れいた x 麗 one-shots AKA me getting back into the Gazette fiction...
Rating: Keeping it PG
Genre: fluff, romance, angst, sadness, friendship
Warnings: none whatsoever
Pairing: Reita/Uruha
Synopsis: A few small one-shots that are supposed to get me back into Rei-Uru writing.
x-posted @ reita_x_uruha
Wait for you
“I can’t”
Those words… they .. didn’t …right?
He just kept looking right back at him.
Taking in the tight, thin line his lips formed.
The lips that smiled so easily just yesterday.
Noticing the desperate light in the dark eyes.
Same ones which were usually lit with different, much warmer hues.
“You can’t ” he repeated, words burning his throat “Just like that…”
The older one shifted slightly, forcing himself to remain in that one spot.
A laughter came from right behind the wall, the heartfelt bubble coming from one of their friends.
Suddenly it seemed all the more ironical.
“We burned…” a broken sigh left those lips he loved ,he craved so much.
Of course they did.
They burned with a high, glorious flame.
The fire within them blazed more with every day, with every night.
Higher and higher…
Now, only ashes were left.
He lowered his head as the other one turned around, intent on coming back to the rest of their friends.
Intent on really leaving him.
Just like that.
Leaving him broken and and bruised and turned to ash.
Leaving him alone.
He reached out in probably the last desperate attempt.
His burning fingers wrapping around the cold wrist.
Did all blood drain away from him, just like his did…?
“I won’t let it end like this” his voice was so different from the pitch he usually heard in his own ears “Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow… but I won’ let it.”
That desperate light became more vivid as his … his what? Just friend? Already ex-lover? … just kept looking at him. It bore into his mind, disturbing further his already disturbed thoughts.
He pulled the smaller man against him violently, his lips angrily searching for a those that merged so smoothly into them.
Just to be left alone the very next minute.
The cool feeling still lingering in his hand.
The spicy taste still tingling his lips.
I won’t let you go
I just want to see your smile
The soft, warm golden rays of the sun fell through the opened windows. It’s shine danced around the vast rooms, it’s elegant waltz warming up the air inside.
The gentle breeze softly breaking the comfortable stillness of the room.
Those warm streaks of sunlight illuminated the body sprawled comfortably on the bed, long limbs entangled in the soft, pristine white sheets.
The skin turning to a slightly darker, golden hue.
The tips of charcoal lashes kissed the soft cheeks, casting small shadows on the flesh there.
He was far from perfect.
He was just as any other man on this planet.
He had bigger and smaller flaws, he had smaller and bigger issues.
His hair would tangle constantly and his skin was as far from peachy softness it was often compared to as possible.
His eyes usually puffy and red, as he never slept enough.
But there was something that made him so much different than everyone else.
So much more fortunate.
And it was right there, not too far away.
He stirred slightly, waking up from his dream world into the glorious, golden one he lived in.
Heavy lids lifted without any willingness at all, as he squinted against the sun.
And the other one… that special one … was right there, sitting in the middle of the gold shower the sun sprayed onto him. Clad only in clean, white linen pants, his bare feet touching the warm darkness of the wooden floor.
And through the sun he saw one of the most beautiful smiles ever.
And that was worth waking up to.
Summer Sunshine
The rising temperature along with the high humidity shouldn’t be a big surprise to anyone.
Yet with the previous weeks that brought only rainfalls and winds, multiple black eyes were raised to the blue sky that now stretched above the city of lights and concrete.
Not a cloud in sight.
The luscious green leaves and grass seemed to bath in the warm kisses of the sun.
The parks filled with children and their parents, who greedily exposed their skin to the comforting heat.
Slowly it got hotter, the streets emptied.
Little ice cream shops were flourishing, the small balls of frozen delicacies on everyone’s mind.
“Hot….” a soft sigh escaped the pouty lips.
“Aa”
They were making their way back, trying to stay in the shadows of the tall buildings. Beads of sweat shining on their foreheads. Honey kissed hair tied into a ponytail, yet still some bangs plastered to the strong neck.
“Want some?” the younger pointed to one of the many ice cream shops. The only answer he got was a short nod and a small, tired smile.
He never really needed more than that.
A cone in hand they continued their walk home. The sun making it’s glorious way on the heavens above, it’s rays burning into the tanned skin. The air tinted with the promising fragrances of warm earth, leaves and grass.
“ ’You”
They came to a halt, dark amber eyes snapping to the other’s face, wide and warm, like those embers that burn in the darkness of a welcoming night.
