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Title: "Illness Illusion"
Author: Innocent__Boy
Theme: #40 - SICKNESS
Rating: R
Pairing: JukaxKazuno (ex-Moi dix Mois)
Disclaimer: I own Juka and Kazuno. I own them and everything else mentioned in this fic. Even Midi:Nette. Yeah: the truth is, you see, that Manasama owns nothing and works for me.
Anyhow, did I already say that today I feel like telling big, fat lies?
Comments: It has been a while since I posted last time, hasn't it? I was quite busy because I had to study a lot, and I still have to, but I'm having a few free days right now, and I decided to write something.
Actually I started this fic yesterday, during our break before of the English lesson (which I didn't follow at all to continue writing, to tell the truth). I wanted to use this theme for a long while, but never thought about a good plot, while yesterday I've been inspired all of sudden...
Today's fic isn't going to be sad but, on the contrary, it is sweet (maybe too much, I think) and even a bit funny at the end (a very little bit, though, for I have a serious lack of humor, you know); rated R just to be safe. But most important thing of all, I wrote it just for hysteric_moon who is such a wonderful person, and has been very nice towards my angsty self *hugs her* I truly hope you'll enjoy it, hun <3
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Juka sneezed.
It was the fifth time in a range of ten seconds only.
Also, his throath was on fire, and his eyes were watering non-stop.
It had already been a few days since he had started feeling tired, but it had been only that morning, when Juka had just woken up, that he had felt so badly.
At both the edges of the street were trees which looked like they were burnt. He looked up to see the last golden leaves trembling as the cold breeze caressed them; it was obvious that there was no more life in them and that they were going to fall soon on the street.
Juka followed with his eyes as one of those leaves finally left the tree, and slowly fell down, all the while twirling elegantly into the air.
As soon as it touched the grey surface beneath, the wind became stronger and goosebumps spreaded all over the vocalist's skin, strarting from his spine, and a small part of him regretted fiercely the choice of leaving his bed and his house.
He had almost arrived at Midi:Nette, and the street he was walking into was large and crowded.
Juka sneezed again, and found out that the tears in his eyes were enough to make him almost blind: everything in front of him was nothing more than a blurred picture made up of colorful drops of different sizes.
He sighed, silently cursing the damned sickness and closed his eyes for some seconds, hoping that the tears would stop filling his eyes.
When he reached the floor where the room for rehearsing was, he suddenly stopped behind a wall, instead of turning past it and reach the red door.
Juka held his breath while his heart started to beat madly: right in front of him was a rather short, black-clad figure showing him his back.
His shoulders were thouched by long, black hair, and in spite of the fact that the young man usually held it up using a good quantity of fixing spray, the singer recognized him immediately.
It was noneother than Kazuno. The true reason which had dragged Juka out of the warm and pleasant embrace of the sheets of his bed.
Juka, in fact, hadn't really felt the urge to come there just to tell Mana that he couldn't sing; not with his throath hurting like it was going to bleed each time a single word left his mouth. Oh no. After all, that nice telephone in his living room did have a reason to be there, didn't it?
He had instead come for Kazuno.
He had to tell him they had to post-pone their date for that evening, and he thought he could not do it through the cold line of a telephone-- not that very time, at least, since it was supposed to be their first date as a couple.
Juka was sorry enough about the way things had settled themselves, and he didn't really want to look like he didn't care. He did not want to hurt Kazuno.
But right now it was like Juka had forgotten every word he had wanted to say, every word he thought was good to explain everything to the bassist without hurting his feelings. He felt quite stupid to tell the truth, and, suddenly, the idea of turning back and go home didn't look so bad as it previously did.
But when something has to happen, fate can't be stopped by mere, silly humans, can it?
Kazuno turned abruptly towards Juka as he had just sneezed quite loudly.
Juka saw the other's eyes widening in a way that was all but displeased, making the vocalist feel terribly guilty.
