Number One Fan -- [Shou/Saga - Fanfiction ]
Title: Number One Fan
Author: Aki freekshxt
Pairing: Shou/Saga (ToraxHiroto mentioned)
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Comments: It's short
Disclaimer: I do not own Saga or Shou and I'm not in anyway affiliated with alice nine.
I've been watching him all day and night, like I always do. He's walking back and forth on the stage, his voice carries out to the sea of fans that fill the stadium. They're screams would over power his voice if it weren't for that mic, and they're all screaming his name. I childishly envy that crowd for calling to him like they are, like they know him and what he's all about. I guess I shouldn't, though..because what they know is just a cover for the media. I don't think he realizes that I'm watching him here backstage, ignoring the rest of the world..and the band. I'll admit I get caught up in him and the way he moves his body, carrying himself to elegantly.
"Watching your lovah again, Saga-sama~?" I heard the rug rat ask, causing my cheeks to turn red and the natural instinct to avoid eye contact kick in.
"Shouldn't you be doing the same?" I ask, trying to avoid the subject as much as possible, making the other one pout and stomp his feet like a stubborn child.
"Taiga said I had to leave him to dress. He said I was getting in the way." He made a face as he mimicked the raven-haired guitarist, even more so when he crossed his arms and shifted his weight to is right like Tora did.
The sight made me laugh, it always did. Hiroto did such a wonderful job at mocking his lover from the way he would talk to the way he held his guitar. Though, I'm sure I could do the same with Shou with how much I observed him. Then again, Hiroto and Tora just spent too much time together and had the ability to finish each others sentences. Absently, my eyes trailed back to the blonde vocalist on the stage, and that smile returned to my face.
His voice echoed backstage, asking if the crowd was ready for the night ahead of them. They all screamed their answers, and that's when I felt two other bodies come up behind me. I already knew who it was, so I didn't bother to turn around. They were all talking behind me, but I wasn't paying attention to their words. Too caught up in the laughing angel that was kneeling down at the edge of the stage.
"Okay, so it'll go Hiroto, Tora, Nao and then Saga." I turned around, looking at the stage manager as he announced our roll in entrance.
Nodding in response, we all lined up in order and walked out one right after the other. They were all interacting with the crowd now, but my attention didn't stray. I was still watching him, smiling brightly to myself. I couldn't hear the crowd, they seemed so far away from me now that he was so close. He had walked up to me, that big smile on his face that made my heart melt every time. He was the only person I saw, the only person I could hear.
I took a deep breath and slipped my arms around his neck, slipping a small kiss to his jaw. His reaction was slow the moment he felt the kiss, and I could feel his fingers curling into the back of my shirt. At that moment I figured he had caught on, or maybe I put more feeling into that one small kiss than I had planned. It didn't matter, though, I didn't care. The only thing that mattered was him, and the words that had been repeating in my head over and over when I was with him.
"I'm your number one fan." I told him in his ear, hugging him tightly for what I wished could have lasted forever.
I felt his lips against my cheek and at that moment I knew we knew. We couldn't explain what we knew, or how we knew it. We pulled away and I wandered to my bass as he wandered to the front of the stage. We played and poured our hearts out that night, and I'll never forget about it.
I smile to myself as I lay here on my bed thinking of that night. It replays in my head every night before I fall asleep, like my very own bedtime story. And every night before I close my eyes, I look over to the sleeping saint with his arms around me. Yes, my number one fan.
Author: Aki freekshxt
Pairing: Shou/Saga (ToraxHiroto mentioned)
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Comments: It's short
Disclaimer: I do not own Saga or Shou and I'm not in anyway affiliated with alice nine.
I've been watching him all day and night, like I always do. He's walking back and forth on the stage, his voice carries out to the sea of fans that fill the stadium. They're screams would over power his voice if it weren't for that mic, and they're all screaming his name. I childishly envy that crowd for calling to him like they are, like they know him and what he's all about. I guess I shouldn't, though..because what they know is just a cover for the media. I don't think he realizes that I'm watching him here backstage, ignoring the rest of the world..and the band. I'll admit I get caught up in him and the way he moves his body, carrying himself to elegantly.
"Watching your lovah again, Saga-sama~?" I heard the rug rat ask, causing my cheeks to turn red and the natural instinct to avoid eye contact kick in.
"Shouldn't you be doing the same?" I ask, trying to avoid the subject as much as possible, making the other one pout and stomp his feet like a stubborn child.
"Taiga said I had to leave him to dress. He said I was getting in the way." He made a face as he mimicked the raven-haired guitarist, even more so when he crossed his arms and shifted his weight to is right like Tora did.
The sight made me laugh, it always did. Hiroto did such a wonderful job at mocking his lover from the way he would talk to the way he held his guitar. Though, I'm sure I could do the same with Shou with how much I observed him. Then again, Hiroto and Tora just spent too much time together and had the ability to finish each others sentences. Absently, my eyes trailed back to the blonde vocalist on the stage, and that smile returned to my face.
His voice echoed backstage, asking if the crowd was ready for the night ahead of them. They all screamed their answers, and that's when I felt two other bodies come up behind me. I already knew who it was, so I didn't bother to turn around. They were all talking behind me, but I wasn't paying attention to their words. Too caught up in the laughing angel that was kneeling down at the edge of the stage.
"Okay, so it'll go Hiroto, Tora, Nao and then Saga." I turned around, looking at the stage manager as he announced our roll in entrance.
Nodding in response, we all lined up in order and walked out one right after the other. They were all interacting with the crowd now, but my attention didn't stray. I was still watching him, smiling brightly to myself. I couldn't hear the crowd, they seemed so far away from me now that he was so close. He had walked up to me, that big smile on his face that made my heart melt every time. He was the only person I saw, the only person I could hear.
I took a deep breath and slipped my arms around his neck, slipping a small kiss to his jaw. His reaction was slow the moment he felt the kiss, and I could feel his fingers curling into the back of my shirt. At that moment I figured he had caught on, or maybe I put more feeling into that one small kiss than I had planned. It didn't matter, though, I didn't care. The only thing that mattered was him, and the words that had been repeating in my head over and over when I was with him.
"I'm your number one fan." I told him in his ear, hugging him tightly for what I wished could have lasted forever.
I felt his lips against my cheek and at that moment I knew we knew. We couldn't explain what we knew, or how we knew it. We pulled away and I wandered to my bass as he wandered to the front of the stage. We played and poured our hearts out that night, and I'll never forget about it.
I smile to myself as I lay here on my bed thinking of that night. It replays in my head every night before I fall asleep, like my very own bedtime story. And every night before I close my eyes, I look over to the sleeping saint with his arms around me. Yes, my number one fan.