With Snow as Our Witness - PG - Saga/Hiroto - Oneshot
Title: With Snow as Our Witness
Author: Kavikalphawolf
Beta: None
Band/Pairing: Saga/Hiroto [alice nine.]
Prompt: [3] Winter Picture Prompt (For tragic_ennui)
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Do not own these guys.
Comment(s): I'm not as proud of this one as I could be because I don't think it flows right, but I couldn't find a way to change it. Please tell me if you have any suggestions on it. I'll be forever grateful. X3 Oh and I just want to thank the community mods for getting me off my lazy butt and actually writing a story every week with their awesome prompts.
Summary: "They say winter is an end to most things, but sometimes...I think it can be a beginning too."
Snow fell beautifully about the landscape--the first of the season--and blanketed the city in its cold stillness. Most people seemed to keep from it, by staying indoors near their fireplaces or their heaters, but Hiroto was just the opposite. You couldn't keep him indoors for two minutes now with the flakes falling delicately to the earth below. To him, there was cause for celebration.
His iPod headphones were in his ears and there was a bright smile on his lips as he danced alone in the winter snow. His body was thrumming with young and hot energy, a contrast to the weather of the day, while his heart sang out its true disposition of loving nature and all things that came with it.
All of his soul was in his dancing, baring his personality down to its core. There were no facades needed by him on a daily basis, nor was there any awkwardness he had come to experience often these days around his bandmates due to his growing affections for a certain bassist. There was simply him and all of his imperfections that no one ever got to see. He was uncaring, for this was a time in which he dared to be himself. When he allowed his mind and body to just let go, with only the skies and the surrounding snow-covered buildings as his witnesses.
Cheeks painted a delicate red from the cold of the day and the effort he was exerting, Hiroto allowed his deep chocolate eyes to close, focusing solely on the spiritual nature of his own movements. How else was he to miss the sudden presence of a certain canine?
Chiko had escaped his master's grasp when he had caught scent of the young guitarist that he knew all too well. His tail wagged and he charged for Hiroto's moving form, but before he could Saga jumped from wherever he had been and grabbed hold of Chiko's collar, pretty much doing a dive into the snow to accomplish such a task. "There you are you naughty dog. So much for letting you off the leash anymore."
As Saga stood up to clip a leash back onto the whining canine's collar. "Don't whine to me, mister. You got me covered completely in snow. Now I'm freezing." Before he could complain further, the young bassist looked up and finally caught sight of what--or who, rather--that Chiko had been pursuing. Fixing his sunglasses on his face, Saga tried to hide his surprise.
The way Hiroto's small body moved was entrancing. Saga was sure he had never seen him act like that onstage before. With the snow falling about his dancing body, he looked like an angel. It was a comparison that Saga had never found himself connecting before. Hiroto and angel never seemed to mix when they were in the studio or onstage, but here...he seemed more like it than anything else. Saga found he couldn't tear his eyes away, even with the snow melting on his clothes and soaking into his skin to chill him to the bone.
The bassist's grasp on the leash loosened unintentionally and Chiko took complete opportunity of it, dashing off and right at Hiroto before Saga managed to come out of his trance. "Chiko! Come back here!" He called, chasing his canine.
Hiroto had been oblivious to everything around him, so when a large amount of weight barreled into him, he was caught off guard, eyes shooting open as he fell backwards into the snow. His iPod was knocked from his grasp and into the snow, but he didn't notice because when he came to his senses he was looking up at a very proud-of-his-deed Chiko laying on his chest. "Chiko-chan?"
"I swear, you're not going for a walk for a week for this." Saga spoke up in mild agitation, grabbing his pet's leash and tugging him off of his bandmate. "Sorry, Hiroto-kun." Giving his bandmate an apologetic smile, Saga reached a hand down to him to help Hiroto up and out of the snow pile he was in.
Large eyes blinked almost comically as Hiroto tried to gather what was going on while he took Saga's hand and stood up, reminded of his iPod only when his headphones jerked off his head at the cord not being long enough from the ground to where they had rested. "It's alright." He spoke up regardless of his confusion, reaching down to pick up the electronic items from the ground. "What are you guys doing here, anyway?" It was the area surrounding the studio that had been abandoned for a day off that everyone had gratefully accepted.