Kazuno left the case containing his bass on the floor, leaning aganist the wall, and walked towards him, barely restraining himself to quicken the pace and run: he had been waiting for his boyfriend to arrive until then, and had just started fearing he wouldn't show himself at rehearsals.
As soon as he was before Juka, he threw his arms around the other's neck, so that he had to lean down and Kazuno could finally kiss him on the lips; though, he found the kiss quite disappointing, for Juka remained rather stiff, almost like he was bothered by the bassist's display of affection.
When they parted, Kazuno looked up in his eyes, forcing a careless smile to grace his lips, as if he hadn't noticed the singer's coldness.
"Good morning!" he said "Why are you so late? You're lucky Manasama hasn't arrived here yet..." he added grinning in his particoular cat-like way.
Juka would have laughed in return (he loved too much when the bassist smiled like that), but instead he coughed, barely succeding into giving an answer.
"I'm not very fine..." he muttered between the chokes.
It was quite surprising that Kazuno managed to understand what he had just said; knowing that Juka wasn't in good health, anyhow, made him forget the rather dull kiss they had shared a bunch of seconds before...
"Why did you come then?" he questioned, almost angry "You could have called here and tell you were ill, or call me and I would have explained to Manasama--"
Juka shook his head, beginning to feel his face heating up while is body was instead trembling.
While Kazuno let his arms slip off of his neck, he slowly leant aganist the wall behind him, knowing that - otherwise - he wouldn't have been able to stand by his feet anymore.
"But, you see, I didn't really come for this..." the singer said, trying to ignore the pain that speaking caused him "The fact is that I didn't think it would have been very nice, if I just called you and told you we couldn't go out because I was ill... I mean, you seemed so happy about it and-- and I was too of course!" he quickly added, as if he feared Kazuno would have believed otherwise. A pause "You remember our date for this evening, right?" he asked all of sudden, with a tone that was surprisingly childlike.
He was holding his eyes half-closed, since they couldn't stand the electric light that had been already turned on: outside dark clouds had covered the sun, and the sky looked already like it was late in the afternoon.
Kazuno's features softened again. He covered the distance between the two of them and hugged the singer again, this time letting his head rest on the other's chest.
"Jucchan..." he whispered "you're the most childish person I've ever met. So childish you're almost dense sometimes, you know?" he tightened a bit his embrace "...But I think that's why I love you then."
After he listened to such words, Juka couldn't help but cup his cheek with one hand and give Kazuno a small peck on the corner of his mouth.
In these moments they were completely oblivious of the world that surrounded them. The only thing that mattered was... being there. Because they were together.
"I'm so sorry..." the vocalist said, then sighed "Probably I'd better go, before I faint right here." he told the bassist chuckling weakly.
But Kazuno only tightened more his grip.
"What are you doing?" Juka asked, startled.
"I'm not letting you go." Kazuno stated "Not without me."
"Uh??"
"I don't want our first date to be ruined like this!"
"Kazu... what do you mean to do?"
"I'm leaving with you: I'm coming home with you."
"And do what?" Juka asked softly "Skip rehearsals so that Manasama will be angry at you-- just to have a boring day with me?"
"Oh no. It just can't be boring. No no no." Kazuno replied.
Looking straightly at his face, Juka noticed he was again grinning as always. The vocalist didn't know why, but Kazuno's grin made him suddenly feel both embarassed and a bit shy. Like something inside himself knew what was going to come.
"How..." Juka cleared his throath, hoping his voice wouldn't betray his feelings "How could it not be boring then? I'm ill, Kazu. I'm sick."
It was at this very point that the bassist laughed.
"Sick?" he questioned ironically "Oh, Jucchan... I swear I can be more sick than you are... Just wait we are home and give me a pair of handcuffs-- you'll see who's really sick between us, mh?"
As Kazuno finished speaking and winked at him, Juka smiled - his cheeks burning red - and nodded.
As they walked away, the vocalist sighed in relief, silently thanking the damned sickness and closed his eyes for some seconds, thinking about what was expecting him once they were home.
