BlackHole - Aoi/Uruha - 2/?

[candicecandy]

Title: BlackHole

Chapters: 2 / ?

Author: candicecandy and venomousliberty

Genre: AU, romance, fluff

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: excessive cheese and fluff

Pairings: Aoi/Uruha

Summary: Black hole, a massive region of spacetime formed at the beginning of a universe or caused by the gravitational collapse of a dying star, it signifies death and birth, the loss of something that was once beautiful and the creation of life itself. Nothing, including light, is able to escape from it. To Uruha, it’s just a small, creepy livehouse in the pits of Ikebukuro, the place where he’ll meet the man who will change his life forever.

Previous Chapters: 01


Chapter Two:

Uruha didn’t really know how he ended up there. It seemed as if his body suddenly had a mind of its own and an hour before the live he was dreading (or more likely anticipating), he found himself lined up outside the livehouse with a couple of men and a lot of women, most of them wearing dark eyeliner and clad in dark-coloured clothes decorated in studs, spikes and skulls. The women that surrounded him threw adoring and insecure looks towards his direction, making him feel as if he didn’t belong in that place. Uruha loved music and also knew how to play the guitar.  Reita and most of his friends back home said he had talent. He had been to rock concerts before of course, but not to a Visual Kei one. He figured that maybe it wouldn’t be that different from the concerts he had gone to before. The number of female fans around him was a clue that he could be wrong though.

The next time he became aware of his surroundings, he found himself standing in front of the stage inside the livehouse. He was on the left side, his position close to the barricade that surrounded the platform. A couple of roadies and sound engineers were on the stage, doing some last minute checks. The people around him were noisy, busy talking and laughing, obviously enthralled for the live to start. He took a deep breath and tried not to suffocate, amazed that a small livehouse managed to accommodate over a hundred people.

For a moment, Uruha forgot about his nervousness, or maybe excitement to see Mr. Sexy Weirdo (yes, he had named him that because his ability to name inanimate things, breathing animals and humans was negative one) and concentrated on just keeping his ground, protecting the spot he had secured for himself. But his heart leaped to his throat when the lights suddenly went off and the entire place was cloaked in darkness. The crowd began to sway and scream, catcalls of fans yelling the band members’ names started echoing through the livehouse like deep howls coming from a pack of deranged wolves. His entire body stilled and his eyes went wide as a golden light hit the center of the stage, then a track filled with pulsing beats and eerie scratches roared from the speakers. The first member went out and the fans went wilder, some of them clapping their hands as they screamed their hearts out. He had spiky long hair with bright-coloured highlights, sparkly makeup and couture clothes that were commonly worn by Visual Kei artists. He went behind the drums after waving at the audience and after he sat down, the second member entered. He went to the right side of the stage and took the guitar that was passed by a man dressed in a black shirt. He still wasn’t the man he was waiting for. The bassist went out next, receiving the same overwhelming treatment from the fans.

So, Mr. Sexy Weirdo wasn’t the drummer, the lead guitarist nor the bassist. Could he be the rhythm guitarist? Or the vocalist? Uruha took a deep breath and readied himself as another figure emerged from the side of the stage. The screaming girls beside him went crazier and Uruha’s heart stopped from beating. Walking towards the left side of the stage was the man he was looking for. Mr. Sexy Weirdo looked just as handsome as he had seen him the last time. His hair was neater and more beautifully styled than last night, his face still decorated with pounds of makeup that probably made him even more gorgeous, his lean body still perfectly displayed in the tight clothes he was wearing. He smiled and Uruha felt his eardrums explode in his ears. He couldn’t hear anything but a drowning buzz, his eyes unable to deviate away from the stranger who was the reason why he was standing amidst the seas of flailing fans. As he continued to watch the man, everything around him seemed to have disappeared from his vision, as if the only people who existed in his world was him and the gorgeous stranger with a guitar on the stage, until the cry of a guitar split through the air and all the people around him suddenly moved their heads around.

