Sidewalk Karaoke Shot - 1/1 - AoiXRuki, RukiXAoi
Title: Sidewalk Karaoke Shot
Chapter: 1/1 (oneshot)
Author: akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: AoiXRuki
Theme: 001: Ain’t Afraid to Die - Dir en Grey @ 50stories
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff
Warnings: Unbeta-ed mistakes, as always.
Disclaimers: I only own my funky brain and the amusing ideas it spews on daily basis.
Summary: Beyond Uruha’s expectation, the day turned out quite interesting as he sat there and became the witness of two lovers quarreling: one was trying his best to apologize while the other was trying his best to feign ignorance.
Comments: Inspired by a beverage commercial in the local TV and presented with an adorable theme song: David Cook - Always be My Baby (trust me, you’ll find the song to be VERY significant in the story XDDDD), this is a story in which Aoi and Ruki FINALLY got into a fight XD
Written in Uruha’s view and Uruha-muse always makes interesting stories. And and and! Koron makes his *cute* first appearance!
Thus, I’m back with the fluff so everyone please, sit down and enjoy :)
Sidewalk Karaoke Shot
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“Ruki, would you please sit down?” Uruha sighed, staring half-bored, half-desperate at his friend, “You’re making a hole on the rug.”
When Ruki turned his face at him, Uruha didn’t feel that much intimidated like he knew Ruki would want him to feel, with that particular glare he was aiming at Uruha; and he really wasn’t exaggerating with what he had said, because it did seem like the rug-the few inches of it that Ruki had been treading on for the last twenty minutes, especially-had just emitted smoke. Another minute of Ruki trudging back and forth on that spot would cause the apartment a serious fire-and who else but Uruha that the world should trust in the matter of forecasting misfortunes? Ironic as it may seem, but most of his guessing had been proven correct, up till now.
“Don’t you tell me what to do, Uruha!” thus was Ruki’s irritated reply; Uruha merely shrugged. Mentally he swore he could see the tips of Ruki’s hair curl-must be from the heat that his head was emanating; who knows, the next thing he knew Ruki might be puffing smoke from his ears?
Koron, the poor little black Chihuahua that knew nothing of the complicated human issues and intrigues, hid further into Uruha’s arms and quivered slightly. Pitying the poor pet, Uruha held it and rubbed its head. To what purpose the heavens were torturing an innocent creature-to have given it such a peculiar master-Uruha had no idea.
“That idiot, thinking he could get away with his mistakes this time… Hah! He should think again, then,” another complaint came out again from the vocalist’s mouth. Uruha sighed again, secretly; he thought it simply had been enough to listen to the same old whining for two hours straight, but to tell Ruki that would clearly be suicide. “Stood me up all night long in the cold… and what was he doing instead?”
“Went drinking with Reita,” Uruha continued lazily, “Yes, Ruki, you’ve kindly informed me that for…” He lifted a hand, doing the count, “… the eighteenth time already.”
Ruki huffed-and it looked like he was quite ready to bite Uruha’s head off his neck. Uruha cuddled Koron closer to his chest, somehow knowing that together they might be safer; Ruki couldn’t be killing his beloved pet and favorite best friend in the same time now, could he?
“It was COLD, Uruha!” Ruki argued, insistently making his point.
“Yes, I know. But it’s not like you really had to be waiting outside the whole time.”
“Well, I thought he’d be coming to pick me up soon, so I waited there!”
“After an hour it should’ve been obvious, you know…”
“Four hours, Uruha!”
“You said three before.”
“What fucking ever! My point is, he was as late as hell and it wasn’t the least amusing when he finally came, drunk and stumbling his way like an ass, and why the heck are you taking his side?”
Uruha shrugged. “I’m not taking sides, Ruki. You’re both just as stupid-“
Ruki glared at him pointedly: death was clearly written in his eyes.
“-I mean, you’re both just… lack the communication, that’s all,” Uruha corrected himself (better be safe than dead), “Why didn’t you just call him, then?”
“I DID!!” Ruki was practically screaming now, “I tried calling him until my battery ran out!”
Looking at his friend-who was practically bouncing on his heels in agitation-worried that, at any moment now, Ruki would explode to pieces, Uruha finally subdued. “Okay, okay, he’s an ass, Ruki,” he said, “But is it really necessary to shut him off for a whole week? And he did say he’s sorry…”
At that, Ruki laughed bitterly. “Well, I just don’t think he’s sorry enough.”