Author: Innocent__Boy
Theme: #40 - SICKNESS
Rating: R
Pairing: JukaxKazuno (ex-Moi dix Mois)
Disclaimer: I own Juka and Kazuno. I own them and everything else mentioned in this fic. Even Midi:Nette. Yeah: the truth is, you see, that Manasama owns nothing and works for me.
Anyhow, did I already say that today I feel like telling big, fat lies?
Comments: It has been a while since I posted last time, hasn't it? I was quite busy because I had to study a lot, and I still have to, but I'm having a few free days right now, and I decided to write something.
Actually I started this fic yesterday, during our break before of the English lesson (which I didn't follow at all to continue writing, to tell the truth). I wanted to use this theme for a long while, but never thought about a good plot, while yesterday I've been inspired all of sudden...
Today's fic isn't going to be sad but, on the contrary, it is sweet (maybe too much, I think) and even a bit funny at the end (a very little bit, though, for I have a serious lack of humor, you know); rated R just to be safe. But most important thing of all, I wrote it just for hysteric_moon who is such a wonderful person, and has been very nice towards my angsty self *hugs her* I truly hope you'll enjoy it, hun <3
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Juka sneezed.
It was the fifth time in a range of ten seconds only.
Also, his throath was on fire, and his eyes were watering non-stop.
It had already been a few days since he had started feeling tired, but it had been only that morning, when Juka had just woken up, that he had felt so badly.
At both the edges of the street were trees which looked like they were burnt. He looked up to see the last golden leaves trembling as the cold breeze caressed them; it was obvious that there was no more life in them and that they were going to fall soon on the street.
Juka followed with his eyes as one of those leaves finally left the tree, and slowly fell down, all the while twirling elegantly into the air.
As soon as it touched the grey surface beneath, the wind became stronger and goosebumps spreaded all over the vocalist's skin, strarting from his spine, and a small part of him regretted fiercely the choice of leaving his bed and his house.
He had almost arrived at Midi:Nette, and the street he was walking into was large and crowded.
Juka sneezed again, and found out that the tears in his eyes were enough to make him almost blind: everything in front of him was nothing more than a blurred picture made up of colorful drops of different sizes.
He sighed, silently cursing the damned sickness and closed his eyes for some seconds, hoping that the tears would stop filling his eyes.
When he reached the floor where the room for rehearsing was, he suddenly stopped behind a wall, instead of turning past it and reach the red door.
Juka held his breath while his heart started to beat madly: right in front of him was a rather short, black-clad figure showing him his back.
His shoulders were thouched by long, black hair, and in spite of the fact that the young man usually held it up using a good quantity of fixing spray, the singer recognized him immediately.
It was noneother than Kazuno. The true reason which had dragged Juka out of the warm and pleasant embrace of the sheets of his bed.
Juka, in fact, hadn't really felt the urge to come there just to tell Mana that he couldn't sing; not with his throath hurting like it was going to bleed each time a single word left his mouth. Oh no. After all, that nice telephone in his living room did have a reason to be there, didn't it?
He had instead come for Kazuno.
He had to tell him they had to post-pone their date for that evening, and he thought he could not do it through the cold line of a telephone-- not that very time, at least, since it was supposed to be their first date as a couple.
Juka was sorry enough about the way things had settled themselves, and he didn't really want to look like he didn't care. He did not want to hurt Kazuno.
But right now it was like Juka had forgotten every word he had wanted to say, every word he thought was good to explain everything to the bassist without hurting his feelings. He felt quite stupid to tell the truth, and, suddenly, the idea of turning back and go home didn't look so bad as it previously did.
But when something has to happen, fate can't be stopped by mere, silly humans, can it?
Kazuno turned abruptly towards Juka as he had just sneezed quite loudly.
Juka saw the other's eyes widening in a way that was all but displeased, making the vocalist feel terribly guilty.
