Thirty-three Minutes of Candy Carousel chapter 1/1 AoixShou
Title: Thirty-three Minutes of Candy Carousel
Chapters: 1/1
Author: mxtrxofsomer
Genre: fluff (maybe?), angst (yes?)
Band(s): the GazettE, Alice Nine
Pairing: Aoi x Shou
Rating: PG13
Warnings: randomness coming through
Synopsis: ”So now I’ll send you a song.”
Notes: happy birthday to SHOU (belated cus dorm internet sucks). i-We love love you so much~ always.
“You’re late.”
Shou could think of a few good words to throw back at the simple comment, yes, some very fine words he was pretty sure could bull’s eye the intended meaning to the intended person and maybe he’d feel a little better doing so -his brains hurt for the foolish reason of forgetting to set his alarm clock, so he had to scurry off to get himself here, it was an awful lot of effort really besides, his back had been itching since he left his apartment and he had no idea why, and it was more irritating now that the weather didn’t have the usual coldness anymore. He would have to question his luck, he was supposed to be, if not lucky then maybe privileged a bit but so far, aside from the pounding pain on the side of his head, he had earned a mild scrape on his shoulder from hitting himself on the doorframe on the way in and a nice greeting which only made him grit his teeth at this early morning.
“Huh, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled irritably, feeling too lazy to aggravate his nerves further. He stepped forward, ignoring the pair of intent eyes casted on him and settled his own sight to scan the floor over. The café was small, built two to three years ago by a friend Shou had met through another friend. The design of the interior was contemporary, mismatched cushioned chairs and colourful glass tables, the lights were even more colourful with wild mixes of texture and hues -purple, blue, pink, yellow, red, and sometimes it could get hard for anyone to see clearly but relatively, the place stayed small and the floor remained covered with mint green tiles.
“The other side at the far end.”
Turning back impatiently, he was met by the same pair of eyes, stylishly blue-violet from the contacts, staring at him warily, and he was forced to bite his tongue and keep it on hold. He exhaled once, calming himself, then nodded at his direction, taking note of another piercing added below his bottom lip. It had been a disadvantage on his part, Shou had to admit it for many times, to almost own something that wasn’t his in the first place but there was something likeable there, there was and yeah, it made his life simpler than he could ever analyze. “Thanks Ryuji,” he decided to give up because he felt extremely sick.
“Always,” the other replied as if nothing about them had gone wrong and walked off opposite Shou, pencil and notepad poised ready as he approached a table close.
Not intending to watch the attendant work while he stood dumbly like out of place, Shou shrugged, shook his head, and walked towards the inner part of the café, to where Ryuji had pointed him to, taking better control over his breathing with every step. “Dakara ima uta o okurou*,” he kept on chanting at least more than three times as he could recall, like it could make the rush of his blood go slower than how he could feel his heart beating at the side of his neck.
And there he was, Shou had to pause at an awkward spot, blocking a main path, to make sure and swallow his unease. He was sitting at the corner table, head bent over a glossy page, dark sunglasses on his eyes, loose strands of his straight black hair hanging gracefully to cover a part of his features and their tips almost touching the leaf of whatever material he was reading, lips carved slightly in a barely visible smile. Left fingers were rhythmically tapping the surface of the glass table as the others from the other hand flicked dead embers on a ceramic saucer. A single drag, and he looked relaxed, far from Shou’s fears but he also knew that patience could not be fooled by what was seen; he was one to had had learned that.
It wasn’t what he was truly scared of though, it would be nothing, because ever since, he had been kind and gentle and the display of attitude was an illustration of his genuine self as much as how a caring being he was. It would be all Shou’s fault, he should be guilty about it, for being ignorant of what was offered thoughtfully.
“Dakara ima uta o okurou*,” from his mind, he cheered one last time and strode with light footfalls, then slid on a chair opposite him as soundlessly as possible as if the air was a thin piece of glass that'd break if not cautious. He wasn’t granted the attention, like what he had expected and he wished that the expensive sunglasses would be removed from his eyes for he was far more beautiful without it. Shou, staring at him as he ignored his presence, could feel his whole lifetime ticking away with every second of silence, that his heart would really stop palpitating then he’d die.
