angel theme - nisaki
Title: Pearls and White Feathers
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: 4. angel
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Comments: Non-AU. For a friend. ♥
Sakito stepped out of the backstage shower, breathing in deeply the heady steam lingering around him. Drying off, he reached for the street clothes folded neatly on the counter, and gave himself a satisfactory glance over in the mirror before opening the door, pushing wet strands of hair away from his back and dry shirt.
Upon emerging Sakito was greeted with an uproarious howl of laughter from Yomi who, along with Hitsugi, was crowded around something on the table. Such occurances weren't unusual around the raunchy vocalist, but there was a particular glint in Yomi's eye when he turned to grin at the guitarist that made Sakito cringe inwardly, expecting the worst. "So what's her name?" Yomi wasted no time in firing off the question, whatever was on the table still hidden behind him.
"...Huh?" Sakito raised an eyebrow at both of them, watching Hitsugi turn around with a confused expression of amusement and sympathy for his friend. The younger guitarist pointed over his shoulder as Yomi moved to the side.
"Your secret admirer!" Sweeping an arm back to reveal a bundle of six bright red roses, Yomi's mouth curled evilly as the gears of obnoxious genius creaked to life in his head. Sakito paused in disbelief when he saw the flowers. The past two weeks had been nothing but trying to find vases and free space for the gifts that kept turning up at his doorstep, though none of them gave any indication as to where they were coming from.
When he found his voice again, Sakito frowned and replied, "More like stalker, actually." He took the last few steps to the table, waving Yomi away with both hands. "Shoo."
After a brief cackle at Sakito's expense, Yomi left the two guitarists in peace to pursue other mischief. The pile of roses lay unassumingly on the table still, and both Hitsugi and Sakito stood staring at them uneasily. "I've been getting a lot of these lately. I really wish I knew who they were from...."
Hitsugi turned to his friend with raised eyebrows, "You really have no idea?"
"None whatsoever," Sakito sighed, picking up the bouquet gingerly. "I've got bunches of these all over my apartment, I'm running out of room for them. And not a single one came with a tag."
"Ooo, that's so romantic," Hitsugi teased, poking his nose into one of the roses. "I'll bet it's a fan."
"How would a fan get my home address?" Sakito pretended to laugh off the idea, but in reality he found it a bit unsettling. "But yeah...it is kind of romantic."
"Yeah, and kind of gay."
The two guitarists jumped slightly when Niya's head appeared between them, referring to the private conversation he had clearly been eavesdropping on. The bassist's dark eyes lazily trailed down the stems of the roses, continuing up Sakito's arm, along neck and over to his face, chuckling at the wide-eyed embarassment written all over his leader's expression. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me," Niya responded jokingly with a wink and moved away to gather his bag.
***
Sakito didn't return home until late that night, having gone out with his bandmates after the show. Thankfully, he had only endured minimal teasing from Yomi about the flowers, which were now resting precariously in a metal pot full of water on his kitchen counter. In the guitarist's hand was another rose, but not one of the many he had in various places around the apartment. No, this one was different...the soft petals glowed in the dim living room light like antique pearls, and felt like living velvet under his fingertips as he ran his hand gently over the bud. This white rose stood out in his mind against the sea of crimson Sakito had received previously, and it had been taped to his door with a scrap of paper tied to the stem. On the note scrawled handwriting read Will you meet me on the bridge at sunset tomorrow, angel?, a quiet invitation to finally discover who this mysterious giver was.
It certainly didn't sound like a fan, Sakito mused, smiling thoughtfully and tracing his jawline with the feathery crown of the rose. He would be lying to himself if he insisted he wasn't intrigued, but at the same time such an unknown meeting was a little frightening. To be sure, it was also a thrilling idea, but Sakito was hesitant to agree. Picking up the note and reading it over again uncertainly, Sakito decided to throw caution to the wind.
***
Lenghtening shadows crept across the sidewalk, striping silhouettes of dark branches with the golden glow of the setting sun. Sakito walked with an added spring in his step and his hands tucked in his pockets, anxious, excited, and scared for the rendezvous all at the same time. He could see the bridge just down the road, with a few people crossing on their evening strolls while a shower of white petals from a nearby pear tree fluttered like tiny feathers over them.
I wonder which one is waiting for me? Sakito thought to himself, examining each one from afar, ruling out all but one leaning unobtrusively against the railing, facing away from him. Though Sakito was still unable to make out any details from this distance, he could discern the distintive trail of cigarette smoke wafting from the figure's hand. Having spied the likely candidate, his pace quickened, heart thumping just a little bit faster against his ribcage. Every step brought more features into view, until Sakito's steps faltered just before the edge of the bridge, frowning in disbelief and confusion as he recognized Niya's familiar posture. Turning on his heel, Sakito started to storm away, quite certain that this whole thing was a result of Yomi's insatiable desire to make life entertainingly difficult for everyone. Yes, such a trick had the short vocalist's name written all over it, and yet....
