Semantics - 1/1 - ToraxShou
Title: Semantics
Chapters: 1/1
Author: mxtrxofsomer
Genre: fluff?
Band(s): Alice Nine
Pairing: Tora x Shou
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the crazy idea
Warnings: nothing really
Synopsis: ”What are you doing ruining my masterpiece?”
Notes: dedicated to kage_no_kodoku because I love her, hah.
Seriously?
Shou’s eyebrows, perfectly trimmed for the photo-shoot that would start in the next fifteen minutes or so, were arched high and his eyes, covered by a pair of graded glasses, blinked rapidly at the words written on the sheet of white paper, clean and unwrinkled between his two fingers. He could go over it once more, just to make sure he had read it right, but Shou had already done that twice and the words didn’t disappear nor morphed into somewhat more acceptable phrases. They are insane, he only concluded, dropping the piece of paper on the glass table as if it was actually made of filth, the seemingly on-time breeze dragging it not too far away on the furniture’s surface.
Who asks such questions? Shou huffed, leaning back and letting his head hit the wall adjacent to the bench’s backrest, the impact of it, rattling his brain a little. A scene automatically played from somewhere deep in his mind, of a quiet morning not too different from this one, in the kitchen of his own apartment, with coffee and chocolate cupcakes on the table and a guitar resting on one of the chairs. Damn, Shou closed his eyes and shook his head, lightly smacking his cheeks with both his palms. Shou was certain that he was now pink in colour, he could feel his own warmth radiating off his pores and adding to the air that was dense with urgency.
“Shou-san,” a female voice, commanding and authoritative called, snapping Shou out of his own depressive thoughts. “What are you doing ruining my masterpiece?” the young lady dressed in black jacket, her long blonde hair tied in a high pony tail, was standing in front of Shou, both hands on hips, her head shaking, and eyes fierce, reminding Shou of his own mother whenever she found out that Shou had behaved mischievously.
“Oh, sorry Risa,” Shou immediately straightened up, smiling sheepishly at the annoyed woman. “Didn’t mean to.”
“We begin in a few,” tucking some strayed strands of hair behind her ear, Risa stressed out, glancing at her wristwatch. “So if you can’t do anything, then don’t do anything at all or else I’ll detain you.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Shou nodded quietly, not having the right motivation to argue with Risa. Giving the vocalist one last look of warning, the young woman then quickly took off, running to who knew where, leaving Shou again on his own. Everyone was busy like ants, except for the model himself, and waiting made things worst for Shou, because his insides was constantly tingling -there was definitely something warm slithering back and forth his throat, lungs and stomach. If he had endured it until this time, he could not stand being seated still, with the rate that his pulse was starting to pace. Why the hell did it have to be something like that?
The paper lay forgotten on the tabletop and Shou, much to his efforts to bypass it, sighed in defeat, then took it back, folding it four times so that it would fit inside his pants pocket. Who among your band mates makes you smile the most? And in an instant, the song was again playing inside Shou’s head, of melodies made out of clouds softly cruising on the vast sea of air, together with the noise of a car engine running on a wide empty road, the rush of the crimson river flowing cyclically inside Shou’s blood vessels, the streaming wild guitar notes live on stage, and Shou almost cried out because he could swear that he had felt the stage lights’ heat touch him.
It was the paper’s fault really, the smooth texture in his hand, and those dumb words written on it that he yet had to answer. Why the fuck? It shouldn’t matter actually, or even affect him that much, but clearly, Shou was as crazy as all of those people were and right now was a hard evidence of it, because Shou was hallucinating, and the tall, black-haired guitarist of Alice Nine was walking towards where he was currently sitting.
Shou was suddenly shaking, unable to breathe properly but his lips were stretched out on both corners and he realized then how much of a failure he was. The image before his eyes was lucid but Shou admittedly, had the same kind of vision occurring to him not just once before. Stupid nosey people, he grumbled, finally shoving the paper away and squeezing his eyelids shut. I am dreaming, yes, I am only dreaming he silently chanted, hoping that once he opens his eyes, his own insanity would dissolve in the solid pieces of the photo-shoot’s artificial backdrop.
“You left your phone, careless,” the all too familiar voice spoke, making Shou’s heart literally fall on the floor. “I brought you coffee,” he continued, then sat on the free space beside Shou, deliberately resting his weight on Shou’s left shoulder and arm.
