Here Is No Why
Author: evil_queen369
Genre: Crack, Angst, Romance
Fandom: The GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Chapter: 3/?
Synopsis: Being a model was stressful, and not just because he had to be perfect all the time because Aoi had no trouble with that. Aoi was the most popular model signed to the company and managed to end up on the cover of multiple fashion magazines. He had been modeling for years and had a widespread following of fans. When it came to his line of business, the fans only liked him for his looks and never for who he really was, but that wasn’t completely their fault. There was very little even known about him aside from what he allowed magazines to print, but that didn’t stop his fans from approaching him and asking him random questions that he weaseled his way out of answering. The truth of the matter was Aoi was a completely different person than Yuu, who he really was.
Note: Requested by jokerock . :)
“What is it like to work with such a successful model?“ Aoi sat in his dressing room with a copy of the magazine he and Uruha were featured in. The shoot itself was horrendous, and he was actually embarrassed by the way he had acted toward Uruha. Luckily for the two of them, there were more than enough photos that could be used. The photographer actually liked the turn of events because it made the photos more ‘exciting’. In the end, neither one of them got in trouble except for when Ruki and Kai continued to yell at them on the way back to the company.
Over the past few weeks (or however long it had been, Aoi lost count), he and Uruha still hadn’t been getting along. Aoi didn’t mind, though, because he could care less about Uruha as a whole. The blonde model was immature and an attention whore. All he ever did was try to steal the spotlight. As much as he annoyed Aoi, the older model bit his tongue to avoid further lectures from his manager.
Luckily for him he didn’t have to work anywhere near Uruha anymore. There were times they would run into each other, but for the most part they didn’t see each other. They still shared a dressing room, but they were there at different times.
He quirked his lips to the side as he continued to read the article. Most of the interview had been aimed at Uruha since he was the new model. The magazine was more than familiar with Aoi, so they didn’t ask him too many questions unless it pertained to the blonde. It didn’t bother him that he had such little attention, in fact he was relieved; the less he spoke, the less anyone noticed the bitterness in his tone.
“U: Aoi-san has helped me a lot; he’s a very nice individual.“ He snorted at the words even though he had been sitting next to the blonde during the interview. Uruha took direction well when it came to interviews. They lied through the whole thing just like Kai had advised.
“Aoi-san, what is it like to work with a new model?“ Aoi had bit his tongue during the interview and plastered a small smile on his face. He could have gone on for hours about his dislike toward Uruha and how he was nothing but a diva, but he chose to just keep his mouth shut and lie.
He shut the magazine and tossed it across the table he had propped his feet up on. He really didn’t want to read about how he thought Uruha was a nice addition to the company, or how it was a great experience to take someone like Uruha under his wing and shape him into the perfect model. Anyone who read that article would think they got along; that was exactly what they were supposed to think.
Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes and uncrossed his feet and settled them on the floor. In a few hours he would have to get ready for another photo shoot. It was a simple shoot that just involved him. Aoi didn’t really care to model with others too often; don’t get him wrong, it was alright if he had to work with someone, but lately he had been doing partner shoots that were just annoying. After the incident with Uruha he was hesitant to work with anyone else other than Sakurina.
He stood up from his place on the couch and stretched his arms up in the air before letting them fall to his sides. It wouldn’t be long before Uruha would come prancing in like a damn princess, and Aoi really didn’t want to deal with him at the moment. He grabbed his cell phone off the table and headed toward the door intent on leaving the building before he had to actually work.
Fifteen minutes later he found himself sitting in a small restaurant across from Sakurina. Even if he somewhat disliked her from time to time (something that wasn’t completely surprising), he still found the time to hang out with her outside of work. It was, supposedly, some kind of scandal within the company that Aoi and Sakurina were running around together. He never said a word to the media nor did Sakurina; the simply didn’t care if the fans and media thought there was something between them. The so-called scandal raised sales, so they weren’t complaining. It was obnoxious that they couldn’t even go out together without someone with a camera following them.
Aoi smiled softly, brushing his bangs out of his face, and tapped his fingers along the edge of the table. Sakurina looked at him with a look of amusement and leaned forward so no one around them could hear a word.
"If you wanted to talk, you could have picked a better location." She whispered with that same amused expression. Although she and Aoi didn't really see eye-to-eye, and even though she thought Aoi thought too highly of himself, she was always willing to lend him a helping hand. Aoi didn’t even have to say anything to indicate that something was bothering him because Sakurina just knew. She blamed it on working around him for so long, but really it was because they had a strange form of friendship.
