[FIC] Hope, Now [Uruha x Ruki (the GazettE) - 2/?]
Title: Hope, Now
Author: bent_cigarettes
Fandom: The GazettE
Type: Chaptered (2/?); song fic to “Seed” by The Academy Is…
Pairing/s: URUHA/RUKI (Uruki)
Rating: PG for now
Warning/s: Mild language. ~ 1653 words
Summary: Despite his occupation, Ruki the con artist struggles to find something real in his life.
Disclaimer: I don't own The GazettE or Suzuki Motors (Reita doesn't own them, either, prolly).
Previous Chapters: One
Next Chapters: Three
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Run, run, holding on to some pieces that you left behind.
Hope now, as I walk away, you're the one that finds me out.
Run from the only thing left that I hold close.
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A type of confidence that was impossible to control; deeply rooted and so heavily relied on, Ruki’s conviction reached heights that Uruha’s was far too cowardly to even think about. His was a vast and mighty ocean, compared to the blonde’s feeble puddle.
Of course, he had his reasons of being afraid of the eventuality of their actions. Severe consequences await the day Ruki and Uruha fail. Oppressive fates and corporate Grim Reapers stalk patiently in the shadows, yet continue to stay near enough to be anxious about-to consume one in worry.
They were digging their own graves-the more money they steal, the more times they win, the bigger the consequence-but the limbs of both Ruki’s pride and Uruha’s apprehension branched out like a cage around them, never allowing the two an escape from this lifestyle. The deeds have been done, and the sins counted.
Ruki could say he cared, but that would just make him more of a liar than he already is.
Petrified of the repercussion that these actions may bring to his loved-ones, yet unable to let a good friend arrive at damnation alone, Uruha moved, far from his once closely-knit family. Also, he attended band practice only twice a week-whole days on Sundays and again on Wednesdays.
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A loud ding resounded in Uruha’s ears as the steel doors of the elevator began to open slowly. Sleep-deprived and with a heavy guitar case slung around an aching shoulder, he did not in the very least, appreciate the sound.
Throwing the door of their apartment open once he stopped fumbling with the keys, Uruha placed his prized POTBELLY in its stand at the corner of the room. As he moved into the kitchen area, he stole a glance at the crystal wall clock.
The blonde began to prepare an early dinner for himself, making more in case Ruki wanted any, as he waited for the day to end like every other.
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Despite his resolution not to do so, the sleepless night caught up to Uruha. Ruki, once he arrived home, had found him sprawled on the lounge in their living room, with the lights closed but the television open. The con man shook his head at this, and moved to lean over his roommate.
Ruki watched the bluish rays from the television illuminate the blonde’s face. One side glowed, shaping the features that looked more so elegant while he was asleep, while the other remained unreachable to the light. Uruha’s long lashes lightly touched his cheeks, spreading its shadow to somewhere below the bone. It was a dreamless slumber.
Perhaps expecting the other to wake up on his own, Ruki took another moment to stare, after which, his hand reached out to flick at the man’s nose. The action caused the blonde to jump slightly, eyes snapping open as a hand automatically swatted Ruki’s away.
As cute as Uruha’s nose was, there was work to be done.
“What the hell...” Uruha grumbled after his eyes adjusted to the dark and identified the offender. He sat up and rubbed his nose a little, unable to help his pouting.
“I just got home,” the dark-haired man answered without being asked, plopping down beside the space Uruha vacated. Lying down, the man took up a little more than the whole couch. Ruki could hardly take up a single lounge chair.
He leaned to the side, against the taller man’s back. Feeling heat on the skin, Ruki mumbled a “How long have you been asleep, anyway?” before slipping a contrastingly cool palm under his shirt. Uruha groaned and tried to squirm away, only to be held back by an arm snaking around his waist.
“Oooii, stop,” the blonde said with an evident whine in his voice. “Your hands are cold. Get away from me.”
Ruki only smirked, holding Uruha closer against him. The arm around the blonde’s torso found its way under his shirt as well, brushing past his stomach before moving up to his chest. Uruha shivered lightly and held onto Ruki’s wrists. His pulls were weak and unconvincing.
“Why are you like this? I don’t do this often, you know, so appreciate it,” Ruki teased. “Usually, you’re the clingy one.”
Uruha shook his head in denial, eventually giving up on the limb-cage before slouching against the back of the couch. Neither spoke for a few moments, until Ruki let him go.
“Blegh, just when you were getting warm,” Uruha sighed.
A chuckle left him. As Ruki undid his tie and shrugged off his suit jacket-all for props-Uruha turned in his seat to face the television, seemingly remembering only at that moment what he was doing before falling asleep. Aimless channel surfing began once he had relocated the remote.
