[Aoi/ Uruha] What A Beautiful Wedding
Title: What A Beautiful Wedding
Author:anknick
Pairing(s): Aoi/ Uruha, Uruha/ OC, OC/Aoi
Band: the GazettE
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance, Humor
Rating: R
Warning: Aoi’s POV, slight smut
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the members of the GazettE. The names and characters of the OCs are totally fictional andany resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental.
Summary: Aoi and Uruha are lovers, but it’s a secret known only to them. Suddenly, Uruha announces his engagement, but it is not Aoi whom he is to marry…
Note: I am bad at writing summaries :c This fic was inspired by a song, which, I will state later XD
"Hnngh...mmmhmm... Faster, Aoi, faster..." Uruha moaned aloud, his face an exact representation of what he was feeling inside, with his dark hair sticking to his flushed skin in a perfect portrait of disarray, full lips constantly spilling words laced with desire and debauchery. Pleasure, only pleasure.
It was really surprising how he was so nonchalant about the whole business when here I was almost dying inside. You could say, I was not really into it, or more precisely, my body was but mind wasn't. So, obviously, I pushed myself harder and faster into that heavenly tightness residing between milky paradises. Just because he demanded so.
That had always been my weakness. Giving in to him... whatever he had asked for...
"Aoi... What's wrong...?" Uruha had the audacity to ask and I just channeled my wrath into bruising Uruha's arms, because that was the least I could do, what with the raging red blood boiling and rocketing through my body, to which he reacted with another lustful cry.
"Uruha... ," I took in a shuddering breath, because of a numerous reasons, first, I was mad, second, I was close, third, Uruha was close too, and it was driving me further to the edge.
"Nnnh... Don't slow down..Ahhh.." Uruha cried out again, and that husky chime just gave me the final shove that sent me pummeling down to my euphoric plunge of bliss.
I can never get enough of this feeling, especially with Uruha. Time and time again, every time, the orgasm hits me as hard as the very first time.
It left me breathless, it left me drained, and it left me empty... Of thoughts, worries... Worries I need not have… worries that Uruha was giving me now... And my mind was winning against my body and I was back to my earlier gloom of despair.
Uruha continued fisting himself, I helped him along too, and it wasn't until we were lying side by side, trying to take lungful of air, when I breached the subject of my dejection.
"Uruha.. I... ," I found myself at a loss for words, " You know what is tomorrow, right?"
I looked at his face closely, he had a really beautiful profile, well, he was beautiful from every angle. I saw a sudden flicker of emptiness pass before he was normal again... Or should I say, not normal because he was taking this too casually.
"Yes, I'm getting married, what's the big deal?" he huffed.
"Big deal?! How is it not a big deal?! You are getting married for fuck's sake!!" I finally lost it and could not help the rise in the volume.
"What are you getting so upset about?!" He shot back.
"Are you really fine with.... leaving me?” My voice broke at the end. It was getting hard to keep the emotions in.
That startled him, for a second, maybe a millionth of a second, because it seemed way too short to me. Or maybe it was all a part of my imagination. Maybe he really did not care at all. And I could not blame him for it. Because it was me who had at first forced him into this. Sure, I wasn’t the only one who had been enjoying the trip to this hell, but it still hurt to see the indifference in him…
“Aoi…” Though his voice was softer, but his face was still devoid of the emotion that I was longing to see, just the slightest hint of sadness would have satisfied me. But he wore his mask well, If it was a mask at all…
“No, Uru.. I understand. I’m sorry.. Just… leave it..” I replied back, stubbornly.
And I turned my back to him and pretended to be engulfed by the tendrils of tiredness that might eventually make the pretence come true and I might actually fall asleep. I could feel him breathing beside me and the rustle of the sheets told me he was finding it hard to fall asleep too.
It was as I was counting the number of lit windows I could see of the sky scrapers opposite our apartment building, wondering why were those people still awake at this ungodly hour, that I felt a calloused finger tip tracing patterns on my back. I sighed.
“A..oi..,” His faltered movements and silent whisper betrayed his heart. “You know, this is not upto me..”
His fingers have moved to my shoulder and were exerting pressure to make me turn around and face him. I refused to budge.
“Please.. try to understand, this is really not in my hands. Do you think I am doing this willingly?” He tried again.
He was doing it again, making me do what he wanted. It is just too hard to resist him.
“Your attitude earlier said otherwise..” I finally turned as his nails dug deeper into my skin.
He was looking out the window now with an unfathomable expression on his face. His eyes were distant and his lips were pursed.
“If that’s what you think, then so be it, Aoi… so be it.”
I hated how we were going round and round around the same conversation since the past one month, since he came back from seeing his parents and suddenly announced his engagement to his long time family friend, Watanabe Tomoko. True, it had not stopped us from having our little rendezvous every night. And probably Uruha had it in his mind to let it continue, but I don’t think I’m that compassionate. You can’t have it both ways…
I turned back to my side and was starting to make certain decisions in my head, when Uruha broke the awkward silence that we’d fallen into again.
“You will be there tomorrow.. right?” That desperate plea in his voice again, the one that makes me want to melt and fall to my knees. “Please… If I’m right about what I think you are thinking, then let it be one last wish of mine that you’d fulfill..?"
And how can you say no to something like that, so I conceded with a slight nod.
“Thank you…” He said, his words punctuated by a sniffle, or maybe I imagined that too. Because I remember for sure that it was to a tear stained pillow that I finally lost consciousness.
***
I had left early the next morning. Before that I had made a note to memorize the serene beauty of Uruha’s face, to study and feel the soft lines of his body, to run my fingers through his dark silken mane of hair. This was probably the last time I would have a glimpse of this vulnerable form of his.
If you ask me why I left without letting him know, when I was really just going to my apartment to get dressed for the occasion, then I’d answer with, maybe it was the sadist in me who wanted him to worry and mull over the circumstance. Maybe it was revenge for the pain he was causing me, causing him and to the unsuspecting woman who was willing to share the rest of her life with him. Maybe it was my way of blaming him for the entire ruse. Or maybe I was just selfish…
I had gone as far as ignoring all of his worried messages and hurried calls to contact me. Not only him, I got multiple missed calls from Kai, Ruki and Reita too. It was nearing noon by the time he had given up and my mind couldn’t help but think, so soon…
***
As I paid off the cab, I gazed at the towering building in front of me. Of course, it was a church where I’ve paid a visit once or twice before. The gothic architecture was really intimidating me with all its towers, arcs and nooks and corners. It had always been a paranoid habit of mine to imagine something might be observing me from behind the darkness, up high in the towers. So I decided to get inside hurriedly.
It was certainly not a very elaborate function, the number of guests and the minimal decoration spoke of it. The fragrant bouquets of white flowers filled the air with a pleasant smell accompanied by the incense sticks burning at the altar.
I was just looking around; taking in the guests and suddenly was spotted by Takashima-san, Uruha’s father. I was definitely not the person that he had talked to during that one summer when Uruha had taken me to his hometown. I was a man whose heart had been broken into minuscule pieces by his only son and it would be a grueling task for me to keep myself composed. Since, somehow I figured this very man is too responsible for the pain I was going through. But it was too late and I had to face the inevitable.