Aoi rolled his eyes with a scoff, “Who said I wanted to talk?” He leaned back and crossed one leg over the other.
“You wouldn’t have asked me out to lunch if you didn’t have something on your mind.” She spoke matter-of-factly; Aoi didn’t just ask anyone out to lunch. Most of the time he liked to eat alone at home so he didn’t have to deal with people bothering him, so when he asked Sakurina to accompany him, she grew curious. It wasn’t like they hadn’t spent time talking about issues in the past.
“Ever think that maybe I just wanted to be nice?” Aoi’s voice was a bit on the snobbish side, but, as Sakurina noted, that wasn’t too out of the ordinary. But still she knew something was up.
She tapped her long nails against her cup of tea and tilted her head to the side as she examined him; his eyebrows were knitted in irritation, and had been since they met up at work, he had his teeth clenched and his whole body looked stiff.
She shook her head in amusement. “You’ve been more of a diva pain in the ass than usual lately, Aoi-chan.” She took a sip of her tea and licked her lips. Aoi’s eyebrow twitched slightly as he looked away from her and glared at the floor. “Actually, you have been ever since the new model showed up.”
“He just waltzed in acting as if he was better than everyone. He has such an attitude, and he’s an asshole. I don’t see how everyone can like him so much.” Aoi growled angrily, and Sakurina covered her mouth as she laughed.
“Surely you remember Aoi, the model who worked for the company before you. Remember him? The cute guy that had all the girls swooning just from one simple smile?” That Aoi was, in Sakurina’s opinion, an amazing model who was on the top of his game. Everyone loved him for his cute looks and bubbly personality. And then the new Aoi showed up and the old Aoi wasn’t too happy.
“What does he have to do with anything?”
Sakurina bit back a laugh. “Everyone loved him and he was the top model at the time. Aoi was perfect and did no wrong. Women threw themselves at him and men were jealous. Then you came into the picture… waltzing in acting as if you were better than everyone with such an attitude, acting like a complete asshole of a diva. Aoi wondered how anyone could like you when you were just some new fresh-faced model with an ego bigger than your own body.” She raised her eyebrows with an amused smile stretched across her face.
The other Aoi eventually left the company because he couldn’t stand the ego and the way Aoi walked around as if he were superior to everyone around him. There were times when they were able to get along, but those times were rare and Aoi couldn’t stand to work for the company anymore. He may not have been older than the new Aoi, but he was treated as if he were. The new Aoi was a fresh face, someone the girls found attractive and perfect; he wasn’t looked at as cute but sexy instead. The girls wanted him and he gained all the attention.
Aoi looked at her with a blank expression on his face. “What are you trying to get at?”
Sakurina leaned in with her chin resting on her palm, the long nail of her pinky finger caught between her teeth as she grinned wickedly. “You were his Uruha. Karma finally came back and bit you in your pretty little ass.”
“I am nothing like that wannabe model tramp.” Aoi hissed angrily, slamming his hand on the table as his eyes turned into slits.
“Just come to your senses and admit to yourself that he’s a good model and that he’s better than you.” Sakurina rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to admit it to him, just admit it to yourself and stop competing like a child. If you don’t start acting as if you like him, you’re going to piss off Ruki and get yourself fired. After the last incident, I’m surprised you still have a job.”
Aoi scoffed, “I’m not admitting to shit. I’m going to make myself look even better than usual, and I’m going to look so good that no one is even going to notice him. He’ll become yesterday’s news and I’ll be on the top, right where I belong.”
"Gee, Aoi, it’s hard to believe you can still breathe with all that ego suffocating you."
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Aoi smirked as he walked into the company building a day later. After thinking about how he would make himself better than the obnoxious blonde, he finally realized he just had to change his appearance. It wouldn’t be too hard to find something to suit him since everything made him look flawless. When he walked into the building, everyone would bow down to him and forget all about Uruha. He was ready for it.
But he wasn’t ready for people staring at him and giggling behind their hands. He rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses and proceeded toward his dressing room where he was almost positive Uruha was.
“Aoi-san,” A younger model stopped him in the hall. She looked up at him and bit her lips to hold in her laughter. “what did you do?”
He raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean ‘what did you do’? What does it look like?”
