FANFIC: "Blanket (HIAH Scrap)" (The GazettE ReitaxRuki)
Title: "Blanket (HIAH Scrap)"
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Writer: black_prophet
Genre: Fluffy Scrap
Rating: PG
Warning: Rambling, Conniving Midgets, Susceptible Bassists
A/N: Another part of the "Home In A Hotel" verse, which at this point may evolve into who knows what. This is just a little something for onichick because she likes HIAH. This takes place in another random hotel, and is just a scrap, but it's something!
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION. It is a work of Fiction starring real people that I sadly do not own in any way, shape, or form except for CDs, and DVDs and an impressive collection of pictures, which should count but doesn't. *SAD FACE*
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Humming in approval, a freshly-showered Takanori pushed the heavy comforter back and climbed up onto the King sized bed that dominated the sleeping area of the hotel suite. Flopping down into the silken sheets he purred again, stretching his limbs and grinning as nothing but cool silk greeted his searching fingertips. The sound of the shower from the bathroom made him tilt his head, but he shrugged it off and snagged a perfect down-filled pillow.
Now this is the life. He smirked, twisting the pillow sideways and curling his body around it.
He had left his band mates arguing over straws. The company had booked three suites, for the five members and their manager. Kai had drawn the shortest straw, so he was stuck with the manager. Ruki had drawn for the King Suite, and left with a smirk and a haughty wave, not bothering to wait and see who would room with him.
He’d managed to shower and throw on sleep pants and claim the bed before whoever it was had even made it into the suite, which only the proved the arguing had lasted slightly shorter than he expected. If anyone knew how to bicker over such things, it would be Akira, his long-time best friend Kouyou, and the stubbornly-refusing-to-lose Yuu. There was also a chance Kai was trying to appeal his fate, and his kicked-puppy-eyes were lethal.
Doesn’t matter at this point. Takanori shrugged to himself, curling more around the pillow and just reveling in the chill of the air conditioning over silk sheets. I won.
“You’re going to catch a cold.” He lectured gently, hesitating in the doorway and smiling at the vocalist.
Takanori lay curled in a ball around one of the large coffee-colored pillows, his once-again-blond hair a shock of bright cream against the silken fabric. He made no movement at the statement, barring a faint shiver as the air conditioning kicked on once again. Black pajama pants were his only clothing, his skin pale and pebbled with goose bumps in the chilled air.
“Troublesome midget.” Akira muttered fondly, pacing around the bed and climbing up. He tugged lightly at the comforter wedged under the singer’s hips, wincing when it earned him a grumble of disapproval. “Alright, alright.”
Takanori grumbled again as he was jostled, and then hummed approvingly as warmth pressed to his back. Snuggling back against Akira’s chest as the taller man laughed softly, he smiled. “Hmm, hi ‘Kira.”
“Hi Runt.” He wrapped an arm around the younger man’s waist, resting his chin on one pale curving shoulder. “You should put on a shirt or something… Sleeping in the cold with wet hair and no shirt? Kai will kill you if you catch cold.”
The reply was predictable, muffled against the pillow. “Don’t wanna.”
“Why am I not surprised you said that?” Akira sighed, pulling a pillow within reach and remaining curled around the singer, his arm draped over Takanori’s hip. “Fine, have it your way. But if you get sick, I don’t want to hear it.”
Pressing back against the warmth of the bassist’s chest, Takanori smiled against his pillow. “Akira?”
He grumbled wordlessly in reply. “Hmm?”
“Thanks for being my blanket.”
Akira smiled. “You’re welcome, Runt.”
***
So my muses took off, or something. I don't know where they went, but I've been rather uninspired lately (of course this could just be attributed to how insane life has been the last couple weeks, but whatever). Anyway, I just had this idea while talking to Oni about nothing specific, so here she is. More HIAH for my Nini. Aishiteru & Saranghae!
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Writer: black_prophet
Genre: Fluffy Scrap
Rating: PG
Warning: Rambling, Conniving Midgets, Susceptible Bassists
A/N: Another part of the "Home In A Hotel" verse, which at this point may evolve into who knows what. This is just a little something for onichick because she likes HIAH. This takes place in another random hotel, and is just a scrap, but it's something!
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION. It is a work of Fiction starring real people that I sadly do not own in any way, shape, or form except for CDs, and DVDs and an impressive collection of pictures, which should count but doesn't. *SAD FACE*
***
Humming in approval, a freshly-showered Takanori pushed the heavy comforter back and climbed up onto the King sized bed that dominated the sleeping area of the hotel suite. Flopping down into the silken sheets he purred again, stretching his limbs and grinning as nothing but cool silk greeted his searching fingertips. The sound of the shower from the bathroom made him tilt his head, but he shrugged it off and snagged a perfect down-filled pillow.
Now this is the life. He smirked, twisting the pillow sideways and curling his body around it.
He had left his band mates arguing over straws. The company had booked three suites, for the five members and their manager. Kai had drawn the shortest straw, so he was stuck with the manager. Ruki had drawn for the King Suite, and left with a smirk and a haughty wave, not bothering to wait and see who would room with him.
He’d managed to shower and throw on sleep pants and claim the bed before whoever it was had even made it into the suite, which only the proved the arguing had lasted slightly shorter than he expected. If anyone knew how to bicker over such things, it would be Akira, his long-time best friend Kouyou, and the stubbornly-refusing-to-lose Yuu. There was also a chance Kai was trying to appeal his fate, and his kicked-puppy-eyes were lethal.
Doesn’t matter at this point. Takanori shrugged to himself, curling more around the pillow and just reveling in the chill of the air conditioning over silk sheets. I won.
“You’re going to catch a cold.” He lectured gently, hesitating in the doorway and smiling at the vocalist.
Takanori lay curled in a ball around one of the large coffee-colored pillows, his once-again-blond hair a shock of bright cream against the silken fabric. He made no movement at the statement, barring a faint shiver as the air conditioning kicked on once again. Black pajama pants were his only clothing, his skin pale and pebbled with goose bumps in the chilled air.
“Troublesome midget.” Akira muttered fondly, pacing around the bed and climbing up. He tugged lightly at the comforter wedged under the singer’s hips, wincing when it earned him a grumble of disapproval. “Alright, alright.”
Takanori grumbled again as he was jostled, and then hummed approvingly as warmth pressed to his back. Snuggling back against Akira’s chest as the taller man laughed softly, he smiled. “Hmm, hi ‘Kira.”
“Hi Runt.” He wrapped an arm around the younger man’s waist, resting his chin on one pale curving shoulder. “You should put on a shirt or something… Sleeping in the cold with wet hair and no shirt? Kai will kill you if you catch cold.”
The reply was predictable, muffled against the pillow. “Don’t wanna.”
“Why am I not surprised you said that?” Akira sighed, pulling a pillow within reach and remaining curled around the singer, his arm draped over Takanori’s hip. “Fine, have it your way. But if you get sick, I don’t want to hear it.”
Pressing back against the warmth of the bassist’s chest, Takanori smiled against his pillow. “Akira?”
He grumbled wordlessly in reply. “Hmm?”
“Thanks for being my blanket.”
Akira smiled. “You’re welcome, Runt.”
***
So my muses took off, or something. I don't know where they went, but I've been rather uninspired lately (of course this could just be attributed to how insane life has been the last couple weeks, but whatever). Anyway, I just had this idea while talking to Oni about nothing specific, so here she is. More HIAH for my Nini. Aishiteru & Saranghae!