Eyes on You [2/7]
Title: Eyes on You
Author: calorie-zero
Parts: 2/7
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha, Reita/Ruki
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, Drama, Humor
Warnings: the usual
Disclaimer: Unfortunately fiction. *tear*
Summary: Uruha has one last chance to catch Aoi's heart before graduation and Reita knows that it's not going to happen without a little bit of Ruki's magic touch to those oversized clothes and geeky glasses. But what he doesn't know is that Uruha isn't the only one that gets to fall in love...
Notes: This was…sort of fast? XD
I can't believe he did that. He stole my strawberry milk in the lunch line. I practically dashed for that damn carton and he walks up all naturally, suddenly sexy, and takes the carton, as if I'm not already reaching for it!
Can you believe it!? He has the same taste in milk as me.
I think I might faint.
But on the other hand, I saw him talking with that girl again today at lunch. I don't know why he talks to her. She laughs and hits him all the time. Abusive relationships are sad...although I wouldn't want to be with myself when I'm striking him down tomorrow for that strawberry milk. Grr...
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Uruha had successfully locked himself in the dressing room, away from his psychopathic self-appointed stylist and his useless evil minion. There was a mountain of clothes, all equally skin-tight and suspicious, on the germ-infested bench that he was secretly afraid of. Once he put them on, he was sure they were going to choke him to death with their invisible Spandex hands and freeze him to death in this weather because they lacked, well, fabric.
There was a sharp rap on the door. "Are you okay in there?" Reita called, sounding worried while somebody snickered in the background.
"I'm fine." Just trying not to get eaten by these clothes...Uruha bit his lip, working up the courage to pick up one article of clothing from the top and held it up. He cringed. He wasn't sure if purple shorts were really going to get him anywhere but the gay brothel.
Reita's voice floated through the door again. "If you don't want to wear them, it's ok--"
"It's not okay if you don't wear it," Ruki cut him off in a dangerous tone, jiggling the handle on the door when he heard Uruha clambering around uselessly. "I am going to personally bulldoze down this door and force you into the skimpiest outfit ever if you don't step out in five minutes," he threatened, taking a few steps back and preparing to ram down the door by himself.
"I'm not going to! I'm going way out of my league and you're going way out of your stupidity!" Uruha shouted back, already pressed against the door just in case.
The whole store turned to stare at this spectacle. Rolling his eyes, Reita grabbed the bull by the horns and promptly left the store hoisting one of his best friends under either arm, clawing at each other awkwardly across his stomach. This makeover thing, he thought, was turning into a bad Japanese drama.
While Uruha stood in line for ice cream, a sad pout still on his face, Reita and Ruki were having a nice chat that involved a lot of temple-rubbing, ear-grabbing, and defeated groans. Over his drink, Reita almost poked out his eye with his straw when he blindly moved to put his head on the table. Ruki angrily took a sip of his spiked soda, wrinkles deep on his face.
The doll lay in front of them, with blond hair now, in disappointment. And it suddenly hit Reita that Uruha wasn't just a dress-up doll but rather, their best friend, and convincing Ruki otherwise was proving difficult.
"If I become an alcoholic, it is totally your fault," Ruki muttered unappreciatively, feeling his arms tingle.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with just a t-shirt and jeans," Reita insisted, pointing at his own outfit and at Ruki's. Rolling his eyes, Ruki went to take another sip of his drink but Reita snatched it away and forced the other boy to listen to him while he was still sober. "He just needs clothes that actually fit, not almost nonexistent ones."
"If he keeps eating ice cream, the clothes he wears now are going fit just fine," Ruki pointed out sarcastically.
Reita raised a brow and persisted, "T-shirts and jeans." Ruki rolled his eyes again, crossing his arms and took a deep breath before answering.
"Fine. But the jeans have to cling to his ass and the t-shirt has to have at least one rainbow," he agreed reluctantly. Internally, Reita cheered and unconsciously gulped down the rest of Ruki's homemade vodka-and-cola, feeling it burn all the way down to his stomach and closed his eyes at the sudden blow. When he opened them again, Ruki was scowling at him but he couldn't stop thinking about how perfect those lips looked when they were angry. His heart burned a little too.
