Appleblush [oneshot] ReitaxRuki
Title: Appleblush [oneshot]
Author: ccgensou
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rating: G
Band: the GazettE
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Summary: There's this feeling called love. And then, there's the question, the answer, and the effects.
Comment: I don't really know what to think about this. I've never written something this... sweet? Well, anyway. It was all inspired by... apples. Um. Try to enjoy? *nervous laugh*
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Appleblush
: The feeling
There’s something called love.
This word, this feeling, is often said to not be possible to explain in words. It’s as pure and simple as a raindrop tear, a crystal clear simplicity that is undisputable, and yet it is as complex as an empty, unreadable gaze that will make you squirm in its focus because you cannot tell if you did something right or something wrong.
Love is both pure bliss and haunting torture. It is what will keep you up at night when you are crying your eyes out because of what this feeling does to you, and it is what will make people ask you what is making you so happy because you are smiling wide when you can’t stop thinking about the one you love. Love can be there in the appreciation you show towards your friends, and it can be there in the kisses you share with your beloved.
Love simply is, and love simply is not.
: The question
Inside a small, cosy café, Ruki sat in the seat opposite of his fellow band member Reita, slowly stirring his cup of cappuccino while gazing quietly at said man, listening with a small, gentle smile on his lips as the bassist plunged into explaining his thoughts about their latest song. He laughed softly at the exact right times, nodded in an agreement when he thought it was needed, and enjoyed his opportunity to stay quiet, listening to that charming, dark voice in contentment.
A small blush tinted Ruki’s cheeks as he watched Reita’s soft lips touch his own cappuccino cup, and after taking a careful sip, licking his lips without thinking about anything else than removing the drop lingering on his lower lip, unaware of how Ruki’s heart was beating fast in his chest at the smallest of things. It was a normal day, a normal afternoon, just a normal conversation between two friends. Because when Reita smiled, he smiled, when Reita laughed, he laughed. Just like always. But when Reita casually touched his hand, he wanted to cry.
Then Reita commented on Ruki’s vocals in the song, happily praising him with the sweetest of smiles on his lips and with his lazy eyes gazing back at him affectionately, but at the same time he gradually started to look a bit sheepish as it came clear just how much thought he had poured into analysing it. But Ruki only nodded gently, smiling in an uncharacteristically shy way as he looked down at his cup of cappuccino, feeling warm and happy, his heart fluttering inside him, as he wondered, secretly, if he was in love.
: The answer
Laying sprawled out on Reita’s king-sized bed, staring up at the ceiling lazily, he was listening contently as Reita, sitting up next to him in the bed, was playing his bass. It was early evening, and he was blissfully relaxing in the presence of the other man, while turning a red apple between his hands, just to have something to occupy them with to avoid reaching out to let his fingertips brush against Reita’s hips.
After glancing at the concentrated man, he took a deep breath as a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he absently raised the apple closer to his face, letting one of his black-painted fingernails break the vividly red surface.
He was wondering, thinking through things over and over again, wanting to know what it truly meant to only be able to be this happy around the quiet bassist. And the smile, the one that had faded away when he had been concentrating at the apple he was carving, came back, playing on his lips when he once again glanced up and was awarded with the sight of Reita watching him curiously. There was no longer any sound of a bass, and in the silence, the bassist softly asked him what he was doing. But Ruki only turned his eyes back to the apple raised in front of his face, and kept on carefully carving the surface, opening up for the discreet, pale colour of the apple flesh. He didn’t make a sound, kept it only to himself, but he silently enjoyed being watched by the handsome man, this even though it made his heart beat wildly in his chest and his breathing shallow in his nervousness. Because he was hungry for his attention, loving every minute and every second of it, feeling special to be privileged enough to be able to spend so much time with such an interesting personality.
When he was done carving, he brought the red apple to his lips and let his tongue dart out, licking off the drops of sweetness that had threatened to fall from the wound of the apple, and while letting the apple linger against his lips, his eyes met those dark, affectionate eyes of his dear friend. Then he slowly moved the artwork from his mouth, and held the apple in front of Reita, urging him to take it, but deliberately not letting him see the little, pale heart that stood out from the red. And the bassist would tilt his head gently to the side, before placing down the bass on the floor and reach out an elegant hand to accept the gift. Their fingertips brushed against each other, and when the apple was securely in Reita’s grip, Ruki stretched like a cat where he lay on the bed, trying to not look too obvious about his nervousness for what the other man would say, how he would react. He didn’t know why he had done it, nor what he had intended or what he wanted out of it. It was just something, a little gift to give.
