Gazette Fic #2: Sometimes, I. [Part II]
Title: Sometimes, I. [Part II]
Author: Randix deathbyaccident
Genre: angst/drama
Ratings: PG
Pairings: Reita x Uruha
Synopsis: And it all started because of Reita's jacket with the green skull! (I initially said, green jacket with a black skull, but charlene-chan eatyou_alive said that it was more like the other way around. Teehee, thanks!)
Notes: This was inspired by this interview where Reita complained about Uruha not wanting to go out with him because of his sweater! (I swear I read it in reita_x_uruha but that entry wasn't there anymore! O_O So I decided to make a story out of it, and this is what happened. T_T
Comments: Yes, Onegai! @_@ Because I'm pretty sure I sucked, just writing randomly like this. . .
Sometimes, I.
Part II
“You’re mad.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You are.”
“No, I’m not. Shut up, Reita.”
“See?”
“What are you doing?” Uruha frowned, wanting to thwack Reita in the head. He gripped Reita’s outstretched arm with more strength than necessary, sending out the clear message that he should STOP trying to remove his jacket right now. Uruha exhaled loudly, saw his breath come out in a smoky thread that disappeared after a few seconds. He frowned some more, “It’s so fucking cold. Did you freeze your brain or something?”
“Well, you’re mad and this thing is making you antsy.” Reita tried to stop his teeth from chattering when a cold gust of wind hit them both, and he immediately wore it back and wrapped his arms around him. They were walking the remaining distance towards the movie house, because the cab was stuck in the typical evening rush traffic a few blocks away and they’d rather walk than wait. It was a short distance, anyway. They hadn’t talked since they rode the cab, not until now, when Reita began taking off his jacket. Thank God that elicited a reaction from Uruha - Reita was seriously considering doing something really violent - like hitting him in the head or something - just so he’d give him any reaction.
“I’m not mad. And I’m not antsy.” Uruha said in a low voice. Sure he wasn’t antsy, but he was prepared any moment now, just in case he hears a shrill scream nearby, which meant that yes, the stupid jacket has performed its curse of calling attention to Reita again - a signal that a horde of fan girls will surely be coming from somewhere within the next ten or twenty seconds. Ever since they got off the cab, Uruha was fervently praying - with his fingers crossed inside his pockets - for nothing like that to happen, and it seemed that his prayers were actually working. He wanted nothing else but to reach the movie house where there were less chances of being recognized, so he quickened his pace.
Uruha stopped in mid-step when he felt Reita stop behind him suddenly, looking at him strangely. He cocked his head at his companion, “What?”
Before he knew it, Uruha found himself being hauled inside the shop immediately beside them, Reita’s wrist curled firmly around his wrist. It took him about a minute to realize that they were in a sweets shop, which was almost empty, except for a family of three in the corner drinking tea and eating cake, and the person in the counter, an old man who smiled pleasantly at them. He asked warmly, and Uruha immediately took a liking at him. “What would you like to have, young sirs?”
“I’ll get that box of brownies - ” Reita pointed to something on the glass display - a box of six chocolate fudge brownies, then pointed his thumb to Uruha, “so my best friend over here would forgive me for being such an asshole.”
Uruha gaped at Reita at that, his hand immediately going up to cover half his face in a clear indication that he was greatly embarrassed, but he couldn’t help at the smile that was threatening to cover his face. Finally he gave up and laughed softly, giving Reita a soft punch on the shoulder. “Yeah, you are an asshole. What are you up to, ruining my diet, you idiot.” Because Reita clearly knew Uruha would never say no to those delectable brownies.
“You’re too skinny.”
“Hey!” Uruha frowned, surprised at that comment. “I thought you were trying to make peace! I’m not skinny.”
“I didn’t say you are skinny. I said you are too skinny.”
“Why -“ Uruha felt his breath catch in his throat and the floor disappear underneath him, as two strong arms wrapped around him in a firm hold, lifting him a good two inches above the floor. And when Reita made a full circle with him in his arms, Uruha frantically thought they were going to topple over and he squeaked, “Rei - Reita!”
