Title: Creole
Chapters: Prologue/??
Author: mxtrxofsomer
Genre: romance, angst
Band(s): Alice Nine
Pairing: Tora x Shou
Rating: PG13-R
Warnings: not much
Synopsis: ”circles, they never end”
Notes: Of course, despite being busy I don’t want to leave these two ever. Creativity rarely strikes and when it hits you, there is the necessity to surrender yourself completely. Besides, I miss them!


                                                                                                                                      Chapter 1



The soft linen curtain danced gracefully at the caress of cool morning wind as the strands of faint light streamed through the glass of the opened window, swirling their way in the bright main colours of rainbow. The intricately-woven threads of the sun-bathed fabric lightly brushed against the texture of cotton, messily draped around one uncaring form that was floating somewhere in between consciousness and the last traces of subconscious fantasy.

There were no fluttering of eyelashes and they were wide open – alert, the instant the hazy images of altered reality faded into dusts of another unessential memory. There was a quiet sigh and his calloused fingertips were automatically on his unruly hair, gently massaging his scalp. The scenery remained as it was for at least a minute before his body felt the urge to get up, suddenly feeling a sense of dread when a small movement beside him rocked the mattress where he was lying.

A wave of nausea hit him hard as he sat up, his heart doing several crazy stunts, his eyes settling onto an unexpected sight – a sleeping figure, his sleeping figure, all peaceful and contented. Snaps of recently acquired yet incoherent recollections then started flooding his unprepared mind and he began to understand a small part of the whole. Recognizing the gist of the situation he was in, he sought the security of the thick blanket and the safety of his clothes, searching with his anxious hands. Upon finding the same objects in the exact places where they should be however, he was not sure whether he was relieved or disappointed. Moments later, he caught himself gazing at two pools of translucent eyes, sleepy and wondering but like always, never hopeful.

Watching that expression play on the other’s face made him bite his bottom lip and immediately, as a reaction, both the transparency and wonder disappeared from them like an invisible barrier had stood itself to block their connection and separate the lines of their thoughts. His chest ached at the dissolution of their bond - the only thing that kept their angst bearable, but still, he chose to ignore the obvious disturbances.

“Did I wake you up?” he asked, not out of concern but from the need to say something - to apologize, in the most discreet way that could convey his intended message.

A shake of the other’s head and a forced smile as an answer, it was then enough to lighten the air but not sufficient to hide the sadness lurking behind their disguises, the knowledge rested in silence; this kind of language was theirs and theirs only.

“Do you want to eat breakfast?” he initiated, leading the conversation into something more graspable than the discomfort spreading within the walls of the room, earlier than it should have done. “I can make something before we head out.”

A sincere smile this time, graced the other’s lips and everything was put aside, left forgotten as his perfectly shaped irises sparkled with cheerful normalcy. It was only then that he could approve of himself to feel a little comfort while he still had the chance to claim such rarity. “Yoghurt not tea.”

Hearing the request, he wasn’t at all surprised to find it blunt and almost too childish. In his heart, he had always known that his demeanour suited chocolates and cherries or strawberries and milkshakes better than cocktails and malt tea. A genuine laughter that he couldn’t contain in his own lungs warmed the contours of the wall and melted its edges halfway, allowing him to have a peek of the daylight at a good fair distance. “Right up.”

“Tora,” the other idly mouthed just before he could get out of bed, lifting the covers off himself and sitting up with his face so close to his that they were nearly lips against lips. He stretched his arm and stiffly, with a nervous sigh, he captured his jawbone, softly fingering its sharp outline. “I…”

Tora clasped his fingers around his wrist, stopping the other from rousing the emotions he had been keeping hidden for so long and brought his hand down - away from him, out of his own frustration. He gave his hand a gentle squeeze then pulled him forward so that his face carefully landed on his shoulder. He patted his head, ruffling his brown locks untidily until the other was complaining and squirming away from his grasp. “Look, I’m hungry now okay, so having no reasons doesn’t make up for it.”

“Will black coffee do?” he inquired, looking up, his enthusiastic eyes blaring hotly, enough to burn Tora’s skin without any form of contact. “I’m always better than you at that.”

Circles, they never end and Tora had been one to play along with their hypnotic cycles since forever. Tora had repeatedly thought about the certainty of the time in which he would feel weary; he could already sense it swimming afloat his agitated blood. When would they come to an end, he was the only person who should know but in actuality he didn’t know, and the most frightening question was, would he be strong to accept the long evasive conclusion? Circles were round, and so were his beautiful eyes.

“Shou? I…” he gulped, holding his tongue back before the words could slip any further.

“Morning,” the other stammered back, weakly nodding his head with another put-on smile.

“Yeah… good morning…”

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Endnotes: it has been forever since this one bothered me and unlike the others, this is kinda random. I hope to update this fast though cus the prologue is short cus… basically, it’s just prologue, yea. as usual, comments are huge hearts~~~ <333 thanks so much! And… any encouragement would be nice too~~~

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