Wake - Chapter 8: I See You Now
Fandom: Alice Nine
Pairings: ToraxSaga
Genre: Angst, Crackish (at times), Drama, Romance, Suspense,
Rating: R
Warnings: Psychological Screwiness, a lot of it.
Summary: As the days fade, time marches onward. Or so it seems. Is this life real? Does it matter? Is anything real… or is it just a dream?
Disclaimer: I don’t claim to see the future, know much about psychology, or wish ill upon any person, living or dead. This is a work of pure fiction. I don’t own the people portrayed herein, I have no affiliation with the band or any of its members, nor do I have any rights to any copywrited material contained in this story.
He floated in and out of sleep feeling his awareness flutter just out of his reach for a maddening amount of time. He’d come close to waking so many times he’d lost count, knowing only because he could hear voices talking around him in lowered voices. The muffled sounds would eventually merge into a long low drone and he’d finally give up the struggle and sink back into unconsciousness.
A faint light appeared in front of his eyes, far off like it was down at the end of a tunnel, which seemed to draw him forward without any input from his own body in the matter. He knew the old superstition about not going into the light but in this case, try as he might, he didn’t seem to be able to avoid it. The blob of illumination grew slowly larger, finally enveloping him with soft warmth. It soothed away all his fears until he no longer cared if he was dying or not, only that the feeling didn’t leave.
After a time, he slowly came to realize sounds were coming back to his ears clearer than they had been before. The soft beeping was too familiar, the scrap of cloth against cloth and the stillness in the air letting him know he was again in a hospital. Rhythmic breathing off to his right said someone was sleeping nearby.
To his dismay the warmth that had filled his body slowly began to be replaced by a bone deep ache throughout his body, much worse than anything he had felt in his dreams. He heard a soft groan and realized it must have come from his mouth as the pain throbbed once and softened into a manageable cramping. He took a moment to make sure he wasn’t going to pass out from the pain, steeled himself for what he might see, and then opened his eyes.
His eyes took a while to adjust to the darkness around him enough for him to see he was in fact in a hospital bed again. He hadn’t realized it was probably night outside. He struggled to sit up for a moment before his hand accidentally bumped a button causing the bed to shudder and the back to raise him a fraction of an inch into a sitting position. He blinked in surprise before finding the button again and raising himself another few inches so he could see around the room without expending too much effort. He was already feeling worn and he had just woken up.
A glance around showed a very different room than the one he’d dreamed up. Calming paintings hung on the walls and the window curtains were drawn open to let in the moonlight from outside. He felt needles and suctions on his chest and arms without needing to look so he turned toward the breathing instead. There was a man sleeping in a chair next to him. It took him a moment to recognize the softly wavy hair and slender form curled into the small space but once he did, his heart soared.
“Saga.” He whispered softly, trying to speak past the lump that working it’s way into his throat at the sight of the other man seemingly alive and well. The bassist stirred, sifting a tiny bit in the uncomfortable looking chair before a deep sigh escaped his lips and he settled back into his sleep. “Saga.” Tora tried again, managing something louder than the thin whisper that had somehow worked it’s way out of him before. “Wake up sleepy.”
The other man stirred once more, eye lids cracking open the barest bit to reveal a line of shite interrupted by the deep brown which had been absent for most of his drem. For a moment, all Tora could see was the small sliver as the moonlight eliminated his eyes before they flew open completely and Saga bolted out of the chair with a strangled cry of, “Tora!” The next few minutes seemed to pass in a blur of gasps and choked sobs as the bassist flung himself at the other man, only remembering at the last second to be gentle with Tora’s aching body.
He felt himself get wrapped up in Saga’s embrace, felt a slight wetness on his shoulder where tears were soaking into the thin cloth of the hospital gown, and did his best to return the embrace without much luck. “Saga… please don’t cry.” Tora whispered as he tangled his fingers in the cloth of the other man’s shirt instead and held him close. It was a useless sentence since he was on the verge of tears himself but he wanted to calm the bassist before he let any cry of his own slip forth. “It’s ok Saga. I’m ok, please don’t cry.”
“You idiot…” Saga whimpered in return, holding the injured man closer as if he didn’t ever intend to let go again. “Telling me not to cry… they thought we were going to lose you… I was going to lose you…” Tora finally worked his arms free of the hold that pinned him and wrapped them around his lover, tangling one hand in his hair while the other traced soothing circles on his back. “You almost died Tora.” He buried his face in the bend of Saga’s neck and waited the tears out, inhaling the other man’s familiar scent.