Calloused fingers gently brushed over the defined chin, the smooth velvety feel of lips brushing against lips.
And both of them fell back to that soft, soft step again
A gentle smile on pouty lips.
Summer wore his taste.
One more time
It was raining so hard.
Each drop would hit the cold pavements violently, as if each one was angered beyond imagination.
Their splashes were loud.
Deafening everyone who’d take even a single moment to listen to the skies weeping.
The winds that blew were cold.
Slipping under pieces of drenched clothes of those unlucky souls that were still outside.
Their gusts and blows fierce, harsh like sudden hits of an icy whip.
People were in a hurry, trying to find any shelter from the sudden storm.
Shivering when a thunder would roll through the usually crowded streets of the city.
Wrapping their arms around their frames in a frail attempt of keeping warm.
But there was a place where someone acted different.
Exposed to the violent rain and cold wind.
But in truth, not really paying attention that their clothes were heavy with water or that their bodies
were shivering with cold.
There were fingers sliding across wet skin.
Lips meshing and merging.
Burning eyes staring into each other from behind half closed lids.
Watching the same fire reflected in the other pair, despite raindrops clinging to the tips of lashes.
There was that warmth, radiating from one to another and the other way round.
And there was so much more.
A passion present in even the smallest movement of hand against skin.
A need showing in the soft way one body pressed against the other.
And there, underneath and aside of everything else…
There were those words hanging between them and around them.
Written in invisible ink on their darkened skin…
Their own secret spells…
To melt into one.
To be alone in their own four walls of their own heaven.
To rip each other of their shame.
Even if one last time…
Even despite the falling rain and howling winds…
For one more time, to burn in each other hands.
Happy ending
In the ultimate silence, a man sat, on the luxurious leather couch in the middle of the elegant living room.
His face hidden in the small space of his calloused hands, hiding his eyes from the surrounding world.
His fingers tightened on the bleached tips of his previously modeled hair.
Resignation and sadness seeping out of every inch of his tanned skin.
There was a soft sigh that slipped through the small creeks inbetween his fingers, a gentle brush of air that disturbed the stillness in the silent room.
Darkness painted it’s grey hues on the walls, it’s shadowy children dancing happily in the corners.
Those hands fell to the skinny knees, sturdy digits smoothing the material covering his flesh.
He never felt more alone in his whole life.
His hope, and glory, his light and love seeped through his fingers.
The moment he walked out the door, closing it with a soft click.
The soft material of the trousers tearing, as his grip tightened.
One single, burning tear escaped the closed shut eyes.
One single name echoing in his mind.
One wish only…
’You, please come back………….
The darkness laughed back at him.
Strange & beautiful
"I want it to be like before"
The man, the wonderful and so well known and completely oblivious man he adored, looked up from the newspaper, surprise etached to his face.
Dark eyes blinked. Twice.
What?
And Uruha pulled on one longer ply of hair, slightly frustrated that his supposedly best friend didn't notice how ...
How everything changed, and how far apart they drifted, and how it just wasn't ... it anymore.
The fine leather of the sofa made a soft noise as another weight was added, sturdy fingers pushing a bleached strand of hair out of the pretty face.
"It's just... well...it's all in the past now" he tried, not sure how to say everything, how to show him everything "We... we used to be..."
"We used to be what...?" a softer note surfaced in the deep voice.
It was just and as much as that, he realized.
They used to be.
They used to be .. and it was just the two of them.
Together.
Living, laughing, joking, sharing the silence.
Arguing, fighting, not speaking or speaking a tone too loud.
Stubbornly not saying a word even when they needed it like they needed air.
Being with each other.
But then... they moved apart.
And nothing was the same for him anymore.
"Nevermind" a heavy sigh rolled off his lips, as he shook his head "Just..."
"Kouyou..."
There was something in the bassist's voice this time, something that made his throat tighten and loose his breath.
Warm brown eyes widened, as slightly chapped lips covered his, a strong hold on his chin.
A familiar spark ran down his spine, eyes closing on a sigh.
The small kiss was over too quickly, too soon and it was his turn to blink.
"I miss you too" the words brushed lovingly against still moist tissue before calloused fingers threaded his hair.
He could only nod, not trusting his voice, before he nuzzled his nose into the familiar spot between neck and shoulder.
Reita smelled of fresh laundry and gods, how he missed that.
"I'll move back in" the older man whispered, .