His best friend let him down, and it took Uruha a few seconds to regain his balance, one hand against the glass display to steady himself. He stared at Reita, who was busy paying at the counter and waiting for his purchase. Uruha blinked. What - what the hell -
“Told you, you’re too skinny.” Then Reita flexed his biceps, smiling smugly, grabbing Uruha’s hand and hauling him out of the shop. He shoved the box at him, then stuffed his palms inside his pockets. He was suddenly serious, suddenly found his shoelaces interesting as they continued walking. “You really should eat up, Uruha. Sometimes, I worry about you and your health because - ” Reita paused, looking at his companion.
And blinked.
“What the hell, Uru.” He muttered under his breath. Reita wiped a trace of chocolate fudge that made its way to the tip of Uruha’s nose. “Sometimes I can’t believe people believe you’re that demure when you can be such a slob!” Apparently, the other boy had already started on one brownie immediately after Reita had given the box to him, his eyes sparkling with a child-like satisfaction at the chocolate confectionery, his slender fingers smeared with rich chocolate. “I told you to eat it, not inhale it.”
Uruha wrinkled his nose at the gesture, suddenly feeling self-conscious. A delicate finger shot up to hopefully remove any traces of chocolate. He grinned at Reita, “Hey, I heard that before. When we were in third grade!”
“Fourth grade, idiot. That was White Day and you got this really big box of Belgian stuff from - who was that girl again, Shizuka? - and you looked like you were going to eat even the box.” They both laughed and Uruha almost choked. The other boy continued, amusement in his voice. “You were such a dork.”
“I wasn’t!” Uruha looked scandalized at that. “You’re the one who always trips over the stairs or on your shoelaces every PE time! And you cried like a baby when you accidentally fell off your own bike!”
“I just cried like a baby because you almost broke my nose when you crashed my bike into a tree, asshole!” Reita snorted, stomping his foot. “And I remember you peeing in your pants because you were afraid of Okaasan!”
Uruha thwacked him in the head, looking scandalized more than ever, his eyes darting around them to see if anyone was near enough to hear Reita. They finally found themselves in front of the movie house, and Uruha gritted his teeth, relieved at the amount of noise there that drowned Reita’s voice. “Shut up. If someone hears you, I’m going to be ruined for life!” But his eyes were laughing. There was a challenging look in them, as if telling Reita to come up with another smart-ass remark about their childhoods. God, they haven’t done this in such a long time it was almost unbelievable. Uruha felt giddy, for some odd reason.
Reita grinned, immediately understanding that challenge. “Remind me never to entertain thoughts of black-mailing you, Uruha.”
His best friend stuck out his tongue. “Go ahead and try. Then I’ll go email Nee and tell her you used to fantasize about her!”
“No you wouldn’t!” Reita said indignantly, his cheeks heating up instantly at the mention of his silly childhood crush on Uruha’s older sister Machiko. She used to tutor him in English, and he thought she was really cool. “And you have no proof!”
“I still have my notebook where you wrote her that cheesy love letter in crooked English!” Uruha laughed boisterously, and cleared his throat, as if to prepare for a speech. “That sucked. And you said, Dear Ms. Machiko. You are so pretty. You are so kind. You are so nice. I’m happy to meet you. You are my friend -“
“Uruha!” Reita immediately jumped on his best friend, wrapping an arm around Uruha’s neck in a feigned wrestling match. The other one was laughing so hard that he didn’t make any attempt to wrestle back, but he squeaked in utter horror when Reita’s fingers found a treacherous zone - the side of his waist - and began to tickle him. Uruha would’ve pulled away, but Reita’s arm around his neck kept him stuck and under the other’s merciless tickling. Briefly he wondered what they looked like to the other people there - two idiots in a wrestling match - but who cares?
“Stop, stop, stop!” Uruha begged, in between laughter and tears, as he tried to correct his breathing and speak at the same time. “Stop, Reita, I’m seriously gonna pee in my pants, you idiot!” He managed to wriggle his arm in the right direction and elbowed Reita none-too-gently on the stomach.
