Eyes on You [4/7]
Title: Eyes on You
Author: calorie-zero
Parts: 4/7
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: Oh, there might be a bit of a surprise. :D
This is bad. I’ve become his personal paparazzi. I developed the film in photography and I ended up having to use a crate to carry them home (or something like a box because it wouldn’t fit into the folder).
I like the one where he’s waiting in line for the strawberry milk. I might also quite possibly be having a love affair with his big hands.
I really really really really really really really love him (one for every day since I last said hi to him?).
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Ruki stared intently at Uruha spreading cream cheese on his bagel. Reita’s genius master plan had, in the end, epically done nothing in making Uruha part of Mr. Gorgeous’ daily dirty fantasies (he was already sure that Uruha was bouncing through Aoi’s Lalaland as a bunny). No matter how many DVDs they “accidentally” left in Uruha’s DVD player or magazines they left under his pillow, the other boy simply would not watch and learn. He would only turn red, cover his eyes and ears, and huddle as if he was afraid.
This left Ruki with one last option: show-and-tell. The only problem with this last resort was sneaking around Uruha’s innocence and making sure he didn’t figure it out. Glancing nervously at Ruki, Uruha licked the rest of the cream cheese off the plastic knife, chewing a bit on the end before setting it down.
“Not bad,” Ruki commented mindlessly, his mind replaying how Uruha’s tongue had darted along the edge. That was definitely something Aoi would remember for the rest of his life-Ruki knew he himself was going to, at least. Reita elbowed him disapprovingly in the ribs at this while Uruha simply cocked his head to the side in confusion and took a bite of his bagel.
“What’s not bad?” Uruha wanted to know-Ruki swore he almost saw a puppy tail wagging in earnest-and smiled. Stabbing the straw into his strawberry milk, he continued to look between Reita and Ruki for some sort of answer before sighing in defeat and taking a long sip of his drink. He was afraid to ask too many questions for he didn’t want too many undesirable answers. Ruki unconsciously noticed that Uruha’s tongue was always the last to leave whatever he was eating.
“Say…Uruha, do you still feel hungry?” Reita leaned over the table until they were eye to eye. Still sucking on his strawberry milk, Uruha’s eyes widened in surprised before shaking his head quickly and scooting back in his chair. “How about thirsty?” he asked, pointing to the almost empty milk carton. Uruha shook his head again.
“I’m not really convinced that Aoi is into food fetishes, you guys,” Uruha said after a moment, raising a brow when Ruki almost fell out of his chair at how quickly they’d been found out.
Straightening back up, Ruki composed himself again and pretended to disapprove of the statement. “Where’d you get that idea, pervert?” he muttered, rolling his eyes. Sticking out his lower lip at the obvious, Uruha pointed to Reita and laughed when Reita fervently protested the accusation.
“Well…I wasn’t convinced about that either until now,” Ruki thought he would point out, making Uruha’s jaw drop to the floor and his eyebrows shoot into his hairline. Reita narrowed his eyes at the shorter boy and crossed his arms at the slight betrayal and swore that he was going to glue their hands together if there wasn’t a proper explanation for it.
“Would you care to elaborate?” Reita muttered from between clenched teeth, his frown so deep that it was comical. But Uruha couldn’t even laugh because Reita had just asked the very question he did not want the answer to.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I would! I think that we should make Aoi eat lunch with you,” Ruki said with a flourish of his arm towards the normal group standing in the classroom doorway. “But in order to do that, you’re going to have to make him want to eat with you.”
Uruha chewed thoughtfully on the end of his straw, running the knots of the plan through his mind. “But…if I make him get a hard-on every time he eats, he’s not going to want to eat with me,” he pointed out after a moment. Ruki’s face broke into a proud smile, reaching over and yanking Uruha into a big hug.
“I’m so happy that my baby’s finally growing up!” he squealed. Uruha cringed as his hair, which had taken an hour for Ruki to style this morning, came out of place. Breathing loudly through his nose, Reita looked away.