“Hello, Shiroyama-san, long time, no see, eh?” Takashima-san asked cheerfully.
“Time flies.” I said, in a tight lipped sort of way. Composure, Aoi, composure…
“True, true. It’s hard to imagine the little Kouyou who used to hide behind his mother’s skirts to have grown up to be married today. I’m sure Kouyou had told you all about Tomoko-san?”
Well, he hadn’t. All that our heated conversations had allowed to be said about her was her birth name and that she did not deserve this.
“Why, of course. I presume she is a wonderful girl and will definitely keep Uru- I mean, Kouyou, happy.” The last bit came out through a clenched jaw, but I didn’t really care if he noticed.
“Are you not feeling well, Shiroyama-san?” So he did notice…
“Nah, I suppose it’s just the heat getting to me. A drink or two might fix me up alright.” That got me a strange kind of stare. It was totally weird coming from a man whose son basically has 70% alcohol running through his veins 80% of the time.
A walrus look-a-like of a man saved me as Uruha’s father excused himself to greet the said man.
I stepped out of his line of sight and quickened my steps to be away from the crowd of people. But God blessed my blasted soul and I bumped right into someone, who, when I looked up, happened to be the person I was giving the silent treatment to since morning. And he was not alone but accompanied with a pleasant looking girl who was outfitted in a knee-length fitted dress with a white long train behind her. I assumed she was the bride-to-be. Beautiful, was the word that should come to mind, but what actually did was, looks could be deceiving…
“Aoi…. You came!” And the look of relief that washed through his features… I can’t really explain.
Neither could I explain the thought that had passed my mind regarding this Tomoko-san…
“Well, I had said I would, didn’t I?” Maintain your cool, Aoi…
“Well, yes…you kinda.. did…” He looked embarrassed, and honestly I could have kissed him right then and there if there were no onlookers.
“You need not call me ten thousand times, you know?” I myself did not know what I was trying to imply here. Was I trying to rub it off of on the face of that girl? Could be…
“I thought … I… You shouldn’t have - ” I cut him off with a look that clearly said he was to say no more. I really did not want to be his home wrecker.
“Oh…” he was lost for a minute but soon caught on to me, “By the way, this is Tomoko. Tomoko, this is Aoi, my… one of my band members.”
I could not help but notice how he stuttered at the my, my spirit was uplifted a bit. Not that it meant anything was going to change.
“Nice to meet you…Aoi-san,” She spoke in an alluring way, as if she was trying to seduce you and she bowed a little, giving me a nice view of her cleavage showing through her corseted dress, or maybe I was looking into things too much again. Maybe she was just being victimized by my biased mind.
Or maybe I’m right…
“Uh.. nice to meet you too.” Not. I added in my mind.
Apparently, the look of discomfort was clearly visible on my face, because the next thing I knew, Uruha was steering away with the girl, with a ‘I’ll see you later’ and a look that said he really meant it.
And I did not miss the lingering gaze that his fiancée presented me with, before walking off with a tad bit of extra sway of her hips.
Gross…
***
“Where the hell were you, man?” A sudden backslap took my attention away from the damp stain on the wall that I had been staring at for … I would not know how long. I looked back to find the familiar nose-band covered face of Reita. I had almost heaved a sigh of relief on seeing someone I knew, but one careful look at his face told me the backslap was not meant to be on friendly terms. Okay. I braced myself.
“In my apartment; dressing for this beautiful wedding,” I leered at him, “Weren’t you too?”
Reita snorted. “Fuck you, man.”
I guess, there are no secrets between the five of us. But surely, they didn’t know about me and Uruha. Did Uruha-
“What beats me is what did you do that Uruha was so hard pressed on contacting you?” Kai interjected and I took another relieved breath, knowing our little secret was still safe.
Now to answer the question, I thought it best to turn this to Uruha…
“Ah, you know him, no one knows why he does the things he does …” I ended bitterly.
“I know what you mean. This was too sudden and I’ve never even heard him speak of this girl!,” Kai exclaimed, then turned to Reita, “Do you know her?”
“Uhh.. I guess I did,” Reita replied with a strange note in his voice. As if he was hesitant to admit it, as if he knew something that we did not and was struggling within himself to spill it or not.
“And?” Kai pressed for more. And I will admit I was curious too.
I could see that the conversation was making our noseless friend really uncomfortable, but we were not backing down.
“Well… as I knew her… She was the kind .. who… y’know…,” He paused, maybe to look for the right word to use, “I … I really don’t know how to say it…” By now, he looked completely flushed. And if he thought we would let him go, then he could not be more wrong.
“Got around?” Our vocalist spoke up, from wherever he had materialized to. And it was obvious he had heard the entire or atleast part of the conversation.
“Huh?”
“Don’t try to act dumb. Am I right?” Ruki leaned closer to the bassist, and even I would have felt small in front of the knowing grin that he shot at Reita.
“I.. think you can say that. She was a popular figure in our school and.. UGH! What are we? Gossiping ladies?!!!” Reita finished with frustration.
“So, what he means is she was a damn whore,” Ruki added his blunt interpretations, “And my question here is why exactly are we sacrificing our lead guitarist to a whore?”
“I tried reasoning with him, but he keeps blabbering something about he can’t help it.” Reita was again back to the topic, thanks to our diva of a vocalist.
“Me too,” I spoke up, “And he says the same thing.”
“There must be something he is hiding from us” Kai mused. To which, we all threw him a look.
“Good job, Captain Obvious, for getting it so soon.” Ruki muttered, sarcastically.
“By the way, where were you?” Kai asked him instead.
“I.. was fixing my hair. A strand would not sit right.” He answered with a degree of dignity which almost had me laughing out loud, if it was not for the grave situation that I found myself in.
Here I was, hearing about how my band member, okay, correction - my lover’s life was about to be handed over to some high-class prostitute and neither me nor he could do anything about it? But then Reita could be wrong, right? But somehow I had a tingling feeling inside that he was not. And I could not help but recall the impression that my mind had formed of her immediately after we met. And also the sultry gaze that she had used to look at me with… Suddenly I could see things travelling towards a very unbecoming ending or rather, beginning, and I certainly could not see Uruha having to face all this. I could not be waiting around here and talking like I was discussing an upcoming storm. A storm it was, but the damage caused would be at the cost of someone whom I still held dear to me. No matter how much I tried to give him the cold shoulder, but I could not deny the truth anymore. So, I decided to act upon the urge to find him and try to dislodge the secret he had hidden inside himself.
“Aoi, are you all right?” It was the second time someone had asked me the same thing today, it being Kai now. Maybe it was the correct excuse to go forth with my search now.
“I guess I just need to use the washroom. The heat is getting to me.” And off I went, my movement followed by three pairs of amused gazes.
***
I might have sounded all too confident to you earlier, but really I was just roaming around the premises blindly. I hadn’t a damn clue about where Uruha might be. And asking around didn’t help much either. It was as if I was meant to be a sufferer with the damn bastard and it was some kind of a morbid joke on my life. It was about half an hour later since I had taken my leave from the others and I was starting to wonder why the ceremonies had not started yet, that I felt a hand grabbing the collar of my black tuxedo jacket from behind. And before I could react, I found myself pinned to the wall of an abandoned room which I didn’t remember wandering into.