Sakito hesitated in mid-step, glancing back over his shoulder. The bassist hadn't noticed him yet, and he stopped his angry retreat to think for a moment on the offchance that Niya being right there, right then was just a strange coincidence. Regardless of the reasons, Sakito had to know one way or the other and he continued onto the bridge, heaving a defeated sigh as he slowed to a stop behind the other man. "I should have known this was a joke. Who put you up to it?"
Niya turned at the sound of his leader's voice, taking the cigarette from his mouth and tapping the ashes into the breeze, keeping his dark eyes downcast. His expression was carefully blank, as unreadable as an empty book. "No joke."
Opening his mouth to respond, Sakito found that he was as a loss for words and instead gaped at Niya like a fish out of water. Niya rested his back against the railing, rubbing his neck nervously with one hand, tendrils of cigarette smoke curling around his face. He seemed to be quickly losing his cool, and a faint blush blossomed on the bassist's cheeks and he began babbling like an cornered teenager. "Yeah...it was me all along. I...uh...well, I didn't have the guts to say anything before, and we've been friends for a while now so I thought it might be weird, you know? But...I've really liked you for a long time..." Niya trailed off with a nervous laugh, turning slightly to face Sakito, who continued to look at the bassist as if he had just sprouted tentacles. Niya's next quiet words fell on deaf ears as Sakito struggled to comprehend what he was being told. "...I'll understand if you don't want anything to do with this."
The bassist fell silent, and the two stood staring each other down, both waiting for the other to speak first. Sakito wasn't sure how, but moments later the tension snapped as they fell into each other, Niya capturing his mouth in a hesitant kiss while he snaked his arms around the bassist's neck, pulling him closer. Heaven must be crashing down on the two of them, or at least that's what Sakito felt as Niya boldly slipped his tongue between the guitarist's parted lips, heedless of possible stares they might draw on the bridge. Breathless, Sakito broke away and rested his cheek on Niya's shoulder, closing his eyes against the last rays of the setting sun sparking off the city windows, and he felt the other man's arms slide comfortingly around him, one at his waist, the other reaching up to touch the back of his head. In the shadow behind them, Niya's arms appeared as folded wings against Sakito's back, confirming for the world that he finally had his angel.
fin.
Author: jibunnohana
Theme: 4. angel
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Comments: Non-AU. For a friend. ♥
Sakito stepped out of the backstage shower, breathing in deeply the heady steam lingering around him. Drying off, he reached for the street clothes folded neatly on the counter, and gave himself a satisfactory glance over in the mirror before opening the door, pushing wet strands of hair away from his back and dry shirt.
Upon emerging Sakito was greeted with an uproarious howl of laughter from Yomi who, along with Hitsugi, was crowded around something on the table. Such occurances weren't unusual around the raunchy vocalist, but there was a particular glint in Yomi's eye when he turned to grin at the guitarist that made Sakito cringe inwardly, expecting the worst. "So what's her name?" Yomi wasted no time in firing off the question, whatever was on the table still hidden behind him.
"...Huh?" Sakito raised an eyebrow at both of them, watching Hitsugi turn around with a confused expression of amusement and sympathy for his friend. The younger guitarist pointed over his shoulder as Yomi moved to the side.
"Your secret admirer!" Sweeping an arm back to reveal a bundle of six bright red roses, Yomi's mouth curled evilly as the gears of obnoxious genius creaked to life in his head. Sakito paused in disbelief when he saw the flowers. The past two weeks had been nothing but trying to find vases and free space for the gifts that kept turning up at his doorstep, though none of them gave any indication as to where they were coming from.
When he found his voice again, Sakito frowned and replied, "More like stalker, actually." He took the last few steps to the table, waving Yomi away with both hands. "Shoo."
After a brief cackle at Sakito's expense, Yomi left the two guitarists in peace to pursue other mischief. The pile of roses lay unassumingly on the table still, and both Hitsugi and Sakito stood staring at them uneasily. "I've been getting a lot of these lately. I really wish I knew who they were from...."
Hitsugi turned to his friend with raised eyebrows, "You really have no idea?"
"None whatsoever," Sakito sighed, picking up the bouquet gingerly. "I've got bunches of these all over my apartment, I'm running out of room for them. And not a single one came with a tag."
"Ooo, that's so romantic," Hitsugi teased, poking his nose into one of the roses. "I'll bet it's a fan."
"How would a fan get my home address?" Sakito pretended to laugh off the idea, but in reality he found it a bit unsettling. "But yeah...it is kind of romantic."
"Yeah, and kind of gay."
