Blind Date - ShouxHiroto, ToraxSaga (onesided) - Ch6/??
Title: Blind Date
Chapters: 6/??
Author: fallen_am_i
Genre: Romance, comedy, slice of life, AU
Warnings: Boylove, silliness, scenes of sexual intercourse, but that will come later, language
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairing: ShouxHiroto, ToraxSaga (onesided)
Synopsis: Love is blind, really blind, even on blind dates. Some times it is so blind, that you might have fallen for someone who is not whom you think to be...
Disclaimer: I own the story only...
Coments: A big thank you to xme_chanx for beta reading :3
Chapter 6:
“Hmm...” Two brows furrowed as an index finger was carefully checking the clothes on the rails. “Too much... Too serious... Too red...” he huffed. Did he really have to attend that party on the weekend? He had successfully avoided the last one, only to be invited in a new one some weeks later! And okay, maybe Nao was right that it was a good opportunity to meet new people but... He sighed, squeezing the tight T-shirt he was grasping. He had no need to meet you people, he had many friends and he was... popular? Yes, he was! He nodded stubbornly, grabbing a few more clothes as he moved on. He used to always have help at those things, but he would rather die than ask Tora to come along! No, certainly not! That would be a total disaster!
Saga huffed, looking at his cellphone hesitantly. The truth was that Tora was not able to follow him anyway. He was sick, as he was careless enough to run around on a rainy night and having the most exciting sex ever, as he confessed later... The brunet blushed and huffed irritated, almost forgetting the purpose of his mission in the mall. He was supposed to purchase a sexy outfit and then visit his best friend, buying him something nice even... Though the only thing passing his mind was rat poison at the moment...
He sighed, stepping closer to the dressing rooms as he wandered if the colors he chose really fit. He was not that bad at styling, but he was never shopping on his own. Hmm... Maybe the bright red suit he saw earlier wouldn't be that bad in the end...
“Hey Tora, look at this!”
Two thin eyebrows were raised up in surprise, ears stretching carefully, to catch even the slightest of sounds. Was that... No... No! Saga chuckled nervously. The Tora he knew was sick at home and he would never lie about his health!
“Isn't it an amazing suit? And red is my favorite color too! Oh, Tora, wait till I try this on!”
Except... except if there was a cute guy, with dyed probably hair and disgustingly sparkling eyes, ready to spread his legs open for the tiger with the first chance! Teeth gritted and long fingers searched in panic inside his pockets, fumbling with his phone and dialing blindly a number.
“That bitch! Red is MY favorite color!”
The line beeped for a little till someone picked it up, someone with a really hoarse voice, screaching like a really old door.
“Saga?”
“You fucking liar!” the brunet was red in anger. “You even pretend to have hoarse throat successfully!”
“I have hoarse throat!” There was a small pause and a gulping sound, like Tora was really struggling to talk. “And what did I lie about?”
“Oh, cut the crap!” That was it, Saga was out of his mind, because if there was something he really hated, that was being underestimated. “Was he good at bed? Gosh, you should at least stay home if you wanted to avoid me! Or just tell me the truth jerk!”
A big sigh echoed from the other end of the line.
“Saga, I don,t understand and I am on fever... Do you have anything important to say?”
“Important, huh?” the brunet moved fast towards the rails of clothes following the excited voice that was calling the stupid tiger, a voice belonging to a small, blond guy. Gee, he is not even average, he thought, though the logic in his brain was claiming the opposite. That guy was attractive. “Of course I have something important to say! That red suit is mine!”
A loud voice echoed and a slender hand snatched the suit before the shorter guy could touch it. A victorious look gleamed on Saga's brown orbs and he grinned madly as he turned to look at that boy's lover. That fucking tiger. Tora.
“What about now, you shitty-”
Nope. There was not any tall man with black hair and hazel eyes. The guy in front of him had no broad shoulders or anything quarter-American to on him. Yet, Saga knew well that honey-blond hair and those nice shaped lips, not to mention the wide brown eyes and their constant blinking, an old habit of a certain someone under stress.
“Sh-”
A shake of the head, just a bare, desperate gesture. No. No? … Saga shifted a little uncomfortably, looking from his friend to the boy and back again. What was going on?... And then he remembered that he was still talking on the phone, to the man who should be there but wasn't. To the man who seemed honest for once, though his best friend was not sure about anything, right then. He breathed lowly, never leaving the pair off his eyes as he lifted the phone back to his ear.
“Dude, are you right on your mind?”