Chiko wagged his tail as Saga pointed to him accusingly. "It was his fault." He said with a light sense of false-irritation coloring his voice. "I let him off the leash in the park and he just dashed off, which was odd for him. I guess he caught your smell and wanted to greet you."
Hiroto couldn't help but chuckle at the story, nodding in understanding even as his heart beat a little faster knowing that Saga had probably seen what he had just been doing. Had the bassist liked it if he had saw it? "He was just overeager. Nothing wrong with that." Smiling, he knelt down and petted the canine who was actually dressed in a small, grey sweater. It amused him how Saga must have got it in fear the old dog would get cold in the snow with his short fur, but it also melted his heart a little at just how much the taller man loved and cherished his dog.
"Overeager? Tell that to my legs who had to run all that distance after him." Saga joked, chuckling a little himself as he kept a firm hold on the leash now. "I almost had a heart attack when he crossed a busy street."
Hiroto didn't doubt that that was true. Saga was so attached to his dog that Hiroto was sure he'd die if anything happened to Chiko. "Well, at least he's alright now." He spoke up, smiling at the taller man as he petted Chiko a bit more before standing back up.
"Yeah, I guess." Saga replied, sighing a little as a small smile found its way onto his lips. "Anyway, we'll just be on our way. I'm sorry we bothered you." He apologized, ready to tug Chiko with him back to their apartment so he could dry off. However, Hiroto didn't want him to go.
"No, it's alright. I was about to head home anyway." That was a lie, but for some reason he couldn't believe that it was. Not when Saga took off his sunglasses and hooked them on his shirt collar before gazing at the younger man. "I...um, you guys can come over to my place if you want to." Those orbs were piercing into him, Hiroto was convinced. Reading his thoughts and his meaning behind his words. "I mean, it's been kind of a boring day with no one to hang out with."
Saga shook his head and smiled at Hiroto. "Nah, I'm going to have to pass. I need to get home and get some warm clothes on before I catch something." Even though it confused him, Saga couldn't help but feel a tug at his heartstrings when he noticed the small indications that Hiroto was disappointed in his words. "But...you can come over to my place if you want, instead. I bought some hot chocolate the other day that we could share."
Hiroto's heart nearly leapt for joy at Saga's offer and soon he was smiling and nodding enthusiastically, his boyish features alight with happiness. "Of course! I'd love to come over." It was nearly a delayed reply due to him being so excited.
Nodding, Saga found himself quite joyous at Hiroto seeming so eager to hang out with him at his home. Normally he would have wondered the reasoning behind it, but right now, he didn't care why. Just that it was as so.
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"What kind of hot chocolate do you want, Hiroto?" Saga asked through the bathroom door where Hiroto was changing. Saga himself had just finished changing into a warm pair of loose jeans and a shirt, and had given Hiroto some dry clothes to wear as well. "I have the white chocolate kind and the regular chocolate kind."
The answer to Saga's question was almost immediate. "White chocolate, please." Then when Saga's footsteps retreated after hearing the answer, Hiroto's mouth broke out into a wide smile. These clothes he was putting on smelled so much of Saga that it practically made him giddy and drunk on the scent. There was no mistaking the kind of washing detergent and dryer sheets the bassist used, for it was a feminine smell that coupled with the cologne and other natural scents that were purely Saga.
Of course the legs of the jeans would trail past his feet because Saga--although having about the same waist as the young guitarist did--had longer legs than he did due to height, but Hiroto couldn't care less. The shirt was also a little big on him, but he didn't mind. He liked it that way.
As he gathered his things up and casually left the bathroom to put the stuff in the laundry basket, Hiroto caught sight of the snow falling just outside of the windowpane. It was like someone was sprinkling powdered sugar over the city, bathing it in a serene silvery-white frozen liquid.
There was no mistaking how the sight instantly brought him from his high back down to a mellow tone. Maybe that was a trained effect the weather had on him, but it wasn't like it was a changeable thing.
