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08 March 2009 @ 03:54 am
[fanfic] The Nabe of Love  
Title: The Nabe of Love
Author: tokyorockstar
Characters/Pairing: Shou/Saga
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary:
A while later, the pot began bubbling, and the room was filled with a delicious aroma.
Disclaimer:
I don't own them but yeah they own my soul 8D
Notes:
Nabe = Japanese hot pot. Inspired by Saga's little drama during CROSS GAME recording. And because there's not enough shouxsaga! They're my OTP, what to do :P





Tapping his foot impatiently, Shou glanced at the clock. They had been gone for over two hours and he was tempted to give Nao a call.

“Don’t worry,” Tora’s voice floated over from the other side of the room. “I’m sure he’s okay.”

Shou sighed. Saga had suddenly passed out in the middle of their studio recording, sending their manager into a frenzy and putting all recording work on hold. While Saga had recovered about five minutes later on the couch, insisting he was fine, their manager had dragged him off to the hospital for a check-up, with Nao following close behind. Tora and Hiroto had proceeded to record their solo parts, and Shou, who was done for the day, was left to wait.

Just then, the door swung open and Nao came in, unzipping his jacket.

“What did the doctors say?” Hiroto asked immediately.

“He’ll be fine. Just a bit of malnutrition and escalated stress from working too hard, I guess,” Nao said, sounding almost regretful. “He’s gone home for the day but he says he will come in for rehearsal tomorrow.”

“Can he really make it tomorrow?” Tora asked with a note of concern in his voice. “Maybe he should take a day off or something.”

“The manager suggested that too,” Nao said. “But Saga said he’ll feel better working instead of lying in bed all day.” He glanced around at his fellow bandmates. “And, I just feel that as the leader I have to say this – I mean, I know we’re all adults – but could you guys do me a favour and just keep an eye on him, especially during lunch? The doctor says it’s more important for him to eat properly, especially for the next week, so that his body gets back on track and he doesn’t pass out again.”

“Of course,” Shou replied. “You don’t even have to ask.”

*

Saga sauntered through the double doors into the rehearsal room the next day, dressed casually in slim cut black pants, black boots, a v-neck indigo shirt and a dark grey cardigan. A large pair of shades perched on his nose, covering most of his face, but his skin appeared pale and only accentuated his slim face. He looked like the usual, dressed-down Saga – only even thinner.

Everyone looked at him in concern but did not say anything.

“Hey guys,” he said casually, dropping his large shoulder bag on one of the folding chairs and heading over to the equipment stand.

“Feeling better?” Nao piped up cheerfully from behind the drums.

“Yeah, it’s all good,” Saga said, picking up his bass. He glanced around the room briefly, the shades masking any possible expression, and was silent for a moment.

“Sorry about yesterday, guys,” he said finally.

“Don’t worry about it!” Hiroto was the first to reply. He flashed a bright grin. “The most important thing is that you’re okay!”

Tora nodded, but Shou remained silent. It wasn’t the first time Saga has displayed such fatigues of malnutrition, and Shou knew better than anyone else that Saga was always the most concerned with his image. It was difficult, he knew, having been labeled as the sexy bassist of the band right from the beginning, and while he knew that it was important to maintain one’s image as part of the deal of being famous, Shou wanted Saga to know that he was more beautiful than he thought he was, and that his health was more important than anything.

The rehearsal passed with relative smoothness, everyone focused on getting the sound right and hardly any mention of Saga’s fainting incident was brought up again.

They paused for a late lunch, and an assistant brought in packed bento lunches for them as they gathered around a small table in the resting room.

Saga lifted his chopsticks, but paused when he felt four pairs of eyes on him. He glanced up and his bandmates quickly tried to turn their gaze away. A smile broke out on his face, and he let out a laugh to ease the tension.

“Guys, I’m fine, seriously,” he said, biting into a slice of pickle with relish. He munched for a few seconds. “I’m totally going to finish this up!”

Hiroto laughed. “Sorry,” he said, sounding a little sheepish. “I guess we’re just a bit worried.”

Nao began talking about some really bad bento he had had while on tour, and everyone began chatting amiably. Before they resumed their rehearsal, Saga excused himself to the washroom.

About ten minutes later, when he still hadn’t returned, Shou began to feel a little worried.

“Nao, I’m going to the washroom. I’ll be back in a minute.”

No further words were said, but everyone knew what Shou was thinking. Nao simply nodded, and Shou quickly left the room, making his way to the restroom which was just down the corridor.

It wasn’t as if he really thought Saga was doing anything hurtful to himself like throwing up, but then again Saga could be very private at times. Reaching the restroom, he pushed the door open, hoping he wouldn’t find Saga locking himself up in a cubicle – or, worse still, unconscious again.

He stepped in and to his surprise, Saga was standing in front of the sink, simply standing and staring at his reflection.