They stayed that way for a long while, Saga crying weakly into Tora’s shoulder in a mixture of joy and stress. The tears slowed to a stop after a time and they pulled apart a few inches as Tora reached up to wipe away the fresh tears staining Saga’s pale face. He was saddened to see the telltale redness around the other man’s eyes that said he hadn’t been sleeping well recently on top of the bloodshot evidence of tears.
“I’m sorry.” Saga said when Tora’s hand dropped back down to his lap with a sigh. Tora stared at him in confusion, wondering what action had required apology before he remembered Saga hadn’t actually been in his dream. He didn’t know what Tora had come to realize while trapped in his own mind. “I should go get your doctor.” Saga mumbled, averting his gaze from Tora’s silent features and standing as if to leave. The guitarist didn’t release his hold on the other’s hand though.
“Don’t go Saga.” Tora said softly. His throat wouldn’t operate over a gravelly whisper right then but he was still going to have this conversation with Saga. It was important. He tugged feebly motioning to the edge of the bed when the bassist half turned back to see what he wanted. He sank back down onto the thin mattress in confusion, absently laying a hand on Tora’s leg as he did as if to comfort himself.
“I dreamed the whole time I was sleeping.” Tora began once the other was settled and waiting. “I dreamed about you and me, about what we had-”
“We can talk about this later.” Saga interrupted in a soft voice. His gaze fell to their still linked fingers as he spoke like he didn’t know if they should be that way or not. “I told you I’d give you time and I still will…”
Before he finished speaking Tora was already shaking his head no. He didn’t want to wait until later, until more damage could be done. “I dreamed our positions were reversed. You were in the coma and I was walking around with the others.” He closed his eyes, remembering the feeling of watching the bassist laid out on a bed covered in burns. “But you were still there Saga. I thought it was real for the longest time. I thought I was hallucinating you because I felt guilty, but it wasn’t real at all. The Saga that I dreamed about was the part of me that knows exactly how I feel about you. It was the part I was ignoring.”
“Tora-” Saga tried again, turning away from his gaze as he went to stand again. Tora grabbed his other hand to keep him seated and shook his head carefully, mindful of the spreading ache in his head.
“Please listen Saga.” Tora said quietly, before he could even utter another word. “It’s important.” Brown eyes considered him in silence for a long moment. Tora’s heart pounded in his chest as he thought he was going to leave anyway but Saga finally nodded and settled back onto the edge of the bed, squeezing Tora’s hand to get him to continue talking.
“I was ignoring that part because I was afraid of it Saga.” The guitarist said quietly. “I was afraid of what I was feeling because I wasn’t used to feeling it.” He struggled to sit up straighter as he reached up and ran his fingers down the smooth skin of the curve of Saga’s neck. “Is this real Saga?” He asked the other quietly.
His seemingly random question received a confused look before Saga nodded slowly. He didn’t quite know what Tora was saying yet but he seemed to be willing to go along with it for the time begin. “Yes Tora. This is as real as it gets.”
He grinned at the bemused look in Saga’s eyes as he closed the distance between them painfully slowly. “That’s good.” He replied. His hand slid around to thread it’s way through the other’s hair once more as Saga unconsciously leaned toward him as well. “It’s good that it’s real because I finally get to tell you face to face with nothing in between us… that I love you too Saga."
The bassist's eyes immediately filled with wonder as the impact of Tora's words caught on. "You could hear me talk to you?" He whispered desperately while a large smile made it's way across his lips. Tora only nodded and grinned in return.
"I love you with all my heart and I’m sorry I kept you waiting this long to hear the words.”
He paused inches from the other’s lips and waited gazing in the beautiful brown eyes he had missed so much when they’d been replaced by silver. A myriad of emotions passed through them, too many for Tora to see or recognize. And then to his surprise Saga chuckled softly, a gentle breathless sound that combined his lack of sleep and the tears he’d shed earlier.
“Idiot.” He said quietly as he cupped Tora’s face with both of his hands. “I already knew that. I’ve just been waiting for you to realize it.” Before Tora could even begin to think of a response, Saga closed the distance and kissed him. A simple chaste kiss which on the surface wasn’t at all life changing, but underneath held much more meaning than any words either of them could have spoken out loud.