“Ow!” Reita complained in feigned hurt, letting him go. But he frowned when he saw Uruha, who looked like he was about to cry any moment. His eyes were a little watery and his cheeks were flushed.
A hand shot up to brush a strand of hair away from Uruha’s cheek, wet with sweat. “You okay? Hey, Uruha. Are you hurt? I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” Reita grinned sheepishly, admitting to himself that he did get carried away. It’s been, like 12 or so years since he remembered doing that to his best friend.
“Just - just give me a moment.” Uruha said, trying to breathe properly, sniffling. He never really liked being tickled, it always made him feel like he was going to die laughing, and that was never really a good feeling. And it usually worked up his bladder, which meant that he badly needed to go to the restroom right now.
“Restroom’s that way.” Reita suddenly said, as if he read his thoughts. That sheepish grin never left his face.
“Your fault.” Uruha accused, although his voice was laced with amusement. He felt for his back pocket and took the two ticket stubs, then gestured towards the queue, which was already moving. It was 7:15, after all. Uruha handed him a few bills too. “Go fall in line, I’ll be right back. Cheese popcorn, don’t forget.”
“I’ll have plain popcorn. Bucket.” And Reita grinned, because Uruha was paying.
“Whatever. Just don’t forget -“
“Extra cheese on you.” Then Reita’s eyes widened the moment the words left his mouth, as if the image that the words conjured struck him like lightning. Which really did, of course, but he chose not to dwell on that. “Yours, I meant! Extra cheese on your popcorn!”
“Why, you pervert.” Uruha’s hand shot up to hit Reita squarely on the forehead, to which the other boy frowned, rubbing the sore spot. Then he turned on his heels - he really needed to go - and called out to his friend. “Be back in a few min -“
“You’re REITA, aren’t you!”
It was a really shrill, girlish cry, and it froze Uruha on the spot. The question rang across the entire lobby and hushed it into silence. It seemed that the suddenness of it all shocked the hell out of Reita too, because he was not moving in his spot. Three teenage girls stood right behind him, their faces lit with something akin to mighty adoration, and Uruha figured that one of them must have let out that cry that could damage someone’s ear drum for life. As if in slow motion, Uruha saw Reita turn around -
- and the next thing he knew, half of the queue leading inside the movie house had disappeared, and gathered around his friend, who at that moment seemed stricken by panic. Reita was rubbing his brow - a gesture that clearly asked what the hell is fucking happening - and his smile was that of nervousness, embarrassment and surprise.
Uruha forgot about his bladder. Either that or his brain stopped working, as he stared at the rather large group - about 15 - 20 people, mostly girls of course - gathered around Reita, and he heard something like “Gazette” and “Visual Kei” and “Rock” and “Really good band, those boys” (and this one made his heart thump a little in happiness but he quickly quenched it) in hushed whispers among the movie-goers. At least among the few who remained outside, because people were already allowed entrance to the theater a few minutes ago.
Finally willing his legs to move, before any one of those people noticed that he was even there, he took a step back, and another, cursing the remaining distance between him and his refuge - the door. Don’t look at me, Reita, don’t look at me -
Their eyes met. Uruha froze; he wasn’t sure if he wanted to kill Reita for looking at his direction, primarily because there was something in his eyes that said, “Um, help?”
“Oh my God, it’s Uruha-SAMA!”
So much for even thinking about running away, Uruha cursed inwardly, but donned one of his prettiest smiles instead. He walked towards the group, careful not to look at Reita, who seemed relieved at the sudden distraction, anyway. Uruha put his hands up, and said with a grin, as he got enveloped in the crowd, finding himself beside Reita. “You found us!”
“Yes, we weren’t sure really, when I first caught a glimpse of Reita-sama’s hair,” A girl chimed in, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “But when I saw that GREEN SKULL! I knew it had to be him!” This earned a chorus of agreement among the rest of the group, as if to say - woe to anyone who didn’t recognize him on that! It’s the end of the world for you!
