Failings of the Heart - Chapter 1

Author: Silver Rayne

Pairing: Takehito/Shinichirou

Rating: R



Spotlights circled a stage [Like vultures around a corpse in the middle of a desert. Or like fic hackers around a suckfic. In any case, I'm pretty sure these spotlights had little wings to help them keep circling and twirling onwards.], high above thousands of people in the audience, flashing on and off [All of them?  Must have been hard to see the band]. Loud music blasted out a deafening beat, a man’s deep, sensuous voice rising above it.  [A beat which makes people deaf, and yet a deep voice can rise above it? Mixed metaphors, anyone?] Dropping low before howling out again, changing as the music did to inspire and mesmerize the crowd.  ["Howling"? Perhaps Unit Weiss could voice act way better than they could sing in the early days, but this is a little unfair.] His lyrics were blunt and sexual in meaning [Yes, 'House of Love' is blunt and sexual, with its taboo-shattering references to making love and nakedness.], causing not only the women, but also the men to scream even louder.   [*pictures a group of drunk businessmen pumping their fists in the air*] [*WHOOOO! JERRY! JERRY!* Judging from some of what the "authoress" is about to write, I can safely say she'd be at home on that particular talk show.] Their response only made Takehito [You know him well enough to call him by his first name?  Wow.] give out more of what they wanted. [Aya cosplay earrings?]  [Spooge?]  [A marmoset of some sort? I guess the world will never know.]

Takehito held his microphone tightly in one hand, practically breathing into it as he sang [One does have to breathe in order to be able to sing]. A hundred notes [WTF?  He's not an opera singer.] mixed into one steady and dramatic voice that held everyone captive in its magnificence.  [A hundred notes altogether? Unit Weiß used to waver on certain notes occasionally, but it's not that bad!]

Over by the left side of the stage, Tomokazu and Hiro were getting into the music, attempting to dance without taking any of the attraction off of Takehito. On the right side, Shinichirou was patiently waiting for House of Love to be done with [What, was he just standing there like a statue?]. [What about the J-rock humpy-humpy?] [Either the focus is meant to be entirely on Koyasu, and the others should not be diverting attention from him, or Miki is not playing his part. Which of the seiyuu are being naughty?] The entire performance had made him bitter and angry [I can not imagine Miki being angry.] considering that it would be their second last. One more concert after this one and it was all over. The end of Weiss Kreuz and anything that had been formed as a result of it.  [*points at the OVA, Gluhen, WSB, and countless shitajiki and djs*  You were saying?] 

[Miki: "Oh Take-chan! We have nothing in common bar being Weiß seiyuu! And so
when Weiß ends, we'll never see each other again!"
Koyasu: "Oh Shin'i-chan! HOLD ME!"
Miki: "I WUV YOU, Aya--Oops, I mean Take-chan!"]

"Nee shiroi heya wa kagu sae nakute hadaka no futari (Nee, just you and me, naked in this bare white room)," Takehito sang. "Nee kaeru basho wa koko ja nai no ni wakare ni aegu (Nee, this isn't our home, but it still hurts to breathe to leave)." 

[Will we never escape the Curse of the Random Japanese? This appears to be the lesser-spotted CotRJ, with both versions in the story just in case a reader can only speak Japanese and can't understand the translation. How thoughtful!]

Shinichirou didn’t notice Takehito approaching him until the man’s fully vibrant voice caught him off guard [As if the red-streaked hair and the dead sexiness of the man in Aya form wasn't enough to catch someone's eye]. [Koyasu: "I waste him with my Sonic Boom!" But I guess we now know which seiyuu is the naughty one! Pay attention, Miki! Koyasu wants to fuck you!] He backed up, thinking that his friend needed more space to dance in when their eyes met.  [Poor lad never realised the entire concept of Weiß is built of a foundation of fanservice.] No matter how hard he tried, he could not look away. Even when Takehito’s hand fell on his shoulder and dragged down his chest, Shinichirou remained still. A sudden grasp to his buttocks and their bodies locked together. Takehito’s hips grinding and swaying into his friend’s, singing low into Shinichirou’s ear [They are NOT Mana and Gackt.] [So no humpy-humpy?  Damn, and that just might have improved this fic @_@;;;]. Breathing quickening with his erotic movements that were not rejected.  [Umm... someone please make sense of that sentence for me.  It hurts my brain! MY BRAIN! And the poor dear's all tuckered out from trying to "read" Dysfunctional.]

[I've seen a tape of the Gluhen concert, and none of them EVER interacted with each other in that manner on stage.] 

Soft words made Shinichirou’s ears burn as Takehito held him closer.

"Nee amai toiki mado wo kumorasu ametsubu no you (Nee, your sweet long sighs fog the windows like foggy mist)." ["I'm gonna show off my L33T Japan33z skillz by making Takehito sing in ACTUAL JAPANESE!! I'm even gonna include a translation I ripped off a fansite two seconds ago!! OMGWTFBBQ!!] Pressing tightly to Shinichirou in all the right places, listening to him unknowingly sigh. [...Into the microphone, so the entire audience got to be knowing about it.]

Still - dark eyes watching, understanding and needing - they were slow in separating. Prolonging the moment and their brief contact for as long as Takehito held his last note.  [They were slow in separating and yet only had brief contact? Truly one should have consistency in their long list of melodramatic sentence fragments they add to a fic to make themselves seem like a Proper Author.] [Strange how just seconds before, Miki couldn't be bothered with Koyasu.]