“I’m sorr- ”
“Thirty minutes,” he cut, finally leaving the shiny paper to look straight at Shou. He still had his shades on and Shou still hoped that he would take it off that same instant but he didn’t. He then pressed the half-unfinished stick on the ash tray and shoved the combined items aside.
“That’s it,” Shou bravely reasoned out, forming fists as his lips started to tremble a little. “I’m sorry.”
“Of course I know,” he said nonchalantly, softly shuffling the table magazine close, some of its pages lithely dancing before falling on top of each other.
“Then why, with all these and all those times, do I still have to see you here?” suddenly enraged, Shou grumbled out, louder than how he would have wanted his voice to echo. “Aren’t you getting tired?”
For the next seconds, the air was solemn, scattered with low vibrating electricity that were circling their heads round and round and round. “I’m through with this conversation,” as if finding the right tone, he plainly answered, crossing his arms and standing up from his seat.
“Aoi-kun,” Shou tried to object, No, this wasn’t happening to them. “Please don’t.”
Aoi wasn’t even listening and he only took out his wallet, pulling a closed yellow envelope then firmly stamping it on the table in front of Shou. Shou blinked, not from the solid impact of his hand on the table but from how it looked painful on the other’s palm, only, he couldn’t collect it to examine. Aoi was quivering mad and so was Shou but he was stuck immobile as rock, mesmerized by how he could get smashed into pieces in mere brief moments. Aoi had stormed off then without another word, Shou didn’t even care to realize, but now he felt so weak to the knees that he was again a five-year-old child who was about to cry from being deserted.
Attempting to placate himself, Shou placed his hand on top of the envelope, the paper it had been made from was thin, and he could trace out some harder pieces inside. Curious, he lifted it up, setting it closer under the light and he was able to read the words air and Oki with their huge bold kanjis. His heart did stop beating, and he was really like a child, left with candy but lost within a crowd of strangers. What was he supposed to do?
Maybe there was something else, maybe there was. So, clutching the envelope tight in his grip, he got off from his seat and started running. Right, he would run after him even if he’d end up somewhere on the map undiscovered. It was silly, if he would think it, so surely Aoi should see it too. Everything was at a lost, everything was in chaos but they needn’t be; he didn’t want to return and he didn’t have to, but he also had the choice to not be lost with strangers. It was all so stupid, he had asked the same questions every single time but if he wanted him answered, he simply didn’t have to come.
“Shou.”
His ears were like sharp sensors then, too sensitive to not pick out very distinct attributes and he stopped running, and the world stopped revolving together with him. He was standing outside the café, Aoi was there, elegantly leaning on his car, his gaze on him, and Shou could sense the rising temperature making his back itch uncontrollably. Shou’s chest was swelling and somewhat painfully full that he couldn’t breathe and he was thinking of the possibility that anytime, it would explode. “Aoi-kun,” he panted, the now crumpled envelope and the cloth of his shirt both held possessively in between his fingers. “I…”
“I’m sorry,” the elder poured the words on Shou’s lips just before he could have the chance utter them. “I shouldn’t have.”
Every load that weighted Shou was then melting, dissolving, including himself, and water was beginning obstruct his air tracts but he found himself able to laugh, for he was feathery, floating, and he couldn’t mind embarrassment burning on his cheeks because Aoi was watching keenly and his lips were stretched out, directed only at him; Shou always loved them like that and he could last with it for whole eternity.
But, must all things strictly require curfew on themselves, as the tiny machine inside his pocket sang its favourite tune, the subtle movement Shou had always adored about it, abruptly becoming meaningless and too exasperating to handle.
“You’ve been missed,” naturally, Aoi had seen. “I’ll drive you to the studio,” he affixed, proposing to quieten the loss of Shou’s enthusiasm, although this time, they couldn’t catch hands.
We, us. Shou was flushed marching towards the car but he kept it to himself, they were bound to get it again a couple times more, so long as they still rode together.
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Endnotes: don’t ask me. I don’t know.