“I know I’m not as great as you yet, but I do have great fashion sense and know what looks good and what does not. Your hair, it does not look good. If it were any more blonde, it would blend in with your skin.” She chewed on gum and stared up at him.
He rolled his eyes and pushed by her, “Jealousy gets you nowhere, kid.” There was absolutely nothing wrong with his hair; the hairstylist said he looked great. Well, there was also the chance she was just being nice to him and telling him what he wanted to hear so he would sign an autograph. It didn’t matter because he thought he looked perfectly fine, and whose opinion was better than his? No ones.
He walked into the dressing room and plopped down on the couch, much like he always did, and pulled out a cigarette.
“Well look who it is. The wicked witch of the west complete with a new look.”
He lit his cigarette as Uruha’s voice floated through the room. Today he wasn’t going to get into an argument with the blonde; he was going to prove that he was mature and didn’t care what Uruha thought. Well, except he was hoping Uruha would be jealous and everyone loved his new look and he knew for a fact he would argue with the other model.
“Can it, blondie.”
Uruha snorted, jumping over the back of the couch to sit on the top. “I appreciate the lovely nickname, but if you would put on your old man specks and look, you would see that I, too, have gotten my hair done.” He smirked as Aoi inhaled and looked up at him… and spluttered as he swallowed smoke. “So old that he even forgot how to smoke properly. Aoi, you really should hang up the towel; there are lovely retirement homes in the area that would love to take care of you.”
“What the fuck, Uruha?!” Aoi growled, yanking the former-blonde down by the collar of his shirt as he looked at his hair. It was now dark with pieces of blonde with a fringe that made him look flawless. It was irritating how Aoi had changed his appearance and Uruha still looked better than him and was a step ahead of him.
The younger model grinned madly, wrapping his hand around Aoi’s wrist and pushing him away. “Sexy, aren’t I?” He slipped down to the cushions of the couch and moved his hair out of his eyes. “You look like Mount Fuji, and not in a good way.”
“Fuck you. I bet you knew I was going to dye my hair. You just wanted to one up me again.”
“Actually,” Uruha held a finger up and smiled, “I made my appointment a week ago. Unfortunately I had to wait until yesterday to actually get it done because I was so busy.”
Aoi sighed, inhaling his cigarette again. “I hate it. You look like a fucking girl.”
“Chicks dig a man who is pretty.” Uruha shrugged. "That could be why I get so much action and why you need to get laid." He covered his mouth as he tried his best to hide his smile. Aoi was getting irritated just as he wanted him to; he could practically see the waves of anger falling from him.
"I bet I get more action than you." The older man spat angrily, turning away from the other man and stubbing his cigarette out.
Uruha stood up, making his way toward the door to prepare for his next shoot. "Don't make a bet you aren't ready to lose, Aoi-chan." He stopped and leaned against the frame and smirked at the back of Aoi's blonde and black head. His hair didn't look so bad, actually. In Uruha's opinion, the blonde looked good on him, he just wanted to tease him and get on his nerves.
"Women throw themselves at me every day. What makes you think you're better?" The older model whirled around, glaring at the other.
"Aoi, I'm younger, sexier, and a million times nicer to those around me. I'm the person the girls will trample over you to get to. It's not just about appearances, it's about personality and politeness. You may have it all now, but your fans are going to abandon you real quick when they see who you really are." Uruha quirked his lips to the side and exited the room with a small shrug of his shoulders. He didn’t care how mad he just made Aoi; at one time he was one of Aoi’s fans who thought he was perfect. After he met him he realized that he had bought into image the company made for him; Aoi was just an asshole, but just like all celebrity assholes, Aoi would mess up and ruin his career. Uruha was just waiting for him to fall, and whether he would catch him or not was to be determined.
A/N: I apologize immensely for not updating this; I didn't have the inspiration or will to write anything so I abandoned everything for two months. =/ This chapter isn't as long as the previous two (the shortness is killing me, so there's no need to comment on that), and I'm sure it's not as good. I apologize but for now, this is all I can really do. -__- Although I'm actually doubting anyone is still reading this fail.
To those of you that are readers of Love So Sweet, I am working on the next chapter. I finally figured out how I wanted to write it, so all I need to do is write a couple more pages and post it. Of course there will be more Toshi picking on Ruki, so be prepared for that. -giggles-
Comments would be appreciated! ♥
Genre: Crack, Angst, Romance
Fandom: The GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Chapter: 3/?