Saga was wondering that himself. There was something going on and his mind was already ticking away to find it.
“Talk to you later...” he hanged the phone quickly, ignoring Tora's curses about waking him up and focused back on that... theatrical play? That was a hilarious description, though it really fit the whole thing...
“So... Tora...” he looked at Shou who was nodding positively, ready to faint from stress. “You should give me a call if you would go shopping, I need help with some new clothes for a party at work!” he lifted the red suit awkwardly up, his eyes then falling on the shorter guy, all blushing and shy and... jealous? Ah... He smirked, winking back at Shou. A date! He was dead sure about it! But there was still a question, or maybe more than just one. Why was Shou scared shitless right then and not his usual, cheerful self? And why he chose Tora,s name over his own?
“Oh, forgive me my manners...” He suddenly turned to the small stranger, because breaking the ice would help all of them. “I am Saga, Tora's best friend...” he raised a hand, making sure to bold out his last words.
“Oh, Saga?” It was time for the brunet to get surprised, as the boy smiled in excitement. “I've heard so much about you, though you are cuter and kinder than this one says!”
Saga looked in terror as the boy kissed Shou on the lips and the latter seemed willing to disappear. What the hell...
“I am Pon! Nice to meet you!”
“Pon!” Eyes widened dangerously as the brunet looked at the shorter man, slowly putting every piece of the riddle back in place. His mind was traveling back in his recent memories, scratching off some details and writing them over with new ones. Shou was never ill and he was right there, dating that Pon guy in real Tora's place!
“Pon!” Saga grinned, almost dropping the clothes he was holding as he gritted the man with awoken warmth. “It's so nice meeting you!” His voice sounded sweet and happy, yet there was a scary, dangerous sound lurking on it somewhere in the backstage. “I've heard so much about you from... Tora...” Voice dripping sarcasm, Shou felt the urge to move back. He was slow though, as a madman-Saga was already embracing him in a friendly-looking way, in reality almost shuttering his bones from the pressure. “I'll kill you....” he spoke under his breath, making Shou shiver. His loyalty to Tora was kicking on, even if deep inside Saga felt relieved that Shou was mixed up in all that crazy story. “And then he'll kill you twice... Have you seen him furious, Shou?”
And with that he stepped back to leave, only to be pulled back by the honey-blond's deadly grip. This had to do with survival anymore, or three angry men would beat him to a pulp.
“We just found you and you'll leave?” Shou's pleading pout was at least enough to make Saga pay attention. “You still have a suit to choose... We can help you out...”
Saga raised a brow, fighting inwardly with his thoughts. It was clear that Shou was done for but still, he was curious. Curious about what made a quiet and peaceful guy like Shou to end up surrounded in a pile of lies. He scratched his head hesitantly.
“Okay...” he finally muttered, looking away as Shou smiled in relief. “But only because that party is important!” And because he was really, really curious.
So he stayed.
*****
“I... I hope you are satisfied with the clothes! I believe that this piece was tailored for you!” A nervous, toneless chuckle, hiding a gulp below it. How the hell did that day end up like this? It began so ideal and then... everything got messed up! Luckily Hiroto found out nothing, but that was the only bright side of the last events! Saga was angry, he himself was ready to flail away from stress and his credit card was ready to explode from the money he owned! A nice present was a good step to shut Saga initially up, and that suit he bought cost a small fortune! He sighed, looking sideways at the brunet drinking silently his tea, the atmosphere prickling by jolts of tension. They were sitting at a cafe just the two of them, across to each other.
“I hope you like the tea here... It's one of my favorite coffee shops in town and it always serves great t-”
“Shou...” a small porcelain cup clang softly on its porcelain place as it was placed down. Saga looked at him seriously, taking out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling a big amount of smoke letting it flow like a foggy cloud out of his lips before he spoke again.
“Cut to the chase...”
And Shou did. He ordered a glass of whiskey, gulping a huge sip before he was ready to talk again, with burning throat and dazed sight. Words were mixed in a knot inside his mouth, flowing like an angry waterfall out of his lips as spoke but that didn't bother him. He told a story one with love and spontaneity, where pretending to be someone else could be right, where lies didn't sounds so fake in certain ears. He explained everything. How he felt when Hiroto entered the bar, how his heart was beating when they dated, how he was ready to melt when they got closer. The first kiss, the first touch, the evening that they got to know each other even better, when their bodies became one, united by heat and important feelings. The perfect way Hiroto's lips felt on his own, how their breaths were evening whenever they were together...
