Times Like These (1/2)
Author: evil_queen369
Genre: Fluff
Fandom: Sadie
Pairings: Mizuki/Aki
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Chapter: 1/2
Synopsis: After five minutes, just as Aki was about to turn around and go home, Mizuki came running toward him with his coat pulled over his head instead of using his hood like a normal human being. Upon seeing the bassist, Mizuki slowed down and jumped under the umbrella so he was standing as close to Aki as humanly possible, to Aki’s dismay, of course. Mizuki grinned and looped arms with the other man, tugging him down the street toward the many shops lining the street.
Comments: This is only my second time writing about Sadie, and just like the last time, I chose to use Mizuki and Aki. This is only part one. Oh, and don't forget to vote in the poll for who will get the spotlight in my upcoming Halloween story~
“No offense,” Mao walked ahead of Mizuki with a flip of his wrist and a shake of his head, “but Aki isn’t really into romance.” The small vocalist stole a glance at the guitarist before turning around again and walking out of the building with Mizuki on his heels. Of all the people in the world who wanted to serenade Aki, it just had to be Mizuki. It was an amusing thought, though. Was Mizuki even capable of writing a song strong enough to make Aki fall head over heels in love with him? Mao doubted it, but then again, he knew the bassist better than anyone; it would take more than just a song to get Aki’s attention.
“It’s kind of hard to know what will get him to like me if I hardly know a damn thing about him.” Mizuki pouted, and Mao didn’t even have to turn around to know that the pout was in place. “I mean, we’ve been a band for how long, and I still don’t know as much about him as I know about the rest of you. It’s not fair; friends share stuff. I think he should just come clean and tell us all about himself-”
“Except Aki doesn’t want everyone to know everything about him.” The automatic door opened as the two of them walked out. Mao turned to Mizuki and placed a hand on his shoulder with a smirk, “If you want to get him to like you, you have to try. Don’t ask the rest of us for help, do it yourself. Aki likes originality, so think outside of the box.”
Mizuki shook his head, “But how am I suppose to think-”
“Trust me, you can.” Mao turned to leave, “You’re the most out-of-the-box person in this band. And for the love of all things holy, don’t send him flowers and chocolate unless you want broken teeth.”
“Aki would hit me?” Mizuki grabbed Mao’s arm before he could get too far away and turned him around. Aki didn’t seem like the type of person to hit someone over something so small.
Mao shook his head and laughed, “Of course not. The rest of us will. Those sorts of things only work in the movies or in cheesy relationships. Only girls think that’s romantic and cute; men don’t. Remember: Aki isn’t into romance and he likes originality. Don't forget to be yourself. If you can’t think of something with that, you might as well find someone else.”
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As out-of-the-box as Mao thought he was, Mizuki really had to disagree. Sure he was capable of thinking up stupid things, but when it came to something as important as getting Aki's attention, he couldn't think of a thing to do. He wasn't the romantic type, which he supposed wasn't a bad thing since Aki, apparently, didn't like that sort of stuff, and he didn't want to write a song anymore because that would make him look lame. Who wrote love songs for their band mates nowadays?
Brushing his hair out of his face, he gripped the steering wheel in front of him and watched the road ahead. Instead of staying home for the afternoon, he found himself out in the middle of nowhere where the wildflowers grew in untamed masses and trees lined the road. It was soothing, but it did little to help him in the long run because there was still that unanswered question: what would get Aki to like him? It was already clear that Aki wasn't interested because the bassist never showed any sort of interest aside from thinking Mizuki was a good guitarist. That wasn't exactly what he wanted Aki to think of every time his name was mentioned.
On the right of the road, hidden behind tall weeds, were ponds filled with ducks, geese, and swans. It wasn't the first time he had been down this road; during the summer and sometimes the spring, he would drive out in the country just to get away. He didn't like to spend his time stuck in doors, so he would get in his car and go wherever he ended up.
Sadly, his drives through the country were always the same: straight over the bridge, left by the old windmill next to the farm, left over the dirt road, right toward the wildflowers and ponds, and another left toward another, much smaller, pond. After that, he would park and sit under a tree for awhile before turning around and heading home. Quirking his lips to the side in thought, he turned right instead of left, toward a bright green field filled with patches of yellow and red. It was a wonder why he had never gone this way before when it was obvious that the field was there; it was too bright to miss. He parked his car off to the side and got out.