*So now I’ll send you a song. -lyrics from the beautiful name
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Chapters: 1/1
Author: mxtrxofsomer
Genre: fluff (maybe?), angst (yes?)
Band(s): the GazettE, Alice Nine
Pairing: Aoi x Shou
Rating: PG13
Warnings: randomness coming through
Synopsis: ”So now I’ll send you a song.”
Notes: happy birthday to SHOU (belated cus dorm internet sucks). i-We love love you so much~ always.
“You’re late.”
Shou could think of a few good words to throw back at the simple comment, yes, some very fine words he was pretty sure could bull’s eye the intended meaning to the intended person and maybe he’d feel a little better doing so -his brains hurt for the foolish reason of forgetting to set his alarm clock, so he had to scurry off to get himself here, it was an awful lot of effort really besides, his back had been itching since he left his apartment and he had no idea why, and it was more irritating now that the weather didn’t have the usual coldness anymore. He would have to question his luck, he was supposed to be, if not lucky then maybe privileged a bit but so far, aside from the pounding pain on the side of his head, he had earned a mild scrape on his shoulder from hitting himself on the doorframe on the way in and a nice greeting which only made him grit his teeth at this early morning.
“Huh, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled irritably, feeling too lazy to aggravate his nerves further. He stepped forward, ignoring the pair of intent eyes casted on him and settled his own sight to scan the floor over. The café was small, built two to three years ago by a friend Shou had met through another friend. The design of the interior was contemporary, mismatched cushioned chairs and colourful glass tables, the lights were even more colourful with wild mixes of texture and hues -purple, blue, pink, yellow, red, and sometimes it could get hard for anyone to see clearly but relatively, the place stayed small and the floor remained covered with mint green tiles.
“The other side at the far end.”
Turning back impatiently, he was met by the same pair of eyes, stylishly blue-violet from the contacts, staring at him warily, and he was forced to bite his tongue and keep it on hold. He exhaled once, calming himself, then nodded at his direction, taking note of another piercing added below his bottom lip. It had been a disadvantage on his part, Shou had to admit it for many times, to almost own something that wasn’t his in the first place but there was something likeable there, there was and yeah, it made his life simpler than he could ever analyze. “Thanks Ryuji,” he decided to give up because he felt extremely sick.
“Always,” the other replied as if nothing about them had gone wrong and walked off opposite Shou, pencil and notepad poised ready as he approached a table close.
Not intending to watch the attendant work while he stood dumbly like out of place, Shou shrugged, shook his head, and walked towards the inner part of the café, to where Ryuji had pointed him to, taking better control over his breathing with every step. “Dakara ima uta o okurou*,” he kept on chanting at least more than three times as he could recall, like it could make the rush of his blood go slower than how he could feel his heart beating at the side of his neck.
And there he was, Shou had to pause at an awkward spot, blocking a main path, to make sure and swallow his unease. He was sitting at the corner table, head bent over a glossy page, dark sunglasses on his eyes, loose strands of his straight black hair hanging gracefully to cover a part of his features and their tips almost touching the leaf of whatever material he was reading, lips carved slightly in a barely visible smile. Left fingers were rhythmically tapping the surface of the glass table as the others from the other hand flicked dead embers on a ceramic saucer. A single drag, and he looked relaxed, far from Shou’s fears but he also knew that patience could not be fooled by what was seen; he was one to had had learned that.
It wasn’t what he was truly scared of though, it would be nothing, because ever since, he had been kind and gentle and the display of attitude was an illustration of his genuine self as much as how a caring being he was. It would be all Shou’s fault, he should be guilty about it, for being ignorant of what was offered thoughtfully.
“Dakara ima uta o okurou*,” from his mind, he cheered one last time and strode with light footfalls, then slid on a chair opposite him as soundlessly as possible as if the air was a thin piece of glass that'd break if not cautious. He wasn’t granted the attention, like what he had expected and he wished that the expensive sunglasses would be removed from his eyes for he was far more beautiful without it. Shou, staring at him as he ignored his presence, could feel his whole lifetime ticking away with every second of silence, that his heart would really stop palpitating then he’d die.
