Title: as yet untilied but i would gladly welcome suggestions if anyone has any
Author: Deaddesire
Pairing: KiritoxKohta
Rating: this part G, eventually NC17ish
Part: Prologue of ?
Warnings: un-betaed and eventual badly written incestuous-slutty-jrocker-yaoi. *nods*

It began like an itch.
A tiny niggling at the back of his mind that dispersed before he could even wrap his brain around it to identify exactly what it was.
But it was persistent.

It slowly began to manifest itself in Kirito’s actions. Subtly. Nothing out of the ordinary really, nothing to arouse any suspicions. A lingering touch, an extra long gaze, a lurking to desire to visit or call him. Little things. Of which Kirito took no real notice, unable to connect them to the nagging in his brain.
And so the itch persisted.

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Kirito sat in a chair in the very corner of their dressing room feeling both the invigoration and the exhaustion from their concert. Though he had to admit that exhaustion was outweighing the invigoration more and more these days. He smiled sarcastically to himself at the thought. You could only kiss Aiji so many times until it ceased to be exciting. He smirked broadly now, eyes lighting as they swiveled the room for the guitarist, intent on telling him just that. At least teasing hadn’t yet gotten old.

His eyes came to rest on the guitarist leaning on the vanity across the room, looking as tired as Kirito felt. Kirito frowned slightly at this. When had Aiji gotten so worn down? And why hadn’t he noticed until now? Concerned, he looked towards the other sides of the room. Jun looked similarly drained as he packed up the last of his belongings and shuffled out of the door with a grunt of farewell, most likely directly to collapse in his bed.

Kirito shook his head, disappointed in his uncharacteristic lack of attentiveness. Their schedule had always been demanding, and they had embraced it willingly. However, it seemed as though their age and experience had also brought along increasing weariness and tedium. Kirito sighed. Perhaps it would do good for them to take a short break. Just a little time off for them to all rest and find the excitement again. For all this to be a joy again, instead of a chore.

Resigned to this plan, he finished changing his boots and stepped across the room intent on discussing it with Aiji, who still leaned where he was, waiting for someone to get out of the shower. As he approached, however, the shower door opened, and Kohta emerged, damp and clad only in a pair of jeans.

Kirito turned slightly to scan the intensely familiar figure. He noted every detail, what was similar, what was intriguingly different. And how all of these fragments together created something so fascinatingly individual that---

Kirito blinked.

He turned from his bandmates with a coarse laugh. Simultaneously pleased with himself for realizing after weeks of trying and rather disturbed by his revelation. He shook his head, trying to shake the very thought from it, and walked out the door.

That was it.
That was the itch.
Kohta

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