“Why, of course.” Uruha muttered, and then looked at his band mate, who was scratching his head cutely. He was careful to mask the sarcasm and annoyance in his voice, and fortunately, it seemed to work, especially when he ran his hand over Reita’s back in mock appreciation of that jacket. That gesture elicited giggles from some girls, but Uruha wasn’t the least amused. If he had qualms about not killing Reita a few minutes ago, they have disappeared altogether, and now he just wanted to thwack Reita in the head to say, “Fuck, this is what I was talking about!”
From the look of things, he was sure they were going to miss the movie, and ditch their popcorn plans, of course. And right now he was just too pissed to entertain any other thought but to lock himself up in his room - after making sure that Reita got his freaking damn point.
I told you not to wear that goddamn jacket!
Uruha bit down a groan of frustration, keeping the pretty smile plastered in his face. There was a really bad feeling building up in the pit of his stomach, and he felt like pulling his hair right at that moment. But he didn’t, because there were other stuff to do like sign their notebooks and other stuff these fans brought with them, chat for a little while - apparently because they have decided to forget about the movie, as well - and make sure that they go home to their own houses and pretty bedrooms happy and more in love with Gazette than ever. Not that he was complaining about it -
But oh yes, he was complaining.
He was complaining because this was supposed to be his and Reita’s night, as ridiculous as that may sound, and even though he himself didn’t know where that thought came from. But it was there, and he knew that that was exactly how he wished this night would turn out to be - some sort of reunion between friends. It had all been going so well, wasn’t it? He even thought the box of brownies was a good omen - at least Reita still remembers little things like that. But it seemed that he had spoken too soon.
As if to punish himself, he bit the inside of his cheek, tasting blood. He took one notebook from one of the girls and signed his name prettily on it. Reita was doing the same, his back to him, and for a while Uruha just stared at his jacket, and the skull grinned back at him, as if mocking him in his frustration. He stopped staring before he became too obvious, focusing on the neat scented sheet of paper in his hands instead.
Maybe, just maybe, he was just trying too much, trying too damn hard to get the old days back, when it seemed that he was the only one trying.
Author: Randix deathbyaccident
Genre: angst/drama
Ratings: PG
Pairings: Reita x Uruha
Synopsis: And it all started because of Reita's jacket with the green skull! (I initially said, green jacket with a black skull, but charlene-chan eatyou_alive said that it was more like the other way around. Teehee, thanks!)
Notes: This was inspired by this interview where Reita complained about Uruha not wanting to go out with him because of his sweater! (I swear I read it in reita_x_uruha but that entry wasn't there anymore! O_O So I decided to make a story out of it, and this is what happened. T_T
Comments: Yes, Onegai! @_@ Because I'm pretty sure I sucked, just writing randomly like this. . .
Sometimes, I.
Part II
“You’re mad.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You are.”
“No, I’m not. Shut up, Reita.”
“See?”
“What are you doing?” Uruha frowned, wanting to thwack Reita in the head. He gripped Reita’s outstretched arm with more strength than necessary, sending out the clear message that he should STOP trying to remove his jacket right now. Uruha exhaled loudly, saw his breath come out in a smoky thread that disappeared after a few seconds. He frowned some more, “It’s so fucking cold. Did you freeze your brain or something?”
“Well, you’re mad and this thing is making you antsy.” Reita tried to stop his teeth from chattering when a cold gust of wind hit them both, and he immediately wore it back and wrapped his arms around him. They were walking the remaining distance towards the movie house, because the cab was stuck in the typical evening rush traffic a few blocks away and they’d rather walk than wait. It was a short distance, anyway. They hadn’t talked since they rode the cab, not until now, when Reita began taking off his jacket. Thank God that elicited a reaction from Uruha - Reita was seriously considering doing something really violent - like hitting him in the head or something - just so he’d give him any reaction.