Uruha blinked and suddenly found himself being whipped in the face, hair flying in all directions as the people around him began to feel and move with the music. He tried to keep his composure and ignored the women who didn’t seem to care about the fact that they were bumping and hitting other people with their frantic movements. Everyone was caught in the moment, drowning in the overwhelming rhythm and melody coming from the musical instruments wield by the musicians on stage. The vocalist’s voice slashed through the speakers and everyone seemed to have lost their sanity. The audience jumped and shouted and screamed, every part of their bodies jerking wildly as if snakes were crawling inside their clothes. Uruha felt something sharp pierce his foot and yelped in pain, his voice totally drowned out by the blasting sound that came from the speakers. Someone who was wearing high-heels or platform shoes had just stepped on him and she (it was definitely a ‘she’! He was surrounded with women!) didn’t even bother to apologize to him. With hesitation, he tore his eyes away from Mr. Sexy Weirdo and looked around. Everyone was moving wildly. Everyone was screaming. Everyone was a slave to the band’s music, they looked like they were possessed and he started thinking, what the hell did he get himself into? He would never get out of this place alive. He would be eaten and devoured by these hardcore fans. The person next to him accidentally elbowed him, hitting him on the arm and he let out a pained groaned, glaring at the women whose attention was focused on the stage, her dark eyes painted with thick layers of mascara were wide like saucers, her pale mouth open to let out a loud, piercing scream. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and followed the direction where her gaze was directed at. Once again, he saw the handsome strange man, a cool expression present on his gorgeous face as his fingers quickly danced along the neck of his guitar, his slim hips swaying sensually with the rhythm. He looked as if he wasn’t playing a guitar but was dancing to an erotic song, and Uruha found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the spectacle.

He didn’t know how long he continued standing on his spot, watching the guitarist on the stage as he expertly played his guitar, sometimes smiling at the audience and urging them to throw their hands up in the air or get crazy with the song that they were playing. When he became aware of his environment again, he realized that he was now jumping up and down with the people beside him, a huge smile present on his lips, his entire body moving to the rhythm of a fast song the band was currently performing. He had forgotten how long he had been staying there, or how many songs the band had already played, or how many times the handsome stranger had smiled at the crowd. He had always enjoyed concerts, but he had never felt this enthralled, this excited, this happy before. He felt as if he had become one with the people that surrounded him, one with the band that was currently destroying the stage. He wasn’t sure if he had become a fan of the band he was currently watching, but he wouldn’t mind listening to their songs if ever he managed to come out of the livehouse alive and unscathed.

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A small sigh escaped the raven’s lips right before he walked onto the stage. For all the reasons in the world, he should be really happy and excited at this moment. It was their live, their live, not just any event live like the one they participated in yesterday. This was their own oneman live. A live where they could simply have fun with their own fans and enjoy the thrills of performing on stage, but he didn’t feel any of that. He only felt his heart sink when he heard the audience cheer to the entrance of each member. How much did he wish that the voice of a certain blond was blended into this roar of encouragement and passion? He knew the beautiful man wouldn’t come, judging clearly from the frenzy escape and the terror that lingered in those amber coloured saucers. Yet, there was still this little hint of hope hiding deep inside his heart, like an inextinguishable spark of wildfire threatening to invade the peaceful meadow within his mind. Pulling himself back together, Aoi took a deep breath and effortlessly walked into the spotlight. The sexy smirk casually appeared on the corner of his pierced lips and the sensuality under each footstep resembled him as nothing less of a sex god.

Aoi didn’t look down. He didn’t want to look. Yes, he was afraid, afraid of being disappointed, he’d admit that, and you could tease him all you want, but nothing was going to make him pry his stare away from the back of the livehouse, not until he was mentally ready to possibly face an ugly truth. For the moment, he just wanted to have the time of his life on stage and enjoy the feeling of being loved and praised as a talented guitarist. It wasn’t until the solo of the third song that Aoi saw a familiar ray of golden tresses. Being the member who spoiled their fans the most with kindness and attention, the brunet was doing his usual routine of making eye contact with the crowd right in front of him, gazing every single one of them attentively in their eyes and smiling sultrily as a gift to thank them for their affection. When he moved his attentive eyes away from the first row then on to the second, his heart skipped a beat, then following the recovery of that little organ, a wave of blazing joy was pumped vigorously into his arteries, flowing within his bloodstream, spreading through his entire body as uncontrollable heat. There he was, standing on the second row, directly in front of him, was an unbelievably gorgeous blond with a slender body frame that seemed so incredibly fragile, a pair of beautifully almond shaped aureate orbs, and a set of delicate plump lips that were currently arching into a  timidly smile towards him. This angelic stranger was as breathtaking as he remembered.