From the electric clock nearby, the blonde found out it was about ten in the evening. Having accidentally slept for five hours-lazing around, eating and waiting for Ruki to come back home-Uruha probably wouldn’t be able to again later on.
A silence fell between them as they stared at the screen, not particularly listening, but neither completely uninterested.
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“...Why did you wake me up again?”
“Oh,” Ruki started with a laugh, having remembered just now as well. He turned to the other with a grin. “You don’t have plans tomorrow, right?”
“Duh.” He never has plans anymore, in the off-chance Ruki needed him to drive or something.
“As usual,” Ruki rolled his eyes, but continued to smile widely. “Anyway, bring out your best suit and find an empty suitcase. I had some doctorate diplomas and a CV1 forged for us this morning, and several certification documents have already been sent to the company secretary. Suzuki senior is expecting us tomorrow afternoon.”
The blonde’s eyes lingered back to the television when the name was mentioned, unwilling to listen to more.
“I think it’s too soon,” he mumbled, changing the channel.
Face falling, Ruki stared. A brow finally rose after a second. “It’s not, now’s a perfect time. We have to act quickly.” Hands moved to emphasize his words.
“Who said?”
“I did,” Ruki almost growled, irritated by the man’s lack of cooperation. He was always like this! “And that guy isn’t getting any younger, you know. Don’t be surprised if he dies tomorrow.”
Shaking his head, Uruha turned off the television. Immediately, the room was eaten by the darkness, save for the faintest of light slipping through a nearby window. It held the view of the far city, dotted with multi-colored specs of light so brilliant that one would think it was the sky.
Catching himself staring out said window, the taller man turned to Ruki, unable to tell if he was looking back.
“I won’t be, but Ruki,” he bagan, trying to find more reasons, more excuses. “I really, truly and honestly, think we have to fix our plan first. I’d prefer not to do this at all, but you seem too excited...”
“Fuck yeah, I’m excited,” Ruki said in a low grumble. One could practically hear the frown in his words. “Because I know our plan’s going to work. I thought about it more today-it’s perfect! Absolutely perfect...except when a certain someone is being such a goddamn wuss.”
“I’m not a wuss!”
“Yes you are!”
“I’m not,” Uruha repeated slowly, a heel hitting the coffee table on which he had put his feet up. “You’re just being an idiot for taking on something as big as Suzuki Motors...I don’t even know why I agreed to this! What will this get you, anyway, if we live like kings already?”
He felt Ruki blindly grasp for his shirt, twisting the material around a fist and yanking Uruha closer. He had been looking back.
“You’re asking that?” he began with tightly clenched teeth. A deep frown was on Uruha’s face, angry yet discerning, as the other began calling him by his real name.
“Living like kings isn’t enough, Kouyou, because kings can be dethroned. Kings can be touched, accused and questioned. Kings have low-lives to please, and he needs them to keep him in power! In that sense, kings are just humans with a metal circle on their head.
“If we win this, we can live like gods.” The light caught the white of Ruki’s eyes, making them look larger, wilder. “Omnipotent and unchallenged...damnit, Kouyou, why are you satisfied with this, when, as a god, we can never be defeated again? As a god, you’ll never have to be afraid! Instead of us pleasing them, it’s the other way around.”
The silence that followed held strong, but not strong enough.
“But do you really have to rob your friend just to achieve that?!”
“Akira’s an idiot that would burn that company to the ground before he even starts his term as president. As I said, we’re doing everyone a favor. Besides, even if he wasn’t, I’m always ready to do whatever it takes,” was the reply, sounding more menacing than ever.
Really, they only ever fought if it was about the business. With a bigger than ever target, Uruha is left with an option over an option-save himself and leave Ruki to eventually fall on his own, effectively leaving the comfortable lifestyle that both he and his family has grown so accustomed to? Or suck it up and continue living a lie?
Uruha stood abruptly and stomped to his bedroom for the second night in a row, but this time, without saying a word.
The bedroom door slammed shut, and Ruki’s face contorted in frustration. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and hands in his hair, tugging and wanting to rip away. “This is fucking ridiculous.”
How will tomorrow go if things are like this between us? was the question troubling both minds as yet another sleepless night claimed them.
