Creole chapter 1 ToraxShou
Title: Creole
Chapters: 1/??
Author: mxtrxofsomer
Genre: romance, angst
Band(s): Alice Nine
Pairing: Tora x Shou
Rating: R
Warnings: not much
Synopsis: “circles, they never end”
Notes: I am utterly disappointed at my speed. Really… but it’s finally here so yay~
Prologue
Metal strings were rough and hard that sometimes these very qualities were what made them sharp, cutting enough to tear a part of one’s skin on the fingers, the skin which should have been thick for a long time, protected by the years of passionate practice. Traitors, he could term them that, for they were treacherous in nature, just like an ordinary innocent-looking piece of paper which was capable of leaving incisions, however shallow they were. If Tora was the kind of person to wonder about those kinds of ideologies, he would have turned himself crazy, for how could he ever find an answer as to how cruel things could create a craft that he could not help falling deeply in love with?
It was perhaps the mastery of art, the art which Tora had accomplished and at the same time, still trying to achieve that he didn’t care about the sting he was sure to earn in the end. It was maybe the feeling of brief blood-rushes going in circles with honest heartbeats that he was more than willing to run and race along the odds. After all, for Tora, the most amazing thing about being wounded was having those soft familiar lips to kiss the pain away every single time.
But the owner of those too precious lips, he was reachable yet nowhere near Tora; he was somewhere close, yet someplace far for him to miss noticing peculiarity despite his well-known meticulous eyes. Tora was hurt but even if he felt abandoned, he couldn’t really accuse the other of neglect because he could clearly picture the concern veiling his face, Tora had seen that same image so many times before that he could play it over and over in his mind without any difficulty. But then, Tora needed more than his unseen care, what he truly needed was him.
An undetectable curse spilled out of his mouth along with a slow fractious breath and his eyebrows were instinctively in their most natural shape- crossed in a deep frown. His left hand fell swiftly at his side, repetitively sweeping the air in fast rhythmic strokes as his teeth caught his tongue to keep it in place.
“Do you realize?” was the question Tora almost had overlooked if only he did not meet the speaker’s daring gaze. Holding the sacred instrument strapped loosely against his tall and thin but not skinny figure, he stared at Tora inquisitively, blond bangs hanging before his probing eyes.
“What?” the scowl on his features grew more evident as another hiss of annoyance fled off his supposedly suppressed tongue. The blood in his veins started to surge, driving the stab on his finger to throb fiercer as if it had its own heart in it. But as opposed to how Tora currently felt, he collected his own instrument with delicate care, unfastening the strap and laid it gently on the stand beside his seat.
“How much you are glaring?” not wincing even for a moment of rest, Saga questioned back, picking up the sudden escalation of the temperature inside the practice room. His eyes were in half slits, both scolding and challenging at the same time, adding static currents to the seemingly stagnant but suffocating air masking the whole area.
Pressing his fingers and rubbing them on the smoothness of his plain black jeans, Tora let out an exasperated sigh, clicking his tongue and casting his eyes low, withdrawing them to hide behind the dark strands of his hair. A box of cigarettes then quickly came its way out of his right pocket into his hand, hopping from one palm to another. “I’ll just go have a smoke break.”
“What is wrong with you?” the phonemes uttered were unbelievably soft, coupled by the sound of light footfalls gaining distance towards him. A few feet away, the shadow stopped on its tracks, looming over Tora, bending down a little to match his height. “We’re made to understand things.”
Another gust of breath unwillingly escaped from his chest and his stare drifted off the marble floor onto the window painted with a clear view of the afternoon sky. Pursed lips remained immobile for a few seconds, until a calm, decided voice finally slithered out as determined eyes trapped the interrogator in its spot. “How about we go out tonight?”
Brown eyebrows that faultlessly matched the yellowish locks knitted themselves together as he paused in immersed thought, eyelids blinking rapidly, face contorted in disbelief. An awkward smile outlined his lips, one hand leaving his most prized item to settle a scratch on the side of his neck. “Seriously Tora, you should have a better reason for glaring at the rest of us than that.”
