Ouch - Saga/Shou - Oneshot
Title: Ouch
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: maazuki_kei
Genre: Fluff
Warning(s): Male on Male, nose bleeds of the Saga assortment
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Saga/Shou
Band(s): alice nine.
Synopsis: “Shou, that old bat swung a door into my nose!” he whined, batting his eyes rapidly to keep tears from escaping.
Disclaimer: Ah, I don’t own these beautiful men. If I did, I highly doubt I would be writing this entirely fictional piece of writing.
Comments: Well... yesterday morning I had a nosebleed. xD
First alice nine. fanfic. :3
"Oh... my... God!"
Shou brought his eyes up from his magazine to the door. He was tempted to get up from his couch and see just what was going on outside in the hallway to have someone yell out that loudly. But he shook his head; it was nothing to concern himself with. If it was urgent, surely one of his neighbors would come knocking.
He returned to flipping through the pages. Just seconds later his eyes were once again on the door. What the hell was going on?
“What? No... I’m fine. No, my friend lives right here. Yes, I’m okay.” The voice sounded as if it were right outside his door.
Shou leaned to the side when the door cracked open. Whoever was standing there had their back turned to him.
“Shouldn’t you knock first?” came an elderly woman’s voice.
“No, we’re close. He’ll understand.” The figure waved a hand.
Before the woman could say another word, Saga quickly turned and slammed the door. He had a hand carefully covering his nose.
“Shou, that old bat swung a door into my nose!” he whined, batting his eyes rapidly to keep tears from escaping.
The vocalist threw his magazine on the table and tugged the brown-haired man into the bathroom. There was no way blood would be dripping onto his carpet today.
Saga took a seat on the edge of Shou’s tub after being told to do so. He was reluctant to take his hand away from his bleeding nose, afraid that the blood would drip down onto his shirt. Shou patted him on the shoulder though and gently convinced his hand to lower itself. The vocalist gingerly fixed a piece of tissue up the bassist’s nose.
“Better?” he asked as he swept a few loose strands of hair from the other’s face.
Saga nodded weakly.
“Good.” Smiling, Shou dampened a washcloth and started wiping the dried substance off Saga’s hand.
The bassist watched, somewhat curious, as the washcloth lightly scrubbed anywhere blood was seen. Shou didn’t press down hard, so it didn’t hurt when he came to a spot between Saga’s fingers where the blood refused to come off. That was, however, the set back to his gentleness.
“Shou,” Saga said, placing his hand over the washcloth, “I can handle this.” He offered the blonde a smile.
Shou looked up at Saga, a determined gleam in his eyes. He shook his head roughly.
“I don’t mind. You’d probably miss a spot.” He grinned.
Saga removed his hand from Shou’s. The light scrubbing resumed.
“Saga?” The bassist’s fingers had started playing with Shou’s hair, twirling strands around. “What are you doing?” The words came out in a whimper as the hand moved down to caress the vocalist’s cheek.
His eyes squeezed shut as Saga leaned forward, barely grazing his forehead with his lips.
“Thank you.”
As his lips retreated, Shou opened his eyes.
“No problem,” he said quickly, bringing his face a little too close than needed to Saga’s hand hoping to hide the blush settling on his face. But most of all he wanted to hide the small smile that played on his lips.
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: maazuki_kei
Genre: Fluff
Warning(s): Male on Male, nose bleeds of the Saga assortment
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Saga/Shou
Band(s): alice nine.
Synopsis: “Shou, that old bat swung a door into my nose!” he whined, batting his eyes rapidly to keep tears from escaping.
Disclaimer: Ah, I don’t own these beautiful men. If I did, I highly doubt I would be writing this entirely fictional piece of writing.
Comments: Well... yesterday morning I had a nosebleed. xD
First alice nine. fanfic. :3
"Oh... my... God!"
Shou brought his eyes up from his magazine to the door. He was tempted to get up from his couch and see just what was going on outside in the hallway to have someone yell out that loudly. But he shook his head; it was nothing to concern himself with. If it was urgent, surely one of his neighbors would come knocking.
He returned to flipping through the pages. Just seconds later his eyes were once again on the door. What the hell was going on?
“What? No... I’m fine. No, my friend lives right here. Yes, I’m okay.” The voice sounded as if it were right outside his door.
Shou leaned to the side when the door cracked open. Whoever was standing there had their back turned to him.
“Shouldn’t you knock first?” came an elderly woman’s voice.
“No, we’re close. He’ll understand.” The figure waved a hand.
Before the woman could say another word, Saga quickly turned and slammed the door. He had a hand carefully covering his nose.
“Shou, that old bat swung a door into my nose!” he whined, batting his eyes rapidly to keep tears from escaping.
The vocalist threw his magazine on the table and tugged the brown-haired man into the bathroom. There was no way blood would be dripping onto his carpet today.
Saga took a seat on the edge of Shou’s tub after being told to do so. He was reluctant to take his hand away from his bleeding nose, afraid that the blood would drip down onto his shirt. Shou patted him on the shoulder though and gently convinced his hand to lower itself. The vocalist gingerly fixed a piece of tissue up the bassist’s nose.
“Better?” he asked as he swept a few loose strands of hair from the other’s face.
Saga nodded weakly.
“Good.” Smiling, Shou dampened a washcloth and started wiping the dried substance off Saga’s hand.
The bassist watched, somewhat curious, as the washcloth lightly scrubbed anywhere blood was seen. Shou didn’t press down hard, so it didn’t hurt when he came to a spot between Saga’s fingers where the blood refused to come off. That was, however, the set back to his gentleness.
“Shou,” Saga said, placing his hand over the washcloth, “I can handle this.” He offered the blonde a smile.
Shou looked up at Saga, a determined gleam in his eyes. He shook his head roughly.
“I don’t mind. You’d probably miss a spot.” He grinned.
Saga removed his hand from Shou’s. The light scrubbing resumed.
“Saga?” The bassist’s fingers had started playing with Shou’s hair, twirling strands around. “What are you doing?” The words came out in a whimper as the hand moved down to caress the vocalist’s cheek.
His eyes squeezed shut as Saga leaned forward, barely grazing his forehead with his lips.
“Thank you.”
As his lips retreated, Shou opened his eyes.
“No problem,” he said quickly, bringing his face a little too close than needed to Saga’s hand hoping to hide the blush settling on his face. But most of all he wanted to hide the small smile that played on his lips.