[Sakumoto Fic] Thunderstorms and Tempest: Cloud 0: The Calm Before The Storm
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, angst, some humour
Disclaimer: How to lay claim when I'm not on the same piece of land, have never been able to see them in person? Purely a figment of my imagination; the fic, that is. Not them, of course. :)
Summary: DoS is gonna turn himself into DoM soon if he keeps fretting about "What if...". Seems like the sudden rain thunderstorms aren't the only ones he'll have to contend with.
A/N: My first ever Arashi fic that started simply cos I couldn't sleep due to the warm weather and was just suddenly inspired to tap away at my iPhone when this grew. How far I can progress really depends on how inspired I get by watching sakumoto (or at least what I THINK I see of them; pardon me now). Sorry for the long diatribe. Comments are love.
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It was all he could hear in the silence of the night: the gentle roar of a passing car; the barely noticeable whirr of the standing fan in the room, weakly rotating to try to disseminate the humid air. He could always opt for the air-conditioner, but the nocturnal sounds kept him grounded in a way that soothed his spirits... usually.
Even as he tossed about in his bed, his shirt uncomfortably stuck to his torso in this unfashionably warm weather, he could not suppress the sigh that forced its way past his lips.
It'd been almost two weeks since the not-so-innocent insinuations of the indirect kiss had been none too subtly hinted at by the little devil Kazu.
Two weeks.
Fourteen days.
Was it only that long ago? And the last time before that? He could still recall the squees from the audience, all attention directed at them as he felt the light pressure on his shoulder, lingering there for barely two seconds. He had actually blanked out, caught offguard with the unexpected move on the older man's part; his mind HAD actually drifted off to seriously consider what his response might have been if SHO had been the one snuggling up to him in the make-believe situation suggested by the guest.
Lately, it was as if they were making up for lost time: before they no longer had the excuse of Shukudai-kun for the oft-times blatant member-ai fanservice; because the multiple-tasking caster-rapper-actor was still busy with the promotions of Toukujo; because of his own pending involvement in preparing for the promos for The History of My Family Special drama...
There were all these reasons that pointed to being the rationale adult that he now was, yet the little incidents seemed to scream at him that if he'd just come right out into the open and ask Sho, that maybe, just maybe the dream fantasy of his sixteen-year-old self could either get the answer he'd always hoped for - he gave up long time ago trying to deny to himself that he'd feel otherwise about the twenty-eight year old - or be laid to eternal rest. Either way would mean he'd have some sort of closure, right?
Blocking out whatever light that still filtered into his room with his right forearm resting wearily across his eyes, he breathed out slowly, hoping for a brief respite, whether it be from his helter-skelter thoughts or the continuously torturing weather. As he felt his breathing start to even out, the distinct yet soft rumbles of distant thunder brought a soft smile to his lips.
The sound of a pending thunderstorm? The weather HAD been unbearably warm on most days, only to unleash its full temper in sudden storms that ranged from ten minutes, or a steady drizzle that lasted almost the entire day, its staccato beat tapping a somewhat erratic rhythm against his window panes.
From the sounds of it, tomorrow morning would be the perfect day to spend snuggled up under the blankets - even if it would be all by his lonesome self. For once, he was thankful that he had the next day off.
Just as he was silently congratulating himself on his more optimistic and calmer frame of mind, his phone buzzed on his side table. Absentmindedly picking it up, he felt his chest suddenly tighten with an unfamiliar yet not altogether uncomfortable constriction, even as he tried to swallow past the bubble of shock that had lodged itself in his throat.
*Keio Chipmunk* was flashing on the screen.
A quick glance at the time showed him that it was four a.m. in the wee hours of dawn.
Déjà vu. Only thing was that this time, the shoe was on the other foot.
What was it that Sho was calling about?
Sucking in a deep breath before expelling it in a soft hiss between his teeth, he touched the screen of the phone to accept the call.
"Moshii moshii..."
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[Cloud 1: Electric Sparks In The Clouds]