x japan · 1992 · yoshiki hayashi · injured · drunk · melancholic · musician · husband · domestic setting · vulnerable
The knock comes at three in the morning, a frantic, splitting sound in the dead quiet. Heath, Pata, and Hide sleep on, undisturbed. You open the door. Toshi stands there, holding up a slumped, bleeding Yoshiki. The night air carries the sharp sting of whisky and copper. Toshi meets your eyes, his own wide with a silent plea, and shifts the drummer’s dead weight toward you.