Tora/Saga: Picture Perfect
Title: Picture Perfect
Author: Chiinyan/Juu
Chapter/s: 1/??
Pairing: Tora/Saga
Genre: AU/Romance
Plot: The photographer. An artist. How did their paths crossed? What brought them close? Was it fate that brought their footsteps towards each other? Does it take a single click of a camera to have created this newly path they’re taking?
Disclaimer: I only own the story.
A/N: Hello~ It's been... years (?) since I wrote something. so hello!
this is supposed to be a oneshot but it was a little longer to be a oneshot, so I decided it will be in chapters, and still unsure how many chapters will it take. anyways, i hope you enjoy~
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The photographer. An artist. How did their paths crossed? What brought them close? Was it fate that brought their footsteps towards each other? Does it take a single click of a camera to have created this newly path they’re taking?
He is a freelance photographer liked by many people for his creative shots. He has photographed a lot of famous celebrities, models and known people in the industry despite being a freelance and not having his own name. Though as what some of the people he worked with, “You don’t need a company and an office. You, your house and your camera are your gems. Keep on taking pictures, okay?”
Even though he wants to be just a freelance photographer, he also wants to be known by famous photographers he’s always looked up to.
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His eyes set as he observed the room filled with beautiful paintings from artists from all over the world, with visitors showing their appreciation to the display infront of their eyes - a display of magnificent forms of art, creative art told in mixtures of colors, strokes of brushes and point of views. Tora gently grasped his camera lens, adjusting the distance as he slowly make a movement to his left. His one eye closed, the other so focused on trying to look for a shot that he can use to add on his portfolio. It’s a single shot that he needs - a click from that sleek finger, précised hand and arm position as Tora tried to look for a better angle to get a clearer shot.
He slowly maneuvered from right to left, but failed to get a subject.
“You know what, fuck it. I’m just going to close my eyes and shoot whatever.” He whispered as he cleaned and adjust his camera lenses. Seems like he doesn’t have any inspiration in his pockets today…
As what he planned, he again positioned his arms, his hands ready for position to take random shots as he move from left to right. The sounds of the shutter resonated in his ears like music as he continuously takes shots with both of his eyes closed. He did it.
He put his arms down, and went straight to browse his camera for those random photos he just took.
He grabbed his stuff and walked out from the room quietly.
He’s annoyed.
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Upon arriving home, Tora quickly took out his camera and went straight to the photos’ roll. It isn’t much but at least his level of annoyance is slowly suppressing as he find these blurred shots of the paintings turned strikes of colors that emanated from the lightings of the room and the colors of the clothes the visitors wore in the room earlier. He’s satisfied.
He sighed deeply. His eyes are closing shut; after all he’s been out trying to get photos that are worth of well-known photographers’ time. He looked again to the display, eyes almost half-closed.
Tora continuously clicked ‘Next’, 3 times…. 4 times…. 8 times….
He stopped. His eyes widened with what he saw.
It’s a clear shot of a tall person clad in a huge checkered shirt, long tight black tattered jeans hugging those slim legs, with a Fedora hat to complete the look. Tora can only gasp in two things - 70% of his photos from this day are blurred and needs more editing. But this particular shot; it’s a clear, clean shot of a person, a palm of the hand above a certain painting while the other hand is at the chest, clutching the shirt. Even when Tora took this shot 30 steps away from the person, Tora can tell that the person is in deep sorrow and it struck him.
And that’s where Tora got the urge - the urge to find him. Quick. To find this person wearing this black Fedora hat; to find this man wearing this tattered black jeans with hand placed on his chest and eyes closed.
To find this person that made his heart skipped a beat.
But how?
He grabbed his bag and phone in hand, locked the door and leave his apartment.
===
Trashed. Clothes soaked in tears and unfinished beer. Eyes watery, with smudges of black cosmetics around those pair of eyes.
“Let’s end this. You’re worthless. I don’t get anything from you.”
Worthless.
End.
These words echoed in his mind, breaking his heart further into tiny million pieces - like a jigsaw puzzle containing 100 pieces that needs to be completed, only possible with 5 persons helping hand in hand. Saga rubbed his eyes and grabbed his things his boyfriend threw him just an hour ago. He was sitting outside the apartment complex where his unit resides; a unit once filled with love, words from the heart, heated kisses and a bed that has witnessed such erotic yet sensational result of love.