When he settled back, comfortable once again and laying on his back, he dared to look at the other man apprehensively. He saw how Reita stared down at the apple now in his hand, disbelief and confusion clear on his handsome features, but also a small, hesitant smile curving the corners of his lips. And as he watched, Ruki had to remind himself to keep breathing, because the man was the most beautiful sight he ever had and ever would lay his eyes upon, so breathtaking that he felt like crying, because he just wanted to hold him close, just wanted to be loved by Reita.
Averting his eyes, he waited for his friend to acknowledge the gesture, and after a while, he sighed and closed them. He felt tired, or perhaps more like emotionally drained, and he felt as if he would never do anything like that again, because it worked as a heavy weight on his heart to know how close that little carved out heart had been to his own feelings, to know how it suggested something more than just the friendship he always had and always would be so content with. Because Ruki figured that friendship was better than nothing at all.
Then he felt Reita shift on the bed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the bassist lying down on his stomach, next to him, his head propped up in the palm of his hand, while the other hand was still holding the red apple. He was beautiful, so beautiful, and Ruki felt a blush heating up his face, but he couldn’t look away, was caught in the gaze the other man held him in. And when Reita laughed softly, eyes seemingly shining with something Ruki could not understand, he felt uncertain, but in the end he just smiled back, feeling annoyingly shy about it.
The bassist’s smile grew wider as he, slightly teasingly, said that now he had given the apple back the heart and life that it had once lost when falling from its mother tree. Ruki snorted softly at this, reaching out a hand to playfully punch Reita’s shoulder, looking amused as he told him that he was the most brain-dead idiot he had ever been encountered with. And Reita let out a laugh, but then lowered his voice and asked him if that was what he really thought, but Ruki was too distracted by his movements to answer, because the bassist let the apple rest on the sheets, while raising himself up slightly from the bed. Ruki soon found his hands intertwined with Reita’s, palms against palms, and he let himself take a sharp breath when the other man got a mischievous look on his beautiful face as he raised Ruki’s arms to rest against the sheets above his head.
He couldn’t think straight, felt oddly light-headed and as if he had stepped wrong at some point in life and ended up at the gates of heaven. He blinked disbelievingly as one of Reita’s legs came to rest on the other side of his body, and the usually so shy man proceeded to move until he was perfectly resting on top of him, chest against chest, eyes gazing down at him lovingly. And Ruki would not have been surprised if Reita could feel his racing heartbeat in the proximity as said man leaned down, placing a simple kiss on Ruki’s forehead; his soft, warm lips only touching for the briefest of moments.
And Ruki almost wanted to cry because of the sweetness of it all. A part of him wanted to question the strange turn of events, to ask Reita what he was doing, why he was suddenly so affectionate, but another part of him didn’t care. Just wanted to relish the moment as if it was the last. He wanted this, but he didn’t know why.
The bassist then had the grace to finally look a bit shy, as if he realised what he was doing, and he averted his eyes, biting down on his lip as he appeared to think about something. And Ruki didn’t want it to end, didn’t want the heavenly moment to stop there, so he gently freed one of his hands from Reita’s, and reached up, hesitating for a second before he let his fingertips touch the other man’s cheek. As Reita’s surprised eyes turned back to look at him, Ruki smiled uncertainly while caressing the other’s cheek, asking him why he would stop now.
Reita’s eyes lit up, yet he blushed deeply, mumbling the question asking if he really wanted it. And Ruki took a deep breath before nodding, trying to calm his fluttering heart and the conflicting part of his mind that told him that if it did not work out, nothing would be the same again, ever. He told himself, as he looked deeply into the eyes of the astonishing man above him, that it did not matter what happened, as long as he had this single moment to remember, to keep him company if everything else crumbled.