The doorbell rang and nearly everyone in the room jumped, while Koron squeaked and scurried off from Uruha’s hold. The little black dog fled to Ruki’s room-probably having faced too much horror that would last it one whole dog’s lifetime-and didn’t reappear; it was for the puppy’s own wellbeing, Uruha supposed, wondering if it would be best if he followed Koron and hid with it.
When Ruki got up and strutted to the kitchen, came back with a knife in his hand, Uruha just had to ask: “Ruki, what is THAT for?”
Ruki gave an as-a-matter-of-fact look towards Uruha, answering: “To kill my idiotic boyfriend-in case that’s him on the door.”
Knowing just how screwed up the GazettE would be without their second guitarist and possibly even their vocalist (one being murdered and the other being the murderer); Uruha hurried off his seat and followed Ruki to the front door.
He suppressed a groan. Not once in his prayers had he ever asked to be Ruki’s neighbor, to be the only one Ruki would run to whenever the vocalist encountered troubles and such. Uruha was a good friend-so he considered himself as-and he’d listen to whatever his companions had had to complain about in what they thought to be their miserable lives; but Ruki… well, Ruki was a different case. Ruki was helpless-his stubbornness made him so. Ruki was a spoiled, whiny little bitch when he was upset; and most of the times Uruha didn’t think he had enough patience to deal with him.
But it turned out fate was a funny little guy, and he loved toying around with Uruha’s nerves. So now, here he was, three blocks away from his own apartment, being the good friend and neighbor; fidgeting behind Ruki’s back, praying for the safety of whoever it was standing behind Ruki’s front door now.
Ruki opened the door a bit roughly, and at that instant, they found a confused and rather horrified looking boy standing there, practically shrinking under Ruki’s glare (and the glint of the knife aimed at him). At the sight, Uruha sighed in relief.
“Yes?” Ruki lowered his weapon.
“Umm… excuse me…” the boy looked up, frightened, “Matsumoto Takanori-san?”
“That would be me,” Ruki answered.
“I’m… I’m…” Quivering-almost pissing his own pants, Uruha believed-the boy held up a large bouquet of flowers that he had been hiding behind his back. “I’m here to deliver this,” he said, “That’s all.”
Once Ruki took the bouquet from the boy, in a quite amazing speed the boy ran away from the spot, and reached the end of the alley quicker than Ruki was able to say “Wait”. Both Uruha and Ruki craned their necks to see where the boy had disappeared to; Uruha heard Ruki mumble, “How did that kid get up here? Who opened the lobby door for him?”
Of course, Uruha had an idea of who it was that was responsible for letting the boy up to Ruki’s door. They all had duplicates of each others’ keys, but Uruha could think of only one guy who would go through such troubles for Ruki; anyhow it was only moments ago that they had been talking about that specific guy. The bouquet-that contained big, fully bloomed red roses and tiny white flowers that Uruha knew not of their name-said more than enough; and when Ruki dug out a card from somewhere inside the bouquet and read it, Uruha’s conviction was proven accurate.
Uruha simply stood back and smirked in silence when Ruki’s face turned from a frown, to a blushing red bun, and back to a stubborn frown-although, to Uruha’s amusement, there was still that red nuance, clearly visible tinting those cheeks. The card was then tossed aside, Ruki strutting back into his living room, murmuring something Uruha couldn’t hear. Uruha picked up the card from the floor before his feet, and read the writing on it.
“Please forgive me, Ruki, Sweetie…
It’s too hard, and I don’t know how to go on if you keep ignoring me like this.
I’m sorry, please give me another chance.
I really miss you, Love…
A.”
Uruha wanted to laugh at the cheesiness of the whole method (and the choice of words Ruki’s unexpectedly-corny boyfriend had picked to write in the card), but he knew better than to do that; so instead he placed the card safely on top of the nearest shelf, held down a snicker in his throat, and followed Ruki who had found a place where he could croon to himself on the sofa. He couldn’t hold back his grin, though, when he found Ruki’s face was almost as red as the roses in the bouquet, on the table, in front of the little guy.
“Say one word and I’ll castrate you,” Ruki mumbled.
Uruha laughed, inevitably, but then shut his mouth, made a gesture of zipping it closed with his hand, and just stared at the sulking little ball of the GazettE’s vocalist-oh, if only their fans could see Ruki now…
“Shut up!” Ruki threw a pillow from the sofa he was sitting on towards him.
“But I didn’t say a word!” Uruha protested, catching the pillow easily before it hit his face.
