It's You [oneshot]
|ReitaXRuki|Gazette|G|No Beta|
Ruki's Pov
You stayed. Said you want to made sure that I'm ok, that if I need something to do or I want anything maybe you could help. You stayed, to keep me company in case I'll feel lonely. You stayed, said that you'll be my voice for temporary.
Everyone was panicked, worried and scared when the live was over. Hurriedly drove me to Tokyo Hospital. But you, looked so calm, were not like the others, were not like something bad might happened. Even after the doctor mentioned about laryngeal edema virus was infecting me. I lost my voice and could not be able to speak, to even let out any coherent word. But you were calm, I could tell.
Everyone's excused themselves from my apartment, to go home after decided that was the time. One by one of them patted, stroked, clutched on my shoulder with that look of hope. Hope that I'd be better sooner, that I'd be able to get my voice back like the doctor said if I took a perfect rest, a full week. I just nodded, pretended that I was not scared of any of this, forced to smile that telling them I was ok. And then, they're gone. Left us alone.
You just stood there, in the end of the couch where I was sitting, arm folded with unreadable expression. When you shifted your head to me, our eyes met. But you hurriedly averted your gaze. Then stomped off to the kitchen.
Are you hate me, now?
Am I disappointing you?
Is it because I destroyed our tour schedule?
Beads of hot water dripped slowly from my eyes. Am I crying?
The thought about I was upseting you made me angry, to myself. The more I thought about your calm expression like nothing happened makes my heart aches, like it's being squeezed very hard.
Damn! Damn! How could I let it happened?
If I took care of myself better, I could prevent it, I should have. I know I could. Look, now he hates me, Reita hates me. He's disappointed. And that's all because of me. And, I could only cry like a baby here? Waiting a full week without anything I can do?
I saw a glass of water was placed on the table in front of me by your big hand, heard the clang between the glass itself against the glass of the table. Then I look at you. Still with my teary face. But you didn't notice. Or was it because of you not care at all?
"Where'd you put the pills the doctor gave you?" you asked. Your heavy voice sounded stable for me, sounded tired almost. I pointed at a black handbag across the table where I put the mentioned medicines before, and then you reached for the bag. Fumbled with the zipper for moment, rummaged it inside then took out what you've searched. Handed some clipped plastics to me, I know without a word that you want me to drink them, to make the ache go away, just like the doctor said. And, obdiently I took them, drew that bitter rounded solid little thing to my mouth then gulp a glass of water you've bought to make the pills pass my throat.
"Do you feel any better now?" you asked. Eyes locked with mine. Even when I'm in such pathetic condition, in the saddest feeling, I smiled wide, because for now that was what I could do, I want to laugh so hard, honestly, but knew that would hurt my throat more. What you asked was the most stupid question I've ever heard. Even a kindergarten kid could tell that a medicine would not take any effect that fast. And I've just drank them a few seconds ago.
"It-is-not-...yet." I said, no, I moved my lips slowly to make sure you know what I want to say.
"Oh." You nodded.
My heart beats faster when you came closer, when our thighs met and our shoulders bumped. Then you took my face to met yours with your calloused fingers.
"Why'd you cry?" your thumbs cleared the dry tears away from my cheeks, so you'd noticed. "Is it that hurt? Is it feel that bad?" I shook my head hurriedly, no. It wasn't that hurt. Not as hurt as when I see your behaviour before, when I think you're not care at all of what happened to me. But now, no. It wasn't hurt anymore. Maybe the medicine took it effect already. No. It's you. You soothed the ache away.
"I-am-scared-Rei," I mumbled very, very slowly, so that you'd know what I am saying.
"I-am-scared-my-voice-will-not-"
"Ssh.. Don't think like that." You pressed your index finger on my lips, stopped me for finished my sentences.
"You will be healed. The doctor said you will if you took a proper rest. Ok?" I found my head pressed on your chest tightly as you petting on my hair so gently. The scent of yours calmed me, and I no longer feel scared. Even I dare to say if lost my voice could make me stay like this, here in your embrace forever, I'll willingly sacrifice my voice. But then, you, the other members would find another vocalist to replace me, right?
