Gentle & November
Two little fics from 4seasons_fics:
Title: Gentle
Rating: G
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Comments: Sorta fluffy-romantic, non-AU. Sakito wonders what's missing.
Morning dawned cool and crisp, vibrant despite the dusting of frost over the ground. Tendrils of ice crept even onto the still surface of lake’s edge, yet undisturbed by the neighboring vacationers with the motor boat one cabin over. Thankfully, they liked to sleep in, allowing the water to remain placid and reflective, an exact mirror image of the reds and golds decorating the surrounding trees.
Sakito slipped outside, cradling a hot mug in his hands for warmth, to sit on the bench allocated to this particular cabin. It was crooked and weather-worn, but comfortable enough for thinking on such a pristine morning. He drew up his knees and watched a flock off geese come in for a noisy landing on the lake, shattering the tranquility of the water into a million varied ripples. In his somnolent state, the empty campground gave Sakito the vague feeling that something was missing. A little piece of himself he’d lost along the way, perhaps.
Too early it was, for inner musings. Sakito merely leaned back and closed his eyes against the glint of the sun off the water, until a familiar mouth brushed against his ear and Niya physically moved him over on the narrow bench to make space for two. Little room was needed however once the bassist had settled, the two of them wound together until it was nearly impossible to tell which limbs belonged where. Sakito sipped his hot tea around Niya’s head pressed against his chest. Fully alert, now he remembered where the missing piece had gone.
I love you, Sakito mouthed silently, knowing Niya had already fallen back asleep.
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Title: November
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Comments: Non-AU again. Angst (sorta)!
“Okay, let’s have a break. Fifteen minutes.” Sakito’s mild, but authoritative voice relieved his band mates of their duties for the time being. The quality had been going steadily down hill in the past half hour, telling him without a doubt it was time for a break. The four of them scattered in different directions while he watched, fiddling with the tuning on his guitar. Hitsugi was en route to the vending machines, Yomi probably to the bathroom with his current trajectory. Ruka never made it further than his Coke can on the table behind his drum kit, and Niya had disappeared completely.
The latter worried Sakito slightly, uneasy despite his better efforts to convince himself that the bassist was merely going out for a smoke. Logic told him that there was no reason for him to be leaving the building in the cold when Niya could just as easily stayed in for the same purpose. Intuition drove him to search for the bassist, with mounting perplexity when he wasn’t at the door, or in the break room, bathroom, staircase, or any other place he should have been. Surely Niya would turn up again once the fifteen minutes were up, but Sakito was determined to find him before then.
In the most unlikely of places, he spotted his bassist, on the roof, leaning on the railing while he smoked and looked over the city. Black hair danced around his face in the cold November wind, and he looked startled to see Sakito join him, shivering in his thin sweater.
“Why aren’t you wearing a coat?” he began lamely, though the wind rippling Niya’s t-shirt seemed to be going stoically unnoticed. But his skin still looked pale, almost blue under the gray clouds, save for patches of pink blossoming on his cheeks and nose where the wind flayed it raw.
“Why aren’t you?” the bassist countered with a shrug, tossing his cigarette over the edge. It floated away in a final, helpless puff. His blank eyes refused to focus on the guitarist, destroying any delusions of the desire to preserve his tidy control over the life of the band in the guitarist’s mind.
Sakito’s hand automatically reached to close around Niya’s wrist, surprised by the icy feel of his skin and the slow beat of his pulse. It hadn’t been more than ten minutes since the break was called, Sakito realized in dismay. “I’m worried about you. What’s going on?” he blurted out, giving Niya’s arm a gentle tug in an attempt to get them both out of the cold.
When Niya wouldn’t move, he stopped, instead waiting for a reply while he held his free arm across his chest for warmth. With almost painful lethargy, Niya leaned toward him, pausing when their faces were practically touching. Sakito’s heart skipped, afraid of what was going to happen, but being too slow to react. His hand tightened on the bassist’s wrist as he was cornered against the fence and kissed in desperation. Niya’s lips closed over his own, chilly and growing bolder though he tried to protest. Cold metal from the bassist’s piercing caught roughly on his soft flesh, spurring Sakito to struggle, finally succeeding in breaking the contact between them.
“Please…” Niya kept his tone soft, pathetically pleading. Some color had returned to his skin, heated by their close proximity. He was still near enough for Sakito to feel the lightest brush of his mouth against his cheek. Niya’s lips pressed again against the corner of his, urging him to accept.
Sakito could feel a tremor of cold finally run through the bassist when a particularly strong gust hit the two men, and he freed his arms to wrap protectively around Niya’s body. Vertigo caught Sakito in its playful clutches, a combination of the dizzying height of the building and Niya.