Reita was still blushing, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he leaned down once again, and soon enough, warm, soft lips touched Ruki‘s in the gentlest of kisses. Ruki closed his eyes as Reita tilted his head slightly to the side and moved his lips, a bit hesitantly, against his. He didn’t even have to think twice before answering the kiss with equally sweet movements.
It was a very shy act between two individuals who had always been there for each other, but never taken it further than friendly play. It was awkward at first; there was no denying that, but it was also heavenly perfect. Neither of them asked for dominance, for neither of them needed to. Ruki’s hand came to rest on the bassist’s back, tracing gentle circles over the thin fabric of the t-shirt. One of Reita’s hands were still entwined with Ruki’s, while the other found Ruki’s cheek, guiding him to tilt his head with the softest of touches. Mumbling Ruki’s name in a soft sigh, Reita parted his lips, letting his tongue ask for more in a silent question, and Ruki did not need to hesitate before giving his long-time friend what he wanted, because he knew that he wanted it, too.
Ruki felt warm and happy, felt safe in the closeness of this breathtaking man, so lucky to be there. And their tongues began a slow dance, meeting, feeling and loving. It was perfect bliss, a harmony that he had never felt before, and they were kissing to a melody that only they could understand, only they could share. He felt as if he was melting into the touch and the kiss of the bassist he had only had like that in his dreams.
And at that moment, Ruki knew that he was in love.
: The effect
Love can remain unanswered, and love can be mutual.
To not be loved back can break even the strongest person, for since they say that love makes you strong, that love can make you able to make miracles happen, then love can also make you weak. It can turn you into a withering leaf in the autumn wind that is building up for a storm. You can deny it, you can fight it, but in the end, many of us are defenceless to the storm that can mess up you perspective to bring you close to or even to reach the point of madness.
But love is also a blessing, and to know that you love someone who loves you back is, ultimately, the finest gift you can ever receive. It can make your heart warm to only think of, and it can help you to endure the things that would normally make you crumble and hit the ground.
Love has two completely different ends of the same pavement. One that will break you, and one that will make you strong. And in the end, the decision of which end you will reach is completely depending on whether the one you love will love you back.
You can experience everlasting euphoria, or you can drown in your own heart.
The End. <3
Author: ccgensou
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rating: G
Band: the GazettE
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Summary: There's this feeling called love. And then, there's the question, the answer, and the effects.
Comment: I don't really know what to think about this. I've never written something this... sweet? Well, anyway. It was all inspired by... apples. Um. Try to enjoy? *nervous laugh*
~
Appleblush
: The feeling
There’s something called love.
This word, this feeling, is often said to not be possible to explain in words. It’s as pure and simple as a raindrop tear, a crystal clear simplicity that is undisputable, and yet it is as complex as an empty, unreadable gaze that will make you squirm in its focus because you cannot tell if you did something right or something wrong.
Love is both pure bliss and haunting torture. It is what will keep you up at night when you are crying your eyes out because of what this feeling does to you, and it is what will make people ask you what is making you so happy because you are smiling wide when you can’t stop thinking about the one you love. Love can be there in the appreciation you show towards your friends, and it can be there in the kisses you share with your beloved.
Love simply is, and love simply is not.
: The question
Inside a small, cosy café, Ruki sat in the seat opposite of his fellow band member Reita, slowly stirring his cup of cappuccino while gazing quietly at said man, listening with a small, gentle smile on his lips as the bassist plunged into explaining his thoughts about their latest song. He laughed softly at the exact right times, nodded in an agreement when he thought it was needed, and enjoyed his opportunity to stay quiet, listening to that charming, dark voice in contentment.
A small blush tinted Ruki’s cheeks as he watched Reita’s soft lips touch his own cappuccino cup, and after taking a careful sip, licking his lips without thinking about anything else than removing the drop lingering on his lower lip, unaware of how Ruki’s heart was beating fast in his chest at the smallest of things. It was a normal day, a normal afternoon, just a normal conversation between two friends. Because when Reita smiled, he smiled, when Reita laughed, he laughed. Just like always. But when Reita casually touched his hand, he wanted to cry.