“But your eyes are talking.”
“Do you want me to shut my eyes too?”
“Just shut up.”
Uruha smiled. “At least put them in a vase or something.”
But Ruki only pouted, looked away and curled further into his pathetic pose, so Uruha sighed and grabbed the large bouquet from the table and made his way to the kitchen to find something appropriate to place it. He found a vase, big enough to fit in all the flowers; he made sure to fill it with water before he put the flowers inside the glass container. “Why is he being so stubborn? I think it’s awfully romantic,” he murmured to himself, admiring the flowers in all their glory, and picked the vase and carried it with him back into the living room.
Uruha was placing the vase on the table when a shrilling tone was heard-Ruki’s cell phone. To his confusion, Ruki left the phone ringing, neglected. The song continued for several more seconds, reverberating throughout the room, before the phone finally went silent.
“Why didn’t you pick it up?” Uruha asked, taking a seat right next to Ruki. The vocalist kept his back to Uruha, and Uruha, inevitably, felt tempted to stick a fork through Ruki’s back-it’s a creepy idea but Uruha thought somehow the man beside him looked like a giant meatball.
“It’s probably just him again,” Ruki answered-and just as he finished answering, the phone rang again, only this time a shorter tune. “And that, I believe, is him, too, sending me another one of his stupid, cheesy apology-mails,” Ruki continued.
Uruha pouted in thought; never had it occurred in his mind that Ruki could be this stubborn. Sure Ruki had suffered, and sure, Uruha also thought Ruki’s boyfriend was one heck of a moron to have left his lover in the middle of a blizzard when he had promised to pick him up; but would it not be wiser to, at least, give the guy a chance to talk? A day or two of this punishment would’ve been enough, but no; apparently Ruki had his ego stuck up in his ass to not even be able to listen to his own boyfriend.
Not asking for the owner’s permission, Uruha reached for the phone that was lying on the table, and he checked the mail. Indeed it was Mr. Cheesy-and to Uruha’s surprise, Ruki’s inbox was actually filled with mails from none other but him.
“Did you get the flowers? I know it’s never going to be enough. But I’m really sorry, Ru… I swear I won’t ever do the same mistake again. Pick up my call, Sweetie. Please, talk to me again…”
Each and every mail was crammed with countless words of apology-Uruha read them one by one. How could Ruki not be touched by all these? It was obvious from the earliest message just how desperate this guy was, how helpless he was without Ruki. If Uruha hadn’t known the guy for as long as he had, he would’ve been overly shocked to find out that a person like him could ever do all this: beg for someone else’s mercy. But a relationship changes a person-so Uruha had been told. If only the idiom applied to Ruki also, things would’ve been much easier; problems would’ve been solved much faster.
The phone rang again when it was still in Uruha’s grip: another mail.
”Yo, Ruki, seriously… give your man a chance. It’s not entirely his fault anyways; I took part in it too. He already told me he had to pick you up but I delayed him. Just forgive him, okay?”
Uruha felt his brows arch up to his forehead. “Ruki, this is from Reita,” he informed the smaller man beside him.
Ruki only shrugged it off, digging his face deep into the armrest of the sofa.
“Ruki, come on…” Uruha sighed, “Reply to him. One call-okay, one mail wouldn’t hurt you, would it?”
Again, Ruki gave no satisfying response but a faint “I don’t want to”-muffled by the cushions he’d been savoring at the moment. So Uruha then looked for his own phone, retrieving it from his pocket and then he dialed.
“Yeah?” the voice on the other end of the line answered.
“Hey, Rei, he’s not going to budge,” Uruha mumbled to the phone.
“The flowers?”
“They’ve arrived, but didn’t seem to impress him much.”
“I’m here, you know,” Ruki groaned from his hideout, “If you meant to be discreet then it’s not working too well.”
Uruha ignored him; he really didn’t care if Ruki listened. After all, this dispute between Ruki and his lover was becoming childish-childish mostly in Ruki’s part, because Ruki tried to act like he didn’t want to forgive and forget, and he kept exaggerating something that could’ve been a small matter. Uruha hated it when problems extended to a level that was simply pointless; hated it when someone feigning ignorance when it was damn obvious just how terribly he needed his lover. Yes, in Ruki’s case, it was so clear… otherwise he wouldn’t have kept all those mails in his phone, not erased them instead.
“Uruha,” said Reita on the phone, suddenly, “When I say now, get Ruki and drag him to the window-do whatever you think is necessary, just make sure you get him there. The curtain’s opened, right?”