There was a path that lead up a small hill and to a bridge; there was no water under the bridge because it was built on top of the hill and surrounded by flowers. He walked further, over the bridge and through the path for fifteen minutes until he stood in front of a large tree with a swing hanging from one of the branches. With a giggle, he practically skipped to the swing and sat down, bouncing slightly to test the sturdiness. After deciding it was safe, he began swinging slowly. Kicking his feet slowly and resting his head against the rusting chains, he closed his eyes and sighed contently.
Aki may not have liked romance, but Mao never said anything about cuteness. They could play on the swing together! Aki could sit on the swing, and Mizuki could push him, and then they could have a picnic made by Mizuki himself; if Aki didn't fall for that, then he wouldn't fall for anything; Mizuki was sure of it. No one could ever turn down cuteness, and Mao could argue that it was more romantic than cute, but what did Mao know? He wasn't even dating anyone.
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Aki stood on the sidewalk just outside the park entrance when it had began to rain. The rain wasn’t a problem though because, like any logical thinker, Aki was smart enough to check the weather report before stepping outside his apartment, and thus had an umbrella ready in his hand. The moment he felt one drop, then two, he opened the umbrella and held it above him as he held a cigarette between two fingers. Usually Aki wouldn’t be out when he knew the weather was going to turn on him, but this wasn’t like most times because this time he had the matter of dealing with a certain guitarist who seemed determined to make Aki come out of the ‘dark confines’ of his ‘lair’ for a nice ‘play date’, as Mizuki had so nicely put it. Even though Aki had no interest in anything Mizuki wanted him to do, he thought it best to do it anyways so he didn’t have the guitarist pestering him nonstop for the next few days.
He exhaled the smoke and watched it drift through the air while he waited for Mizuki who, just like always, seemed to be running late. If he were much later, Aki would turn around and head home because there was nothing good that could possibly come with standing in the cold rain. He wondered what the guitarist even wanted. It wasn’t like they were extremely close or anything; there was no one Aki was more close to than Mao, and everyone knew it. Yes, he was friends with everyone in the band, but he wasn’t close to them. Aki didn’t go out with Kei or Tsurugi too often unless Mao was involved because at least then he knew he wouldn’t have to carry out a conversation. He never spent too much time with Mizuki unless the guitarist forced him out like this; Mizuki could be annoying and his mouth never stopped moving, and for someone who didn’t speak too often, Aki would rather stay away from him when he could.
After five minutes, just as Aki was about to turn around and go home, Mizuki came running toward him with his coat pulled over his head instead of using his hood like a normal human being. Upon seeing the bassist, Mizuki slowed down and jumped under the umbrella so he was standing as close to Aki as humanly possible, to Aki’s dismay, of course. Mizuki grinned and looped arms with the other man, tugging him down the street toward the many shops lining the street.
“Don’t tell me you just wanted to go shopping.” Aki grumbled, dropping his cigarette on the ground and stomping on it. Unfortunately for him, he had left his wallet at home and only brought enough money with him for coffee, which was what he thought he was going to be getting. It didn’t occur to him that Mizuki wasn’t the ‘coffee-and-talk’ kind of guy.
“What’s wrong with shopping?” Mizuki turned to him with a pout before turning back around with a grin. “But we’re not going shopping. I don’t have my money with me, and I know you don’t. I just wanted to walk with you, but I didn’t know it was going to rain, and I left my phone at home so I couldn’t ask you if you wanted to hang out some other time, so I just decided to meet you where we agreed. Since you’re always prepared, it’s not a problem, right?”
Aki rolled his eyes at the amount of words coming out of his friend’s mouth; leave it to Mizuki to ramble on when he could easily just tell him he didn’t have his phone and thought he’d just go anyways. “You knew it was raining before you left, yet you still didn’t think to bring an umbrella?” Aki spoke quietly, making it almost impossible for his voice to be heard, and if Mizuki hadn’t been so used to straining his ears to listen to his friend, he wouldn’t have heard a thing.
The guitarist giggled and gave Aki a look of disbelief, “Don’t you think we’d look silly walking around with two umbrellas while we could just share one?” He snorted and grinned in embarrassment.
