floor 6,403,120 | sex, drugs & rock n' roll | aphro to taste

[bielynozhshliub]

The concert had been a blasting success, the fans were delirious and satisfied, if not wanting more. Although most of their focus were usually on the lead singer, and perhaps the other guitarist, rather than on him, the bassist. But Nikita didn't mind not being in the spotlight, preferring to contribute in other ways possible, and leave it all to

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[bielynozhshliub]

Nikita had no idea how it was like to be blind, and was quite sure that it wouldn't feel the same between those naturally sightless and artificially with his eyes covered or to that sense. Which was why he believed that Madoka had a kind of sixth sense to her, to be able to 'see' matters beyond the naked eye, to view the world from a different perspective.

He nodded mutely at her explanation, then quickly keeping still as he allowed her fingers to memorise his features, almost certain that she could feel the heat radiating from his skin and the slight shudder of his breath. It was mesmerising to be touched so gently, and his eyelids fluttered shut as he in turn remembered the way her fingers ghosted along his skin. Her words made him flush, his pulse pounding loudly in his ears, and he immediately took a step back to calm himself down.

"The shop. Best not to be late." He muttered in response, taking her hand in his and guiding her in as the door chimed open to announce their entrance. Of course the shop would still remain opened for many hours to come, so what he just said was more to cover up his embarrassment.

[theheartofmusic]

She felt everything--the smoothness of his skin and the quiver of his breathing as he held still for her, her fingers smoothing over his face. She smiled to herself, slipping her hand back into his. She was now certain that he was blushing too. Many people were flustered when she chose to "look" at them that way, but this was different. She didn't touch just to see. She touched because she wanted to feel closer to him.

Nodding, she kept quiet as he tugged her along, Mozart trotting with supreme unconcern beside her as Nikita steered her toward the tea shop. The bells above her chimed pleasantly as the doors swung open, and Madoka was greeted by the warm, delicious smell of breads, pastries, and steeping tea.

"That smells wonderful," she said with pleasure, lifting her nose up into the air. "I can tell just by the smell that this is a nice place, Nikita-san!" Madoka beamed at him, embracing his arm lightly. Mozart led her to a booth in the corner, and she sat down comfortably, waiting for Nikita to sit beside her. Meanwhile, Mozart sat down to the side and lay on his chin, closing his eyes, figuring that Madoka was going to be there for a while.

"Would you sit beside me?" she asked Nikita softly, a smile curving upon her lips.

[bielynozhshliub]

He made a sound of agreement as he guide them to an empty table, Mozart leading the way while he made sure she sat down properly. Indeed this shop was a nice place, with the many types of tea that should suit Madoka just fine. It was a small quaint little place, mostly unknown to others but a few people.

Nikita blinked for a moment when Madoka still held onto his arm, and was going to untangle himself from her to take the seat opposite her when she spoke up. He hesitate for a moment, but then decided that they wouldn't be easily spotted by either of their fans, so he heeded her request and sat beside her while being mindful not to take too much of her seat.

Soon a waiter dropped by their place and held out the menus to them, leaving them to make their choices before he return to get their orders. "What would you like?" He read out a few selection of teas and pastries, recommending a few delicacies that were the shop's specialities. "Their red tea is a popular choice."

[theheartofmusic]

Madoka was accustomed to sitting alone, drinking alone, eating alone. She had spent many a day in solitude--she didn't receive many guests in her large and often empty estate. Thus, she treasured each moment in which she was able to have company. She felt the seat and the air beside her shift as Nikita settled in beside her, and she slipped a little closer--not to crowd him, but just so that she could feel her shoulder against his arm. It felt nice and intimate, and she blushed, her head laying against his shoulder.

She listened to his soothing voice as he read out the menu, recommending his choices. "Then I shall have the red tea as well," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. "And something sweet . . . perhaps something with strawberries?" She was recommended a cake, and she nodded.

When the waiter bustled off, she once again laid her head upon Nikita's shoulder. "Is this alright?" she asked softly, her cheeks a rosy pink. He smelled and felt nice, and Madoka felt that she wanted to be even closer to him. She was first drawn to him by his music, but now, she was enthralled by the person.

[bielynozhshliub]

In some aspects, Nikita and Madoka shared the same qualities. He himself too kept more to himself, and only expanded his social circles due to his band mates. Otherwise, he would be living every day by himself. Of course he had his older sister and older brother visiting him occasionally, but that wasn't enough. It was when he was with the band that made him feel wanted and appreciated.