Strangely, it seemed that nothing has changed after all.
Genre: fluff, romance, angst, sadness, friendship
Warnings: none whatsoever
Pairing: Reita/Uruha
Synopsis: A few small one-shots that are supposed to get me back into Rei-Uru writing.
x-posted @ reita_x_uruha
Wait for you
“I can’t”
Those words… they .. didn’t …right?
He just kept looking right back at him.
Taking in the tight, thin line his lips formed.
The lips that smiled so easily just yesterday.
Noticing the desperate light in the dark eyes.
Same ones which were usually lit with different, much warmer hues.
“You can’t ” he repeated, words burning his throat “Just like that…”
The older one shifted slightly, forcing himself to remain in that one spot.
A laughter came from right behind the wall, the heartfelt bubble coming from one of their friends.
Suddenly it seemed all the more ironical.
“We burned…” a broken sigh left those lips he loved ,he craved so much.
Of course they did.
They burned with a high, glorious flame.
The fire within them blazed more with every day, with every night.
Higher and higher…
Now, only ashes were left.
He lowered his head as the other one turned around, intent on coming back to the rest of their friends.
Intent on really leaving him.
Just like that.
Leaving him broken and and bruised and turned to ash.
Leaving him alone.
He reached out in probably the last desperate attempt.
His burning fingers wrapping around the cold wrist.
Did all blood drain away from him, just like his did…?
“I won’t let it end like this” his voice was so different from the pitch he usually heard in his own ears “Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow… but I won’ let it.”
That desperate light became more vivid as his … his what? Just friend? Already ex-lover? … just kept looking at him. It bore into his mind, disturbing further his already disturbed thoughts.
He pulled the smaller man against him violently, his lips angrily searching for a those that merged so smoothly into them.
Just to be left alone the very next minute.
The cool feeling still lingering in his hand.
The spicy taste still tingling his lips.
I won’t let you go
I just want to see your smile
The soft, warm golden rays of the sun fell through the opened windows. It’s shine danced around the vast rooms, it’s elegant waltz warming up the air inside.
The gentle breeze softly breaking the comfortable stillness of the room.
Those warm streaks of sunlight illuminated the body sprawled comfortably on the bed, long limbs entangled in the soft, pristine white sheets.
The skin turning to a slightly darker, golden hue.
The tips of charcoal lashes kissed the soft cheeks, casting small shadows on the flesh there.
He was far from perfect.
He was just as any other man on this planet.
He had bigger and smaller flaws, he had smaller and bigger issues.
His hair would tangle constantly and his skin was as far from peachy softness it was often compared to as possible.
His eyes usually puffy and red, as he never slept enough.
But there was something that made him so much different than everyone else.
So much more fortunate.
And it was right there, not too far away.
He stirred slightly, waking up from his dream world into the glorious, golden one he lived in.
Heavy lids lifted without any willingness at all, as he squinted against the sun.
And the other one… that special one … was right there, sitting in the middle of the gold shower the sun sprayed onto him. Clad only in clean, white linen pants, his bare feet touching the warm darkness of the wooden floor.
And through the sun he saw one of the most beautiful smiles ever.
And that was worth waking up to.
Summer Sunshine
The rising temperature along with the high humidity shouldn’t be a big surprise to anyone.
Yet with the previous weeks that brought only rainfalls and winds, multiple black eyes were raised to the blue sky that now stretched above the city of lights and concrete.
Not a cloud in sight.
The luscious green leaves and grass seemed to bath in the warm kisses of the sun.
The parks filled with children and their parents, who greedily exposed their skin to the comforting heat.
Slowly it got hotter, the streets emptied.
Little ice cream shops were flourishing, the small balls of frozen delicacies on everyone’s mind.
“Hot….” a soft sigh escaped the pouty lips.
“Aa”
They were making their way back, trying to stay in the shadows of the tall buildings. Beads of sweat shining on their foreheads. Honey kissed hair tied into a ponytail, yet still some bangs plastered to the strong neck.
“Want some?” the younger pointed to one of the many ice cream shops. The only answer he got was a short nod and a small, tired smile.
He never really needed more than that.
A cone in hand they continued their walk home. The sun making it’s glorious way on the heavens above, it’s rays burning into the tanned skin. The air tinted with the promising fragrances of warm earth, leaves and grass.
“ ’You”
They came to a halt, dark amber eyes snapping to the other’s face, wide and warm, like those embers that burn in the darkness of a welcoming night.