Still in disbelief, Shou gradually opened his eyes, afraid that he was correct about himself being an appropriate candidate for a mental institution. His heart was thudding wildly against his chest, and he was getting paranoid of the thought that the other was feeling its loud vibrations, same as he was. “Thanks Tora,” Shou uttered, miraculously, without choking on the few syllables that to Shou, seemed longer than they actually were.
“Spare me next time,” Tora replied flatly, dropping Shou’s phone on the vocalist’s lap.
“Yeah, sure sorry,” Shou answered back, picking up the device, his hand, inexplicably trembling with the temperature of the other seeping into his skin.
“I was talking about your wallpaper,” Tora said in dead serious tone and sat up straight, snatching the phone back from Shou, with Shou merely dumbfounded and motionless at the guitarist’s sudden action. Tora flipped the gadget open, posed it high in the air, at the same time, pulling Shou closer, and click.
Shou was speechless, wide-eyed, and cursing at his inability to act or do anything even like projecting a good smile on the camera. He could only watch in pure silence and shock as Tora scrambled through his phone, frowning in absolute concentration.
“There,” Tora simply stated when he was done, handing the phone back to Shou. “Send that to me later.”
“W-what?” Shou stammered, not believing his own ears, and the phone nearly falling out of his grip. “You’re…”
“You’re being called upon, prince,” Tora said nonchalantly, motioning his head at the direction of the crowd of people starting to assemble at the photo-shoot’s main set.
“Oh, right,” Shou instantly stood up, chuckling awkwardly at his own clumsiness.
“The coffee will wait,” Tora said, smiling a little at him and taking the tall cup from the table to transfer on the now empty seat that Shou had just vacated.
Undeniably, Shou had known the answer from the very start, because he could not stop his own elation from spreading across his features, and now, he had no reason to do so. Tora was looking right at him, encouraging but with patience and quietly laughing to himself, Shou had decided at last. “In a moment,” he curtly replied as he waved, protectively clasping the device tighter in his hand.
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Endnote #I: I study linguistics but I hate explaining the concepts so just ignore them. There’s something between these two that compels me to write them in such an overly teeth-rotting cute way, so forgive me, for I know it’s too much. Ohgod, I fail at the relevance.
Endnote #II: koneko, I’m kinda sorry for this. I actually dunno how I should feel about it…
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Chapters: 1/1
Author: mxtrxofsomer
Genre: fluff?
Band(s): Alice Nine
Pairing: Tora x Shou
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the crazy idea
Warnings: nothing really
Synopsis: ”What are you doing ruining my masterpiece?”
Notes: dedicated to kage_no_kodoku because I love her, hah.
Seriously?
Shou’s eyebrows, perfectly trimmed for the photo-shoot that would start in the next fifteen minutes or so, were arched high and his eyes, covered by a pair of graded glasses, blinked rapidly at the words written on the sheet of white paper, clean and unwrinkled between his two fingers. He could go over it once more, just to make sure he had read it right, but Shou had already done that twice and the words didn’t disappear nor morphed into somewhat more acceptable phrases. They are insane, he only concluded, dropping the piece of paper on the glass table as if it was actually made of filth, the seemingly on-time breeze dragging it not too far away on the furniture’s surface.
Who asks such questions? Shou huffed, leaning back and letting his head hit the wall adjacent to the bench’s backrest, the impact of it, rattling his brain a little. A scene automatically played from somewhere deep in his mind, of a quiet morning not too different from this one, in the kitchen of his own apartment, with coffee and chocolate cupcakes on the table and a guitar resting on one of the chairs. Damn, Shou closed his eyes and shook his head, lightly smacking his cheeks with both his palms. Shou was certain that he was now pink in colour, he could feel his own warmth radiating off his pores and adding to the air that was dense with urgency.
“Shou-san,” a female voice, commanding and authoritative called, snapping Shou out of his own depressive thoughts. “What are you doing ruining my masterpiece?” the young lady dressed in black jacket, her long blonde hair tied in a high pony tail, was standing in front of Shou, both hands on hips, her head shaking, and eyes fierce, reminding Shou of his own mother whenever she found out that Shou had behaved mischievously.
“Oh, sorry Risa,” Shou immediately straightened up, smiling sheepishly at the annoyed woman. “Didn’t mean to.”
