A simple story (49/50)
Title: A simple story (49/50)
Author: merumaru
Theme: #49 - Ugly
Rating: R to be safe
Pairing: Uruha (Gazette) x Shinya (Dir en grey)
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. I wish I do
Comments: Hohoho… two more to go… wah.. it had been a very long ride… O_O Constructive criticisms are welcomed. Shinya’s POV
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Accident , Alcohol , Amusement , Angel , Anger , Attraction , Autumn/Fall, Beauty , Blood , Book , Cake, Candle , Chocolate , Cold , Death , Denial , Depression , Dream , Family , Fear , Forest , Greed , Happy , Hate , Holiday/Vacation , Home , Hot , Jealousy , Love , Lust , Monster , Morning, Mountain, Music , Ocean , Rain , Sad , Separation , Ship , Sickness , Sleep , Song , Spring , Snow , Strawberry , Summer , Thirst , Travel
I felt him holding my hand in his warm and firm grasp. It comforted me. At least we are facing this together. A hand on my shoulder made me look up, staring at the calm face of Kaoru, the leader which we can always depend on. A grin from a beloved redhead did little to calm the nerves in my stomach but it was appreciated. Ruki gave us a thumbs up while Kyo just smirked at us. We are not facing this just by the two of us. But as ten of us. As two groups. As a close group of friends. I never felt more touched than now. Knowing that our friends are backing us. That we have their support.
“Let’s go”
I nodded at Uruha as we slowly made our way out, followed by our band members. Reita waved at us from his seat in front of the drums, his bass hanging idly from his shoulder. This is a potentially ugly situation. Will we be booed out of stage? Will they throw things at us? Will they call us names? Will they boycott us? Oh my god. What have we done? Uruha stood at the centre of the stage, our band members flanking us, me standing behind Uruha, eyes closed, half hidden by him. I do not want to face them. Our loyal fans. Will they feel betrayed by us? Will our love be turned into something ugly, something hideous, something so wrong? I never felt more afraid in my life.
I heard whispers. Voices. A person calling out softly. Another followed. Chanting. Louder and louder. Peeking over Uruha’s shoulder, I almost fell backwards in shock. I was overwhelmed. Turning to look at Kaoru, he too smiled at me. Am I dreaming? Uruha squeezed my hand, him turning to smile at me. Pulling me to stand by his side, we stared out at the ocean of people. Our band members sitting on the pedestal of the drum sets behind us, all of us exchanging wide grins. I felt tears blurring my eyes, Uruha reaching to wipe away the stray tears. The screams got louder. Chanting louder. He smiled wider, pulling me close against him. Can it get any louder? A chaste kiss was pressed on my lips, me smiling up at him. I guess it can get louder.
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