“Yeah, but what are you up to?”
“You’ll see. I think our Casanova here has gone way overboard. Whatever happens, just know that I have absolutely no part in it.”
“What do you mean-“
“Are you ready, dude?” Reita asked-but it didn’t seem the question was appointed to Uruha; Reita must’ve been with someone.
Excited, Uruha got up from the sofa and ran to the window; and down there Reita was, standing on the sidewalk across the road… with Ruki’s boyfriend by his side. Unable to hold himself, urged by the sight he saw, Uruha shouted: “OH MY GOD!!!”
Something rustled behind Uruha: Ruki; and the vocalist asked what the matter was.
“Ruki, you really HAVE to see this!” Uruha squealed.
“Not yet, Uruha!!” Reita yelled on the phone, but the guy beside him patted his shoulder and Uruha could hear him say “Okay, I’m ready” on the phone he was holding.
Uruha saw Reita look up, making an “OK” gesture with his hand, and with that, the bassist hung up his phone. By that time, Ruki had already approached Uruha and, impatiently, Uruha pulled him closer to the window.
The next minute was awfully hilarious-Uruha felt like being splintered to two when he had to decide what to watch first. Down there was Ruki’s lover (and Reita, hiding behind a lamp pole from probably the ultimate embarrassment of his life), almost completely naked save for a black boxer to hide his most private areas; an amplifier by his side that was broadcasting a song-a very corny song, Uruha might add, although sweet nonetheless-that he was singing to. He was singing so damn loud onto the microphone he was carrying, and without a doubt, successfully attracting a bunch of people around him to stop and watch.
And when Uruha shifted his sight to his side, he found a deeply blushing Ruki-the look on his face was just precious. His eyes were as wide as saucers and Uruha thought his jaw could drop from his face any second now; Uruha also thought that Ruki had stopped breathing and it wouldn’t be long before he fainted. Somewhere amongst that awed expression, he did look like he was suffocating.
But Ruki didn’t faint; instead, he ran so quickly crossing his living room, forgetting even his shoes when he sprinted out of the apartment. Uruha could hear him shouting “Aoi, you crazy bastard!!!” that, he believed, was heard also by everyone who lived in the same floor. Laughing, Uruha followed him-he definitely did NOT want to miss this.
“You’ll always be a part of me
I’m part of you indefinitely
Boy, don’t you know you can’t escape me
Ooh Darling, ‘cause you’ll always be my baby…”
Uruha entered the elevator, laughing all the way to the ground floor, and, when he got outside the building, he found that Ruki was already across the road. Aoi was still singing, making the silliest declamation that guy had ever managed to do and Uruha could understand Ruki’s urge to shut him up and make him stop moving so stupidly. Uruha also understood why Ruki panicked and why he thought it was necessary to cover Aoi’s body as much as he could. Aoi definitely had gained the whole block’s attention and Uruha didn’t even know how to start counting the number of pairs of eyes staring at him at the moment-whether it was to stare at a love struck idiot making a total fool of himself or to stare at a guy with an awesome body exposed for free, Uruha hadn’t any idea.
“And we’ll linger on
Time can’t erase a feeling this strong
No way, you’re never going to shake me
Ooh Darling, ‘cause you’ll always be my baby…”
Standing there, crossing his arms on his chest, Uruha shouted, topping the noises of the crowd: “Just forgive him already, Ruki!!”
Currently busy wrapping his own jacket around Aoi’s waist, Ruki looked over his shoulder to Uruha-and Uruha nodded at him, encouraging him to just end the matter right then and there. With how far and how much Aoi had humiliated himself it should’ve been clear that he was beyond desperate to have to live and breathe without Ruki; inarguably Uruha knew Aoi would even jump off the thirtieth floor of a building for Ruki’s forgiveness, if only Ruki asked for it.
Looking aside, Uruha met Reita’s eyes and they both grinned at each other. Reita raised a thumb up and Uruha laughed, shaking his head when he returned to watch the couple, only to find that they were hugging and kissing now despite the situation and location. Amusingly, some of the people ‘awww’-ed at the scene; as if it was a drama show they were watching, taking place before their very own eyes.
Thus, the problem ended. And as for the moment, Uruha could only pray that neither of them was going to get arrested for causing a public commotion and a rather awful traffic jam in the area.
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A/N:
· I hope you get to find the song somewhere... I forgot to upload it for you guys XD Sorry *bows*
· I laughed while I was writing; I hope it is amusing for you guys too.
