BlackHole - Aoi/Uruha - 6/6

[candicecandy]

Title: Black Hole

Chapters: 6 / 6

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 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05


Chapter Six

Uruha felt like he was floating, as if he was underwater and the soles of his boots weren’t touching the wooden floor beneath him. He was twirling and turning, moving along to the dance of the waves composed of piercing screams and a cacophony of aggressive symphony conjured by shrieking guitars, a pulsing bass and steady drums. His vision was a hazy blur, unable to make out his surroundings and the cheering hoard of people before him, unable to distinguish colours except for the colour blue.

He let out a deep breath as the fifth song finally ended, sweat covering his entire body, crystal beads of water running down his face and neck as he tried to catch his breath, trying not to look at the crowd who’s curious eyes were piercing into his very core. The pad of his fingertips were aching, swelling from the frantic playing he had subjected himself to, but it was okay. He didn’t mind the pain because in that moment, he felt as if he ruled the world, as if he could do anything and nothing could go wrong.

A wide smile quickly appeared from his lips as he heard voices screaming his name, telling him how cool and great he was doing, giving him compliments that stroked his ego and made him feel good about himself. News about Ayame’s sudden resignation from Artia and his introduction as a temporary member were relayed after their entrance to the stage. Some fans were shocked and some even cried in agitation and misery over the previous lead guitarist’s sudden disappearance, but luckily, he was openly and warmly welcomed by the fans and now, he was playing for them as if he had been a member of Artia for years.

This was definitely different from the five-minute performance he did with Aoi the other evening. This was something so much more intense, so much more exciting, so much more magical and something that he never expected to experience even in his wildest dreams.

His fears and doubts were forgotten, swallowed by the hyper energy that circulated throughout the entire livehouse, devoured by the rush of adrenaline that now coursed through his trembling body. Of course, he hadn’t forgotten Aoi’s sudden confession, those sweet words still lurked like a vengeful ghost at the back of his mind, but he was so thankful that he was successfully able to deviate his concentration away from such thought and focus on playing.

Tsumi began to speak, delivering his last emcee as their live slowly drew to a close, one last song waiting to be played. He tried not to look at the other side of the stage, afraid that if he saw Aoi, his focus would break and he wouldn’t be able to remember the chords that he religiously memorized and practiced last night. Though it was difficult, he attempted to avoid Aoi’s presence on stage. It wasn’t because he was mad or he felt awkward that Aoi harbored the same feelings as he had. He just didn’t trust himself to stay sane and controlled if ever he looked or went near Aoi.

The sound of laughter bursted through the entire livehouse as Tsumi cracked a joke before introducing the last song that they’d be playing. The lights dimmed once more and the sound of acoustics broke through the air as the intro began. Uruha readied himself, grasping the neck of his guitar once more, his fingers tightening their grip around his pick as he waited for his part to begin. The vocalist’s voice melded with the acoustics, followed by the cry of the guitars and the soft thumping of the drums. It was the only ballad in their setlist and Uruha immediately fell into the mood, his heart synchronizing with each chord he executed and each note that Tsumi’s voice reached.

He knew that the song was beautiful with its soft, mellow tempo and heart-wrenching melody, a bone piercing ballad that could melt one’s heart and break people to tears. But this was the first time that he truly listened to the song, learned the meaning behind its metaphoric lyrics. As he immersed himself to the velvety quality of Tsumi’s voice, to the throbbing serenade of Kouta’s bass, to the surging rout of Satoshi’s drums and to the harmonized croon of his and Aoi’s guitar, he began to remember and realize something.

‘Seraph’ was about a person who fell in love with a stranger that he met in the unlikeliest of places, who saw the innocence and purity of an angel in disguise, who made the heavenly being realize that life on Earth could also be a paradise.  It was a song written and composed by Aoi. The organ in his chest skipped a beat as a fleeting thought crossed his mind, wracked his heart.

Why did he feel as if… the song was made for him?