Believe me when I say that I literally let out a surprised yelp when I found out who was the owner of the body that had me fixed up against the dusty wall. Somehow in my deranged state of mind, I had assumed it to be Uruha, because he had a tendency to do that from time to time, at the most unsuspecting places, dark alleys, parking places, bathroom stalls, you name it. But never in my life, had I expected it to be Tomoko…
“What are you doing?” My voice taking on a hysterical tone.
She just chuckled in amusement and it somehow came on to me as really scary.
“No, seriously, this is not funny..” I tried again.
“Is it not?” I just realized I really hated her voice, especially this tone of her voice.
And I would not like to venture into the disgust that welled up in me because of her batting eyelashes.
I tried to push her off but damn, she was strong. It was a great blow… to my pride.
“Tomoko-san…”
“Shhh.. Call me Tomo…”
“No! Tomoko-san, I.. I..,” I had to stop the quivering of my voice, “I think you have lost your mind, but I haven’t and I would really appreciate if you let me go”
“Ah, you are right… I suppose. I did lose my mind. The moment I saw you.”
What?! I kept quite though; waiting to see how far gone was she.
“These midnight ebony locks, these alluring eyes, those full lips,” She punctuated every statement by tracing the said item of interest with her long red nails. I was just a few levels of disgust short of throwing up.
“Do you know what you are talking about?” I hissed as she dragged her fingers down my neck, leaving red scratches.
Actually, I could have shoved her off but I was still trying to reason with myself that she was a female and Uruha’s fiancée, even though the whole prospect seemed to have taken a rather crazy turn.
“Of course, I do, sugar,” I mentally gagged at that, “I’m figuring you’re more my type than he could ever be.”
“Then why are you marrying him?” I asked, finally seeing it better to stay calm and deal with the situation. I could not be harmed by her… right?
She gave another of those loud cackling laughter, with a menacing tone to it too.
“Let’s save it for another time, shall we?”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s say, I am all hot and bothered right now…” She licked her lips lewdly, “And I’d like you to take responsibility.” She drew out each word, like one of those porn actresses, masturbating for the camera and wanting you to imagine it was … Okay, let’s not get into that.
“Why should I?” It was really getting hard for me to breathe, I was about to get a panic attack.
“Why should you? Why, indeed.” She lowered her eyes and seemed to be thinking something. But the smile that crept onto her face told me she was just playing. “Because if you don’t, I might just have to force you to.” Her eyes were glinting with mischief and I felt the sweat collect on my brow.
“You think you can?” Sooner or later, I would have to stop this blasphemy.
“I do.” With that she forced her lips onto mine. I was dumbfounded. It was very ironical how things were turning out to be. My lover was getting married to this woman, who was hitting onto me. This woman, who was going to destroy the loving man that Uruha is. I could not let it happen.
I finally found the strength of the mind to push her aside. And I did it so hard that she hit her head against the rusted railings of the window. Painfully too, judging by the howl that she let out.
She tried to shove me against the wall again but I was prepared for her and instead managed to pin her.
“You can, can you?” I threatened her.
I was seeing red now. Nothing else. All sense of justice, judgment, power, reality wiped clean out of my mind. All I saw was a wretched creature in the shape of a woman who needed to be squashed.
“Why won’t you take me? Aaah.. you’re hurting me!” She shouted out.
The words were out of my mouth before I had time to ponder over them. Before I could think, if she deserved to be answered, if this sacred secret needed to be spilled to such a lowly creature, if it would really help…
“Because I love Uruha.”
It stopped her struggling, for a while, till the information sunk into that shrewd mind of hers. The expression of surprise soon deformed into a lewd grin.
“I knew it.”
“What?”
“That there was something between you two. The moment I saw you.” She repeated her words from earlier. A strange kind of fiery look was emanating out of her eyes.
“What are you-” She cut me off.
“You don’t get it, do you?” She started chuckling. “It was the time you had come with Kouyou to Kanagawa. I had just happened to see you and I knew that I wanted you-”
“What bullshit!!!” I yelled out.
“Nah. Not bullshit. Never that.” She let out another maniacal laughter before continuing, “I knew he was the only way to get me to you. Look where I am.”
My eyes might have widened at this point. Seriously, you could not blame me. This woman was telling me that she has directed all this drama just to get to me. Why, couldn’t she have approached me at that time and gotten over with it? Why drag Uruha into it? What sort of a cruel play was it?
“You’re insane!!!” I exclaimed.
“Ah..ha.. You’re wrong again. Just ambitious, won’t you agree?” She seemed to have gained some of her earlier demeanor. And the feeling that I was talking to an escaped patient from a mental asylum had subsided, a little.
“How the hell did you get Uruha to agree to this?” It was a legitimate question, though the more I thought, I realized the less time I should be spending here.
“Don’t worry, that was the easiest part of the job. Maybe you already know…” She kept the air hanging with that question and while I thought about it, she made her advance again on me.
It was probably plain reflex this time that made me get hold of her hands before she could do anything but to scream out loudly.
“Don’t force me to do anything to you that you don’t want me to, understand?” I said through gritted teeth.
“You think you can?” She repeated my words, “Well, I might even enjoy it. Go on, honey, do whatever you want to…” She ended the sentence by biting into her lips to the point that it drew out a drop of blood.
“Look at the damage that you’ve done already, my, my.” She said playfully, indicating her unkempt hair, her smeared make-up, her corseted front slipping down dangerously low and her virgin dress soiled.
“I am going out there and stopping this right here.” I let her go and turned to leave. I had had enough of this insanity.
“You wouldn’t have to…” She said with a knowing grin and started unbuttoning her dress.
While my brain was processing her meaning, a distinct sound of running footsteps caught my attention. I couldn’t have been gladder to embrace anyone’s attention now. And a few seconds later, the door burst open and in came Uruha, his father and few other people whom I did not recognize.
Suddenly Tomoko burst into tears and I realized that I had overlooked something… Something very important…
***
“Tomo-chaaan!!” A woman dressed in a mid-length mauve-colored dress ran to the now hysterically crying Tomoko. I assumed she was her mother or something like that.
Everything was happening too fast and soon enough, I found myself pinned to the wall again with two heavily built young men holding me there. And damn, did it hurt?!
“Aoi!” Uruha finally found his voice to speak out. The way he started towards me might be because he was about to aide me but was stopped by his father.
“No, Kouyou!” His father’s stern voice rung out in the room.
“But, Father, I’m sure he didn’t do anything-”
“Didn’t do anything?!!! Do you take us for fools, Kouyou-san?!” A middle aged man spoke up, who later I found out, was the father of the culprit.
“Watanabe-san, I know him! He wouldn’t dare do anything like this!” To see him rise up for me like that, I would have myself burst into tears. But I needed to be strong and stand my ground, if not for me, then for the man who looked as if he was fighting for his life here.