Overwhelmed by this pleasant surprise, the charismatic rhythm guitarist jumped off the stage and on to the little platform that was located right before the barricade. It probably wasn’t the best idea for him to do that, not now at least, but he couldn’t resist the urge to get closer to the source of his overpowering jolt. As soon as his feet landed on the surface of the platform, dozens of hands reached out in his direction, all eager and all hopeful, begging to touch their very own guitar hero that even the slightest swipe would satisfy the wish of these longing souls. The raven didn’t get frightened by this eagerness nor did he react, he simply just looked at these hands, secretly hoping that out of so many of them, one would belong to a certain silhouette that had been seared into his heart. When Aoi saw lithe fingers connected to a palm that was slightly bigger than a woman’s, he unwittingly grinned in delight. Letting go of his guitar, he allowed his very own hand to laced with those milky fingers. The handsome raven inwardly let out a contented sigh when his fingers touched the smooth skin of his counterpart. This was too good to be true. As if not believing he was actually holding the person that he desired, the hand with painted black nails trailed softly up towards the slender arm, gently holding the other’s at the elbow. With a better view, the brunet’s gaze traveled up the from the sinewy upper limbs, then to the elegant neck, and was finally met by a pair of eyes that was as resplendent as topaze.

Uruha blinked, feeling as if he was in a dream, trapped in a world his mind had made for him. There was no way that the strange man had been looking for him among the countless faces that made up his audience. There was no way that the raven went down from the stage and approached him, ignoring the high-pitched ecstatic cries of the fans and their harassing hands just to get a chance to touch him. Most of all, there was no way that the handsome guitarist was gazing directly at him with a ridiculously gorgeous smile on his face as he currently held his arm. He had no idea what to do or what to think. Thinking was such a difficult thing to do when he was lost and held captive by those mesmerizing obsidian saucers. But somewhere in the deepest parts of his muddled mind, he heard small voices whispering and squealing in both disgust and adoration.

Who is he? Aoi’s touching him!

What’s up with that man? Why is Aoi paying attention to him?

Waaahhh~ What a lucky human being! And he’s so beautiful!

No way! Could he possibly be Aoi’s lover? Wait, he’s a man!

As if someone had just dunked him in a drum full of ice cold water, Uruha finally snapped himself awake. He blinked again and swallowed hard as he gave Aoi a confused look. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked, though he wasn’t sure if the other heard him when he couldn’t even hear himself.

Through layers of screams and noises, the raven had heard him clearly. As if there was some sort of magic, or perhaps it was just Aoi’s will power, the livehouse turned into a vacuum the very moment the blond parted his lips, and so the sensuous voice flowed into his ears like the tender breeze of spring. Aoi smirked mischievously upon what he just heard. What the hell was he doing? He had absolutely no idea! But who cared? Nothing had made sense since the moment he met this ethereal blond. So instead of letting go of the other, he strengthened his grip slightly, then suddenly pulled the owner of the fragile arm closer while giving him a naughty wink.

Uruha gasped, his eyes wide in shock as he was pulled closer to the guitarist. He heard the anxious, elated and jealous females around him give a collective gasp and he was pretty sure that he would never get out of that livehouse alive because he would be mauled to death by some, no, make that a couple or maybe even all of them, after the live had finished.  He felt his face grow hot in embarrassment, the colour decorating his usually pale face fading like melted paint as he continued to look at the raven with mixed wonder, nervousness and embarrassment in his eyes. Should he pull away and leave now? Avoid the possible lash that would be coming down upon him after the live by leaving early? But how come he felt as if he didn’t want to leave? As if he didn’t care what other people would think and what they’d do to him? He was about to take a deep breath, mind still a pile of mush, skin as slick yet hot as lava, when the man named Aoi gently let go of him and continued to play his guitar as he strutted back to the stage.