It was raining. He’s been out for an hour and he’s still crying with the pain and anger he’s feeling. They were bounded by art and love; a passion they both shared where it started. But as what every person says after coping up with heartbreak: “There’s always an end to everything.”
Saga grabbed his stuffs and walked away from the building without any sight of where to go; as his tears blocked his eyesight, plus the heavy rain that soaked him fully.
Where to go, now?
He asked himself.
===
Heavy rain greeted Tora the moment he stepped outside from the apartment building. Brushing off the annoyance building up in him, he continued walking, not really giving a damn about the heavy rain. “As long as I find this person, I’m good.”
A loud splash surfaced; his clothes now soaked in rainwater and his bag on the ground.
“What the hell?!!?”
There were no lights in the streets, so it’s harder for Tora to see who or what he just bumped onto. His question was answered when he suddenly heard a very soft, shivering voice.
“I- I’m sorry….” The voice softly whispered.
Tora looked across him and he sees a guy on the ground as well. The difference between them is that, this guy infront of him is even soaked compared to him. He can’t see how, but he noticed that the other person doesn’t have anything with him aside from the bag he’s still clutching.
But as the usual, short-tempered Tora, being drenched in rain and is in a hurry to find the guy that was wearing the Fedora hat he saw this morning for his portfolio, he can’t deal with any bullcrap right now.
He stood up, and looked down to the person, in which he noticed is still not moving from the ground.
“Can you at least… just look on your path!? Look what you---“
Soft cries resonated around them.
“I’m sorry, I’m just---sorry.”
In an instant, Tora’s anger melted down as he saw the guy on the ground, now sitting, crying as he covers his face as he hugs his legs. The muffled cries just go straight to his heart.
He grabbed his umbrella, kneeled down and offered the guy his umbrella as they cover themselves from the pouring rain. It’s not much, but at least to save them from the rain.
“A-are you okay?”
He got no response.
“Do-do you want me to take you home? Or d-do you want coffee? Some tea? A-are you hungr----“
The cries stopped.
The guy looked up and Tora is just in deep shock.
It’s the guy earlier.
***
Comments/opinion are appreciated! c:
Author: Chiinyan/Juu
Chapter/s: 1/??
Pairing: Tora/Saga
Genre: AU/Romance
Plot: The photographer. An artist. How did their paths crossed? What brought them close? Was it fate that brought their footsteps towards each other? Does it take a single click of a camera to have created this newly path they’re taking?
Disclaimer: I only own the story.
A/N: Hello~ It's been... years (?) since I wrote something. so hello!
this is supposed to be a oneshot but it was a little longer to be a oneshot, so I decided it will be in chapters, and still unsure how many chapters will it take. anyways, i hope you enjoy~
======
The photographer. An artist. How did their paths crossed? What brought them close? Was it fate that brought their footsteps towards each other? Does it take a single click of a camera to have created this newly path they’re taking?
He is a freelance photographer liked by many people for his creative shots. He has photographed a lot of famous celebrities, models and known people in the industry despite being a freelance and not having his own name. Though as what some of the people he worked with, “You don’t need a company and an office. You, your house and your camera are your gems. Keep on taking pictures, okay?”
Even though he wants to be just a freelance photographer, he also wants to be known by famous photographers he’s always looked up to.
==
His eyes set as he observed the room filled with beautiful paintings from artists from all over the world, with visitors showing their appreciation to the display infront of their eyes - a display of magnificent forms of art, creative art told in mixtures of colors, strokes of brushes and point of views. Tora gently grasped his camera lens, adjusting the distance as he slowly make a movement to his left. His one eye closed, the other so focused on trying to look for a shot that he can use to add on his portfolio. It’s a single shot that he needs - a click from that sleek finger, précised hand and arm position as Tora tried to look for a better angle to get a clearer shot.
He slowly maneuvered from right to left, but failed to get a subject.
“You know what, fuck it. I’m just going to close my eyes and shoot whatever.” He whispered as he cleaned and adjust his camera lenses. Seems like he doesn’t have any inspiration in his pockets today…
As what he planned, he again positioned his arms, his hands ready for position to take random shots as he move from left to right. The sounds of the shutter resonated in his ears like music as he continuously takes shots with both of his eyes closed. He did it.