Synopsis: Being a model was stressful, and not just because he had to be perfect all the time because Aoi had no trouble with that. Aoi was the most popular model signed to the company and managed to end up on the cover of multiple fashion magazines. He had been modeling for years and had a widespread following of fans. When it came to his line of business, the fans only liked him for his looks and never for who he really was, but that wasn’t completely their fault. There was very little even known about him aside from what he allowed magazines to print, but that didn’t stop his fans from approaching him and asking him random questions that he weaseled his way out of answering. The truth of the matter was Aoi was a completely different person than Yuu, who he really was.
Note: Requested by jokerock . :)
“What is it like to work with such a successful model?“ Aoi sat in his dressing room with a copy of the magazine he and Uruha were featured in. The shoot itself was horrendous, and he was actually embarrassed by the way he had acted toward Uruha. Luckily for the two of them, there were more than enough photos that could be used. The photographer actually liked the turn of events because it made the photos more ‘exciting’. In the end, neither one of them got in trouble except for when Ruki and Kai continued to yell at them on the way back to the company.
Over the past few weeks (or however long it had been, Aoi lost count), he and Uruha still hadn’t been getting along. Aoi didn’t mind, though, because he could care less about Uruha as a whole. The blonde model was immature and an attention whore. All he ever did was try to steal the spotlight. As much as he annoyed Aoi, the older model bit his tongue to avoid further lectures from his manager.
Luckily for him he didn’t have to work anywhere near Uruha anymore. There were times they would run into each other, but for the most part they didn’t see each other. They still shared a dressing room, but they were there at different times.
He quirked his lips to the side as he continued to read the article. Most of the interview had been aimed at Uruha since he was the new model. The magazine was more than familiar with Aoi, so they didn’t ask him too many questions unless it pertained to the blonde. It didn’t bother him that he had such little attention, in fact he was relieved; the less he spoke, the less anyone noticed the bitterness in his tone.
“U: Aoi-san has helped me a lot; he’s a very nice individual.“ He snorted at the words even though he had been sitting next to the blonde during the interview. Uruha took direction well when it came to interviews. They lied through the whole thing just like Kai had advised.
“Aoi-san, what is it like to work with a new model?“ Aoi had bit his tongue during the interview and plastered a small smile on his face. He could have gone on for hours about his dislike toward Uruha and how he was nothing but a diva, but he chose to just keep his mouth shut and lie.
He shut the magazine and tossed it across the table he had propped his feet up on. He really didn’t want to read about how he thought Uruha was a nice addition to the company, or how it was a great experience to take someone like Uruha under his wing and shape him into the perfect model. Anyone who read that article would think they got along; that was exactly what they were supposed to think.
Tilting his head back, he closed his eyes and uncrossed his feet and settled them on the floor. In a few hours he would have to get ready for another photo shoot. It was a simple shoot that just involved him. Aoi didn’t really care to model with others too often; don’t get him wrong, it was alright if he had to work with someone, but lately he had been doing partner shoots that were just annoying. After the incident with Uruha he was hesitant to work with anyone else other than Sakurina.
He stood up from his place on the couch and stretched his arms up in the air before letting them fall to his sides. It wouldn’t be long before Uruha would come prancing in like a damn princess, and Aoi really didn’t want to deal with him at the moment. He grabbed his cell phone off the table and headed toward the door intent on leaving the building before he had to actually work.
Fifteen minutes later he found himself sitting in a small restaurant across from Sakurina. Even if he somewhat disliked her from time to time (something that wasn’t completely surprising), he still found the time to hang out with her outside of work. It was, supposedly, some kind of scandal within the company that Aoi and Sakurina were running around together. He never said a word to the media nor did Sakurina; the simply didn’t care if the fans and media thought there was something between them. The so-called scandal raised sales, so they weren’t complaining. It was obnoxious that they couldn’t even go out together without someone with a camera following them.
Aoi smiled softly, brushing his bangs out of his face, and tapped his fingers along the edge of the table. Sakurina looked at him with a look of amusement and leaned forward so no one around them could hear a word.
"If you wanted to talk, you could have picked a better location." She whispered with that same amused expression. Although she and Aoi didn't really see eye-to-eye, and even though she thought Aoi thought too highly of himself, she was always willing to lend him a helping hand. Aoi didn’t even have to say anything to indicate that something was bothering him because Sakurina just knew. She blamed it on working around him for so long, but really it was because they had a strange form of friendship.
