[Team 3] Angel of Music
A random beginning of an AU i want to start. If I ever have time again. >.<.
It is rushed, but i am getting this in before my 24 hour commute back to Japan. Why did I fly into LAX when i was ending the trip with my parents i NC? WHY??????
But the fit:
Its A.B.C.-Z AU. And Hasshi has feels. That is all.
All that matters right now was the man on the stage. Truth be told that was really what mattered all of the time, but there were exceptions. It was hard to keep his job as bartender if he didn't actually serve drinks to the customers, and it was hard to serve drinks to customers when he was 29084395769% distracted by the man on the stage. Which was an impossible number, but it was the only one sufficient to describe his feelings.
When he had been hired, he had not even been legal to serve drinks, but that really didn't manner to the owners of Ni no Ichi. They saw his face, his enthusiasm, and his smile and knew that he would be great for their business.
And he was.
Goseki-sama, as he was fondly called by all the staff had found a way to legally employ him, and Tsuka-chan had given him the most intense bartender training of his life.
He has almost wanted to quit. It was hard, he didn't even drink, and, as it turned out, Tsuka-chan and Goseki-sama were the most evil bosses existence. Even the other bartender, fondly called Fumi-kyun by everyone, and his infectious laughter, random hip thrusting, shirt tearing open idol impersonations, and occasional support was not enough to make him want to stay. And then he had come into work. And there was no way that Hashimoto was ever going to leave this job, not as long as he could work and listen to Tottsu, as everyone called Totsuka, sing at the bar.
When they realized just how useless he was at bartending when Tottsu was singing, they had tried to discipline him, until they realized that the customers found his admiration and adoration of Tottsu charming, and that as soon as Tottsu took a break, all of the patron’s would flock to Hashimoto for a drink. Hashimoto’s love was very profitable.
One day, he might even to find the courage to confess. But tonight, like every other night, he would just watch from behind the bar, and his love would grow with each note that the other sang. Hashimoto had an endless amount of love for Tottsu. Watching the other settle into a chair, his guitar in hand. Hashimoto felt what he did every night. He felt he would explode with love.
arashijun go!
It is rushed, but i am getting this in before my 24 hour commute back to Japan. Why did I fly into LAX when i was ending the trip with my parents i NC? WHY??????
But the fit:
Its A.B.C.-Z AU. And Hasshi has feels. That is all.
All that matters right now was the man on the stage. Truth be told that was really what mattered all of the time, but there were exceptions. It was hard to keep his job as bartender if he didn't actually serve drinks to the customers, and it was hard to serve drinks to customers when he was 29084395769% distracted by the man on the stage. Which was an impossible number, but it was the only one sufficient to describe his feelings.
When he had been hired, he had not even been legal to serve drinks, but that really didn't manner to the owners of Ni no Ichi. They saw his face, his enthusiasm, and his smile and knew that he would be great for their business.
And he was.
Goseki-sama, as he was fondly called by all the staff had found a way to legally employ him, and Tsuka-chan had given him the most intense bartender training of his life.
He has almost wanted to quit. It was hard, he didn't even drink, and, as it turned out, Tsuka-chan and Goseki-sama were the most evil bosses existence. Even the other bartender, fondly called Fumi-kyun by everyone, and his infectious laughter, random hip thrusting, shirt tearing open idol impersonations, and occasional support was not enough to make him want to stay. And then he had come into work. And there was no way that Hashimoto was ever going to leave this job, not as long as he could work and listen to Tottsu, as everyone called Totsuka, sing at the bar.
When they realized just how useless he was at bartending when Tottsu was singing, they had tried to discipline him, until they realized that the customers found his admiration and adoration of Tottsu charming, and that as soon as Tottsu took a break, all of the patron’s would flock to Hashimoto for a drink. Hashimoto’s love was very profitable.
One day, he might even to find the courage to confess. But tonight, like every other night, he would just watch from behind the bar, and his love would grow with each note that the other sang. Hashimoto had an endless amount of love for Tottsu. Watching the other settle into a chair, his guitar in hand. Hashimoto felt what he did every night. He felt he would explode with love.
arashijun go!