Saga was standing still, just listening. He didn't talk, didn't smoke, didn't frown or even blink. The only proof that he was not an alive-looking doll were his slow sips from his tea and his slight breathing. Nobody could know what he was thinking or how calm he really was in the inside. The surface of his figure could be deceiving and Shou was shaking in panic as he finished his tale, fingers tapping nervously on the wooden table as he waited for an answer, either good or bad.
“You lied...” Voice soft, softer than Saga would like it to sound, but his expression was still blank and strict. Though he didn't want it, he could understand those feelings of love, letting them invade his soul and scar it with complaints. Shou was a liar but he had what he wanted. Saga on the other hand was always there, offering a shoulder whenever needed only to feel like a substitute, the perfect friend. And really, it was one of those times that a noble word like friend could take such a sad meaning...
“You know how I feel about him...”Saga licked his lips, feeling awkward. “I mean...” he ran a hand on hi brown hair stressful. “I am his best friend and it's unfair to him.. He might be an asshole or a stupid jerk but... He was always like that! He never pretended, like you did..”
“Saga...” Shou raised up a hand, pulling desperate at the other man's coat as he stood up, ready to go. “I'm in love. I can say it a billion times if you need so to understand it, but you already do...” he sighed in relief as the brunet sat back down, offering him one more chance to explain himself. “You've already been burned by love's fire, much earlier than me and you have felt that kind of pain... Unbearable, isn't it?” He chuckled bitterly, guilty to scratch an old and deep wound inside his friend's heart. Saga was lucky in friends and business, he had a bright star lighting the road ahead of him, showing the path of success but there was a side that luck was turning its back at him. Love. “Tora would meet him, play with Pon's romantic rules to sleep with him and then what? Nothing! Isn't that also pretending?”
Shou's eyes got louder and his eyes gleamed in passion as he was setting on the table all of his reasons to keep acting on Tora's place for a little more.
“I am doing this because I have feelings for Hiroto, unlike Tora! I know it is stupid but I don't care anymore...” he huffed, rubbing his temple in tire. “You can go and tell him if you want, that's up to you. But keep in mind that you don't have to ruin my love-life just because yours is...” Shit, he had gone a little too far. The way Saga bit his lips just then and fixed his posture proudly... It was visible that he was hurt by those words...
“I am...” Shou licked his lips. No. Saying he is sorry could only make things worse. He sighed deeply. “What I meant is... you already know how it is and you know that this story can have a better ending... I would do the same for you, if I could...”
“I know...” There was no expression on Saga's pale face, he was blank... “I understand what you mean... totally...” He stood up, his posture showing even more distant than before. So typical of Saga, really... Tora was the only person who could draw emotions to him when on anger. He would curse and shout, but only when it was for the dark-haired man. For anybody else Saga would just build a wall around him, growing it a few levels higher every time he was hurt. And maybe that was a bold proof about the actual existence of friendship between the two men, because after all Saga was always more exposed to Tora, no matter their constant arguments or the brunet's deeper feelings. Shou stood up too, ready to follow his friend in a last attempt to make up for his mistake.
“Saga...”
“Don't.” Saga raised a hand, motioning the other to stop talking. He didn't want his pitty or sorry feelings. He was aware better than anyone about his own condition. “One month...” he spoke again, serious and calm. “You have one month to fix this. If this timeline pass and you don't say anything to both of them, then I will...”
Compassion and understanding. Shou was feeling relieved and at the same time he was sinking even deeper in the mud he himself created with his own actions.
“Saga, thank you so mu-”
“Don't.” Saga shook his head, denying any more words. “Just don't... And keep your present... It would look better on Hiroto anyway...”
And that's how he exited the coffee-shop, leaving Shou wandering in guilt, even though he should be happy. He couldn't be though, as he had obtained something with the wrong means. He looked at his wallet to pay the bill, realizing that there were already money on the table, enough to pay for both their orders. The honey-blond stared at the bag of clothes in desolation, accepting in a silent way his friend's rejection. He sighed in desperation, resting his head between his palms.
Things hadn't turned out that good in the end, but he made a promise mutely to himself. His 'to do' list now had one extra mission, apologizing properly to Saga. And he had to make up soon enough...
t.b.c.
A/N: Hello there :) Sorry for this delay but i am taking my teaching english exam in 3 weeks, so studying got in the way, but i really love english so it is fine xD So... Saga gets mixed in the game too xD I hope you enjoy it guys as much as i did writing it :)
Comments are always appreciated :)
Chapters: 6/??