Tora stared at him for a moment before he leaned forward and made contact once more, pulling Saga towards him for a proper kiss which his lover returned with vigor. He felt those arms circle him once more and allowed himself to lean into them, needing the contact as much as the support. They pulled apart breathless, limbs tangled in each other and the bed sheets that were still gathered around Tora’s legs. Saga grinned sheepishly as he’d done the first time they’d kissed and pulled back to climb off the bed, much more at ease now that he’d been reassured of Tora’s feelings.
“How long have I been here?” Tora asked content to keep a hold on his lover’s hand and save the real reunion for when they were home together again. “Tell me what’s going on.” His lover watched him in silence for a moment as if he was going to try to get the other man back to sleep before he sighed and nodded. He pulled his chair up closer to the bed and regained his seat, still allowing Tora to hold onto his fingers gently as he did.
“We got hit by some drunk. I assume you remember the crash?” Saga asked softly. Tora nodded so he continued speaking, laying his head on Tora’s knee absently as he did. The guitarist worked one of his hands free and tangled it in Saga’s hair instead, running his fingers through the soft brown as the bassist had done for him so many times before. “You’ve been in a coma for three weeks fighting off infections all along the way. Your heart stopped twice…”
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Tora shaded his eyes with his free hand as he and Saga exited the hospital a week later, hopefully for the last time, and slid into the car that awaited them on the side of the street. Hiroto hurried to make room for them in the back seat of the vehicle while Nao grinned at them from the front and Shou adjusted his mirrors slightly before turning and ginning back at them as well.
“Welcome back Tora.” The singer said enthusiastically as Hiroto nodded from the seat to his right. Nao glanced into the newly adjusted mirror to meet Tora’s eyes.
“Good to be out of there?” he asked as Shou restarted the car and pulled away from the large concrete building into the mid-day traffic.
“Defiantly.” Tora said with relief clear in his voice. He smiled over at Saga next to him as the bassist threaded his fingers into Tora’s carefully and leaned forward to glance out the front window of the car.
“So what are we going to do?” Hiroto asked, looking between the two of them as if he expected them to jump each other right here in the car. “Are we going to celebrate?” He had that same hopeful look on his face, he really wanted them all to go out, but Tora somehow resisted the urge to give into his sad eyes, shaking his head gently.
“We were hoping you guys could just take us home.” Tora said softly, not really caring which home they ended up at as long as it was soon. In the front seat, Shou grinned to himself and Nao glanced out the side window to avoid looking at the singer since he was already laughing to himself. “We can go out and celebrate tomorrow.” Shou just nodded since he was already headed in the direction of Saga’s apartment. Nao spoke up though, a small laughing note in his voice.
“Now Tora, the doctor said to avoid strenuous activity for a while.” The teasing nature of the warning was clear but Tora could hear clearly a note of genuine worry underneath it. “Don’t wear yourself out.”
“It’s not him who’s going to be wearing himself out.” Shou said under his breath, surprising a small laugh from Hiroto as Tora suppressed his own chuckle.
“Don’t you fret Nao.” Saga spoke up as if he hadn’t heard Shou’s words. “He won’t be doing any work at all.” The double meaning of the bassist’s words made him shiver slightly in anticipation of the night he knew was ahead. To make matters worse, the bassist leaned over towards him to say something, lips brushing his ear as they did so. “Say it again Tora.”
The guitarist knew exactly what he wanted to hear and briefly considered making the other man wait until they were alone. But his resolution crumbled the moment he looked over into those deep brown eyes. “I love you Saga.”
“And don’t you forget it.” The bassist replied before he leaned in and pulled Tora into a deep kiss despite their band mates’ presence in the vehicle.
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A.N: And here we are. The end of the tale, the last of the words, the final chapter in this thing I’ve been freaking out about for months. It’s… so cheesy… I’m sorry! >_< This story has changed drastically from my original planning (it was going to be a lot more cracky) but I’m generally happy with the way it came out. There’ll always be things I want to go back and change but for now I’m going to thank all of you for reading and encouraging me along the way and close the book on this one. Thank you who have read from the beginning, thank you who are just coming in on this chapter, and thank you everyone in between for reading and commenting and letting me know your thoughts. It means the world to me. ^.^
As for the what now question, I think I’m done with chaptered stories for a while but I’ll still be writing one-shots (I signed up for an A9 pairing at 50stories) and venturing back into other fandoms. I miss my Gackt/Hyde terribly. I’m going to work on my original writing for the most part though and I’ll probably post some of it here for anyone who wants to see it.
So that’s the plan everyone. Once again, thank you so much for reading to the end with me. I hope this final chapter was worth the wait.
