31 Days: Twiggy vs. James Bond
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I am so drunk! ...No, seriously, I've had three g&ts and most of a bottle of white wine. This is disjointed as all get out. Still it makes for a nice change from the Uesugi, who're bloody depressing and no way around it.
Pizzicato Five - Catchy (Voltage Unlimited Mix by Towa Tei)
Nobunaga probably hates Shibuya-kei. On top of it all he's a rockist pig, as befits a character you're supposed to love to hate. And the only de facto Juliana in Mirageverse was Isari-hime. But one has to try everything at least once, or how would one know else?
***
Nobunaga went through "periods". He approached everything with the same boundless energy. To terrorized lesser minions ("casual acquaintances" being hardly descriptive) it seemed he would order mass executions and scorched-earth military campaigns at the drop of a 100-yen coin, on sheer psychopathic whim, which of course wasn't true. It was just difficult to tell when he did his thinking.
If he laughed you were all right. As a general rule.
It all depended on whether you were with him or against him.
Stupid people did exist.
The first month Ranmaru made a large number of orders from mail catalogues. He also racked up an impressive room service and telephone bill. Nobunaga wanted to know what he had missed but didn't want to go outside to learn. Cable television did the trick, and faster. It occurred to Ranmaru that an image of (post)modern Japan thus constructed might suffer somewhat from media hyperbole, but Nobunaga had always had an affinity for theatre.
When he found out the Uesugi Yashashuu had robbed him of the 1960s he was livid.
"It was more interesting in England, m'lord," Ranmaru said. "Or in America. Here there was nothing but tiresome riots and people playing acoustic guitar."
"I would have made it interesting," Nobunaga said.
This was unarguable.
There was a record playing. (There was a record player. There was a CD player and a laserdisc player and cassette radios of both the portable and non-portable variety. The record player was lime-coloured plastic with silver trim and rounded corners.) It sounded like some sort of bebop or jazz, with frenetic drums and retro strings and a disturbingly chipper female warbling in the treble range. Ranmaru couldn't imagine Nobunaga putting on anything of the sort except as background music for bloody murder, and felt relieved when the needle moved to the next track and revealed it to be a disjointed pastiche of found noise and heavy metal guitars. He set the twelve-pack of Coca-Cola down on the floor, picked his way around the discarded piles of clothing (wasn't that the sequined mesh top m'lord had lost last week?) and peeked around the bathroom door hesitantly.
"M'lord...?"
At first he thought there had been murder after all. The marble-tiled floor was streaked with crimson, and the bathtub looked as if someone had hung a pig to bleed from the shower head. Then he saw Nobunaga's hair, which was wet and dripping pink liquid down his back, irrevocably staining his rhinestone-studded denim vest – not that it mattered. He blinked twice, and smiled.
"Well, O-Ran? What think you?"
"It's lovely, m'lord," he said. "But you should allow me, it's my duty and pleasure to care for m'lord's person."
Half a dozen ruined towels later he sat cross-legged on the carpet, barefoot and tie undone, Nobunaga's head in his lap. The colour had turned out beautifully, a red like autumnal leaves or painted scrolls depicting the eight fiery hells.
"Now this befits the Demon King of the Six Realms," said Nobunaga. He reached up and pulled Ranmaru's beret off his head, ruffling his hair. "I like this time, O-Ran. It suits me."
"It is yours for the taking, m'lord. All of it—"
Nobunaga rolled over onto his back, pulling Ranmaru with him. A casual jerk sent Ranmaru's buttons flying. His shirt slid down, baring his shoulders. Ranmaru bit his lip, arched his back languidly. He had missed this; had not let himself think of it all this time, lest he be overcome with longing. After all he could only aspire to please, not choose. He leant forward until his lips brushed his lord's ear, and whispered to him of the preparations he'd made. Great forces had been amassed in his name, awaiting only a word: a single command from his lips.
"Tell me about him, then," Nobunaga said. His hands moved deftly over Ranmaru's skin, trailing shivers in their wake. "What is he like now?"
"Saa..." It was not the first time Nobunaga had asked. He liked to hear about it. Ranmaru lowered his lashes dreamily, remembering.
"A rough little boy," he said finally. "All wildness and bluster. Untrained, unthinking. He was barely under control. It would have been easy to kill him, had Narita Yuzuru not interfered."
