Prompt: 019 ~ Crazy May 2011©
Fandom: The GazettE
Focus: Reita x Kitty
Word Count: 1,386
Fandom: The GazettE
Focus: Reita x Kitty
Word Count: 1,386
Saturdays could go in any number of different ways for the members of the GazettE’s inner circle. They could be fantastically exciting day-off adventures, they could be slogging day-after periods of concert recovery, or they could even on occasion be calm and cozy relaxation days that brought the group closer as a whole. Or, they could be unendingly miserable.
The way in which each Saturday went was largely up for grabs. It all depended on the GazettE’s scheduling and the happenstance events of the day; from who got where first, to what came in the mail. The GazettE had limited the delivery of their fan mail to Saturdays and special occasions, knowing that a constant stream of outrageous fan presents would upset the people that the members could not permit to be upset. Spats of jealousy were only to be expected, such was the life of a girlfriend of a GazettE member, but the rock stars knew that they could limit the bouts of irrational rage.
Typically the GazettE’s girls liked the fanmail more than the band members. They found the present sweet and endearing; and since they knew that the musicians couldn’t care less about the endless confessions of love, they were content to let the fans moon over their men in peace. Every now and then though, something popped up that stepped beyond the limits of an ‘acceptable’ way for fans to show their appreciation, something that kicked the uneasy status quo out the window.
The gift in question on this particular Saturday had succeeded in upsetting the girls like nothing else ever had. The softer ones, Maki and Leslie, were easily wounded despite their tomboyish exteriors and had gotten very quiet once the present had been handed over by a Gaze Roadie with an exceptionally small capacity to understand the proper way to act around girls of any sort. Nana was in a huff and she was helping Meisa cook lunch amidst glares and the angry clattering of knives and pans. It was Kitty, though that everyone was most concerned about.
Even as idiotic as rock stars and their roadies could be tolerated as being, when one particularly idiotic roadie had found this particular DVD and had thought it would be a good laugh for the GazettE members, a new level of inconsiderate stupidity had been established in the universe.
The video was a recording of a fan cover set, five songs that were each directed at specific band members. The fan was playing each member’s favorite song on a reproduction of their favorite instrument. That alone was something the girls found quite charming, a real effort on part of the fan. Even Kitty, who was in the worst tirade of the year, found the fan's dedication admirable. It wasn’t the fact that it was a cover that had Kitty screaming at the roadie, brandishing the rolling pin she’d been using to help Meisa cook as a rather effective weapon. If it had been merely a cover, the Roadie wouldn’t have been sent running for his life after he’d sauntered in and set the performances rolling across the screen.
What the video had been, instead of merely being a fan cover, had been one step up from porn.
The crazy fangirl performing the overs was dressed in nothing but a clever camera angle and some skillful editing, it was only the visual block of the instruments that kept the film from being classified as hardcore NC-17 entertainment. Especially with how she was moving as she played. None of it could be considered the least bit tastefully done, even as that kind of thing went.
It was horrific.
Kitty’s tirade had sparked the moment she’d caught sight of Nana’s tearing eyes as she was simply overwhelmed. It hadn’t helped that the roadie had chuckled obnoxiously as the fan’s expression flipped about idiotically on the screen. The only thing that had kept Kitty from smashing up the DVD player was that the roadie at fault had been closer to her. The rolling pin in Kitty’s hand was hefty and after only a single blow the roadie was sent scampering out the door with a limp.
Kitty stood in a virulent huff of aggression, waiting to strike at anyone who dared do anything to annoy her. Everyone knew better than to say anything to her as she came back inside to return the rolling pin to the kitchen, she was done cooking for today. The DVD had been turned off the moment Kitty’s outburst of fury had broken the spell of disbelief holding the others in thrall.
As Kitty placed the rolling pin in the sink to be dealt with later, she eyed Ruki who was cradling Maki in his arms as he murmured soft promises and lures of ice cream as he led the actress towards the door. By this time, Uruha and Kai had already taken their girls out the back to untold destinations with itineraries that would probably end with a night in a spa. Aoi was hovering by Meisa in the kitchen, pleading against her stony silence.
Reita, in his infinite ill-wisdom, was still sitting on the couch.
The act of seeming nonchalance was enough to set Kitty off all over again. This time she didn’t have a weapon in her hand but the resulting screaming match between Kitty’s sweet soprano and Reita’s deep-chested rumble could have been heard from space. Aoi would assert that much for weeks after the event had settled down and become appropriately past enough so as to be joked about. At the moment of its occurrence, however, the only option open for Meisa and Aoi was to abandon their own squabble for long enough to flee the scene.
Reita and Kitty were both people of the opinion that the power of Right lay in the hands of the person with the loudest voice, and each had the lungs to make a viable bid for that power. What was actually said between them was of little consequence, none of them would be the least bit remembered. Words alone didn’t have the power to hurt anyone; it was what they were meant to mean that mattered. In their spats of vicious fighting, Reita and Kitty wouldn’t hold anything back.
Their argument traveled throughout the lounge and loft of the Gazette’s second home, the overwhelming energy of the pair needing the outlet of motion in addition to volume. They weren’t violent towards each other, not when they were fighting and might actually mean it. They would abuse each other playfully on their good days, but if anything might actually be behind a blow they would do their very best to pull all of their punches. Instead their frustrations manifested in sheer screaming.
Eventually, no one would ever know exactly how long or even be able to give an accurate estimate, but eventually, things settled down. The distance between the shouting combatants narrowed and the decibels of their voices slowly decreased. By the end of it, Kitty had wrapped herself tightly in her arms, having made all of her internal strife external and needing to find the line between inside and out again. Reita came up behind her, curling strong arms loosely around her figure in a similar effort to find a solid Kitty amidst lots of extraneous figments and details.
“I hate your crazy fangirls,” Kitty murmured roughly, her voice spent.
“I know,” Reita rumbled into her ear.
Kitty leaned back against him, not needing to look at him to know every detail of his expression. “I’m sorry.”
Reita squeezed her gently, a wordless gesture of support and understanding and forgiveness. “I’m sorry too.”
“Nee, Akira,” Kitty cooed quietly.
“I want a cookie.”
“We don’t have any left, Ruki ate the last of the chocolate chip things.”
“I knew there was a reason I liked Oreos. We’re never letting Ruki do the shopping again.”
“Do you want to go buy a bag?”
Kitty nodded, and added, “And maybe some soda . . . my throat kinda hurts.”
Releasing his hold on her enough to let them walk comfortably to the store, Reita said, “Soda sounds good; Coke or Pepsi?”
“Coke, obviously,” Kitty replied, playfully elbowing him. He knew her tastes better than she did in most cases.
“Then Coke it is, you crazy little sugar-junkie.”