My 50stories AoiXRuki project list is here
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Chapter: 1/1 (oneshot)
Author: akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: AoiXRuki
Theme: 001: Ain’t Afraid to Die - Dir en Grey @ 50stories
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff
Warnings: Unbeta-ed mistakes, as always.
Disclaimers: I only own my funky brain and the amusing ideas it spews on daily basis.
Summary: Beyond Uruha’s expectation, the day turned out quite interesting as he sat there and became the witness of two lovers quarreling: one was trying his best to apologize while the other was trying his best to feign ignorance.
Comments: Inspired by a beverage commercial in the local TV and presented with an adorable theme song: David Cook - Always be My Baby (trust me, you’ll find the song to be VERY significant in the story XDDDD), this is a story in which Aoi and Ruki FINALLY got into a fight XD
Written in Uruha’s view and Uruha-muse always makes interesting stories. And and and! Koron makes his *cute* first appearance!
Thus, I’m back with the fluff so everyone please, sit down and enjoy :)
Sidewalk Karaoke Shot
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“Ruki, would you please sit down?” Uruha sighed, staring half-bored, half-desperate at his friend, “You’re making a hole on the rug.”
When Ruki turned his face at him, Uruha didn’t feel that much intimidated like he knew Ruki would want him to feel, with that particular glare he was aiming at Uruha; and he really wasn’t exaggerating with what he had said, because it did seem like the rug-the few inches of it that Ruki had been treading on for the last twenty minutes, especially-had just emitted smoke. Another minute of Ruki trudging back and forth on that spot would cause the apartment a serious fire-and who else but Uruha that the world should trust in the matter of forecasting misfortunes? Ironic as it may seem, but most of his guessing had been proven correct, up till now.
“Don’t you tell me what to do, Uruha!” thus was Ruki’s irritated reply; Uruha merely shrugged. Mentally he swore he could see the tips of Ruki’s hair curl-must be from the heat that his head was emanating; who knows, the next thing he knew Ruki might be puffing smoke from his ears?
Koron, the poor little black Chihuahua that knew nothing of the complicated human issues and intrigues, hid further into Uruha’s arms and quivered slightly. Pitying the poor pet, Uruha held it and rubbed its head. To what purpose the heavens were torturing an innocent creature-to have given it such a peculiar master-Uruha had no idea.
“That idiot, thinking he could get away with his mistakes this time… Hah! He should think again, then,” another complaint came out again from the vocalist’s mouth. Uruha sighed again, secretly; he thought it simply had been enough to listen to the same old whining for two hours straight, but to tell Ruki that would clearly be suicide. “Stood me up all night long in the cold… and what was he doing instead?”
“Went drinking with Reita,” Uruha continued lazily, “Yes, Ruki, you’ve kindly informed me that for…” He lifted a hand, doing the count, “… the eighteenth time already.”
Ruki huffed-and it looked like he was quite ready to bite Uruha’s head off his neck. Uruha cuddled Koron closer to his chest, somehow knowing that together they might be safer; Ruki couldn’t be killing his beloved pet and favorite best friend in the same time now, could he?
“It was COLD, Uruha!” Ruki argued, insistently making his point.
“Yes, I know. But it’s not like you really had to be waiting outside the whole time.”
“Well, I thought he’d be coming to pick me up soon, so I waited there!”
“After an hour it should’ve been obvious, you know…”
“Four hours, Uruha!”
“You said three before.”
“What fucking ever! My point is, he was as late as hell and it wasn’t the least amusing when he finally came, drunk and stumbling his way like an ass, and why the heck are you taking his side?”
Uruha shrugged. “I’m not taking sides, Ruki. You’re both just as stupid-“
Ruki glared at him pointedly: death was clearly written in his eyes.
“-I mean, you’re both just… lack the communication, that’s all,” Uruha corrected himself (better be safe than dead), “Why didn’t you just call him, then?”
“I DID!!” Ruki was practically screaming now, “I tried calling him until my battery ran out!”
Looking at his friend-who was practically bouncing on his heels in agitation-worried that, at any moment now, Ruki would explode to pieces, Uruha finally subdued. “Okay, okay, he’s an ass, Ruki,” he said, “But is it really necessary to shut him off for a whole week? And he did say he’s sorry…”
At that, Ruki laughed bitterly. “Well, I just don’t think he’s sorry enough.”
