Prompt: 082 ~ Fan May 2011©
Fandom: Alice Nine
Focus: Hiroto x Chisa
Word Count: 1,247
Fandom: Alice Nine
Focus: Hiroto x Chisa
Word Count: 1,247
It was perfectly normal for anyone to be a fan of the GazettE.
It was absolutely fine that millions of girls world-wide had hopeless and all consuming crushes on the undeniably attractive musicians, expected even.
It was no surprise that everyone connected to PSC looked up to them; it was practically mandatory to do so. Hiroto himself was hugely guilty on this count, having admired the band long before he ever set foot inside PSC headquarters, let alone gotten his very own contract with the label.
He perfectly understood that the GazettE was a band well worth obsessing over, and he was most certainly fine with that. Completely and totally. Almost.
The only thing that Hiroto would have been forced to admit he hated about the GazettE’s overwhelming popularity was the unrelenting extent to which it reached. And the fact that it reached his girlfriend.
Chisa was a huge Gaze fan, a Sixth Gun to the core. She’d said a thousand times over that of course Alice Nine was her favorite band, but Hiroto knew for a fact that she had twice as many GazettE songs on her ipod than she had by Alice. Regardless of the fact that the GazettE simply had twice as many songs as Alice Nine did, Hiroto could only pout at Chisa’s unabashed and unfaltering adoration of his Sempai.
It was annoying.
Every single time a GazettE song came up on the radio, or an MV or Live came up on TV, Chisa would unfailingly turn her big brown eyes towards it and watch and listen dreamily with full focus for at least thirty seconds before she could even be reminded that the real world actually existed. And equally unfailing was her happy expression, a bright and eager smile that came out only when the GazettE was brought up in conversation.
Hiroto was usually able to remain stoic during Chisa’s fangirling spasms, but on one alive could have called his expression 'happy'. Usually the little fangirling fits passed quickly, but sometimes they were drawn out over a longer period. It was the worst when the GazettE was planning on holding a concert in hometown Tokyo, because Chisa always wanted to go.
The concert was all that she would talk about for a week before the event, even if she couldn’t actually go. If some Alice schedule coincided, she would always make it clear that her boys were her first priority, but she would still chatter on wistfully about the Gaze Concert.
Hiroto had never once seen Chisa go through any sort of really fangirlly fit over any of Alice Nine’s activities, save for the occasional new song live performance. None of her Alice reactions however, compared at all to the ridiculously exuberant squeals and the oppressively giddy glee that described Chisa at the moment as she looked over her bright and shiny backstage passes to the GazettE concert coming up in less than three days.
Saga, oh stupid Saga, had gotten all of Alice Nine and their closest friends tickets to the GazettE’s concert through the friendship he and Tora shared with Reita. Supposedly the invitation had been Kitty’s idea, but Hiroto was of the opinion that bassists were just idiots. Hiroto wasn’t the only one that should have wanted the GazettE’s concert to be inaccessible to the girls of Alice Nine’s close company. Chisa wasn’t the only girlfriend with a crush on a Gaze member. Saga’s sweet and shameless Yuuki was even more of an apparent Gaze fangirl than Chisa.
That Saga had gotten them all tickets was simply ridiculous.
“Nee, nee, Hiroto-kun!” Chisa chirped as she looked over every detail of her passes yet again, “You’re coming too, right? Saga-san got enough for all of us!”
Hiroto grumbled incoherently. At his feet his fluffy little dog scrabbled around for attention, trying to distract his owner from his distressing thoughts. It was a valiant effort, one that Hiroto ignored utterly.
“Ah, Mogu-kun!” Chisa cooed, sprawled out on the couch in Hiroto’s apartment. She rolled over so that she was lying on her stomach as she reached out to pet the adorable Pomeranian. “You want to come too, don’t you, baby?”
“I don’t get why you’re so excited about it,” Hiroto grumbled, shooing his dog away with his foot.
“I don’t get why you’re not excited,” Chisa countered.
Hiroto responded with the incoherent growl he’d picked up from Tora. Chisa didn’t seem to notice his malcontent. With Mogu out of reach she flipped onto her back again and looked up at Alice Nine’s young guitarist. “I mean, sure, you get to see them play and practice all the time, but still! There’s just something different about a concert, especially one this big! The whole vibe is just so different!”
“It’s not that different,” Hiroto mumbled, knowing full well that she was absolutely right.
“Oh, come on. You of all people should know! You only smile in front of anyone that's not a part of Alice when you’re on stage for a big show! It’s totally different!”
When Hiroto gave no sign of a reaction, Chisa shrugged and went back to staring at her backstage pass. VIP seating, full back stage access; it practically sparkled in her hands.
“I’m keeping this forever,” she announced to Mogu as the dog managed to get around Hiroto to sniff at Chisa’s elbow.
“You never keep any Alice tickets,” Hiroto complained before he could stop himself. He knew that the comment was petty and obviously jealous, but it had come out before Hiroto’s mind had really processed how whiny it sounded.
Chisa just laughed, rolling over to sit up. “That’s because I never get any Alice tickets! When I walk in with the band . . . they seem kind of unnecessary.”
Staring at her blankly, Hiroto tried to apply that rationalization to Chisa’s behavior.
“You know, the girls and I were talking about it a while ago,” Chisa was saying as Hiroto only half listened. “You guys make it very hard for us to fangirl over you. We never get any stupid memorabilia or gaudy paraphernalia to fangirl over! And all the useful Alice Nine stuff we have, like shirts and jewelry and whatnot, is already so worked into our wardrobes that it isn’t really special anymore. Like, I’ve only got one Gaze shirt, so when I wear it out places it’s special and I get all fangirlly because it’s my only one!”
“So if I buy you ten million Gaze tees you won’t go crazy over them anymore?” Hiroto asked, considering the possibility. He was an internationally renowned rockstar; he could afford something like that easily enough.
Chisa shrugged. “Not over the GazettE at least. I’d probably move on to ViViD.”
“Why?” Hiroto demanded.
“Because I’m a fangirl, and that’s what I do,” she replied simply. “Besides, your little Kohai are pretty darn adorable.”
As Hiroto huffed again, Chisa came to curl up on his lap in the lounge chair set squarely before the television. Stealing the remote from her guitarist, Chisa pounded in a quick command to take her to the program she would never let herself miss.
“The Cross Game special?” Hiroto asked, puzzled, as he watched himself tap out the opening bars to the song in question. “How’d you know this would be on? They aren’t even really supposed to show it at all. . .”
Chisa smiled at him, her eyes never leaving the screen as her boys showed their stuff.
“I may be a fan of a lot of different things,” she explained, “But Alice Nine will always be my bias.”