"It's beautiful, hmm?" Saga asked, startling Hiroto out of his thoughts and nearly making him drop his wet clothes on the wooden floor. It made Saga chuckle a bit before he gazed out the window. "It makes you wonder how something so beautiful could kill so many things. Make others draw away from the world in hibernation." Hiroto looked at his companion for only a few moments before he was looking out the window right with him. The wet clothes didn't matter anymore. His attention was completely elsewhere. "Don't you think so?"
Slowly, Hiroto nodded his head, deep in thought. "The most beautiful things are usually the most deadly, though." He mused quietly, and however stunned hearing that made Saga, the bassist had to agree with a soft nod of his head.
"They say winter is an end to most things, but sometimes...I think it can be a beginning too." Hiroto's voice was quiet, thoughtful, and he turned to look at Saga. The bassist gazed back, any words he had wanted to say dying on his tongue as he saw the faraway look Hiroto held. As if he were looking not just at him, but into him as well.
Silence erupted within the apartment and gripped the two men wholeheartedly, neither of them wanting to break gazes. What was going through their minds, not even they knew, but suddenly the sound of the microwave going off forced them out of their trance-like states and without a word they were going back to what they had been doing. Saga wordlessly went to finish fixing the hot chocolate and Hiroto went to put his things in the laundry room. It was almost like nothing had even been said between them.
Minutes passed and soon the two were found sipping their warm drink at the kitchen table, seated in chairs across from each other with Chiko laying upon their feet, his sweater discarded now that they were inside.
Saga felt a little odd about the sudden silence between them, but Hiroto was quite comfortable with it. It suited his racing thoughts just fine. His eyes were drawn to his own cup and then over to Saga's, eyeing the different kind of hot chocolate that Saga held. For a moment curiosity popped to the surface, and his mouth worked faster than his brain. "Can I try your hot chocolate?"
A little surprised, Saga blinked as if not understanding the question, but soon nodded and scooted his cup across the table. "Sure."
Hiroto looked at the cup and then to Saga, setting his own cup aside. For a moment he did nothing, just staring, thinking. Then his mind compelled him to speak again. "I didn't mean from the cup." Before Saga had a chance to ask what he meant, Hiroto was standing and carefully leaning over the table to press a soft kiss to the older man's lips, effectively tasting the hot chocolate on the soft, plush skin.
To say that Saga was surprised would have been the understatement of the century. His eyes widened and he was found staring into Hiroto's own closed ones. The bassist's lips remained pliant, as his body tensed, but he didn't pull back. In some way, he even found he liked the sensation of the deep kiss.
After a mere minute, Hiroto's eyes opened and he pulled away, licking at his lips softly, with a delicate, small smile upon his face. "I should have gotten your kind. It tastes much better than my own." At the shocked look upon Saga's features, Hiroto felt his heartbeat speed up, and fear crept into his being. Nervousness tugged at his heart and he waited anxiously for Saga to say something. Anything.
Maybe it was the way he had seen him dancing earlier, or just merely the effect that winter had on people to make them want to be close to another for warmth, but Saga soon found himself getting up from his seat and walking over to Hiroto's side of the table, effectively making the younger man even more nervous. Without words, he reached out and caressed Hiroto's cheek, staring at the pouty lips that had just been pressed against his own. His thumb dragged along the expanse of the bottom one, and when he reached the corner where it met with the upper lip, he bent forward and kissed the plush softness delicately.
This time, Hiroto's eyes widened. Saga was returning the affection? He didn't have time to properly return the kiss before Saga was pulling away, staring him in the eyes gently. "You know what...?"
"W-What?" Hiroto asked shakily, fearing that Saga was only playing with him. Toying with his emotions like a cat with a wounded mouse.
Chuckling, Saga pressed a light kiss to Hiroto's temple, then his nose, and finally each of his cheeks. "I think you're right. I think winter can be a beginning for some things." With that, his lips descended upon Hiroto's again and this time, the younger man kissed back, eyes fluttering shut at the same moment Saga's did. They were sealing their unspoken union of becoming lovers, with only the snow falling just outside the kitchen window as their witness.