“We begin in a few,” tucking some strayed strands of hair behind her ear, Risa stressed out, glancing at her wristwatch. “So if you can’t do anything, then don’t do anything at all or else I’ll detain you.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Shou nodded quietly, not having the right motivation to argue with Risa. Giving the vocalist one last look of warning, the young woman then quickly took off, running to who knew where, leaving Shou again on his own. Everyone was busy like ants, except for the model himself, and waiting made things worst for Shou, because his insides was constantly tingling -there was definitely something warm slithering back and forth his throat, lungs and stomach. If he had endured it until this time, he could not stand being seated still, with the rate that his pulse was starting to pace. Why the hell did it have to be something like that?
The paper lay forgotten on the tabletop and Shou, much to his efforts to bypass it, sighed in defeat, then took it back, folding it four times so that it would fit inside his pants pocket. Who among your band mates makes you smile the most? And in an instant, the song was again playing inside Shou’s head, of melodies made out of clouds softly cruising on the vast sea of air, together with the noise of a car engine running on a wide empty road, the rush of the crimson river flowing cyclically inside Shou’s blood vessels, the streaming wild guitar notes live on stage, and Shou almost cried out because he could swear that he had felt the stage lights’ heat touch him.
It was the paper’s fault really, the smooth texture in his hand, and those dumb words written on it that he yet had to answer. Why the fuck? It shouldn’t matter actually, or even affect him that much, but clearly, Shou was as crazy as all of those people were and right now was a hard evidence of it, because Shou was hallucinating, and the tall, black-haired guitarist of Alice Nine was walking towards where he was currently sitting.
Shou was suddenly shaking, unable to breathe properly but his lips were stretched out on both corners and he realized then how much of a failure he was. The image before his eyes was lucid but Shou admittedly, had the same kind of vision occurring to him not just once before. Stupid nosey people, he grumbled, finally shoving the paper away and squeezing his eyelids shut. I am dreaming, yes, I am only dreaming he silently chanted, hoping that once he opens his eyes, his own insanity would dissolve in the solid pieces of the photo-shoot’s artificial backdrop.
“You left your phone, careless,” the all too familiar voice spoke, making Shou’s heart literally fall on the floor. “I brought you coffee,” he continued, then sat on the free space beside Shou, deliberately resting his weight on Shou’s left shoulder and arm.
Still in disbelief, Shou gradually opened his eyes, afraid that he was correct about himself being an appropriate candidate for a mental institution. His heart was thudding wildly against his chest, and he was getting paranoid of the thought that the other was feeling its loud vibrations, same as he was. “Thanks Tora,” Shou uttered, miraculously, without choking on the few syllables that to Shou, seemed longer than they actually were.
“Spare me next time,” Tora replied flatly, dropping Shou’s phone on the vocalist’s lap.
“Yeah, sure sorry,” Shou answered back, picking up the device, his hand, inexplicably trembling with the temperature of the other seeping into his skin.
“I was talking about your wallpaper,” Tora said in dead serious tone and sat up straight, snatching the phone back from Shou, with Shou merely dumbfounded and motionless at the guitarist’s sudden action. Tora flipped the gadget open, posed it high in the air, at the same time, pulling Shou closer, and click.
Shou was speechless, wide-eyed, and cursing at his inability to act or do anything even like projecting a good smile on the camera. He could only watch in pure silence and shock as Tora scrambled through his phone, frowning in absolute concentration.
“There,” Tora simply stated when he was done, handing the phone back to Shou. “Send that to me later.”
“W-what?” Shou stammered, not believing his own ears, and the phone nearly falling out of his grip. “You’re…”
“You’re being called upon, prince,” Tora said nonchalantly, motioning his head at the direction of the crowd of people starting to assemble at the photo-shoot’s main set.
“Oh, right,” Shou instantly stood up, chuckling awkwardly at his own clumsiness.
“The coffee will wait,” Tora said, smiling a little at him and taking the tall cup from the table to transfer on the now empty seat that Shou had just vacated.
Undeniably, Shou had known the answer from the very start, because he could not stop his own elation from spreading across his features, and now, he had no reason to do so. Tora was looking right at him, encouraging but with patience and quietly laughing to himself, Shou had decided at last. “In a moment,” he curtly replied as he waved, protectively clasping the device tighter in his hand.
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Endnote #I: I study linguistics but I hate explaining the concepts so just ignore them. There’s something between these two that compels me to write them in such an overly teeth-rotting cute way, so forgive me, for I know it’s too much. Ohgod, I fail at the relevance.
Endnote #II: koneko, I’m kinda sorry for this. I actually dunno how I should feel about it…
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