My Birthday Wish- o1/o1
Title: My Birthday Wish
Author: faustusfaustine
Pairings: Tora X Hiroto
Overall Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama, fluff, humour
Warnings: Crack and randomness.
Summary: Hiroto's birthday wish seems too much for the older man. How much can Tora take? XD
Notes: A very late birthday fic for Hiroto's birthday. : D
They had a promise, something that he decided to do ever since he made him cry.
He has to do whatever Hiroto wants on his birthday.
Tora is always a calm man, cool and collected. He does not show his emotions very easily, yet he loves to tease him so much and seeing him in such a fluster made him lose his cool and laugh.
He knows that is a very mean thing to do, but Hiroto is just so so…
Nice to bully.
Once he told Hiroto that the hotel room was haunted and told him never to go there alone, because the ghosts would want to take him away, to replace him. The younger man laughed it off as one of Tora’s mean jokes. However, it happened. No ghosts came for him though, just a power trip. After everything was fixed, Hiroto hugged Tora tightly and started to cry, mumbling something incoherent about he didn’t want to die until he tried bungee jumping, or before he can finish composing that song.
Most importantly, this has lead to Tora realizing that being a jackass is wrong and the promise made.
Tora took a deep breath as he lay on the navy duvet and mustered all of his willpower to press the black shiny keys on his sleek mobile phone.
“Happy Birthday, Hiroto. What do you want to do this year?”
Hiroto’s big teeth peeked out of his red lips as he saw the text message, he is happy. Wait, scrape that, he is elated. The young man cannot believe that Tora stood his side of the deal, looks like pretending that he got traumatized by that incident has its perks.
“Just be prepared to raid the costume room tomorrow, Tora-kun. : ))”
Tora quirked his brow, he sighed as he rolled on the bed.
That can never be good.
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“Mmm, five more minutes, mom,” Tora murmured as he attempted to bury himself in the depths of his pillow.
“No, Tora. We’re going to raid the costume room today,” a familiar voice said cheerfully.
“Huh, whu..” Tora opened his dark eyes to see a blonde hovering over him, “WHAT THE… Why are you in my room?”
“Your mom is such a nice lady, she made me pancakes.”
“Ah, Shinji-chan, you are up? You should learn from Hiroto-kun, he is such a polite boy,” Tora’s mother said from the living room.
‘More like a devil’s reincarnate’, he snorted as he see that bright and irresistible smile flashing from that chipmunk’s mouth.
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“Hmm, I think the Kowloon one will be perfect. Don’t you think so, Tora-shi?” Hiroto asked as he took out the plastic hanger from the sleek metal rack.
Tora stared at the myriad of clothes and costumes in the stuffy room. There are so many that he is getting a little giddy, this is then he realized that 2 costumes are missing. He raised an eyebrow, and couldn’t help but to ponder on its whereabouts.
‘Ah well, maybe they are in the scraps now,’ he thought.
“TORA, are you listening?” Hiroto pouted.
“Yes, yes, this outfit is perfect,” Tora took the piece of clothing and headed for the changing room.
‘Of course this outfit is perfect. It is the tightest thing you ever wore, Tora-kun,’ Hiroto smirked to himself.
He loved Tora in tight suits, as much as he loved him to be beside him and hug him or all that mushy stuff that couples do. He blushed at the thought, like the boy he is. Now that he has this one chance to do something, he knew he had to grab that chance. His hands grasped a piece of flyer. He smiled to himself as he re-read the contents of that glossy printed paper.
“XXXX COSPLAY CONVENTION 2008
TIME: XXX to XXX
VENUE: XXXXXXX
OUTFIT: YOUR COSTUMES, OF COURSE”
“Hiroto-kun, I am done. Now what do I do?” He asked the shorter man.
The younger guitarist immediately squashed that piece of paper and aimed it at the basket.
“Oh, just go and put your makeup on,” Hiroto said, smiling, “and style your hair too.”
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“Hiroto, a cosplay convention? Are you OUT OF YOUR MIND?!!!,” Tora said in a hushed tone, “people can RECOGNISE us!”