“Because I said hard-on?” Uruha mumbled, a little embarrassed that such a word had come out of his mouth.
“Yes! Next, we’ll be making sure you can say the words ‘harder’ and ‘oh, I’m coming’ in case Aoi’s into that dirty talk and then we’ll buy some handcuffs, just in case too,” Ruki declared in a loud voice so that the entire classroom had turned to stare at him. Flustered, Uruha shook his head adamantly and moved to get Ruki to sit down next to Reita again but there was no stopping their little motor mouth. “And of course a French maid outfit! Because what guy isn’t into the whole tiny little dress thing and taking them frills hard and fast on a kitchen counter next to a boiling pot of beans?”
“Me,” Reita and Uruha both grumbled under their breaths.
“Yea, but you two are the frills being taken,” Ruki said as quickly as possible before either of them could register what he had said. “Besides, even if Aoi doesn’t want to eat with you, he’ll always be watching you eat! Oh, we might even have to get your tongue pierced just in case he likes that too.” He snatched a chip from the bag besides Uruha’s hand as a compliment to himself.
Taking the last bite of his bagel, Uruha crumpled up the plastic wrap and stared down at his tummy in defeat. “I don’t see what’s so sexy about the way I eat. Wouldn’t it be sexier if I didn’t?” He poked half-heartedly at the softness his t-shirt didn’t hide.
“No, you must eat! Nobody wants to fuck a wall,” Ruki immediately shot back, pushing Uruha’s hands off his stomach and putting it onto the bag of chips.
“You know…I think it’d be better if our little Uruha here didn’t come equipped with a psycho sex shop. It takes away the fun of actually shopping at one,” Reita added, raising his hand to get Ruki’s attention away from shoving potato chips down Uruha’s throat and starting some nonsensical lecture about the effects of purging at the same time.
“Why do I have to become a sex kitten for him to notice me?” Uruha whined, slumping facedown over his desk.
“That’s it! He’ll definitely appreciate some cat ears. Mr. Gorgeous looks like he’s the cat kind of person, doesn’t he?” Ruki added it onto the ginormous list of things to buy, only listening to the little voice in his head.
“He looks more like a dog person to me,” Reita said flatly, popping his knuckles as nonchalantly as he could.
“Puppy ears then!” Ruki eagerly crossed out cat ears from the list and replaced it. ”We’ll get him some contacts too so Aoi can see those adorable puppy eyes and simply can’t resist not putting a collar on him and take him home to play with and teach him tricks.”
Reita glanced over Ruki’s shoulder at his ever-growing list and took the pen from the smaller boy’s hands to scribble something extra before failing to hide his snort. “A puppy tail!?” Ruki exclaimed, clapping in excitement.
Uruha blushed and hid his face behind his hands.
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Sitting on the wide windowsill, Ruki kicked his foot against the wall impatiently and watched Uruha eat his usual lunch next to him. Aoi was merely a few feet away, but Uruha didn’t seem too nervous. Out of the corner of his eye, Uruha observed Ruki’s sour expression directed at Reita, whose back was turned on them as he flirted with some freshman girl.
Neither of them said anything for a while until Uruha put down his strawberry milk and tapped Ruki on the shoulder to get his attention away from Reita and the girl. Ruki’s lower lip was stuck out so far, Uruha was sure he could’ve hooked Reita’s belt, which didn’t even hold up his pants properly, onto it.
“When are you going to ask Reita out?” he blurted out in a whisper.
“I’m not,” Ruki shot back immediately, crossing his arms overly his chest protectively and leaning back against the wall. “It’s not my place to ask him out anyways. That would ruin our friendship and I don’t want to not be able to go to him for stuff down the road,” he explained even though Uruha hadn’t asked for one yet. He bit his lip when he heard Reita laugh at the girl’s lame joke. Raising a brow in slight confusion, Uruha watched Ruki habitually play with the red streak in his hair.
“So you do like him! You two would be so cute together,” Uruha declared in a tiny voice, clapping his hands together. Ruki shot him a half-hearted glare, pouting even more when he saw Reita put his arm around the girl’s shoulders and made her laugh. To Uruha, they were both trying so hard not to, but failing incredibly.