“I’m not mad. And I’m not antsy.” Uruha said in a low voice. Sure he wasn’t antsy, but he was prepared any moment now, just in case he hears a shrill scream nearby, which meant that yes, the stupid jacket has performed its curse of calling attention to Reita again - a signal that a horde of fan girls will surely be coming from somewhere within the next ten or twenty seconds. Ever since they got off the cab, Uruha was fervently praying - with his fingers crossed inside his pockets - for nothing like that to happen, and it seemed that his prayers were actually working. He wanted nothing else but to reach the movie house where there were less chances of being recognized, so he quickened his pace.
Uruha stopped in mid-step when he felt Reita stop behind him suddenly, looking at him strangely. He cocked his head at his companion, “What?”
Before he knew it, Uruha found himself being hauled inside the shop immediately beside them, Reita’s wrist curled firmly around his wrist. It took him about a minute to realize that they were in a sweets shop, which was almost empty, except for a family of three in the corner drinking tea and eating cake, and the person in the counter, an old man who smiled pleasantly at them. He asked warmly, and Uruha immediately took a liking at him. “What would you like to have, young sirs?”
“I’ll get that box of brownies - ” Reita pointed to something on the glass display - a box of six chocolate fudge brownies, then pointed his thumb to Uruha, “so my best friend over here would forgive me for being such an asshole.”
Uruha gaped at Reita at that, his hand immediately going up to cover half his face in a clear indication that he was greatly embarrassed, but he couldn’t help at the smile that was threatening to cover his face. Finally he gave up and laughed softly, giving Reita a soft punch on the shoulder. “Yeah, you are an asshole. What are you up to, ruining my diet, you idiot.” Because Reita clearly knew Uruha would never say no to those delectable brownies.
“You’re too skinny.”
“Hey!” Uruha frowned, surprised at that comment. “I thought you were trying to make peace! I’m not skinny.”
“I didn’t say you are skinny. I said you are too skinny.”
“Why -“ Uruha felt his breath catch in his throat and the floor disappear underneath him, as two strong arms wrapped around him in a firm hold, lifting him a good two inches above the floor. And when Reita made a full circle with him in his arms, Uruha frantically thought they were going to topple over and he squeaked, “Rei - Reita!”
His best friend let him down, and it took Uruha a few seconds to regain his balance, one hand against the glass display to steady himself. He stared at Reita, who was busy paying at the counter and waiting for his purchase. Uruha blinked. What - what the hell -
“Told you, you’re too skinny.” Then Reita flexed his biceps, smiling smugly, grabbing Uruha’s hand and hauling him out of the shop. He shoved the box at him, then stuffed his palms inside his pockets. He was suddenly serious, suddenly found his shoelaces interesting as they continued walking. “You really should eat up, Uruha. Sometimes, I worry about you and your health because - ” Reita paused, looking at his companion.
And blinked.
“What the hell, Uru.” He muttered under his breath. Reita wiped a trace of chocolate fudge that made its way to the tip of Uruha’s nose. “Sometimes I can’t believe people believe you’re that demure when you can be such a slob!” Apparently, the other boy had already started on one brownie immediately after Reita had given the box to him, his eyes sparkling with a child-like satisfaction at the chocolate confectionery, his slender fingers smeared with rich chocolate. “I told you to eat it, not inhale it.”
Uruha wrinkled his nose at the gesture, suddenly feeling self-conscious. A delicate finger shot up to hopefully remove any traces of chocolate. He grinned at Reita, “Hey, I heard that before. When we were in third grade!”
“Fourth grade, idiot. That was White Day and you got this really big box of Belgian stuff from - who was that girl again, Shizuka? - and you looked like you were going to eat even the box.” They both laughed and Uruha almost choked. The other boy continued, amusement in his voice. “You were such a dork.”
“I wasn’t!” Uruha looked scandalized at that. “You’re the one who always trips over the stairs or on your shoelaces every PE time! And you cried like a baby when you accidentally fell off your own bike!”
“I just cried like a baby because you almost broke my nose when you crashed my bike into a tree, asshole!” Reita snorted, stomping his foot. “And I remember you peeing in your pants because you were afraid of Okaasan!”