“No, I am Hiro and you are Shin and we are really good and convincing cosplayers,” He said, as if it is a cold, hard fact.
Tora rolled his eyes and sighed loudly at the crowd gathering around. All sorts of people are around, photographers, cosplayers dressed in their perfectly replicated garments and wigs and people who are just looking around. Just as he marveled at the amount of people, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.
“Can I take a photo of you?” A meek girl asked politely.
“Uh… sure,” Tora said stuttering slightly, after all this is his first time.
“Oh goodness, you’re a guy!” She exclaimed, “Normally very good alice nine. cosplayers are girls. Hahaha, and I was wondering how did you manage to bind them so flat.”
Before Tora knew it, he had quite a conversation with her and he realized that not all woman are born flat chested, they actually have to bind.
After a few pictures and a few more denials from the older man not being the real McCoy, he smiled and said good bye as she needed to queue for her doujinshi.
It was then he realized that he had lost Hiroto.
He panicked. His black eyes flashed around the crowd frantically, trying to search for the smaller man in a sea of flamboyant costumes. Of course, it was then he saw many of his clones. He was shell-shocked as he made his ‘journey’; he cannot believe that someone can look so much like him, or his band mates. After much squeezing in the crowd (and of course many photos later), he finally found Hiroto at one of the doujinshi booth.
“Where have you been?” Tora asked, sounding more worried than angry.
“I see that you were flirting with that girl over there, so I decided not to be the third wheel. So did you manage to get her number?” Hiroto asked.
“No, and what are you doing here?” Tora sighed exasperatedly.
“Checking out my favourite doujinshi,” Hiroto stated.
Tora casually picked a copy and looked at it. He almost fainted of shock, the cover was a picture of a beautified version of him kissing a more beautified and minimised Hiroto as he slipped his hand up Hiroto’s shirt.
‘WHAT THE… WHAT THE!!!!!!’ were the only words screaming in the older man’s mind.
Hiroto tried to hold back his laughter as he saw Tora’s expression. He immediately sweep out his cell phone and took a picture of one of the many priceless moments in his life.
‘Hahaha, this should teach him not to mess around with me,’ Hiroto thought.
“Oh hi there, can we have a photo of the two of you? You guys are the best alice nine. cosplayers we seen here!” a very familiar voice said.
Tora turned back immediately and saw two creepily familiar people smiling at both of them.
“Aren’t you Uruha? Wait wait, aren’t you Aoi? What are you guys doing here?” Tora asked.
‘And I thought Hiroto and I were loony enough’ Tora sighed.
“Oh again? Jeez, I am always mistaken for the real thing,” Aoi said, “I am not Aoi I am Yuu and my friend here is Kouyou.”
“Riiiiighttt,” Tora said in a cynical tone.
“Ah. Yuu-san, we meet again,” Hiroto laughed, “Your Guren costumes are perfect! I wished I had such skills.”
Tora looked at Hiroto and at ‘Yuu’ and at ‘Kouyou’, he just rolled his eyes and cannot help but to wonder if everyone is blind not to have noticed them as the real artistes themselves.
‘WHYYYYY?!!!’ Tora screamed mentally.
“Oh oh, we want photos of you guys!” ‘Kouyou’ said excitedly.
“Sure,” Hiroto smirked.
What happened next was terribly shocking for Tora, he never expected this and today had too much surprises for him.
The younger guitarist shoved Tora’s pale hand up his shirt while pulling the taller man to kiss him, hard on the lips.
“Kiss back,” Hiroto whispered, “People are taking photos, you know.”
Tora had no idea what to do but to press his lips against Hiroto’s, the warmth so comforting that he closed his eyes as he pulled Hiroto closer to him, wanting more of his warmth. He didn’t care about the squeals and screams or the flashes, he just continued kissing Hiroto, not wanting to let go.
Just like that night when the power tripped.
