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 Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 5:01 pm
Title: Augen Auf
Author: SparrowWriter
Rating: a general PG13-ish
Summary: Dero is plagued with insomnia and haunted by a spectre that can't be real. His mind was already crumbling with unwanted feelings for his band-mate...
Pairing: Dero/Crap
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It was a rumbling out in the hallway that jogged Dero back into consciousness. He cracked his eyes open with an exaggerated slowness and groaned softly. Pale morning light filtered through the drawn curtains of his hotel room. Dero turned his head; digital numbers glowed 8:45 at him. He groaned louder.
Lately, he hadn’t been sleeping well. Or rather, hadn’t been sleeping much at all. It would take him hours to fall asleep. He would toss and turn, trying to find a more comfortable position before finally drifting off. However, when sleep did come, it was a light sleep that would leave at the slightest provocation and Dero would get no real rest. Dero had hoped, what with the stress of the airport and the evening flight, that he would be exhausted enough to fall asleep and stay asleep. Yet here he was five hours later, awakened by a maid’s cart out in the hall and feeling horrible.
Clenching the pillow fiercely in his arms, Dero shoved his face into it and groaned again. It rose in pitch until it was nearly a scream. How was he ever going to get through the tour like this? The rest of the band and management assumed he was only suffering from a common cold. Dero didn’t want to tell them otherwise—admitting he had insomnia would create too many problems. For the band, for the fans, for himself…no. Dero could handle this himself.
He resigned himself to the fact that he was now awake for the day and sat up. While stretching, he let out a prodigious yawn, opening his mouth so wide that is jaw cracked. Since I’m awake, might as well greet the day… With this thought in mind, Dero got up and flung open the curtains. But he regretted this decision as soon as the early morning sun hit him in the face. “Gottverdammt…” He closed the curtains as sharply as he had opened them.
A shower. That was the only way to wake up. Still in his lucky white leopard print boxers (which weren’t proving lucky today), raking his fingernails over the tattoos on his chest as he scratched himself, Dero walked around the partition to his cheap hotel bathroom.
He strode into the small bathroom, flipping on the light and the thunderous fan at the same time. He leaned over into the shower stall and turned on the bath water, letting it heat up before starting the actual shower. Cupping his hands together, Dero gathered a small pool of water in them and then threw the water into his face. It served as a delicious shock to his system; he felt the tiny rivulets ran down over his eyelids, his lips, and down his chin. Shaking his head and grinning for the first time that morning, Dero turned around to face the mirror.
And stumbled back when the face he saw wasn’t his.
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A slow beginning, but a cliff-hanger for you!
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:25 am
oooooh cliffhanger....and i like it. ^__^
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 6:28 pm
Grr.
You and your cliffhangers.
Anyway, white leopard print boxers? wink Haha.
I've been wondering this forever... how exactly do you pronounce "Dero"? I've just been pronouncing it "Dear-oh"
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 9:43 am
briannawesome Grr.
You and your cliffhangers.
Anyway, white leopard print boxers? wink Haha.
I've been wondering this forever... how exactly do you pronounce "Dero"? I've just been pronouncing it "Dear-oh" That's how I pronounce it, and I think that's how he pronounces it in interviews, but I could be wrong...I mean, I can't figure out how Crap's name is pronounced either.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 5:00 pm
i vote for more please...and i also pronounce it 'Deer-oh' ...but sometimes it sounds like deer-woah *shrug* maybe it's my imagination.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 6:26 pm
SparrowWriter briannawesome Grr.
You and your cliffhangers.
Anyway, white leopard print boxers? wink Haha.
I've been wondering this forever... how exactly do you pronounce "Dero"? I've just been pronouncing it "Dear-oh" That's how I pronounce it, and I think that's how he pronounces it in interviews, but I could be wrong...I mean, I can't figure out how Crap's name is pronounced either. Haha, I just say Crap's name as well... crap.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 6:55 pm
eek he saw someone elses face in the mirror, instead of his? was someone behind him...or did someone steal his face?
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 11:19 am
CHAPTER 2 (which has actually been written for 3 months now, I just kept forgetting to type it... sweatdrop But Crap's in here and i gave you a bit of fanservice by taking more time to describe Dero in the shower than I really needed to.)
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Dero stumbled back from the mirror, a gasp stuck in his throat. The edge of the bathtub hit the back of his knee and he fell over. Throwing out a hand and finding the wall, he managed to regain his balance.
That had not been him in the mirror. Dero stalked cautiously toward the mirror, gripping the edge of the counter in white-knuckled fists when he got there.
Except it had been his face. His face, but...but not quite. The face in the mirror was not blurry-eyed and water-dripping with messy hair flying everywhere. Instead, the bed hair had been replaced by the gleaming black spikes that took hours to perfect. And the eyes...not red-rimmed, but lined thickly and glinting with a mischievous danger. The pale white skin of the cheeks sliced in two by a single razorblade tear falling from each eye...
Dero took a deep breathe in, slowly, expanding his chest until he thought his ribs would crack. He let it out just as slowly and pried his fists from the countertop. I'm just tired. The light hit the water on my face and just reflected weird...ja, das stimmt. Dero grabbed one of the handtowels and quickly, harshly, scrubbed at his face. The water was gone, just like the apparation in the mirror. Nein...kein Geist. Nur mich. Tossing the towel into the sink, the German singer ripped his boxer shorts off and threw them aside too. Dero hopped in the bathtub, warm water collecting around his feet, and shut the shower curtain. He twisted the knob sharply all the way to the right and then flipped on the shower.
His breath burst out in a gasp and his skin erupted into goosebumps as the icy water fell down on him.
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Dero jogged down to the stairs, entering into the empty lobby. He gave a short wave to the clerk at the desk before turning into the hall for the continental breakfast. He heard the slow bubbling of the coffeepot and smelled the fresh-cooked bacon but neither of these were the first thing he noticed. The first thing he noticed was the only person sitting in the hall.
Andreas Crap.
Dero slowed momentarily. Something had changed between them. Well, not exactly between them. Crap was the same as always. Something in Dero's attitude had changed. He couldn't have said exactly when the something had happened--it was too gradual. But now he was nervous whenever he was in Crap's presence. Nervous that he was going to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, complete with the wrong action.
Crap raised an eyebrow at Dero's hesitation. Dero grinned in return and jogged over to the table, grabbing an apple off the buffet on the way. Crap kicked the leg off the chair opposite him, knocking it sideways, and the spike-haired singer sank into it. There was a half-eaten breakfast still in front of the blonde man.
"I didn't expect you of all people to be up so early," Crap said with a grin, taking a sip of his coffee.
Dero groaned and began to toss his apple back and forth. "Shut up, Andreas. I didn't ask to be up this early."
"Flu still bothering you?" Crap looked concerned for a moment. But then Dero tossed the apple over his head and fumbled the catch when it came back down. The guitarist chuckled. "Didn't your Mutter ever tell you not to play with your food?"
"As I recall, she said that more often to you."
"At least I never ate sand-covered bird s**t."
"Hey!" Dero stuck his bottom lip out. "You bet me zwei Pfennig that I wouldn't eat it. I had to prove my masculinity and preserve me honor, you know."
Laughing with Crap and rehashing old days of playing in the sandpit had managed to drive the vision of the strange face in the mirror from Dero's mind.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 7:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 5:06 am
omg ich liebe! razz
I thought this was old and i was afraid that it was a deadficthread thingy
but it's NOT!! biggrin Can't wait for more ehehehe
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