Then Reita commented on Ruki’s vocals in the song, happily praising him with the sweetest of smiles on his lips and with his lazy eyes gazing back at him affectionately, but at the same time he gradually started to look a bit sheepish as it came clear just how much thought he had poured into analysing it. But Ruki only nodded gently, smiling in an uncharacteristically shy way as he looked down at his cup of cappuccino, feeling warm and happy, his heart fluttering inside him, as he wondered, secretly, if he was in love.
: The answer
Laying sprawled out on Reita’s king-sized bed, staring up at the ceiling lazily, he was listening contently as Reita, sitting up next to him in the bed, was playing his bass. It was early evening, and he was blissfully relaxing in the presence of the other man, while turning a red apple between his hands, just to have something to occupy them with to avoid reaching out to let his fingertips brush against Reita’s hips.
After glancing at the concentrated man, he took a deep breath as a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he absently raised the apple closer to his face, letting one of his black-painted fingernails break the vividly red surface.
He was wondering, thinking through things over and over again, wanting to know what it truly meant to only be able to be this happy around the quiet bassist. And the smile, the one that had faded away when he had been concentrating at the apple he was carving, came back, playing on his lips when he once again glanced up and was awarded with the sight of Reita watching him curiously. There was no longer any sound of a bass, and in the silence, the bassist softly asked him what he was doing. But Ruki only turned his eyes back to the apple raised in front of his face, and kept on carefully carving the surface, opening up for the discreet, pale colour of the apple flesh. He didn’t make a sound, kept it only to himself, but he silently enjoyed being watched by the handsome man, this even though it made his heart beat wildly in his chest and his breathing shallow in his nervousness. Because he was hungry for his attention, loving every minute and every second of it, feeling special to be privileged enough to be able to spend so much time with such an interesting personality.
When he was done carving, he brought the red apple to his lips and let his tongue dart out, licking off the drops of sweetness that had threatened to fall from the wound of the apple, and while letting the apple linger against his lips, his eyes met those dark, affectionate eyes of his dear friend. Then he slowly moved the artwork from his mouth, and held the apple in front of Reita, urging him to take it, but deliberately not letting him see the little, pale heart that stood out from the red. And the bassist would tilt his head gently to the side, before placing down the bass on the floor and reach out an elegant hand to accept the gift. Their fingertips brushed against each other, and when the apple was securely in Reita’s grip, Ruki stretched like a cat where he lay on the bed, trying to not look too obvious about his nervousness for what the other man would say, how he would react. He didn’t know why he had done it, nor what he had intended or what he wanted out of it. It was just something, a little gift to give.
When he settled back, comfortable once again and laying on his back, he dared to look at the other man apprehensively. He saw how Reita stared down at the apple now in his hand, disbelief and confusion clear on his handsome features, but also a small, hesitant smile curving the corners of his lips. And as he watched, Ruki had to remind himself to keep breathing, because the man was the most beautiful sight he ever had and ever would lay his eyes upon, so breathtaking that he felt like crying, because he just wanted to hold him close, just wanted to be loved by Reita.
Averting his eyes, he waited for his friend to acknowledge the gesture, and after a while, he sighed and closed them. He felt tired, or perhaps more like emotionally drained, and he felt as if he would never do anything like that again, because it worked as a heavy weight on his heart to know how close that little carved out heart had been to his own feelings, to know how it suggested something more than just the friendship he always had and always would be so content with. Because Ruki figured that friendship was better than nothing at all.
Then he felt Reita shift on the bed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the bassist lying down on his stomach, next to him, his head propped up in the palm of his hand, while the other hand was still holding the red apple. He was beautiful, so beautiful, and Ruki felt a blush heating up his face, but he couldn’t look away, was caught in the gaze the other man held him in. And when Reita laughed softly, eyes seemingly shining with something Ruki could not understand, he felt uncertain, but in the end he just smiled back, feeling annoyingly shy about it.
The bassist’s smile grew wider as he, slightly teasingly, said that now he had given the apple back the heart and life that it had once lost when falling from its mother tree. Ruki snorted softly at this, reaching out a hand to playfully punch Reita’s shoulder, looking amused as he told him that he was the most brain-dead idiot he had ever been encountered with. And Reita let out a laugh, but then lowered his voice and asked him if that was what he really thought, but Ruki was too distracted by his movements to answer, because the bassist let the apple rest on the sheets, while raising himself up slightly from the bed. Ruki soon found his hands intertwined with Reita’s, palms against palms, and he let himself take a sharp breath when the other man got a mischievous look on his beautiful face as he raised Ruki’s arms to rest against the sheets above his head.