The doorbell rang and nearly everyone in the room jumped, while Koron squeaked and scurried off from Uruha’s hold. The little black dog fled to Ruki’s room-probably having faced too much horror that would last it one whole dog’s lifetime-and didn’t reappear; it was for the puppy’s own wellbeing, Uruha supposed, wondering if it would be best if he followed Koron and hid with it.
When Ruki got up and strutted to the kitchen, came back with a knife in his hand, Uruha just had to ask: “Ruki, what is THAT for?”
Ruki gave an as-a-matter-of-fact look towards Uruha, answering: “To kill my idiotic boyfriend-in case that’s him on the door.”
Knowing just how screwed up the GazettE would be without their second guitarist and possibly even their vocalist (one being murdered and the other being the murderer); Uruha hurried off his seat and followed Ruki to the front door.
He suppressed a groan. Not once in his prayers had he ever asked to be Ruki’s neighbor, to be the only one Ruki would run to whenever the vocalist encountered troubles and such. Uruha was a good friend-so he considered himself as-and he’d listen to whatever his companions had had to complain about in what they thought to be their miserable lives; but Ruki… well, Ruki was a different case. Ruki was helpless-his stubbornness made him so. Ruki was a spoiled, whiny little bitch when he was upset; and most of the times Uruha didn’t think he had enough patience to deal with him.
But it turned out fate was a funny little guy, and he loved toying around with Uruha’s nerves. So now, here he was, three blocks away from his own apartment, being the good friend and neighbor; fidgeting behind Ruki’s back, praying for the safety of whoever it was standing behind Ruki’s front door now.
Ruki opened the door a bit roughly, and at that instant, they found a confused and rather horrified looking boy standing there, practically shrinking under Ruki’s glare (and the glint of the knife aimed at him). At the sight, Uruha sighed in relief.
“Yes?” Ruki lowered his weapon.
“Umm… excuse me…” the boy looked up, frightened, “Matsumoto Takanori-san?”
“That would be me,” Ruki answered.
“I’m… I’m…” Quivering-almost pissing his own pants, Uruha believed-the boy held up a large bouquet of flowers that he had been hiding behind his back. “I’m here to deliver this,” he said, “That’s all.”
Once Ruki took the bouquet from the boy, in a quite amazing speed the boy ran away from the spot, and reached the end of the alley quicker than Ruki was able to say “Wait”. Both Uruha and Ruki craned their necks to see where the boy had disappeared to; Uruha heard Ruki mumble, “How did that kid get up here? Who opened the lobby door for him?”
Of course, Uruha had an idea of who it was that was responsible for letting the boy up to Ruki’s door. They all had duplicates of each others’ keys, but Uruha could think of only one guy who would go through such troubles for Ruki; anyhow it was only moments ago that they had been talking about that specific guy. The bouquet-that contained big, fully bloomed red roses and tiny white flowers that Uruha knew not of their name-said more than enough; and when Ruki dug out a card from somewhere inside the bouquet and read it, Uruha’s conviction was proven accurate.
Uruha simply stood back and smirked in silence when Ruki’s face turned from a frown, to a blushing red bun, and back to a stubborn frown-although, to Uruha’s amusement, there was still that red nuance, clearly visible tinting those cheeks. The card was then tossed aside, Ruki strutting back into his living room, murmuring something Uruha couldn’t hear. Uruha picked up the card from the floor before his feet, and read the writing on it.
“Please forgive me, Ruki, Sweetie…
It’s too hard, and I don’t know how to go on if you keep ignoring me like this.
I’m sorry, please give me another chance.
I really miss you, Love…
A.”
Uruha wanted to laugh at the cheesiness of the whole method (and the choice of words Ruki’s unexpectedly-corny boyfriend had picked to write in the card), but he knew better than to do that; so instead he placed the card safely on top of the nearest shelf, held down a snicker in his throat, and followed Ruki who had found a place where he could croon to himself on the sofa. He couldn’t hold back his grin, though, when he found Ruki’s face was almost as red as the roses in the bouquet, on the table, in front of the little guy.
“Say one word and I’ll castrate you,” Ruki mumbled.
Uruha laughed, inevitably, but then shut his mouth, made a gesture of zipping it closed with his hand, and just stared at the sulking little ball of the GazettE’s vocalist-oh, if only their fans could see Ruki now…
“Shut up!” Ruki threw a pillow from the sofa he was sitting on towards him.
“But I didn’t say a word!” Uruha protested, catching the pillow easily before it hit his face.
“But your eyes are talking.”
