Something Unfixable - 1/1 - AoiXRuki, RukiXAoi
Title: Something Unfixable
Chapter: 1/1
Author:
akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: AoiXRuki
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Drama, angst
Warnings: None.
Disclaimers: As much as I want to keep 'em in my room as love pets own them, I can't. *sighs*
Summary: "Hey, Aoi." The said man reacted but a little: his head jerked slightly-causing his hair to swing a bit to the back-and his hand shifted away from his forehead, but that was it. He didn't even turn his face to look at whoever had mentioned his name.
Comments: Yes, well... 897 words. Does that count as a drabble? I don't know. It could be a one shot if you'd like to think of it as that. And uhm... This was just something that came up in my brain and needed to be written down.
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Here in his hand was a glass of brown-ish liquid with some ice cubes in it; the liquid swayed and the ice cubes clinked against the glass as he walked and pushed through the crowds, one direction in particular. His eyes had never left that spot, not even for the shortest minute tonight, and he had decided he should give it a shot. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he feared it would be. Reaching the place where one man was sitting-his long, black hair draping down covering his face and his right hand was propping his forehead-Ruki sat on the chair right next to him. The new, filled glass was placed right next to an already emptied one on the table.
"Hey," he said, softly, hoping that amidst these noises he could be heard, "Aoi."
The said man reacted but a little: his head jerked slightly-causing his hair to swing a bit to the back-and his hand shifted away from his forehead, but that was it. He didn't even turn his face to look at whoever had mentioned his name.
As much as it bothered Ruki, deep inside, he swallowed it in and smiled, nevertheless. "Here, my treat." He shoved the new glass under Aoi's nose, and watching as the man took a look at the glass and then grasped it with one hand, Ruki had an unexplainably good feeling that maybe he hadn't screwed up-not too much, at least, if Aoi would still accept something from him. Maybe another apology could do it this time; maybe tonight he could come home feeling a little bit better.
"How are you feeling, Aoi?" Ruki asked, and oh... how he wished then that he had never asked. Ever.
Because then, with the slowest, most intense movement ever, Aoi turned his face to finally look at Ruki. The spot where they were at was dim, actually the whole place was dim, and besides the kinky purple neon lights coming from the dance floor there really was no other source of light. But despite the poor lighting, Ruki could see it all, everything, every single word that couldn't be said out loud as they shined through those deep, dark eyes.
Aoi said nothing in response, but only smirked, and took the glass Ruki had brought for him in his hand. In one long swig, he finished the whole drink, leaving only the ice cubes within the glass. Still not speaking one word, he slipped one hand into his pocket, retrieving a handkerchief, and then he laid out the piece of clothe upon the table. Ruki couldn't comprehend what the hell the other man was doing at the moment, but he just sat there, staring at the scene playing in front of him as Aoi poured the ice cubes from the glass onto the spread handkerchief. Aoi then pulled all four corners of the rectangular clothe together and made some kind of a wrapping with it; the ice cubes being inside it.
"You want to know how I feel, Ruki?" Aoi murmured, that smirk never leaving his face.
He gripped the handkerchief that held the ice cubes inside of it, and then, without a warning whatsoever, he started to swing the clothe thus smashing the bulge right against the surface of the table. While Ruki gasped in shock, panickedly lurking around towards people that were turning their heads to check out on what the hell was causing such noises, the dark haired man didn't stop. If anything, he only swung faster and harder, until it sounded like he was pounding at the table with a big hammer or something. In between the loud thumping sound, Ruki could also hear the sound of the ice cubes inside the clothe cracking and breaking, and for some reason it became the noise he didn't like the most.
It didn't take forever, thank goodness, and Aoi stopped bashing the handkerchief against the table before Ruki had a chance to ask him to. A little out of breath, the dark haired man put the abused item on the table, hesitating to unfold the handkerchief. He laid his eyes on Ruki before he mumbled, "This," He shrugged the handkerchief slightly to emphasize, "Is me, Ruki. And this," He unfolded the clothe, revealing what had become of the ice cubes inside, "Is my heart. My soul. Everything inside of me."
Ruki stared at the shapeless mass of ice: all shattered, battered to very little pieces. Which piece came after which, it was never clear anymore. What was obvious was that none of these pieces would ever be its original form, ever again.
"Thanks for the drink," Aoi said shortly, before he got up and strode away from the place, heading towards the exit. Not one glance back, not a single one, not even when Ruki called out his name-he was already too far from reach.
Returning his sight towards the piece of clothe laying there, Ruki saw it steadily getting wet from the melting ice. Soon there would be nothing left of it but a puddle of water, and afterwards, truly nothing as the water also evaporated to thin air.
Gripping the wet handkerchief with one hand, he whimpered; it hurt so fucking bad inside of him when he finally understood just what kind of an unfixable mistake he had done.
