TIMELY THIRTEEN: KAT8CHA FOR
Title: It's Not A Match Made In Heaven
Author: kat8cha
Recipient: shining_chaos
Rating: PG
Pairing: Saeki/Chitose
Disclaimer: It's not mine. Not even if I had a million dollars.
Word count: 1,125 words.
Summary: Somehow they make it work. They're not perfect, but they're similar.
A/N: I know you said you weren't a fan of later teams, but the only NON nationals team pairing I had was Niou/Fuji... and I wasn't feeling it. DOESN'T WORRY. YOU DON'T NEED ANY CONTEXT FOR THIS.
It starts with a beat.
A drum beat of course. Saeki sings low and soft and sweet to a crowd of adoring girls. Sweat dangles from his bleached white bangs and falls to the stage to the pounding rhythm of the drums.
Chitose's drums.
On his own Saeki's just a sweet face and a nice voice, an all around okay guy with a sexy smile. But add in his guitarist, the bass, the backup dancers, and of course Chitose…
And he's a rock star.
It wasn't an easy route, though some might say that the life of a pop musician is easy. Saeki got scouted for modeling when he was a teen, was part of an agency, smiled and modeled school uniforms, teen clothes, did a drama or two… but never anything tough, never anything that tested him. He was dropped from the agency when he started to look 'too adult' for what they were selling. A lot of up-and-comers who get dropped go the wrong way, the wrong route.
There are a lot of familiar faces in gay porn, if you get Saeki's drift.
Saeki might have gone that way too, if it hadn't been for this one drummer at the coffee house on live night.
"You with someone?" Chitose had asked, in that odd clairvoyant way he had. Saeki didn't know it yet, but Chitose almost always knew when something was up. Not little things but he could always sense the big changes. Like when there'd been a death, or someone had just aced a test, or got a puppy or something. And it wasn't like the stuff was OBVIOUS…
Though sometimes it was.
But Chitose always knew the right questions to ask to make sure it didn't hurt.
"Uh." Saeki looked up from his cup of coffee (house blend, small, cheapest thing on the big green board covered in chalk names and stickers) and up and up and up until he met the eyes of the skinniest, tallest, most rake-like man Saeki had ever met. "…no."
"Cool." Chitose slid into the seat across from Saeki at the dinky little table under the swaying coffee house light. "My singer just quit, are you interested?"
"…I'm not a singer." Saeki said and looked down at his coffee.
"That's alright, neither was he." The chair clattered slightly across the floor when Chitose stood up again and pushed it back. "It'll work out." And then Chitose had placed his hand on Saeki's shoulder.
The reason you're not supposed to take someone's heart beat with your thumb is because your thumb carries a beat all its own. Chitose's thumb pressed against the side of Saeki's neck.
It started with a beat. A heartbeat. Chitose's heart.
Saeki swallowed down the coffee and followed Chitose to the corner where the band was preparing. It didn't matter that he had no music to follow, and the band had never practiced with him before.
They all followed the beat of Chitose's drum.
And Saeki, his heart.
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There were times like called to like. Even across great distances, like would call to like and bring the two likes together to make love. Then grand ballads would spring up, epic poems, puppet plays… stories. Just about everything two non-star crossed lovers could ask for.
There were times like called to like.
This was not one of those times.
Saeki sheathed his sword and stared confounded at the soothsayer. "…you're telling me the princess I am meant to rescue won't be here for another five years?"
The prophet nodded once, and then he shrugged. "Who gave you your information? Because currently this is the Tower of the Sparkling Prophet, it won't be the Boyish Princess' Confinement Tower for another four years, and even then Miyuki won't move in for another year after that." The prophet untangled long legs from their crossed position and stood up. Saeki felt a little foolish standing there in full battle armor while this man was dressed in a loose fitting shirt and cloth breeches. The clothes fell off the skinny frame of the prophet.
He was probably one of those mystics who forgot to eat.