“Then what do you have to say about this?” He pointed to his daughter who was seriously a mess right now. I couldn’t spare her more than that just one glance though, because I needed to be calm here and she definitely made me want to go over and throttle her till I could see her filthy soul leaving her body.
“Why don’t you just ask her?” I sneered and it was a mistake. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, one of my captors backhanded me so hard that I was seeing black spots in my vision.
“Do. Not. Hurt. Him.” Uruha growled and everyone stood still for a minute.
“You see what he’s done to your wife and you still take side of this disgusting man?” Tomoko’s mother screeched out.
“Yes.”
“Kou-”
“No, Father, I had agreed to this because of a reason. The reason, as I see now, was not strong enough for me to have agreed to this.” To tell you the truth, my ears perked up at this. It was after all what I had wanted to hear all along.
“What is happening here? What reasons, Kouyou-san?” Watanabe spoke up.
At this point, Tomoko seemed to have snapped back to reality and was starting to rise up, ignoring her mother’s attempts at calming her down.
“Kouyou, no! You dare-”She started uttering but Uruha cut her short.
“Your daughter blackmailed me.”
The unison of gasps that was a response to this revelation could have had me laughing like a madman if I were at a better position. I had already guessed it was something like this. All I really wanted to know was, blackmailed with what?
“Tomoko, is he right?” Her father turned to her.
But what a practiced liar she must have been to deny it like that, “I don’t know what he’s talking about! He’s lying, Father! I did no such thing!!!!” She was clearly screaming at the top of her voice now. “He,” she pointed to Uruha, “and him,” she pointed to me, “are together in this. Don’t believe a word he says!”
“So do we take your word for it?” I repeated my mistake of speaking up again. Well, hey, I have a right to expression. But I was rewarded with a punch in the stomach that would have had me doubling over in pain but my arms were held out to the side.
It was remedied when Uruha was storming over to where I was and he boxed the bouncer who had hit me. And it resulted in quite the bloodshed on the other man’s part.
“I said do not hurt him.” Uruha hissed.
It was a really scary side of him that I had never witnessed before.
He turned to his father.
“Father, when you kept in front of me the proposal of marriage from Watanabe-san, I had no intention of accepting it-”
“But you had asked for time to think it over!”
“Yes, I had. To be courteous-”
“Kouyou!!”
“Let me finish, Father. We will come to courtesy later.” He paused a little, then having made up his decision about what he wanted to say, he spoke up again, “I wanted time to think over the proper response to give so that I could decline the offer. But the next day, I happened to meet Tomoko. I was just chatting with her when she brought on a topic that I had no idea she knew about.”
He raised his hand to rub at his neck. I knew he was finally going to reveal what had kept him quiet about the whole business. I could not hold my impatience any longer to see if it was really worth all this drama…
“One moment we were talking about puppies playing in the garden and the next she was telling me about how she had come across…”
He wiped his brow with his handkerchief and was almost reluctant to continue. Then he looked towards me and that seemed to have helped him go on further.
“She claimed to have seen me in high school… with a senpai of mine…”
“Don’t beat around the bush, Kouyou-san. We haven’t got all day. Make your point clear.” Watanabe said impatiently.
“She had seen me and Jin-senpai having sexual intercourse.”
“What?!” Another chorus of voices, including mine.
The others were surely surprised by his coming out but what surprised me was that this meager reason was what was making him marry that bitch.
“What are you implying, Kouyou-san?” This was the mother now.
“Just what he said, that I saw him getting fucked senseless by another guy.” Tomoko snapped out. Before anyone could chaste her about her bad mouth, Uruha seized the moment to finish what he had started.
“Yes. I get more attracted to males than I do to females. I had hid it well all these years and would have continued to do so till I saw it fit to be revealed. But her confession had caught me by surprise and I didn’t stop and question many things that I should have before accepting to do as she desired. In short, I shouldn’t have been ashamed of my sexuality. I shouldn’t have let her use that against me. I should have inquired more about why she wanted to marry me and was even threatening me to do it…”
“This is so lame!” I finally said aloud.
His face dropped at that.
“I know… I’m sorry, Aoi…” The kicked puppy look that he casted me with made me feel sorry instead.
“I still don’t see how he fits into the picture!” Takashima-san said, pointing an accusing finger at me still.
“As I see it,” Uruha began, “this was all a dirty game staged my Tomoko to get to Aoi. I should have known something was up when suddenly I was given a proposal to marry her when in school, she hadn’t even given me a single glance. My worst mistake was taking this casually and thinking my life could go on as it had without my reputation being at stake.”
He gazed at the blank faces staring back at him, obviously still not getting what he was trying to get at.
He inched closer to me and took a deep breath before leaning in and pulling me into a kiss. It was short lived but seemed to have driven the point home.
“I love Aoi and I am breaking off this shit,” he finally lost the formality in his speech, “This bitch tried to rape Aoi and blame it all on him in the end. This is what I gather from the circumstances and I choose to stand by what I believe! The rest you can work it out with her. I am out of here!”
***
As he dragged me out of the room, walking at a brisk pace that had me sprinting behind him to not fall out, I decided to open my mouth about how I was still going to blame him for all of the ruse.
“You are an idiot.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“God, Uru, here I thought you were probably hiding the fact that you had murdered someone in cold blood and what not and it turned out to be this!”
“I was caught by surprise, okay?” We had slowed down and were slightly panting from the exertion.
“That is not an excuse to let this mess happen. Fuck. I have a bruised face and an aching stomach just because you were scared that people will boo at you for you being a homo?!!!” I was nearly shouting now.
“Aoi..”
“No! Let me get this straight. All these days, when you refused to state why you were suddenly getting married out of the blue, the reason was this?! You could have atleast told me! All the theatrics down there? We could have avoided it! All you needed to do was come out to your Dad yourself before that woman spoke to him.”
“How do you suppose I could have done that?!” He was also shouting now, I could clearly see people turning their heads to see what the fuck was happening.
“Like you did now?”
“The situation demanded it!”
“So what you’re saying is that if Tomoko had not made her advances to me, you would have married her?!” I was about to give him some more pieces of my mind when a hand from behind rendered me unable to speak.
“Now, now, Aoi, he admits he is a butthead, let’s leave it at that, ne?” Ruki stated calmly, again materializing from somewhere.
“Its funny how the one time Uruha decides to act on impulse instead of churning his brains out, is the wrong time.” Reita commented and soon burst into laughter.
“But that was really something. It was the most amusing thing I had witnessed since ages!” Ruki had joined in with Reita’s hysteric fit.
“Guys, guys… calm down-”
“Shut up, Kai! You can laugh too. I know you want to!”
“Aoi, I’m going home. Are you coming?” Uruha huffed in annoyance. He was not at all enjoying being the laughing stock of the group.
“Sure…”
And we left.
A/N: Uhh.. I dunno what to say about this. I have a feeling that the over all feel of the fic changed from how it started to how it ended. I hope that it still maintained a flow to it. I tend to jump from here to there unknowingly T__T
The song that had inspired me to write this was “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” by Panic! At The Disco. I didn’t want to mention it earlier because the story kinda follows what happens in the song. So there would have been no surprise. However idiotic of a surprise it was >__>
I hope it was enjoyable at least .__.