“Too bad that big dumbass just happens to be straight. God knows why he hangs out with us,” Ruki muttered, jerking his thumb back disapprovingly at the blond behind him.
“Why don’t you just ask him out? Even if he’s not gay, that doesn’t mean he can’t like you, you know. I mean, you’re pretty smart, you’re good-looking, you’re funny, and damn, you’ve got style.” Uruha ticked off each characteristic on a finger, cocking his head to the side pointedly when Ruki shook his head and rubbed the side of his neck, trying to hide his smile.
“If he doesn’t like guys, then I, no matter how fantabulous you think I am, am not in the big picture. Besides, a panda, to Reita, can only be cuddly,” Ruki pointed out, shrugging like he wasn’t affected by the truth.
A little defeated, Uruha took another sip of his strawberry milk and stared holes through Reita’s back, peeved that neither of them would ‘fess up. They had known each other since middle school. A little extra love couldn’t hurt too much. “How are you supposed to hook me up with Mr. Gorgeous if you can’t even get together with the Mr. Gorgeous that likes you back?” Uruha said aloud, leaning further against the side of the window and glancing in Aoi’s direction a bit mournfully.
“If you think it’s so easy, why don’t you just amble over to your Mr. Gorgeous and ask him out?” Ruki shot back, his glare only intensifying when Reita came back from his flirting game and leaned his arm on the shorter boy’s shoulder.
“But I’m shy,” Uruha teased, pretending to hide behind his milk carton. Although, somewhere in the back of his mind, he was really considering Ruki’s idea.
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A girl came looking for Aoi after school. She said she was from one of the more prestigious high schools on the other side of town and wanted to know which classroom he was in. Uruha stood there, stunned, before nervously asking if she had checked next door yet. When she said she had, he bit his lip and avoided her gaze.
“Maybe he went home already. I’ll ask around more. Thank you for helping,” she mumbled, looking somewhat sad. When she was out of earshot, Ruki stalked over to Uruha with a fist prepared, growling about the taller boy growing some balls and-
“Please do my cleaning duty for today! I’ll do yours next week!” Uruha shoved the eraser into Ruki’s hands before grabbing his book bag from his desk and dashing out. His heart was beating so fast. He couldn’t believe he had just lied to a total stranger over someone that wasn’t even his yet. It was Thursday and Uruha knew exactly where Aoi was at five o’clock on that day.
Pushing past the people in the crowded subway, Uruha ran past the gates and a few empty parking lots until he reached a familiar street in Harajuku. It was hard to breathe-the breaths he did manage to take coming out white in the cold evening air- when he stopped and he had to put his hands on his knees to catch it, swallowing hard and searching for a certain somebody at the same time. Clutching at the zipper of his jacket, Uruha stood on his tiptoes to look over the crowd.
The sun was beginning to set, darkening the street just a little. Sucking in a deep breath, Uruha ducked into the crowd, only stopping when he heard the sound of someone quietly humming along with a guitar. His heart stopped up in his throat. The green velvet case was open, as usual, and Aoi was strumming lazily.
“Hi,” Uruha breathed, sitting down on the curb next to Aoi. He took off his glasses and folded them in his hand. Surprised, the other boy glanced up from his guitar and a tiny smile danced across his lips when he recognized who it was.
“Hey, you,” he said back casually, still humming.
Very carefully, very gently, Uruha’s fingers trailed over Aoi’s pale cheek and before Aoi could even comprehend the look in those copper eyes, Uruha shakily leaned in, feeling Aoi’s free hand reach behind to cradle the back of his head. Under the darkening blue of the sky on the sidewalk, they kissed for the first time, lips hot and soft and trembling together.
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A/N: Now that, Ruki, is a great way to confess.
I kind of want this fikku to stay PG-13, but with the lack of aoiha-chibi!smex in the yaoi world right now, that might have to change (oh gosh darn, I know).
Comments are love~!