He started to ruffle at the artificially sprayed brown hair, feeling every strand. He then broke the kiss and to find a dazed Hiroto in his arms. He smiled at him, wrapping his long arms around his thin waist.
“Takanori-sensei, don’t you think that this looks just like your doujinshi cover?” Hiroto smiled at the seemingly familiar doujinka.
It suddenly struck to Tora that that is actually Ruki, selling doujinshi.
‘Doesn’t PSC pay enough to their artists?!!!!’ Tora shouted in his mind again.
“Yeah, you guys are fantastic. Here take a copy for free,” the bespectacled Ruki smirked at them.
Hiroto blushed as he buried himself in Tora’s arms, it was then the taller man suddenly remembered that he had the younger man wrapped in his arms.
“I am tired, let’s go home. Shall we?” Hiroto said.
As they made their way through the crowd, Tora didn’t notice an enlarged gundam model waving to Hiroto.
‘Yup, this is all a bad dream, Tora. After we leave, I will wake up and nothing happened.’ Tora told himself repeatedly.
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Tora’s hopes were dashed.
He is still holding Hiroto as the younger man curled in the sheets. He can only be glad that his mom only visits once a year.
“Tora, you do know that I actually like you right?”
“Yeah, it got kind of obvious when you shoved my hand up your shirt.”
“Uhh… Uhh…”
He just kissed Hiroto gently on his lips, to assure that he feels the same for the younger man.
“Does this answer your question?”
Hiroto looked at Tora’s dark orbs and nodded vehemently, his blush not visible in the dim lighting, but Tora can feel the heat of his cheeks on his chest.
“Just get to sleep, Nao just called in to report sick,” Tora said.
As he unconsciously stroked Hiroto’s soft strands, he recalled yesterday’s incident and all the shenanigans.
He will definitely not want to go through that again.
Maybe, with the exception for the kissing part.
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Note: Yuu is Aoi's rumoured name, while Kouyou is Uruha's and Takanori is Ruki's. Doujinshi are fan drawn comics and doujinkas are the people who make them XD
Hehe, hope everyone liked this : ))))
Author: faustusfaustine
Pairings: Tora X Hiroto
Overall Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama, fluff, humour
Warnings: Crack and randomness.
Summary: Hiroto's birthday wish seems too much for the older man. How much can Tora take? XD
Notes: A very late birthday fic for Hiroto's birthday. : D
They had a promise, something that he decided to do ever since he made him cry.
He has to do whatever Hiroto wants on his birthday.
Tora is always a calm man, cool and collected. He does not show his emotions very easily, yet he loves to tease him so much and seeing him in such a fluster made him lose his cool and laugh.
He knows that is a very mean thing to do, but Hiroto is just so so…
Nice to bully.
Once he told Hiroto that the hotel room was haunted and told him never to go there alone, because the ghosts would want to take him away, to replace him. The younger man laughed it off as one of Tora’s mean jokes. However, it happened. No ghosts came for him though, just a power trip. After everything was fixed, Hiroto hugged Tora tightly and started to cry, mumbling something incoherent about he didn’t want to die until he tried bungee jumping, or before he can finish composing that song.
Most importantly, this has lead to Tora realizing that being a jackass is wrong and the promise made.
Tora took a deep breath as he lay on the navy duvet and mustered all of his willpower to press the black shiny keys on his sleek mobile phone.
“Happy Birthday, Hiroto. What do you want to do this year?”
Hiroto’s big teeth peeked out of his red lips as he saw the text message, he is happy. Wait, scrape that, he is elated. The young man cannot believe that Tora stood his side of the deal, looks like pretending that he got traumatized by that incident has its perks.
“Just be prepared to raid the costume room tomorrow, Tora-kun. : ))”
Tora quirked his brow, he sighed as he rolled on the bed.
That can never be good.
---------------------------------------
“Mmm, five more minutes, mom,” Tora murmured as he attempted to bury himself in the depths of his pillow.
“No, Tora. We’re going to raid the costume room today,” a familiar voice said cheerfully.
“Huh, whu..” Tora opened his dark eyes to see a blonde hovering over him, “WHAT THE… Why are you in my room?”