He put his arms down, and went straight to browse his camera for those random photos he just took.
He grabbed his stuff and walked out from the room quietly.
He’s annoyed.
===
Upon arriving home, Tora quickly took out his camera and went straight to the photos’ roll. It isn’t much but at least his level of annoyance is slowly suppressing as he find these blurred shots of the paintings turned strikes of colors that emanated from the lightings of the room and the colors of the clothes the visitors wore in the room earlier. He’s satisfied.
He sighed deeply. His eyes are closing shut; after all he’s been out trying to get photos that are worth of well-known photographers’ time. He looked again to the display, eyes almost half-closed.
Tora continuously clicked ‘Next’, 3 times…. 4 times…. 8 times….
He stopped. His eyes widened with what he saw.
It’s a clear shot of a tall person clad in a huge checkered shirt, long tight black tattered jeans hugging those slim legs, with a Fedora hat to complete the look. Tora can only gasp in two things - 70% of his photos from this day are blurred and needs more editing. But this particular shot; it’s a clear, clean shot of a person, a palm of the hand above a certain painting while the other hand is at the chest, clutching the shirt. Even when Tora took this shot 30 steps away from the person, Tora can tell that the person is in deep sorrow and it struck him.
And that’s where Tora got the urge - the urge to find him. Quick. To find this person wearing this black Fedora hat; to find this man wearing this tattered black jeans with hand placed on his chest and eyes closed.
To find this person that made his heart skipped a beat.
But how?
He grabbed his bag and phone in hand, locked the door and leave his apartment.
===
Trashed. Clothes soaked in tears and unfinished beer. Eyes watery, with smudges of black cosmetics around those pair of eyes.
“Let’s end this. You’re worthless. I don’t get anything from you.”
Worthless.
End.
These words echoed in his mind, breaking his heart further into tiny million pieces - like a jigsaw puzzle containing 100 pieces that needs to be completed, only possible with 5 persons helping hand in hand. Saga rubbed his eyes and grabbed his things his boyfriend threw him just an hour ago. He was sitting outside the apartment complex where his unit resides; a unit once filled with love, words from the heart, heated kisses and a bed that has witnessed such erotic yet sensational result of love.
It was raining. He’s been out for an hour and he’s still crying with the pain and anger he’s feeling. They were bounded by art and love; a passion they both shared where it started. But as what every person says after coping up with heartbreak: “There’s always an end to everything.”
Saga grabbed his stuffs and walked away from the building without any sight of where to go; as his tears blocked his eyesight, plus the heavy rain that soaked him fully.
Where to go, now?
He asked himself.
===
Heavy rain greeted Tora the moment he stepped outside from the apartment building. Brushing off the annoyance building up in him, he continued walking, not really giving a damn about the heavy rain. “As long as I find this person, I’m good.”
A loud splash surfaced; his clothes now soaked in rainwater and his bag on the ground.
“What the hell?!!?”
There were no lights in the streets, so it’s harder for Tora to see who or what he just bumped onto. His question was answered when he suddenly heard a very soft, shivering voice.
“I- I’m sorry….” The voice softly whispered.
Tora looked across him and he sees a guy on the ground as well. The difference between them is that, this guy infront of him is even soaked compared to him. He can’t see how, but he noticed that the other person doesn’t have anything with him aside from the bag he’s still clutching.
But as the usual, short-tempered Tora, being drenched in rain and is in a hurry to find the guy that was wearing the Fedora hat he saw this morning for his portfolio, he can’t deal with any bullcrap right now.
He stood up, and looked down to the person, in which he noticed is still not moving from the ground.
“Can you at least… just look on your path!? Look what you---“
Soft cries resonated around them.
“I’m sorry, I’m just---sorry.”
In an instant, Tora’s anger melted down as he saw the guy on the ground, now sitting, crying as he covers his face as he hugs his legs. The muffled cries just go straight to his heart.
He grabbed his umbrella, kneeled down and offered the guy his umbrella as they cover themselves from the pouring rain. It’s not much, but at least to save them from the rain.
“A-are you okay?”
He got no response.
“Do-do you want me to take you home? Or d-do you want coffee? Some tea? A-are you hungr----“
The cries stopped.
The guy looked up and Tora is just in deep shock.
It’s the guy earlier.
***
Comments/opinion are appreciated! c: