Tora/Saga - alicenine. - High 'N' Dry - o1/ - -
Title: High 'N' Dry
Genre: AU
Ratings: PG14/R
Pairings: alicenine; Tora/Saga
Synopsis: "... with empty jaws, an empty bed, a cup of love that can’t decide - is it half empty or full?"
Tora
♠
I don't like going to these bars alone. It makes me look desperate, which I'm not. My friend Shou would normally come with me, but tonight he's got a date. And may I mention it's a girl. He says he's not into guys anymore because there's too much jerks around this place lately and playing games isn't his thing. I guess I know what he means. Just now I saw a bartender slip some stuff in a bluish purple drink. It's the third time I saw this tonight. It's disgusting, but it's not like I can do anything about it, so I just scoff and sip my Hairy Virgin. Oh, and what I drink doesn't explain my preference either, my taste is better than that. I just happen to like rum, orange liqueur, and apple juice mixed into a beverage. So what do I like? Well...
Oh no, he better not be heading this way. My eyes veer to my left. He's really coming. Ughh. He's Saga the guy who's quite popular around this place. He's got what would be call the "Sex Pot" look, and people seem to like that. Me, not particular, at least not what I've been aiming for these days. Wavy dirty blond hair, eyes done up in smoky eye shadow, pink lips, and an ensemble that exposes his chest. Occasionally, he even has pearls and chains hung around his neck, but not tonight. He’s been trying to talk to me since I’ve started coming here, but lucky there’s always something that’s catches his eye before he actually gets to me. To put it simply I just don’t really like the guy.
I empty my drink and slam the mug on the bar counter the same time my forehead meets it. Maybe if he thinks I'm drunk he would just walk pass me.
Oh great, he now he's right next to me. "Hey Chiba-san, I think this one's had enough." He must be talking to one of the bartenders, shit.
"So he is." I feel a finger poking at my arm. I want to bite it off. "A hot one too,” says the bartender. "Some boys there have been eyeing him all night."
"Is that so? Then can I take him home with me." Don't you even try, man. I cradle my head into my arm like a pillow, hoping this is all just a bad dream.
The feminine sounding bartender chuckled. Fuck, can't you people just leave me alone. "Haven't you had enough in your plate tonight already, Saga?"
"You don't know. I just might give them all up for this one."
Oh please, he better be kidding me.
"Ha, as if you could," the bartender spat, not believing him either. Damn, I think he spit on my arm. That's it, I've had it.
I lift up my head and yawned. While this Chiba-san guy and Saga's are looking in sight of me, I stretched my arms out and cleared my throat and stuff like I had just taken a nap and woken up. I jump off the stool, which had made my ass go numb from sitting so long on it, then aim a sharp glare at Saga to tell him you-don't-got-a-chance.
Before I all out and leave I need to make a visit, so I make a U-turn to the right passing these two to get where I have to go. I can still feel them watching me on my back, and as I walk other pairs of eyes from around the bar begin to follow me also. Are they looking at me, or is this all because of Saga? I don’t like these looks.
I growled in my throat and kicked my way through the door into the restroom. And the first thing I always notice when I come in here is the flickering bulb at the end. Since the first time I came to this place, like three months ago, that light still hasn't been fixed. What is up with that? Aside from that this was your slightly above average restroom. Chrome stalls, black marbled floor and walls, spacious, with a waterfall inspired sink that glowed different colors when you turn on the water, which its facet and handles are mounted into the wall-sized mirror.
I have no real business to do in here since I just wanted to get away from Saga. So I turn on the facet and open my palm under the black marbled platform as the water come down like a miniature waterfall to soak my hand as I watch the colors on the bottom of the sink interchanging like looking into a kaleidoscope. Then I put in my other hand to catch the water in both my palms together and splash the water in my face. I do it once more and turn the water off, wiping my face with a paper towel.
I hunch over the sink with my hands holding me up steady on the edge of the counter. What am I even doing here? Coming all alone to a bar with guys who can't think about anything other than getting you into bed. I’m way better than these guys. So why am I…?
There's a soft pressure going up my back. It tingles and it reaches my neck. It's warm. Fingertips. They move and I shiver, covering my neck with my hand and snapping my head up; I am met with a reflection of Saga in the mirror who grins.
"So, your sensitive spot is your neck. Interesting." He smirks, and I don't like it. "I wonder where else you're sensitive." With his one hand on his hip he leans forward and I just realize how close he is to me. I step back. I have to get out of here.