<3
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THE END
Pairings: ToraxSaga
Genre: Angst, Crackish (at times), Drama, Romance, Suspense,
Rating: R
Warnings: Psychological Screwiness, a lot of it.
Summary: As the days fade, time marches onward. Or so it seems. Is this life real? Does it matter? Is anything real… or is it just a dream?
Disclaimer: I don’t claim to see the future, know much about psychology, or wish ill upon any person, living or dead. This is a work of pure fiction. I don’t own the people portrayed herein, I have no affiliation with the band or any of its members, nor do I have any rights to any copywrited material contained in this story.
He floated in and out of sleep feeling his awareness flutter just out of his reach for a maddening amount of time. He’d come close to waking so many times he’d lost count, knowing only because he could hear voices talking around him in lowered voices. The muffled sounds would eventually merge into a long low drone and he’d finally give up the struggle and sink back into unconsciousness.
A faint light appeared in front of his eyes, far off like it was down at the end of a tunnel, which seemed to draw him forward without any input from his own body in the matter. He knew the old superstition about not going into the light but in this case, try as he might, he didn’t seem to be able to avoid it. The blob of illumination grew slowly larger, finally enveloping him with soft warmth. It soothed away all his fears until he no longer cared if he was dying or not, only that the feeling didn’t leave.
After a time, he slowly came to realize sounds were coming back to his ears clearer than they had been before. The soft beeping was too familiar, the scrap of cloth against cloth and the stillness in the air letting him know he was again in a hospital. Rhythmic breathing off to his right said someone was sleeping nearby.
To his dismay the warmth that had filled his body slowly began to be replaced by a bone deep ache throughout his body, much worse than anything he had felt in his dreams. He heard a soft groan and realized it must have come from his mouth as the pain throbbed once and softened into a manageable cramping. He took a moment to make sure he wasn’t going to pass out from the pain, steeled himself for what he might see, and then opened his eyes.
His eyes took a while to adjust to the darkness around him enough for him to see he was in fact in a hospital bed again. He hadn’t realized it was probably night outside. He struggled to sit up for a moment before his hand accidentally bumped a button causing the bed to shudder and the back to raise him a fraction of an inch into a sitting position. He blinked in surprise before finding the button again and raising himself another few inches so he could see around the room without expending too much effort. He was already feeling worn and he had just woken up.
A glance around showed a very different room than the one he’d dreamed up. Calming paintings hung on the walls and the window curtains were drawn open to let in the moonlight from outside. He felt needles and suctions on his chest and arms without needing to look so he turned toward the breathing instead. There was a man sleeping in a chair next to him. It took him a moment to recognize the softly wavy hair and slender form curled into the small space but once he did, his heart soared.
“Saga.” He whispered softly, trying to speak past the lump that working it’s way into his throat at the sight of the other man seemingly alive and well. The bassist stirred, sifting a tiny bit in the uncomfortable looking chair before a deep sigh escaped his lips and he settled back into his sleep. “Saga.” Tora tried again, managing something louder than the thin whisper that had somehow worked it’s way out of him before. “Wake up sleepy.”
The other man stirred once more, eye lids cracking open the barest bit to reveal a line of shite interrupted by the deep brown which had been absent for most of his drem. For a moment, all Tora could see was the small sliver as the moonlight eliminated his eyes before they flew open completely and Saga bolted out of the chair with a strangled cry of, “Tora!” The next few minutes seemed to pass in a blur of gasps and choked sobs as the bassist flung himself at the other man, only remembering at the last second to be gentle with Tora’s aching body.
He felt himself get wrapped up in Saga’s embrace, felt a slight wetness on his shoulder where tears were soaking into the thin cloth of the hospital gown, and did his best to return the embrace without much luck. “Saga… please don’t cry.” Tora whispered as he tangled his fingers in the cloth of the other man’s shirt instead and held him close. It was a useless sentence since he was on the verge of tears himself but he wanted to calm the bassist before he let any cry of his own slip forth. “It’s ok Saga. I’m ok, please don’t cry.”
“You idiot…” Saga whimpered in return, holding the injured man closer as if he didn’t ever intend to let go again. “Telling me not to cry… they thought we were going to lose you… I was going to lose you…” Tora finally worked his arms free of the hold that pinned him and wrapped them around his lover, tangling one hand in his hair while the other traced soothing circles on his back. “You almost died Tora.” He buried his face in the bend of Saga’s neck and waited the tears out, inhaling the other man’s familiar scent.