“I know that so shut up okay.” Surprising even himself, Tora’s voice seemed cracked, defeated, rather than irritated, with which he had tried to scare Saga off. For the first time then, he noticed how much desperate he was or how dry his lips were that he didn’t really need nicotine at the moment but something to drown himself with. Tensed fingers smoothed the side of the plastic wrapped box, flipping the cover open to reveal two rows of white sticks, and then closed it again almost instantly as the smell of mixed chemicals rose up to his nose.
“Was it that bad this time?” the uncomfortable atmosphere forgotten, his weight quietly dipped in the cushioned bench where Tora sat, his hand reaching out to the metallic blue box that Tora held. “Well, do you mean to ask me alone so we could talk about it or does this invitation include the rest of us?”
Tora idly handed the desired object to an open palm, shrugging his shoulders and dropping his head on the soft backrest. His hand quickly shot up into the air, fingers flexing towards brightness as if they were to touch it, brown irises narrowing themselves at the sight of a thin line adorning his fingertip at the middle. “It doesn’t matter.”
“You’re giving me the creeps,” the playful voice commented, an elbow faintly shovelling Tora’s arm. “So how about cute girls then?”
Cute girls? Tora was definitely in no mood for them but did he have many choices? He certainly had one but bringing it up was totally out of the question. “Whatever,” he muttered nonchalantly, biting his lower lip and letting his hand land limply on the clothed surface of the couch. Finally getting bored of himself, he stood up without warning, swaying just a little that earned himself a puzzled look from Saga. “I’m going out for a while and just… drag Shou into it.”
Like a fluorescent lamp, Saga’s face lightened up at the mention of the name, making Tora wince at the radiance he was projecting. “I should have seen that one coming,” he sang, a knowing sneer revealing itself on his face.
A single huff then some rolling of eyes and Tora was out of the room before Saga could say a smart statement or Nao, who had just stepped in from his short break, could ask where he was headed to. Tora’s footsteps were perfectly lax but his left middle finger still tinged with a small dose of pain that both of his hands were itching to stab if not himself then one particular person occupying the upper floor of the PSC building.
He wanted to kill but he had no right to do so and even if he could prevent it, he was sure that he was not in the right shape, at least not yet, to turn around and end the chase. The whole deal was fucked up, very simple yet complicated and he definitely hated the headaches it was giving him.
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“Tora-san did you happen to see Aoi-kun?”
His whole body was shaking hard, both hands clenched in tight fists, arm muscles continuously contracting while his mind worked on accomplishing one objective. With attentive eyes searching for the entrance to his quiet sanctuary, he ignored the reprimanding voice playing and replaying itself at the back of his head, his feet shuffling in a hurried pace, marching along the empty corridor which seemed to be extending its distance with his every step. When he found place in question at last, his feet didn’t halt even for a second and his shoulder, together with the weight of his body clashed against the unlocked door, the piece of wood swinging, giving way to his urgent demand.
“And why would you look here Kai-san?”
Inside the chamber was a change in brightness that being there was like stepping in a new world devoid of colors and positivity. The walls and floor covered in lined blue tiles were giving the interior an eerily cold aura, complementing natural dimness, the sort that was present in the absence of simulated lighting. It was chilly silent and his boiling blood was the only apparent contrast, glazing against the near-evening darkness. If only he could dye them all scarlet.
“Well, I thought he’d drop by here somehow.”
“Fuck,” was the only word he could muster out of the many vulgarities included in his vocabulary even though there was no one else to hear his rudeness. Without a clear purpose now that his first goal was realized as soon as he had wished, he found himself standing in front of a mirror, back slightly bent, right palm pressed on the grip of the faucet, fingers curled around its circular knob. One twist of his skilled fingers on the valve and water was generously flowing out, streaming freely like a tiny waterfall, running on his other hand and washing it clean. There was no blood that gushed out of the dented skin, the scratch wasn’t really deep, but it ached madly as if the liquid was an endless flood of antiseptic. The pain was beginning to annoy him and everything else was making him a miserable man.
