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Title: Banda
ぼ : MUCC
Author : ljmoony
Rating: M
couple : TatsurouxMiya
Chapters: single (Drabble)
Characters: Miya, Tatsurou
Warnings : shounen ai, yaoi
Abstract: During the recording of 6 , Miya and Tatsurou talk quietly. One sat in the drivers, and one locked in the studio recording voice. Almost mute dialogue, from parallel worlds.
Note: You can read a previous story to Hara or Watte hanasu and Error. Nothing has happened between Tatsurou and Miya yet. It is dedicated to srta_scarlet , for all the dedication and the effort she puts to read my fics (even if they are a miserable drabbles). Hope you like, small ♥.

The syllable "bou" is the prettiest. The better you feel. You pull your lips forward and close your eyes.

If Tatsurou had telepathy, probably the air in this study would not be so sharp, so hard. So cold, dry when we arrived at eight-thirty in the evening, everyone, including Tetochi, who was huddled on the couch, looked tired and cranky. The only one who looked in immaculate attitude was the look of a leader. A perfect blank, without scratches or blemishes. Nobody knew, and nobody wanted to know either, what he said those two black eyes, eyebrows accompanied lifeless and quiet. "Another
short time music? God, if only you told me to leave. I hate it when you do that, Miya , it says the highest of all, accommodating hair and watching behind the glass in a message signal. Wanted an explanation at least. But I knew it was futile. So much it costs you say "hey, Tatsurou, brakes. Come again? It is more hospitable. I rub off a little more confidence. How do you do with Yukke with SATOchi. Son of a bitch you're with me. How hate me. Miya
fervently rubbed his eyes. She could not sleep. I wanted a hot bath, a boiling soup and going to bed early. How difficult it had been unaware that pair of huge eyes, curiously, had not ceased to pose their eyes on it. That
poker face that I wear, complained Tatsurou inside, why not tell me shit, eh? Tell me, come on. Let's see. What, what? Do not you like how I'm singing? Say it then. Coward. You are a coward, Miya. Coward, coward, sissy-
wished to light a cigarette, but I knew I could not. It was the third time that menaced to take the package in his hands, and remember that I could not do it, three times his temper. Snorted a little, and the look of Tatsurou be sharpened. Looking up, he found him red-handed leader. How well pretend your discomfort. To say that I smile. But you do not. I never smile, he said. Like ... I love it, because you understand all my address and you need not speak or look you straight in the eye. I can not look into your eyes. I feel ... like a teenager, as high school kid. Why I like the popular girl who gets along with everyone? Well, for starters you're not a girl,
Tatsurou began to move his foot impatiently. Had cut the music and wanted me to start back. What now had to wait over Mr stretches will be completed? Too much already. And all because they are MY issues he repeated indignantly come, come, Huh? Come and sing YOU. To see how you go. Am I back? And why the hell seats? Why you do not use your index, you press the button on the microphone and tell me yes, Tatsurou? Do so it cost you? Haruka
volvíaa sound in the studio, and began to sing again, Tatsurou pressed his fists into his trousers, then release them slowly. Should focus, and show that he could. Yes, he could.
I can not ask them to record back. Is excellent. Not one fluff, no. It's perfect ... but, ah, come on. I see you pronounce that syllable again. I see you closing your eyes again. As much as you do not think I'm seeing. What think? Think I'm torturing sure to make you angry, haha. How sweet you are. I love it. Oi, no! I stopped the music. Soyunidiota . Looking up
without even moving an inch neck, imitated Tatsurou the guitarist almost as if possessed by it. NOW WHAT?! , skin broke in, AH, YOU GO TO EAT THAT TEAM. Button by button. Key by key. LOOK AT ME IN THE EYES AT LEAST MIYA. No ... no, no. Better not look at me. What? Huh? What? Ah, you're a dwarf who is not soil. Miya
perplexed for a few seconds, without looking up at all. And what I mean? Obviously sang well, he said. Scrubbed again fingers on his red eyes. "Well, King of Rome? , arrogant, Tatsurou watched with raised eyebrows.

- Etto ... I slipped off the button.
- ... not true.
- Back.
- Again? Say "yes" at least, before pressing the button of shit. I'm going to do eat.

so jealous, Miya thought, daring to look up. Your girlfriend probably can see pronounced "bou" whenever she wants. And I have to be torturing him for hours. On top of having to bank your mask XL, and puteándome inside. "I'll be whoring?

- wasureta koto Boku no kana?

Back, back! Ah. Why pleasure is so ephemeral? , I thought, go with the face away from the intense emotions that produced those lips moving to the beat of the song. and support your hands on your chest. I envy him too. How are they? "Cold, wet? "Warm, trembling? "... And your mouth? The beard you is precious. Do not listen to what you said your girlfriend. Not look like a Christ. Look ... what like? Greengrocer, jajajajaja. Too bad I am. But really. Look ... what look with that beard? I do not know. I love it. Is it nice to scratch? Still, without a beard you look more beautiful, because you look like a child. And when you get angry, do not frighten me. No beard. Bearded intimidate me a little. But hey. It is best if you have not noticed. And I hope you do not realize ever.