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1 Curriculum Vitae - a resumè
A/N: UGH, finally. I don’t know why, but this was hard to write. I kept redoing the third part because my writing seemed really bad. Hopefully this is okay. I’ll aim to release an update once every week! *still needs to memorize con-artist terms, business and corporate finance jargon*
Author: bent_cigarettes
Fandom: The GazettE
Type: Chaptered (2/?); song fic to “Seed” by The Academy Is…
Pairing/s: URUHA/RUKI (Uruki)
Rating: PG for now
Warning/s: Mild language. ~ 1653 words
Summary: Despite his occupation, Ruki the con artist struggles to find something real in his life.
Disclaimer: I don't own The GazettE or Suzuki Motors (Reita doesn't own them, either, prolly).
Previous Chapters: One
Next Chapters: Three
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Run, run, holding on to some pieces that you left behind.
Hope now, as I walk away, you're the one that finds me out.
Run from the only thing left that I hold close.
- - - - - - - - - - ♥ - - - - - - - - - -
A type of confidence that was impossible to control; deeply rooted and so heavily relied on, Ruki’s conviction reached heights that Uruha’s was far too cowardly to even think about. His was a vast and mighty ocean, compared to the blonde’s feeble puddle.
Of course, he had his reasons of being afraid of the eventuality of their actions. Severe consequences await the day Ruki and Uruha fail. Oppressive fates and corporate Grim Reapers stalk patiently in the shadows, yet continue to stay near enough to be anxious about-to consume one in worry.
They were digging their own graves-the more money they steal, the more times they win, the bigger the consequence-but the limbs of both Ruki’s pride and Uruha’s apprehension branched out like a cage around them, never allowing the two an escape from this lifestyle. The deeds have been done, and the sins counted.
Ruki could say he cared, but that would just make him more of a liar than he already is.
Petrified of the repercussion that these actions may bring to his loved-ones, yet unable to let a good friend arrive at damnation alone, Uruha moved, far from his once closely-knit family. Also, he attended band practice only twice a week-whole days on Sundays and again on Wednesdays.
- - - - - - - - - - ♥ - - - - - - - - - -
A loud ding resounded in Uruha’s ears as the steel doors of the elevator began to open slowly. Sleep-deprived and with a heavy guitar case slung around an aching shoulder, he did not in the very least, appreciate the sound.
Throwing the door of their apartment open once he stopped fumbling with the keys, Uruha placed his prized POTBELLY in its stand at the corner of the room. As he moved into the kitchen area, he stole a glance at the crystal wall clock.
The blonde began to prepare an early dinner for himself, making more in case Ruki wanted any, as he waited for the day to end like every other.
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Despite his resolution not to do so, the sleepless night caught up to Uruha. Ruki, once he arrived home, had found him sprawled on the lounge in their living room, with the lights closed but the television open. The con man shook his head at this, and moved to lean over his roommate.
Ruki watched the bluish rays from the television illuminate the blonde’s face. One side glowed, shaping the features that looked more so elegant while he was asleep, while the other remained unreachable to the light. Uruha’s long lashes lightly touched his cheeks, spreading its shadow to somewhere below the bone. It was a dreamless slumber.
Perhaps expecting the other to wake up on his own, Ruki took another moment to stare, after which, his hand reached out to flick at the man’s nose. The action caused the blonde to jump slightly, eyes snapping open as a hand automatically swatted Ruki’s away.
As cute as Uruha’s nose was, there was work to be done.
“What the hell...” Uruha grumbled after his eyes adjusted to the dark and identified the offender. He sat up and rubbed his nose a little, unable to help his pouting.
“I just got home,” the dark-haired man answered without being asked, plopping down beside the space Uruha vacated. Lying down, the man took up a little more than the whole couch. Ruki could hardly take up a single lounge chair.
He leaned to the side, against the taller man’s back. Feeling heat on the skin, Ruki mumbled a “How long have you been asleep, anyway?” before slipping a contrastingly cool palm under his shirt. Uruha groaned and tried to squirm away, only to be held back by an arm snaking around his waist.
“Oooii, stop,” the blonde said with an evident whine in his voice. “Your hands are cold. Get away from me.”
Ruki only smirked, holding Uruha closer against him. The arm around the blonde’s torso found its way under his shirt as well, brushing past his stomach before moving up to his chest. Uruha shivered lightly and held onto Ruki’s wrists. His pulls were weak and unconvincing.
“Why are you like this? I don’t do this often, you know, so appreciate it,” Ruki teased. “Usually, you’re the clingy one.”
Uruha shook his head in denial, eventually giving up on the limb-cage before slouching against the back of the couch. Neither spoke for a few moments, until Ruki let him go.
“Blegh, just when you were getting warm,” Uruha sighed.
A chuckle left him. As Ruki undid his tie and shrugged off his suit jacket-all for props-Uruha turned in his seat to face the television, seemingly remembering only at that moment what he was doing before falling asleep. Aimless channel surfing began once he had relocated the remote.
