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Title: Expressions
Rating: G
Bands: LM.C
Pairings: Aiji/Maya
Summary: Now its Aiji’s turn to help Maya make it through the rain.
Sequel to Reflections
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Production was put on hold as the rain showed no sign of stopping whatsoever. It drizzled on forever, but was still enough to potentially damage the equipment and for makeup to run, so they were on standby until it let up.
They were only here because of the beauty this place was known for and thought it would be great for their next PV shoot. So the production staff checked into a nearby hotel since the weather was to stay like this for quite some time. They could still make up for the lost time; it only meant that they would have to work a lot harder and faster.
For two members of the band, they sat in silence the entire time, one in which found it to be surprisingly impossible to be this quiet for the other since he is known for his chatterbox personality. Not that he minded it at all, sometimes he found the other bandmate’s topics of discussion to be quite amusing actually, and although most held no meaning at all, he still found some sort comfort within his ramblings. As annoying as they can get, at least they were better than this deafening silence.
He kept looking up from his guitar play to throw glances at the other’s back, who only sat by the window quietly staring out of it, as if lost in his own world. His facial expression was blank and he was so still that he found it to be another thing to fascinate him today about the other.
For the blonde to sit still like this…so quiet…it didn’t suit him, somehow.
He stopped his playing and placed the guitar down on the bed beside him, and just sat there watching him for a good moment, fascinated, wondering…
And somehow feeling the weight of his partner’s eyes on his back, the blonde shifted slightly and sighed through the fingers of the hand that held his chin. He shook his head.
“Man, I hate this weather…I feel like, it sucks you dry of your energy.”
With pursed lips, he nodded agreeably. Even laughing a little to himself because just moments ago in the van, he felt the same way. He had a little influence though in his mood picking up, so maybe he could repay the favor. “Want to do something?”
It was no shocker that the other mumbled a no.
“Want to talk about the next show?”
Another melancholic no.
A moment later and he asked “Hungry?”
This time, the blonde gave a little shoulder shrug, and Aiji planted his hands on his thighs with a slap, letting out a tired sigh for running out of options. He looked around the room for anything else, even considered picking up his guitar again and playing out another song. But he shook his head, playing with his guitar was personal, and he somehow felt that his partner in crime needed his attention now, even if he wasn’t asking for it.
He watched him again, longing for him to do or say anything, or to just simply move. Because this sight of him was depressing like the weather outside, this wasn’t the same guy that pestered him mercilessly by not knowing how to keep his hands to himself, or by insisting that Aiji was the pig and not the lion, or by stealing random stuff and hiding them somewhere just to give him a heart attack…
No…this was not his Maya at all.
So he thought of the one thing, the one reason he puts up with all of his shenanigans, and the same reasons why the blonde even goes through all the trouble of torturing him so. It was a way, he had come to discover by simply working with the blonde for quite some time now and getting closer to him, of expressing gratitude towards him, and maybe in some twisted way or form, affection.
Maya was simply the school yard boy that would tug at your braids or make you eat worms just to tell you that that he liked you, and Aiji knew this and smiled while standing, thinking he should be doing something like that, maybe to express in his own way, his affection towards the blonde. Maybe he would like that for once.
Whatever meaning that affection held, where ever it was going to lead him later on down the road, who knew?
He picked up a pillow and threw it him.
Aiji laughed as Maya cursed, in which moments later, their exchange turned into a pillow-socks-miscellaneous clothing articles and- “No! Put down my guitar!” -random objects-fight to laugh about later and make it through the rain.
It lasted long enough to tire them out and the fight died down to a sluggish wrestling match of dominance to see who could pin the other down first. Aiji allowed himself to submit even though he knew a few good moves that could send the blonde eating a face full of the mattress beneath him. But this is where he wanted him as they collapsed on one bed with the room a complete mess and moments later, where they both would share a quiet slumber in peace, all in hopes that the other would realize what he was trying to convey to him.
Gratitude, affection, friendship… right here in his arms.