Author: Kavikalphawolf
Beta: None
Band/Pairing: Saga/Hiroto [alice nine.]
Prompt: [3] Winter Picture Prompt (For tragic_ennui)
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Do not own these guys.
Comment(s): I'm not as proud of this one as I could be because I don't think it flows right, but I couldn't find a way to change it. Please tell me if you have any suggestions on it. I'll be forever grateful. X3 Oh and I just want to thank the community mods for getting me off my lazy butt and actually writing a story every week with their awesome prompts.
Summary: "They say winter is an end to most things, but sometimes...I think it can be a beginning too."
Snow fell beautifully about the landscape--the first of the season--and blanketed the city in its cold stillness. Most people seemed to keep from it, by staying indoors near their fireplaces or their heaters, but Hiroto was just the opposite. You couldn't keep him indoors for two minutes now with the flakes falling delicately to the earth below. To him, there was cause for celebration.
His iPod headphones were in his ears and there was a bright smile on his lips as he danced alone in the winter snow. His body was thrumming with young and hot energy, a contrast to the weather of the day, while his heart sang out its true disposition of loving nature and all things that came with it.
All of his soul was in his dancing, baring his personality down to its core. There were no facades needed by him on a daily basis, nor was there any awkwardness he had come to experience often these days around his bandmates due to his growing affections for a certain bassist. There was simply him and all of his imperfections that no one ever got to see. He was uncaring, for this was a time in which he dared to be himself. When he allowed his mind and body to just let go, with only the skies and the surrounding snow-covered buildings as his witnesses.
Cheeks painted a delicate red from the cold of the day and the effort he was exerting, Hiroto allowed his deep chocolate eyes to close, focusing solely on the spiritual nature of his own movements. How else was he to miss the sudden presence of a certain canine?
Chiko had escaped his master's grasp when he had caught scent of the young guitarist that he knew all too well. His tail wagged and he charged for Hiroto's moving form, but before he could Saga jumped from wherever he had been and grabbed hold of Chiko's collar, pretty much doing a dive into the snow to accomplish such a task. "There you are you naughty dog. So much for letting you off the leash anymore."
As Saga stood up to clip a leash back onto the whining canine's collar. "Don't whine to me, mister. You got me covered completely in snow. Now I'm freezing." Before he could complain further, the young bassist looked up and finally caught sight of what--or who, rather--that Chiko had been pursuing. Fixing his sunglasses on his face, Saga tried to hide his surprise.
The way Hiroto's small body moved was entrancing. Saga was sure he had never seen him act like that onstage before. With the snow falling about his dancing body, he looked like an angel. It was a comparison that Saga had never found himself connecting before. Hiroto and angel never seemed to mix when they were in the studio or onstage, but here...he seemed more like it than anything else. Saga found he couldn't tear his eyes away, even with the snow melting on his clothes and soaking into his skin to chill him to the bone.
The bassist's grasp on the leash loosened unintentionally and Chiko took complete opportunity of it, dashing off and right at Hiroto before Saga managed to come out of his trance. "Chiko! Come back here!" He called, chasing his canine.
Hiroto had been oblivious to everything around him, so when a large amount of weight barreled into him, he was caught off guard, eyes shooting open as he fell backwards into the snow. His iPod was knocked from his grasp and into the snow, but he didn't notice because when he came to his senses he was looking up at a very proud-of-his-deed Chiko laying on his chest. "Chiko-chan?"
"I swear, you're not going for a walk for a week for this." Saga spoke up in mild agitation, grabbing his pet's leash and tugging him off of his bandmate. "Sorry, Hiroto-kun." Giving his bandmate an apologetic smile, Saga reached a hand down to him to help Hiroto up and out of the snow pile he was in.
Large eyes blinked almost comically as Hiroto tried to gather what was going on while he took Saga's hand and stood up, reminded of his iPod only when his headphones jerked off his head at the cord not being long enough from the ground to where they had rested. "It's alright." He spoke up regardless of his confusion, reaching down to pick up the electronic items from the ground. "What are you guys doing here, anyway?" It was the area surrounding the studio that had been abandoned for a day off that everyone had gratefully accepted.
