It's 1:38 pm and it's incredibly hot. I've been bored at out of my wits
since I logged out of the calming sanctuary that is the internet. Anyway, I
hope you guys will like my 2nd Kaikan Phrase fic. Just like in the first,
comments, suggestions and flames are welcome.
This fic is dedicated to Bec, Ita-chan, Harlequin Light and Oshin whose kind words inspired me to write this next fic. Hope you guys like this one as well.
Note: Shounen-ai
Disclaimers: Kaikan Phrase and the characters you'll be seeing in this fic aren't mine.
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- = Clipped Angel Wings = -
By: scarlet_bliss
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"So we'll see you guys again next week alright?" Towa said with a smile as he unplugged and wrapped his bass with the piece of red velvet lovingly and placed it inside its case. He straightened out and took hold of the case.
"I'll try not to be so late next time." The four men looked to the direction of the couch where Yuki's slender body was. The guitarist went to the panel of light switches and flicked them until the small dim yellow lights illuminated the room.
"Saa, I'm off then you guys. I'm already late for that date as it is. Take care." Santa exclaimed and ran out of the room. Towa smiled at this and walked towards Yuki. Once at the door he turned and said,
"Ja ne, Sakuya-kun, Atsuro-kun. Do take care on your way home."
"See you next week." The purple haired man said and they were out of the studio as well.
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Atsuro continued to look at the now-empty entrance and shook his head and proceeded with packing his guitar up. He saw Sakuya move towards the door and sighed. He heard the doors click and wearily stood up with the guitar case in his hand. He turned towards the door his eyes cast down low and nearly jumped as he heard something break him out of his sullen state.
"You're not leaving this studio until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you, Atsuro." The smaller boy could have sworn that the usual cold- calm voice was laced with warmth and concern. But he shook it away and raised his head slightly to meet Sakuya's gaze only to focus his on the imaginary dust on the doors behind the vocalist.
"It's nothing really Sakuya-kun. I was just a little bit worried about the test I'll be taking tomorrow." Atsuro forced himself to say in his usual happy voice. He saw the imposing man opposite him raise an eyebrow at him and shake his head.
"It's a Sunday tomorrow Atsuro. No classes." The lead singer said nonchalantly. Atsuro mentally cursed and kicked himself for being absent- minded. He had been too caught up in harassing himself mentally that he didn't notice a certain black-haired angel with a long black velvet coat that hung on one arm and is clad in tight black leather pants and body complementing black cotton sleeveless top with a metallic wing printed on the lower left hand side of the shirt towering over him.
"You can't lie to me Atsuro. I won't let you lie to yourself either. Let it go." That was all that was said. The velvet piece of clothing fell to the floor as he gazed into Atsuro's profile. Atsuro, eyes wide, went limp and fell to the floor on his knees. Both hands lay on the floor, preventing his weeping and shaking frame from kissing the carpet.
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Sakuya went down on his knees and gathered the hands that started to pound on the floor to him with one hand and coaxed the red head's body to follow suit with his left.
Atsuro willingly melted into the embrace and cried his fill into Sakuya's chest. The raven-haired musician draped his left hand around the weeping one's back and cradled the latter's head with his right hand. Entangling his hand into the silken crimson mass that laid against his chest, he drew comforting circles along the aggrieved boy's back as he rocked both of them back and forth and crooned a soothing tune to ease Atsuro's pain.
It wasn't long until Atsuro's sobs quieted down into whimpers and the said boy's muscles relaxed under Sakuya's ministrations. As the boy continued to whimper, the vocalist went on with nurturing all of his distress away.
Moments passed until Sakuya noticed that the bundle in his arms no longer shook from crying and was breathing steadily. Despite himself, he let a smile paint his face, dropping the eternal cold mask he always wore in self defense.
Slowly and ever so carefully did he place his left arm around the slumbering heap to prevent it from falling. He reached for his coat on the floor and draped it all over the sleeping boy's frame. Once he was sure that Atsuro was adequately covered from the cold Christmas weather outside the studio he positioned his arms carefully underneath cherry haired boy and took him with him as he stood up.
Atsuro made a little noise of protest deep in his throat and Sakuya took the objecting bundle closer to him and paced out of the studio. And once outside, he asked the studio's maintenance person to hail a cab for him.
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Sakuya watched Atsuro as he slept soundly on his bed. He looked out of the window above the headboard and shook his head.
"You saw it coming and seen it happen. Yet you kept on hanging on." Sakuya whispered to the sleeping boy. He inched closer to the angelic face framed in a soft red mane and brushed away the stray locks obscuring his view of Atsuro's face.
"Keep yourself tight, everything will look up in the morning." Sakuya said as he rose from the bed and turned off the lamp beside his bed and stepped outside the room.