“Your mom is such a nice lady, she made me pancakes.”
“Ah, Shinji-chan, you are up? You should learn from Hiroto-kun, he is such a polite boy,” Tora’s mother said from the living room.
‘More like a devil’s reincarnate’, he snorted as he see that bright and irresistible smile flashing from that chipmunk’s mouth.
---------------------------------
“Hmm, I think the Kowloon one will be perfect. Don’t you think so, Tora-shi?” Hiroto asked as he took out the plastic hanger from the sleek metal rack.
Tora stared at the myriad of clothes and costumes in the stuffy room. There are so many that he is getting a little giddy, this is then he realized that 2 costumes are missing. He raised an eyebrow, and couldn’t help but to ponder on its whereabouts.
‘Ah well, maybe they are in the scraps now,’ he thought.
“TORA, are you listening?” Hiroto pouted.
“Yes, yes, this outfit is perfect,” Tora took the piece of clothing and headed for the changing room.
‘Of course this outfit is perfect. It is the tightest thing you ever wore, Tora-kun,’ Hiroto smirked to himself.
He loved Tora in tight suits, as much as he loved him to be beside him and hug him or all that mushy stuff that couples do. He blushed at the thought, like the boy he is. Now that he has this one chance to do something, he knew he had to grab that chance. His hands grasped a piece of flyer. He smiled to himself as he re-read the contents of that glossy printed paper.
“XXXX COSPLAY CONVENTION 2008
TIME: XXX to XXX
VENUE: XXXXXXX
OUTFIT: YOUR COSTUMES, OF COURSE”
“Hiroto-kun, I am done. Now what do I do?” He asked the shorter man.
The younger guitarist immediately squashed that piece of paper and aimed it at the basket.
“Oh, just go and put your makeup on,” Hiroto said, smiling, “and style your hair too.”
--------------------------------------------------
“Hiroto, a cosplay convention? Are you OUT OF YOUR MIND?!!!,” Tora said in a hushed tone, “people can RECOGNISE us!”
“No, I am Hiro and you are Shin and we are really good and convincing cosplayers,” He said, as if it is a cold, hard fact.
Tora rolled his eyes and sighed loudly at the crowd gathering around. All sorts of people are around, photographers, cosplayers dressed in their perfectly replicated garments and wigs and people who are just looking around. Just as he marveled at the amount of people, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.
“Can I take a photo of you?” A meek girl asked politely.
“Uh… sure,” Tora said stuttering slightly, after all this is his first time.
“Oh goodness, you’re a guy!” She exclaimed, “Normally very good alice nine. cosplayers are girls. Hahaha, and I was wondering how did you manage to bind them so flat.”
Before Tora knew it, he had quite a conversation with her and he realized that not all woman are born flat chested, they actually have to bind.
After a few pictures and a few more denials from the older man not being the real McCoy, he smiled and said good bye as she needed to queue for her doujinshi.
It was then he realized that he had lost Hiroto.
He panicked. His black eyes flashed around the crowd frantically, trying to search for the smaller man in a sea of flamboyant costumes. Of course, it was then he saw many of his clones. He was shell-shocked as he made his ‘journey’; he cannot believe that someone can look so much like him, or his band mates. After much squeezing in the crowd (and of course many photos later), he finally found Hiroto at one of the doujinshi booth.
“Where have you been?” Tora asked, sounding more worried than angry.
“I see that you were flirting with that girl over there, so I decided not to be the third wheel. So did you manage to get her number?” Hiroto asked.
“No, and what are you doing here?” Tora sighed exasperatedly.
“Checking out my favourite doujinshi,” Hiroto stated.
Tora casually picked a copy and looked at it. He almost fainted of shock, the cover was a picture of a beautified version of him kissing a more beautified and minimised Hiroto as he slipped his hand up Hiroto’s shirt.
‘WHAT THE… WHAT THE!!!!!!’ were the only words screaming in the older man’s mind.