Chiko wagged his tail as Saga pointed to him accusingly. "It was his fault." He said with a light sense of false-irritation coloring his voice. "I let him off the leash in the park and he just dashed off, which was odd for him. I guess he caught your smell and wanted to greet you."
Hiroto couldn't help but chuckle at the story, nodding in understanding even as his heart beat a little faster knowing that Saga had probably seen what he had just been doing. Had the bassist liked it if he had saw it? "He was just overeager. Nothing wrong with that." Smiling, he knelt down and petted the canine who was actually dressed in a small, grey sweater. It amused him how Saga must have got it in fear the old dog would get cold in the snow with his short fur, but it also melted his heart a little at just how much the taller man loved and cherished his dog.
"Overeager? Tell that to my legs who had to run all that distance after him." Saga joked, chuckling a little himself as he kept a firm hold on the leash now. "I almost had a heart attack when he crossed a busy street."
Hiroto didn't doubt that that was true. Saga was so attached to his dog that Hiroto was sure he'd die if anything happened to Chiko. "Well, at least he's alright now." He spoke up, smiling at the taller man as he petted Chiko a bit more before standing back up.
"Yeah, I guess." Saga replied, sighing a little as a small smile found its way onto his lips. "Anyway, we'll just be on our way. I'm sorry we bothered you." He apologized, ready to tug Chiko with him back to their apartment so he could dry off. However, Hiroto didn't want him to go.
"No, it's alright. I was about to head home anyway." That was a lie, but for some reason he couldn't believe that it was. Not when Saga took off his sunglasses and hooked them on his shirt collar before gazing at the younger man. "I...um, you guys can come over to my place if you want to." Those orbs were piercing into him, Hiroto was convinced. Reading his thoughts and his meaning behind his words. "I mean, it's been kind of a boring day with no one to hang out with."
Saga shook his head and smiled at Hiroto. "Nah, I'm going to have to pass. I need to get home and get some warm clothes on before I catch something." Even though it confused him, Saga couldn't help but feel a tug at his heartstrings when he noticed the small indications that Hiroto was disappointed in his words. "But...you can come over to my place if you want, instead. I bought some hot chocolate the other day that we could share."
Hiroto's heart nearly leapt for joy at Saga's offer and soon he was smiling and nodding enthusiastically, his boyish features alight with happiness. "Of course! I'd love to come over." It was nearly a delayed reply due to him being so excited.
Nodding, Saga found himself quite joyous at Hiroto seeming so eager to hang out with him at his home. Normally he would have wondered the reasoning behind it, but right now, he didn't care why. Just that it was as so.
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"What kind of hot chocolate do you want, Hiroto?" Saga asked through the bathroom door where Hiroto was changing. Saga himself had just finished changing into a warm pair of loose jeans and a shirt, and had given Hiroto some dry clothes to wear as well. "I have the white chocolate kind and the regular chocolate kind."
The answer to Saga's question was almost immediate. "White chocolate, please." Then when Saga's footsteps retreated after hearing the answer, Hiroto's mouth broke out into a wide smile. These clothes he was putting on smelled so much of Saga that it practically made him giddy and drunk on the scent. There was no mistaking the kind of washing detergent and dryer sheets the bassist used, for it was a feminine smell that coupled with the cologne and other natural scents that were purely Saga.
Of course the legs of the jeans would trail past his feet because Saga--although having about the same waist as the young guitarist did--had longer legs than he did due to height, but Hiroto couldn't care less. The shirt was also a little big on him, but he didn't mind. He liked it that way.
As he gathered his things up and casually left the bathroom to put the stuff in the laundry basket, Hiroto caught sight of the snow falling just outside of the windowpane. It was like someone was sprinkling powdered sugar over the city, bathing it in a serene silvery-white frozen liquid.
There was no mistaking how the sight instantly brought him from his high back down to a mellow tone. Maybe that was a trained effect the weather had on him, but it wasn't like it was a changeable thing.
