Eyes on You [3/7]
Title: Eyes on You
Author: calorie-zero
Parts: 3/7
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: Has anybody figured out who’s writing the little diary entries in the beginning yet? :D
Shopping list: cabbage, parsley, carrots (what’s with all the rabbit food?), salmon (lots of protein!), banana milk, apples, a cake (to make me more huggable), melon (to hit Reita over the head with because I told him I would smack him silly if he lost another goal during an important game), peas (because he also said he would eat them if he did that again)
Actually, I think I’m falling for “him” pretty hard now, but I feel like some creepy some stalker at the same time. ‘Cos every time he doesn’t think I’m looking, I totally am and then I see his cute little smile and I just want to feed him sweet things and …
I think it is now proper to announce I have gone off the deep end with my bunny fantasy.
And I let him take the strawberry milk again today.
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Laid out in front of Uruha at the dining table were three forks, three spoons, and two steak knives he could put to a use other than cutting the steak on the plate. Ruki and Reita were hovering over him, waiting for a reaction with way too much concentration. Finally, he picked up the biggest steak knife and pointed it dangerously at Ruki (it appeared that Uruha’s new skinny jeans, which hadn’t been worn in yet, were making him a tad grumpy).
“Explain, minion,” Uruha demanded, brows knitting and face scrunching up into one of distaste. As his best friends, they should’ve already known he hated eating too much meat at one time. Was this their subtle way of telling him to get fat?
“We wanted to see how well you knew etiquette. This is the first step and you’re already failing by waving that thing near my face, Elf Lord,” Ruki told him flatly, moving the knife so it was back on the table and not heading for his intestines. “Besides, you can’t kill pandas. I’m part of an endangered species!” he added with a hint of glee.
“Illegal poachers still exist,” Reita pointed out, examining his jagged cuticles with a strange interest. Ruki rolled his eyes and grabbed Reita’s hand to redirect his attention to the difficult task they had to accomplish.
Sighing when Uruha frowned at him, Ruki took a bite of the steak with his bare hands and flicked the insolent blond’s forehead to get him to snap out of his angry face. “You’re going to get wrinkles if you keep making that face. It really just comes down to this: do you want Mr. Gorgeous to like you back or not?”
Uruha sniffed, looking away with his chin in his hand. The overtly happy expression on Reita’s face at how Ruki was simply tugging at his hand was hard to miss and he wondered why it was so easy for (rude, overbearing, crazy rebel) Ruki to make somebody like him back. Shoulders sagging in defeat, Uruha nodded. “I want him to like me back.”
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With an impatient quirk of his lips, Uruha waited for Ruki in the morning in front of the classroom door with Reita. The little imp had called them both at midnight, commanding them to show up early to school two hours early so they could see his first lesson for Uruha. It was going to be fantabulous, he had promised.
There were barely any people in the hallways at six o’clock and Uruha began to think it was a mistake to show up on time. Ruki was always fashionably late, as he liked to call it, to any sort of convention. Yawning, Uruha leaned his head against the window and glanced over at Reita’s dozing pose with a certain curiosity before poking him awake with a mischievous smile.
“What?” Reita grumbled, rubbing his face and running a hand through his bed head hair. He felt his heart sink when Uruha’s face began to emulate that of Ruki’s on a very good day because it almost ensured something unfortunate on his part.
“Why do you like Ruki?” Uruha blurted out, the grin on his face growing ever wider.
Taken aback by the sudden bluntness, Reita raised a brow and folded his arms across his chest defiantly. “Who the hell told you that? I don’t like people.”
“It’s scarily obvious,” Uruha retorted. His playful expression melted into one of sappy romance as he mocked Reita. “Oh! Please let me hold your hand, Panda-sama! Let me laugh at all your jokes even though they suck balls,” he chirped sarcastically, wagging a finger in his best friend’s face. “And don’t think I didn’t see you carry Panda-sama down to the infirmary.”
“He needed medical attention! And yesterday, he was the one who took my hand and his jokes are funny for the most part!” Reita protested and knew he was failing at protecting his honor when Uruha shook his head.
“Spill, Reita. If my best friends are going to go make more tyrants in the future, I need to know what sort of lunacy possessed the one I thought was sane before that happens,” Uruha insisted with the cutest look he could manage.
“More? We’ve never even-“ Reita began to splutter, turning red.
“If you don’t tell me, I’m going to seduce Ruki and sabotage your happy baby-making future with the midget,” Uruha threatened, his right brow raising in a treacherous sort of way.
Reita was silent for some time. After some contemplation and hoping that Ruki would miraculously show up on time, he motioned for Uruha to come closer so he didn’t have to say it so loud. “Because when we’re alone, he’s really sweet and he tries to kiss me when he’s happy and it’s…”
“It’s what?” came a growl from behind them both.