They stayed that way for a long while, Saga crying weakly into Tora’s shoulder in a mixture of joy and stress. The tears slowed to a stop after a time and they pulled apart a few inches as Tora reached up to wipe away the fresh tears staining Saga’s pale face. He was saddened to see the telltale redness around the other man’s eyes that said he hadn’t been sleeping well recently on top of the bloodshot evidence of tears.
“I’m sorry.” Saga said when Tora’s hand dropped back down to his lap with a sigh. Tora stared at him in confusion, wondering what action had required apology before he remembered Saga hadn’t actually been in his dream. He didn’t know what Tora had come to realize while trapped in his own mind. “I should go get your doctor.” Saga mumbled, averting his gaze from Tora’s silent features and standing as if to leave. The guitarist didn’t release his hold on the other’s hand though.
“Don’t go Saga.” Tora said softly. His throat wouldn’t operate over a gravelly whisper right then but he was still going to have this conversation with Saga. It was important. He tugged feebly motioning to the edge of the bed when the bassist half turned back to see what he wanted. He sank back down onto the thin mattress in confusion, absently laying a hand on Tora’s leg as he did as if to comfort himself.
“I dreamed the whole time I was sleeping.” Tora began once the other was settled and waiting. “I dreamed about you and me, about what we had-”
“We can talk about this later.” Saga interrupted in a soft voice. His gaze fell to their still linked fingers as he spoke like he didn’t know if they should be that way or not. “I told you I’d give you time and I still will…”
Before he finished speaking Tora was already shaking his head no. He didn’t want to wait until later, until more damage could be done. “I dreamed our positions were reversed. You were in the coma and I was walking around with the others.” He closed his eyes, remembering the feeling of watching the bassist laid out on a bed covered in burns. “But you were still there Saga. I thought it was real for the longest time. I thought I was hallucinating you because I felt guilty, but it wasn’t real at all. The Saga that I dreamed about was the part of me that knows exactly how I feel about you. It was the part I was ignoring.”
“Tora-” Saga tried again, turning away from his gaze as he went to stand again. Tora grabbed his other hand to keep him seated and shook his head carefully, mindful of the spreading ache in his head.
“Please listen Saga.” Tora said quietly, before he could even utter another word. “It’s important.” Brown eyes considered him in silence for a long moment. Tora’s heart pounded in his chest as he thought he was going to leave anyway but Saga finally nodded and settled back onto the edge of the bed, squeezing Tora’s hand to get him to continue talking.
“I was ignoring that part because I was afraid of it Saga.” The guitarist said quietly. “I was afraid of what I was feeling because I wasn’t used to feeling it.” He struggled to sit up straighter as he reached up and ran his fingers down the smooth skin of the curve of Saga’s neck. “Is this real Saga?” He asked the other quietly.
His seemingly random question received a confused look before Saga nodded slowly. He didn’t quite know what Tora was saying yet but he seemed to be willing to go along with it for the time begin. “Yes Tora. This is as real as it gets.”
He grinned at the bemused look in Saga’s eyes as he closed the distance between them painfully slowly. “That’s good.” He replied. His hand slid around to thread it’s way through the other’s hair once more as Saga unconsciously leaned toward him as well. “It’s good that it’s real because I finally get to tell you face to face with nothing in between us… that I love you too Saga."
The bassist's eyes immediately filled with wonder as the impact of Tora's words caught on. "You could hear me talk to you?" He whispered desperately while a large smile made it's way across his lips. Tora only nodded and grinned in return.
"I love you with all my heart and I’m sorry I kept you waiting this long to hear the words.”
He paused inches from the other’s lips and waited gazing in the beautiful brown eyes he had missed so much when they’d been replaced by silver. A myriad of emotions passed through them, too many for Tora to see or recognize. And then to his surprise Saga chuckled softly, a gentle breathless sound that combined his lack of sleep and the tears he’d shed earlier.
“Idiot.” He said quietly as he cupped Tora’s face with both of his hands. “I already knew that. I’ve just been waiting for you to realize it.” Before Tora could even begin to think of a response, Saga closed the distance and kissed him. A simple chaste kiss which on the surface wasn’t at all life changing, but underneath held much more meaning than any words either of them could have spoken out loud.