Uruha thwacked him in the head, looking scandalized more than ever, his eyes darting around them to see if anyone was near enough to hear Reita. They finally found themselves in front of the movie house, and Uruha gritted his teeth, relieved at the amount of noise there that drowned Reita’s voice. “Shut up. If someone hears you, I’m going to be ruined for life!” But his eyes were laughing. There was a challenging look in them, as if telling Reita to come up with another smart-ass remark about their childhoods. God, they haven’t done this in such a long time it was almost unbelievable. Uruha felt giddy, for some odd reason.
Reita grinned, immediately understanding that challenge. “Remind me never to entertain thoughts of black-mailing you, Uruha.”
His best friend stuck out his tongue. “Go ahead and try. Then I’ll go email Nee and tell her you used to fantasize about her!”
“No you wouldn’t!” Reita said indignantly, his cheeks heating up instantly at the mention of his silly childhood crush on Uruha’s older sister Machiko. She used to tutor him in English, and he thought she was really cool. “And you have no proof!”
“I still have my notebook where you wrote her that cheesy love letter in crooked English!” Uruha laughed boisterously, and cleared his throat, as if to prepare for a speech. “That sucked. And you said, Dear Ms. Machiko. You are so pretty. You are so kind. You are so nice. I’m happy to meet you. You are my friend -“
“Uruha!” Reita immediately jumped on his best friend, wrapping an arm around Uruha’s neck in a feigned wrestling match. The other one was laughing so hard that he didn’t make any attempt to wrestle back, but he squeaked in utter horror when Reita’s fingers found a treacherous zone - the side of his waist - and began to tickle him. Uruha would’ve pulled away, but Reita’s arm around his neck kept him stuck and under the other’s merciless tickling. Briefly he wondered what they looked like to the other people there - two idiots in a wrestling match - but who cares?
“Stop, stop, stop!” Uruha begged, in between laughter and tears, as he tried to correct his breathing and speak at the same time. “Stop, Reita, I’m seriously gonna pee in my pants, you idiot!” He managed to wriggle his arm in the right direction and elbowed Reita none-too-gently on the stomach.
“Ow!” Reita complained in feigned hurt, letting him go. But he frowned when he saw Uruha, who looked like he was about to cry any moment. His eyes were a little watery and his cheeks were flushed.
A hand shot up to brush a strand of hair away from Uruha’s cheek, wet with sweat. “You okay? Hey, Uruha. Are you hurt? I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” Reita grinned sheepishly, admitting to himself that he did get carried away. It’s been, like 12 or so years since he remembered doing that to his best friend.
“Just - just give me a moment.” Uruha said, trying to breathe properly, sniffling. He never really liked being tickled, it always made him feel like he was going to die laughing, and that was never really a good feeling. And it usually worked up his bladder, which meant that he badly needed to go to the restroom right now.
“Restroom’s that way.” Reita suddenly said, as if he read his thoughts. That sheepish grin never left his face.
“Your fault.” Uruha accused, although his voice was laced with amusement. He felt for his back pocket and took the two ticket stubs, then gestured towards the queue, which was already moving. It was 7:15, after all. Uruha handed him a few bills too. “Go fall in line, I’ll be right back. Cheese popcorn, don’t forget.”
“I’ll have plain popcorn. Bucket.” And Reita grinned, because Uruha was paying.
“Whatever. Just don’t forget -“
“Extra cheese on you.” Then Reita’s eyes widened the moment the words left his mouth, as if the image that the words conjured struck him like lightning. Which really did, of course, but he chose not to dwell on that. “Yours, I meant! Extra cheese on your popcorn!”
“Why, you pervert.” Uruha’s hand shot up to hit Reita squarely on the forehead, to which the other boy frowned, rubbing the sore spot. Then he turned on his heels - he really needed to go - and called out to his friend. “Be back in a few min -“
“You’re REITA, aren’t you!”