Then, the act came to a close. [All of a sudden! Like one of those book-demons in FF5 slamming closed.  BANG!  ...hey, at least that metaphor isn't *quite* as bad as some of the "author's".] Takehito returned to center stage to accept his round of applause and save his voice for the next song. He didn’t look at Shinichirou directly for the rest of the night.


"That was pretty hot what you did out there.  [Oh, it makes me so hot baby.  You fangirl-based innuendo makes me so hot.]" Tomokazu joked in the dressing room afterwards. He laughed when Shinichirou blushed [*LAUGHS*  Miki wears see-through shirts in RL, and you have him blushing], poking him in the ribs. "Are you two doing more than singing in your spare time?" [Seeing as the unit is only together when they're being Weiß, I think Seki would have noticed!

"Shut up!" Shinichirou jerked on his shoelaces, cursing when one broke off in his hands.  [Except that they are their WK characters, and how often does Youji get furious?] 

"I’m a married man." [*Wince* Since even this fact about Koyasu is debatable, and this fic isn't based on anything we know about the seiyuu apart from appearance and that they do concerts, you could have left this detail out! Or, you know, you could stop writing about real-life married men who have sex with people other than their wives?] With the way his friends reacted, Takehito wished that he had never laid a finger on Shinichirou.  [How about two fingers, the minimum requirement of buttsex? And wait a minute! I have MANY pictures on my hard drive of Koyasu laying hands on Miki! Something isn't right here.  Something that has nothing to do with marmosets!] If he had anticipated getting carried away with the song, he would have stayed further away from his friends. He didn’t like to think that he intentionally sought out Shinichirou in order to interact in that manner. What would his wife think if she saw the video? [Ask for a threesome?]

"But… you two look so cute together."

Hearing that comment from Tomokazu turned Shinichirou into a furious demonic entity. [The author hasn't been very good with metaphors so far. This one's no exception.] He stormed out of the room, shirtless and missing a shoelace.  If anyone dared to follow him, there would be hell to pay.

"What did I say?"

"Tomokazu… what Takehito [Actually, Yuuki uses the honorific '-sama' when addressing/speaking of Koyasu, and towards him, Yuuki's speech in general is highly formal and polite.  ALWAYS.] did is not funny," muttered Hiro. He ignored the helpless expression on Takehito’s handsome face. This was not one of those times where sticking up for the man was possible. "Did you even rationalize it out in your head [Worst.  Misused.  Idiomatic construct.  Ever.  How in the bloody hell do you "rationalize something out", let alone do it "In your head"?] before you went and did…that [Which  is to say, touched me ..."there" in my "special area"]?" Now he chose to scold Takehito instead of Tomokazu since his other friend was not as guilty. "This isn’t even the first time that you’ve flirted like that and behind your wife’s back."  [I find the idea of Yuuki giving Koyasu romantic advice hilarious.] 

"I didn’t mean to cause a fight.  [Unless that's what turns you on.  Please tell me that's what turns you on! It turns me on.  Mmm! Fights and unchi-chan++.]" 

"No, but if you keep that up, you’re either going to seriously hurt Shinichirou’s feelings or end up missing a wife. [If he has more than one, as this sentence has implied, would an extra husband really matter all that much?] Take your pick." [Umm... I'll have the marmoset myself.  Maybe it will become frightened and gouge my eyes out? At this point, I'd like that.]

Deciding to be smart about it [Huh? You already said anyone who went looking for Miki would have hell to pay. Are you trying to imply that Seki is an idiot?!], Tomokazu tiptoed out of the room in search of Shinichirou. He wanted no part of this complicated argument. There were too many forbidden and disapproved ideas being discussed.  [Namely, how the author knows hard-core diddly squat about Japanese culture.]  It would be better for professionals like Takehito and Hiro to sort it out [They are talking about Koyasu's flirtation with Miki--not a business deal]. Sometimes being the youngest had its advantages.

[You ARE trying to imply Seki's an idiot! How dare you!!] 

"Hiro, come on. You know that I would never hurt Shinichirou… at least not on purpose." Takehito felt exasperated with the direction their conversation was heading.  [West.  He'd always had a strange aversion to heading West.  It simply felt against his nature.  Political commentary provided at no extra charge.]  Did his friends really believe that he could be so malicious?

However, all Hiro did was frown, not wanting to encourage or relieve his friend of any [UNCHI-CHAN++!] or responsibilities. "And what about your wife?"

"My wife…" [*spork spork spork*]

"I don’t know what to tell you. I really wish I did because I think that you aren’t even sure of yourself. When you figure out what it is that you want, then I’ll listen. [But not before, fucker.] But not now, not when you made yourself and Shinichirou look like idiots. [No *points* That's the "author".  The "AUTHOR".] You embarrassed us all and that’s saying a lot after the numerous things we’ve done in the past."  [I can't even begin to tell you what's wrong with this.]

[Um, no. There are a great many fangirls who appreciate every single lingering touch between these actors. Goodness knows, the writer is one of them!]

Hiro left the dressing room to find their tour bus, hoping that Takehito would eventually come to his senses.  [But later, Yuuki would break into tears upon learning of Koyasu's misguided decision to make Omi a brunet with a pathological fear of having his bangs trimmed.] 

- To be Continued -

[Damn.] 

[HEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE Marmoset! Her boy.  Here's a spork and mommy's eyes.  GOOOOOOD Marmoset <3.  Ouch.]


++ We have here the lesser banded CotRJ, whose call, "unchi-chan" translates loosely to "Shit".

On to Chapter Two!
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