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The breeze was cooler than the usual when Uruha finally managed to get out of the livehouse. Luckily for him, the fans who had seen him being stared at so adoringly and dramatically by their favorite guitarist didn’t do anything violent towards him, though some of them threw hateful and envious glares towards him. On the other hand, some of them looked as if he had become a celebrity. Adoration and pure curiosity evident in their eyes and like them, he also wished he knew why the guitarist named Aoi had done that. He was starting to think that he was just probably playing a joke on him and didn’t do all those dramatic stuff because he was interested in him.

Wait a goddamn minute.

Since when the hell did he start caring if guys liked him or was trying to hit on him?

He sighed and ran a hand through his sticky hair, which was still slick with sweat. He looked at the entrance of BlackHole again and almost pouted when he saw that the people who emerged from it was not the person he was waiting for. As to why he was waiting for that Aoi, well, naturally, he wanted to know why the other had invited him to go see their live and why he… He felt a shiver run along his skin. He wanted to know why he looked at him as if his entire universe revolved around him. He laughed bitterly at the thoughts his minds were conjuring. If he was in his normal state of sanity, he knew he would’ve gagged at the thought. He would blame hours of sleeplessness and hunger for the weird thoughts he was entertaining in his head.

A chorus of laughs made its way into his ears and his senses suddenly became alert again, with caution and anticipation in his sorrell eyes, he looked at the entrance again and waited for those people who were on their way out of the livehouse to appear. He felt his entire body tensed as familiar faces greeted him. They were definitely Aoi’s band members, just without all the flashy clothes, wild hair and pile of makeup. They were clad in tight leather pants or jeans and shirts, and despite the fact that it was evening, some of them were still wearing sunglasses. Uruha had no idea if this was normal for Visual Kei artists, but he chose not to dwell on the idea. Basically, he simply couldn’t because he had finally spotted the raven-haired male he was looking for.

He straightened up and began thinking of how he could approach Aoi when one of the members suddenly looked in his direction and pointed at him. “Hey, isn’t that the woman that Aoi was flirting with during the live?”

Uruha’s eyebrow immediately shot up in annoyance and embarrassment, momentarily forgetting the nervousness that swirled inside his chest.

“Oh shut up, Kouta.” Aoi glared at their bassist for his stupid comment.

He had been so nervous the entire time backstage as soon as the live ended. Ever since the moment they ended their performance, he’d been in a restless state. Thinking back to the live, he was still in awe and disbelief. He had never been this happy when he saw that gorgeous face hiding amongst the sea of people, and the satisfaction he felt when he touched the other’s silky skin was beyond his expectation. All these simple interactions brought him to the top of the world, and he certainly wouldn’t mind spending more time with the blond. The raven could literally feel his greed getting bigger and bigger. Now that he had had an amazing live with the attractive stranger, he also wanted to talk to the blond afterwards, but would he be waiting for him after the live? Not all fans waited for them to come out from the venue, let alone a stranger who was not even a Visual Kei fan. Besides, he knew he had been bold in the live, although he didn’t regret it. Yet, could this be a reason for him to scare the blond away? Aoi truly couldn’t answer any of those questions. All he could do was to be hopeful. Thus, when the charming brunet saw a familiar slender body leaning against the wall of the livehouse, he was so pleasantly astonished.

The last thing Aoi needed now was the stupidity of his fellow bandmate, which could possibly anger the blond and made him turn around to leave at that very moment, and if that ever happened, he swore to god he was going to kill Kouta for ruining his chance of getting to know his beautiful stranger. With that in mind, he quickly spared the bassist another death glare and approached the blond.

Uruha felt his stomach lurch when he saw Aoi walking up to him. All of a sudden, he was unable to gather his thoughts once again, as if  he had forgotten what he’d say if ever the guitarist asked him why he was there. Eliminating the idea of running away or doing anything that might cause him to make a fool out of himself in front of the raven, he stayed absolutely still and just stared at the approaching male. Aoi was also wearing a pair of dark-rimmed sunglasses like his bandmates, hiding his piercing onyx eyes. Somehow, he was thankful that he couldn’t see the other’s eyes because they did weird things to him that he couldn’t quite understand. But he wondered, could the raven even see properly under those very dim sunglasses?