“Do you want me to shut my eyes too?”
“Just shut up.”
Uruha smiled. “At least put them in a vase or something.”
But Ruki only pouted, looked away and curled further into his pathetic pose, so Uruha sighed and grabbed the large bouquet from the table and made his way to the kitchen to find something appropriate to place it. He found a vase, big enough to fit in all the flowers; he made sure to fill it with water before he put the flowers inside the glass container. “Why is he being so stubborn? I think it’s awfully romantic,” he murmured to himself, admiring the flowers in all their glory, and picked the vase and carried it with him back into the living room.
Uruha was placing the vase on the table when a shrilling tone was heard-Ruki’s cell phone. To his confusion, Ruki left the phone ringing, neglected. The song continued for several more seconds, reverberating throughout the room, before the phone finally went silent.
“Why didn’t you pick it up?” Uruha asked, taking a seat right next to Ruki. The vocalist kept his back to Uruha, and Uruha, inevitably, felt tempted to stick a fork through Ruki’s back-it’s a creepy idea but Uruha thought somehow the man beside him looked like a giant meatball.
“It’s probably just him again,” Ruki answered-and just as he finished answering, the phone rang again, only this time a shorter tune. “And that, I believe, is him, too, sending me another one of his stupid, cheesy apology-mails,” Ruki continued.
Uruha pouted in thought; never had it occurred in his mind that Ruki could be this stubborn. Sure Ruki had suffered, and sure, Uruha also thought Ruki’s boyfriend was one heck of a moron to have left his lover in the middle of a blizzard when he had promised to pick him up; but would it not be wiser to, at least, give the guy a chance to talk? A day or two of this punishment would’ve been enough, but no; apparently Ruki had his ego stuck up in his ass to not even be able to listen to his own boyfriend.
Not asking for the owner’s permission, Uruha reached for the phone that was lying on the table, and he checked the mail. Indeed it was Mr. Cheesy-and to Uruha’s surprise, Ruki’s inbox was actually filled with mails from none other but him.
“Did you get the flowers? I know it’s never going to be enough. But I’m really sorry, Ru… I swear I won’t ever do the same mistake again. Pick up my call, Sweetie. Please, talk to me again…”
Each and every mail was crammed with countless words of apology-Uruha read them one by one. How could Ruki not be touched by all these? It was obvious from the earliest message just how desperate this guy was, how helpless he was without Ruki. If Uruha hadn’t known the guy for as long as he had, he would’ve been overly shocked to find out that a person like him could ever do all this: beg for someone else’s mercy. But a relationship changes a person-so Uruha had been told. If only the idiom applied to Ruki also, things would’ve been much easier; problems would’ve been solved much faster.
The phone rang again when it was still in Uruha’s grip: another mail.
”Yo, Ruki, seriously… give your man a chance. It’s not entirely his fault anyways; I took part in it too. He already told me he had to pick you up but I delayed him. Just forgive him, okay?”
Uruha felt his brows arch up to his forehead. “Ruki, this is from Reita,” he informed the smaller man beside him.
Ruki only shrugged it off, digging his face deep into the armrest of the sofa.
“Ruki, come on…” Uruha sighed, “Reply to him. One call-okay, one mail wouldn’t hurt you, would it?”
Again, Ruki gave no satisfying response but a faint “I don’t want to”-muffled by the cushions he’d been savoring at the moment. So Uruha then looked for his own phone, retrieving it from his pocket and then he dialed.
“Yeah?” the voice on the other end of the line answered.
“Hey, Rei, he’s not going to budge,” Uruha mumbled to the phone.
“The flowers?”
“They’ve arrived, but didn’t seem to impress him much.”
“I’m here, you know,” Ruki groaned from his hideout, “If you meant to be discreet then it’s not working too well.”
Uruha ignored him; he really didn’t care if Ruki listened. After all, this dispute between Ruki and his lover was becoming childish-childish mostly in Ruki’s part, because Ruki tried to act like he didn’t want to forgive and forget, and he kept exaggerating something that could’ve been a small matter. Uruha hated it when problems extended to a level that was simply pointless; hated it when someone feigning ignorance when it was damn obvious just how terribly he needed his lover. Yes, in Ruki’s case, it was so clear… otherwise he wouldn’t have kept all those mails in his phone, not erased them instead.
“Uruha,” said Reita on the phone, suddenly, “When I say now, get Ruki and drag him to the window-do whatever you think is necessary, just make sure you get him there. The curtain’s opened, right?”