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End of chapter 1. Do let me know what you think. Pairing is still unknown. I'll patch the 2nd chapter as soon as possible thanks!!! ~scarlet_bliss
This fic is dedicated to Bec, Ita-chan, Harlequin Light and Oshin whose kind words inspired me to write this next fic. Hope you guys like this one as well.
Note: Shounen-ai
Disclaimers: Kaikan Phrase and the characters you'll be seeing in this fic aren't mine.
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- = Clipped Angel Wings = -
By: scarlet_bliss
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"So we'll see you guys again next week alright?" Towa said with a smile as he unplugged and wrapped his bass with the piece of red velvet lovingly and placed it inside its case. He straightened out and took hold of the case.
"I'll try not to be so late next time." The four men looked to the direction of the couch where Yuki's slender body was. The guitarist went to the panel of light switches and flicked them until the small dim yellow lights illuminated the room.
"Saa, I'm off then you guys. I'm already late for that date as it is. Take care." Santa exclaimed and ran out of the room. Towa smiled at this and walked towards Yuki. Once at the door he turned and said,
"Ja ne, Sakuya-kun, Atsuro-kun. Do take care on your way home."
"See you next week." The purple haired man said and they were out of the studio as well.
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Atsuro continued to look at the now-empty entrance and shook his head and proceeded with packing his guitar up. He saw Sakuya move towards the door and sighed. He heard the doors click and wearily stood up with the guitar case in his hand. He turned towards the door his eyes cast down low and nearly jumped as he heard something break him out of his sullen state.
"You're not leaving this studio until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you, Atsuro." The smaller boy could have sworn that the usual cold- calm voice was laced with warmth and concern. But he shook it away and raised his head slightly to meet Sakuya's gaze only to focus his on the imaginary dust on the doors behind the vocalist.
"It's nothing really Sakuya-kun. I was just a little bit worried about the test I'll be taking tomorrow." Atsuro forced himself to say in his usual happy voice. He saw the imposing man opposite him raise an eyebrow at him and shake his head.
"It's a Sunday tomorrow Atsuro. No classes." The lead singer said nonchalantly. Atsuro mentally cursed and kicked himself for being absent- minded. He had been too caught up in harassing himself mentally that he didn't notice a certain black-haired angel with a long black velvet coat that hung on one arm and is clad in tight black leather pants and body complementing black cotton sleeveless top with a metallic wing printed on the lower left hand side of the shirt towering over him.
"You can't lie to me Atsuro. I won't let you lie to yourself either. Let it go." That was all that was said. The velvet piece of clothing fell to the floor as he gazed into Atsuro's profile. Atsuro, eyes wide, went limp and fell to the floor on his knees. Both hands lay on the floor, preventing his weeping and shaking frame from kissing the carpet.
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Sakuya went down on his knees and gathered the hands that started to pound on the floor to him with one hand and coaxed the red head's body to follow suit with his left.
Atsuro willingly melted into the embrace and cried his fill into Sakuya's chest. The raven-haired musician draped his left hand around the weeping one's back and cradled the latter's head with his right hand. Entangling his hand into the silken crimson mass that laid against his chest, he drew comforting circles along the aggrieved boy's back as he rocked both of them back and forth and crooned a soothing tune to ease Atsuro's pain.
It wasn't long until Atsuro's sobs quieted down into whimpers and the said boy's muscles relaxed under Sakuya's ministrations. As the boy continued to whimper, the vocalist went on with nurturing all of his distress away.
Moments passed until Sakuya noticed that the bundle in his arms no longer shook from crying and was breathing steadily. Despite himself, he let a smile paint his face, dropping the eternal cold mask he always wore in self defense.
Slowly and ever so carefully did he place his left arm around the slumbering heap to prevent it from falling. He reached for his coat on the floor and draped it all over the sleeping boy's frame. Once he was sure that Atsuro was adequately covered from the cold Christmas weather outside the studio he positioned his arms carefully underneath cherry haired boy and took him with him as he stood up.
Atsuro made a little noise of protest deep in his throat and Sakuya took the objecting bundle closer to him and paced out of the studio. And once outside, he asked the studio's maintenance person to hail a cab for him.
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Sakuya watched Atsuro as he slept soundly on his bed. He looked out of the window above the headboard and shook his head.
"You saw it coming and seen it happen. Yet you kept on hanging on." Sakuya whispered to the sleeping boy. He inched closer to the angelic face framed in a soft red mane and brushed away the stray locks obscuring his view of Atsuro's face.
"Keep yourself tight, everything will look up in the morning." Sakuya said as he rose from the bed and turned off the lamp beside his bed and stepped outside the room.
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End of chapter 1. Do let me know what you think. Pairing is still unknown. I'll patch the 2nd chapter as soon as possible thanks!!! ~scarlet_bliss