Hiroto tried to hold back his laughter as he saw Tora’s expression. He immediately sweep out his cell phone and took a picture of one of the many priceless moments in his life.
‘Hahaha, this should teach him not to mess around with me,’ Hiroto thought.
“Oh hi there, can we have a photo of the two of you? You guys are the best alice nine. cosplayers we seen here!” a very familiar voice said.
Tora turned back immediately and saw two creepily familiar people smiling at both of them.
“Aren’t you Uruha? Wait wait, aren’t you Aoi? What are you guys doing here?” Tora asked.
‘And I thought Hiroto and I were loony enough’ Tora sighed.
“Oh again? Jeez, I am always mistaken for the real thing,” Aoi said, “I am not Aoi I am Yuu and my friend here is Kouyou.”
“Riiiiighttt,” Tora said in a cynical tone.
“Ah. Yuu-san, we meet again,” Hiroto laughed, “Your Guren costumes are perfect! I wished I had such skills.”
Tora looked at Hiroto and at ‘Yuu’ and at ‘Kouyou’, he just rolled his eyes and cannot help but to wonder if everyone is blind not to have noticed them as the real artistes themselves.
‘WHYYYYY?!!!’ Tora screamed mentally.
“Oh oh, we want photos of you guys!” ‘Kouyou’ said excitedly.
“Sure,” Hiroto smirked.
What happened next was terribly shocking for Tora, he never expected this and today had too much surprises for him.
The younger guitarist shoved Tora’s pale hand up his shirt while pulling the taller man to kiss him, hard on the lips.
“Kiss back,” Hiroto whispered, “People are taking photos, you know.”
Tora had no idea what to do but to press his lips against Hiroto’s, the warmth so comforting that he closed his eyes as he pulled Hiroto closer to him, wanting more of his warmth. He didn’t care about the squeals and screams or the flashes, he just continued kissing Hiroto, not wanting to let go.
Just like that night when the power tripped.
He started to ruffle at the artificially sprayed brown hair, feeling every strand. He then broke the kiss and to find a dazed Hiroto in his arms. He smiled at him, wrapping his long arms around his thin waist.
“Takanori-sensei, don’t you think that this looks just like your doujinshi cover?” Hiroto smiled at the seemingly familiar doujinka.
It suddenly struck to Tora that that is actually Ruki, selling doujinshi.
‘Doesn’t PSC pay enough to their artists?!!!!’ Tora shouted in his mind again.
“Yeah, you guys are fantastic. Here take a copy for free,” the bespectacled Ruki smirked at them.
Hiroto blushed as he buried himself in Tora’s arms, it was then the taller man suddenly remembered that he had the younger man wrapped in his arms.
“I am tired, let’s go home. Shall we?” Hiroto said.
As they made their way through the crowd, Tora didn’t notice an enlarged gundam model waving to Hiroto.
‘Yup, this is all a bad dream, Tora. After we leave, I will wake up and nothing happened.’ Tora told himself repeatedly.
--------------------------------------
Tora’s hopes were dashed.
He is still holding Hiroto as the younger man curled in the sheets. He can only be glad that his mom only visits once a year.
“Tora, you do know that I actually like you right?”
“Yeah, it got kind of obvious when you shoved my hand up your shirt.”
“Uhh… Uhh…”
He just kissed Hiroto gently on his lips, to assure that he feels the same for the younger man.
“Does this answer your question?”
Hiroto looked at Tora’s dark orbs and nodded vehemently, his blush not visible in the dim lighting, but Tora can feel the heat of his cheeks on his chest.
“Just get to sleep, Nao just called in to report sick,” Tora said.
As he unconsciously stroked Hiroto’s soft strands, he recalled yesterday’s incident and all the shenanigans.
He will definitely not want to go through that again.
Maybe, with the exception for the kissing part.
=================
Note: Yuu is Aoi's rumoured name, while Kouyou is Uruha's and Takanori is Ruki's. Doujinshi are fan drawn comics and doujinkas are the people who make them XD
Hehe, hope everyone liked this : ))))