- I have no water, Miya-I awoke from the dream, Tatsurou, seeing that finished recording, Miya without making any comment was "Is there bottles there?
- Yes, but not fresh water. Poor thing ... hmm, should catch a glass of ice?
- Why nod to all my questions? Why the hell not look me in the eyes? I get tired of looking for the look and I never look ahead. Coward-Ok. I ordered a bottle of water. And I'm angry about Haruka no more. But still. I'd like to look in the eye. We are friends after all, right? Do not you tell me that the other day? I said "good, but you are my friends." I'm included, right? Thanks.
- Sure. How sweet you look .
- Ah, just going to ask you a towel, "smiled the singer, taking her with his free hand from the bottle thought I read and look at me eyes.
- Luckily I do not read your thoughts. I know you hate me. Mh.
- Why do you always think you're sleeping? Did you sleep well last night?
- Are you asking me to me?
- Huh? - Eye of the highest sought by the pony, hiding God knows what a corner. Not having anything in his hands, lift the toes of his feet nervously.
- Yes Yes, I say, yes .
- Me too, "said Tatsurou ironically, still smiling gently.
- so good.

rotating on its feet, he walked to his chair again.

- Miya-called, even at the bottom of the door between the control room and voice recording.
- I love when you say my name .
- Look into my eyes, Miya ...
- love ... as you pronounce my name. I'm listening.
- Already Haruka, no?
- Is that going to tell me? Haha. What an idiot I am. Obvious. What do you expect me asking, Masaaki? "If you want to give a kiss? Moron. Yes, that's it.
- SATOchi where he is?
- Will not you stay ... - oh, yes. Sure. Because you are pure fun, Miya. And a very nice, indeed. Macanudo, cool. God! Why do I want to stay if I'm doing my best to go away and leave me alone? because I can not see the eyes without getting lost in those ... lips. How ... I like.
- hate to do time every time I ask you something. Miya.
- How? Oh, yes. Eh ... I do not know. I know I was walking around with Yusuke.
- "" YUSUKE? "And this what happens? you sure you okay?
- Go go go go go go go. Oh, those eyes. As you live .

She stroked his neck tightly, tying the hair between his fingers. Here, wet with sweat so much, were cold to the touch and contrast with your skin, tibia. Big hands around his back, almost to his waist. He felt his breathing heavy hitting to the side of his nose. His chest, stirred and sprayed also contrasted with theirs too. I could feel his fingers like the claws of an enraged animal, his skin crawled. I could even think he was angry, I was upset. And your mouth? ... I kissed her mouth fiercely. As if men furiously besasen worldwide. As if being a man Doing so even dumber than it already imagined. Well he thought so gross. He saw the rough. Kissed him almost with anger. But how was his mouth? I imagined how? It was ...

- I potted - Tatsurou thought, completely losing his patience. He raised an eyebrow, and pulled his lips down her cheeks puffing unconsciously are you mad at me or something happens? Miya. I'm talking about.
- His mouth ... how will it be? - his eyes finally came to the pupils of higher tinting the entire face after realizing he had hung his eyes on her lips, just-no. No ... I'm not angry.
- No, I want to put a bullet in the knee just. Come on, Miya, tell me you are angry and ended-laying a hand on her waist, leaned all his weight on one leg. And what leg. Had gained a bit since the last time they had recorded. And two months ago that the gym was emerging good effects on the body of his vocals.
Miya
tried to smile at the irony of their ignorance. If you knew, he said. Again raised his eyes to his eyes.

- Is there a reason why I should be mad at you?
- Tell me, defiant, his eyes looked offended. And what once looked like bloated cheeks, now seemed a real pot directly. I was really offended. As a child you forget to smile if you are cross- which is ignoring me.
- I can not believe it. Oh ... I love it. Hahaha. I love it. You are ... oh, you're beautiful. Comeríaa you kisses. You eat the skin with kisses. Am I ignoring?

Tatsurou's shoulder was raised in a very slight angle. But he had done. And smacking his lips, rubbed her nose hard with his left hand, which until now had been subject to his waist.
saw almost jumping out of that chair. Locking the door behind his back. I could almost see him again, wanting to rip his shirt off and devouring each other desperately. Advanced
three steps toward him, but only changed its panel, sitting in a chair nearby, normally occupied by the soundman.

- Well, if you feel like pulling my hair, pick another day. I'm tired, you know? They are nine and ten in the evening. It was a long day. See you later.

The longhaired slammed the studio door with his hands still shaking. You really had said all that? Miya
timber contemplated only that door, rubbing his eyes again five minutes after the bang.

- Good thing you left. Kisses comíaa you seriously. Today comíaa you kisses.