Rating: G
Bands: LM.C
Pairings: Aiji/Maya
Summary: Now its Aiji’s turn to help Maya make it through the rain.
Sequel to Reflections
--
Production was put on hold as the rain showed no sign of stopping whatsoever. It drizzled on forever, but was still enough to potentially damage the equipment and for makeup to run, so they were on standby until it let up.
They were only here because of the beauty this place was known for and thought it would be great for their next PV shoot. So the production staff checked into a nearby hotel since the weather was to stay like this for quite some time. They could still make up for the lost time; it only meant that they would have to work a lot harder and faster.
For two members of the band, they sat in silence the entire time, one in which found it to be surprisingly impossible to be this quiet for the other since he is known for his chatterbox personality. Not that he minded it at all, sometimes he found the other bandmate’s topics of discussion to be quite amusing actually, and although most held no meaning at all, he still found some sort comfort within his ramblings. As annoying as they can get, at least they were better than this deafening silence.
He kept looking up from his guitar play to throw glances at the other’s back, who only sat by the window quietly staring out of it, as if lost in his own world. His facial expression was blank and he was so still that he found it to be another thing to fascinate him today about the other.
For the blonde to sit still like this…so quiet…it didn’t suit him, somehow.
He stopped his playing and placed the guitar down on the bed beside him, and just sat there watching him for a good moment, fascinated, wondering…
And somehow feeling the weight of his partner’s eyes on his back, the blonde shifted slightly and sighed through the fingers of the hand that held his chin. He shook his head.
“Man, I hate this weather…I feel like, it sucks you dry of your energy.”
With pursed lips, he nodded agreeably. Even laughing a little to himself because just moments ago in the van, he felt the same way. He had a little influence though in his mood picking up, so maybe he could repay the favor. “Want to do something?”
It was no shocker that the other mumbled a no.
“Want to talk about the next show?”
Another melancholic no.
A moment later and he asked “Hungry?”
This time, the blonde gave a little shoulder shrug, and Aiji planted his hands on his thighs with a slap, letting out a tired sigh for running out of options. He looked around the room for anything else, even considered picking up his guitar again and playing out another song. But he shook his head, playing with his guitar was personal, and he somehow felt that his partner in crime needed his attention now, even if he wasn’t asking for it.
He watched him again, longing for him to do or say anything, or to just simply move. Because this sight of him was depressing like the weather outside, this wasn’t the same guy that pestered him mercilessly by not knowing how to keep his hands to himself, or by insisting that Aiji was the pig and not the lion, or by stealing random stuff and hiding them somewhere just to give him a heart attack…
No…this was not his Maya at all.
So he thought of the one thing, the one reason he puts up with all of his shenanigans, and the same reasons why the blonde even goes through all the trouble of torturing him so. It was a way, he had come to discover by simply working with the blonde for quite some time now and getting closer to him, of expressing gratitude towards him, and maybe in some twisted way or form, affection.
Maya was simply the school yard boy that would tug at your braids or make you eat worms just to tell you that that he liked you, and Aiji knew this and smiled while standing, thinking he should be doing something like that, maybe to express in his own way, his affection towards the blonde. Maybe he would like that for once.
Whatever meaning that affection held, where ever it was going to lead him later on down the road, who knew?
He picked up a pillow and threw it him.
Aiji laughed as Maya cursed, in which moments later, their exchange turned into a pillow-socks-miscellaneous clothing articles and- “No! Put down my guitar!” -random objects-fight to laugh about later and make it through the rain.
It lasted long enough to tire them out and the fight died down to a sluggish wrestling match of dominance to see who could pin the other down first. Aiji allowed himself to submit even though he knew a few good moves that could send the blonde eating a face full of the mattress beneath him. But this is where he wanted him as they collapsed on one bed with the room a complete mess and moments later, where they both would share a quiet slumber in peace, all in hopes that the other would realize what he was trying to convey to him.
Gratitude, affection, friendship… right here in his arms.