When Aoi finally reached him, he dumbly watched the raven coolly took off his sunglasses as if he was a freaking commercial model and gave him his signature smile. Uruha forgot to breathe and think for a while, especially when he looked at the guitarist’s fierce dark eyes. “You’re wearing eyeliner.” He blurted absentmindedly and almost slapped himself. That was a very lame thing to say… and kinda offending, too. He immediately looked away from Aoi and tried to hide the sour look that graced his face.

The model looking brunet only chuckled at the childlike cuteness of the blond. How adorable could a person possibly be? He was right before, every little interaction with this particular man can bring tremendous amount of joy. He was really starting to like the idea of having him around at all time. “Yes, I am. ”, Aoi hid his laughter and tenderly said with a hint of affection in his obsidian eyes, “But aren’t you also wearing it? Or are your eyes naturally so captivating?”

The blond felt his knees go weak. Did he just really hear him say that? Why did he sound as if… as if… he was flirting with him? He slowly looked at the brunet again, that sinfully gorgeous smile still present on his face, those charcoal eyes gleaming with something he couldn’t quite figure out. He swallowed hard, struggling to come up with a response. “I… I don’t w-wear eyeliner!” He stupidly answered, sounding like a kid who had no idea how to snap back at his enemy. Seriously, what in the world was wrong with him? He wasn’t easily reduced to a blubbering mess, not even when he met ridiculously beautiful women. He really couldn’t understand why he was acting like he couldn’t carry himself in the presence of this charismatic musician. He bit his bottom lip and tried to gather his thoughts, thinking of what he should say next. Should he already ask Aoi why he gave him a free ticket or should he congratulate him for a successful live first? He honestly had no idea what to choose. Thinking that the latter would be more appropriate, he opened his mouth to give his congratulations, only to get interrupted.

“Eh!!! Youre’ so pretty!!!! What’s your name???” A young man with brown hair and pink highlights squaled as he basically bounced next to Aoi, looking at him from head to foot. The male didn’t seem to be too genuinely excited to know who he was. He could see a faint trace of acid in his chestnut brown eyes and even if he knew it was wrong, he had immediately developed some sort of unease towards the young fellow.

He took a deep breath and composed himself, standing straight as he tried to put a smile on his face. “My name’s Uruha.”

The young man squealed childishly again, his eyes wide in shock. “You’re a man!”

Uruha’s eye twitched in discomfort. Though he was used to being usually mistaken as a girl, screaming it out loud for the entire world to hear was pretty annoying. “Um… yes.” He replied, trying not to show any hint of irritation in his voice. “I get that quite a lot.”.

“Ayame!” Aoi almost shouted at their youngest member, annoyance clearly in his tone. Being the eldest of them all, Aoi often found himself in disgust of Ayame’s childish behaviour, which wasn’t anything like Uruha’s natural innocence. For some reason, he always felt like Ayame was forcing those cute expressions to attract attention. “Don’t you think that’s really rude to say?” The raven looked at the latter from the corner of his eyes, frowned. Not even waiting for the younger to reply, he simply turned to the blond with an apologetic look on his handsome face, “I’m terribly sorry for that, Uruha.” Aoi slowly pronounced each syllable of that beautiful name, as if he was playing with it on his tongue.

The blond definitely noticed how the guitarist said his name and he couldn’t stop the shiver that went through his body. Aoi uttered his name as if he was calling a lover, as if the act of saying his name was a term of endearment itself. He ignored the chills that now settled in the pit of his stomach and tried to keep his composure, ignoring the bouncing member who was called Ayame. Uruha saw how the other man reacted when he was scolded by Aoi and the blond was pretty sure that he was inwardly being blamed for that. “I-it’s alright. I’m used to comments and reactions like that.” He said with a shy smile. “Congratulations for having a successful live, by the way. And, thank you for giving me a free ticket.” He bowed to show his gratefulness, somewhat glad that he actually said all those words without choking on his own spit.