Author: fallen_am_i
Genre: Romance, comedy, slice of life, AU
Warnings: Boylove, silliness, scenes of sexual intercourse, but that will come later, language
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairing: ShouxHiroto, ToraxSaga (onesided)
Synopsis: Love is blind, really blind, even on blind dates. Some times it is so blind, that you might have fallen for someone who is not whom you think to be...
Disclaimer: I own the story only...
Coments: A big thank you to xme_chanx for beta reading :3
Chapter 6:
“Hmm...” Two brows furrowed as an index finger was carefully checking the clothes on the rails. “Too much... Too serious... Too red...” he huffed. Did he really have to attend that party on the weekend? He had successfully avoided the last one, only to be invited in a new one some weeks later! And okay, maybe Nao was right that it was a good opportunity to meet new people but... He sighed, squeezing the tight T-shirt he was grasping. He had no need to meet you people, he had many friends and he was... popular? Yes, he was! He nodded stubbornly, grabbing a few more clothes as he moved on. He used to always have help at those things, but he would rather die than ask Tora to come along! No, certainly not! That would be a total disaster!
Saga huffed, looking at his cellphone hesitantly. The truth was that Tora was not able to follow him anyway. He was sick, as he was careless enough to run around on a rainy night and having the most exciting sex ever, as he confessed later... The brunet blushed and huffed irritated, almost forgetting the purpose of his mission in the mall. He was supposed to purchase a sexy outfit and then visit his best friend, buying him something nice even... Though the only thing passing his mind was rat poison at the moment...
He sighed, stepping closer to the dressing rooms as he wandered if the colors he chose really fit. He was not that bad at styling, but he was never shopping on his own. Hmm... Maybe the bright red suit he saw earlier wouldn't be that bad in the end...
“Hey Tora, look at this!”
Two thin eyebrows were raised up in surprise, ears stretching carefully, to catch even the slightest of sounds. Was that... No... No! Saga chuckled nervously. The Tora he knew was sick at home and he would never lie about his health!
“Isn't it an amazing suit? And red is my favorite color too! Oh, Tora, wait till I try this on!”
Except... except if there was a cute guy, with dyed probably hair and disgustingly sparkling eyes, ready to spread his legs open for the tiger with the first chance! Teeth gritted and long fingers searched in panic inside his pockets, fumbling with his phone and dialing blindly a number.
“That bitch! Red is MY favorite color!”
The line beeped for a little till someone picked it up, someone with a really hoarse voice, screaching like a really old door.
“Saga?”
“You fucking liar!” the brunet was red in anger. “You even pretend to have hoarse throat successfully!”
“I have hoarse throat!” There was a small pause and a gulping sound, like Tora was really struggling to talk. “And what did I lie about?”
“Oh, cut the crap!” That was it, Saga was out of his mind, because if there was something he really hated, that was being underestimated. “Was he good at bed? Gosh, you should at least stay home if you wanted to avoid me! Or just tell me the truth jerk!”
A big sigh echoed from the other end of the line.
“Saga, I don,t understand and I am on fever... Do you have anything important to say?”
“Important, huh?” the brunet moved fast towards the rails of clothes following the excited voice that was calling the stupid tiger, a voice belonging to a small, blond guy. Gee, he is not even average, he thought, though the logic in his brain was claiming the opposite. That guy was attractive. “Of course I have something important to say! That red suit is mine!”
A loud voice echoed and a slender hand snatched the suit before the shorter guy could touch it. A victorious look gleamed on Saga's brown orbs and he grinned madly as he turned to look at that boy's lover. That fucking tiger. Tora.
“What about now, you shitty-”
Nope. There was not any tall man with black hair and hazel eyes. The guy in front of him had no broad shoulders or anything quarter-American to on him. Yet, Saga knew well that honey-blond hair and those nice shaped lips, not to mention the wide brown eyes and their constant blinking, an old habit of a certain someone under stress.
“Sh-”
A shake of the head, just a bare, desperate gesture. No. No? … Saga shifted a little uncomfortably, looking from his friend to the boy and back again. What was going on?... And then he remembered that he was still talking on the phone, to the man who should be there but wasn't. To the man who seemed honest for once, though his best friend was not sure about anything, right then. He breathed lowly, never leaving the pair off his eyes as he lifted the phone back to his ear.
“Dude, are you right on your mind?”
Saga was wondering that himself. There was something going on and his mind was already ticking away to find it.
