A good smoke [Daichi]

[Aki]

After a good run to the town and getting a pack of smokes, Aki finally had decided what he wanted to do: chain smoke to fill up for all the time he was denied. But for some dumb reason, this school made it extremely difficult to smoke anything, anywhere.

Until he got to the roof, it was barren and slightly chilly. But he'll live. Pulling the plaid red shirt, closer to himself before sitting on the floor, torn jeans and boots were made for this kind of abuse.



Leaning against fence railing around the building, Aki lit his first smokes in months. Inhaling it, feeling the warmth burn inside throat and lungs. Exhale. It was as if with the smoke, went all his stress and trouble.

Once that cigarette was burned away, he light up another one.

He had 28 more to go.

[Daichi Miura]

The roof was a wonderful place. In fact it was rumored that one of Kreva's best grafitti was plastered right across the largest wall and that was enough motivation for Daichi to head upstairs to take a look.



With a Nikon DSLR in hand, the youth stepped out into the open from that flight of stairs and looked about in delight and wonder. This placed looked like an excellent spot for a PV, and he filed that bit of information into the recesses of his mind for another time. Now he was on a mission and he will get some nice photos to put up on his blog by tonight.

Unfortunately after a couple minutes of exploring, who should he see but Aki, the blonde looking like he owned the whole damned roof and Daichi started to cold sweat.

He better scoot before the other noticed him around and started ordering him to do weird things. Pulling his hood up over his features, Daichi began sneaking away. Away from demonlord Aki.

[Aki]

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale....

That was all that Aki was thinking of. Just watching the smoke coil around him before drifting off. He didn't even hear the door opening nor closing. All of his troubles were leaving him, making Aki a rather tame little brat.

"..............."

Then he saw something move out of his peripheral vision. Turning as he watched a Daichi inched away from him.

"HEY!" Why did Aki looked like he was greeting a friend? Hand up waving, big dopey grin on his face, cigarette between his lips. WHO WAS THIS AND WHERE IS THE DEMONLORD?!

[Daichi Miura]

(OmO)!!

Okay. Daichi made a run for the exit!

[Aki]

∑()

Aki was being nice for once. For once, he was trying to be kind to the brat...AND THE FUCKER RUNS?!

ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ

Oh, hell no! He toss the smoke to the ground (half done, mind you) and dash after Daichi. "YOU DICK!!!" Aki used tackle, and it was super effective!!!

Sitting on his fellow student, Aki flashed the victory sign to his imaginary audience.

[Daichi Miura]

"EEEEEEK!"

Facedown on the floor, thankfully he held his camera up before it got hopelessly smashed.

FLOP!

"Ow! What on earth...! AKI!!! GET OFF ME! YOU'RE SO HEAVY! EEEEK I CAN'T BREATHE!"

Daichi was panicking now. Who the hell knows what the rabid blonde was going to do next?!

"Eeeeek! You stink! Go away! GO, AWAY!"

[Aki]

"Eh....Breathing is overrated anyways. " He answered. getting off the other, only to pull Daichi back on his feet. Then dragging him back to where he was sitting previously. Picking up the dead cig. "Look at what you made me do! I wasted one guy in the attempt to get your attention."

Aki pouted, then put the half gone cig into one of Daichi's pocket. "Keep it as a momento of my sacrifices for you." If that even makes sense. He started to light up another one.

[Daichi Miura]

Now he was getting dragged up to his feet and towards Aki's little throne thingy.

"That's your problem! You shouldn't smoke anyway, it's bad for you!"

Daichi retorted with his arms folded and looking pretty affronted, and then he had a soggy Aki-bitten half-smoked ashy cigarette in his pockets.

"EEEEEEEK! GROSS! WHAT ON EARTH?!"

He immediately jumped away and proceeded to rid himself of the foul thing.

"No thank you!"

Oh my god. He could feel his blood pressure going up.

"Stop..stop this instant!"

Daichi exclaimed with a snatch of that cigarette away from Aki's lips before the youth even began to light the second one.

"You're in SCHOOL, for crying out loud! At least leave the compound first before smoking!"

[Aki]

"HEY!" It was a token of almost-friendship-maybe-just-recognition. But it was a kind gesture. Kind of. Huffing, he might as well start on the lighting, need to remove some more stress now. Aki's feelings were hurt!

Second one that Daichi seen, fourth that Aki was about to start. "HEY, AGAIN!" He was starting to think he was only saying one word to the other. He reached out just as quickly as Daichi did to grab the other's hand. Must save the cigarette....

"Honestly, I think if you smoke some, you won't act like there's a stick up your ass all the time!"

[Daichi Miura]

WHAT?

"I don't have a stick up my ass! I meant you well!"

Daichi insisted with a blush on his cheeks snatching his hand back from Aki's warm touch.

"And no! I can't spoil my vocals for something so frivolous as that!"

Sigh....

[Aki]

"That doesn't mean that you can go around stealing people's smokes!"

Aki did not see the corrolation of smoking and bad health. In his opinion, it helped him reduce stress, annoyances, and kept him warm in the chilly air. Thus, smoking equals to be quite the pal, if he said so himself.

"Besides, it adds in a nice husky, raspy sounds to vocals, such as J."

Aki was a fanboy. A very big one. Who do you think got him into smoking? A bassist of course.

[Daichi Miura]

"Soul singers don't have husky, raspy voices!"

........That wasn't true, but Daichi bet his entire life savings on the idea that most likely Aki wouldn't know, or care, about the truth in that retort. Hell, most likely Aki didn't even hear it. But seeing that Aki wasn't manhandling him for once, and even talking to him like how every other civilised person out there is doing, Daichi decided that it was safe for now to accompany the other.

Might as well make himself comfortable in that small area.

"But yes, J does have a very beautiful voice."

He wasn't lying about that.

Daichi found a seat near Aki on the table, resting his hip there.

[Aki]

"They probably should have husky, raspy voices, then maybe they would be worth listening to."

Daichi was right, Aki didn't listen to soul singers. He was too busy with rock, and pretending to be J in his dorm room. Besides, soul singers are pansys. But when the conversation went to his idol, Aki's eyes lit up, the stolen smoke doesn't even seem to matter anymore. He was off in Jland.

"Yessss...he's so smooth and husky...just like a real man should be." That's why Aki was aspiring to be the same. "I'm going to be just like him one day, a badass bassist with the face hair...and the nice body..."

Oh Aki can go on and on and on about J....

Poor Daichi, now you're stuck with this fanboy.

[Daichi Miura]

"Yeah he's all right."

Daichi seemed pretty unfazed at the moment. He didn't even seem to mind the fanboyism. Anything was better than Aki ordering him around, really.

"Jun-san's really nice though. I don't know why everyone thinks he's mean. He takes really good care of people."

.....What? What is THIS, Aki?! Daichi sounds like he KNOWS J!!!

[Aki]

"HE'S MORE THAN ALRIGHT!!" Aki roared. What part of dotting insane fan did Daichi not caught on?! It's important to treat J as if he was some sort of lovely being!

The only saving grace that was saving Daichi from a full tackle beat down, was the mention of J's sacred name, Jun....and some sort of familiarity with it...?

"......Yeah...J's a great man....." Aki had made his way out of his seat and hovering over Daichi.

"AND YOU SHOULD LIKE YOU HAVE MET THE GREAT MAN!"

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