Calloused fingers gently brushed over the defined chin, the smooth velvety feel of lips brushing against lips.
And both of them fell back to that soft, soft step again
A gentle smile on pouty lips.
Summer wore his taste.
One more time
It was raining so hard.
Each drop would hit the cold pavements violently, as if each one was angered beyond imagination.
Their splashes were loud.
Deafening everyone who’d take even a single moment to listen to the skies weeping.
The winds that blew were cold.
Slipping under pieces of drenched clothes of those unlucky souls that were still outside.
Their gusts and blows fierce, harsh like sudden hits of an icy whip.
People were in a hurry, trying to find any shelter from the sudden storm.
Shivering when a thunder would roll through the usually crowded streets of the city.
Wrapping their arms around their frames in a frail attempt of keeping warm.
But there was a place where someone acted different.
Exposed to the violent rain and cold wind.
But in truth, not really paying attention that their clothes were heavy with water or that their bodies
were shivering with cold.
There were fingers sliding across wet skin.
Lips meshing and merging.
Burning eyes staring into each other from behind half closed lids.
Watching the same fire reflected in the other pair, despite raindrops clinging to the tips of lashes.
There was that warmth, radiating from one to another and the other way round.
And there was so much more.
A passion present in even the smallest movement of hand against skin.
A need showing in the soft way one body pressed against the other.
And there, underneath and aside of everything else…
There were those words hanging between them and around them.
Written in invisible ink on their darkened skin…
Their own secret spells…
To melt into one.
To be alone in their own four walls of their own heaven.
To rip each other of their shame.
Even if one last time…
Even despite the falling rain and howling winds…
For one more time, to burn in each other hands.
Happy ending
In the ultimate silence, a man sat, on the luxurious leather couch in the middle of the elegant living room.
His face hidden in the small space of his calloused hands, hiding his eyes from the surrounding world.
His fingers tightened on the bleached tips of his previously modeled hair.
Resignation and sadness seeping out of every inch of his tanned skin.
There was a soft sigh that slipped through the small creeks inbetween his fingers, a gentle brush of air that disturbed the stillness in the silent room.
Darkness painted it’s grey hues on the walls, it’s shadowy children dancing happily in the corners.
Those hands fell to the skinny knees, sturdy digits smoothing the material covering his flesh.
He never felt more alone in his whole life.
His hope, and glory, his light and love seeped through his fingers.
The moment he walked out the door, closing it with a soft click.
The soft material of the trousers tearing, as his grip tightened.
One single, burning tear escaped the closed shut eyes.
One single name echoing in his mind.
One wish only…
’You, please come back………….
The darkness laughed back at him.
Strange & beautiful
"I want it to be like before"
The man, the wonderful and so well known and completely oblivious man he adored, looked up from the newspaper, surprise etached to his face.
Dark eyes blinked. Twice.
What?
And Uruha pulled on one longer ply of hair, slightly frustrated that his supposedly best friend didn't notice how ...
How everything changed, and how far apart they drifted, and how it just wasn't ... it anymore.
The fine leather of the sofa made a soft noise as another weight was added, sturdy fingers pushing a bleached strand of hair out of the pretty face.
"It's just... well...it's all in the past now" he tried, not sure how to say everything, how to show him everything "We... we used to be..."
"We used to be what...?" a softer note surfaced in the deep voice.
It was just and as much as that, he realized.
They used to be.
They used to be .. and it was just the two of them.
Together.
Living, laughing, joking, sharing the silence.
Arguing, fighting, not speaking or speaking a tone too loud.
Stubbornly not saying a word even when they needed it like they needed air.
Being with each other.
But then... they moved apart.
And nothing was the same for him anymore.
"Nevermind" a heavy sigh rolled off his lips, as he shook his head "Just..."
"Kouyou..."
There was something in the bassist's voice this time, something that made his throat tighten and loose his breath.
Warm brown eyes widened, as slightly chapped lips covered his, a strong hold on his chin.
A familiar spark ran down his spine, eyes closing on a sigh.
The small kiss was over too quickly, too soon and it was his turn to blink.
"I miss you too" the words brushed lovingly against still moist tissue before calloused fingers threaded his hair.
He could only nod, not trusting his voice, before he nuzzled his nose into the familiar spot between neck and shoulder.
Reita smelled of fresh laundry and gods, how he missed that.
"I'll move back in" the older man whispered, .
Strangely, it seemed that nothing has changed after all.