Aoi’s lips pulled into a lighthearted smile. “A free ticket is the least I can do to cheer you up from not finding the magazine.” I would be devastated just thinking about you not being happy, Aoi secretly thought, not daring to put those words to mouth,”Besides, I really wanted to see you again. I still have so many questions to ask you. You somehow fascinate me, you know?” His voice was laced with tenderness, and the adoration towards the blond had never left those piercing onyx eyes.

Uruha honestly didn’t know what to say to that. He just gazed at the handsome raven, a strange look present on his face as he felt his cheeks slowly burn in embarrassment. “Oh…” He managed to mumble before looking away, losing the ability to properly think again. In the two evenings that he had met Aoi, he was certain of one thing. It wasn’t safe for his sanity and heart to be around him. He let out a small cough and reluctantly looked at the guitarist again. “I think I better go. I just stayed around after the live to personally say thanks.” He quickly said, his voice heavily tainted with anxiousness. Did he really just say that he would leave? But he didn’t really want to do that just yet. What the hell did he just do? He let out an awkward laugh and bowed. “It… it was nice meeting you.”

Once again, before his brain can process the situation, his body already reacted. The raven reached out his hand to grab at the thin wrist of the blond, stopping him from leaving, a deja vu quickly flashed past his mind. For quite a while, he didn’t say anything, he just looked at the blond, sincerely, deeply into a pool of honey gold orbs. It seemed like the world has stopped, he could no longer hear the cars on the street, the boisterous laughs of drunk people, or the gasping of his fellow bandmates. Nothing mattered to him now, nothing existed, except the angel before him who’s been destined to fall from grace into his own sinful world.

With wide eyes, Uruha just looked back at Aoi, confusion gleaming in his deep auburn eyes, his mouth parted in wonder. The raven had stopped him from leaving, why? Was it because he had something else to say? Or… he didn’t want him to leave? He felt his heart skip a beat. He had experienced liking someone of course, and with how the musician acted towards him, it was obvious that the other man probably harbor feelings for him. He just didn’t know how to feel about that or if he should also do something about it. He wasn’t from Tokyo and having a short fling had never been a cool idea for him because he took intimate relationships seriously. He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and was about to speak when another voice interjected him.

“Why don’t you invite your new friend to come join us, Aoi?”

The brunet snapped out of his admiration mode and turned to look at the source the voice that awoken him, only to find a meaningful expression on the face of their vocalist, Tsumi. A rise of his eyebrows then Aoi remembered that Tsumi had seen everything last night. Seeing the encouragement sparkled in the vocalist’s eyes, the charming guitarist turned to Uruha and asked earnestly, “Would you like to join us for a drink?” Trying to ease the tension he felt under his grip, “We are terribly hungry, you know.” He added a small whine and a funny face at the end.

Uruha just stared at Aoi’s band members, taking in the raven’s and their hopeful expressions. His brain automatically thought that he should decline their invitation. Though he knew them as musicians and most definitely, they weren’t dangerous or harmful, they were still strangers, nonetheless. Going out for a drink with strangers wasn’t safe. But… his glazed brown eyes slowly went to Aoi and all of a sudden, his heart was telling his brain to shut up and accept the invitation. Deep inside, he wanted to know more about Aoi, so why should he decline? Taking a deep breath and releasing it with a deep sigh, he placed a meek smile on his face and answered, “Well, I guess a few drinks wouldn’t hurt.” He saw Aoi’s handsome features immediately express triumph and happiness and suddenly, he realized that maybe, he had made the right decision.

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Comments:

candicecandy: Hello again, thank you for reading the second chapter. Sorry about the slight delay in the update, it has been a crazy week, tests and labs just kept coming… T^T Anyhow, here’s the second chapter of the story, really hope you all enjoyed it. Please don’t hesitate to let us know your thoughts and comments down below. Thanks again for both waiting and reading!♡

venomousliberty: Hi, minna~ Thank you for patiently waiting and reading the second installment of this story. We hope you enjoyed reading it and if you do, please feel free to drop some yummy comments for our starving and rabid plot bunnies. We hope to post the third chapter real soon. ^^

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