Unconsciously, he looked up, his eyes darting towards the other side of the stage to look at the man who currently owned his thoughts, a gasp escaping him as a pair of onyx saucers gazed back at him. Aoi’s dark eyes were devoid of its usual fierceness and charisma. Instead, they were filled with immense passion that made him look vulnerable.

He felt his fingers tremble, slowly losing momentum as they moved over the frets. He took a deep breath, his brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to calm down and continue what he was doing. He couldn’t afford to make a mistake. He must continued playing no matter how he might feel. He struggled to execute his last set of chords and shuddered in relief, pleased that he was able to get over that part of the song.  He saw Aoi walk to the center of the stage, his skillful fingers dancing over the frets and the strings as he began his solo, the sight of the charming guitarist was enough to make him forget the world that revolved around him and the remaining hesitations that he harbored in his heart.

He took a step forward, advancing towards the rhythm guitarist as if he was a dying star plummeting towards the great sun, his breath stuck in his throat and eyes hazy with emotions as he got closer. The next thing he knew, he was standing shoulder to shoulder with Aoi, his hands doing their magic on his guitar as he gazed back at Aoi with stars shimmering like silver fireflies in his brown eyes.

The brunet glanced over his left shoulder as a sudden pressure landed on his lonely silhouette, only to be stared back by a pair of honey coloured saucers. Golden arrays of fireworks blossomed in those bewitching orbs, making them twinkle in a sheet of darkness, attracting the raven’s wandering soul towards those beautiful eyes like the polar star that guides sailors back home. Maybe it was his illusion, but at that moment the blond was looking at him so intensely, and almost admiringly, as if he was a god stepping out from the tales of greek mythology.

Aoi felt warm, warm and peaceful, unlike the usual heat caused by the excitement of being on stage. Instead, it felt like his heart was submerged in a pool of afternoon sun, as if a syringe of its warmth was directly injected into the little organ when his gaze met the other’s. One concentrated glance from the blond and his emotions were deeply stirred, the feeling of love, passion, and bliss could no longer be contained. Gently, he laid a chaste kiss on Uruha’s porcelain cheek, only if that was enough to show his affection towards him.

Uruha’s eyes momentarily widened in surprise. Amazingly, his fingers kept moving and playing as a wave of heat and electricity shot through his entire body, short circuiting his already hazy mind. He felt as if a great truth was revealed to him, as if he had discovered the answers to all of the world’s greatest mysteries. His heart was beating like mad in his chest, throbbing in emotions that he could only name as adoration and extreme like and love. Love? Was it really possible to fall in love so fast with someone he had just met? With a one of a kind person like Aoi, he was certain that it was.

His tongue darted out to lick his dried lips, his aureate saucers gleaming further with emotions as he felt his entire body advance, moving forward, closer and closer to the raven’s. He was going to kiss Aoi, wasn’t he? He was going to close the remaining inches between their faces and touch their lips together here, on stage, in front of all these people, but Uruha had far gone abandoned his sanity. He had long forgotten how to keep a clear head ever since he had met the musician.

Taking a deep breath, he took the plunge and seized Aoi’s lips, his knees turning into jelly as he tasted mint and almond chocolate. The raven’s plush lips felt wonderful against his own and he felt as if the entire universe had just appeared before his closed eyes, blinding him with its beauty and its millions of stars.

The brunet’s onyx saucers were widened into the shape of surprise when a soft sensation brushed over the sensitive skin of his lips. Aoi wasn’t expecting this, not a kiss, not on the lips, and certainly not from Uruha. However, as the blond’s rosy lips sheepishly, yet firmly sealed his own lonesome pair, the surge of shock that splashed vigorously onto his handsome face gradually faded away. In its place, was a wave of alleviating satisfaction, gently pulling him into a warm embrace, surrounding his entire physique with a balmy current of happiness. Slowly, as if he was hypnotized by this soothing tide of contentment, he allowed his heavy eyelids to fall, carefully lowering the fluttering set of dark lashes like a pair of black butterflies gracefully landing onto a delicate petal.