Control was swiftly and irreversibly escaping.
Title: Gentle
Rating: G
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Comments: Sorta fluffy-romantic, non-AU. Sakito wonders what's missing.
Morning dawned cool and crisp, vibrant despite the dusting of frost over the ground. Tendrils of ice crept even onto the still surface of lake’s edge, yet undisturbed by the neighboring vacationers with the motor boat one cabin over. Thankfully, they liked to sleep in, allowing the water to remain placid and reflective, an exact mirror image of the reds and golds decorating the surrounding trees.
Sakito slipped outside, cradling a hot mug in his hands for warmth, to sit on the bench allocated to this particular cabin. It was crooked and weather-worn, but comfortable enough for thinking on such a pristine morning. He drew up his knees and watched a flock off geese come in for a noisy landing on the lake, shattering the tranquility of the water into a million varied ripples. In his somnolent state, the empty campground gave Sakito the vague feeling that something was missing. A little piece of himself he’d lost along the way, perhaps.
Too early it was, for inner musings. Sakito merely leaned back and closed his eyes against the glint of the sun off the water, until a familiar mouth brushed against his ear and Niya physically moved him over on the narrow bench to make space for two. Little room was needed however once the bassist had settled, the two of them wound together until it was nearly impossible to tell which limbs belonged where. Sakito sipped his hot tea around Niya’s head pressed against his chest. Fully alert, now he remembered where the missing piece had gone.
I love you, Sakito mouthed silently, knowing Niya had already fallen back asleep.
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Title: November
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Comments: Non-AU again. Angst (sorta)!
“Okay, let’s have a break. Fifteen minutes.” Sakito’s mild, but authoritative voice relieved his band mates of their duties for the time being. The quality had been going steadily down hill in the past half hour, telling him without a doubt it was time for a break. The four of them scattered in different directions while he watched, fiddling with the tuning on his guitar. Hitsugi was en route to the vending machines, Yomi probably to the bathroom with his current trajectory. Ruka never made it further than his Coke can on the table behind his drum kit, and Niya had disappeared completely.
The latter worried Sakito slightly, uneasy despite his better efforts to convince himself that the bassist was merely going out for a smoke. Logic told him that there was no reason for him to be leaving the building in the cold when Niya could just as easily stayed in for the same purpose. Intuition drove him to search for the bassist, with mounting perplexity when he wasn’t at the door, or in the break room, bathroom, staircase, or any other place he should have been. Surely Niya would turn up again once the fifteen minutes were up, but Sakito was determined to find him before then.
In the most unlikely of places, he spotted his bassist, on the roof, leaning on the railing while he smoked and looked over the city. Black hair danced around his face in the cold November wind, and he looked startled to see Sakito join him, shivering in his thin sweater.
“Why aren’t you wearing a coat?” he began lamely, though the wind rippling Niya’s t-shirt seemed to be going stoically unnoticed. But his skin still looked pale, almost blue under the gray clouds, save for patches of pink blossoming on his cheeks and nose where the wind flayed it raw.
“Why aren’t you?” the bassist countered with a shrug, tossing his cigarette over the edge. It floated away in a final, helpless puff. His blank eyes refused to focus on the guitarist, destroying any delusions of the desire to preserve his tidy control over the life of the band in the guitarist’s mind.
Sakito’s hand automatically reached to close around Niya’s wrist, surprised by the icy feel of his skin and the slow beat of his pulse. It hadn’t been more than ten minutes since the break was called, Sakito realized in dismay. “I’m worried about you. What’s going on?” he blurted out, giving Niya’s arm a gentle tug in an attempt to get them both out of the cold.
When Niya wouldn’t move, he stopped, instead waiting for a reply while he held his free arm across his chest for warmth. With almost painful lethargy, Niya leaned toward him, pausing when their faces were practically touching. Sakito’s heart skipped, afraid of what was going to happen, but being too slow to react. His hand tightened on the bassist’s wrist as he was cornered against the fence and kissed in desperation. Niya’s lips closed over his own, chilly and growing bolder though he tried to protest. Cold metal from the bassist’s piercing caught roughly on his soft flesh, spurring Sakito to struggle, finally succeeding in breaking the contact between them.
“Please…” Niya kept his tone soft, pathetically pleading. Some color had returned to his skin, heated by their close proximity. He was still near enough for Sakito to feel the lightest brush of his mouth against his cheek. Niya’s lips pressed again against the corner of his, urging him to accept.
Sakito could feel a tremor of cold finally run through the bassist when a particularly strong gust hit the two men, and he freed his arms to wrap protectively around Niya’s body. Vertigo caught Sakito in its playful clutches, a combination of the dizzying height of the building and Niya.
Control was swiftly and irreversibly escaping.