Silence | 1/1 (Drabble) | AoixRuki
Title: Silence
Chapter: 1/1 [Drabble]
Author: akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairing: AoixRuki
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff
Theme: 022: Isolation - Mika Nakashima @ 50stories
Warnings: Yaoi, possible grammatical errors.
Disclaimer: the GazettE belongs to themselves and, yes, the Almighty PSC. I, well I own this story. It's fiction, meaning IT'S NOT REAL and I'm making no profit from it (except my 15 minutes of fame). Yes, mind that.
Beta: None this time, so beware ^^;
Summary: Times like these, they simply wanted to lay back for a while, put everything-including the entire world-on pause, and just... breathe.
Comment: Fluffeh drabble ahoy! Wrote it pretty quickly (at the office, of all places XDD), and I actually liked how it came out so I decided I just had to share this with you guys. Enjoy :)
Silence
Odd, rare times like these happened sometimes. When the tour was at its peak, when everyone began to wish they were anyone else but the famous band, the GazettE's members. When the burden upon their backs felt twenty times heavier than it had been the first day the tour started. When they just couldn't find anyone who they thought they could talk to about the suffocating feeling that was welling up inside their chests, because they believed no one else understood, not the crew, not their manager, not their parents... especially not their parents.
Times like these, they simply wanted to lay back for a while, put everything-including the entire world-on pause, and just... breathe.
They hardly ever knew where to go or who to talk to, and often resolved to keep it to themselves, and hoped that by the end of the day, when they were left alone to themselves, they wouldn't feel too bad. The flow of the tour and every other activity that were listed in their schedule would usually drive them away from this temporary mild-depression or whatever it was called. And if those didn't, then they could always find the nearest bar and drink, drink and drink, until they couldn't even spell their birthnames correctly.
That being said, the situation was somehow different for Aoi tonight--so different that even he was wondering how on earth he got himself all tangled up with someone instead of being alone and miserable like he should've been. The person he was with was no stranger, but it was still unusual, especially when he thought back on how they had rarely spent time side by side, at least not in the intimate sense. Of course they had had moments when they would sit together and talk, just talk, about things that weren't related to their work--which were scarce, but they found some to talk about anyways. But above all, there was always that: the talking. The searching and thinking about topics and how to respond to them, or how to not run out of things to talk about. It was fun, kind of, but sometimes it could get tiresome as well, because God knows Aoi and Ruki did not share the same sense of humor.
Now, as Aoi sat on his hotel bed, back against the headboard and eyes on the television, he was thinking that it was probably better if they had not tried so hard to find things to talk about. The silence wasn't so bad. The television was doing all the talking and filling up the void that they usually thought they needed to do in order to prevent things from becoming boring. Ruki's head was a comfortable-though slightly numbing-weight upon his shoulder; Ruki's calm breathing was a lulling song, surrounding him. Ruki's slim, white hand was leaning, unmoving upon his chest. Aoi liked to watch how much of a contrast the color of Ruki's skin was against the black t-shirt he was wearing.
And they were not talking at all.
And, Aoi thought, this felt so much better than being able to pour his heart out to someone who would bother listening.
And when, as the clock stroke twenty minutes after 1 a.m., Ruki yawned softly, Aoi thought it was his most awaited moment in weeks-no, months; especially when he leaned down onto the pillow, Ruki's head following, sliding onto his chest. After hours they had spent sitting side by side tonight, the only thing said between them both was the "See you in the morning," Aoi whispered quietly to Ruki, and he thought, he honestly thought, at this rare, peaceful moment, it was enough.
~ THE END ~
A/N: Well, how was it? Hehe.
| Fanfic List | AoixRuki 50stories Project List |
| Drop in your questions & suggestions here |
Chapter: 1/1 [Drabble]
Author: akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairing: AoixRuki
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff
Theme: 022: Isolation - Mika Nakashima @ 50stories
Warnings: Yaoi, possible grammatical errors.
Disclaimer: the GazettE belongs to themselves and, yes, the Almighty PSC. I, well I own this story. It's fiction, meaning IT'S NOT REAL and I'm making no profit from it (except my 15 minutes of fame). Yes, mind that.
Beta: None this time, so beware ^^;
Summary: Times like these, they simply wanted to lay back for a while, put everything-including the entire world-on pause, and just... breathe.
Comment: Fluffeh drabble ahoy! Wrote it pretty quickly (at the office, of all places XDD), and I actually liked how it came out so I decided I just had to share this with you guys. Enjoy :)
Silence
Odd, rare times like these happened sometimes. When the tour was at its peak, when everyone began to wish they were anyone else but the famous band, the GazettE's members. When the burden upon their backs felt twenty times heavier than it had been the first day the tour started. When they just couldn't find anyone who they thought they could talk to about the suffocating feeling that was welling up inside their chests, because they believed no one else understood, not the crew, not their manager, not their parents... especially not their parents.
Times like these, they simply wanted to lay back for a while, put everything-including the entire world-on pause, and just... breathe.
They hardly ever knew where to go or who to talk to, and often resolved to keep it to themselves, and hoped that by the end of the day, when they were left alone to themselves, they wouldn't feel too bad. The flow of the tour and every other activity that were listed in their schedule would usually drive them away from this temporary mild-depression or whatever it was called. And if those didn't, then they could always find the nearest bar and drink, drink and drink, until they couldn't even spell their birthnames correctly.
That being said, the situation was somehow different for Aoi tonight--so different that even he was wondering how on earth he got himself all tangled up with someone instead of being alone and miserable like he should've been. The person he was with was no stranger, but it was still unusual, especially when he thought back on how they had rarely spent time side by side, at least not in the intimate sense. Of course they had had moments when they would sit together and talk, just talk, about things that weren't related to their work--which were scarce, but they found some to talk about anyways. But above all, there was always that: the talking. The searching and thinking about topics and how to respond to them, or how to not run out of things to talk about. It was fun, kind of, but sometimes it could get tiresome as well, because God knows Aoi and Ruki did not share the same sense of humor.
Now, as Aoi sat on his hotel bed, back against the headboard and eyes on the television, he was thinking that it was probably better if they had not tried so hard to find things to talk about. The silence wasn't so bad. The television was doing all the talking and filling up the void that they usually thought they needed to do in order to prevent things from becoming boring. Ruki's head was a comfortable-though slightly numbing-weight upon his shoulder; Ruki's calm breathing was a lulling song, surrounding him. Ruki's slim, white hand was leaning, unmoving upon his chest. Aoi liked to watch how much of a contrast the color of Ruki's skin was against the black t-shirt he was wearing.
And they were not talking at all.
And, Aoi thought, this felt so much better than being able to pour his heart out to someone who would bother listening.
And when, as the clock stroke twenty minutes after 1 a.m., Ruki yawned softly, Aoi thought it was his most awaited moment in weeks-no, months; especially when he leaned down onto the pillow, Ruki's head following, sliding onto his chest. After hours they had spent sitting side by side tonight, the only thing said between them both was the "See you in the morning," Aoi whispered quietly to Ruki, and he thought, he honestly thought, at this rare, peaceful moment, it was enough.
~ THE END ~
A/N: Well, how was it? Hehe.
| Fanfic List | AoixRuki 50stories Project List |
| Drop in your questions & suggestions here |