Aki chose to stay quiet as they continued to walk around aimlessly. It would just be easier to keep his mouth shut because arguing with Mizuki was like arguing with Gackt. Tightening his grip on the umbrella, Aki walked further with the guitarist who was once again rattling on about something involving a video game and Kei, something Aki wasn’t really listening to because most of the stuff coming from Mizuki’s mouth was pointless half the time. Even though the guitarist was a bit on the obnoxious side, Aki still felt some sort of comfort from being with him. Maybe it was because he wasn’t alone like a typical day off, or maybe it was because Mizuki just made everyone feel comfortable.
“Aki, are you even listening to a word I’m saying?” Mizuki waved his hand in front of Aki’s face with a pout, one that looked almost too ridiculous for him to sport. Aki smiled softly and shook his head, something Mizuki wasn’t surprised to see, so he continued speaking. “I was telling you that there’s a field of flowers out in the country that I found the other day that I wanted to show to you when it’s not raining. That’s kind of the reason I asked you to hang out with me, but it started to rain and ruined my plans.” The guitarist shrugged, bumping his shoulder into Aki’s on accident.
“Did you intend for us to walk there?” Aki raised an eyebrow as Mizuki tilted his head to the side in confusion. “We’re in the city, Mizuki, not the country.” He stated what was perfectly obvious, turning his gaze back to the sidewalk in front of them.
With a short nervous laugh, Mizuki bowed his head. “I didn’t think of that. See, it’s a good thing it started to rain and I left my phone at home, otherwise you’d be yelling at me for making you walk so much.” The guitarist covered his mouth as an embarrassed smile crept across his face. Truth be told, he hadn’t given his plan much thought; it just seemed like a good idea to spend the day out in a field of flowers, but he never took into consideration that maybe it wasn’t a smart idea to walk.
Aki said nothing as they walked around a corner that would eventually lead back to Aki’s apartment. The rain grew heavier, and Mizuki leaned in closer to the bassist so he wouldn’t get any more wet.
“Maybe tomorrow.” Aki shrugged after awhile. “Or whenever it’s not wet outside.” He glanced to the side briefly before turning his attention to the puddles in front of them. He couldn't believe he was actually agreeing to go somewhere with Mizuki, who would probably talk his ear off. "But we're not walking there." He glanced to the side with a smirk and pushed the guitarist out from under his umbrella with a short laugh.
A/N: Hm, I haven't written the second part yet, but I'm wondering if I should. Do you guys want me to?
Genre: Fluff
Fandom: Sadie
Pairings: Mizuki/Aki
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Chapter: 1/2
Synopsis: After five minutes, just as Aki was about to turn around and go home, Mizuki came running toward him with his coat pulled over his head instead of using his hood like a normal human being. Upon seeing the bassist, Mizuki slowed down and jumped under the umbrella so he was standing as close to Aki as humanly possible, to Aki’s dismay, of course. Mizuki grinned and looped arms with the other man, tugging him down the street toward the many shops lining the street.
Comments: This is only my second time writing about Sadie, and just like the last time, I chose to use Mizuki and Aki. This is only part one. Oh, and don't forget to vote in the poll for who will get the spotlight in my upcoming Halloween story~
“No offense,” Mao walked ahead of Mizuki with a flip of his wrist and a shake of his head, “but Aki isn’t really into romance.” The small vocalist stole a glance at the guitarist before turning around again and walking out of the building with Mizuki on his heels. Of all the people in the world who wanted to serenade Aki, it just had to be Mizuki. It was an amusing thought, though. Was Mizuki even capable of writing a song strong enough to make Aki fall head over heels in love with him? Mao doubted it, but then again, he knew the bassist better than anyone; it would take more than just a song to get Aki’s attention.
“It’s kind of hard to know what will get him to like me if I hardly know a damn thing about him.” Mizuki pouted, and Mao didn’t even have to turn around to know that the pout was in place. “I mean, we’ve been a band for how long, and I still don’t know as much about him as I know about the rest of you. It’s not fair; friends share stuff. I think he should just come clean and tell us all about himself-”
“Except Aki doesn’t want everyone to know everything about him.” The automatic door opened as the two of them walked out. Mao turned to Mizuki and placed a hand on his shoulder with a smirk, “If you want to get him to like you, you have to try. Don’t ask the rest of us for help, do it yourself. Aki likes originality, so think outside of the box.”
Mizuki shook his head, “But how am I suppose to think-”
“Trust me, you can.” Mao turned to leave, “You’re the most out-of-the-box person in this band. And for the love of all things holy, don’t send him flowers and chocolate unless you want broken teeth.”