I make a side step from the sink and have my eyes at the door. I stop right beside Saga and looking straight ahead I murmur, "None of your business," and I walk out of the restroom.
As I walk back at the bar I feel sick, of this plat that is. So I gulped down the rest of the drink I had left behind earlier and chuck out some money from my pocket next to the empty mug and head off to the nearest exit on the side of the bar. This way I don't need to have anymore contact with these people.
I trip a little on a step but don't try to make a deal out of it like look back and curse at it like some morons do. I take the path on the right and see this guy leaning against a brick wall. He has curled coffee-colored hair and big buggy eyes, but not in an unattractive way. He looks at me and smiles.
As I approach him my vision gets blurry. It looks like the guy is lighting a cigarette, he blows the smoke and this misty fog begins to surround me. Are we spinning? I think I'm losing my balance. It's getting hard to see and I feel someone's arms holding me.
Saga
♣
Monsieur is one of many bars in the boy meets boy scene. But lately I've grown fond of this place for some reason. And now he's sitting there alone by the bar station. I heard from the bartenders that his name is Tora. I think it really fits him. He has that dangerous, mysterious, and foreign allure to him, like a black panther.
I've been trying to talk to him for a while now but every time something always comings up. What I mean by that is I'm quite popular around these places. They call me the Sex Pot/Vixen/Player because I rarely say no. That however, doesn't mean I'd sleep with all of them. I just think everyone should be given a fair chance that's all.
But for tonight, I've decided no matter what I'm putting them all aside and making my move on Tora. And it's nice to see he doesn't have his blonde haired friend of his like he always does. Watching their body language from previous nights I would guess they're just friends, so things wouldn't get messy even if I'm added into the equation. Alright, less calculating more moving, I'm off.
As I come to the bar Chiba-san, an acquaintance and part owner of this establishment, while doing a bit of bartending smiles at me and nods, which I politely reply the same. I grab a stool right next to Tora, who is visually 'out' with his head down on the counter. Chiba-san and I have a small give and take conversation where I ask playfully if I can Tora home. Watching Tora's fingers twitch, I seem to hit a nerve with my random comment. I chuckle to my own amusement as he gets up from his seat yawning and stretching. His acting sucks.
Unsurprisingly, he shots me a death glare telling me to back off. I occasionally sense the similar kind of look when he walks pass me and my group of followers. He must hate me or something, which I totally don't get why. His figure doesn't leave my sight until he disappears into men's room. I count 5 seconds and then tell Chiba-san I'll see him later before beginning on the tiger's trail.
With light steps I enter the restroom, where I find Tora splashing water in face and wipe his face dry with a paper towel. I would think he'd turn around towards the door and see me, but instead he stays there hovering over the sink with his head slump down. What's wrong? I wonder. I walk towards him, this time not even trying to be cautious with my footsteps but he still doesn't look up.
Seeing the opportunity, I put my hand on his back and slowly move up and down his spine. His shoulders shrug and I feel a slight tremble beneath my hand. Seeing him like this makes me want to just wrap my arms around him, but instead my hand travels up until I touch the back of his neck and his fingers touches mine, feeling like a burn I retreat.
He finally looks up into the mirror with a shock look in his face that makes me want to laugh. I comment about the sensitive spot on his neck and he frowns with an almost childish face which causes me to smile. It makes me want to just grab him and kiss on the spot. But he realizes it and jerks away mumbling it's none of my business where his sensitive spots are. He reverts to a calm and collected state and walks out the door. It's kind of cute how he tries to be all cold and tough.
When I get back to the station Tora is already gone, leaving behind just his empty mug. I sigh, regretting I didn't make my big move on him.
Chiba-san comes by holding five emptied glasses in his hands. "Oh, he's gone already?" he says,"and he even finished his drink to, I see."
"Yea," I sigh again.
"I heard Keigo said someone was messing with this guy's drink while he was gone."
"Haa?" What the hell! Without a second thought I run out to of the bar. There are a quite a couple of people on the street but none of them look like Tora. I look left and right, and pick the path on the right and turn the corner. At the end of the empty street in plain sight are two guys holding each other. I walk quickly as I try to look away, but curiosity gets the best of me so I take a quick glance of the couple in action, and I mutely gasp when I see that the one pinned to the wall by this guy with an afro is Tora.
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Alright, so I finally decided to write a new fanfic.
And honestly, I was going to do a Hot 'N' Bothered sequel,
but I'm not the type to stick to plans, so this somehow turned into a alice9 fic.