Uruha sauntered happily back to the table, licking his vanilla ice cream, and his eyes darted between Ruki and Reita's stiff figures. "You two can't hook up before I do, no matter how much the vodka says you should!" he protested, pointing his ice cream cone ferociously at Reita. Ruki kicked the other boy under the table and snatched back his drink: the vodka was telling him to say no to Reita anyways.
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"I feel like I just gave birth to a child," Ruki squealed, fretting over the details of Uruha's hair with more hairspray.
Reita held his head in pain and wandered over to where the boxes of shoes were, muttering, "You mean there's an unmistakable throbbing between your legs from missing something major or do you mean you have a hangover?" Reclining in a beanbag, he threw the pair of red converse high-tops he liked best on Uruha in the general direction of where the other two were standing in front of the mirror. It was seven in the morning on Monday and he was glad their operation of chaos was almost coming to fruition.
"What kind of children have you been having?" Ruki asked incredulously, eyes widening comically and returning to making sure every hair was in place. When Uruha saw Ruki reach for the eyeliner, he discreetly scooted away and twirled around once for Reita to see.
"Do I look fabo or what." Uruha laughed, adjusting the glasses on his nose (those had stayed for safety and traffic reasons, much to Ruki's discontent).
"If those rainbows don't catch his attention, I don't know what will," he assured, handing the taller blond his book bag with a pat on the shoulder. Making sure Uruha's jeans were tucked inside the sides of the shoes, Reita went to grab his own backpack and opened the door for his newly re-invented friend. "Have a good day at school, my child!" he joked, waving like a father from the doorway as Uruha walked out of the apartment. Playing along, Ruki wrapped an arm around Reita's waist and blew a kiss at Uruha. "Mommy loves you!" he called out, pretending to wave a handkerchief.
The door shut on Uruha's laughter ringing in the stairwell. Ruki let out the deep breath he had been holding for the last two days and slouched into Reita's side. A few minutes passed by without any words. "Thank God nothing died in the process," he muttered finally, wandering back to the table to grab his water bottle. Reita shrugged in agreement, his mind wandering to the book Ruki had brought home in elementary school: "Pop! Goes the weasel (and other fun microwave games).”
Just as Reita turned to go into his room, there was a loud knocking at the door and Uruha shouted, "It's Parent's Day, guys!"
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Curled up in a corner with his carton of strawberry milk, Uruha whimpered in defeat. No matter how good his friends assured him he looked (and that Ruki couldn't have possibly made him look worse than before), he couldn't bring himself to say anything coherent to Aoi. By now, Aoi must have established the impression that he was secretly a retarded gaping fish stuck in human form. He was convinced the glasses only made him more like an amphibian.
Tiredly, Ruki plopped down on the tile next to him, taking a disappointed sip of Uruha's soda. "It's really not all that difficult to say hello to Aoi after you've said it to me. You've climbed Mount Everest and now you won't even climb a hill!" he chastised with a deep frown. "All that hard work for nothing."
"He looked at me, at least, when I was in the lunch line," Uruha said in a tiny voice, cowering behind his desk even further and hiding his head between his knees.
"That idiot looks at you everyday. Either, he's going to assassinate you tomorrow or he's quietly observing his prey," Reita muttered. Though he couldn't quite figure out why it was so hard for Uruha to just to wave and smile and knock Aoi, or vice versa, he could sympathize a little bit. Liking somebody was serious business, especially when they were hotter than you--and they knew it.
"Or he's going to be the bitch in bed with that massive leg spread," Ruki thought aloud, handing the empty can of Coca-Cola back to Uruha.
"I don't see that happening," Reita retorted, earning himself a slap on the shoulder from Uruha, and shrugged the brief pain off. "You know it's true. Can you see him chaining Aoi to the bed and making the school's almost most popular boy scream?"
"Not when I'm eating, for God's sake!" Uruha hissed, throwing his sandwich back into its plastic wrap in disgust at the same time, Ruki raised a brow at Reita's suggestion.
"My imagination can take me into any dimension I want it to." Ruki pointed to his head and took a bite out of Uruha's abandoned ham and cheese sandwich even though it was against his diet rules. The cheese was just too tempting with teeth marks in it. Reita waved him off with a shake of his head and Uruha curled up into a tighter at the humiliating conversation about the infinite dimensions of his nonexistent sex life.
Why wasn't normal sex ever an option? (Oh wait, Aoi was another boy. That made things more complicated than ever.)
