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Title: 夢 に 会いました。(Yume ni aimashita. We met in a dream) 1/
Author: Meg (xme_chanx)
Pairing: SagaXTora, ShouxHiroto, NaoXKai
Genre: AU, yaoi
Warnings: man sex, non-beta-ed.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, I do own my ideas and the story.
Summary: His face haunts my nights, and I’m left to search for him during the day. The only thing I’m afraid of is that he really is only a dream.
Notes: Comments make me happy.
X-Posted: My journal, aliceinloveland, jrockfanfics
I woke up sweaty, with that same handsome face present in my dreams. I dreamed about him again. I wonder if he dreams about me, or if he’s even real? I find myself looking for him everywhere I go. I hope he is real.
I kicked off my blankets and walked quietly to the kitchen, hoping I wouldn’t disturb my roommate. His lights were off, but when I crept through the living room he was passed out on the couch. I laughed and poked him gently.
“Shou-kun, wake up. You fell asleep in the living room.” I said softly. He opened his large eyes and smiled at me.
“Sumimasen, Saga-kun. I’ll go to bed. Hiro-chan must’ve left me here during the movie,” he said, covering a yawn.
He ambled off and I sat on the couch with my juice.
I heard him literally fall into bed and I laughed. Shou was such a dork.
I’ve known him since junior high, and now we go to the same university. Shou studies design, I study music and art.
I picked up the TV remote and started flipping through the channels. Comedy was always a good option. I kept looking, and paused when I came across “My Neighbor Totoro.” I haven’t seen it in forever. I yawned and settled into the couch, pulling Shou’s blanket over me. Before I knew it I slipped back into sleep.
“Hey!!” I turned around quickly, almost being knocked over by the black haired young man. He smiled widely and I noticed the spiked stud under his lip. I looked around; we were in a park, a park I didn’t know.
“Ano, onamae wa nandesuka?”* I called. He just grinned and started walking away.
“Matte! Matte kudasai!”* He kept walking, but he turned and threw me smile.
“AH!” I sat upright with a yell. Shou gave me a dirty look from the kitchen table, where he was sitting with Hiroto.
“Ohayou*, Saga-kun.” Hiroto said.
“Ohayou, Hiroppon,” I mumbled.
“Hiro-chan brought us taiyaki*!” Shou exclaimed. I grinned at him, he’s such a girl when it comes to his boyfriend. Hiro-chan, aka Ogata Hiroto, has been Shou’s sweetheart since junior high. They were young. Well, Hiroto was young. Shou and I were in our last year, and Hiroto was a first year. He’s still the same size he was then.
“Arigatou, Hiroppon. I’ll take some with me.” I stood up and stretched.
“Where are you going?” Shou asked.
“Studio. I need to paint something.” I replied.
“Ok. I’m going to the grocery store, so call me if you need anything.” Shou said.
“Sure.” I called over my shoulder as I hurried to my bedroom. My neck felt funny from sleeping on the couch. I grabbed some clean clothes and stuffed my laptop and a sketchbook into my bag.
I shrugged myself into a shirt and looked in the mirror.
“Ew.” I headed to the bathroom to wash my face. I stole some of Shou’s eyeliner and put it on to make me look less like the walking dead.
“I’m leaving!” I waved at the lovers, who were happily munching taiyaki.
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I was the only one at the studio. I turned on the radio and soon music filled the room.
I know exactly what I want to do. I want to paint him. The boy from my dreams.
I picked a medium sized canvas and set it up on my easel. I selected a pencil and began to sketch the rough shapes. Not getting what I wanted, I picked up my paint tray and selected several tubes. I squeezed them out onto the palette and tried again.
I slowly added more color to the white canvas, and the dream-boy began to appear. His black hair, his proud nose, my eyes widened as I realized how beautiful he was. He was practically the embodiment of raw sexiness. I was so absorbed in what I was doing that I failed to notice the smiling brunette that entered.
I let out a shrill scream as felt hands wrap around my neck.
“BOO!” A familiar voice screeched.
“FUCK! Nao!!” I gave him my very best glare. He was giggling madly.
“Who’s that, Sagacchi?” He pointed at the boy on the canvas. I grinned at him.
“I have no idea, Nao.” Nao looked at me like I was insane. I very well could be, I suppose.
“Should I be worried?” Nao asked. I shook my head.
“I keep dreaming about him. He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” I asked dreamily. Nao nodded.
Japanese: (In order of appearance)
*What’s your name?
*Wait! Please wait!
*Good morning
*fish-shaped cake filled with azuki bean paste.
~Notes~ (Or random gibberish)
Got the urge to write some SagaXTora. (I’m such a Saga fangirl, lately!)
Does anyone else wonder if while you’re dreaming about someone, if they have the same dream? That’s my basis for this fic.
I found a taiyaki mold on Amazon!! I am a fiend for red bean foods! In Chinatown this summer I got mochi cakes with azuki paste and YUM!!!!! Red bean bubble tea… I wanna go home and go to the boba tea shop!!! *pouts* Stupid out-of state college!!!
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