"It's beautiful, hmm?" Saga asked, startling Hiroto out of his thoughts and nearly making him drop his wet clothes on the wooden floor. It made Saga chuckle a bit before he gazed out the window. "It makes you wonder how something so beautiful could kill so many things. Make others draw away from the world in hibernation." Hiroto looked at his companion for only a few moments before he was looking out the window right with him. The wet clothes didn't matter anymore. His attention was completely elsewhere. "Don't you think so?"
Slowly, Hiroto nodded his head, deep in thought. "The most beautiful things are usually the most deadly, though." He mused quietly, and however stunned hearing that made Saga, the bassist had to agree with a soft nod of his head.
"They say winter is an end to most things, but sometimes...I think it can be a beginning too." Hiroto's voice was quiet, thoughtful, and he turned to look at Saga. The bassist gazed back, any words he had wanted to say dying on his tongue as he saw the faraway look Hiroto held. As if he were looking not just at him, but into him as well.
Silence erupted within the apartment and gripped the two men wholeheartedly, neither of them wanting to break gazes. What was going through their minds, not even they knew, but suddenly the sound of the microwave going off forced them out of their trance-like states and without a word they were going back to what they had been doing. Saga wordlessly went to finish fixing the hot chocolate and Hiroto went to put his things in the laundry room. It was almost like nothing had even been said between them.
Minutes passed and soon the two were found sipping their warm drink at the kitchen table, seated in chairs across from each other with Chiko laying upon their feet, his sweater discarded now that they were inside.
Saga felt a little odd about the sudden silence between them, but Hiroto was quite comfortable with it. It suited his racing thoughts just fine. His eyes were drawn to his own cup and then over to Saga's, eyeing the different kind of hot chocolate that Saga held. For a moment curiosity popped to the surface, and his mouth worked faster than his brain. "Can I try your hot chocolate?"
A little surprised, Saga blinked as if not understanding the question, but soon nodded and scooted his cup across the table. "Sure."
Hiroto looked at the cup and then to Saga, setting his own cup aside. For a moment he did nothing, just staring, thinking. Then his mind compelled him to speak again. "I didn't mean from the cup." Before Saga had a chance to ask what he meant, Hiroto was standing and carefully leaning over the table to press a soft kiss to the older man's lips, effectively tasting the hot chocolate on the soft, plush skin.
To say that Saga was surprised would have been the understatement of the century. His eyes widened and he was found staring into Hiroto's own closed ones. The bassist's lips remained pliant, as his body tensed, but he didn't pull back. In some way, he even found he liked the sensation of the deep kiss.
After a mere minute, Hiroto's eyes opened and he pulled away, licking at his lips softly, with a delicate, small smile upon his face. "I should have gotten your kind. It tastes much better than my own." At the shocked look upon Saga's features, Hiroto felt his heartbeat speed up, and fear crept into his being. Nervousness tugged at his heart and he waited anxiously for Saga to say something. Anything.
Maybe it was the way he had seen him dancing earlier, or just merely the effect that winter had on people to make them want to be close to another for warmth, but Saga soon found himself getting up from his seat and walking over to Hiroto's side of the table, effectively making the younger man even more nervous. Without words, he reached out and caressed Hiroto's cheek, staring at the pouty lips that had just been pressed against his own. His thumb dragged along the expanse of the bottom one, and when he reached the corner where it met with the upper lip, he bent forward and kissed the plush softness delicately.
This time, Hiroto's eyes widened. Saga was returning the affection? He didn't have time to properly return the kiss before Saga was pulling away, staring him in the eyes gently. "You know what...?"
"W-What?" Hiroto asked shakily, fearing that Saga was only playing with him. Toying with his emotions like a cat with a wounded mouse.
Chuckling, Saga pressed a light kiss to Hiroto's temple, then his nose, and finally each of his cheeks. "I think you're right. I think winter can be a beginning for some things." With that, his lips descended upon Hiroto's again and this time, the younger man kissed back, eyes fluttering shut at the same moment Saga's did. They were sealing their unspoken union of becoming lovers, with only the snow falling just outside the kitchen window as their witness.