggero dietro la porta, riesce a camuffarla.
E’ in grado di prevedere ogni singolo frammento della notte che sta per avvolgerli, le cose che dirà lei e quelle che accennerà lui, e accostandosi all’enorme finestra sorride amaro di questa semplicità. Ha la mente vuota e piena al tempo stesso mentre preme la fronte contro il vetro e osserva la città svegliarsi sotto di lui, le luci che si accendono in rapida successione e scintillano contro il cielo nero. E’ splendida, Tokyo di notte, has something magical and eerie together and see it from above, in perfect silence, it is a privilege that few can enjoy.
startled when they come knocking at the door and it's strange, because the waiters on the floor always have a very delicate touch, the first option, and when the boy in livery enters pushing the cart with the food Takumi hands him a generous tip and throws him out a second before she emerges from the bath.
So ends that you bring to the table and is a very curious picture, she eats caviar and duck him in a bathrobe and sipping red wine in the elegant Armani suit, the Italian designer suggested by management. Ren will be dark, Naoki the Kid, the vocalist Reira sensual and refined than he is sleeping here is the recipe that brought them success and it is no coincidence that, in the photos that make up the book of Trapnest, Ren and Naoki are often confined in the background. The music and talent, and even though there are more than evident, with up to a point.
E 'cute while shaking hands in the cutlery as a little girl and a little' stupid, who speaks with his mouth full, and maybe imagine being Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman", dealing with an environment light years away from what used to attend. I'm always pretty, this is part of the game. Sometimes they have a name, most are just bodies and leaving the heat between the sheets will disappear quickly, even before that staff have cleaned up the room. Remind him of the birds attracted to shiny objects, and this is why give them what they want and return what they receive: a dream made of fog, which begins when the door opens and dissolves a few hours later, when he leaves the room. They believe that real that it is a reflection of air and light, a mirage blinding lights up only in specific conditions.
Since I arrived in Tokyo there was some woman in the bed of Ren and different to Naoki, while those that have passed since his has stopped counting, even if he remembers perfectly the first time, after the show's debut . They had gone to a party and were drunk, recklessly, and its local agent had made a very beautiful girl and very naked, with eyes bilayers and long raven hair, which had approached and walked like a cat that is purr. Not even ten minutes later they wrapped up a stool and if it was brought to the hotel, a fantastic night that he had awoken from completely stunned. There were no comments from bitter part of Reira, who found this type of inappropriate behavior, but he had shrugged and he winked in the direction of Naoki, who looked at the ceiling displaying a guilty indifference.
To calm the waters had been necessary to the operation of their agent, who explained the situation to a point of view impeccable honesty and straight: you're a new band, and a bit 'of gossip that can not make good . Only if Ren had been silent, smoking a cigarette after another and hiding his eyes in a cup of black coffee.
Sad but true, those were the rules and it was useless, not to say Malicious, believed themselves to be above. On the other hand, Takumi had to adapt very quickly: after there had been a fan who was waiting in the dressing room, petite and pretty, and then the girl who made eyes at Ren but he was content with the bassist, in that sufficient funding was one of Trapnest ... A couple of times was over the cover of a magazine for teenagers, which gave a flirtation with un'idol on the rise, and in an interview claimed to be a regular guy, sensitive, waiting for the right woman. He laughed for hours, reading it, thinking of the press pack that had been delivered just before and the slew of questions and answers desk study. But to someone who really cared was Takumi? Who'd be interested in the truth and falsehood of his words?
E 'so that month after month on which the carousel rose began to give him nausea, turns a little' too fast and leaves no time to breathe, much less what to think, but paid for the ticket and is determined to enjoy the journey all the way, get off at the cost of throwing up. Do not even know why he chose her today. In the pocket of the jacket is a business with four phone numbers, but has preferred to support the ironic Ren and ask this girl's cell phone which now looks closer and becomes more and more small-size beds and queen silk sheets. If I ask, let it go away without doing anything.
Maybe because he saw the house where she lives with her and shared food, trivial and juicy red tomatoes, or because he likes the nickname that his friends have buckled, Hachi, which is tender and funny and is in the brush. But maybe, deep down, just want to believe that all this means to know and make the most natural thing, even sincere.
From wide-eyed look loose robe that leaked the other hand, are saying that a part of you would react, run away, but another, the smallest and naive, but is beaten in a moth to the light. It's called desire, it is easy to understand, but never like this when Takumi is aware that there's more: it is called hope, is almost incomprehensible and frightening.
