Made of Scars Chapter 6
Title: Made of Scars
Authors: xme_chanx and Shirito_Ano
Chapters: 6/10? + Prologue
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.
A/N: Sorry about the lateness, I have been every where it seems for the past two weeks, I was really afraid I would never get it written but i kicked my butt and finally settled down and wrote it. Once again so sorry for the long absence, but I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, it was alot of fun to write! Also a very special thanks to
fallen_anjool
for the lovely graphic for this chapter!
Chapter 6
by Shirito_Ano
I am pretty surprised that I was able to recover as fast as I did, usually when I get sick then I stay that way for atleast a week. My eyes shift to the flushed faced blonde on the couch across from me. I suppose it's all his doing, I would never be feeling this good already without him. Funny how that thought could double its meaning.
But somethings made him sour all the sudden, Saga can have mood swings worse then a woman sometimes, I suppose there is a thing like male PMS. I thought back to earlier this evening to maybe pinpoint the moment Saga went defensive, and could find any good reason for his current snappy attitude. But it seemed to occure right after he had asked if i was jealous and touched his nose to mine. That remembrance brought a flush to my cheeks. Why did he do that? And what did he mean 'Was I jealous?'.
I suppose I did act a little harshly to his question, he was just joking anyway, was I really being jealous? When did this get to a jealousy stage?
Either way, this was ridiculous! Why would it bother him so much? And I know he was bothered by it, If the glares and the obvious attempt to get shit-faced was any indication.
I look up again to spot Shou trying to steady himself as he attempted to stand from the couch and Nao having to shoot out an arm to catch him before he tripped. I could help a wide smirk from spreading over my mouth.
" I think its about time to call it a night." Nao announced practically holding Shou up.
" Yeah, I would say so too." Hiroto looked up at his 'slightly less than sober' band mates.
Saga was already reclining back on his plush sofa, looking as though he could pass out at any moment, glass resting in the hand that was hanging off the couch, almost touch the carpet.
As the other three moved, not so fluently, to pick up their trash, I stood as well tossing my Corona bottle into the trash and saw my friends to the door. Nao still holding Shou up and Hiroto on the other side just in case he was needed. I told them all 'Oyasumi Nasai' then closed the door bolting it shut.
I turned back to the wasted excuse for a bassist still sprawled on the sofa and sighed, looks like things are turning around now. Am I going to have to nurse you back to heal now? I suppose this is how I'll repay you. I thought as I sat cautiously on the end of the sofa, watching Saga drift in and out of consciousness. He obviously couldnt hold his liquor as well as me.
" Saga-kun, are you conscious?" I shook his leg not to gently hoping to rouse him.
He groaned, his head lolling on the arm rest a couple of times before he struggled to open his eyes. His stare was glazed and I dont think he ever focused on my face as he tried to look at me.
" Tora-Kun?" He tried to sit up but was pulled back by his own dizziness, a light thud when his head connected back with the arm rest again. I winced slightly at the sound.
" Tor..a, you and your 'whatever', why are u always so...so......-" he had to pause, another groan of misery forcing itself from his lips.
"- cold..." After that I swear I could hear something keen to a giggle rumble inside his throat.
" Yo- ur not making it esy..to...to.. love you." He started giggling almost insanely then, and he finally managed to sit up, when he did he was alot closer to me than I had expected him to be.
" You know that? I love you." He grinned and spread his arms out shouting his confession loud enough to wake his neighbors. But all I could here was the wild pounding in my chest.
He, he didn’t just say that? That can’t be what he means, not like that. It just can’t be possible. I dont have that kind of luck.
I grab at his arms pulling them back down to his sides, knowing I need to get him to his bed so he can sleep properly tonight, and maybe not wake up in too bad of a state tomorrow. I’d never really taken care of anyone before and I wasnt very confident that I would have the skills to nurse him back to health if things were too terrible for him in the morning.
" Come on Saga, we need to get you to your bed, do you think you could make it there?"
Saga suddenly smirked.
" Yes you need to get me too bed." Saga wriggled his eyesbrows at me, in his drunken attempted to be flirtacious.
I frown, what was HE thinking? Standing from the couch I catch Saga by his upper arms and force him up off the couch, pulling one arm to wrap around my neck to support him. He groans some more and stumbles a little, but quickly finds his balance as he steadies himself against my side. I try to ignore the feeling swirling in my stomach at having him hanging on me, so close.
I struggle a little as I begin to move him around the couch, trying to maneuver him to his room. We stumble to the door way, I have to pause for a second to brace myself against the frame before I too fall over. Its so close I can see the bed just a few more paces away.
I readjust Saga on my side and push off the door frame, by now Im practically dragging him across the carpet. We reach the bed and I swing him off my shoulder, but as I do so he pulls on my neck bringing me down over him as he falls back onto the bed. I almost panic and try to pull back immediately but he tightens his grip around the back of my neck, and as I start to raise up so does he.
I look down at him to protest and notice his hazey eyes have become darkened also and not just from the dimness of the room. His eyes shift down and before I know it hes leaned in capturing my lips tenderly.
My heart starts pounding so hard I think Im going to be sick. His lips over mine a few times, slowly, sensuosly, I almost groan, its so sweet.
He pulls back slowly looking back up in my eyes,
" Dont leave me alone, Tora-shi."
My breath caught in my throat. Surely he wasnt asking what I thought he was, He couldnt know what hes talking about. Oh Kami how bad I want to just give in, I hate myself for wanting it, How was I to know that if anything happend then in the morning he either didnt remember or said it was a mistake. I dont think I could take it, I just couldnt handle it if he said I was a mistake.
He let go of my neck, seeming to too be slipping back into subconsciousness suddenly, and I used the opportunity to pull the covers down and slip him under them, not wanting to take a chance at helping him change into sleeping clothes.
As I start to pull away again, he whimpers, and pulls at my arm. I look down and notice his irrestiable pout, I find myself sighing again as I decide to slip down beside him, pulling him into my arms the same way he did me the first night I was sick. He nuzzles into my chest and he seems to fall instantly asleep to my relief.
I wait a good 30 mins before I begin to slip my arm out from under him carefully. I dont want to be laying like that when he wakes up, I dont know what he might think, he probably wont remember a thing and I dont want him getting the wrong idea.
I carefully slip from the bed and make my way back to the cold couch, I let myself have one last lingering gaze over his peaceful face before I close the door.
I hope he doesnt remember anything, I dont want things to be ruined, I dont want to be crushed again.