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sole_choice) wrote2010-06-28 12:51 am
sole_choice) wrote2010-06-28 12:51 am
08 // Dream
Dream effect: Exhilaration of performing and some dokidoki action and confused feelings following. (The only effect from the moon cycle though is the glitter and his adrenaline/physical state of the dream transferring to his waking self)
Notes/Warnings: Attempted filters from all of the Vongola and from Byakuran, but they were haphazardly put up by a rather frantic Shouichi, so if you wish, they can have failed!It's more fun that way >D Also, blame Byakuran for this one, totally and utterly. (Dream inspired continuation of this one.)
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Shouichi squinted behind his glasses against the bright spotlights as his heart began to pound. The small bar was fairly crowded which was an exhilarating thing to see and hear as Byakuran called out to them and they yelled back.
His fingers strummed the first bar of the music with an ease that only came with practice, setting up the melody for Byakuran's vocals. Neither of them were at a professional level or anything, Shouichi knew that, but he couldn't help feeling like a real rock star up there.
By the end of their set, he was sweating and his stomach was doing back-flips from the nerves, but he was grinning back at the Cheshire cat smile Byakuran was throwing him as they headed back stage again. Every part of him seemed to be thrumming with the music and the applause and adrenaline. When Byakuran threw his arms around him, laughing breathlessly, Shouichi moved before his usually over-active brain could catch up and pressed his lips to the other man's. Lavender eyes flew open wide and a moment later, green ones did too as he realized what he was doing and he jerked away, face on fire. Wh-What was he doing?! THAT WAS HIS BEST FRIEND! And he'd just...! Why had he just done that?! He didn't feel th-that way! Did he? No, no, he didn't (he was fairly sure)!
The sound of the crowd as they began to call for an encore seemed to fade into the background as he stumbled over words of apology and an explanation that he was caught up in the moment. But he was silenced by a pale finger to his lips and a wink, the surprise gone from the other's face. "Let's give them what they want, Shou-chan, and afterward, we'll see what we can do about you, mm~?"
The world spun a bit with the heat that flooded to Shouichi's face anew and Byakuran had to grab him around the wrist and tug him back onstage to a roar of approval. Everything felt like it was a blur as he was prompted for a baseline and his fingers somehow still moved.
As they played out their last song of the encore, he was finally regaining his senses and risked a glance up from his fingers as they played to catch Byakuran's gaze. The look he received back as the man continued to sing along made his face turn crimson again, right there on stage. Hooded eyes, a hand outstretched toward him, a sly smile curling on his lips.......
****
*And Shouichi actually flailed himself out of his bed upon waking, hitting the ground with a loud and painful thud. The Dreamberry remained up on his nightstand, broadcasting the ceiling and the sound of his breathing hard from the ground and out of sight*
Wh-What the... what was that brain?! Nnng....ugh.
*Then there was a sharp gasp of surprise as he suddenly realized about the phone and he scrambled up onto his knees to grab at it and the video swung wildly before focusing on him as he stared into it wide-eyed and without his glasses, t-shirt clinging to him a little with sweat and was he? -- it almost looked like he was covered in glitter as well. He then reached out blindly for his glasses and slipped them on crookedly just to inspect the phone and upon seeing it was on and broadcasting, there was a strangled distraught noise before he shut the feed off hastily. He then began desperately attempting to put some filters in place from of course Byakuran and even more so the Vongola. He didn't want them to get the wrong idea! It was just a stupid dream! This was all Byakuran's fault. ALL OF IT.*
Notes/Warnings: Attempted filters from all of the Vongola and from Byakuran, but they were haphazardly put up by a rather frantic Shouichi, so if you wish, they can have failed!
******
Shouichi squinted behind his glasses against the bright spotlights as his heart began to pound. The small bar was fairly crowded which was an exhilarating thing to see and hear as Byakuran called out to them and they yelled back.
His fingers strummed the first bar of the music with an ease that only came with practice, setting up the melody for Byakuran's vocals. Neither of them were at a professional level or anything, Shouichi knew that, but he couldn't help feeling like a real rock star up there.
By the end of their set, he was sweating and his stomach was doing back-flips from the nerves, but he was grinning back at the Cheshire cat smile Byakuran was throwing him as they headed back stage again. Every part of him seemed to be thrumming with the music and the applause and adrenaline. When Byakuran threw his arms around him, laughing breathlessly, Shouichi moved before his usually over-active brain could catch up and pressed his lips to the other man's. Lavender eyes flew open wide and a moment later, green ones did too as he realized what he was doing and he jerked away, face on fire. Wh-What was he doing?! THAT WAS HIS BEST FRIEND! And he'd just...! Why had he just done that?! He didn't feel th-that way! Did he? No, no, he didn't (he was fairly sure)!
The sound of the crowd as they began to call for an encore seemed to fade into the background as he stumbled over words of apology and an explanation that he was caught up in the moment. But he was silenced by a pale finger to his lips and a wink, the surprise gone from the other's face. "Let's give them what they want, Shou-chan, and afterward, we'll see what we can do about you, mm~?"
The world spun a bit with the heat that flooded to Shouichi's face anew and Byakuran had to grab him around the wrist and tug him back onstage to a roar of approval. Everything felt like it was a blur as he was prompted for a baseline and his fingers somehow still moved.
As they played out their last song of the encore, he was finally regaining his senses and risked a glance up from his fingers as they played to catch Byakuran's gaze. The look he received back as the man continued to sing along made his face turn crimson again, right there on stage. Hooded eyes, a hand outstretched toward him, a sly smile curling on his lips.......
****
*And Shouichi actually flailed himself out of his bed upon waking, hitting the ground with a loud and painful thud. The Dreamberry remained up on his nightstand, broadcasting the ceiling and the sound of his breathing hard from the ground and out of sight*
Wh-What the... what was that brain?! Nnng....ugh.
*Then there was a sharp gasp of surprise as he suddenly realized about the phone and he scrambled up onto his knees to grab at it and the video swung wildly before focusing on him as he stared into it wide-eyed and without his glasses, t-shirt clinging to him a little with sweat and was he? -- it almost looked like he was covered in glitter as well. He then reached out blindly for his glasses and slipped them on crookedly just to inspect the phone and upon seeing it was on and broadcasting, there was a strangled distraught noise before he shut the feed off hastily. He then began desperately attempting to put some filters in place from of course Byakuran and even more so the Vongola. He didn't want them to get the wrong idea! It was just a stupid dream! This was all Byakuran's fault. ALL OF IT.*
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