“Aki would hit me?” Mizuki grabbed Mao’s arm before he could get too far away and turned him around. Aki didn’t seem like the type of person to hit someone over something so small.
Mao shook his head and laughed, “Of course not. The rest of us will. Those sorts of things only work in the movies or in cheesy relationships. Only girls think that’s romantic and cute; men don’t. Remember: Aki isn’t into romance and he likes originality. Don't forget to be yourself. If you can’t think of something with that, you might as well find someone else.”
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As out-of-the-box as Mao thought he was, Mizuki really had to disagree. Sure he was capable of thinking up stupid things, but when it came to something as important as getting Aki's attention, he couldn't think of a thing to do. He wasn't the romantic type, which he supposed wasn't a bad thing since Aki, apparently, didn't like that sort of stuff, and he didn't want to write a song anymore because that would make him look lame. Who wrote love songs for their band mates nowadays?
Brushing his hair out of his face, he gripped the steering wheel in front of him and watched the road ahead. Instead of staying home for the afternoon, he found himself out in the middle of nowhere where the wildflowers grew in untamed masses and trees lined the road. It was soothing, but it did little to help him in the long run because there was still that unanswered question: what would get Aki to like him? It was already clear that Aki wasn't interested because the bassist never showed any sort of interest aside from thinking Mizuki was a good guitarist. That wasn't exactly what he wanted Aki to think of every time his name was mentioned.
On the right of the road, hidden behind tall weeds, were ponds filled with ducks, geese, and swans. It wasn't the first time he had been down this road; during the summer and sometimes the spring, he would drive out in the country just to get away. He didn't like to spend his time stuck in doors, so he would get in his car and go wherever he ended up.
Sadly, his drives through the country were always the same: straight over the bridge, left by the old windmill next to the farm, left over the dirt road, right toward the wildflowers and ponds, and another left toward another, much smaller, pond. After that, he would park and sit under a tree for awhile before turning around and heading home. Quirking his lips to the side in thought, he turned right instead of left, toward a bright green field filled with patches of yellow and red. It was a wonder why he had never gone this way before when it was obvious that the field was there; it was too bright to miss. He parked his car off to the side and got out.
There was a path that lead up a small hill and to a bridge; there was no water under the bridge because it was built on top of the hill and surrounded by flowers. He walked further, over the bridge and through the path for fifteen minutes until he stood in front of a large tree with a swing hanging from one of the branches. With a giggle, he practically skipped to the swing and sat down, bouncing slightly to test the sturdiness. After deciding it was safe, he began swinging slowly. Kicking his feet slowly and resting his head against the rusting chains, he closed his eyes and sighed contently.
Aki may not have liked romance, but Mao never said anything about cuteness. They could play on the swing together! Aki could sit on the swing, and Mizuki could push him, and then they could have a picnic made by Mizuki himself; if Aki didn't fall for that, then he wouldn't fall for anything; Mizuki was sure of it. No one could ever turn down cuteness, and Mao could argue that it was more romantic than cute, but what did Mao know? He wasn't even dating anyone.
---
Aki stood on the sidewalk just outside the park entrance when it had began to rain. The rain wasn’t a problem though because, like any logical thinker, Aki was smart enough to check the weather report before stepping outside his apartment, and thus had an umbrella ready in his hand. The moment he felt one drop, then two, he opened the umbrella and held it above him as he held a cigarette between two fingers. Usually Aki wouldn’t be out when he knew the weather was going to turn on him, but this wasn’t like most times because this time he had the matter of dealing with a certain guitarist who seemed determined to make Aki come out of the ‘dark confines’ of his ‘lair’ for a nice ‘play date’, as Mizuki had so nicely put it. Even though Aki had no interest in anything Mizuki wanted him to do, he thought it best to do it anyways so he didn’t have the guitarist pestering him nonstop for the next few days.
He exhaled the smoke and watched it drift through the air while he waited for Mizuki who, just like always, seemed to be running late. If he were much later, Aki would turn around and head home because there was nothing good that could possibly come with standing in the cold rain. He wondered what the guitarist even wanted. It wasn’t like they were extremely close or anything; there was no one Aki was more close to than Mao, and everyone knew it. Yes, he was friends with everyone in the band, but he wasn’t close to them. Aki didn’t go out with Kei or Tsurugi too often unless Mao was involved because at least then he knew he wouldn’t have to carry out a conversation. He never spent too much time with Mizuki unless the guitarist forced him out like this; Mizuki could be annoying and his mouth never stopped moving, and for someone who didn’t speak too often, Aki would rather stay away from him when he could.