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Reaching up to erase the top of the blackboard, Uruha felt his shirt ride up for the first time in his life and immediately felt embarrassed even though nobody else was in the classroom except for Reita, who always shared clean up duty with him, and Ruki, who was lounging across the teacher's desk. He held it down before reaching up again with the eraser. Now that he thought about it, his pants felt like they were going to fall off too and he instinctively pulled the belt up.
The door from the classroom next door opened and shut and a familiar laughter filled the hallway. One set of footsteps began to fade away, the other set grew a little louder and he sucked in a breath of anticipation.
"Hey, Uruha, look this way. You have something on your glasses," Ruki demanded, his chin resting lazily his hands.
"What?" He turned to glance behind him, his hands leaving the hem of his shirt to take off his glasses and before he remembered that his belly button would show since he was still reaching up, his eyes met the ones of the boy blurred in the doorway. Aoi's dark orbs pierced him seemingly in the stomach where his belly button showed. Turning bright red, Uruha swung around to glare at Ruki in disbelief.
The sound of Aoi's footsteps running away echoed in the hallway and in Uruha's mind.
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Ruki couldn't remember when, and if he had ever, he last saw Uruha's eyes. The prescription of his glasses was so severe that the circular lines erased his eyes, and even Reita had come to believe that they might've disappeared, but they were there. They weren't just there but they shone copper and gold with a kind of emotion that Ruki had never seen before. He had always read Uruha's emotions by his eyebrows up until now.
There was definitely something beautiful about Uruha being angry and pinning him two feet off the ground by the collar of his shirt. Ruki couldn't stop staring into those eyes even as the mouth below was surely deafening him.
"Have you ever considered contacts?" Ruki suddenly blurted out, cutting Uruha off in the middle of his ranting speech about the different forms of torture he had stashed away in his closet. Reita, who had been sitting idly by and letting Ruki deal with the consequences of his actions, instantly became more amused by how many different shades of red Uruha's face could turn in a single hour and how many different types of stupid Ruki had been hiding underneath that almighty egoistic personality.
"Have you ever considered deformed eye sockets?" Uruha growled in the most dangerous tone Reita had ever heard him speak with, but it seemed to have no effect on Ruki.
"Seriously? Dude, try them!" Ruki feebly lifted one of his arms from his side and promptly popped out his right contact and proffered it to Uruha like it was the best gift he had ever given somebody. Reita cringed at the grossness of it and even Uruha recoiled a bit before forcing it to go back onto Ruki's eye.
"Just as a side note, I prefer to not touch things with eye boogers on them," Uruha said flatly.
Ruki shrugged, looking indignant at the hostile response. "Your loss." This earned him a much-deserved knuckle sandwich in the side of the head that he knew would surely form an attractive black eye the next day. Angrily, Uruha stomped out of the classroom with his things in hand and muttered curses under his breath as he pushed the glasses back up onto his nose.
Sighing, Reita stood up and walked over to help straighten out Ruki's crumpled form. "You're seriously the densest person ever. When somebody threatens to dent your skull in, it's universally known that you shut up and nod like a bobble head," he grumbled when Ruki groaned and touched the side of the swelling injury where it was still tender. Hauling Ruki's small body off the floor, he carried him down the hall towards the nurse's office for ice, and reveled at how Ruki's hair smelled like orange blossoms.
Sadly, Ruki buried his face into Reita's shoulder. "At least my new panda eye will make me more cuddly," he mumbled, secretly liking the new closeness between their warm bodies and felt the grip on his waist tighten.
"Let's hope Uruha thinks that too," Reita said, nudging open the door to the nurse's office and setting Ruki down on one of the beds. It was after school so the nurse had already left for the day, but it was easy to find an ice pack and a towel without her. Ruki whimpered a little when the coldness touched his injury, his entire face scrunching up into one of the cutest faces Reita had thought he'd ever seen and patted the smaller boy's shoulder.
Sniffing, Ruki stuck out his lower lip in disdain. "We gotta teach Jumbo some etiquette before he goes and runs his Mr. Gorgeous over with a bus for not noticing him."
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A/N: Uruha’s guide to getting and caring for your own panda bear: part one! (ß Reita’s secret reading while in the bathtub). And no, I do not encourage underage drinking (or running people over with buses or beating up people for strawberry milk), but hey, Ruki-ness happens.
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