The kiss was light, sweet, and innocent, everything that represents the honey blond angel before him. Between each caress of lips and each friction of skin, the intoxicating aroma of vanilla and milk seeped into his mouth, dancing sprightly on his tastebuds in a mischievous manner to wake up his sleeping tongue. The musician innerly let out a content sigh and deepened their kiss, the awoken organ gingerly tracing over the fine outline of the other’s luscious lips. He was drunk, completely drunk in this pool of sweetness, his logic was dragged into a vortex of sugar coated emotions, twirling and spinning in exhilaration. The piercing scream from the crowd went unnoticed under his tussled sanity, at this moment, he simply just wanted to be submerged in the extraordinary scent of the blond.

The pair on the center of the stage were clueless to the chaos they’d caused. The fans yelled and screamed, excited chills running up their spines as they watched the two guitarists lose themselves in the kiss. They were shouting and cheering so loud the staff and members from other bands thought the whole livehouse would break and crumble to the ground.

The other members of the band were in the same state as their audience. As much as it was impossible, they managed to continue playing as they watched their two guitarists with faces varying from extremely dumbfounded to immense bliss. They were never strangers to fanservice or losing yourself in the intoxicating atmosphere brought by a live concert, but they never expected for such an incident to occur. They knew what happened wasn’t done for the sake of reeling up the crowd, but because of the pent up feelings the guitar pair had for each other.

The lights that brightened the stage suddenly darkened and the music began to fade, signalling the end of the live. Still, everyone in the livehouse continued to watch the pair on stage, transfixed and mesmerized to the beautiful spectacle. The said pair seemed oblivious to the coming end of their performance, their lips still pressed against each other as the curtains slowly closed and the last light that shone upon them was finally turned off.

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In the chaotic backstage where off duty visual kei artists wandered on the narrow hallway and randomly hopped into each other’s dressing room, Artia’s rhythm guitarist was looking for a certain blond who clearly owed him an explanation. Aoi hadn’t seen Uruha since the moment the live ended. As soon as the light re-lit the livehouse and their tightly sealed lips reluctantly parted, the temporary lead guitarist turned abruptly then almost threw his guitar onto the approaching staff, before fleeing off the stage in a poor excuse of needing to use the washroom. Everything happened within seconds, the blond’s movement was so swift and rapid that no one was even able to react, let alone stop him.

It was obvious that him, Aoi, the charismatic musician who could easily charm over the female demographic, was the reason why his object of affection ran away like a shy teenage schoolgirl. But he wasn’t defeated by that, he needed to know the meaning behind the chaste kiss they just shared minutes ago. It wasn’t hard for the raven to recognize the familiar golden array of tresses, especially since it had already been engraved on his mind and soul. However, in this sea of visual kei rockers jumping around and taking selfies, it wasn’t exactly an easy task to find his beloved porcelain doll.

Unbeknownst to the searching raven, his object of conquest was seeking protection from two other VK bands that had huddled up together. His bright mop of golden hair was concealed by their statuesque figures as he curled like a wounded duck in the corner. His face was still as red as a tomato and he was trying his best not to get found by the man he had locked lips with a while ago.

He couldn’t believe that he had done that, kissed him in front of so many people, and if that wasn’t the worse of it, he had done so till their live ended and the curtains closed. He was so caught up in the moment that he had failed to recognize his surroundings and break away from Aoi. He took another deep breath and wiped the beads of sweat that had formed in his forehead with the back of his hand, wondering if Aoi was looking for him to yell at him and tell him to never get near him again. A part of him was saying that the rhythm guitarist might be mad, after all, he had pulled such a ridiculous stunt on stage and in front of their massive fans. Surely, he had embarrassed the other man. But, another part of him, the part that was head over heels in love with Aoi was telling him that his brain wasn’t fooling him and that the other man had kissed him back.

He leaned against the wall and licked his lips, Aoi’s unique taste still lingering in those plump appendages. He felt his knees tremble under him once more and tried his best to not melt all over the floor. He had been sweating profusely since the live ended and he had ran away from the raven and the rest of his bandmates. He directed his eyes towards the floor to keep his composure when something suddenly snaked around his arm and pulled him forward, a gasp escaping him in utter shock. He felt something hard press against his chest and the next thing he knew, he was staring straight into Aoi’s intense obsidian eyes.