"Ojii's never wrong." Saeki shook his head. Ojii was the greatest prophet of his age, and his long life meant that he could bring his brilliances to the generations that followed his own. Saeki's grandfather had followed Ojii's advice, and Saeki's father, and now Saeki himself. "He said I was to come to this tower…"
Saeki thought back on Ojii's words. Ojii HAD mentioned a princess but it had been a little unclear as to whether Saeki was supposed to rescue said princess or not. Saeki had assumed… then again he had also assumed that Ojii would pick him to be Captain of the knight's squad, and not chose Aoi who had only been a squire.
Ojii could be a little weird at times and he was certainly unpredictable but everything seemed to work out in the end.
"Well, maybe you were just supposed to find out that your princess wasn't here yet." The prophet stretched, the loose fitting sleeves of his shirt fell back to expose long skinny but still muscled arms. "Though I have to tell you, I know for a fact Miyuki gets rescued by a Prince from Seigaku, who she thinks is a thief at first."
"Seigaku has good princes." Saeki idly wondered what prince would rescue the 'boyish princess'. "I'm Saeki Kojirou, second knight of Rokkaku." Saeki held out one gauntleted hand, the heavy chain mail jangled tinnily against the metal covering.
"Chitose Senri." Chitose clasped Saeki's hand with his, and motioned to his face with the other hand. "The half blind sparkling prophet."
Saeki flashed the smile that most people called 'sexy' and Fuji had one told him 'sparkled'. Maybe they could have a sparkly competition. "You don't seem to sparkle to me, Chitose."
"Well I'm not telling your fortune." Chitose let go of Saeki's hand. "Do you want me to?"
"Why not."
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They're not a good match in bed. Saeki knows this. Chitose knows this. They just don't mesh as well as they should.
Chitose is too tall. Saeki gets cold feet. Saeki likes to sleep on his back, Chitose likes to spoon. Saeki's mattress is so hard it makes Chitose's bones ache, Chitose's mattress is so soft it makes Saeki feel like he is being eaten alive. Their teams get along well enough. Shitenhouji aren't beach boys, but they're pretty relaxed (hippies, Saeki is pretty sure they could be called). Rokkaku isn't really nuts about health food and the environment, but they do plenty of volunteer work around the community.
It's not an easy trip between the two, and it's not cheap.
They make it work.
Author: kat8cha
Recipient: shining_chaos
Rating: PG
Pairing: Saeki/Chitose
Disclaimer: It's not mine. Not even if I had a million dollars.
Word count: 1,125 words.
Summary: Somehow they make it work. They're not perfect, but they're similar.
A/N: I know you said you weren't a fan of later teams, but the only NON nationals team pairing I had was Niou/Fuji... and I wasn't feeling it. DOESN'T WORRY. YOU DON'T NEED ANY CONTEXT FOR THIS.
It starts with a beat.
A drum beat of course. Saeki sings low and soft and sweet to a crowd of adoring girls. Sweat dangles from his bleached white bangs and falls to the stage to the pounding rhythm of the drums.
Chitose's drums.
On his own Saeki's just a sweet face and a nice voice, an all around okay guy with a sexy smile. But add in his guitarist, the bass, the backup dancers, and of course Chitose…
And he's a rock star.
It wasn't an easy route, though some might say that the life of a pop musician is easy. Saeki got scouted for modeling when he was a teen, was part of an agency, smiled and modeled school uniforms, teen clothes, did a drama or two… but never anything tough, never anything that tested him. He was dropped from the agency when he started to look 'too adult' for what they were selling. A lot of up-and-comers who get dropped go the wrong way, the wrong route.
There are a lot of familiar faces in gay porn, if you get Saeki's drift.
Saeki might have gone that way too, if it hadn't been for this one drummer at the coffee house on live night.
"You with someone?" Chitose had asked, in that odd clairvoyant way he had. Saeki didn't know it yet, but Chitose almost always knew when something was up. Not little things but he could always sense the big changes. Like when there'd been a death, or someone had just aced a test, or got a puppy or something. And it wasn't like the stuff was OBVIOUS…
Though sometimes it was.
But Chitose always knew the right questions to ask to make sure it didn't hurt.
"Uh." Saeki looked up from his cup of coffee (house blend, small, cheapest thing on the big green board covered in chalk names and stickers) and up and up and up until he met the eyes of the skinniest, tallest, most rake-like man Saeki had ever met. "…no."