Hands slid up his tartan-clad thighs, around the jut of his hip bones, and down. "But you've given me Narita, O-Ran."
"Yes, m'lord."
"Any time I want—"
"Yes... You would love him at first sight, m'lord, he's beautiful for all of that, like a half-grown wildcat... He doesn't remember us at all. Doesn't remember. Isn't that funny, m'lord?"
"But those eyes," Nobunaga said. "The same eyes, are they not?"
"Yes," said Ranmaru. "Yes—"
The rest was lost in a sigh of pleasure. Nobunaga watched him, gaze half-shuttered as if his attention were occupied by an image that was purely mental. Thinking.
"We're going out," he said.
They went out. People stared. They stared in the Ginza, they stared in Harajuku, they stared in Shibuya. They stared in Roppongi, and Nobunaga stared back, grinning. Ranmaru saw one (Australian? American?) blonde lean into another and say in English, hey, do you think he's a rock star?
Shiba Eiji was attractive but not that attractive (in fact Nobunaga wanted something done about the nose). This was on another order altogether, though hardly out of the blue insofar as Ranmaru was concerned. Nobunaga was what he was; only the petty folk had changed. The land had rotted with peace, nigh to the core, and these days no one understood the idea of shoguns.
But they understood rock stars.
They were still staring at one in the morning in Juliana's Tokyo, when Nobunaga turned to him and said something indistinguishable over the bass pounding of the music. Ranmaru shook his head, eyes wide, half-laughing.
"I'm sorry, m'lord—"
Nobunaga shoved a couple of feather boa-flouncing girls out of the way, leapt off the platform and dragged Ranmaru off the dancefloor. Next to the fire exit he slammed Ranmaru against the wall, pinning his wrists over his head in a bruising grip. The kiss was a hot meshing of lips and tongue that left Ranmaru gasping for breath. His head spun.
Yours for the taking—
"I said," Nobunaga whispered, "This could be fun."
***
I am so drunk! ...No, seriously, I've had three g&ts and most of a bottle of white wine. This is disjointed as all get out. Still it makes for a nice change from the Uesugi, who're bloody depressing and no way around it.
Pizzicato Five - Catchy (Voltage Unlimited Mix by Towa Tei)
Nobunaga probably hates Shibuya-kei. On top of it all he's a rockist pig, as befits a character you're supposed to love to hate. And the only de facto Juliana in Mirageverse was Isari-hime. But one has to try everything at least once, or how would one know else?
***
Nobunaga went through "periods". He approached everything with the same boundless energy. To terrorized lesser minions ("casual acquaintances" being hardly descriptive) it seemed he would order mass executions and scorched-earth military campaigns at the drop of a 100-yen coin, on sheer psychopathic whim, which of course wasn't true. It was just difficult to tell when he did his thinking.
If he laughed you were all right. As a general rule.
It all depended on whether you were with him or against him.
Stupid people did exist.
The first month Ranmaru made a large number of orders from mail catalogues. He also racked up an impressive room service and telephone bill. Nobunaga wanted to know what he had missed but didn't want to go outside to learn. Cable television did the trick, and faster. It occurred to Ranmaru that an image of (post)modern Japan thus constructed might suffer somewhat from media hyperbole, but Nobunaga had always had an affinity for theatre.
When he found out the Uesugi Yashashuu had robbed him of the 1960s he was livid.
"It was more interesting in England, m'lord," Ranmaru said. "Or in America. Here there was nothing but tiresome riots and people playing acoustic guitar."
"I would have made it interesting," Nobunaga said.
This was unarguable.
There was a record playing. (There was a record player. There was a CD player and a laserdisc player and cassette radios of both the portable and non-portable variety. The record player was lime-coloured plastic with silver trim and rounded corners.) It sounded like some sort of bebop or jazz, with frenetic drums and retro strings and a disturbingly chipper female warbling in the treble range. Ranmaru couldn't imagine Nobunaga putting on anything of the sort except as background music for bloody murder, and felt relieved when the needle moved to the next track and revealed it to be a disjointed pastiche of found noise and heavy metal guitars. He set the twelve-pack of Coca-Cola down on the floor, picked his way around the discarded piles of clothing (wasn't that the sequined mesh top m'lord had lost last week?) and peeked around the bathroom door hesitantly.