He tried not to show his discomfort when she leaned against him, somewhat unaccustomed to such close distances with another person, though it only lasted but a while before he began to relax around her. While Madoka ordered something sweet and savoury, his was more plain with natural saltiness. He seldom spoke in public, or among strangers, so Madoka was truly given the privilege to hear him. Low and rough around the edges, with an underlying chill beneath the cold exterior, though given enough time, there was a warmth yearning to seep out.

Nikita nodded to her question, his cheek brushing against the top of her hair. It was a little ticklish, and yet it brought a small smile to his lips, although she wasn't able to see it. He had no idea of how Madoka felt about him, assuming that she was perhaps attached to his songs and voices instead.

"Are you warm enough?" He asked after a few quiet moments. The night in these area could be quite chilly, and though the shop had its own heater, he wanted to make sure.

[theheartofmusic]

Madoka herself was not shy; it was just due to circumstance that she led a life that was so solitary. She was privately tutored, since she couldn't go to a school with other students. She rarely made friends, but when she did, it was with an earnest joy and yearning, as she expressed towards Nikita.

She could feel him stiffen lightly when she pressed up against him, but was glad when he relaxed, allowing her the closeness. If he truly didn't like it, she would have pulled away. She could feel his cheek brushing against the top of her head. The slightest touch was apparent to her as part of her compensation for her senses, and she smiled.

The violinist nodded. "Thank you for your concern, Nikita-san." She tilted her head up so that he could see her smile. "What about you?" She took his hand between both of hers, as though warming him up.

The tea and their accompanying food arrived, but Madoka paid it no heed, continuing to hold his hand, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, head tipped back so that he could see her face.

[bielynozhshliub]

The smile on her face brought a kind of warmth to Nikita, relieved that she was fine, or as warm as she would like him to think. "I am all right." The light flush on his cheeks definitely warmed him up nicely to go along with his hand in hers, in addition to his fur coat that kept the chill at bay. "Thank you." He added belatedly.

It felt nice, just sitting like this side by side, with hot piping teas and delicious foods placed in front of them. As if on impulse, Nikita raised his free hand to brush back the long bangs of her hair, gloved fingers gently ghosting along the lines of her cheek, thumb brushing her lips. Small and in a light pinkish colour, just the type that he liked. The moment he realised what he just did, he pulled his hand back and looked away.

"Ah... Foods and drinks have arrived." He stated in an attempt to cover his embarrassment, mildly mortified by what went through his mind earlier.

[theheartofmusic]

Her eyes fluttered shut as he swept the hair away from her face, lips parting unwittingly as his fingertips fluttered across her skin. That felt nice, and her cheeks grew even warmer as she blushed a brighter shade of pink. It was so intimate, and the touch of his hand made butterflies explode in her stomach, crawling up her chest.

When he pulled his hand back, she was disappointed, but that was soon replaced by a small giggle as she relaxed. She thought that just because he pulled away it didn't mean that he wouldn't touch her anymore.

Well. Madoka was always rather impulsive, especially when she had her mind set on something. Her former butler (one who'd tried to kill her) had always admonished her for running off and not informing him.

And, being impulsive now, she rose up and brushed a kiss to his cheek.

[bielynozhshliub]

For all the crazed obsession that he had over his older sister, along with the many proclamations of love and devotion, Nikita was instead rather new to being the object of affections. Thus he was sometimes lost and unsure as to how to respond.

So when he felt the brush of her lips on his cheek, he literally froze halfway from sipping on his cup of hot tea. Thank goodness he hadn't drop the cup or spilled its contents. It wouldn't bode well to be robbed off his ability to continue his lineage.

Nikita glanced at her from the corner of his pale blue eyes as he carefully placed the tea cup down onto the table again, unable to prevent his cheeks from blushing even as he tried to keep his breathing in check. He swallowed a lodge in his throat a few times before he spoke again, voice suddenly soft and near breathless. "M-Madoka?"

[theheartofmusic]

She flushed, a faint peal of good-natured laughter escaping her as she linked her hands in front of her, smiling all the while. She didn't regret kissing him, and she wasn't embarrassed at all. She had certainly heard the sputter and the clink of china as he placed his tea back onto the table, and then cleared his throat a few times.

"I hope you didn't mind," Madoka said, her face a picture of feminine innocence--wide black eyes, framed by long, China-doll hair, and an open, earnest smile. "I wouldn't mind giving you another kiss," she told him, her voice soft, her cheeks seemingly forever pinkened with a blush. "I hope I didn't offend you! I know that girls must seem to want to do that all the time . . ." She clasped her hands together, lowering her head. "But I think you're a very special person, Nikita-san. Not just your music, and not just the fact that you're a famous bassist--you yourself are special."