“I’m sorr- ”
“Thirty minutes,” he cut, finally leaving the shiny paper to look straight at Shou. He still had his shades on and Shou still hoped that he would take it off that same instant but he didn’t. He then pressed the half-unfinished stick on the ash tray and shoved the combined items aside.
“That’s it,” Shou bravely reasoned out, forming fists as his lips started to tremble a little. “I’m sorry.”
“Of course I know,” he said nonchalantly, softly shuffling the table magazine close, some of its pages lithely dancing before falling on top of each other.
“Then why, with all these and all those times, do I still have to see you here?” suddenly enraged, Shou grumbled out, louder than how he would have wanted his voice to echo. “Aren’t you getting tired?”
For the next seconds, the air was solemn, scattered with low vibrating electricity that were circling their heads round and round and round. “I’m through with this conversation,” as if finding the right tone, he plainly answered, crossing his arms and standing up from his seat.
“Aoi-kun,” Shou tried to object, No, this wasn’t happening to them. “Please don’t.”
Aoi wasn’t even listening and he only took out his wallet, pulling a closed yellow envelope then firmly stamping it on the table in front of Shou. Shou blinked, not from the solid impact of his hand on the table but from how it looked painful on the other’s palm, only, he couldn’t collect it to examine. Aoi was quivering mad and so was Shou but he was stuck immobile as rock, mesmerized by how he could get smashed into pieces in mere brief moments. Aoi had stormed off then without another word, Shou didn’t even care to realize, but now he felt so weak to the knees that he was again a five-year-old child who was about to cry from being deserted.
Attempting to placate himself, Shou placed his hand on top of the envelope, the paper it had been made from was thin, and he could trace out some harder pieces inside. Curious, he lifted it up, setting it closer under the light and he was able to read the words air and Oki with their huge bold kanjis. His heart did stop beating, and he was really like a child, left with candy but lost within a crowd of strangers. What was he supposed to do?
Maybe there was something else, maybe there was. So, clutching the envelope tight in his grip, he got off from his seat and started running. Right, he would run after him even if he’d end up somewhere on the map undiscovered. It was silly, if he would think it, so surely Aoi should see it too. Everything was at a lost, everything was in chaos but they needn’t be; he didn’t want to return and he didn’t have to, but he also had the choice to not be lost with strangers. It was all so stupid, he had asked the same questions every single time but if he wanted him answered, he simply didn’t have to come.
“Shou.”
His ears were like sharp sensors then, too sensitive to not pick out very distinct attributes and he stopped running, and the world stopped revolving together with him. He was standing outside the café, Aoi was there, elegantly leaning on his car, his gaze on him, and Shou could sense the rising temperature making his back itch uncontrollably. Shou’s chest was swelling and somewhat painfully full that he couldn’t breathe and he was thinking of the possibility that anytime, it would explode. “Aoi-kun,” he panted, the now crumpled envelope and the cloth of his shirt both held possessively in between his fingers. “I…”
“I’m sorry,” the elder poured the words on Shou’s lips just before he could have the chance utter them. “I shouldn’t have.”
Every load that weighted Shou was then melting, dissolving, including himself, and water was beginning obstruct his air tracts but he found himself able to laugh, for he was feathery, floating, and he couldn’t mind embarrassment burning on his cheeks because Aoi was watching keenly and his lips were stretched out, directed only at him; Shou always loved them like that and he could last with it for whole eternity.
But, must all things strictly require curfew on themselves, as the tiny machine inside his pocket sang its favourite tune, the subtle movement Shou had always adored about it, abruptly becoming meaningless and too exasperating to handle.
“You’ve been missed,” naturally, Aoi had seen. “I’ll drive you to the studio,” he affixed, proposing to quieten the loss of Shou’s enthusiasm, although this time, they couldn’t catch hands.
We, us. Shou was flushed marching towards the car but he kept it to himself, they were bound to get it again a couple times more, so long as they still rode together.
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Endnotes: don’t ask me. I don’t know.
*So now I’ll send you a song. -lyrics from the beautiful name
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