So, I must healed faster. I will never give up my place, where I can be with you fo anyone else.
You keep stroking my hair, you're so close, the closest you and me had ever be. I could feel your breath hit my neck hotly, and my heart would not stop beating rapidly.
You pulled me away gently by my shoulders, a gentle expression was on your face.
"Let's take you a rest." you grabbed my wrist, stood up then lead the way to my room. You clicked the light on, lift up the blanket and nodded to me to just lay on the bed. I did.
I slipped myself on the bed, you covered my body with the blanket securily, then you turned around to leave.
I grabbed your wrist tightly just in the right time, preventing you not to leave. And you just look at my face confusedly.
"Do you need anything else?" you asked, and I moved my lips so slowly to make it clear for you to stay. Just like before, so you catched what I mean. You just motionless, stood there before me for a moment. Then srughed your shoulder.
"Okay. Why not?" you smiled, then I let go of your wrist. You walked to the door to closed it and clicked the light off, then came back to the bed, to join with me.
I feel the bed dipped lightly because of your weight body, soon after I could feel your warm body pressed against mine. Without I ever imagined before, you embrace my body close to you, our chest met, your chin on the tip of my head. And you're shaking, was that a hiccuped? Are you crying now, Rei?
"You're gonna be okay, Ru. Sooner. Your voice gonna be back, right?" your voice was trembling, and you're sniffling and something wet soaked my forehead, damped my hair, your tears. So, yes, you're crying steadily. The thought of you worried about me sent a warm feeling in my belly, my heart twisted pleasantly.
"We're gonna be finished this tour, yeah?" I nodded this time. And you kissed my forehead. Hesitantly, just a tiny peck.
"Good night, ru." your held tightened, and I smiled in the dark. Your breath slowed, and I assumed you're fast asleep.
Now, I could not wait to get my voice back. To voice out myself about my feeling toward you. So that I would not regret later if this similar thing happened, and my voice would not be back forever. I love you, Reita. And you would know it when I I got my voice back.
__THE.END__
A/n: Get well soon for gazete's beloved vocalist. And comment or any kind of feedback are apreciated ^^;
Ruki's Pov
You stayed. Said you want to made sure that I'm ok, that if I need something to do or I want anything maybe you could help. You stayed, to keep me company in case I'll feel lonely. You stayed, said that you'll be my voice for temporary.
Everyone was panicked, worried and scared when the live was over. Hurriedly drove me to Tokyo Hospital. But you, looked so calm, were not like the others, were not like something bad might happened. Even after the doctor mentioned about laryngeal edema virus was infecting me. I lost my voice and could not be able to speak, to even let out any coherent word. But you were calm, I could tell.
Everyone's excused themselves from my apartment, to go home after decided that was the time. One by one of them patted, stroked, clutched on my shoulder with that look of hope. Hope that I'd be better sooner, that I'd be able to get my voice back like the doctor said if I took a perfect rest, a full week. I just nodded, pretended that I was not scared of any of this, forced to smile that telling them I was ok. And then, they're gone. Left us alone.
You just stood there, in the end of the couch where I was sitting, arm folded with unreadable expression. When you shifted your head to me, our eyes met. But you hurriedly averted your gaze. Then stomped off to the kitchen.
Are you hate me, now?
Am I disappointing you?
Is it because I destroyed our tour schedule?
Beads of hot water dripped slowly from my eyes. Am I crying?
The thought about I was upseting you made me angry, to myself. The more I thought about your calm expression like nothing happened makes my heart aches, like it's being squeezed very hard.
Damn! Damn! How could I let it happened?
If I took care of myself better, I could prevent it, I should have. I know I could. Look, now he hates me, Reita hates me. He's disappointed. And that's all because of me. And, I could only cry like a baby here? Waiting a full week without anything I can do?
I saw a glass of water was placed on the table in front of me by your big hand, heard the clang between the glass itself against the glass of the table. Then I look at you. Still with my teary face. But you didn't notice. Or was it because of you not care at all?
