[FIC] Tears from the Sky (ShiroAi; PG)
Title: Tears from the Sky
By: nikki hiiragizawa
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shirota Yuu/Aiba Hiroki
Genre: drama
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: for magic57user, who needs cheering up like...2 days ago T_T and for the birthday celebrants in my flist :).
The phone rang for the 7th time. Shirota paced his room, his ear on the receiver, as he listened to the endless ringing.
Aiba was not picking up his phone. He should have been able to at this time. By this time, practice for Tenimyu would have ended and Aiba would supposedly be getting ready to go home. But Aiba's phone continued to ring for a long time without any sign of being answered by its owner.
Shirota sat on their sofa, his script lay forgotten beside him. He was getting worried. Aiba had the tendency to overwork himself. He's currently practicing for two musicals and filming for a new movie. Shirota barely saw him around the house and Shirota thought he was busy.
What if Aiba was still bothered by the fact that many fans did not want him to return to Tenimyu? What if he was still not over the issue that had been discussed a lot of times among their peers and even between Tenimyu agents and his manager?
Recently, Aiba was continuously bothered by various issues involving him and his decision to rejoin Tenimyu. He was asked by his manager not to react to any issue and just concentrate on rehearsals. Even though Aiba agreed to keep quiet and remained as cheerful as possible, Shirota wouldn't buy it. He knew his lover too much. The loss of the happy flicker in Aiba's eyes, the way he fixed his hair, the way he cuddles up to Shirota for attention -- Shirota knew then that Aiba was still thinking about it.
Aiba built his own confidence on how people accepted him. He was naturally insecure of anything, but since there are people who support him, he managed to turn insecurity into diligence and perseverance. Now that he knew there were people who did not approve of him, his self-esteem had been depleted a lot. It was not as if it was his fault he was brought to Tenimyu again. Like Katou and Saitou, Aiba had been begged to come back in order to boost Tenimyu's morale and audience appeal. Shirota adviced Aiba to say no, especially since he had tons of projects lined up but Aiba merely shrugged and grinned at him.
Everything will be fine. Leave it to me.
Sighing, Shirota walked to the apartment's balcony, patting Lala on his way as the dog lay on the carpet. He opened the blinds and made a face as he looked outside.
Rain was pouring heavily.
There was almost zero visibility outside due to the heavy rain. Shirota could see silhouettes of people hurriedly walking under their umbrellas, some of them not even having one. It was dark despite the apartment's proximity to Shinjuku. Shirota closed the window.
Aiba hated the rain.
He'd always feel gloomy whenever rain this heavy fell. He'd stay under their comforter and sleep the whole day -- an opposite of the usual busybody. Shirota once asked as he patted Aiba's head under the pillow why Aiba hated the rain so much that he wouldn't go out. Aiba said that when it's raining, it seemed like the world covers people with their tears. It was as if a curtain of gloom was wound around the world, making people remember their troubles as they walked in the cold, harsh weather.
Looking at his clock, Shirota knew he couldn't wait anymore. He picked up their large black umbrella from beside the door and left the apartment.
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Outside it was freezing cold. The wind was picking up but it was not yet stormy. The traffic was constantly interrupted by people trying to walk without getting too wet. People were huddled together as they walk, their steps frantic. Everywhere, only coats and umbrellas made into silhouettes by the dark clouds, could be seen. Shirota gripped his umbrella and brought his coat closer around him as he walked steadily. He groped his pocket for his phone and with a groan, realized that he left his phone at home.
He did not know if Aiba would still be in the practice hall. He could be staying with a friend now. He could have gone home ahead with a companion. Shirota had no idea. Yet he kept braving the unstoppable drops of rain until he rode the train and finally reached the studio.
As soon as the guard let him in, Shirota looked around the lobby. Aiba was not there. There were a few young men, all of them Shirota did not know. He approached them, hoping that they know his lover and where he was. A young man nodded in understanding and pointed to the hallway leading to the dance studio. Shirota thanked them and sprinted down the hall.