[bielynozhshliub]

The laughter was unexpected, and it startled him slightly, though Nikita didn't seem to mind it in the least, actually chuckling along awkwardly, trying not to let it bother him. Though he did pause when Madoka stated that she wouldn't mind repeating the act, and it stunned him. The light colour tinting her cheeks were very distracting, like faint roses that dusted across her skin, giving Madoka a sort of natural blush.

Nikita caught himself staring once more and grabbed his tea as he down half its contents before finding his voice again. "No, I do not mind. Just... surprised, that is all." His fans actually would have done a lot worst than her, but either way, it wasn't the same when it was Madoka. It was hard not to feel pleased by her words, heat rising steadily up his neck and painting his cheeks and ears a lovely reddish colour even as he shook his head.

"You are too kind with your words. I am merely a bassist, an extra member. If anyone is special, it would be you."

[theheartofmusic]

The sound of his laughter was pleasing to the ear, and Madoka listened, storing it in away so that she could remember it. It was as though he was unaccustomed to laughter--it was awkward, but not forced. She liked it.

She reached out for her own tea, patting the table and finding the cup, raising it to her lips. It had cooled slightly, and she took a sip, allowing the warm liquid to soothe her. He was right--it was delicious. They sat in silence a moment, the two of them simply drinking tea, until he spoke once more.

The violinist shook her head at his refutes of his own worth. "Each person in a band is part of the family. Without one, the band wouldn't be complete, ne?" she tilted her head to one side, smiling. "And I . . . I would know if you were not there." With her particularly sensitive hearing, Madoka could isolate his music through the band's, and had always paid him attention.

"Thank you," she said in response to his compliment, bowing her head. "I just try to make people feel what I feel through my music. I hope that sometime I can play for you," Madoka murmured, a smile flitting across her lips.

[bielynozhshliub]

Of course Nikita knew that every member in his band had their own qualities, skills and usefulness. Sometimes he felt as if he was replaceable, like what they did with the previous bassist. However, he reasoned with himself that it was the only way that a band was able to find musicians who suited their needs and goals. "Da, you are quite right." He caught her light smile, and that pulled a slight tilt of his lips in return, briefly wondering just how long or when had she begun to listen to him. It made him a little pleased to know that someone was appreciative.

He turned toward her properly this time, a look of surprise on his face and voice. "You would?" He never thought that was possible. Sure, hearing Madoka play in concerts and such was a norm for him, but for her to play for him.

[theheartofmusic]

Madoka nodded earnestly. "Of course," she said. "You're my friend, ne?" She gave him a radiant smile.

She didn't make friends very often, but when she did, she kept them for life. Sometimes, this trusting nature of hers led to problems--once, she hadn't known that her own butler was an assassin sent to kill her for her Stradivarius, which was worth its weight in gold. But despite this, she was still trusting and kind. It was probably something that no experience could take from her.

She took his hand, and smiling once more, she laid her head upon his shoulder comfortably, snuggling close. Mozart, from across the table, lifted his head and glanced at Nikita as if to smile encouragingly at him.

Wagging his tail, Mozart once again lay back down, once again oblivious to the two of them.

[bielynozhshliub]

"Da." Friend.

A word that was as foreign as it was familiar to Nikita. He considered his band mates as friends, almost as close as his own family members. In contrast, he was quite the opposite of Madoka, distrustful and often wary of other people, scrutinising and over-analysing their every movements and gestures. He kept to himself most of the time, driving others away when they came too close, hurting them just as much as he hurt himself.

He wasn't able to really smile at her words, because it felt too unreal to him, hard to comprehend that anyone would want to be friends without getting something out of him. And yet Madoka had been the sweetest and kindest person he had came across. His hand tightened slightly around hers, his head tilting to rest upon the top of her hair.

It was a comfortable quietness, sipping on his cup of tea and watching with amusement the look Mozart gave him. "...after this." He took another sip, wetting his lips. "Can you play after you have finished eating?"

[theheartofmusic]

Indeed, it was comfortable just to sit there in warm silence with him. Yes, he was often cold and aloof; she had heard that much about him, and had felt the distance that he put between himself and others. However, seated as they were, she felt that there was no barrier at all--they were just two normal people sharing a quiet moment, drinking tea and having cake.

Madoka had started on her cake when she heard his question. "Yes, I would love to!" Her eyes lit up at the prospect of playing for him--obviously it was something that she was already looking forward to. Mozart thumped his tail idly on the floor. Madoka briefly wondered who Nikita-san was talking to, but she shrugged it off, continuing with her cake.

When she was finished, she reached for her pocket to pay (with a card, since she couldn't see the paper money if she carried that), and when that was finished, turned to Nikita expectantly, smiling gently both at him and to herself, taking his hand.