Tora stared at him for a moment before he leaned forward and made contact once more, pulling Saga towards him for a proper kiss which his lover returned with vigor. He felt those arms circle him once more and allowed himself to lean into them, needing the contact as much as the support. They pulled apart breathless, limbs tangled in each other and the bed sheets that were still gathered around Tora’s legs. Saga grinned sheepishly as he’d done the first time they’d kissed and pulled back to climb off the bed, much more at ease now that he’d been reassured of Tora’s feelings.
“How long have I been here?” Tora asked content to keep a hold on his lover’s hand and save the real reunion for when they were home together again. “Tell me what’s going on.” His lover watched him in silence for a moment as if he was going to try to get the other man back to sleep before he sighed and nodded. He pulled his chair up closer to the bed and regained his seat, still allowing Tora to hold onto his fingers gently as he did.
“We got hit by some drunk. I assume you remember the crash?” Saga asked softly. Tora nodded so he continued speaking, laying his head on Tora’s knee absently as he did. The guitarist worked one of his hands free and tangled it in Saga’s hair instead, running his fingers through the soft brown as the bassist had done for him so many times before. “You’ve been in a coma for three weeks fighting off infections all along the way. Your heart stopped twice…”
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Tora shaded his eyes with his free hand as he and Saga exited the hospital a week later, hopefully for the last time, and slid into the car that awaited them on the side of the street. Hiroto hurried to make room for them in the back seat of the vehicle while Nao grinned at them from the front and Shou adjusted his mirrors slightly before turning and ginning back at them as well.
“Welcome back Tora.” The singer said enthusiastically as Hiroto nodded from the seat to his right. Nao glanced into the newly adjusted mirror to meet Tora’s eyes.
“Good to be out of there?” he asked as Shou restarted the car and pulled away from the large concrete building into the mid-day traffic.
“Defiantly.” Tora said with relief clear in his voice. He smiled over at Saga next to him as the bassist threaded his fingers into Tora’s carefully and leaned forward to glance out the front window of the car.
“So what are we going to do?” Hiroto asked, looking between the two of them as if he expected them to jump each other right here in the car. “Are we going to celebrate?” He had that same hopeful look on his face, he really wanted them all to go out, but Tora somehow resisted the urge to give into his sad eyes, shaking his head gently.
“We were hoping you guys could just take us home.” Tora said softly, not really caring which home they ended up at as long as it was soon. In the front seat, Shou grinned to himself and Nao glanced out the side window to avoid looking at the singer since he was already laughing to himself. “We can go out and celebrate tomorrow.” Shou just nodded since he was already headed in the direction of Saga’s apartment. Nao spoke up though, a small laughing note in his voice.
“Now Tora, the doctor said to avoid strenuous activity for a while.” The teasing nature of the warning was clear but Tora could hear clearly a note of genuine worry underneath it. “Don’t wear yourself out.”
“It’s not him who’s going to be wearing himself out.” Shou said under his breath, surprising a small laugh from Hiroto as Tora suppressed his own chuckle.
“Don’t you fret Nao.” Saga spoke up as if he hadn’t heard Shou’s words. “He won’t be doing any work at all.” The double meaning of the bassist’s words made him shiver slightly in anticipation of the night he knew was ahead. To make matters worse, the bassist leaned over towards him to say something, lips brushing his ear as they did so. “Say it again Tora.”
The guitarist knew exactly what he wanted to hear and briefly considered making the other man wait until they were alone. But his resolution crumbled the moment he looked over into those deep brown eyes. “I love you Saga.”
“And don’t you forget it.” The bassist replied before he leaned in and pulled Tora into a deep kiss despite their band mates’ presence in the vehicle.
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A.N: And here we are. The end of the tale, the last of the words, the final chapter in this thing I’ve been freaking out about for months. It’s… so cheesy… I’m sorry! >_< This story has changed drastically from my original planning (it was going to be a lot more cracky) but I’m generally happy with the way it came out. There’ll always be things I want to go back and change but for now I’m going to thank all of you for reading and encouraging me along the way and close the book on this one. Thank you who have read from the beginning, thank you who are just coming in on this chapter, and thank you everyone in between for reading and commenting and letting me know your thoughts. It means the world to me. ^.^
As for the what now question, I think I’m done with chaptered stories for a while but I’ll still be writing one-shots (I signed up for an A9 pairing at 50stories) and venturing back into other fandoms. I miss my Gackt/Hyde terribly. I’m going to work on my original writing for the most part though and I’ll probably post some of it here for anyone who wants to see it.
So that’s the plan everyone. Once again, thank you so much for reading to the end with me. I hope this final chapter was worth the wait.
<3
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THE END