“Tora,” the unmistakeably gorgeous voice of that elegant creature cut through his depressive mooning, its sound resonating as beautifully as how it usually accompanied the harmony of different instruments written by strong friendship and hard work. His presence shone like sun, brown tinted hair emitting rays of warmth that were instantly melting his insides.
Tora’s eyelids fluttered in bewilderment, the grey clouds obscuring his vision vanishing with each blink. “What’re you doing here?”
“Up to now I can’t believe how careless you are sometimes,”
“Hey!” before the thought of protest could form into solid words and interfere however, his hand was snatched by the other, leaving Tora speechless whilst the tap water poured down uselessly in the drain. With gentle care, his hand was pushed into an article of yellow cloth that bore a design which Tora could swear similar to the one he owned. The same hand was then wrapped in that square piece of cotton, delicate fingers holding them together protectively.
“I uhm, ah… it’s small and I didn’t do it on purpose,” Tora mumbled in defence and with the attempt to retract his hand but to no avail, the pale shade of red only burning the sides of his cheek.
The cloth was peeled off his hand nervously yet without losing the gentleness that those lithe, slender fingers naturally possessed. Replacing it were a pair of warm hands, blanketing his hand and massaging it soothingly. “Let me see.”
A little damp and now exposed to cold air, Tora shivered as his hand was collected and positioned before the observer, held so close to his face that they almost brushed. Examining it with huge worried eyes, his teeth dug in the pink flesh in a way that was too adorable for Tora that it tugged his weak string in an instant. A pleased grin then crept on Tora’s lips, finally painting his handsome features a happier hue.
“Don’t laugh at me when I’m about to die with heart attack,” was a light-hearted retort from the seemingly god of sunshine only disguised in his humble human form. Having an accurate glimpse of the injury, he set free a sigh of relief and stretched his lips into an embarrassed smile, making the room glow with him a little. His hold on him however didn’t falter and when it really did, Tora’s hand was bouncing up and down, being cheerfully tossed. “Thankfully, with proper treatment and loads of scolding you’re good.”
“You aren’t serious,” Tora smirked while he shook his head, drawing a few steps backwards. “Who carries plaster in their wallets?”
“Well for one,” the other hummed, thoughtfully placing his forefinger on the corner of his lips. “Tora is what you call a person who accidentally cuts himself when he wants attention.”
A sharp remark but unfortunately true and Tora was guilty, not that all of them were deliberate but rather, carelessness was dominant when he was not in his right mind. What the other had said was a joke, not meant to offend and Tora was pretty sure of that, but somehow it made a part of his soul gain a small crack. Was he already getting tired of catching him?
“Shut up Shou or I’ll kiss you.”
The intention was plain and that was to get back at him in a kind of tease, Tora had even delivered it with enough humour for it to appear like that. But all of a sudden, the playful toss-and-catch game stopped, his hand now trapped in Shou’s, a mild force permeating from their connection to his muscles. The lord of sunbeams fell quiet and tensed, head hanging low, blocking Tora from any attempt of consolation. Tora had mistakenly stepped on a landmine and there was no way that he could take it back but feel the remorse within himself.
“Yeah, you have the courage,” Shou simply answered.
Tora’s heart stopped beating for a second and he gulped, breath caught in his chest. He merely stood frozen and dumbfounded, unable to move as soft lips descended upon his fingertip to touch the small cut imprinted on it. Why on earth were heaven and hell inseparable?
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Endnotes: where is my uke-shou? He’s gone for a short vacation but he needs to come back soon cus tora-seme’s already complaining. So to anyone who has seen him please inform me and you get a prize for that. xDDD this is dedicated to meh wifey adi~ cus she requested for a clumsy tora. I dun know if that’s enough to describe the word clumsy but he was and don’t you think he looks utterly cute when he’s being scolded by shou becus he’s careless? xDDD I like a blushing tora. Lulz. *gets shot* I’ll shut up naw… so~~~ thanks for reading, comments are always appreciated and huge hearts to you all~~~
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Chapters: 1/??