Aoi rolled his eyes with a scoff, “Who said I wanted to talk?” He leaned back and crossed one leg over the other.
“You wouldn’t have asked me out to lunch if you didn’t have something on your mind.” She spoke matter-of-factly; Aoi didn’t just ask anyone out to lunch. Most of the time he liked to eat alone at home so he didn’t have to deal with people bothering him, so when he asked Sakurina to accompany him, she grew curious. It wasn’t like they hadn’t spent time talking about issues in the past.
“Ever think that maybe I just wanted to be nice?” Aoi’s voice was a bit on the snobbish side, but, as Sakurina noted, that wasn’t too out of the ordinary. But still she knew something was up.
She tapped her long nails against her cup of tea and tilted her head to the side as she examined him; his eyebrows were knitted in irritation, and had been since they met up at work, he had his teeth clenched and his whole body looked stiff.
She shook her head in amusement. “You’ve been more of a diva pain in the ass than usual lately, Aoi-chan.” She took a sip of her tea and licked her lips. Aoi’s eyebrow twitched slightly as he looked away from her and glared at the floor. “Actually, you have been ever since the new model showed up.”
“He just waltzed in acting as if he was better than everyone. He has such an attitude, and he’s an asshole. I don’t see how everyone can like him so much.” Aoi growled angrily, and Sakurina covered her mouth as she laughed.
“Surely you remember Aoi, the model who worked for the company before you. Remember him? The cute guy that had all the girls swooning just from one simple smile?” That Aoi was, in Sakurina’s opinion, an amazing model who was on the top of his game. Everyone loved him for his cute looks and bubbly personality. And then the new Aoi showed up and the old Aoi wasn’t too happy.
“What does he have to do with anything?”
Sakurina bit back a laugh. “Everyone loved him and he was the top model at the time. Aoi was perfect and did no wrong. Women threw themselves at him and men were jealous. Then you came into the picture… waltzing in acting as if you were better than everyone with such an attitude, acting like a complete asshole of a diva. Aoi wondered how anyone could like you when you were just some new fresh-faced model with an ego bigger than your own body.” She raised her eyebrows with an amused smile stretched across her face.
The other Aoi eventually left the company because he couldn’t stand the ego and the way Aoi walked around as if he were superior to everyone around him. There were times when they were able to get along, but those times were rare and Aoi couldn’t stand to work for the company anymore. He may not have been older than the new Aoi, but he was treated as if he were. The new Aoi was a fresh face, someone the girls found attractive and perfect; he wasn’t looked at as cute but sexy instead. The girls wanted him and he gained all the attention.
Aoi looked at her with a blank expression on his face. “What are you trying to get at?”
Sakurina leaned in with her chin resting on her palm, the long nail of her pinky finger caught between her teeth as she grinned wickedly. “You were his Uruha. Karma finally came back and bit you in your pretty little ass.”
“I am nothing like that wannabe model tramp.” Aoi hissed angrily, slamming his hand on the table as his eyes turned into slits.
“Just come to your senses and admit to yourself that he’s a good model and that he’s better than you.” Sakurina rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to admit it to him, just admit it to yourself and stop competing like a child. If you don’t start acting as if you like him, you’re going to piss off Ruki and get yourself fired. After the last incident, I’m surprised you still have a job.”
Aoi scoffed, “I’m not admitting to shit. I’m going to make myself look even better than usual, and I’m going to look so good that no one is even going to notice him. He’ll become yesterday’s news and I’ll be on the top, right where I belong.”
"Gee, Aoi, it’s hard to believe you can still breathe with all that ego suffocating you."
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Aoi smirked as he walked into the company building a day later. After thinking about how he would make himself better than the obnoxious blonde, he finally realized he just had to change his appearance. It wouldn’t be too hard to find something to suit him since everything made him look flawless. When he walked into the building, everyone would bow down to him and forget all about Uruha. He was ready for it.
But he wasn’t ready for people staring at him and giggling behind their hands. He rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses and proceeded toward his dressing room where he was almost positive Uruha was.
“Aoi-san,” A younger model stopped him in the hall. She looked up at him and bit her lips to hold in her laughter. “what did you do?”
He raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean ‘what did you do’? What does it look like?”