Author:anknick
Pairing(s): Aoi/ Uruha, Uruha/ OC, OC/Aoi
Band: the GazettE
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance, Humor
Rating: R
Warning: Aoi’s POV, slight smut
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the members of the GazettE. The names and characters of the OCs are totally fictional andany resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental.
Summary: Aoi and Uruha are lovers, but it’s a secret known only to them. Suddenly, Uruha announces his engagement, but it is not Aoi whom he is to marry…
Note: I am bad at writing summaries :c This fic was inspired by a song, which, I will state later XD
"Hnngh...mmmhmm... Faster, Aoi, faster..." Uruha moaned aloud, his face an exact representation of what he was feeling inside, with his dark hair sticking to his flushed skin in a perfect portrait of disarray, full lips constantly spilling words laced with desire and debauchery. Pleasure, only pleasure.
It was really surprising how he was so nonchalant about the whole business when here I was almost dying inside. You could say, I was not really into it, or more precisely, my body was but mind wasn't. So, obviously, I pushed myself harder and faster into that heavenly tightness residing between milky paradises. Just because he demanded so.
That had always been my weakness. Giving in to him... whatever he had asked for...
"Aoi... What's wrong...?" Uruha had the audacity to ask and I just channeled my wrath into bruising Uruha's arms, because that was the least I could do, what with the raging red blood boiling and rocketing through my body, to which he reacted with another lustful cry.
"Uruha... ," I took in a shuddering breath, because of a numerous reasons, first, I was mad, second, I was close, third, Uruha was close too, and it was driving me further to the edge.
"Nnnh... Don't slow down..Ahhh.." Uruha cried out again, and that husky chime just gave me the final shove that sent me pummeling down to my euphoric plunge of bliss.
I can never get enough of this feeling, especially with Uruha. Time and time again, every time, the orgasm hits me as hard as the very first time.
It left me breathless, it left me drained, and it left me empty... Of thoughts, worries... Worries I need not have… worries that Uruha was giving me now... And my mind was winning against my body and I was back to my earlier gloom of despair.
Uruha continued fisting himself, I helped him along too, and it wasn't until we were lying side by side, trying to take lungful of air, when I breached the subject of my dejection.
"Uruha.. I... ," I found myself at a loss for words, " You know what is tomorrow, right?"
I looked at his face closely, he had a really beautiful profile, well, he was beautiful from every angle. I saw a sudden flicker of emptiness pass before he was normal again... Or should I say, not normal because he was taking this too casually.
"Yes, I'm getting married, what's the big deal?" he huffed.
"Big deal?! How is it not a big deal?! You are getting married for fuck's sake!!" I finally lost it and could not help the rise in the volume.
"What are you getting so upset about?!" He shot back.
"Are you really fine with.... leaving me?” My voice broke at the end. It was getting hard to keep the emotions in.
That startled him, for a second, maybe a millionth of a second, because it seemed way too short to me. Or maybe it was all a part of my imagination. Maybe he really did not care at all. And I could not blame him for it. Because it was me who had at first forced him into this. Sure, I wasn’t the only one who had been enjoying the trip to this hell, but it still hurt to see the indifference in him…
“Aoi…” Though his voice was softer, but his face was still devoid of the emotion that I was longing to see, just the slightest hint of sadness would have satisfied me. But he wore his mask well, If it was a mask at all…
“No, Uru.. I understand. I’m sorry.. Just… leave it..” I replied back, stubbornly.
And I turned my back to him and pretended to be engulfed by the tendrils of tiredness that might eventually make the pretence come true and I might actually fall asleep. I could feel him breathing beside me and the rustle of the sheets told me he was finding it hard to fall asleep too.
It was as I was counting the number of lit windows I could see of the sky scrapers opposite our apartment building, wondering why were those people still awake at this ungodly hour, that I felt a calloused finger tip tracing patterns on my back. I sighed.
“A..oi..,” His faltered movements and silent whisper betrayed his heart. “You know, this is not upto me..”
His fingers have moved to my shoulder and were exerting pressure to make me turn around and face him. I refused to budge.
“Please.. try to understand, this is really not in my hands. Do you think I am doing this willingly?” He tried again.
He was doing it again, making me do what he wanted. It is just too hard to resist him.
“Your attitude earlier said otherwise..” I finally turned as his nails dug deeper into my skin.
He was looking out the window now with an unfathomable expression on his face. His eyes were distant and his lips were pursed.
“If that’s what you think, then so be it, Aoi… so be it.”
I hated how we were going round and round around the same conversation since the past one month, since he came back from seeing his parents and suddenly announced his engagement to his long time family friend, Watanabe Tomoko. True, it had not stopped us from having our little rendezvous every night. And probably Uruha had it in his mind to let it continue, but I don’t think I’m that compassionate. You can’t have it both ways…
I turned back to my side and was starting to make certain decisions in my head, when Uruha broke the awkward silence that we’d fallen into again.
“You will be there tomorrow.. right?” That desperate plea in his voice again, the one that makes me want to melt and fall to my knees. “Please… If I’m right about what I think you are thinking, then let it be one last wish of mine that you’d fulfill..?"
And how can you say no to something like that, so I conceded with a slight nod.
“Thank you…” He said, his words punctuated by a sniffle, or maybe I imagined that too. Because I remember for sure that it was to a tear stained pillow that I finally lost consciousness.
***
I had left early the next morning. Before that I had made a note to memorize the serene beauty of Uruha’s face, to study and feel the soft lines of his body, to run my fingers through his dark silken mane of hair. This was probably the last time I would have a glimpse of this vulnerable form of his.
If you ask me why I left without letting him know, when I was really just going to my apartment to get dressed for the occasion, then I’d answer with, maybe it was the sadist in me who wanted him to worry and mull over the circumstance. Maybe it was revenge for the pain he was causing me, causing him and to the unsuspecting woman who was willing to share the rest of her life with him. Maybe it was my way of blaming him for the entire ruse. Or maybe I was just selfish…
I had gone as far as ignoring all of his worried messages and hurried calls to contact me. Not only him, I got multiple missed calls from Kai, Ruki and Reita too. It was nearing noon by the time he had given up and my mind couldn’t help but think, so soon…
***
As I paid off the cab, I gazed at the towering building in front of me. Of course, it was a church where I’ve paid a visit once or twice before. The gothic architecture was really intimidating me with all its towers, arcs and nooks and corners. It had always been a paranoid habit of mine to imagine something might be observing me from behind the darkness, up high in the towers. So I decided to get inside hurriedly.
It was certainly not a very elaborate function, the number of guests and the minimal decoration spoke of it. The fragrant bouquets of white flowers filled the air with a pleasant smell accompanied by the incense sticks burning at the altar.
I was just looking around; taking in the guests and suddenly was spotted by Takashima-san, Uruha’s father. I was definitely not the person that he had talked to during that one summer when Uruha had taken me to his hometown. I was a man whose heart had been broken into minuscule pieces by his only son and it would be a grueling task for me to keep myself composed. Since, somehow I figured this very man is too responsible for the pain I was going through. But it was too late and I had to face the inevitable.