Hope this is fine too. And trying to do 2 POV in one story is something new to me ^^;;
Genre: AU
Ratings: PG14/R
Pairings: alicenine; Tora/Saga
Synopsis: "... with empty jaws, an empty bed, a cup of love that can’t decide - is it half empty or full?"
Tora
♠
I don't like going to these bars alone. It makes me look desperate, which I'm not. My friend Shou would normally come with me, but tonight he's got a date. And may I mention it's a girl. He says he's not into guys anymore because there's too much jerks around this place lately and playing games isn't his thing. I guess I know what he means. Just now I saw a bartender slip some stuff in a bluish purple drink. It's the third time I saw this tonight. It's disgusting, but it's not like I can do anything about it, so I just scoff and sip my Hairy Virgin. Oh, and what I drink doesn't explain my preference either, my taste is better than that. I just happen to like rum, orange liqueur, and apple juice mixed into a beverage. So what do I like? Well...
Oh no, he better not be heading this way. My eyes veer to my left. He's really coming. Ughh. He's Saga the guy who's quite popular around this place. He's got what would be call the "Sex Pot" look, and people seem to like that. Me, not particular, at least not what I've been aiming for these days. Wavy dirty blond hair, eyes done up in smoky eye shadow, pink lips, and an ensemble that exposes his chest. Occasionally, he even has pearls and chains hung around his neck, but not tonight. He’s been trying to talk to me since I’ve started coming here, but lucky there’s always something that’s catches his eye before he actually gets to me. To put it simply I just don’t really like the guy.
I empty my drink and slam the mug on the bar counter the same time my forehead meets it. Maybe if he thinks I'm drunk he would just walk pass me.
Oh great, he now he's right next to me. "Hey Chiba-san, I think this one's had enough." He must be talking to one of the bartenders, shit.
"So he is." I feel a finger poking at my arm. I want to bite it off. "A hot one too,” says the bartender. "Some boys there have been eyeing him all night."
"Is that so? Then can I take him home with me." Don't you even try, man. I cradle my head into my arm like a pillow, hoping this is all just a bad dream.
The feminine sounding bartender chuckled. Fuck, can't you people just leave me alone. "Haven't you had enough in your plate tonight already, Saga?"
"You don't know. I just might give them all up for this one."
Oh please, he better be kidding me.
"Ha, as if you could," the bartender spat, not believing him either. Damn, I think he spit on my arm. That's it, I've had it.
I lift up my head and yawned. While this Chiba-san guy and Saga's are looking in sight of me, I stretched my arms out and cleared my throat and stuff like I had just taken a nap and woken up. I jump off the stool, which had made my ass go numb from sitting so long on it, then aim a sharp glare at Saga to tell him you-don't-got-a-chance.
Before I all out and leave I need to make a visit, so I make a U-turn to the right passing these two to get where I have to go. I can still feel them watching me on my back, and as I walk other pairs of eyes from around the bar begin to follow me also. Are they looking at me, or is this all because of Saga? I don’t like these looks.
I growled in my throat and kicked my way through the door into the restroom. And the first thing I always notice when I come in here is the flickering bulb at the end. Since the first time I came to this place, like three months ago, that light still hasn't been fixed. What is up with that? Aside from that this was your slightly above average restroom. Chrome stalls, black marbled floor and walls, spacious, with a waterfall inspired sink that glowed different colors when you turn on the water, which its facet and handles are mounted into the wall-sized mirror.
I have no real business to do in here since I just wanted to get away from Saga. So I turn on the facet and open my palm under the black marbled platform as the water come down like a miniature waterfall to soak my hand as I watch the colors on the bottom of the sink interchanging like looking into a kaleidoscope. Then I put in my other hand to catch the water in both my palms together and splash the water in my face. I do it once more and turn the water off, wiping my face with a paper towel.
I hunch over the sink with my hands holding me up steady on the edge of the counter. What am I even doing here? Coming all alone to a bar with guys who can't think about anything other than getting you into bed. I’m way better than these guys. So why am I…?
There's a soft pressure going up my back. It tingles and it reaches my neck. It's warm. Fingertips. They move and I shiver, covering my neck with my hand and snapping my head up; I am met with a reflection of Saga in the mirror who grins.
"So, your sensitive spot is your neck. Interesting." He smirks, and I don't like it. "I wonder where else you're sensitive." With his one hand on his hip he leans forward and I just realize how close he is to me. I step back. I have to get out of here.
I make a side step from the sink and have my eyes at the door. I stop right beside Saga and looking straight ahead I murmur, "None of your business," and I walk out of the restroom.