Reita and Uruha both swung around to see Ruki standing in front of them, decked out in a leopard-print t-shirt and cargo shorts. “Did we miss something important?” Uruha asked.
“Not yet, but if you two are getting chummy without telling me…” Ruki trailed off, his lower lip jutting out at Reita.
“Putting aside that you’re an hour late, what sort of terrors does Uruha have to suffer today?” Reita brushed aside the topic and tried to peer over Ruki’s shoulder at the piece of paper he had but was pushed away dismissively.
With a flourish of his arm towards the long, empty hall, Ruki pressed the paper into Uruha’s hands and immediately started walking away, his back perfectly straight, chin up, and his hips subtly moving from side to side. Face slack in shock, Uruha cringed when he opened the piece of the paper to reveal the bold red-pen words: “Have a fabulous strut that’ll make him want to have x-ray vision to see through your pants.”
Uruha looked up to see that such was the truth: Reita’s eyes were definitely glued to Ruki’s butt.
“Don’t stare at his crotch. That’s awkward,” Uruha hissed, smacking Reita upside the head when Ruki turned around at the end of the hall. The few people that were at school at this time plastered themselves against the walls in a sort of fear.
Ruki came to a stop in front of them and Uruha slowly began to shake his head. “There is no way in hell that I am walking like that, even if it’s only in front of two people-“
Reita interrupted knowingly, grabbing Uruha’s arm and grinning. “You’ll be doing that during lunch, in front of Mr. Gorgeous.”
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“I don’t care if you have to strap me down to your shoulders and carry me down the hall that way, I am not going to whore my way down the hall!” Uruha hissed, sitting firmly in his seat and refusing to budge no matter how much Reita and Ruki pushed and shoved at him. “It’s stupid and embarrassing and he’s going to think I’m some crazy wannabe.”
“Well, I think it’s going to be sexy, which by the way, is something you’ve got to work on,” Ruki declared, grabbing one edge of the desk and motioning for Reita to help him. Easily, Reita tilted the desk onto its side, successfully dumping Uruha onto the floor.
Dusting off his hands, Ruki stood above Uruha with a stern look in his eye and asked again, “Are you going to do it or not?”
Rolling his eyes at how obstinate they were both being, Reita grabbed a couple of Uruha’s textbooks off the table and held them above the taller blond’s face. “Let’s compromise. You’re going to walk past Aoi with these books in your arms and pretend you’re going to put them in your locker so you’re not just randomly caboodle-ing down the hall,” he suggested, bending down to help Uruha up from under Ruki’s legs. “It’ll be cute,” he assured when Uruha glanced at the textbooks uncertainly, winking at Ruki secretly.
“Mr. Gorgeous would probably like it better if you let your hips swing just a little bit,” Ruki added with a wink back. Though he would never dare say it, for fear of getting punched in the other eye, Uruha’s hips were rather attractive because they failed to be narrow like most men’s hips. Aoi would be all over those love handles in nanoseconds if he had the chance.
Reluctantly, Uruha took the books from Reita’s arms and straightened out his clothing, pushing his glasses back up his nose. Ruki spent a second buttoning the black vest that had come undone in their little squabble, patting the honey-blond’s shoulder with a smile. Uruha looked to Reita for last minute approval.
“Those glasses have got to go,” Reita suddenly decided, snatching them away and ducking out of Uruha’s reach.
“How am I supposed to see? Now I’m going to look like a drunken whore!” Uruha protested, squinting to see where Reita had run away to with his glasses.
“No, you won’t. I’ve tried. You can still see the hallway.” Ruki carefully led Uruha to the door of the classroom, Reita trailing carefully behind them, and gave the other boy an encouraging push. Swallowing the nervous lump in his throat, Uruha took the first step, trying to keep his gaze level with the blurred door at the end of the hall. He could feel Aoi staring at him out of the corner of his eye and he felt the blood rush to his cheeks.
Snickering, Reita rushed up besides Uruha just as he was passing Aoi and shoved him over hard right through the crowd standing there. Ruki’s eyes almost popped out of his head in surprise. This was even better than what he had planned before! Uruha toppled into Aoi with a shriek
“Ow…” Uruha whimpered, holding the back of his head in pain for a moment before realizing that Aoi had been knocked onto the floor next to him by impact. “Uwah! I’m sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t realize that my obesity was this severe! I’m really really sorr-“ He scrambled to pick up his scattered textbooks from the floor.
“You dropped some of your notes,” interrupted a low but smooth voice. Turning red, Uruha took the papers from Aoi’s outstretched hands and bowed apologetically again, clearly flustered by the presumed accident. “You hit your head pretty hard. Are you dizzy?” Aoi cut into Uruha’s apologies again, chewing on his lip ring out of habit and pressed his fingers to the side of the blond’s head until Uruha winced at the pain.
“I’m alright, really. This kind of thing happens all the time ‘cos I’m really clumsy. I’m sorry for disrupting you guys!” Uruha spoke as fast as he could, bowing once more before brushing past Aoi’s shoulder and dashing off towards his locker, head down.
