Made of Scars 2
Title: Made of Scars
Authors: xme_chanx & Shirito_Ano
Chapter: 2/?
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairing: Tora x Saga
Genre: romance, angst, true setting
Warnings: the usual.
Disclaimer: seriously, they are people, who owns people? do you own people?? slavery was outlawed, but if it wasnt...we'd have us some pretty asian boys! :D
Summary: In life we collect many cuts, some are deeper than most and can leave scars, but its not until we can rise above and move on
with our lives that we are truly healed.
X-Posted: xme_chanx, Shirito_Ano, Aliceinloveland, SagaxShouxTora, xaliceninex
Tora's POV
From behind my coffee cup, I peer at Saga, that dorky satisfied grin on his face. I suppose in a way I can understand how he gets such pleasure from seeing the smiles on their faces, I mean, your making someone happy he probably just made those girls' day. Don't get me wrong I love our fans, its just that...actually I'm not even sure what it is, but I always tense up when they get to close, maybe I prefer to be loved at a distance.
The Bassists watches the girls, almost smuggly, until they move out the door, before he shifts his angelic blue eyes back to my face. I find it tormentingly hard to hold his gaze and my eyes fall swiftly back to the table then into my coffee, suddenly finding the oil collecting at the top very fascinating.
He looks at his watch and I can look back up again.
" Well looks like times about up. Should we be heading back now?" he inquires leaning back in his chair, waiting for my que.
I nod, but then decide I should actually say something for a change.
"Probably, We don't want Nao getting on our case, you know how freightening he can be." I smirk, both of us know how far from the truth that was.
Saga suddenly beams a wide grin and laughs, the action causes a strange fluttering in my stomach and Im transfixed for a fleeting blissful moment. What has he done? Am I weak enough to be pulled into his charms, just like all those girls? What Am I?
I couldn't possibly be falling for this.
I move on passed him, wanting out the door now!
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The walk back seemed alot quicker then the walk there, with me a few paces ahead the whole way.
By the time I was shoving the heavy metal doors open, the 3 others had already set back up, and were waiting on us. Nao looked up from behind his kit with a frown that would only make you want to ruffle his hair.
" You two are late...Hey did you go to Starbucks without me!?" The drummers eyebrows went from creased to perked in an instant as he stood from his kit.
Saga smiled, releaving his soft features from the confused frown he had been dawning the whole way back.
"Sorry Nao, we should have brought you something back, I'll buy you some next time okay?"
Nao's famous smile reappeared as he settled back in his seat.
Practice went on pretty much as usual, except the small incident of Shou managing to trip over Hiroto's cord, which caused a slight ascention of his voice while still singing.
Hiroto and Saga had a hard time trying to continue playing in between choked laughter.
The day continued as scheduled; photoshoot at 3 pm, comment video at 5 pm and a short meeting with our managers at 6 pm. So needless to say by the time we were all done for the day we were all exhausted and several bellies could be heard complaining.
"I'm starved!" Nao whined, flopping down on the nearest couch, while some of the others moved to begin taking off their make up and changing into 'street wear'.
" I know! But this time is it ok if I pick out the restuarant?" Shou's big bright eyes pleaded. Who could say no to that?
Saga swiveled around in his chair to look at the singer.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked, raising the eyebrow of the eye he was currently rubbing with a cotton
ball, trying to get the dark eye shadow removed.
Shou grinned at all of us.
"Italian of course!"
We all agreed Italian was a good change.
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It was dark again by the time the five of us made it outside, but it was a warmer night then it was the night before. I glance up at the blackened sky and notice how dense it looked, guess the clouds are still hanging around then.
There's still that light breeze in the air and I look to my right to see Saga leisurely walking along side me, the breeze playing in his dirty blonde locks. I smile lightly at him before looking away, its not long before I find myself steeling glaces at him out of the corner of my eye.
The streetlamps make the tips of his hair glow, and light up one side of his face while leaving the other in deep shadow. He looks almost ethereal, ethereal with some hidden dark side. That thought makes me frown, could Saga really have some hidden dark side or past to him? Was there more to our friendly 'sex-god' bassist than met the eye?
The group came to a hault and as I snapped out of my thoughts I immediately began to wonder why I had even started thinking about such a thing. Why should his past matter to me? Maybe because I couldn't get over my own?
The restuarant Shou had brought us too was a lovely, deemly lit, fine dinning type Italian restuarant. The lights were shaded with red, giving the place a warm, romantic atmosphere. I don't know about the rest of the guys but I was feeling a bit awkward about the five of us coming to a restuarant that normally just catered to couples, see that we were all guys and obviously none of us were together, like that.