“Ah, here’s my little duckling.” The brunet stepped in a little closer to the rosy cheeked angel, trapping him between his own sturdy arms and the motionless wall. A spark of naughtiness was cheering in those midnight saucers as he continued his course of flirtatious teasing. “You think you can just kiss and run like that? I think you still owe me an answer.”

Uruha felt his cheeks turn a brighter shade of crimson at the sudden closeness he had with Aoi and the fact that he was trapped like a rat, sandwiched between the hard wall and the raven’s lean frame. “A-answer? W-what answer?” He mumbled as he evaded the rhythm guitarist’s eyes. He just couldn’t stare longer at them with the smoldering gaze Aoi was giving him. “And I’m really sorry I kissed you! I just got carried away!” He blurted, uncertain if saying that was a right thing to do because frankly, he wasn’t sorry that he kissed the raven. He would willingly do it again if he had the chance. He was just afraid of the other man’s reaction, but wait, he was waiting for an answer, right? Was he pertaining to that surprise confession he did before the live? He deeply inhaled and hesitantly looked at Aoi again, seeing the patient expression on the man’s ridiculously handsome face.

“Should I take that kiss on stage as a yes?” The usual playfulness of the guitarist was void in his charming feature when he delivered those words in a calm yet soothing seriousness, seeing that the precious he held so close to his heart wasn’t capable of speaking at this point.

The blond looked deeply at the raven, his expression also morphing into a serious one as that question floated in his ringing ears. “You’re not that dense, are you? Why else would I be kissing you in front of so many people if I don’t feel anything for you?” He answered breathlessly, his voice barely a whisper. Once again, he had lost track of time and his surroundings, unaware of the curious eyes that watched them.

“Uruha, ” The raven retrieved the arms that were trapping his helpless prey, and raised them to the unearthly beautiful face. A cascade of blond waterfall buried his lithe fingers as he carefully cupped the flush painted cheeks with both hands, “ Is this feeling for the real me? Or just the Aoi on stage?” He then leaned forward, closer than any appropriate social norm would allow, until he could see the burning stars in his own obsidian eyes reflected on a pair of topaz resembling orbs.

Uruha had no idea how to answer that question, or rather, he didn’t know how he could explain his feelings without turning into a blubbering mess. “I don’t know.” He blurted, his voice almost shaky. “All I know is I really like you and that… you changed me in so many ways and that… you… you made me feel a lot of weird emotions that I’ve never felt before. When I first met you, you were so captivating it’s not even funny because I knew I shouldn’t feel that way for a man and then you talked to me and gave me a ticket and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I didn’t want to go to your live but I found myself going because there’s an annoying voice inside me that kept on nagging me that I want to see you so I did and when I saw you playing on stage… I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and when… when we played together for the first time, it was the most amazing moment in my life!

I’ve always played guitar inside my room and in front of my friends but you made me realize that I could do so much more, that I could show what I can really do in front of people. I was so scared and worried to mess up, but I knew I’d be okay ‘coz you were there. Aoi, you… you make me feel strong, you make me feel that it’s okay to take risks, that it’s okay to do something different, that it’s okay to wear piles of makeup and wear something gaudy and play your heart out in front of a live audience, that it’s okay to…” He took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “that it’s okay to like you… N-not as a friend, of course, but, you know.” He immediately looked away in embarrassment as he realized how much he had rambled and how lamely he had ended his mile-long statement. He could’ve chosen a much better and cooler way of expressing how he felt, but no, he chose to babble like an idiot.

“In that case,” A genuine smile of joy lifted up the brunet’s sensual lips, curving the starry midnight saucers into two adorable shapes of crescent moon. The charismatic musician’s face was as handsome as ever, only now, a droplet of childlike happiness was dropped in. “I’ll never let you go back to Kanagawa.”