Saga caught sight of Shou in the reflection and appeared slightly startled. “Oh, sorry, I was just about to get back,” he said hastily. He rinsed his hands quickly and then turned around, pasting a smile on his face, heading towards the door, but Shou blocked it.

“Saga-kun,” Shou spoke softly. Concern echoed deeply in his voice and in his eyes. “Is there anything wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Saga said.

“Saga.” Shou hated to sound like a berating teacher, but Saga was his friend, and meant a lot to him. He looked Saga in the eye. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. But I just want you to know that I think you look beautiful always.”

Saga blinked, unsure of how to respond to the statement that just came from the other man. He always liked Shou; Shou was one of the sweetest and purest guys he had ever met. He was more than a band mate – Shou had always been a very good friend to him. He didn’t want to draw him into his moody side and make him worry over Saga’s own petty problems with his image and self-consciousness.

“Thank you,” Saga said quietly. He flashed him a quick smile.

“Let’s go back to rehearsal.”

*
A few days later…

“Done at last!” Hiroto said, stretching. The band had just wrapped up yet another magazine photoshoot and were all walking along the parking lot, preparing to leave.

“Say, anyone want to go for drinks?” Nao said. “We have the day off tomorrow.”

“Ooh, sounds like fun, count me in!” Hiroto replied enthusiastically.

“Oh, but Saga, I’m afraid you’re not invited,” Nao said mischievously. Saga raised his brows. “You need to go home and put yourself to bed, okay? The doctor said no alcohol for a week.”

“Fine, fine,” Saga said, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance. He gave Nao a good-natured shove.

Nao turned to Tora and grinned. “How about you, Tora? You hardly ever join us for drinks.”

“Well,” Tora said, debating for a moment. “Okay.”

“Tora-san is coming too?! Awesome!” Hiroto said, seemingly more energetic by the second. “Shou-kun? You coming?”

Shou looked at Nao and Hiroto’s eager faces. He was certain they would have a good time together, but he had other plans on his mind.

“Oh… I think I will pass,” he said with a polite smile. “I feel like going home early today.”

Hiroto pouted. “Oh, fine, be a bad sport.” He grabbed his bag and threw his free arm around Nao, walking ahead, with Tora following behind somewhat awkwardly.

“Well,” Saga said after a moment. “I guess I’ll head home. See you on Monday.” He pushed his shades up his nose and gave a nod.

“Saga, wait!” Shou said. He took a few large strides to catch up with the other man.

“Um…” he bit his lip, trying to think of the best way to phrase his sentence. “A-are you doing anything tonight?”

Saga shrugged. “Not really, just heading home.”

“Ah. Well, I was wondering, if you would mind if I came over for a little bit?” Shou asked, trying to sound cool and casual, but his nervous voice betrayed him. Inviting himself over to Saga’s place certainly required some guts.

He couldn’t read Saga’s expression from behind those enormous shades, as usual, but Saga appeared a little surprised. He thought for a moment then gave a casual tilt of his head.

“Sure, I suppose you could. What do you have in mind?”

“Oh, I was planning to, um, bring you some dinner,” Shou said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. Damn it, grow up! It’s not the first time you’re hanging out at his place, stop sounding like a little boy! “You see, uh, my mom sent me some food from back home. It’s enough for an army.”

“Is that so?” Saga said, a bemused smile forming on his lips. “Well, I’m always up for free food. Call me when you’re on your way then.”

“Okay!”

*

“Wow,” Saga said about an hour later. He stared at the coffee table in the living room of his one-room apartment, which was presently covered with a plastic table cloth and filled with all sorts of food. “So which was the food your mom sent? This all looks pretty… fresh.”

Shou looked up from the nabe he was setting up and blushed slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

“Okay so I sort of lied,” he admitted. After they had parted, he hadn’t gone home – in fact, his mom had never sent him food of any sort. Instead he had gone straight to the supermarket near Saga’s house and bought a selection of vegetables, rice vermicelli, shrimps, mushrooms, beef and rice cake for a Japanese hot pot.

“But hey, it looks pretty good, doesn’t it?” Shou had arranged all the raw food expertly on large dishes he borrowed from Saga’s kitchen cupboards.

“It does.”

Saga, looking amused, took a seat on the futon. Shou handed him a bowl, a raw egg and a pair of chopsticks. A while later, the pot began bubbling, and the room was filled with a delicious aroma.

Saga took a sip of the soup and sighed in relish. “Shou, this broth is excellent! How did you flavour it?”

“You like it?” Shou looked delighted. He began adding more vegetables into the pot. “It’s a family recipe. I flavoured it with seaweed, crab and a bit of soymilk.”

“Well, it’s really good,” Saga said. He looked at the nabe, seeming satisfied. “To be honest, I haven’t had nabe in a long while, so this is great.” He glanced at Shou, whose face was looking slightly pink, possibly from the hot pot.

“So… where did you get this idea from?”

“Huh?” Shou blinked, looking confused for a moment.

“Having nabe at my place.”

“Oh.” Shou fidgeted for a bit before setting his chopsticks down.

