Of Iris and Rose
Author: flaming_lava
Rating: G
Chapter: Oneshot
Genre: Fluff, drabble, friendship, slight romance, slice-of-life
Warnings: Absolutely none! 8D
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Summary: Times with Uruha are always interesting, aren't they? Aoi wonders and smiles.
Comments: Just a short and sweet story about Aoi's affection for Uruha, giving a little insight to their daily lives. Hope you'll enjoy this!
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He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his black sleeveless hoodie as he continued down the path of the park, letting out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes to the breeze. It was August, a rather warm period of the year, a time where everyone went around wearing short sleeves and even shorter skirts or shorts as this was the only time they could in the entire year. Recently there has been much work to do, composing songs, getting their next single ready for its release, as well as juggling the hectic schedule of interviews and photoshoots. And to top it off, their next tour was coming up. If there was anything Aoi needed right now, it was a short break from everything, even a walk would be fine. Besides, some fresh air would do him much good.
The wind died down of sorts, becoming a gentle breeze, threading through his bright blond locks and kissing his skin; it felt therapeutic. His mind was relaxed, until...
“Oh my god! You can’t be serious!”
He turned to the group of girls sitting on the bench as he passed them, momentarily stopping to peer curiously at them.
“Yes yes, I couldn’t believe it either!” One of them said enthusiastically, the three ladies glancing excitedly at the lit screen of an iPhone 4.
He raised an eyebrow, a finger pushing his dark sunglasses higher. Craning his neck a little, he managed to look over the heads of the three girls to see what had amused them so on the screen.
Oh. That picture.
He sighed and walked away, strolling down the concrete lane in the park. It’s been quite a few years since that happened, yet still people are talking about it. Really, it was starting to get frightening. For a long time he hoped that it would die out, and be forgotten, and perhaps for a short while it might have done so slightly, but then, after Tokyo Dome, it seemed to have revived and made its way back to the minds of those fans.
Well maybe he shouldn't have done that. All those years back, perhaps he was just mad. Getting so caught up in the music and the heat, he may as well had lost his mind at that moment, and did something he never would have dared to in his sombre state. He remembered the day after that concert, where he got screamed at by their manager the moment he entered the studio.
“Shiroyama Yuu! What the hell do you think you were doing?” Sakai yelled, fuming,
For a while Aoi didn’t realise what was wrong. It was only when he saw a certain attractive honey-blonde look down, those chocolate eyes staring sheepishly at the black Hellion in his lap -- was that a blush? -- did realisation finally dawned upon him.
“I -- uh -- I --” He stuttered, jaws hanging open, his mind unable to come up with anything coherent.
“Have you seen what’s written on the web?” Aoi bit his lip as Sakai blared on; he blocked his ears out, wanting to hear no more.
Aoi chuckled at the memory. He could still vividly remember the guilt he felt, about how bad he felt for possibly destroying his and Uruha’s public image, but then, he suddenly realised he never once regretted it. Well, then again, after Sakai spent the day glaring him to death, that night, his mother called him.
“Yuu-kun! What happened?” His mother’s voice sounded from across the phone, her voice carrying a tinge of worry and upset. “Your sister told me that something extreme happened at your Live yesterday, but she didn’t tell me what.”
“Ah...” His mouth fell open, but no proper words came out. He was utterly surprised by this, how could people in Mie know what happened just over the span of a few hours? Technology was definitely improving, and it had both its good and bad parts. “Uh...” He struggled to find the right words, to bend the truth if possible.
“Oh come on, Mother,” Aoi heard his sister in the background. “He’s not going to tell you. You see, cute innocent Yuu there -- “
Shit. Aoi had cursed in his mind as he waited fearfully for his big mouthed sister to spill the truth to their mother.
“ -- kissed his fellow blonde, pretty, hot, gorgeous, sexy guitarist at his Live last night. And yes, it was a full blown, lip-to-lip kiss.”
He remembered the silence that hung between his mother and himself, then the frantic screaming and rants of his dear old mother, worried about him for just about everything. He remembered trying to explain, but being unable to come up with something that he could really defend himself with. It was hilarious to him now, looking back at it, but then again, it still meant something.
As he walked on through the park, he let his mind wander. Yes, Uruha was indeed pretty, hot, rather gorgeous and definitely sexy, no doubt about that. Even in Aoi’s eyes the blonde -- now brunette -- guitarist was incredibly attractive, and his personality was great too, not to mention his supreme skill at the guitar. There was no denying that the raven-haired guitarist liked the other, but now, to think about how much Aoi actually felt for Uruha... The field for answering was broad.
They were friends, most definitely. Good friends. Like how Aoi was with Ruki, Reita and Kai. They have all known each other for a while now, 9, almost 10 years. Although Uruha had known Reita the longest, still Aoi felt incredibly close to him, and sometimes he felt like a puppy, wanting attention from the one he respected and liked. For more than one occasion Aoi had found himself slightly jealous when Reita made Uruha laugh in that adorable way of his at one of the bassist’s lame joke. and sometimes he did feel as if he could have been in Reita’s place instead -- childhood friends with Uruha, to have grown up with Uruha and to work with him as a friend since forever ago. He had to admit, Uruha was one that he had really taken a strong interest in, really wanting to know more about that curious man. Perhaps it was his outgoing attitude which drew Aoi so much to him, and of course, his looks too.