“Yeah, but what are you up to?”
“You’ll see. I think our Casanova here has gone way overboard. Whatever happens, just know that I have absolutely no part in it.”
“What do you mean-“
“Are you ready, dude?” Reita asked-but it didn’t seem the question was appointed to Uruha; Reita must’ve been with someone.
Excited, Uruha got up from the sofa and ran to the window; and down there Reita was, standing on the sidewalk across the road… with Ruki’s boyfriend by his side. Unable to hold himself, urged by the sight he saw, Uruha shouted: “OH MY GOD!!!”
Something rustled behind Uruha: Ruki; and the vocalist asked what the matter was.
“Ruki, you really HAVE to see this!” Uruha squealed.
“Not yet, Uruha!!” Reita yelled on the phone, but the guy beside him patted his shoulder and Uruha could hear him say “Okay, I’m ready” on the phone he was holding.
Uruha saw Reita look up, making an “OK” gesture with his hand, and with that, the bassist hung up his phone. By that time, Ruki had already approached Uruha and, impatiently, Uruha pulled him closer to the window.
The next minute was awfully hilarious-Uruha felt like being splintered to two when he had to decide what to watch first. Down there was Ruki’s lover (and Reita, hiding behind a lamp pole from probably the ultimate embarrassment of his life), almost completely naked save for a black boxer to hide his most private areas; an amplifier by his side that was broadcasting a song-a very corny song, Uruha might add, although sweet nonetheless-that he was singing to. He was singing so damn loud onto the microphone he was carrying, and without a doubt, successfully attracting a bunch of people around him to stop and watch.
And when Uruha shifted his sight to his side, he found a deeply blushing Ruki-the look on his face was just precious. His eyes were as wide as saucers and Uruha thought his jaw could drop from his face any second now; Uruha also thought that Ruki had stopped breathing and it wouldn’t be long before he fainted. Somewhere amongst that awed expression, he did look like he was suffocating.
But Ruki didn’t faint; instead, he ran so quickly crossing his living room, forgetting even his shoes when he sprinted out of the apartment. Uruha could hear him shouting “Aoi, you crazy bastard!!!” that, he believed, was heard also by everyone who lived in the same floor. Laughing, Uruha followed him-he definitely did NOT want to miss this.
“You’ll always be a part of me
I’m part of you indefinitely
Boy, don’t you know you can’t escape me
Ooh Darling, ‘cause you’ll always be my baby…”
Uruha entered the elevator, laughing all the way to the ground floor, and, when he got outside the building, he found that Ruki was already across the road. Aoi was still singing, making the silliest declamation that guy had ever managed to do and Uruha could understand Ruki’s urge to shut him up and make him stop moving so stupidly. Uruha also understood why Ruki panicked and why he thought it was necessary to cover Aoi’s body as much as he could. Aoi definitely had gained the whole block’s attention and Uruha didn’t even know how to start counting the number of pairs of eyes staring at him at the moment-whether it was to stare at a love struck idiot making a total fool of himself or to stare at a guy with an awesome body exposed for free, Uruha hadn’t any idea.
“And we’ll linger on
Time can’t erase a feeling this strong
No way, you’re never going to shake me
Ooh Darling, ‘cause you’ll always be my baby…”
Standing there, crossing his arms on his chest, Uruha shouted, topping the noises of the crowd: “Just forgive him already, Ruki!!”
Currently busy wrapping his own jacket around Aoi’s waist, Ruki looked over his shoulder to Uruha-and Uruha nodded at him, encouraging him to just end the matter right then and there. With how far and how much Aoi had humiliated himself it should’ve been clear that he was beyond desperate to have to live and breathe without Ruki; inarguably Uruha knew Aoi would even jump off the thirtieth floor of a building for Ruki’s forgiveness, if only Ruki asked for it.
Looking aside, Uruha met Reita’s eyes and they both grinned at each other. Reita raised a thumb up and Uruha laughed, shaking his head when he returned to watch the couple, only to find that they were hugging and kissing now despite the situation and location. Amusingly, some of the people ‘awww’-ed at the scene; as if it was a drama show they were watching, taking place before their very own eyes.
Thus, the problem ended. And as for the moment, Uruha could only pray that neither of them was going to get arrested for causing a public commotion and a rather awful traffic jam in the area.
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A/N:
· I hope you get to find the song somewhere... I forgot to upload it for you guys XD Sorry *bows*
· I laughed while I was writing; I hope it is amusing for you guys too.
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