"Cool." Chitose slid into the seat across from Saeki at the dinky little table under the swaying coffee house light. "My singer just quit, are you interested?"
"…I'm not a singer." Saeki said and looked down at his coffee.
"That's alright, neither was he." The chair clattered slightly across the floor when Chitose stood up again and pushed it back. "It'll work out." And then Chitose had placed his hand on Saeki's shoulder.
The reason you're not supposed to take someone's heart beat with your thumb is because your thumb carries a beat all its own. Chitose's thumb pressed against the side of Saeki's neck.
It started with a beat. A heartbeat. Chitose's heart.
Saeki swallowed down the coffee and followed Chitose to the corner where the band was preparing. It didn't matter that he had no music to follow, and the band had never practiced with him before.
They all followed the beat of Chitose's drum.
And Saeki, his heart.
******************************************************
There were times like called to like. Even across great distances, like would call to like and bring the two likes together to make love. Then grand ballads would spring up, epic poems, puppet plays… stories. Just about everything two non-star crossed lovers could ask for.
There were times like called to like.
This was not one of those times.
Saeki sheathed his sword and stared confounded at the soothsayer. "…you're telling me the princess I am meant to rescue won't be here for another five years?"
The prophet nodded once, and then he shrugged. "Who gave you your information? Because currently this is the Tower of the Sparkling Prophet, it won't be the Boyish Princess' Confinement Tower for another four years, and even then Miyuki won't move in for another year after that." The prophet untangled long legs from their crossed position and stood up. Saeki felt a little foolish standing there in full battle armor while this man was dressed in a loose fitting shirt and cloth breeches. The clothes fell off the skinny frame of the prophet.
He was probably one of those mystics who forgot to eat.
"Ojii's never wrong." Saeki shook his head. Ojii was the greatest prophet of his age, and his long life meant that he could bring his brilliances to the generations that followed his own. Saeki's grandfather had followed Ojii's advice, and Saeki's father, and now Saeki himself. "He said I was to come to this tower…"
Saeki thought back on Ojii's words. Ojii HAD mentioned a princess but it had been a little unclear as to whether Saeki was supposed to rescue said princess or not. Saeki had assumed… then again he had also assumed that Ojii would pick him to be Captain of the knight's squad, and not chose Aoi who had only been a squire.
Ojii could be a little weird at times and he was certainly unpredictable but everything seemed to work out in the end.
"Well, maybe you were just supposed to find out that your princess wasn't here yet." The prophet stretched, the loose fitting sleeves of his shirt fell back to expose long skinny but still muscled arms. "Though I have to tell you, I know for a fact Miyuki gets rescued by a Prince from Seigaku, who she thinks is a thief at first."
"Seigaku has good princes." Saeki idly wondered what prince would rescue the 'boyish princess'. "I'm Saeki Kojirou, second knight of Rokkaku." Saeki held out one gauntleted hand, the heavy chain mail jangled tinnily against the metal covering.
"Chitose Senri." Chitose clasped Saeki's hand with his, and motioned to his face with the other hand. "The half blind sparkling prophet."
Saeki flashed the smile that most people called 'sexy' and Fuji had one told him 'sparkled'. Maybe they could have a sparkly competition. "You don't seem to sparkle to me, Chitose."
"Well I'm not telling your fortune." Chitose let go of Saeki's hand. "Do you want me to?"
"Why not."
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They're not a good match in bed. Saeki knows this. Chitose knows this. They just don't mesh as well as they should.
Chitose is too tall. Saeki gets cold feet. Saeki likes to sleep on his back, Chitose likes to spoon. Saeki's mattress is so hard it makes Chitose's bones ache, Chitose's mattress is so soft it makes Saeki feel like he is being eaten alive. Their teams get along well enough. Shitenhouji aren't beach boys, but they're pretty relaxed (hippies, Saeki is pretty sure they could be called). Rokkaku isn't really nuts about health food and the environment, but they do plenty of volunteer work around the community.
It's not an easy trip between the two, and it's not cheap.
They make it work.