“Hello, Shiroyama-san, long time, no see, eh?” Takashima-san asked cheerfully.
“Time flies.” I said, in a tight lipped sort of way. Composure, Aoi, composure…
“True, true. It’s hard to imagine the little Kouyou who used to hide behind his mother’s skirts to have grown up to be married today. I’m sure Kouyou had told you all about Tomoko-san?”
Well, he hadn’t. All that our heated conversations had allowed to be said about her was her birth name and that she did not deserve this.
“Why, of course. I presume she is a wonderful girl and will definitely keep Uru- I mean, Kouyou, happy.” The last bit came out through a clenched jaw, but I didn’t really care if he noticed.
“Are you not feeling well, Shiroyama-san?” So he did notice…
“Nah, I suppose it’s just the heat getting to me. A drink or two might fix me up alright.” That got me a strange kind of stare. It was totally weird coming from a man whose son basically has 70% alcohol running through his veins 80% of the time.
A walrus look-a-like of a man saved me as Uruha’s father excused himself to greet the said man.
I stepped out of his line of sight and quickened my steps to be away from the crowd of people. But God blessed my blasted soul and I bumped right into someone, who, when I looked up, happened to be the person I was giving the silent treatment to since morning. And he was not alone but accompanied with a pleasant looking girl who was outfitted in a knee-length fitted dress with a white long train behind her. I assumed she was the bride-to-be. Beautiful, was the word that should come to mind, but what actually did was, looks could be deceiving…
“Aoi…. You came!” And the look of relief that washed through his features… I can’t really explain.
Neither could I explain the thought that had passed my mind regarding this Tomoko-san…
“Well, I had said I would, didn’t I?” Maintain your cool, Aoi…
“Well, yes…you kinda.. did…” He looked embarrassed, and honestly I could have kissed him right then and there if there were no onlookers.
“You need not call me ten thousand times, you know?” I myself did not know what I was trying to imply here. Was I trying to rub it off of on the face of that girl? Could be…
“I thought … I… You shouldn’t have - ” I cut him off with a look that clearly said he was to say no more. I really did not want to be his home wrecker.
“Oh…” he was lost for a minute but soon caught on to me, “By the way, this is Tomoko. Tomoko, this is Aoi, my… one of my band members.”
I could not help but notice how he stuttered at the my, my spirit was uplifted a bit. Not that it meant anything was going to change.
“Nice to meet you…Aoi-san,” She spoke in an alluring way, as if she was trying to seduce you and she bowed a little, giving me a nice view of her cleavage showing through her corseted dress, or maybe I was looking into things too much again. Maybe she was just being victimized by my biased mind.
Or maybe I’m right…
“Uh.. nice to meet you too.” Not. I added in my mind.
Apparently, the look of discomfort was clearly visible on my face, because the next thing I knew, Uruha was steering away with the girl, with a ‘I’ll see you later’ and a look that said he really meant it.
And I did not miss the lingering gaze that his fiancée presented me with, before walking off with a tad bit of extra sway of her hips.
Gross…
***
“Where the hell were you, man?” A sudden backslap took my attention away from the damp stain on the wall that I had been staring at for … I would not know how long. I looked back to find the familiar nose-band covered face of Reita. I had almost heaved a sigh of relief on seeing someone I knew, but one careful look at his face told me the backslap was not meant to be on friendly terms. Okay. I braced myself.
“In my apartment; dressing for this beautiful wedding,” I leered at him, “Weren’t you too?”
Reita snorted. “Fuck you, man.”
I guess, there are no secrets between the five of us. But surely, they didn’t know about me and Uruha. Did Uruha-
“What beats me is what did you do that Uruha was so hard pressed on contacting you?” Kai interjected and I took another relieved breath, knowing our little secret was still safe.
Now to answer the question, I thought it best to turn this to Uruha…
“Ah, you know him, no one knows why he does the things he does …” I ended bitterly.
“I know what you mean. This was too sudden and I’ve never even heard him speak of this girl!,” Kai exclaimed, then turned to Reita, “Do you know her?”
“Uhh.. I guess I did,” Reita replied with a strange note in his voice. As if he was hesitant to admit it, as if he knew something that we did not and was struggling within himself to spill it or not.
“And?” Kai pressed for more. And I will admit I was curious too.
I could see that the conversation was making our noseless friend really uncomfortable, but we were not backing down.
“Well… as I knew her… She was the kind .. who… y’know…,” He paused, maybe to look for the right word to use, “I … I really don’t know how to say it…” By now, he looked completely flushed. And if he thought we would let him go, then he could not be more wrong.
“Got around?” Our vocalist spoke up, from wherever he had materialized to. And it was obvious he had heard the entire or atleast part of the conversation.
“Huh?”
“Don’t try to act dumb. Am I right?” Ruki leaned closer to the bassist, and even I would have felt small in front of the knowing grin that he shot at Reita.
“I.. think you can say that. She was a popular figure in our school and.. UGH! What are we? Gossiping ladies?!!!” Reita finished with frustration.
“So, what he means is she was a damn whore,” Ruki added his blunt interpretations, “And my question here is why exactly are we sacrificing our lead guitarist to a whore?”
“I tried reasoning with him, but he keeps blabbering something about he can’t help it.” Reita was again back to the topic, thanks to our diva of a vocalist.
“Me too,” I spoke up, “And he says the same thing.”
“There must be something he is hiding from us” Kai mused. To which, we all threw him a look.
“Good job, Captain Obvious, for getting it so soon.” Ruki muttered, sarcastically.
“By the way, where were you?” Kai asked him instead.
“I.. was fixing my hair. A strand would not sit right.” He answered with a degree of dignity which almost had me laughing out loud, if it was not for the grave situation that I found myself in.
Here I was, hearing about how my band member, okay, correction - my lover’s life was about to be handed over to some high-class prostitute and neither me nor he could do anything about it? But then Reita could be wrong, right? But somehow I had a tingling feeling inside that he was not. And I could not help but recall the impression that my mind had formed of her immediately after we met. And also the sultry gaze that she had used to look at me with… Suddenly I could see things travelling towards a very unbecoming ending or rather, beginning, and I certainly could not see Uruha having to face all this. I could not be waiting around here and talking like I was discussing an upcoming storm. A storm it was, but the damage caused would be at the cost of someone whom I still held dear to me. No matter how much I tried to give him the cold shoulder, but I could not deny the truth anymore. So, I decided to act upon the urge to find him and try to dislodge the secret he had hidden inside himself.
“Aoi, are you all right?” It was the second time someone had asked me the same thing today, it being Kai now. Maybe it was the correct excuse to go forth with my search now.
“I guess I just need to use the washroom. The heat is getting to me.” And off I went, my movement followed by three pairs of amused gazes.
***
I might have sounded all too confident to you earlier, but really I was just roaming around the premises blindly. I hadn’t a damn clue about where Uruha might be. And asking around didn’t help much either. It was as if I was meant to be a sufferer with the damn bastard and it was some kind of a morbid joke on my life. It was about half an hour later since I had taken my leave from the others and I was starting to wonder why the ceremonies had not started yet, that I felt a hand grabbing the collar of my black tuxedo jacket from behind. And before I could react, I found myself pinned to the wall of an abandoned room which I didn’t remember wandering into.
