Title: Display
Author:
unna_rainchaserRating: PG
Genre: trivial romance
Pairings: Shou/Saga
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: The Muse bothered me as I tried to dry my hair.
Rainchaser's Archive ______________________________
Usually, Shou didn't take the subway home anymore.
Usually he wouldn't sit down next to an old lady.
Usually his iPod would work so he could block out the chatting of people and rattling of the train.
So, this time, his hat pulled down a little to hide his make-up-less face, he pulled out his mobile phone. He clicked on media; he clicked on photo album.
Saga, smiling, a soft scarf around his neck, an ice cone in his hand, waiting for Shou to pop a hideous pun to make him laugh.
A smile.
"My boy, you have one pretty girlfriend." The old lady to his right said.
Shou blushed and looked up into her face, wrinkled with a life of laughter as it seemed. He chuckled, a little embarrassed, a little afraid. "The most beautiful creature I've ever seen."
And as he clicked on his phone to look at the next picture of his beloved, the lady peeked over his arm.
Saga, sitting across the table, a glass of wine in his hand, his skin golden from the dim lights, his eyes lit with mischievousness, the first two buttons of his turquoise shirt loose, a collarbone showing off.
"You're a good boy. Seems like you take her out for dinner quite often."
She was nosy, but somehow Shou didn't mind. People who could appreciate Saga's beauty were always welcome. "It's just that... it's not a girl."
Her lips formed an O and then, again, a smile. "I see."
Saga, taking a nap, his hair tousled, Chiko's head on his lap, a bouquet of white roses on the table, a blind billowing in the wind.
"But you do love him." The old lady said, no question inclined. No question needed. The soft smile on Shou's lips had already answered beforehand.
"More than I ever could imagine." Shou said, his lips curving upwards, his cheeks filling with warmth.
Saga, on Shou's chest, showing his profile, that nose Shou loved to tease, his arm draped across the vocalist, grinning with his eyes closed, make-up smudged, hair disheveled, his shoulder slightly glistening. Shou's hand was on his neck, feeling damp skin, holding onto the heat still radiating from his lover.
The old lady nodded.
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*huffs*
Beta'ed by
lhunuial !