After five minutes, just as Aki was about to turn around and go home, Mizuki came running toward him with his coat pulled over his head instead of using his hood like a normal human being. Upon seeing the bassist, Mizuki slowed down and jumped under the umbrella so he was standing as close to Aki as humanly possible, to Aki’s dismay, of course. Mizuki grinned and looped arms with the other man, tugging him down the street toward the many shops lining the street.
“Don’t tell me you just wanted to go shopping.” Aki grumbled, dropping his cigarette on the ground and stomping on it. Unfortunately for him, he had left his wallet at home and only brought enough money with him for coffee, which was what he thought he was going to be getting. It didn’t occur to him that Mizuki wasn’t the ‘coffee-and-talk’ kind of guy.
“What’s wrong with shopping?” Mizuki turned to him with a pout before turning back around with a grin. “But we’re not going shopping. I don’t have my money with me, and I know you don’t. I just wanted to walk with you, but I didn’t know it was going to rain, and I left my phone at home so I couldn’t ask you if you wanted to hang out some other time, so I just decided to meet you where we agreed. Since you’re always prepared, it’s not a problem, right?”
Aki rolled his eyes at the amount of words coming out of his friend’s mouth; leave it to Mizuki to ramble on when he could easily just tell him he didn’t have his phone and thought he’d just go anyways. “You knew it was raining before you left, yet you still didn’t think to bring an umbrella?” Aki spoke quietly, making it almost impossible for his voice to be heard, and if Mizuki hadn’t been so used to straining his ears to listen to his friend, he wouldn’t have heard a thing.
The guitarist giggled and gave Aki a look of disbelief, “Don’t you think we’d look silly walking around with two umbrellas while we could just share one?” He snorted and grinned in embarrassment.
Aki chose to stay quiet as they continued to walk around aimlessly. It would just be easier to keep his mouth shut because arguing with Mizuki was like arguing with Gackt. Tightening his grip on the umbrella, Aki walked further with the guitarist who was once again rattling on about something involving a video game and Kei, something Aki wasn’t really listening to because most of the stuff coming from Mizuki’s mouth was pointless half the time. Even though the guitarist was a bit on the obnoxious side, Aki still felt some sort of comfort from being with him. Maybe it was because he wasn’t alone like a typical day off, or maybe it was because Mizuki just made everyone feel comfortable.
“Aki, are you even listening to a word I’m saying?” Mizuki waved his hand in front of Aki’s face with a pout, one that looked almost too ridiculous for him to sport. Aki smiled softly and shook his head, something Mizuki wasn’t surprised to see, so he continued speaking. “I was telling you that there’s a field of flowers out in the country that I found the other day that I wanted to show to you when it’s not raining. That’s kind of the reason I asked you to hang out with me, but it started to rain and ruined my plans.” The guitarist shrugged, bumping his shoulder into Aki’s on accident.
“Did you intend for us to walk there?” Aki raised an eyebrow as Mizuki tilted his head to the side in confusion. “We’re in the city, Mizuki, not the country.” He stated what was perfectly obvious, turning his gaze back to the sidewalk in front of them.
With a short nervous laugh, Mizuki bowed his head. “I didn’t think of that. See, it’s a good thing it started to rain and I left my phone at home, otherwise you’d be yelling at me for making you walk so much.” The guitarist covered his mouth as an embarrassed smile crept across his face. Truth be told, he hadn’t given his plan much thought; it just seemed like a good idea to spend the day out in a field of flowers, but he never took into consideration that maybe it wasn’t a smart idea to walk.
Aki said nothing as they walked around a corner that would eventually lead back to Aki’s apartment. The rain grew heavier, and Mizuki leaned in closer to the bassist so he wouldn’t get any more wet.
“Maybe tomorrow.” Aki shrugged after awhile. “Or whenever it’s not wet outside.” He glanced to the side briefly before turning his attention to the puddles in front of them. He couldn't believe he was actually agreeing to go somewhere with Mizuki, who would probably talk his ear off. "But we're not walking there." He glanced to the side with a smirk and pushed the guitarist out from under his umbrella with a short laugh.
A/N: Hm, I haven't written the second part yet, but I'm wondering if I should. Do you guys want me to?