From the electric clock nearby, the blonde found out it was about ten in the evening. Having accidentally slept for five hours-lazing around, eating and waiting for Ruki to come back home-Uruha probably wouldn’t be able to again later on.
A silence fell between them as they stared at the screen, not particularly listening, but neither completely uninterested.
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“...Why did you wake me up again?”
“Oh,” Ruki started with a laugh, having remembered just now as well. He turned to the other with a grin. “You don’t have plans tomorrow, right?”
“Duh.” He never has plans anymore, in the off-chance Ruki needed him to drive or something.
“As usual,” Ruki rolled his eyes, but continued to smile widely. “Anyway, bring out your best suit and find an empty suitcase. I had some doctorate diplomas and a CV1 forged for us this morning, and several certification documents have already been sent to the company secretary. Suzuki senior is expecting us tomorrow afternoon.”
The blonde’s eyes lingered back to the television when the name was mentioned, unwilling to listen to more.
“I think it’s too soon,” he mumbled, changing the channel.
Face falling, Ruki stared. A brow finally rose after a second. “It’s not, now’s a perfect time. We have to act quickly.” Hands moved to emphasize his words.
“Who said?”
“I did,” Ruki almost growled, irritated by the man’s lack of cooperation. He was always like this! “And that guy isn’t getting any younger, you know. Don’t be surprised if he dies tomorrow.”
Shaking his head, Uruha turned off the television. Immediately, the room was eaten by the darkness, save for the faintest of light slipping through a nearby window. It held the view of the far city, dotted with multi-colored specs of light so brilliant that one would think it was the sky.
Catching himself staring out said window, the taller man turned to Ruki, unable to tell if he was looking back.
“I won’t be, but Ruki,” he bagan, trying to find more reasons, more excuses. “I really, truly and honestly, think we have to fix our plan first. I’d prefer not to do this at all, but you seem too excited...”
“Fuck yeah, I’m excited,” Ruki said in a low grumble. One could practically hear the frown in his words. “Because I know our plan’s going to work. I thought about it more today-it’s perfect! Absolutely perfect...except when a certain someone is being such a goddamn wuss.”
“I’m not a wuss!”
“Yes you are!”
“I’m not,” Uruha repeated slowly, a heel hitting the coffee table on which he had put his feet up. “You’re just being an idiot for taking on something as big as Suzuki Motors...I don’t even know why I agreed to this! What will this get you, anyway, if we live like kings already?”
He felt Ruki blindly grasp for his shirt, twisting the material around a fist and yanking Uruha closer. He had been looking back.
“You’re asking that?” he began with tightly clenched teeth. A deep frown was on Uruha’s face, angry yet discerning, as the other began calling him by his real name.
“Living like kings isn’t enough, Kouyou, because kings can be dethroned. Kings can be touched, accused and questioned. Kings have low-lives to please, and he needs them to keep him in power! In that sense, kings are just humans with a metal circle on their head.
“If we win this, we can live like gods.” The light caught the white of Ruki’s eyes, making them look larger, wilder. “Omnipotent and unchallenged...damnit, Kouyou, why are you satisfied with this, when, as a god, we can never be defeated again? As a god, you’ll never have to be afraid! Instead of us pleasing them, it’s the other way around.”
The silence that followed held strong, but not strong enough.
“But do you really have to rob your friend just to achieve that?!”
“Akira’s an idiot that would burn that company to the ground before he even starts his term as president. As I said, we’re doing everyone a favor. Besides, even if he wasn’t, I’m always ready to do whatever it takes,” was the reply, sounding more menacing than ever.
Really, they only ever fought if it was about the business. With a bigger than ever target, Uruha is left with an option over an option-save himself and leave Ruki to eventually fall on his own, effectively leaving the comfortable lifestyle that both he and his family has grown so accustomed to? Or suck it up and continue living a lie?
Uruha stood abruptly and stomped to his bedroom for the second night in a row, but this time, without saying a word.
The bedroom door slammed shut, and Ruki’s face contorted in frustration. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and hands in his hair, tugging and wanting to rip away. “This is fucking ridiculous.”
How will tomorrow go if things are like this between us? was the question troubling both minds as yet another sleepless night claimed them.
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1 Curriculum Vitae - a resumè
A/N: UGH, finally. I don’t know why, but this was hard to write. I kept redoing the third part because my writing seemed really bad. Hopefully this is okay. I’ll aim to release an update once every week! *still needs to memorize con-artist terms, business and corporate finance jargon*