Still wearing the heartwarming grin, a pair of pierced lips reached in for the rosy ones as if challenging their proximity. But instead, only turned its path to place a soft peck on the blond’s lightly shut eyelid as those lush lashes fluttered closed in anticipation of a romantic kiss. “Just wait a second, baby.” In a low volume that was only audible for him, a list of words and a lighthearted chuckle flew into the blond’s sensitive ears. Only pausing for a moment to prepare himself for the emotional switch, the raven raised his voice back to normal. “ Now you guys... I already let you listen to Uruha’s confession for me, are you really going to watch a us make out now? How nosy can you all possibly be?” Half teasingly and half seriously, he blurted out to the group of VK rockers who were ‘conveniently’ playing with their phones or chatting mindlessly around them.

As if suddenly waking up from a dream, Uruha gasped and looked around, a whole new level of shame washing over him as he remembered that they weren’t alone in the makeup room, that there were tons of other people there that had just witnessed their cheesy confessions of love for each other. He felt his cheeks almost explode as his flushed face turned a brighter shade of crimson. He was so embarrassed he couldn’t do anything but grasp Aoi’s shirt and bury his combusting face in it. That was so freaking embarrassing. How could he forget that they weren’t alone? That they were in public? It was the second time that night that his emotions got the better of him.

A pair of sinewy arms were crossed casually at the back of the porcelain doll’s fragile waist, encircling this beautiful creature in a placid yet firm embrace, allowing a sense of security existed in those sturdy muscles to calmy seep through their contacted skin, silently soothing the anxious blond. Feeling the shy little duckling dug further into his own toned body, the raven couldn’t help but grin lovingly. He loved the way Uruha voluntarily seeked for shelter on his chest, and the fact that his angel was asking for more protection was throwing him off to the moon. However, the continued silence and the strengthened snuggling was somewhat worrying him. Now, Aoi didn’t want his newly declared lover to suffocate in their hug on the first day, did he? Or maybe he was just in the mood of teasing Uruha again.

Tenderly, he snaked up a hand to the golden strands of hair that captured the essence of sunlight, and gingerly rubbed through the soft tresses, messing up those cute honey coloured locks into a mop of gold. Mimicking the serenity in his action, the brunet lightheartedly said, “You know, now that I've taken your first on stage kiss, do you think it’s time for me to marry you?” His tone was light as the breeze in the heat wave of mid-August, as if it was just the weather that he was talking about, yet the mischief in his eyes betrayed him. The charming evil smirk hanging on the black steel lip ring only got deeper when a pair of shocked aureate orbs met his own obsidian ones. The deliberate naughtiness added onto the attractiveness of the handsome guitarist, making him into a mortal form of Adonis, captivating the soul that was locked in his tight embrace.

Uruha gaped at Aoi, his plush mouth opening and closing as he tried to speak. “W-what are you saying? M-marriage? I-is that even possible? It’s not legal, right?” He began rambling again. “I’d love to marry you but we can’t! I mean, I won’t marry you because we just met and… and that’s just ridiculous, isn’t it? That’s absurd… W-we can’t get married, e-even if we both w-want to! And b-besides, isn’t it too early for that? We just met! Wait, I already said that, b-but the t-thing is, w-we really can’t or… can we? Oh my god, what are you thinking, Aoi?”

During this entire time of the blond’s stuttering ramble, the malicious rhythm guitarist was trying his best to hold in a string of buoyant laughters. One really couldn’t blame him for teasing Uruha all the time if the blond always turns into this adorable mess of blush. He would never get tired of seeing the scene of pink cherry blossoms flourishing on the blond’s porcelain cheek along with a pair of big tawny saucers shifting nervously in utter embarrassment. And the way those sensually plump lips moved to let words roll out of the rosy skins was just so elegantly sexy, tempting him to pick up this tactile flower like a spell casted by Cupid. Thus without much argument with his rationality, Aoi followed his wild instinct to reach for the source of his desire, sending his suppressed chuckles into the other’s mouth as their soft skins tightly sealed together.