Author: mxtrxofsomer
Genre: romance, angst
Band(s): Alice Nine
Pairing: Tora x Shou
Rating: R
Warnings: not much
Synopsis: “circles, they never end”
Notes: I am utterly disappointed at my speed. Really… but it’s finally here so yay~
Prologue
Metal strings were rough and hard that sometimes these very qualities were what made them sharp, cutting enough to tear a part of one’s skin on the fingers, the skin which should have been thick for a long time, protected by the years of passionate practice. Traitors, he could term them that, for they were treacherous in nature, just like an ordinary innocent-looking piece of paper which was capable of leaving incisions, however shallow they were. If Tora was the kind of person to wonder about those kinds of ideologies, he would have turned himself crazy, for how could he ever find an answer as to how cruel things could create a craft that he could not help falling deeply in love with?
It was perhaps the mastery of art, the art which Tora had accomplished and at the same time, still trying to achieve that he didn’t care about the sting he was sure to earn in the end. It was maybe the feeling of brief blood-rushes going in circles with honest heartbeats that he was more than willing to run and race along the odds. After all, for Tora, the most amazing thing about being wounded was having those soft familiar lips to kiss the pain away every single time.
But the owner of those too precious lips, he was reachable yet nowhere near Tora; he was somewhere close, yet someplace far for him to miss noticing peculiarity despite his well-known meticulous eyes. Tora was hurt but even if he felt abandoned, he couldn’t really accuse the other of neglect because he could clearly picture the concern veiling his face, Tora had seen that same image so many times before that he could play it over and over in his mind without any difficulty. But then, Tora needed more than his unseen care, what he truly needed was him.
An undetectable curse spilled out of his mouth along with a slow fractious breath and his eyebrows were instinctively in their most natural shape- crossed in a deep frown. His left hand fell swiftly at his side, repetitively sweeping the air in fast rhythmic strokes as his teeth caught his tongue to keep it in place.
“Do you realize?” was the question Tora almost had overlooked if only he did not meet the speaker’s daring gaze. Holding the sacred instrument strapped loosely against his tall and thin but not skinny figure, he stared at Tora inquisitively, blond bangs hanging before his probing eyes.
“What?” the scowl on his features grew more evident as another hiss of annoyance fled off his supposedly suppressed tongue. The blood in his veins started to surge, driving the stab on his finger to throb fiercer as if it had its own heart in it. But as opposed to how Tora currently felt, he collected his own instrument with delicate care, unfastening the strap and laid it gently on the stand beside his seat.
“How much you are glaring?” not wincing even for a moment of rest, Saga questioned back, picking up the sudden escalation of the temperature inside the practice room. His eyes were in half slits, both scolding and challenging at the same time, adding static currents to the seemingly stagnant but suffocating air masking the whole area.
Pressing his fingers and rubbing them on the smoothness of his plain black jeans, Tora let out an exasperated sigh, clicking his tongue and casting his eyes low, withdrawing them to hide behind the dark strands of his hair. A box of cigarettes then quickly came its way out of his right pocket into his hand, hopping from one palm to another. “I’ll just go have a smoke break.”
“What is wrong with you?” the phonemes uttered were unbelievably soft, coupled by the sound of light footfalls gaining distance towards him. A few feet away, the shadow stopped on its tracks, looming over Tora, bending down a little to match his height. “We’re made to understand things.”
Another gust of breath unwillingly escaped from his chest and his stare drifted off the marble floor onto the window painted with a clear view of the afternoon sky. Pursed lips remained immobile for a few seconds, until a calm, decided voice finally slithered out as determined eyes trapped the interrogator in its spot. “How about we go out tonight?”
Brown eyebrows that faultlessly matched the yellowish locks knitted themselves together as he paused in immersed thought, eyelids blinking rapidly, face contorted in disbelief. An awkward smile outlined his lips, one hand leaving his most prized item to settle a scratch on the side of his neck. “Seriously Tora, you should have a better reason for glaring at the rest of us than that.”