“Talk to you later...” he hanged the phone quickly, ignoring Tora's curses about waking him up and focused back on that... theatrical play? That was a hilarious description, though it really fit the whole thing...
“So... Tora...” he looked at Shou who was nodding positively, ready to faint from stress. “You should give me a call if you would go shopping, I need help with some new clothes for a party at work!” he lifted the red suit awkwardly up, his eyes then falling on the shorter guy, all blushing and shy and... jealous? Ah... He smirked, winking back at Shou. A date! He was dead sure about it! But there was still a question, or maybe more than just one. Why was Shou scared shitless right then and not his usual, cheerful self? And why he chose Tora,s name over his own?
“Oh, forgive me my manners...” He suddenly turned to the small stranger, because breaking the ice would help all of them. “I am Saga, Tora's best friend...” he raised a hand, making sure to bold out his last words.
“Oh, Saga?” It was time for the brunet to get surprised, as the boy smiled in excitement. “I've heard so much about you, though you are cuter and kinder than this one says!”
Saga looked in terror as the boy kissed Shou on the lips and the latter seemed willing to disappear. What the hell...
“I am Pon! Nice to meet you!”
“Pon!” Eyes widened dangerously as the brunet looked at the shorter man, slowly putting every piece of the riddle back in place. His mind was traveling back in his recent memories, scratching off some details and writing them over with new ones. Shou was never ill and he was right there, dating that Pon guy in real Tora's place!
“Pon!” Saga grinned, almost dropping the clothes he was holding as he gritted the man with awoken warmth. “It's so nice meeting you!” His voice sounded sweet and happy, yet there was a scary, dangerous sound lurking on it somewhere in the backstage. “I've heard so much about you from... Tora...” Voice dripping sarcasm, Shou felt the urge to move back. He was slow though, as a madman-Saga was already embracing him in a friendly-looking way, in reality almost shuttering his bones from the pressure. “I'll kill you....” he spoke under his breath, making Shou shiver. His loyalty to Tora was kicking on, even if deep inside Saga felt relieved that Shou was mixed up in all that crazy story. “And then he'll kill you twice... Have you seen him furious, Shou?”
And with that he stepped back to leave, only to be pulled back by the honey-blond's deadly grip. This had to do with survival anymore, or three angry men would beat him to a pulp.
“We just found you and you'll leave?” Shou's pleading pout was at least enough to make Saga pay attention. “You still have a suit to choose... We can help you out...”
Saga raised a brow, fighting inwardly with his thoughts. It was clear that Shou was done for but still, he was curious. Curious about what made a quiet and peaceful guy like Shou to end up surrounded in a pile of lies. He scratched his head hesitantly.
“Okay...” he finally muttered, looking away as Shou smiled in relief. “But only because that party is important!” And because he was really, really curious.
So he stayed.
*****
“I... I hope you are satisfied with the clothes! I believe that this piece was tailored for you!” A nervous, toneless chuckle, hiding a gulp below it. How the hell did that day end up like this? It began so ideal and then... everything got messed up! Luckily Hiroto found out nothing, but that was the only bright side of the last events! Saga was angry, he himself was ready to flail away from stress and his credit card was ready to explode from the money he owned! A nice present was a good step to shut Saga initially up, and that suit he bought cost a small fortune! He sighed, looking sideways at the brunet drinking silently his tea, the atmosphere prickling by jolts of tension. They were sitting at a cafe just the two of them, across to each other.
“I hope you like the tea here... It's one of my favorite coffee shops in town and it always serves great t-”
“Shou...” a small porcelain cup clang softly on its porcelain place as it was placed down. Saga looked at him seriously, taking out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling a big amount of smoke letting it flow like a foggy cloud out of his lips before he spoke again.
“Cut to the chase...”
And Shou did. He ordered a glass of whiskey, gulping a huge sip before he was ready to talk again, with burning throat and dazed sight. Words were mixed in a knot inside his mouth, flowing like an angry waterfall out of his lips as spoke but that didn't bother him. He told a story one with love and spontaneity, where pretending to be someone else could be right, where lies didn't sounds so fake in certain ears. He explained everything. How he felt when Hiroto entered the bar, how his heart was beating when they dated, how he was ready to melt when they got closer. The first kiss, the first touch, the evening that they got to know each other even better, when their bodies became one, united by heat and important feelings. The perfect way Hiroto's lips felt on his own, how their breaths were evening whenever they were together...
