This is a fanfic written for the 30kisses community on Livejournal, where I have claimed Katou/Setsuna. Written for the theme Our Distance and That Person.
I do not own Angel Sanctuary, it is the brain child of Kaori Yuki. Nor did I make the 30 themes list. Enjoy!
Setsuna didn't like coming to places like this. It wasn't that the smoke hung so thickly in the air; he smoked occasionally himself. It wasn't the booze that was passed around so easily (though, he did get kind of ticked when a man who was a little too drunk spilled his alcohol on him). The drugs didn't bother him too much either, though they made him a little uncomfortable.
It was how everyone was crammed so tightly into a small room. You could smell the body odour on the people. They pushed, they shoved, they rammed into you and considered it normal. Of course, one could always stand against the back wall to avoid them, but then you couldn't see the stage quite as well.
However, when Setsuna was with Kira, most people – with the exception of those who didn't know better – didn't jostle them. It was because of Kira that he was there in the first place.
The venue that Katou was to perform at was more crowded than most of the other places he had been at, the few times that he meant. It seemed that Katou's band – The Betrayed – had made quite a name for themselves in the underground. Katou had asked Kira to come, confident that this would be one of his best shows, and Kira, in turn, invited Setsuna.
Kira disliked having his two best friends hate each other. Of course, he knew both Setsuna and Katou well, and was well aware that out of the two of them, Setsuna would be the most likely to drop the grudge and offer the arm of friendship to Katou. He had brought Setsuna to show him Katou in his true passion, the Katou most people, including Setsuna, had never seen before. The Katou completely enthralled in his passion, in his love. Not the drugs, or the fights or picking on Setsuna. The music. Kira had seen it often enough. He had seen Katou perform a few times, and every time he was always amazed at how the Katou on stage was so much different than the one off.
When The Betrayed came on stage, the crowd cheered louder than any of the other bands who had been on so far. Once the music started, they started moshing harder than the had previously.
Setsuna didn't notice however. He was watching Katou, wearing his leather vest with nothing underneath, and a pair of leather pants. He was completely focussed, completely consumed with what he was doing. He didn't have the clouded, high look in his eyes, and his body was slowly becoming slick with sweat. His lips were so close to the microphone, that it was almost as though he was going to kiss it.
Setsuna watched from near the back of the crowd, seeing Katou truly for the first time.
He felt somewhat numb, realizing for the first time that they weren't too far away from one another, that they might almost be the same.
Then he was brought back to reality. Katou was far, far away from him. The drugs, the violence.
Setsuna wished to bring Katou closer to him. Wished to bring Katou closer to he and Kira.
But the crowd was wild, uncontrollable, and would probably never be tame. Setsuna would never be able to get through that crowd.
Con crit more than welcome. Flames will be mocked.