Believe me when I say that I literally let out a surprised yelp when I found out who was the owner of the body that had me fixed up against the dusty wall. Somehow in my deranged state of mind, I had assumed it to be Uruha, because he had a tendency to do that from time to time, at the most unsuspecting places, dark alleys, parking places, bathroom stalls, you name it. But never in my life, had I expected it to be Tomoko…
“What are you doing?” My voice taking on a hysterical tone.
She just chuckled in amusement and it somehow came on to me as really scary.
“No, seriously, this is not funny..” I tried again.
“Is it not?” I just realized I really hated her voice, especially this tone of her voice.
And I would not like to venture into the disgust that welled up in me because of her batting eyelashes.
I tried to push her off but damn, she was strong. It was a great blow… to my pride.
“Tomoko-san…”
“Shhh.. Call me Tomo…”
“No! Tomoko-san, I.. I..,” I had to stop the quivering of my voice, “I think you have lost your mind, but I haven’t and I would really appreciate if you let me go”
“Ah, you are right… I suppose. I did lose my mind. The moment I saw you.”
What?! I kept quite though; waiting to see how far gone was she.
“These midnight ebony locks, these alluring eyes, those full lips,” She punctuated every statement by tracing the said item of interest with her long red nails. I was just a few levels of disgust short of throwing up.
“Do you know what you are talking about?” I hissed as she dragged her fingers down my neck, leaving red scratches.
Actually, I could have shoved her off but I was still trying to reason with myself that she was a female and Uruha’s fiancée, even though the whole prospect seemed to have taken a rather crazy turn.
“Of course, I do, sugar,” I mentally gagged at that, “I’m figuring you’re more my type than he could ever be.”
“Then why are you marrying him?” I asked, finally seeing it better to stay calm and deal with the situation. I could not be harmed by her… right?
She gave another of those loud cackling laughter, with a menacing tone to it too.
“Let’s save it for another time, shall we?”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s say, I am all hot and bothered right now…” She licked her lips lewdly, “And I’d like you to take responsibility.” She drew out each word, like one of those porn actresses, masturbating for the camera and wanting you to imagine it was … Okay, let’s not get into that.
“Why should I?” It was really getting hard for me to breathe, I was about to get a panic attack.
“Why should you? Why, indeed.” She lowered her eyes and seemed to be thinking something. But the smile that crept onto her face told me she was just playing. “Because if you don’t, I might just have to force you to.” Her eyes were glinting with mischief and I felt the sweat collect on my brow.
“You think you can?” Sooner or later, I would have to stop this blasphemy.
“I do.” With that she forced her lips onto mine. I was dumbfounded. It was very ironical how things were turning out to be. My lover was getting married to this woman, who was hitting onto me. This woman, who was going to destroy the loving man that Uruha is. I could not let it happen.
I finally found the strength of the mind to push her aside. And I did it so hard that she hit her head against the rusted railings of the window. Painfully too, judging by the howl that she let out.
She tried to shove me against the wall again but I was prepared for her and instead managed to pin her.
“You can, can you?” I threatened her.
I was seeing red now. Nothing else. All sense of justice, judgment, power, reality wiped clean out of my mind. All I saw was a wretched creature in the shape of a woman who needed to be squashed.
“Why won’t you take me? Aaah.. you’re hurting me!” She shouted out.
The words were out of my mouth before I had time to ponder over them. Before I could think, if she deserved to be answered, if this sacred secret needed to be spilled to such a lowly creature, if it would really help…
“Because I love Uruha.”
It stopped her struggling, for a while, till the information sunk into that shrewd mind of hers. The expression of surprise soon deformed into a lewd grin.
“I knew it.”
“What?”
“That there was something between you two. The moment I saw you.” She repeated her words from earlier. A strange kind of fiery look was emanating out of her eyes.
“What are you-” She cut me off.
“You don’t get it, do you?” She started chuckling. “It was the time you had come with Kouyou to Kanagawa. I had just happened to see you and I knew that I wanted you-”
“What bullshit!!!” I yelled out.
“Nah. Not bullshit. Never that.” She let out another maniacal laughter before continuing, “I knew he was the only way to get me to you. Look where I am.”
My eyes might have widened at this point. Seriously, you could not blame me. This woman was telling me that she has directed all this drama just to get to me. Why, couldn’t she have approached me at that time and gotten over with it? Why drag Uruha into it? What sort of a cruel play was it?
“You’re insane!!!” I exclaimed.
“Ah..ha.. You’re wrong again. Just ambitious, won’t you agree?” She seemed to have gained some of her earlier demeanor. And the feeling that I was talking to an escaped patient from a mental asylum had subsided, a little.
“How the hell did you get Uruha to agree to this?” It was a legitimate question, though the more I thought, I realized the less time I should be spending here.
“Don’t worry, that was the easiest part of the job. Maybe you already know…” She kept the air hanging with that question and while I thought about it, she made her advance again on me.
It was probably plain reflex this time that made me get hold of her hands before she could do anything but to scream out loudly.
“Don’t force me to do anything to you that you don’t want me to, understand?” I said through gritted teeth.
“You think you can?” She repeated my words, “Well, I might even enjoy it. Go on, honey, do whatever you want to…” She ended the sentence by biting into her lips to the point that it drew out a drop of blood.
“Look at the damage that you’ve done already, my, my.” She said playfully, indicating her unkempt hair, her smeared make-up, her corseted front slipping down dangerously low and her virgin dress soiled.
“I am going out there and stopping this right here.” I let her go and turned to leave. I had had enough of this insanity.
“You wouldn’t have to…” She said with a knowing grin and started unbuttoning her dress.
While my brain was processing her meaning, a distinct sound of running footsteps caught my attention. I couldn’t have been gladder to embrace anyone’s attention now. And a few seconds later, the door burst open and in came Uruha, his father and few other people whom I did not recognize.
Suddenly Tomoko burst into tears and I realized that I had overlooked something… Something very important…
***
“Tomo-chaaan!!” A woman dressed in a mid-length mauve-colored dress ran to the now hysterically crying Tomoko. I assumed she was her mother or something like that.
Everything was happening too fast and soon enough, I found myself pinned to the wall again with two heavily built young men holding me there. And damn, did it hurt?!
“Aoi!” Uruha finally found his voice to speak out. The way he started towards me might be because he was about to aide me but was stopped by his father.
“No, Kouyou!” His father’s stern voice rung out in the room.
“But, Father, I’m sure he didn’t do anything-”
“Didn’t do anything?!!! Do you take us for fools, Kouyou-san?!” A middle aged man spoke up, who later I found out, was the father of the culprit.
“Watanabe-san, I know him! He wouldn’t dare do anything like this!” To see him rise up for me like that, I would have myself burst into tears. But I needed to be strong and stand my ground, if not for me, then for the man who looked as if he was fighting for his life here.
“Then what do you have to say about this?” He pointed to his daughter who was seriously a mess right now. I couldn’t spare her more than that just one glance though, because I needed to be calm here and she definitely made me want to go over and throttle her till I could see her filthy soul leaving her body.