As I walk back at the bar I feel sick, of this plat that is. So I gulped down the rest of the drink I had left behind earlier and chuck out some money from my pocket next to the empty mug and head off to the nearest exit on the side of the bar. This way I don't need to have anymore contact with these people.
I trip a little on a step but don't try to make a deal out of it like look back and curse at it like some morons do. I take the path on the right and see this guy leaning against a brick wall. He has curled coffee-colored hair and big buggy eyes, but not in an unattractive way. He looks at me and smiles.
As I approach him my vision gets blurry. It looks like the guy is lighting a cigarette, he blows the smoke and this misty fog begins to surround me. Are we spinning? I think I'm losing my balance. It's getting hard to see and I feel someone's arms holding me.
Saga
♣
Monsieur is one of many bars in the boy meets boy scene. But lately I've grown fond of this place for some reason. And now he's sitting there alone by the bar station. I heard from the bartenders that his name is Tora. I think it really fits him. He has that dangerous, mysterious, and foreign allure to him, like a black panther.
I've been trying to talk to him for a while now but every time something always comings up. What I mean by that is I'm quite popular around these places. They call me the Sex Pot/Vixen/Player because I rarely say no. That however, doesn't mean I'd sleep with all of them. I just think everyone should be given a fair chance that's all.
But for tonight, I've decided no matter what I'm putting them all aside and making my move on Tora. And it's nice to see he doesn't have his blonde haired friend of his like he always does. Watching their body language from previous nights I would guess they're just friends, so things wouldn't get messy even if I'm added into the equation. Alright, less calculating more moving, I'm off.
As I come to the bar Chiba-san, an acquaintance and part owner of this establishment, while doing a bit of bartending smiles at me and nods, which I politely reply the same. I grab a stool right next to Tora, who is visually 'out' with his head down on the counter. Chiba-san and I have a small give and take conversation where I ask playfully if I can Tora home. Watching Tora's fingers twitch, I seem to hit a nerve with my random comment. I chuckle to my own amusement as he gets up from his seat yawning and stretching. His acting sucks.
Unsurprisingly, he shots me a death glare telling me to back off. I occasionally sense the similar kind of look when he walks pass me and my group of followers. He must hate me or something, which I totally don't get why. His figure doesn't leave my sight until he disappears into men's room. I count 5 seconds and then tell Chiba-san I'll see him later before beginning on the tiger's trail.
With light steps I enter the restroom, where I find Tora splashing water in face and wipe his face dry with a paper towel. I would think he'd turn around towards the door and see me, but instead he stays there hovering over the sink with his head slump down. What's wrong? I wonder. I walk towards him, this time not even trying to be cautious with my footsteps but he still doesn't look up.
Seeing the opportunity, I put my hand on his back and slowly move up and down his spine. His shoulders shrug and I feel a slight tremble beneath my hand. Seeing him like this makes me want to just wrap my arms around him, but instead my hand travels up until I touch the back of his neck and his fingers touches mine, feeling like a burn I retreat.
He finally looks up into the mirror with a shock look in his face that makes me want to laugh. I comment about the sensitive spot on his neck and he frowns with an almost childish face which causes me to smile. It makes me want to just grab him and kiss on the spot. But he realizes it and jerks away mumbling it's none of my business where his sensitive spots are. He reverts to a calm and collected state and walks out the door. It's kind of cute how he tries to be all cold and tough.
When I get back to the station Tora is already gone, leaving behind just his empty mug. I sigh, regretting I didn't make my big move on him.
Chiba-san comes by holding five emptied glasses in his hands. "Oh, he's gone already?" he says,"and he even finished his drink to, I see."
"Yea," I sigh again.
"I heard Keigo said someone was messing with this guy's drink while he was gone."
"Haa?" What the hell! Without a second thought I run out to of the bar. There are a quite a couple of people on the street but none of them look like Tora. I look left and right, and pick the path on the right and turn the corner. At the end of the empty street in plain sight are two guys holding each other. I walk quickly as I try to look away, but curiosity gets the best of me so I take a quick glance of the couple in action, and I mutely gasp when I see that the one pinned to the wall by this guy with an afro is Tora.
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Alright, so I finally decided to write a new fanfic.
And honestly, I was going to do a Hot 'N' Bothered sequel,
but I'm not the type to stick to plans, so this somehow turned into a alice9 fic.
Hope this is fine too. And trying to do 2 POV in one story is something new to me ^^;;