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By the time his alarm went off at seven, Yutarou still hadn't slept at all. He'd been up all night writing out the lyrics for a new song the band wanted to play at their next concert. And, after working on it for a full eleven hours, he had only been able to add three more lines to the song. Ah, fuck it, this song isn't going to happen anytime soon so I might as well just accept the fact. Ugh...I need coffee. With a low groan, Yutarou picked himself up from where he was crouched over the dining table and groggily rubbed his head as he walked toward the coffeemaker. He could hear Yuki's alarm beeping over the grumble of the machine and couldn't help but smile, leaning idly against the counter as he waited. XX
A couple minutes later, the coffeemaker beeped, and the grumbling slowly stopped as the coffee finished brewing. At the same moment, Yuki's bedroom door opened, and the 10-year-old hurried out, dressed in a pristine navy blue dress with a black sweater over the top. "Ohayo, tou-san!" She said, smiling at him as she entered the sitting room. Yutaro smiled back and returned her greeting as he poured his coffee into the bright pink cat print mug Yuki had given him for Christmas. It was definitely his favorite mug. XX
"Yui-san said you're trying to finish writing a song before your concert. Do you think you'll be able to finish it in time?" Yuki said, stepping past him toward the fridge. Yutarou turned to watch her retrieve the over-sized carton of milk and plop it onto the counter. "Maybe, maybe not. It doesn't really matter if we play it. That's the cool thing about playing new songs, no one's heard it before, so no one'll get disappointed if you don't play it!" The smaller girl nodded in recognition and turned back to the fridge, pulling out eggs one by one and handing them to Yutarou, who fished a frying pan out of the cupboard and started to make omelettes, chatting away as he did. XX
The two ate their breakfast around playful banter, chatting about school and music and friends and whatever else they could think of to talk about. Half an hour later, they were both scrambling to gather their things and hurriedly putting on their shoes, as they would both be later if they didn't move fast. "Will they fire you if you're late?" "Nah, I'm self-employed so they can fire me. But Kenta and Jun will get mad at me if I get there after they do, so that's why I'm hurrying." The two made it a race to see who could get to the stoplight by their complex first. Of course, Yuki won, but not without her dad right on her tail. XXX
Once they reached the stoplight, Yuki joined a group of her friends from school, and waved goodbye as her and her dad split ways. Yutarou watched until the group was out of sight before racing off across the road, humming quietly to himself as he headed toward the music company building. The building itself was a huge skyscraper situated on the outskirts of Tokyo, close enough to the city where its height wouldn't be out of place, but close enough to the suburbs that Yutarou wouldn't have to risk letting his daughter walk along busy streets to get to school and back every day. When she was younger, he'd walked her there every morning and picked her up every afternoon, but once Yuki started becoming more social, he began to put trust in the fact that she would have enough friends around to where she wouldn't need him looking out for her. XX
Jun would probably say I've developed a 'daughter-complex' or something just as dumb and perverted-sounding. As Yutarou stepped into the building, he was immediately greeted by the smells of coffee and pastries from the lobby cafe. There weren't many people around this early in the morning, and only a few of those people were artists, the others being company staff. Yutaro made his way over to the elevator and headed up to the tenth floor, tapping on the strap of his guitar as he stepped out of the elevator and into Snowflower's studio. Of course, he was the first one there, and the first thing he did was start up the coffeemaker. Sure, he'd already had one cup, but he would definitely need more if he was going to last the rest of the day. I bet Yui's going to come scold me for not sleeping, even though she's the one who wants the song done. XX
When the other three members of Snowflower arrived, Yutaro's prediction proved itself correct, as Yui did indeed scold him the moment she saw him with coffee. Jun and Kenta watched with amused faces and teased him for a good five minutes afterward, until Yui scolded them too for not working. At that point it was Yutarou's turn to laugh at his friends. For the next four hours, the three discussed song lyrics, edited previous songs to add in new arrangements, argued about whether it was better to have lots of bass or only a little, and took quite a lot of 'breaks' in order to mess around whenever Yui turned her back. It wasn't until Kenta's girlfriend Aya showed up that they really got to work. XX