Kazuno left the case containing his bass on the floor, leaning aganist the wall, and walked towards him, barely restraining himself to quicken the pace and run: he had been waiting for his boyfriend to arrive until then, and had just started fearing he wouldn't show himself at rehearsals.
As soon as he was before Juka, he threw his arms around the other's neck, so that he had to lean down and Kazuno could finally kiss him on the lips; though, he found the kiss quite disappointing, for Juka remained rather stiff, almost like he was bothered by the bassist's display of affection.
When they parted, Kazuno looked up in his eyes, forcing a careless smile to grace his lips, as if he hadn't noticed the singer's coldness.
"Good morning!" he said "Why are you so late? You're lucky Manasama hasn't arrived here yet..." he added grinning in his particoular cat-like way.
Juka would have laughed in return (he loved too much when the bassist smiled like that), but instead he coughed, barely succeding into giving an answer.
"I'm not very fine..." he muttered between the chokes.
It was quite surprising that Kazuno managed to understand what he had just said; knowing that Juka wasn't in good health, anyhow, made him forget the rather dull kiss they had shared a bunch of seconds before...
"Why did you come then?" he questioned, almost angry "You could have called here and tell you were ill, or call me and I would have explained to Manasama--"
Juka shook his head, beginning to feel his face heating up while is body was instead trembling.
While Kazuno let his arms slip off of his neck, he slowly leant aganist the wall behind him, knowing that - otherwise - he wouldn't have been able to stand by his feet anymore.
"But, you see, I didn't really come for this..." the singer said, trying to ignore the pain that speaking caused him "The fact is that I didn't think it would have been very nice, if I just called you and told you we couldn't go out because I was ill... I mean, you seemed so happy about it and-- and I was too of course!" he quickly added, as if he feared Kazuno would have believed otherwise. A pause "You remember our date for this evening, right?" he asked all of sudden, with a tone that was surprisingly childlike.
He was holding his eyes half-closed, since they couldn't stand the electric light that had been already turned on: outside dark clouds had covered the sun, and the sky looked already like it was late in the afternoon.
Kazuno's features softened again. He covered the distance between the two of them and hugged the singer again, this time letting his head rest on the other's chest.
"Jucchan..." he whispered "you're the most childish person I've ever met. So childish you're almost dense sometimes, you know?" he tightened a bit his embrace "...But I think that's why I love you then."
After he listened to such words, Juka couldn't help but cup his cheek with one hand and give Kazuno a small peck on the corner of his mouth.
In these moments they were completely oblivious of the world that surrounded them. The only thing that mattered was... being there. Because they were together.
"I'm so sorry..." the vocalist said, then sighed "Probably I'd better go, before I faint right here." he told the bassist chuckling weakly.
But Kazuno only tightened more his grip.
"What are you doing?" Juka asked, startled.
"I'm not letting you go." Kazuno stated "Not without me."
"Uh??"
"I don't want our first date to be ruined like this!"
"Kazu... what do you mean to do?"
"I'm leaving with you: I'm coming home with you."
"And do what?" Juka asked softly "Skip rehearsals so that Manasama will be angry at you-- just to have a boring day with me?"
"Oh no. It just can't be boring. No no no." Kazuno replied.
Looking straightly at his face, Juka noticed he was again grinning as always. The vocalist didn't know why, but Kazuno's grin made him suddenly feel both embarassed and a bit shy. Like something inside himself knew what was going to come.
"How..." Juka cleared his throath, hoping his voice wouldn't betray his feelings "How could it not be boring then? I'm ill, Kazu. I'm sick."
It was at this very point that the bassist laughed.
"Sick?" he questioned ironically "Oh, Jucchan... I swear I can be more sick than you are... Just wait we are home and give me a pair of handcuffs-- you'll see who's really sick between us, mh?"
As Kazuno finished speaking and winked at him, Juka smiled - his cheeks burning red - and nodded.
As they walked away, the vocalist sighed in relief, silently thanking the damned sickness and closed his eyes for some seconds, thinking about what was expecting him once they were home.