“I know I’m not as great as you yet, but I do have great fashion sense and know what looks good and what does not. Your hair, it does not look good. If it were any more blonde, it would blend in with your skin.” She chewed on gum and stared up at him.
He rolled his eyes and pushed by her, “Jealousy gets you nowhere, kid.” There was absolutely nothing wrong with his hair; the hairstylist said he looked great. Well, there was also the chance she was just being nice to him and telling him what he wanted to hear so he would sign an autograph. It didn’t matter because he thought he looked perfectly fine, and whose opinion was better than his? No ones.
He walked into the dressing room and plopped down on the couch, much like he always did, and pulled out a cigarette.
“Well look who it is. The wicked witch of the west complete with a new look.”
He lit his cigarette as Uruha’s voice floated through the room. Today he wasn’t going to get into an argument with the blonde; he was going to prove that he was mature and didn’t care what Uruha thought. Well, except he was hoping Uruha would be jealous and everyone loved his new look and he knew for a fact he would argue with the other model.
“Can it, blondie.”
Uruha snorted, jumping over the back of the couch to sit on the top. “I appreciate the lovely nickname, but if you would put on your old man specks and look, you would see that I, too, have gotten my hair done.” He smirked as Aoi inhaled and looked up at him… and spluttered as he swallowed smoke. “So old that he even forgot how to smoke properly. Aoi, you really should hang up the towel; there are lovely retirement homes in the area that would love to take care of you.”
“What the fuck, Uruha?!” Aoi growled, yanking the former-blonde down by the collar of his shirt as he looked at his hair. It was now dark with pieces of blonde with a fringe that made him look flawless. It was irritating how Aoi had changed his appearance and Uruha still looked better than him and was a step ahead of him.
The younger model grinned madly, wrapping his hand around Aoi’s wrist and pushing him away. “Sexy, aren’t I?” He slipped down to the cushions of the couch and moved his hair out of his eyes. “You look like Mount Fuji, and not in a good way.”
“Fuck you. I bet you knew I was going to dye my hair. You just wanted to one up me again.”
“Actually,” Uruha held a finger up and smiled, “I made my appointment a week ago. Unfortunately I had to wait until yesterday to actually get it done because I was so busy.”
Aoi sighed, inhaling his cigarette again. “I hate it. You look like a fucking girl.”
“Chicks dig a man who is pretty.” Uruha shrugged. "That could be why I get so much action and why you need to get laid." He covered his mouth as he tried his best to hide his smile. Aoi was getting irritated just as he wanted him to; he could practically see the waves of anger falling from him.
"I bet I get more action than you." The older man spat angrily, turning away from the other man and stubbing his cigarette out.
Uruha stood up, making his way toward the door to prepare for his next shoot. "Don't make a bet you aren't ready to lose, Aoi-chan." He stopped and leaned against the frame and smirked at the back of Aoi's blonde and black head. His hair didn't look so bad, actually. In Uruha's opinion, the blonde looked good on him, he just wanted to tease him and get on his nerves.
"Women throw themselves at me every day. What makes you think you're better?" The older model whirled around, glaring at the other.
"Aoi, I'm younger, sexier, and a million times nicer to those around me. I'm the person the girls will trample over you to get to. It's not just about appearances, it's about personality and politeness. You may have it all now, but your fans are going to abandon you real quick when they see who you really are." Uruha quirked his lips to the side and exited the room with a small shrug of his shoulders. He didn’t care how mad he just made Aoi; at one time he was one of Aoi’s fans who thought he was perfect. After he met him he realized that he had bought into image the company made for him; Aoi was just an asshole, but just like all celebrity assholes, Aoi would mess up and ruin his career. Uruha was just waiting for him to fall, and whether he would catch him or not was to be determined.
A/N: I apologize immensely for not updating this; I didn't have the inspiration or will to write anything so I abandoned everything for two months. =/ This chapter isn't as long as the previous two (the shortness is killing me, so there's no need to comment on that), and I'm sure it's not as good. I apologize but for now, this is all I can really do. -__- Although I'm actually doubting anyone is still reading this fail.
To those of you that are readers of Love So Sweet, I am working on the next chapter. I finally figured out how I wanted to write it, so all I need to do is write a couple more pages and post it. Of course there will be more Toshi picking on Ruki, so be prepared for that. -giggles-
Comments would be appreciated! ♥