His coat was dripping and his pants were soaked to his skin. Shirota made no notice, though. Slowly, he dragged the door open and peered inside the still-lit room.
Aiba was huddled in one corner of the room. His head rested on his knees and his arms were around his legs. His jacket's hood was over his head, covering him completely. One one hand, he was holding his phone, as if waiting for a call. Earphones were visible from under his hood, and Shirota knew instantly what Aiba's listening to.
"Aiba-chan."
Aiba looked up and blinked, his brows furrowed and his eyes anxious. Eventually, after realizing who called him, he smiled and sighed in relief. Shirota approached him and knelt before him.
"I was calling you but you weren't answering," Aiba murmured. "I'm sorry I didn't answer your call before. I thought you were mad." Aiba sighed let his phone rest on the floor. "I thought you weren't going to come."
"Of course I cannot do that," Shirota said as he held Aiba close. Aiba was slightly shivering and Shirota did not know why exactly. Could it be because of the rain? Could it be because of exhaustion? Or could it be because Aiba was scared Shirota wouldn't come? He gently held Aiba's shoulders, hugging him, and finally helping him stand up.
"I know you don't like going home in the rain," Shirota said as he picked up Aiba's bag. "When it's raining, I'll always come pick you up, okay?" Before, Shirota wouldn't dare say those lines, for he felt that he was stealing the role of Aiba's older brother. But now, now that Aiba was trusted to be in his care, he'd do anything to make sure Aiba would feel as secure as he had been with his family.
"Are you still cold?" Shirota asked as they walked down the hall. Aiba's arm encircled one of his.
Aiba shook his head. "Nope. I'm okay."
"Are you still gloomy?" Shirota asked with a grin.
Aiba looked up at him and smiled, holding his arm tightly. "You're here."
Shirota smiled warmly. Hearing it was enough.
As Shirota opened their umbrella and guided Aiba outside, he finally felt at ease. Aiba would be fine as long as he's with him. They walked out into the rain, facing the curtain of gloom riddled with their tears with the warmth of their hand in each other's.
.end.
Done in a hurry before I leave work ^^;. Thanks for reading. :)
By: nikki hiiragizawa
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Shirota Yuu/Aiba Hiroki
Genre: drama
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: for magic57user, who needs cheering up like...2 days ago T_T and for the birthday celebrants in my flist :).
The phone rang for the 7th time. Shirota paced his room, his ear on the receiver, as he listened to the endless ringing.
Aiba was not picking up his phone. He should have been able to at this time. By this time, practice for Tenimyu would have ended and Aiba would supposedly be getting ready to go home. But Aiba's phone continued to ring for a long time without any sign of being answered by its owner.
Shirota sat on their sofa, his script lay forgotten beside him. He was getting worried. Aiba had the tendency to overwork himself. He's currently practicing for two musicals and filming for a new movie. Shirota barely saw him around the house and Shirota thought he was busy.
What if Aiba was still bothered by the fact that many fans did not want him to return to Tenimyu? What if he was still not over the issue that had been discussed a lot of times among their peers and even between Tenimyu agents and his manager?
Recently, Aiba was continuously bothered by various issues involving him and his decision to rejoin Tenimyu. He was asked by his manager not to react to any issue and just concentrate on rehearsals. Even though Aiba agreed to keep quiet and remained as cheerful as possible, Shirota wouldn't buy it. He knew his lover too much. The loss of the happy flicker in Aiba's eyes, the way he fixed his hair, the way he cuddles up to Shirota for attention -- Shirota knew then that Aiba was still thinking about it.
Aiba built his own confidence on how people accepted him. He was naturally insecure of anything, but since there are people who support him, he managed to turn insecurity into diligence and perseverance. Now that he knew there were people who did not approve of him, his self-esteem had been depleted a lot. It was not as if it was his fault he was brought to Tenimyu again. Like Katou and Saitou, Aiba had been begged to come back in order to boost Tenimyu's morale and audience appeal. Shirota adviced Aiba to say no, especially since he had tons of projects lined up but Aiba merely shrugged and grinned at him.
Everything will be fine. Leave it to me.