The two guitarists jumped slightly when Niya's head appeared between them, referring to the private conversation he had clearly been eavesdropping on. The bassist's dark eyes lazily trailed down the stems of the roses, continuing up Sakito's arm, along neck and over to his face, chuckling at the wide-eyed embarassment written all over his leader's expression. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me," Niya responded jokingly with a wink and moved away to gather his bag.
***
Sakito didn't return home until late that night, having gone out with his bandmates after the show. Thankfully, he had only endured minimal teasing from Yomi about the flowers, which were now resting precariously in a metal pot full of water on his kitchen counter. In the guitarist's hand was another rose, but not one of the many he had in various places around the apartment. No, this one was different...the soft petals glowed in the dim living room light like antique pearls, and felt like living velvet under his fingertips as he ran his hand gently over the bud. This white rose stood out in his mind against the sea of crimson Sakito had received previously, and it had been taped to his door with a scrap of paper tied to the stem. On the note scrawled handwriting read Will you meet me on the bridge at sunset tomorrow, angel?, a quiet invitation to finally discover who this mysterious giver was.
It certainly didn't sound like a fan, Sakito mused, smiling thoughtfully and tracing his jawline with the feathery crown of the rose. He would be lying to himself if he insisted he wasn't intrigued, but at the same time such an unknown meeting was a little frightening. To be sure, it was also a thrilling idea, but Sakito was hesitant to agree. Picking up the note and reading it over again uncertainly, Sakito decided to throw caution to the wind.
***
Lenghtening shadows crept across the sidewalk, striping silhouettes of dark branches with the golden glow of the setting sun. Sakito walked with an added spring in his step and his hands tucked in his pockets, anxious, excited, and scared for the rendezvous all at the same time. He could see the bridge just down the road, with a few people crossing on their evening strolls while a shower of white petals from a nearby pear tree fluttered like tiny feathers over them.
I wonder which one is waiting for me? Sakito thought to himself, examining each one from afar, ruling out all but one leaning unobtrusively against the railing, facing away from him. Though Sakito was still unable to make out any details from this distance, he could discern the distintive trail of cigarette smoke wafting from the figure's hand. Having spied the likely candidate, his pace quickened, heart thumping just a little bit faster against his ribcage. Every step brought more features into view, until Sakito's steps faltered just before the edge of the bridge, frowning in disbelief and confusion as he recognized Niya's familiar posture. Turning on his heel, Sakito started to storm away, quite certain that this whole thing was a result of Yomi's insatiable desire to make life entertainingly difficult for everyone. Yes, such a trick had the short vocalist's name written all over it, and yet....
Sakito hesitated in mid-step, glancing back over his shoulder. The bassist hadn't noticed him yet, and he stopped his angry retreat to think for a moment on the offchance that Niya being right there, right then was just a strange coincidence. Regardless of the reasons, Sakito had to know one way or the other and he continued onto the bridge, heaving a defeated sigh as he slowed to a stop behind the other man. "I should have known this was a joke. Who put you up to it?"
Niya turned at the sound of his leader's voice, taking the cigarette from his mouth and tapping the ashes into the breeze, keeping his dark eyes downcast. His expression was carefully blank, as unreadable as an empty book. "No joke."
Opening his mouth to respond, Sakito found that he was as a loss for words and instead gaped at Niya like a fish out of water. Niya rested his back against the railing, rubbing his neck nervously with one hand, tendrils of cigarette smoke curling around his face. He seemed to be quickly losing his cool, and a faint blush blossomed on the bassist's cheeks and he began babbling like an cornered teenager. "Yeah...it was me all along. I...uh...well, I didn't have the guts to say anything before, and we've been friends for a while now so I thought it might be weird, you know? But...I've really liked you for a long time..." Niya trailed off with a nervous laugh, turning slightly to face Sakito, who continued to look at the bassist as if he had just sprouted tentacles. Niya's next quiet words fell on deaf ears as Sakito struggled to comprehend what he was being told. "...I'll understand if you don't want anything to do with this."
The bassist fell silent, and the two stood staring each other down, both waiting for the other to speak first. Sakito wasn't sure how, but moments later the tension snapped as they fell into each other, Niya capturing his mouth in a hesitant kiss while he snaked his arms around the bassist's neck, pulling him closer. Heaven must be crashing down on the two of them, or at least that's what Sakito felt as Niya boldly slipped his tongue between the guitarist's parted lips, heedless of possible stares they might draw on the bridge. Breathless, Sakito broke away and rested his cheek on Niya's shoulder, closing his eyes against the last rays of the setting sun sparking off the city windows, and he felt the other man's arms slide comfortingly around him, one at his waist, the other reaching up to touch the back of his head. In the shadow behind them, Niya's arms appeared as folded wings against Sakito's back, confirming for the world that he finally had his angel.
fin.