“I know that so shut up okay.” Surprising even himself, Tora’s voice seemed cracked, defeated, rather than irritated, with which he had tried to scare Saga off. For the first time then, he noticed how much desperate he was or how dry his lips were that he didn’t really need nicotine at the moment but something to drown himself with. Tensed fingers smoothed the side of the plastic wrapped box, flipping the cover open to reveal two rows of white sticks, and then closed it again almost instantly as the smell of mixed chemicals rose up to his nose.
“Was it that bad this time?” the uncomfortable atmosphere forgotten, his weight quietly dipped in the cushioned bench where Tora sat, his hand reaching out to the metallic blue box that Tora held. “Well, do you mean to ask me alone so we could talk about it or does this invitation include the rest of us?”
Tora idly handed the desired object to an open palm, shrugging his shoulders and dropping his head on the soft backrest. His hand quickly shot up into the air, fingers flexing towards brightness as if they were to touch it, brown irises narrowing themselves at the sight of a thin line adorning his fingertip at the middle. “It doesn’t matter.”
“You’re giving me the creeps,” the playful voice commented, an elbow faintly shovelling Tora’s arm. “So how about cute girls then?”
Cute girls? Tora was definitely in no mood for them but did he have many choices? He certainly had one but bringing it up was totally out of the question. “Whatever,” he muttered nonchalantly, biting his lower lip and letting his hand land limply on the clothed surface of the couch. Finally getting bored of himself, he stood up without warning, swaying just a little that earned himself a puzzled look from Saga. “I’m going out for a while and just… drag Shou into it.”
Like a fluorescent lamp, Saga’s face lightened up at the mention of the name, making Tora wince at the radiance he was projecting. “I should have seen that one coming,” he sang, a knowing sneer revealing itself on his face.
A single huff then some rolling of eyes and Tora was out of the room before Saga could say a smart statement or Nao, who had just stepped in from his short break, could ask where he was headed to. Tora’s footsteps were perfectly lax but his left middle finger still tinged with a small dose of pain that both of his hands were itching to stab if not himself then one particular person occupying the upper floor of the PSC building.
He wanted to kill but he had no right to do so and even if he could prevent it, he was sure that he was not in the right shape, at least not yet, to turn around and end the chase. The whole deal was fucked up, very simple yet complicated and he definitely hated the headaches it was giving him.
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“Tora-san did you happen to see Aoi-kun?”
His whole body was shaking hard, both hands clenched in tight fists, arm muscles continuously contracting while his mind worked on accomplishing one objective. With attentive eyes searching for the entrance to his quiet sanctuary, he ignored the reprimanding voice playing and replaying itself at the back of his head, his feet shuffling in a hurried pace, marching along the empty corridor which seemed to be extending its distance with his every step. When he found place in question at last, his feet didn’t halt even for a second and his shoulder, together with the weight of his body clashed against the unlocked door, the piece of wood swinging, giving way to his urgent demand.
“And why would you look here Kai-san?”
Inside the chamber was a change in brightness that being there was like stepping in a new world devoid of colors and positivity. The walls and floor covered in lined blue tiles were giving the interior an eerily cold aura, complementing natural dimness, the sort that was present in the absence of simulated lighting. It was chilly silent and his boiling blood was the only apparent contrast, glazing against the near-evening darkness. If only he could dye them all scarlet.
“Well, I thought he’d drop by here somehow.”
“Fuck,” was the only word he could muster out of the many vulgarities included in his vocabulary even though there was no one else to hear his rudeness. Without a clear purpose now that his first goal was realized as soon as he had wished, he found himself standing in front of a mirror, back slightly bent, right palm pressed on the grip of the faucet, fingers curled around its circular knob. One twist of his skilled fingers on the valve and water was generously flowing out, streaming freely like a tiny waterfall, running on his other hand and washing it clean. There was no blood that gushed out of the dented skin, the scratch wasn’t really deep, but it ached madly as if the liquid was an endless flood of antiseptic. The pain was beginning to annoy him and everything else was making him a miserable man.