Sighing, Shirota walked to the apartment's balcony, patting Lala on his way as the dog lay on the carpet. He opened the blinds and made a face as he looked outside.
Rain was pouring heavily.
There was almost zero visibility outside due to the heavy rain. Shirota could see silhouettes of people hurriedly walking under their umbrellas, some of them not even having one. It was dark despite the apartment's proximity to Shinjuku. Shirota closed the window.
Aiba hated the rain.
He'd always feel gloomy whenever rain this heavy fell. He'd stay under their comforter and sleep the whole day -- an opposite of the usual busybody. Shirota once asked as he patted Aiba's head under the pillow why Aiba hated the rain so much that he wouldn't go out. Aiba said that when it's raining, it seemed like the world covers people with their tears. It was as if a curtain of gloom was wound around the world, making people remember their troubles as they walked in the cold, harsh weather.
Looking at his clock, Shirota knew he couldn't wait anymore. He picked up their large black umbrella from beside the door and left the apartment.
---------
Outside it was freezing cold. The wind was picking up but it was not yet stormy. The traffic was constantly interrupted by people trying to walk without getting too wet. People were huddled together as they walk, their steps frantic. Everywhere, only coats and umbrellas made into silhouettes by the dark clouds, could be seen. Shirota gripped his umbrella and brought his coat closer around him as he walked steadily. He groped his pocket for his phone and with a groan, realized that he left his phone at home.
He did not know if Aiba would still be in the practice hall. He could be staying with a friend now. He could have gone home ahead with a companion. Shirota had no idea. Yet he kept braving the unstoppable drops of rain until he rode the train and finally reached the studio.
As soon as the guard let him in, Shirota looked around the lobby. Aiba was not there. There were a few young men, all of them Shirota did not know. He approached them, hoping that they know his lover and where he was. A young man nodded in understanding and pointed to the hallway leading to the dance studio. Shirota thanked them and sprinted down the hall.
His coat was dripping and his pants were soaked to his skin. Shirota made no notice, though. Slowly, he dragged the door open and peered inside the still-lit room.
Aiba was huddled in one corner of the room. His head rested on his knees and his arms were around his legs. His jacket's hood was over his head, covering him completely. One one hand, he was holding his phone, as if waiting for a call. Earphones were visible from under his hood, and Shirota knew instantly what Aiba's listening to.
"Aiba-chan."
Aiba looked up and blinked, his brows furrowed and his eyes anxious. Eventually, after realizing who called him, he smiled and sighed in relief. Shirota approached him and knelt before him.
"I was calling you but you weren't answering," Aiba murmured. "I'm sorry I didn't answer your call before. I thought you were mad." Aiba sighed let his phone rest on the floor. "I thought you weren't going to come."
"Of course I cannot do that," Shirota said as he held Aiba close. Aiba was slightly shivering and Shirota did not know why exactly. Could it be because of the rain? Could it be because of exhaustion? Or could it be because Aiba was scared Shirota wouldn't come? He gently held Aiba's shoulders, hugging him, and finally helping him stand up.
"I know you don't like going home in the rain," Shirota said as he picked up Aiba's bag. "When it's raining, I'll always come pick you up, okay?" Before, Shirota wouldn't dare say those lines, for he felt that he was stealing the role of Aiba's older brother. But now, now that Aiba was trusted to be in his care, he'd do anything to make sure Aiba would feel as secure as he had been with his family.
"Are you still cold?" Shirota asked as they walked down the hall. Aiba's arm encircled one of his.
Aiba shook his head. "Nope. I'm okay."
"Are you still gloomy?" Shirota asked with a grin.
Aiba looked up at him and smiled, holding his arm tightly. "You're here."
Shirota smiled warmly. Hearing it was enough.
As Shirota opened their umbrella and guided Aiba outside, he finally felt at ease. Aiba would be fine as long as he's with him. They walked out into the rain, facing the curtain of gloom riddled with their tears with the warmth of their hand in each other's.
.end.
Done in a hurry before I leave work ^^;. Thanks for reading. :)