"Oi, did you hear about that bar down the street? Apparently the guy who owns the place is super young, and everyone keeps blabbering about how good the drinks are. Its a gay bar too, so that's a plus for me~" Jun said, smirking creepily. Yutarou let out a groan from where he was draped over the back of the couch. "Of course you would like a gay bar, you're engaged to a dude. Yet you seem to forget that the two of us aren't as keen on getting knocked-up as you are- or were, anyways." Both Jun and Kenta laughed, though the latter of the two wasn't even listening to the conversation, too busy exchanging jokes with Aya to care. "Yuta, you haven't dated a single person since Hana died, and haven't had sex since before that. And I'm not trying to dishonor her memory or anything, but you can't live out the rest of your life all by yourself! Its disgraceful." Yutarou let out a louder groan and punched Jun in the arm. Hard. XXX
"Ow! Hey, don't go gettin' all violent just because I'm trying to knock some sense into you!" After a 10+ minute long argument, Yutarou agreed to spend one evening - "I repeat, one evening!" - with Jun and his boyfriend Ryouta at the bar. Kenta and Aya were left out of the equation, for obvious reasons, and Yui immediately accepted the right of watching over Yuki for the night. Well, at least I don't have to leave Yuki home alone because of some stupid bet my dumbass friends forced me into... The rest of the afternoon passed with little actual work, and more mindless chatter - mostly chatter from Jun about the bar's 'regulars' and which ones Yutarou would be the most interested in. Jun's judgement, however, was not easily trusted, as it had caused quite a few disasters back in their university days. And here, a few means a ton. XX
By the time they got to the bar, Yutarou was starting to think that his agreement to spend an evening at the venue might not have been such a bad idea after all. The bar itself was rather tame, at least compared to some bars he'd been too, and it wasn't nearly as crowded as a rave would have been. Jun and Ryouta were quick in abandoning Yutarou, leaving him in the doorway to make out in a dark corner. Assholes. Looking around, nothing served to catch Yutarou's interest, until his eyes fell upon a head-full of striking blue hair, practically glowing under the black lights. Taking a deep breath and shoving his hands into his pockets, Yutarou sat down a seat away from the blue-haired male, leaving an empty spot between them and ordering a blue cocktail, greeting the bartender with a polite 'good evening'. God, I feel so out of place in this bar... XXXX
A couple minutes later, the coffeemaker beeped, and the grumbling slowly stopped as the coffee finished brewing. At the same moment, Yuki's bedroom door opened, and the 10-year-old hurried out, dressed in a pristine navy blue dress with a black sweater over the top. "Ohayo, tou-san!" She said, smiling at him as she entered the sitting room. Yutaro smiled back and returned her greeting as he poured his coffee into the bright pink cat print mug Yuki had given him for Christmas. It was definitely his favorite mug. XX
"Yui-san said you're trying to finish writing a song before your concert. Do you think you'll be able to finish it in time?" Yuki said, stepping past him toward the fridge. Yutarou turned to watch her retrieve the over-sized carton of milk and plop it onto the counter. "Maybe, maybe not. It doesn't really matter if we play it. That's the cool thing about playing new songs, no one's heard it before, so no one'll get disappointed if you don't play it!" The smaller girl nodded in recognition and turned back to the fridge, pulling out eggs one by one and handing them to Yutarou, who fished a frying pan out of the cupboard and started to make omelettes, chatting away as he did. XX
The two ate their breakfast around playful banter, chatting about school and music and friends and whatever else they could think of to talk about. Half an hour later, they were both scrambling to gather their things and hurriedly putting on their shoes, as they would both be later if they didn't move fast. "Will they fire you if you're late?" "Nah, I'm self-employed so they can fire me. But Kenta and Jun will get mad at me if I get there after they do, so that's why I'm hurrying." The two made it a race to see who could get to the stoplight by their complex first. Of course, Yuki won, but not without her dad right on her tail. XXX