“Why don’t you just ask her?” I sneered and it was a mistake. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, one of my captors backhanded me so hard that I was seeing black spots in my vision.
“Do. Not. Hurt. Him.” Uruha growled and everyone stood still for a minute.
“You see what he’s done to your wife and you still take side of this disgusting man?” Tomoko’s mother screeched out.
“Yes.”
“Kou-”
“No, Father, I had agreed to this because of a reason. The reason, as I see now, was not strong enough for me to have agreed to this.” To tell you the truth, my ears perked up at this. It was after all what I had wanted to hear all along.
“What is happening here? What reasons, Kouyou-san?” Watanabe spoke up.
At this point, Tomoko seemed to have snapped back to reality and was starting to rise up, ignoring her mother’s attempts at calming her down.
“Kouyou, no! You dare-”She started uttering but Uruha cut her short.
“Your daughter blackmailed me.”
The unison of gasps that was a response to this revelation could have had me laughing like a madman if I were at a better position. I had already guessed it was something like this. All I really wanted to know was, blackmailed with what?
“Tomoko, is he right?” Her father turned to her.
But what a practiced liar she must have been to deny it like that, “I don’t know what he’s talking about! He’s lying, Father! I did no such thing!!!!” She was clearly screaming at the top of her voice now. “He,” she pointed to Uruha, “and him,” she pointed to me, “are together in this. Don’t believe a word he says!”
“So do we take your word for it?” I repeated my mistake of speaking up again. Well, hey, I have a right to expression. But I was rewarded with a punch in the stomach that would have had me doubling over in pain but my arms were held out to the side.
It was remedied when Uruha was storming over to where I was and he boxed the bouncer who had hit me. And it resulted in quite the bloodshed on the other man’s part.
“I said do not hurt him.” Uruha hissed.
It was a really scary side of him that I had never witnessed before.
He turned to his father.
“Father, when you kept in front of me the proposal of marriage from Watanabe-san, I had no intention of accepting it-”
“But you had asked for time to think it over!”
“Yes, I had. To be courteous-”
“Kouyou!!”
“Let me finish, Father. We will come to courtesy later.” He paused a little, then having made up his decision about what he wanted to say, he spoke up again, “I wanted time to think over the proper response to give so that I could decline the offer. But the next day, I happened to meet Tomoko. I was just chatting with her when she brought on a topic that I had no idea she knew about.”
He raised his hand to rub at his neck. I knew he was finally going to reveal what had kept him quiet about the whole business. I could not hold my impatience any longer to see if it was really worth all this drama…
“One moment we were talking about puppies playing in the garden and the next she was telling me about how she had come across…”
He wiped his brow with his handkerchief and was almost reluctant to continue. Then he looked towards me and that seemed to have helped him go on further.
“She claimed to have seen me in high school… with a senpai of mine…”
“Don’t beat around the bush, Kouyou-san. We haven’t got all day. Make your point clear.” Watanabe said impatiently.
“She had seen me and Jin-senpai having sexual intercourse.”
“What?!” Another chorus of voices, including mine.
The others were surely surprised by his coming out but what surprised me was that this meager reason was what was making him marry that bitch.
“What are you implying, Kouyou-san?” This was the mother now.
“Just what he said, that I saw him getting fucked senseless by another guy.” Tomoko snapped out. Before anyone could chaste her about her bad mouth, Uruha seized the moment to finish what he had started.
“Yes. I get more attracted to males than I do to females. I had hid it well all these years and would have continued to do so till I saw it fit to be revealed. But her confession had caught me by surprise and I didn’t stop and question many things that I should have before accepting to do as she desired. In short, I shouldn’t have been ashamed of my sexuality. I shouldn’t have let her use that against me. I should have inquired more about why she wanted to marry me and was even threatening me to do it…”
“This is so lame!” I finally said aloud.
His face dropped at that.
“I know… I’m sorry, Aoi…” The kicked puppy look that he casted me with made me feel sorry instead.
“I still don’t see how he fits into the picture!” Takashima-san said, pointing an accusing finger at me still.
“As I see it,” Uruha began, “this was all a dirty game staged my Tomoko to get to Aoi. I should have known something was up when suddenly I was given a proposal to marry her when in school, she hadn’t even given me a single glance. My worst mistake was taking this casually and thinking my life could go on as it had without my reputation being at stake.”
He gazed at the blank faces staring back at him, obviously still not getting what he was trying to get at.
He inched closer to me and took a deep breath before leaning in and pulling me into a kiss. It was short lived but seemed to have driven the point home.
“I love Aoi and I am breaking off this shit,” he finally lost the formality in his speech, “This bitch tried to rape Aoi and blame it all on him in the end. This is what I gather from the circumstances and I choose to stand by what I believe! The rest you can work it out with her. I am out of here!”
***
As he dragged me out of the room, walking at a brisk pace that had me sprinting behind him to not fall out, I decided to open my mouth about how I was still going to blame him for all of the ruse.
“You are an idiot.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“God, Uru, here I thought you were probably hiding the fact that you had murdered someone in cold blood and what not and it turned out to be this!”
“I was caught by surprise, okay?” We had slowed down and were slightly panting from the exertion.
“That is not an excuse to let this mess happen. Fuck. I have a bruised face and an aching stomach just because you were scared that people will boo at you for you being a homo?!!!” I was nearly shouting now.
“Aoi..”
“No! Let me get this straight. All these days, when you refused to state why you were suddenly getting married out of the blue, the reason was this?! You could have atleast told me! All the theatrics down there? We could have avoided it! All you needed to do was come out to your Dad yourself before that woman spoke to him.”
“How do you suppose I could have done that?!” He was also shouting now, I could clearly see people turning their heads to see what the fuck was happening.
“Like you did now?”
“The situation demanded it!”
“So what you’re saying is that if Tomoko had not made her advances to me, you would have married her?!” I was about to give him some more pieces of my mind when a hand from behind rendered me unable to speak.
“Now, now, Aoi, he admits he is a butthead, let’s leave it at that, ne?” Ruki stated calmly, again materializing from somewhere.
“Its funny how the one time Uruha decides to act on impulse instead of churning his brains out, is the wrong time.” Reita commented and soon burst into laughter.
“But that was really something. It was the most amusing thing I had witnessed since ages!” Ruki had joined in with Reita’s hysteric fit.
“Guys, guys… calm down-”
“Shut up, Kai! You can laugh too. I know you want to!”
“Aoi, I’m going home. Are you coming?” Uruha huffed in annoyance. He was not at all enjoying being the laughing stock of the group.
“Sure…”
And we left.
A/N: Uhh.. I dunno what to say about this. I have a feeling that the over all feel of the fic changed from how it started to how it ended. I hope that it still maintained a flow to it. I tend to jump from here to there unknowingly T__T
The song that had inspired me to write this was “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” by Panic! At The Disco. I didn’t want to mention it earlier because the story kinda follows what happens in the song. So there would have been no surprise. However idiotic of a surprise it was >__>
I hope it was enjoyable at least .__.