Free! Oneshots

Punk AU! Rin x Nitori

Singer(and Guitar player)!Rin x Fan!Nitori
"Nagisa, look at Shark Week's new video!" Nitori smiled, as he saw the music video uploaded on YouTube.

"Nitori, I don't get why you like that red head so much. If anything the tall brunette is something," Nagisa sighed, slipping his My Chemical Romance shirt on over his head.

"At least they're not American. I honestly can't understand how you can like, that music in another language."

"Don't talk about my babies that way!" Nagisa gasped, offended.

Nitori rolled his eyes, and turned his attention back to the screen. His big blue eyes were glued to the moving figures; his attention constantly fixed on the singing red head. Rin Matsouka was his name. To say Nitori was crushing on him, wouldn't begin to explain the feelings he had for his idol. Rin had saved Nitori's life, even if he didn't know he did.

"No way," Nitori whispered.

He had accidentally clicked a link that took him to the band's home page. On the screen was tour dates, in a list. He scanned the cities listed, and his heart stopped when he saw Iwatobi listed, for tonight. There was only two tickets left.

"NAGISA, WHERE'S MY CREDIT CARD?!" Nitori yelled, quickly trying to buy tickets.

"I don't know," his room mate replied, removing an earbud.

"Ah crap, where is it?" he searched desperately, but by the time he found his credit card, all of the tickets had sold out.

"N-no, what? THIS CAN'T HAPPEN! I WAS GOING TO MEET THE BAND THAT SAVED MY LIFE!" Nitori screamed. Tears escaped his eyes.

"Nitori... I'm sorry. I know that sucks," Nagisa told the heartbroken boy, "I'll never get to see my bands live, they rarely travel out of America and Europe. When they do, it's to Tokyo, and I can't afford to travel there."

"Yeah. I, I might get a new piercing," Nitori said, changing the subject, "I was thinking maybe a septum, or medusa piercing."

"You'd look cute with a septum piercing," Nagisa nodded.

"Thanks, I'm leaving now," Nitori bounced to his feet. If he couldn't get tickets, he might as well stick some more metal in his face.

He walked down the street, with his head down. He was still really upset about not being able to see Shark Week live. The wind rushed past him, and he snuggled closer into his jacket. It was getting cold in Iwatobi. He regretted not bringing a heavier jacket.

"What do you mean we can't do the interview?! We can't do that. We promised the fans," a light voice said in the distance. It seemed, oddly familiar.

"Rin won't be happy," the voice said again.

Nitori rounded the corner, to see what was up, when he bumped straight into a large figure.

"Sasabe, I'll call you back alright? Bye," the figure turned. His bright green eyes flashed in alarm when he saw Nitori sprawled an out on the ground.

"Ahh, ah, I'm so sorry! Can I help you up? Are you hurt?" the man asked worriedly.

It hit Nitori once he saw the man's face.

"M-Makoto Tachibana?" He asked astonished.

"You're a fan?" the man, Makoto, asked, and he helped Nitori up.

"Yeah. I really love your music. Oh my god you're Makoto Tachibana," the smaller of the pair said. His blue eyes were teary, not from his sore bum, but from seeing one of his idols in real life.

"Yup, that's me! Are you coming to the show tonight?"

"I can't. I tried to get tickets but they were sold out by the time I flung my credit card," Nitori admitted sheepishly.

"Well, I'll get you in. If it's not too much trouble can you help me navigate this city?"

"Y-yes of corse!"

*~*~*~*~*

So Nitori showed Makoto all around Iwatobi. Even though his is where Shark Week was founded, it seems Makoto had forgotten about this small town.

"This is the venue, thank you so much for the tickets, I, I can't believe it. I'm seeing you guys live," Nitori smiled, staring at the paper in between his fingers.

"If you want, you can stay and watch us practice," Makoto offered, smiling.

"C-can I?" Nitori's eyes sparkled.

Makoto nodded his head, smiling. His pierced lower lip was curled into a smile. Nitori held his breath and walked in the doors.

"Oi, Makoto what took so long," a familiar voice called.

Nitori's breath hitched and tears welled in his eyes. It was Rin. Right there, in front of him. His maroon eyes were even more beautiful in real life. His dark leather jacket was perched on his shoulders, and his black skinny jeans were on just tight enough to drive Nitori mad.

"Who's the kid?" Rin asked, his voice low.

"This is uh, I don't believe you've told me your name," Makoto replied, patting Nitori's shoulders.

"Aiichiro Nitori," his voice was soft, as if he were a lost child. Anxiety filled his lungs, and overtook his brain. It was Rin Matsouka. What if he were to make a fool out of himself? What if Rin didn't like the way he dressed, or the fact that he was in love with him? What if he kicked him out? Before Nitori knew it he was having a full out anxiety attack. His breathing was labored, and his head was spinning. Tears welled in his eyes. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go. This wasn't the was supposed to meet the people who kept him alive.

"Hey, are you alright?" Makoto asked, with soft eyes. Nitori forced a nod, as a soft sob escaped his chapped lips.

"What's wrong? You can tell me."

"S-sorry I'm just having an anxiety attack, I should go. I'm probably disturbing your sound check or practice or-"

"Makoto get him some water," Rin cut off Nitori.

"O-okay," Makoto shot back one more worried glance, before walking over to the bar.

"Oi, kid, what's got you all worked up?"

"I don't know," Nitori replied looking away.

"That's crap, now what's wrong?"

"I'm afraid you won't like me. You saved my life, and my brain's making all of these connections, and my brain won't shut up, and-"

"Breathe," Rin commanded, patting Nitori's back gently. Nitori nodded and complied.

Makoto returned with a glass of water, and Nitori finally calmed down.

"You good?" Rin asked softly.

"Yeah, I'm alright."

"Okay, then boys, let's start our sound check," Rin clapped his hands, signaling everyone to come together.

Nitori just sat there, calming his pounding heart. It was a effort made in vain because his heart was leaping out of his chest the moment Rin started singing.

"I love that man," Nitori whispered to himself.

"Oi kid," Rin called from the stage, "You know My Chemical Romance?"

"Yeah, my friend loves them, why?"

"We're going to cover one of their songs tonight, which is your favorite?"

"Uh, The Sharpest Lives. That's the only song I know by them since it's Nagisa's favorite-"

"Well it rains and it pours when you're out on your own," Rin began to sing that song.

Nitori sat in astonishment, and wandered closer to the stage. Smirking, Rin grabbed his wrist, and pulled him up on stage beside him.

"You know, you're pretty cute," Rin mentioned, not letting go of Nitori's wrist.

"Wha-"

Rin kissed him. It was short, and it was soft, almost like it didn't happen.

"R-Rin I-" Nitori began, flustered.

"You're mine now."

Let's just say, that was the best day of Nitori's life, ever.