It was a really shrill, girlish cry, and it froze Uruha on the spot. The question rang across the entire lobby and hushed it into silence. It seemed that the suddenness of it all shocked the hell out of Reita too, because he was not moving in his spot. Three teenage girls stood right behind him, their faces lit with something akin to mighty adoration, and Uruha figured that one of them must have let out that cry that could damage someone’s ear drum for life. As if in slow motion, Uruha saw Reita turn around -
- and the next thing he knew, half of the queue leading inside the movie house had disappeared, and gathered around his friend, who at that moment seemed stricken by panic. Reita was rubbing his brow - a gesture that clearly asked what the hell is fucking happening - and his smile was that of nervousness, embarrassment and surprise.
Uruha forgot about his bladder. Either that or his brain stopped working, as he stared at the rather large group - about 15 - 20 people, mostly girls of course - gathered around Reita, and he heard something like “Gazette” and “Visual Kei” and “Rock” and “Really good band, those boys” (and this one made his heart thump a little in happiness but he quickly quenched it) in hushed whispers among the movie-goers. At least among the few who remained outside, because people were already allowed entrance to the theater a few minutes ago.
Finally willing his legs to move, before any one of those people noticed that he was even there, he took a step back, and another, cursing the remaining distance between him and his refuge - the door. Don’t look at me, Reita, don’t look at me -
Their eyes met. Uruha froze; he wasn’t sure if he wanted to kill Reita for looking at his direction, primarily because there was something in his eyes that said, “Um, help?”
“Oh my God, it’s Uruha-SAMA!”
So much for even thinking about running away, Uruha cursed inwardly, but donned one of his prettiest smiles instead. He walked towards the group, careful not to look at Reita, who seemed relieved at the sudden distraction, anyway. Uruha put his hands up, and said with a grin, as he got enveloped in the crowd, finding himself beside Reita. “You found us!”
“Yes, we weren’t sure really, when I first caught a glimpse of Reita-sama’s hair,” A girl chimed in, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “But when I saw that GREEN SKULL! I knew it had to be him!” This earned a chorus of agreement among the rest of the group, as if to say - woe to anyone who didn’t recognize him on that! It’s the end of the world for you!
“Why, of course.” Uruha muttered, and then looked at his band mate, who was scratching his head cutely. He was careful to mask the sarcasm and annoyance in his voice, and fortunately, it seemed to work, especially when he ran his hand over Reita’s back in mock appreciation of that jacket. That gesture elicited giggles from some girls, but Uruha wasn’t the least amused. If he had qualms about not killing Reita a few minutes ago, they have disappeared altogether, and now he just wanted to thwack Reita in the head to say, “Fuck, this is what I was talking about!”
From the look of things, he was sure they were going to miss the movie, and ditch their popcorn plans, of course. And right now he was just too pissed to entertain any other thought but to lock himself up in his room - after making sure that Reita got his freaking damn point.
I told you not to wear that goddamn jacket!
Uruha bit down a groan of frustration, keeping the pretty smile plastered in his face. There was a really bad feeling building up in the pit of his stomach, and he felt like pulling his hair right at that moment. But he didn’t, because there were other stuff to do like sign their notebooks and other stuff these fans brought with them, chat for a little while - apparently because they have decided to forget about the movie, as well - and make sure that they go home to their own houses and pretty bedrooms happy and more in love with Gazette than ever. Not that he was complaining about it -
But oh yes, he was complaining.
He was complaining because this was supposed to be his and Reita’s night, as ridiculous as that may sound, and even though he himself didn’t know where that thought came from. But it was there, and he knew that that was exactly how he wished this night would turn out to be - some sort of reunion between friends. It had all been going so well, wasn’t it? He even thought the box of brownies was a good omen - at least Reita still remembers little things like that. But it seemed that he had spoken too soon.
As if to punish himself, he bit the inside of his cheek, tasting blood. He took one notebook from one of the girls and signed his name prettily on it. Reita was doing the same, his back to him, and for a while Uruha just stared at his jacket, and the skull grinned back at him, as if mocking him in his frustration. He stopped staring before he became too obvious, focusing on the neat scented sheet of paper in his hands instead.
Maybe, just maybe, he was just trying too much, trying too damn hard to get the old days back, when it seemed that he was the only one trying.