Once they reached the stoplight, Yuki joined a group of her friends from school, and waved goodbye as her and her dad split ways. Yutarou watched until the group was out of sight before racing off across the road, humming quietly to himself as he headed toward the music company building. The building itself was a huge skyscraper situated on the outskirts of Tokyo, close enough to the city where its height wouldn't be out of place, but close enough to the suburbs that Yutarou wouldn't have to risk letting his daughter walk along busy streets to get to school and back every day. When she was younger, he'd walked her there every morning and picked her up every afternoon, but once Yuki started becoming more social, he began to put trust in the fact that she would have enough friends around to where she wouldn't need him looking out for her. XX
Jun would probably say I've developed a 'daughter-complex' or something just as dumb and perverted-sounding. As Yutarou stepped into the building, he was immediately greeted by the smells of coffee and pastries from the lobby cafe. There weren't many people around this early in the morning, and only a few of those people were artists, the others being company staff. Yutaro made his way over to the elevator and headed up to the tenth floor, tapping on the strap of his guitar as he stepped out of the elevator and into Snowflower's studio. Of course, he was the first one there, and the first thing he did was start up the coffeemaker. Sure, he'd already had one cup, but he would definitely need more if he was going to last the rest of the day. I bet Yui's going to come scold me for not sleeping, even though she's the one who wants the song done. XX
When the other three members of Snowflower arrived, Yutaro's prediction proved itself correct, as Yui did indeed scold him the moment she saw him with coffee. Jun and Kenta watched with amused faces and teased him for a good five minutes afterward, until Yui scolded them too for not working. At that point it was Yutarou's turn to laugh at his friends. For the next four hours, the three discussed song lyrics, edited previous songs to add in new arrangements, argued about whether it was better to have lots of bass or only a little, and took quite a lot of 'breaks' in order to mess around whenever Yui turned her back. It wasn't until Kenta's girlfriend Aya showed up that they really got to work. XX
"Oi, did you hear about that bar down the street? Apparently the guy who owns the place is super young, and everyone keeps blabbering about how good the drinks are. Its a gay bar too, so that's a plus for me~" Jun said, smirking creepily. Yutarou let out a groan from where he was draped over the back of the couch. "Of course you would like a gay bar, you're engaged to a dude. Yet you seem to forget that the two of us aren't as keen on getting knocked-up as you are- or were, anyways." Both Jun and Kenta laughed, though the latter of the two wasn't even listening to the conversation, too busy exchanging jokes with Aya to care. "Yuta, you haven't dated a single person since Hana died, and haven't had sex since before that. And I'm not trying to dishonor her memory or anything, but you can't live out the rest of your life all by yourself! Its disgraceful." Yutarou let out a louder groan and punched Jun in the arm. Hard. XXX
"Ow! Hey, don't go gettin' all violent just because I'm trying to knock some sense into you!" After a 10+ minute long argument, Yutarou agreed to spend one evening - "I repeat, one evening!" - with Jun and his boyfriend Ryouta at the bar. Kenta and Aya were left out of the equation, for obvious reasons, and Yui immediately accepted the right of watching over Yuki for the night. Well, at least I don't have to leave Yuki home alone because of some stupid bet my dumbass friends forced me into... The rest of the afternoon passed with little actual work, and more mindless chatter - mostly chatter from Jun about the bar's 'regulars' and which ones Yutarou would be the most interested in. Jun's judgement, however, was not easily trusted, as it had caused quite a few disasters back in their university days. And here, a few means a ton. XX
By the time they got to the bar, Yutarou was starting to think that his agreement to spend an evening at the venue might not have been such a bad idea after all. The bar itself was rather tame, at least compared to some bars he'd been too, and it wasn't nearly as crowded as a rave would have been. Jun and Ryouta were quick in abandoning Yutarou, leaving him in the doorway to make out in a dark corner. Assholes. Looking around, nothing served to catch Yutarou's interest, until his eyes fell upon a head-full of striking blue hair, practically glowing under the black lights. Taking a deep breath and shoving his hands into his pockets, Yutarou sat down a seat away from the blue-haired male, leaving an empty spot between them and ordering a blue cocktail, greeting the bartender with a polite 'good evening'. God, I feel so out of place in this bar... XXXX