This kiss was different from the one they just shared minutes ago. It was heated, eager, and passionate. With his hand still locked on the blond’s tiny waist, the charismatic raven drew his personal angel over the limit of proximity, so close that he could literally feel the other’s flat stomach firmly pressing onto his own well developed abdominal muscles. He then deepened the kiss, supporting the delicate beauty’s head sturdily with the other hand that was still buried in the warm array of bright golden hair. He couldn’t get enough of the blond, not the softness of his rosy lips, nor the exquisite aroma laced in his exhales, and specially not the intoxicating sweetness of his taste. He was absolutely obsessed with this scent, innocent yet so sensuous at the same time, stimulating his nerves to desire. And with a craving for more of this fascinating savor, the raven grazed his slick tongue over the delicate outline of Uruha’s lips, and remained on the velvety bottom lip as if asking for entrance, silently devouring this insanely delicious flavour and leisurely enjoying the aftertaste that lingered on the tip of his sensitive tongue.

A broken moan escaped Uruha’s throat as he felt Aoi’s tongue cherished his bottom lip, the sinful act sending a pleasant jolt down his spine. His fingers clenched tighter onto the raven’s shirt for support as he felt every ounce of his energy slip away from him, like sands running through the gaps between his fingers. With renewed passion, he pressed into Aoi’s lips again, kissing him harder and slipping his tongue inside the raven’s mouth, the heady, unique taste of the other man rushing through him in waves. He had stopped caring about the people around them or his future once they step out of BlackHole. All that mattered now was this wonderful being in his arms and the tender feelings they harbored for each other.

It was truly amazing how a simple meeting in a dark stairwell of a dingy livehouse changed his life, how he could truly be himself in front of Aoi, the enigmatic stranger that made him question some things about himself, and yet, helped him find the answers to them.

He didn’t know how long they kissed each other this time. Time didn’t seem to exist and eternity didn’t seem enough when their lips touched and their hearts beat as one. And as cheesy as it sounded, it did seem as if they’d never get sick of kissing each other. But, Uruha had this strong urge to utter something to Aoi, so with reluctance, he pulled away and let out a sigh as he slowly opened his eyes, meeting glazed onyx saucers as he gazed passionately at the raven. A smile slowly curved up his swollen lips as a hand finally managed to gather strength to let go of Aoi’s now crumpled shirt to slide up to the other man’s face, slender fingers lovingly caressing a soft cheek. “Maybe, I will marry you.” He whispered softly with a teasing smirk on his full lips.

==FIN==

Comments:

candicecandy: Hello all our lovely readers who sat through all along! After countless times of slapping ourselves and all those hair-pullingly annoying blackouts(don’t ask lol), we’re glad to announce that BlackHole has officially ended!!! *throws confetti*

Thank you SO SO SO SO SO SO much for reading, commenting, and the most important of all, liking this story. We really appreciate every single one of you and we’re so grateful to receive such warm feedbacks from you guys all the time, and I honestly can’t thank you enough. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

As per usual, we hope that you enjoy this last part of the story, and hopefully all the sweetness topping off with cheesiness aren’t dissolving your teeth. ;P

Anyway, please let us know about your thoughts on this story. Which is your favourite chapter? Who is your favourite character? (Besides the obvious AoiHa lol) We’re hoping to write a sequel or a spinoff in the future, so your opinions are really important to us ne? >///////<

For the last time, THANK YOU and we love you!!!!♡

venomousliberty: Hi, minna-san! This is it! We’ve finally finished this story after long days and times of thinking, contemplating, writing and dealing with personal life and blackouts! Thank you so much for keeping up with our updates and for always letting us know what you think about the chapters we’ve posted. We really hope you enjoyed this last installment and that the AoiHa flame in your hearts is now blazing furiously, LOLOL.

Anyway, please tell us what you think and again, thank you thank you THANK YOU for the wonderful love and support! We hope to write a sequel or a spinoff of this in the near future, but let’s see how that will play out since 2014 is going to be an even busier year for us. ;A; Thanks once again!!! *throws candy canes and peppermints at everyone*