“I just… um, well, felt like having nabe with you? And besides… nabe’s are actually a really great source of nutrition. I got you a lot of different types of vegetables, and those mushrooms are supposedly really good for your health. Oh, and I also didn’t add any packaged flavourings to the soup…” Shou rambled for a bit, all the while staring into his bowl.

Saga looked at the man across the table. It moved him to know that Shou did this all for him, and he knew this was Shou’s way of trying to get him to eat better and recover faster. And because Shou was special to him, everything he did meant to Saga more than he would know.

Unable to help himself, especially after the silent feuds with his reflection for the past few weeks that had caused him to avoid eating and ultimately collapse, Saga’s chest felt as though it were about to burst with emotion. He scooted over next to Shou.

“Hey,” he said softly, when he was sitting right next to Shou, so close their shoulder blades touched.

Shou looked nervous, but he bit his lip and looked bravely at Saga’s face, all the while his huge eyes blinking rapidly. In one swift motion Saga had wrapped his arms around him and pulled Shou close to his chest, locking him in an embrace.

Momentarily stunned, Shou’s mind clicked when the delicate scent of Saga’s cologne floated to his nose. Slowly, he returned the embrace, his arms wrapping around Saga’s waist gently. Saga felt so thin and fragile in his arms, Shou was afraid he would hurt him if held any tighter.

Arigatou.” Saga murmured, his voice cracking just a little.

“Saga-kun, are you okay?” Shou asked softly, voice slightly muffled in Saga’s shoulder.

“I will be,” Saga whispered back. He closed his eyes, feeling Shou and only Shou’s presence in his arms. His insides felt warm, but Saga knew it was not only because of the nabe.


A/N:
I am currently incapable of anything except cheesy fluff, lol, sorry. I hope you enjoyed it anyway XD; If you want angst... well, here's a bit of pimpin' for my other shouxsaga fic, Rainy Day, which I wrote a while back :P





 
 
 
verensyll on March 7th, 2009 08:05 pm (UTC)
I.LOVE.IT. 8D It's very good; I like how they're all so adult-like and you gave them quite a realistic personality. Yes, I love this very very much. x3 Good job! *thumbs up* If you're up for a sequel or anything, I'd be delighted to read it!

...btw, can you spare me some more details about Saga's drama during CROSS GAME's recording? I seem to know nothing about it. *shame* ^^;
tokyorockstar on March 7th, 2009 08:46 pm (UTC)
oh, the drama i'm talking about was the incident when Saga actually collapsed during the recording of Cross Game.

thanks, i'm glad you liked it :D
black_hime91 on March 7th, 2009 08:20 pm (UTC)
That was great :D I like your writing style and the story´s very cute too <3
Sometimes, fluff is just fine *__*
tokyorockstar on March 7th, 2009 08:47 pm (UTC)
thank you very much XD
doralice_29 on March 7th, 2009 08:48 pm (UTC)
SEQUEL!!!!!

please? *puppy eyes* X3
tokyorockstar on March 8th, 2009 09:58 am (UTC)
haha i'm glad you liked it XD
.........a sequel? lol didn't expect that one but umm... let's see XD;
doralice_29 on March 8th, 2009 10:03 am (UTC)
awww pretty please? X3 *pouts*
annapeace on March 8th, 2009 03:12 am (UTC)
They are so cuuuuute ~

AND I love that Shou managed to use soymilk in nabe. Family recipe my ass, he just likes the soymilk, lol!
tokyorockstar on March 8th, 2009 09:59 am (UTC)
LOL i just HAD to put soymilk somewhere into the story... and actually when i was googling for nabe pics, i did find soymilk nabe recipes XD so they do exist! hahahaha
aya_rockz on March 8th, 2009 05:12 am (UTC)
nyawww~~ So cuuuute........
Shou's so sweet~
and........ I wanna know what happen next~~~
would u continue? XDD
tokyorockstar on March 8th, 2009 10:00 am (UTC)
haha thanks :)
umm i guess it's meant to be a stand-alone but we'll see...XD
telleo on March 8th, 2009 02:28 pm (UTC)
AWW! THIS IS SO ADORABLEEEE! :DD
They're so cute! And yeah, i agree, there aren't nearly enough Shou x Saga fics around D:
tiger_eyes90 on March 9th, 2009 08:19 pm (UTC)
aww soo sweet

saga needs to eat

im telling you if i ever meet him im shoving a burger down his throat

XD
uchihacarol on June 9th, 2009 08:45 pm (UTC)
so cute!
*O*
adorable....i loved! XD
and i almost had a heart attack when i saw your template *O*
the GazettE trully gorgeous!
XD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
yousei_ranka on June 9th, 2013 09:37 pm (UTC)
just found this today when I was googling some ShouxSaga xDDD

and OMG!!! I loooooooove this!!! Especially with Shou being all gentleman and caring toward Sagacchi, way too sweet!!! (>////<)