Made of Scars Chapter 4
Title: Made of Scars
Authors: xme_chanx and Shirito_Ano
Chapter: 4/10
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.
Chapter 4
Tora's POV
Im wrapped in blissfully warmth, a comforting pressure on my upperarms to my lower back, theres a soft wall of heat directly in front of my face and my body instinctivly nuzzles closer into the soft, gentle warmth surrounding me.
As lethargic as I am and as quickly as I am drifting back into a deep sleep, I forced my eyes to crack open a bit, curious about this warmth. I startle slightly when i reliese that what is surrounding me is Saga. I look up, silently studying his features; his hair was still slightly damp and some of his bangs fell across his forehead down to his eyelashes, his eyes closed peacefully. My eyes roamed over his smooth features, his fair skin looking like porcelin, down to his plush lips that were parted just ever so slightly, tinged with a natural peach color. I subconciously lick my lips, feeling an odd gravitational pull to those gorgeous lips, awakening a hunger for their taste. My eyes widened as I reliesed what it was I wanted to do so badly, and I imediately shut my eyes again, letting myself calm and relaxe back into his coaxing warmth.
When I awake again, that wonderful warmth is missing. I can feel myself start to shiver already and I pull the covers up just a little tighter to my chin, wishing I was still wrapped in that comforting warm bliss, wishing I was still in Saga's arms.
I slowly open my eyes, wincing a bit from the lights that had been turned on in the other room because the door to the bedroom was left mostly open. After a few minutes I start to hear quiet moving, rustling and an occasional clank of metal. Is Saga cooking? I lift my head a little to see the clock on the night stand, the bright red numbers read 9:05 am. and I sigh, wondering if I was going to be able to make it to practice today.
A quiet beeping from the living room made my thoughts still as I strained to listen to who he was calling.
"Ohayou, Nao-kun."
"....."
" I was calling about practice today, do you think we could take off today? Tora got pretty sick after that run in the rain last night."
"...."
" I dont know right now, hes still asleep, I'll let you guys know how hes doing when he wakes up ok?"
"....."
I could almost hear Saga smiling into the phone at his last line,
" Dont worry Nao-kun, I'm sure he'll be ok, I'll take good care of him, We'll see you later ok."
He'll take good care of me huh?
I hear the phone click off and then Saga's soft padding toward my door. I quickly close my eyes again, for some reason not wanting him to know I was listening.
"Tora-kun?" His voice is soft and I think I can hear a tinge of concern in his half expressed question.
I groan lightly and roll on to my back, rubbing at my sleep ladden eyes and blinking a few times before I can focus correctly on his form.
" Hey, Good morning Tiger." His beautiful grin spreading over his features as he moved to the side of his bed.
" How are you feeling? Do you think you could eat some soup?"
I feel my cheeks heat up slightly, everytimes he says my name in english, and I have to clear my throat, before I look up at his face and answer.
" I seem to feel alot better, my head is a little dizzy though. Soup sounds good." I smile lightly at him.
" Good, do you think you can get up? I can set up the couch for you to rest on for the day."
" Wah? Uh, yeah but, you dont have to keep me here, I can go on home now, I should be ok." I push my body into a sitting position, noticing how my arms shook just slightly at the pressure.
" Non-sense! Im not going to take you home so you can just make a mess of yourself, besides I promised Nao-kun I'd take good care of you." That angelic grin returned and he made a quick wink at me, and DAMN IT! I felt myself heat up again.
I swing my legs over the edge of his bed, and I find myself staring at my feet struggling to say what I know I need to.
" Saga, Thank you." I don't know why that was so hard to say, or why I cant look at him when I say it.
I feel his hand gently wrap around my upperarm, pulling softly on it, helping me to stand, I force my eyes to flicker up to his face when Im on my feet. Hes smiling tenderly looking straight into my eyes, I feel those butterflies in my stomach again and I want to claw them out.
"Iie, Iie Tora-kun, why wouldnt I? Your my friend I care about you." goose bumps spread along the skin on my arm as he gently rubs it, almost sensually, though I dont believe he realises it.
I swallow, forcing something down my throat that was begining to form, then smile hoping he understands just how trully thankful I am of that.
Saga leads me slowly into the living room, his slightly cool long fingers, sliding to my elbow as he allows me to lower myself to the couch. I was kind of being to feel like an old man, being lead around by my bassist the way I was, I laughed lightly to myself and Saga gave me a slightly surprised quizzical look.
" What's funny?"
I shake my head but speak anyway.
"I feel like some crotchity old man." I laugh and Saga chuckles back.
" Well you need to get your practice in for later in life! this is a good opportunity."
Were both chuckling softly again, and Im starting to feel quit comfortable stretched out on his couch, a thin blanket spread over my legs and a few comfy pillows behind my head and back.
" Hold on, let me get your soup." Saga turned and quickly walked back into the kitchen.
He returned quickly holding a rather deep black bowl with a matching black soup spoon poking out the top. Steam rose from the top as he carefully placed it in my hands .
" Careful its really hot." I nodded and peer into the bowl, it was mostly broth with a few noodles and a occasional sliver of beef. I experimentally dip the spoon and bring the contents to my lips, blowing lightly before taking a cautious sip. It's warm and salty, but slides down nicely and instantly beginnings soothing my insides.
"Good?" Saga asks, and I notice hes staring quit intently at me, I must look like crap.
" Mmm." I confirm taking another cautious sip.
He grins brightly again.
" It's home made, I just threw some noodles in with a can of chicken broth I had in the cabinet."
"Oh yeah? its really good." I look up at him smiling before putting another scoop into my mouth.
"Oh, dont worry about practice today, I called Nao and told him you weren't feeling well, so he called it off for today, they are all worried and hope you get better very soon." Saga smiled that tender smile again and I nodded returning his smile with my oddly shy one.
I let his words sink in, they're all worried about me? I felt a clutching around my heart, its a wonderful feeling, knowing people care about you and your well being, I wasnt use to this from people, not toward me, did I really mean so much to them? Can I afford to let myself believe that it could be true?
I look back up at Saga, and he still has that same smile on his face, the smile that warms me in spots that the soup couldnt. I start to tense as he reaches out and touches my shoulder, but let myself relaxe into his gentle hand as he rubs it softly. It was hard to make myself deny that they really did care, that maybe he really did or could care about me.