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Chapter: 1/1
Author:
akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: AoiXRuki
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Drama, angst
Warnings: None.
Disclaimers: As much as I want to keep 'em in my room as love pets own them, I can't. *sighs*
Summary: "Hey, Aoi." The said man reacted but a little: his head jerked slightly-causing his hair to swing a bit to the back-and his hand shifted away from his forehead, but that was it. He didn't even turn his face to look at whoever had mentioned his name.
Comments: Yes, well... 897 words. Does that count as a drabble? I don't know. It could be a one shot if you'd like to think of it as that. And uhm... This was just something that came up in my brain and needed to be written down.
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Here in his hand was a glass of brown-ish liquid with some ice cubes in it; the liquid swayed and the ice cubes clinked against the glass as he walked and pushed through the crowds, one direction in particular. His eyes had never left that spot, not even for the shortest minute tonight, and he had decided he should give it a shot. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he feared it would be. Reaching the place where one man was sitting-his long, black hair draping down covering his face and his right hand was propping his forehead-Ruki sat on the chair right next to him. The new, filled glass was placed right next to an already emptied one on the table.
"Hey," he said, softly, hoping that amidst these noises he could be heard, "Aoi."
The said man reacted but a little: his head jerked slightly-causing his hair to swing a bit to the back-and his hand shifted away from his forehead, but that was it. He didn't even turn his face to look at whoever had mentioned his name.
As much as it bothered Ruki, deep inside, he swallowed it in and smiled, nevertheless. "Here, my treat." He shoved the new glass under Aoi's nose, and watching as the man took a look at the glass and then grasped it with one hand, Ruki had an unexplainably good feeling that maybe he hadn't screwed up-not too much, at least, if Aoi would still accept something from him. Maybe another apology could do it this time; maybe tonight he could come home feeling a little bit better.
"How are you feeling, Aoi?" Ruki asked, and oh... how he wished then that he had never asked. Ever.
Because then, with the slowest, most intense movement ever, Aoi turned his face to finally look at Ruki. The spot where they were at was dim, actually the whole place was dim, and besides the kinky purple neon lights coming from the dance floor there really was no other source of light. But despite the poor lighting, Ruki could see it all, everything, every single word that couldn't be said out loud as they shined through those deep, dark eyes.
Aoi said nothing in response, but only smirked, and took the glass Ruki had brought for him in his hand. In one long swig, he finished the whole drink, leaving only the ice cubes within the glass. Still not speaking one word, he slipped one hand into his pocket, retrieving a handkerchief, and then he laid out the piece of clothe upon the table. Ruki couldn't comprehend what the hell the other man was doing at the moment, but he just sat there, staring at the scene playing in front of him as Aoi poured the ice cubes from the glass onto the spread handkerchief. Aoi then pulled all four corners of the rectangular clothe together and made some kind of a wrapping with it; the ice cubes being inside it.
"You want to know how I feel, Ruki?" Aoi murmured, that smirk never leaving his face.
He gripped the handkerchief that held the ice cubes inside of it, and then, without a warning whatsoever, he started to swing the clothe thus smashing the bulge right against the surface of the table. While Ruki gasped in shock, panickedly lurking around towards people that were turning their heads to check out on what the hell was causing such noises, the dark haired man didn't stop. If anything, he only swung faster and harder, until it sounded like he was pounding at the table with a big hammer or something. In between the loud thumping sound, Ruki could also hear the sound of the ice cubes inside the clothe cracking and breaking, and for some reason it became the noise he didn't like the most.
It didn't take forever, thank goodness, and Aoi stopped bashing the handkerchief against the table before Ruki had a chance to ask him to. A little out of breath, the dark haired man put the abused item on the table, hesitating to unfold the handkerchief. He laid his eyes on Ruki before he mumbled, "This," He shrugged the handkerchief slightly to emphasize, "Is me, Ruki. And this," He unfolded the clothe, revealing what had become of the ice cubes inside, "Is my heart. My soul. Everything inside of me."
Ruki stared at the shapeless mass of ice: all shattered, battered to very little pieces. Which piece came after which, it was never clear anymore. What was obvious was that none of these pieces would ever be its original form, ever again.
"Thanks for the drink," Aoi said shortly, before he got up and strode away from the place, heading towards the exit. Not one glance back, not a single one, not even when Ruki called out his name-he was already too far from reach.
Returning his sight towards the piece of clothe laying there, Ruki saw it steadily getting wet from the melting ice. Soon there would be nothing left of it but a puddle of water, and afterwards, truly nothing as the water also evaporated to thin air.
Gripping the wet handkerchief with one hand, he whimpered; it hurt so fucking bad inside of him when he finally understood just what kind of an unfixable mistake he had done.
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