Aoi stared after him for a moment, a little worried at how the other boy was wobbling left and right. When he turned back to his friends, they were all laughing under their breath at him and he was secretly a little afraid of what they were going to say next. Stepping out from behind a few people, Kai smiled his innocent smile and waved in Uruha’s general direction, “A new baby, old man?”
“I am not that old!” Aoi griped, sticking his nose in the air and walking away towards the cafeteria. Today felt like a strawberry milk day.
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Reita and Ruki high-fived each other in victory, doing their secret handshake and screaming at the top of their lungs, “Get some!” and fell over each other giggling. They heard Uruha stomp back into the classroom, lunch strangled in hand, and immediately straightened back up.
“I fucking tripped!” Uruha wailed, burying his head in his arms. Reita raised a brow at Ruki and shrugged at his own genius.
“Now he really noticed you,” Ruki piped up optimistically. “And from where I was standing, it didn’t seem like he minded much. He practically let you use him as a cushion.” Reita nodded furiously alongside him, trying to keep from laughing.
“There’s nothing sexy about a klutz!” Uruha continued to moan, taking a gulp of his two-percent milk-they had run out of strawberry by the time he had finished calming himself down in the bathroom-and slamming the carton back down on the desk. At this, Ruki pursed his lips and shook his head at Uruha’s naivety.
“There’s nothing sexier than a sexy somebody falling into your lap,” Reita pointed out.
“I’m not a sexy somebody. I’m a friggin’ Stegosaurus in this green shirt,” Uruha rebutted, letting out a dejected breath and pulled disdainfully at his clothing.
“That’s a dinosaur, right?” Ruki looked to Reita for a nod. “I don’t know about you, but I personally think having a three-hundred million year old dinosaur in my lap is pretty epic. There are many benefits that come with somebody with life experiences,” he said loud and proud to Uruha, who only pushed him farther away with his fist.
“Maybe he really likes Stegosauruses,” Reita added, letting a giggle slip on accident. Uruha let his head fall to the desk, hitting the table with his fists. He knew his friends were only trying to help but they really sucked at sympathy, especially when it came to not calling him a dinosaur.
All chattered in the entire classroom suddenly ceased to exist. From where he was facedown on the table, Uruha only heard footsteps and tiredly turned his head to see what the lack of commotion was all about. Even Reita and Ruki had stopped laughing at him. The girls on the other side of the classroom appeared to be turning blue from holding their breaths.
Until he squinted, Uruha didn’t see what all the silence was about. When he finally did see what it was about, he bolted straight up in his seat, sucked in a breath, and blushed.
Aoi was lingering in front of his desk, his shirt partially unbuttoned as always, and holding out an ice pack. “Ice helps keep the swelling down,” he said, motioning to where Uruha had hit his head and set it in the blond’s shaking hands. Biting his lip ring, Aoi looked to the side for a second before pulling out a pink milk carton from behind his back and pushing it towards Uruha. “You looked sad when you didn’t get one today so I thought why not,” he explained quickly and shrugged.
“Uwaaa…I don’t know what to say,” Uruha mumbled to himself, kicking Reita under the desk when he felt somebody poke him for his lack of eloquence. “Thank you very much, Aoi-sempai,” he said in a tiny voice. His fingertips lingered on the side of the pink carton; it was still cold from the refrigerator.
“Sempai makes me feel old. It’s just Aoi,” the dark-haired boy corrected, reaching over and ruffling Uruha’s hair when the blond wouldn’t look up. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow sometime. Hope your head’s okay.”
“Now how about a thank you kiss from our village idiot?” Ruki suggested under his breath, loud enough so Aoi could hear it. Knitting his brow in annoyance, Uruha jabbed him in the side when he saw Aoi chuckle and walk out of the classroom, hands tucked into his jacket pockets.
Once he was out of earshot, Reita immediately turned to Ruki with an evil grin. Uruha’s face contorted into one of unease at how eerily their faces matched (and how Reita’s ideas had probably fallen down to Ruki’s level) and felt like he had just stuck himself in the making of his own worst nightmare. “This is the part we’ve been waiting for!” Reita mused, rubbing his chin menacingly.
Rummaging through his book bag, Ruki whipped out a dirty magazine and opened it to the centerfold. Uruha cringed, squeezing his eyes shut to keep from having to see. “We get to make you super sexy…” Ruki began in a low, promising tone, jabbing at the woman’s breasts with his forefinger until Uruha curled up in a ball of embarassment.
“…In bed,” Reita finished, grinning like a cat. Shaking his head from side to side, Uruha put his hands over his ears and wished that Reita had not just suddenly become Ruki’s brain twin. One panda had been enough.
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A/N: I used to love dinosaurs and this is how I pay homage to them. >3 I love crack.
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