Saga was standing still, just listening. He didn't talk, didn't smoke, didn't frown or even blink. The only proof that he was not an alive-looking doll were his slow sips from his tea and his slight breathing. Nobody could know what he was thinking or how calm he really was in the inside. The surface of his figure could be deceiving and Shou was shaking in panic as he finished his tale, fingers tapping nervously on the wooden table as he waited for an answer, either good or bad.
“You lied...” Voice soft, softer than Saga would like it to sound, but his expression was still blank and strict. Though he didn't want it, he could understand those feelings of love, letting them invade his soul and scar it with complaints. Shou was a liar but he had what he wanted. Saga on the other hand was always there, offering a shoulder whenever needed only to feel like a substitute, the perfect friend. And really, it was one of those times that a noble word like friend could take such a sad meaning...
“You know how I feel about him...”Saga licked his lips, feeling awkward. “I mean...” he ran a hand on hi brown hair stressful. “I am his best friend and it's unfair to him.. He might be an asshole or a stupid jerk but... He was always like that! He never pretended, like you did..”
“Saga...” Shou raised up a hand, pulling desperate at the other man's coat as he stood up, ready to go. “I'm in love. I can say it a billion times if you need so to understand it, but you already do...” he sighed in relief as the brunet sat back down, offering him one more chance to explain himself. “You've already been burned by love's fire, much earlier than me and you have felt that kind of pain... Unbearable, isn't it?” He chuckled bitterly, guilty to scratch an old and deep wound inside his friend's heart. Saga was lucky in friends and business, he had a bright star lighting the road ahead of him, showing the path of success but there was a side that luck was turning its back at him. Love. “Tora would meet him, play with Pon's romantic rules to sleep with him and then what? Nothing! Isn't that also pretending?”
Shou's eyes got louder and his eyes gleamed in passion as he was setting on the table all of his reasons to keep acting on Tora's place for a little more.
“I am doing this because I have feelings for Hiroto, unlike Tora! I know it is stupid but I don't care anymore...” he huffed, rubbing his temple in tire. “You can go and tell him if you want, that's up to you. But keep in mind that you don't have to ruin my love-life just because yours is...” Shit, he had gone a little too far. The way Saga bit his lips just then and fixed his posture proudly... It was visible that he was hurt by those words...
“I am...” Shou licked his lips. No. Saying he is sorry could only make things worse. He sighed deeply. “What I meant is... you already know how it is and you know that this story can have a better ending... I would do the same for you, if I could...”
“I know...” There was no expression on Saga's pale face, he was blank... “I understand what you mean... totally...” He stood up, his posture showing even more distant than before. So typical of Saga, really... Tora was the only person who could draw emotions to him when on anger. He would curse and shout, but only when it was for the dark-haired man. For anybody else Saga would just build a wall around him, growing it a few levels higher every time he was hurt. And maybe that was a bold proof about the actual existence of friendship between the two men, because after all Saga was always more exposed to Tora, no matter their constant arguments or the brunet's deeper feelings. Shou stood up too, ready to follow his friend in a last attempt to make up for his mistake.
“Saga...”
“Don't.” Saga raised a hand, motioning the other to stop talking. He didn't want his pitty or sorry feelings. He was aware better than anyone about his own condition. “One month...” he spoke again, serious and calm. “You have one month to fix this. If this timeline pass and you don't say anything to both of them, then I will...”
Compassion and understanding. Shou was feeling relieved and at the same time he was sinking even deeper in the mud he himself created with his own actions.
“Saga, thank you so mu-”
“Don't.” Saga shook his head, denying any more words. “Just don't... And keep your present... It would look better on Hiroto anyway...”
And that's how he exited the coffee-shop, leaving Shou wandering in guilt, even though he should be happy. He couldn't be though, as he had obtained something with the wrong means. He looked at his wallet to pay the bill, realizing that there were already money on the table, enough to pay for both their orders. The honey-blond stared at the bag of clothes in desolation, accepting in a silent way his friend's rejection. He sighed in desperation, resting his head between his palms.
Things hadn't turned out that good in the end, but he made a promise mutely to himself. His 'to do' list now had one extra mission, apologizing properly to Saga. And he had to make up soon enough...
t.b.c.
A/N: Hello there :) Sorry for this delay but i am taking my teaching english exam in 3 weeks, so studying got in the way, but i really love english so it is fine xD So... Saga gets mixed in the game too xD I hope you enjoy it guys as much as i did writing it :)
Comments are always appreciated :)