He couldn’t think straight, felt oddly light-headed and as if he had stepped wrong at some point in life and ended up at the gates of heaven. He blinked disbelievingly as one of Reita’s legs came to rest on the other side of his body, and the usually so shy man proceeded to move until he was perfectly resting on top of him, chest against chest, eyes gazing down at him lovingly. And Ruki would not have been surprised if Reita could feel his racing heartbeat in the proximity as said man leaned down, placing a simple kiss on Ruki’s forehead; his soft, warm lips only touching for the briefest of moments.
And Ruki almost wanted to cry because of the sweetness of it all. A part of him wanted to question the strange turn of events, to ask Reita what he was doing, why he was suddenly so affectionate, but another part of him didn’t care. Just wanted to relish the moment as if it was the last. He wanted this, but he didn’t know why.
The bassist then had the grace to finally look a bit shy, as if he realised what he was doing, and he averted his eyes, biting down on his lip as he appeared to think about something. And Ruki didn’t want it to end, didn’t want the heavenly moment to stop there, so he gently freed one of his hands from Reita’s, and reached up, hesitating for a second before he let his fingertips touch the other man’s cheek. As Reita’s surprised eyes turned back to look at him, Ruki smiled uncertainly while caressing the other’s cheek, asking him why he would stop now.
Reita’s eyes lit up, yet he blushed deeply, mumbling the question asking if he really wanted it. And Ruki took a deep breath before nodding, trying to calm his fluttering heart and the conflicting part of his mind that told him that if it did not work out, nothing would be the same again, ever. He told himself, as he looked deeply into the eyes of the astonishing man above him, that it did not matter what happened, as long as he had this single moment to remember, to keep him company if everything else crumbled.
Reita was still blushing, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he leaned down once again, and soon enough, warm, soft lips touched Ruki‘s in the gentlest of kisses. Ruki closed his eyes as Reita tilted his head slightly to the side and moved his lips, a bit hesitantly, against his. He didn’t even have to think twice before answering the kiss with equally sweet movements.
It was a very shy act between two individuals who had always been there for each other, but never taken it further than friendly play. It was awkward at first; there was no denying that, but it was also heavenly perfect. Neither of them asked for dominance, for neither of them needed to. Ruki’s hand came to rest on the bassist’s back, tracing gentle circles over the thin fabric of the t-shirt. One of Reita’s hands were still entwined with Ruki’s, while the other found Ruki’s cheek, guiding him to tilt his head with the softest of touches. Mumbling Ruki’s name in a soft sigh, Reita parted his lips, letting his tongue ask for more in a silent question, and Ruki did not need to hesitate before giving his long-time friend what he wanted, because he knew that he wanted it, too.
Ruki felt warm and happy, felt safe in the closeness of this breathtaking man, so lucky to be there. And their tongues began a slow dance, meeting, feeling and loving. It was perfect bliss, a harmony that he had never felt before, and they were kissing to a melody that only they could understand, only they could share. He felt as if he was melting into the touch and the kiss of the bassist he had only had like that in his dreams.
And at that moment, Ruki knew that he was in love.
: The effect
Love can remain unanswered, and love can be mutual.
To not be loved back can break even the strongest person, for since they say that love makes you strong, that love can make you able to make miracles happen, then love can also make you weak. It can turn you into a withering leaf in the autumn wind that is building up for a storm. You can deny it, you can fight it, but in the end, many of us are defenceless to the storm that can mess up you perspective to bring you close to or even to reach the point of madness.
But love is also a blessing, and to know that you love someone who loves you back is, ultimately, the finest gift you can ever receive. It can make your heart warm to only think of, and it can help you to endure the things that would normally make you crumble and hit the ground.
Love has two completely different ends of the same pavement. One that will break you, and one that will make you strong. And in the end, the decision of which end you will reach is completely depending on whether the one you love will love you back.
You can experience everlasting euphoria, or you can drown in your own heart.
The End. <3