The Host gave a, only slightly, awkward smile and led us to one of the longer group tables in the back. Shou immediately took the end seat, Hiroto and Nao chose to sit beside one another on the left, so that left me and
Saga on the right. We all sat quietly thanking the waiter for our menus and ordering drinks.
Once we looked over our menus and ordered, Shou and Nao changing their minds about 3 times first. Saga collected our menus and politely handed them to our waiter, no one at the table was able to miss how the bassist let his fingers lightly ghost over the waiter's as he received the menus and then how Saga smiled sweetly at him, yet while peering up from his lashes, the poor young man could only blush and walk away quickly.
I rolled my eyes, but then caught him smirking at me. What the hell is he playing at anyway? I wasn't going to let my temper get the best of me tonight, I wanted to enjoy this meal and then go home and rest, peacefully.
From across the table Shou smirks and leans over to look at Hiroto around Nao.
"What was all that about during the pictures?" Shou said with a playful tone.
Hiroto leaned over Nao to look at the vocalist.
"What?" Hiroto returned with his own devious smirk.
"You know, you kept giving me these weird eye signals and doing things with your tongue for the camera?"
Hiroto shruged still smirking.
" The camera man likes to see that stuff, it really gets the fans going, right Saga?" Hiroto turned to the bassist that mischevious glint in his eye. Saga gave a clipped nod, as if he were a wise old master of an ancient art and he was approving of his apprentices work.
" You have done well my pupil." Saga said, confirming my analogy.
Hiroto grinned and turned back to Shou, who was looking just slightly disturbed.
" Yeah well, why did it have to be just at me!?" Shou almost whined, which was a bit uncharacteristic of him.
Hiroto grinned devilishly again, and shrugged non-chalantly.
" You looked like a good target." and with that Hiroto sat back in his seat, Shou looking a bit quizitive and the
rest of us a bit confused but no less amused by the conversation.
A few more minutes passed with idle conversation and the waiter brought out our food.
As the other three across the table began chatting while eating, Saga decided to take up the liberty of licking his fork very clean, while I tried my hardest to pretend not to notice.
The man seems to very much like using his tongue. As soon as that thought crossed my mind I immediately wished it hadn't, thank Kami for table clothes, and damn Saga.
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We all pitched in tiping the waiter and made our way to the large glass double doors, as I started to push on them a sudden rush of icy air hit my bare arms, and my body immediately took to shivering.
" Oh kuso guys! Looks like the weather took a turn for the worst while we were in here!" Hiroto proclaimed sticking his head out the door.
Not only had it turned icy cold, but the clouds had opened up and were practically flooding the streets, the steady roar of rain so loud I was surprised we didn't hear it during dinner.
"We didn't even bring jackets." Nao worried, chewing on his bottom lip nervously.
"Well, none of us live to far away except Tora, we can make a run for it I guess, thats all we can do!" Shou decided, then turned toward me.
" Tora maybe you can just stay with one of us tonight." he suggested.
" No, thanks anyway I'll be alright." I didn't want to impose on their personal time, know how much I liked my own.
" No, don't be crazy your not walking all the way back to your apartment in this flood from hell. You're coming back with me, thats final." Saga crossed his arms and looked away, taking the role of the master again.
"Well..." I can’t help but laugh slightly and I see him give me a warning look out of the corner of his eye.
" Alright, I’ll give in this time." I relented and crossed my arms. Saga looked triumphant which almost made me want to change my mind.
" Okay then guys, we’ll see everyone in the morning, good luck!" Shou shouted and dashed out into the torential down pour. Nao and Hiroto were next two follow, shouting their challenges against the rain deities and disturbing the restuarants occupants.
Saga looked at me, a playful glint in his eye.
" Ready?" he smirked then grabbed my arm before I could reply and pulled me out into my doom.
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By the time we made it into his apartment, we were both soaked to the bone and maybe deeper, as soon as I was able to relax the convulsions kicked in and I couldn’t control the intense shivering that wracked my body. As Saga turned from locking the door back, his eyes fell on me, my body slumped over, arms clutched around myself and my eyes not focusing on anything but the frozen feeling building in my bones.
His blues eyes widened as he rushed to his room, and I couldn’t hear doors being frantically opened and shut, a few seconds later and he came back out dressed in dry sleep attire and carrying another bundle in his hands.
"Come on, you gotta get out of those wet clothes or you’ll be sick." I let him lead me into the bathroom, and thought bitterly that it might already be too late
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