"M'lord...?"
At first he thought there had been murder after all. The marble-tiled floor was streaked with crimson, and the bathtub looked as if someone had hung a pig to bleed from the shower head. Then he saw Nobunaga's hair, which was wet and dripping pink liquid down his back, irrevocably staining his rhinestone-studded denim vest – not that it mattered. He blinked twice, and smiled.
"Well, O-Ran? What think you?"
"It's lovely, m'lord," he said. "But you should allow me, it's my duty and pleasure to care for m'lord's person."
Half a dozen ruined towels later he sat cross-legged on the carpet, barefoot and tie undone, Nobunaga's head in his lap. The colour had turned out beautifully, a red like autumnal leaves or painted scrolls depicting the eight fiery hells.
"Now this befits the Demon King of the Six Realms," said Nobunaga. He reached up and pulled Ranmaru's beret off his head, ruffling his hair. "I like this time, O-Ran. It suits me."
"It is yours for the taking, m'lord. All of it—"
Nobunaga rolled over onto his back, pulling Ranmaru with him. A casual jerk sent Ranmaru's buttons flying. His shirt slid down, baring his shoulders. Ranmaru bit his lip, arched his back languidly. He had missed this; had not let himself think of it all this time, lest he be overcome with longing. After all he could only aspire to please, not choose. He leant forward until his lips brushed his lord's ear, and whispered to him of the preparations he'd made. Great forces had been amassed in his name, awaiting only a word: a single command from his lips.
"Tell me about him, then," Nobunaga said. His hands moved deftly over Ranmaru's skin, trailing shivers in their wake. "What is he like now?"
"Saa..." It was not the first time Nobunaga had asked. He liked to hear about it. Ranmaru lowered his lashes dreamily, remembering.
"A rough little boy," he said finally. "All wildness and bluster. Untrained, unthinking. He was barely under control. It would have been easy to kill him, had Narita Yuzuru not interfered."
Hands slid up his tartan-clad thighs, around the jut of his hip bones, and down. "But you've given me Narita, O-Ran."
"Yes, m'lord."
"Any time I want—"
"Yes... You would love him at first sight, m'lord, he's beautiful for all of that, like a half-grown wildcat... He doesn't remember us at all. Doesn't remember. Isn't that funny, m'lord?"
"But those eyes," Nobunaga said. "The same eyes, are they not?"
"Yes," said Ranmaru. "Yes—"
The rest was lost in a sigh of pleasure. Nobunaga watched him, gaze half-shuttered as if his attention were occupied by an image that was purely mental. Thinking.
"We're going out," he said.
They went out. People stared. They stared in the Ginza, they stared in Harajuku, they stared in Shibuya. They stared in Roppongi, and Nobunaga stared back, grinning. Ranmaru saw one (Australian? American?) blonde lean into another and say in English, hey, do you think he's a rock star?
Shiba Eiji was attractive but not that attractive (in fact Nobunaga wanted something done about the nose). This was on another order altogether, though hardly out of the blue insofar as Ranmaru was concerned. Nobunaga was what he was; only the petty folk had changed. The land had rotted with peace, nigh to the core, and these days no one understood the idea of shoguns.
But they understood rock stars.
They were still staring at one in the morning in Juliana's Tokyo, when Nobunaga turned to him and said something indistinguishable over the bass pounding of the music. Ranmaru shook his head, eyes wide, half-laughing.
"I'm sorry, m'lord—"
Nobunaga shoved a couple of feather boa-flouncing girls out of the way, leapt off the platform and dragged Ranmaru off the dancefloor. Next to the fire exit he slammed Ranmaru against the wall, pinning his wrists over his head in a bruising grip. The kiss was a hot meshing of lips and tongue that left Ranmaru gasping for breath. His head spun.
Yours for the taking—
"I said," Nobunaga whispered, "This could be fun."
***
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Date: 2005-08-08 07:48 am (UTC)♥
This is the line every evil overlord should use at least once. Yup.
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Date: 2005-08-08 09:03 pm (UTC)But they understood rock stars.
You win the crack fandom.
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Date: 2006-10-20 09:57 am (UTC)Unfortunatly I haven't read any of the novels so this was a spoiler but... eeee! *big Nobunaga fan* :D ♥