“Tora,” the unmistakeably gorgeous voice of that elegant creature cut through his depressive mooning, its sound resonating as beautifully as how it usually accompanied the harmony of different instruments written by strong friendship and hard work. His presence shone like sun, brown tinted hair emitting rays of warmth that were instantly melting his insides.
Tora’s eyelids fluttered in bewilderment, the grey clouds obscuring his vision vanishing with each blink. “What’re you doing here?”
“Up to now I can’t believe how careless you are sometimes,”
“Hey!” before the thought of protest could form into solid words and interfere however, his hand was snatched by the other, leaving Tora speechless whilst the tap water poured down uselessly in the drain. With gentle care, his hand was pushed into an article of yellow cloth that bore a design which Tora could swear similar to the one he owned. The same hand was then wrapped in that square piece of cotton, delicate fingers holding them together protectively.
“I uhm, ah… it’s small and I didn’t do it on purpose,” Tora mumbled in defence and with the attempt to retract his hand but to no avail, the pale shade of red only burning the sides of his cheek.
The cloth was peeled off his hand nervously yet without losing the gentleness that those lithe, slender fingers naturally possessed. Replacing it were a pair of warm hands, blanketing his hand and massaging it soothingly. “Let me see.”
A little damp and now exposed to cold air, Tora shivered as his hand was collected and positioned before the observer, held so close to his face that they almost brushed. Examining it with huge worried eyes, his teeth dug in the pink flesh in a way that was too adorable for Tora that it tugged his weak string in an instant. A pleased grin then crept on Tora’s lips, finally painting his handsome features a happier hue.
“Don’t laugh at me when I’m about to die with heart attack,” was a light-hearted retort from the seemingly god of sunshine only disguised in his humble human form. Having an accurate glimpse of the injury, he set free a sigh of relief and stretched his lips into an embarrassed smile, making the room glow with him a little. His hold on him however didn’t falter and when it really did, Tora’s hand was bouncing up and down, being cheerfully tossed. “Thankfully, with proper treatment and loads of scolding you’re good.”
“You aren’t serious,” Tora smirked while he shook his head, drawing a few steps backwards. “Who carries plaster in their wallets?”
“Well for one,” the other hummed, thoughtfully placing his forefinger on the corner of his lips. “Tora is what you call a person who accidentally cuts himself when he wants attention.”
A sharp remark but unfortunately true and Tora was guilty, not that all of them were deliberate but rather, carelessness was dominant when he was not in his right mind. What the other had said was a joke, not meant to offend and Tora was pretty sure of that, but somehow it made a part of his soul gain a small crack. Was he already getting tired of catching him?
“Shut up Shou or I’ll kiss you.”
The intention was plain and that was to get back at him in a kind of tease, Tora had even delivered it with enough humour for it to appear like that. But all of a sudden, the playful toss-and-catch game stopped, his hand now trapped in Shou’s, a mild force permeating from their connection to his muscles. The lord of sunbeams fell quiet and tensed, head hanging low, blocking Tora from any attempt of consolation. Tora had mistakenly stepped on a landmine and there was no way that he could take it back but feel the remorse within himself.
“Yeah, you have the courage,” Shou simply answered.
Tora’s heart stopped beating for a second and he gulped, breath caught in his chest. He merely stood frozen and dumbfounded, unable to move as soft lips descended upon his fingertip to touch the small cut imprinted on it. Why on earth were heaven and hell inseparable?
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Endnotes: where is my uke-shou? He’s gone for a short vacation but he needs to come back soon cus tora-seme’s already complaining. So to anyone who has seen him please inform me and you get a prize for that. xDDD this is dedicated to meh wifey adi~ cus she requested for a clumsy tora. I dun know if that’s enough to describe the word clumsy but he was and don’t you think he looks utterly cute when he’s being scolded by shou becus he’s careless? xDDD I like a blushing tora. Lulz. *gets shot* I’ll shut up naw… so~~~ thanks for reading, comments are always appreciated and huge hearts to you all~~~
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