"Where'd you put the pills the doctor gave you?" you asked. Your heavy voice sounded stable for me, sounded tired almost. I pointed at a black handbag across the table where I put the mentioned medicines before, and then you reached for the bag. Fumbled with the zipper for moment, rummaged it inside then took out what you've searched. Handed some clipped plastics to me, I know without a word that you want me to drink them, to make the ache go away, just like the doctor said. And, obdiently I took them, drew that bitter rounded solid little thing to my mouth then gulp a glass of water you've bought to make the pills pass my throat.
"Do you feel any better now?" you asked. Eyes locked with mine. Even when I'm in such pathetic condition, in the saddest feeling, I smiled wide, because for now that was what I could do, I want to laugh so hard, honestly, but knew that would hurt my throat more. What you asked was the most stupid question I've ever heard. Even a kindergarten kid could tell that a medicine would not take any effect that fast. And I've just drank them a few seconds ago.
"It-is-not-...yet." I said, no, I moved my lips slowly to make sure you know what I want to say.
"Oh." You nodded.
My heart beats faster when you came closer, when our thighs met and our shoulders bumped. Then you took my face to met yours with your calloused fingers.
"Why'd you cry?" your thumbs cleared the dry tears away from my cheeks, so you'd noticed. "Is it that hurt? Is it feel that bad?" I shook my head hurriedly, no. It wasn't that hurt. Not as hurt as when I see your behaviour before, when I think you're not care at all of what happened to me. But now, no. It wasn't hurt anymore. Maybe the medicine took it effect already. No. It's you. You soothed the ache away.
"I-am-scared-Rei," I mumbled very, very slowly, so that you'd know what I am saying.
"I-am-scared-my-voice-will-not-"
"Ssh.. Don't think like that." You pressed your index finger on my lips, stopped me for finished my sentences.
"You will be healed. The doctor said you will if you took a proper rest. Ok?" I found my head pressed on your chest tightly as you petting on my hair so gently. The scent of yours calmed me, and I no longer feel scared. Even I dare to say if lost my voice could make me stay like this, here in your embrace forever, I'll willingly sacrifice my voice. But then, you, the other members would find another vocalist to replace me, right?
So, I must healed faster. I will never give up my place, where I can be with you fo anyone else.
You keep stroking my hair, you're so close, the closest you and me had ever be. I could feel your breath hit my neck hotly, and my heart would not stop beating rapidly.
You pulled me away gently by my shoulders, a gentle expression was on your face.
"Let's take you a rest." you grabbed my wrist, stood up then lead the way to my room. You clicked the light on, lift up the blanket and nodded to me to just lay on the bed. I did.
I slipped myself on the bed, you covered my body with the blanket securily, then you turned around to leave.
I grabbed your wrist tightly just in the right time, preventing you not to leave. And you just look at my face confusedly.
"Do you need anything else?" you asked, and I moved my lips so slowly to make it clear for you to stay. Just like before, so you catched what I mean. You just motionless, stood there before me for a moment. Then srughed your shoulder.
"Okay. Why not?" you smiled, then I let go of your wrist. You walked to the door to closed it and clicked the light off, then came back to the bed, to join with me.
I feel the bed dipped lightly because of your weight body, soon after I could feel your warm body pressed against mine. Without I ever imagined before, you embrace my body close to you, our chest met, your chin on the tip of my head. And you're shaking, was that a hiccuped? Are you crying now, Rei?
"You're gonna be okay, Ru. Sooner. Your voice gonna be back, right?" your voice was trembling, and you're sniffling and something wet soaked my forehead, damped my hair, your tears. So, yes, you're crying steadily. The thought of you worried about me sent a warm feeling in my belly, my heart twisted pleasantly.
"We're gonna be finished this tour, yeah?" I nodded this time. And you kissed my forehead. Hesitantly, just a tiny peck.
"Good night, ru." your held tightened, and I smiled in the dark. Your breath slowed, and I assumed you're fast asleep.
Now, I could not wait to get my voice back. To voice out myself about my feeling toward you. So that I would not regret later if this similar thing happened, and my voice would not be back forever. I love you, Reita. And you would know it when I I got my voice back.
__THE.END__
A/n: Get well soon for gazete's beloved vocalist. And comment or any kind of feedback are apreciated ^^;