Because it is a misplaced confidence, a pair of lovers are not the first experience, but two strangers whose paths have crossed for the first case and then calculating, and this will be a cold night like other, a little 'less bleak but still false.
Although the bodies are based with some transport, the mouth is numb and do not perceive any flavor that tastes, so make love to her in a hurry, the last formalities to be completed and then everything ends . Now limited to satisfying a need and this is not "Pretty Woman" but her ridiculous caricature of a script without a happy ending. Gold dust, dispersed in a whisper.
After washing carefully in the mirror and comb my hair has its strong point and that more than once asked can cut or at least curtail, then returns to wear the same suit, reeking of sweat and smoke too many cigarettes. Later it will move from room to get a clean shirt, can not stand on the skin of this track Fahrenheit mixed with loneliness. Now he understood, sex is a powerful anesthetic but short-lived, and when the effect wears off just filled the gaps appear whenever the largest and most desolate.
begins to regret the games of Mah-jong, is becoming all so exhausting. It should be a spontaneous and intimate contact, but paradoxically has become the most cold and mechanical, which pushes away rather than closer, and Takumi now has only the temples that pulsate and desire to leave.
you will still be sleeping, or that deep sleep and calm is yet another fiction? The temptation to approach and control is very strong, and maybe sit on the bed caressing a shoulder or brushes her hair from her forehead, as he did before sinking into her and close her eyes, unable to sustain that look so clear and hungry of love. Touch lightly
clothes left on the chair, now cold but still imbued with the scent, an aroma of intense and delicate flowers. Instead moves cautiously toward the table and pulls out a pen from the drawer.
What are you doing on nights like this, Hachiko? How to justify yourself? I tell myself that after all is what I always wanted my music, success and a pile of sex. It lasts as long as there is nothing wrong with a little advantage ', is not it? I have fun, you enjoy yourself, we both have something to tell your friends and there are no complications. But it is a great ball. Although it is true that everyone likes to stay near the fire burns but does not want anyone .
rereads what he has written and you feel sorry for himself, the young rock star with crises of conscience and inner conflicts, who fears the dark, but discovers he has the most beautiful eyes too delicate to endure the spotlight.
Tear up the paper and scribble the first thing that comes to mind. It 's the number of his mobile phone, latest model, kindly donated by the production.
*
Beep beep.
It 's almost out of the dressing room when he hears the monotonous trill that announces an incoming message. Go back and take the phone, dropped it on the table, and reads with eyes hasty lines on the display.
... hang up at the end of the tour. Nana:)
Select function Reply and meanwhile try to focus on the smiling face of her, the sweetness of her skin, the scent of honey in her hair. Think of a word, phrase or just a friendly greeting.
Someone beats a knock on the wood of the door, and the voice of Ren annoyed that calls from the hallway.
"Takumi Come on, now!"
clutching the phone in his hand, then quickly scroll the menu.
Delete the message?
In its dullness, the phone is doing to Takumi a question of fundamental importance, that has nothing to do with a few strange characters and emotions of the message just read.
hear the answer from the heart to slowly slide your fingers, the words take shape and then get caught on the keyboard.
a key is pressed and the display is now a blank screen.
I have his number in memory , he thinks as he reaches the other and together they set out towards the stairs to the stage. In the background, fans screaming their names, and a shiver runs down my spine thinking about the magic of that soon shall cover them all.
I'll call later.
Knowing full well that after will always be too late, too tired, too busy. Too far
.
It 's almost out of the dressing room when he hears the monotonous trill that announces an incoming message. Go back and take the phone, dropped it on the table, and reads with eyes hasty lines on the display.
... hang up at the end of the tour. Nana:)
Select function Reply and meanwhile try to focus on the smiling face of her, the sweetness of her skin, the scent of honey in her hair. Think of a word, phrase or just a friendly greeting.
Someone beats a knock on the wood of the door, and the voice of Ren annoyed that calls from the hallway.
"Takumi Come on, now!"
clutching the phone in his hand, then quickly scroll the menu.
Delete the message?
In its dullness, the phone is doing to Takumi a question of fundamental importance, that has nothing to do with a few strange characters and emotions of the message just read.
hear the answer from the heart to slowly slide your fingers, the words take shape and then get caught on the keyboard.
a key is pressed and the display is now a blank screen.
I have his number in memory , he thinks as he reaches the other and together they set out towards the stairs to the stage. In the background, fans screaming their names, and a shiver runs down my spine thinking about the magic of that soon shall cover them all.
I'll call later.
Knowing full well that after will always be too late, too tired, too busy. Too far
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