There had been many random, ludicrous, absolutely fun times he shared with the other guitarist -- and he loved them all. Aoi always treasured the moments he had with the friend he saw as his best. Whether the feeling was mutual, he could not be sure, but as long as Uruha continued to see him as a friend, he was contend, although not entirely satisfied. Still, life was always exciting with the guitarist around regardless of their own personal emotions.
“Uruha... Where is it?” Ruki growled menacingly, taking slow steps towards the guitarist. They were in the dressing room of the concert hall, preparing for what would be yet another wild, and ultimately successful, concert. Unfortunately, Ruki had lost his precious can of Asahi dry, the object of his craving for the past few days.
“Woah woah, chill man! I swear I didn’t take it!”
Uruha was an alcoholic. Naturally, the blame would be put on him. The whole of the GazettE, as well as the staff and even the fans, knew that Uruha could never resist anything with alcohol as long as he was sombre. That was a proven fact, hence the somewhat hilarious, somewhat adorable argument between the guitarist and the vocalist.
“And I swear that you gulped it down, you dipshit.” Ruki glared at Uruha, a small pout forming on his plush lips. Ruki could never truly be angry at Uruha, heck, he couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed. Aoi knew that Ruki loved (platonically love, with no romantic connotations) Uruha too much to so much as find fault in him, yet the shorter brunette still insisted on arguing with Uruha over the most trivial things; perhaps he, too, found it amusing to see Uruha defend himself.
“I didn’t!”
At that moment, Reita walked into the dressing room, holding the whole cause of the argument -- an Asahi can.
“Dude, you left this in the other room. It’s pretty much empty, want me to throw it away for you?” Reita looked at Uruha.
At that moment, Uruha’s face paled as he read the words on the can: Asahi Super Dry. His shoulders sank as he suddenly recalled where he got that can from -- the table where Ruki’s expensive leather bag happened to be sitting comfortably on.
“Shit...” He muttered. Aoi let out a soft laugh as Uruha realised that that can of beer wasn’t his own, or Aoi’s, or Kai’s, or Sakai’s, but Ruki’s.
Ruki’s glare turned hard, seeming to shoot daggers at Uruha. Suddenly, the vocalist charged forward, curling his hands around the taller man’s neck (just a loose grasp, with barely any force for strangling or any of that sort) and began violently swaying the man back and forth with a force that was surprising for a man of his size.
“Takashima Kouyou, I demand you spit the damn drink out! Spit it, spit it, you piece of shit!! I want my Asahi back!!”
Aoi chuckled as that memory flashed past his mind. Ridiculous things always happened around Uruha, and more often that not, his comedies were accidental. It was always the same thing, Uruha would mess up something, someone else would get angry and try to kill the brunette, and then everyone would have a good laugh after that. Yet every time, there was something different to it, every mistake, every laugh. Having Uruha around made things so unpredictable, it was exhilarating. Living was like taking a ride on a roller-coaster: fast, exciting, with unforeseen twists and bends and drops, all of it enjoyed instead of feared.
At this point, Aoi had realised that amidst his thoughts and random wandering, he had ended up back at his front door without noticing it. He smiled. Even without Uruha being physically around, the most unpredictable of things would still happen, just by thinking of the brunette. It was incredibly interesting.
He took a step into his cozy apartment, and closed the door behind him. His eyes caught sight of the small photo which sat in a beautiful frame on the drawer by his main door. It was his favourite picture, one taken just less than a year ago. Tokyo Dome -- a huge achievement in his life, and also a new stepping stone for him together with the rest of the band. Lights shone bright that day, and all of them had put in their best effort, enjoyed every second of that Live, and loved every second of it. As he looked at the picture for the millionth time, he saw five smiling faces, tears streaming down each of their faces, all of them holding hands, as Ruki made his last few words to the audience for the night. It was the moment right before the whole of Tokyo Dome jumped at once, and it was a significant moment.
His smile widened as he laid his eyes on the beautiful blonde guitarist. The latter was overwhelmed, tears were spilling out of his eyes. Yet he still held a strong front, his stance unwavering; despite all the emotions within him, he maintained an elegant posture and aura, and that was definitely something Aoi admired the man for. Perhaps admiration wasn’t it: his affection towards the guitarist was more of... Attraction.
Perhaps, Aoi saw that man as a little more than an other ordinary friend.
Just then, his phone beeped. It was a text message.
“Sender: Uruha
Hey man, it’s been a while since we had a drink together. Are you free tonight? I asked Ruki too.”
Aoi couldn’t help but feel his lips curl up in delight at the invitation. Well sure, he did agree to meet Hitsugi for a drink that night but... Hitsu could wait, right? Besides, they just went out for a drink together just last week.
Immediately Aoi’s fingers were flying across the small touchscreen, speedily sending a reply to his favourite person.
“Sure, I’m up for it. Just one thing, does Ruki really have to come along?”
He pressed the send button, grinning as he awaited for the other’s response to his tease. He did not have to wait long, and the reply most definitely did not disappoint him.
“Hmm, true, true. I’ll tell the little bastard to go have his fun with Reita instead. Looks like you’re planning for some fun tonight, hm? (￣￣￣∇￣￣￣?) “
Aoi laughed. Uruha’s sense of humour was slightly twisted when he was sombre, and much more so when he was drunk. Still it was great to have him around, and Aoi had always enjoyed spotting the connotations in Uruha’s skilfully crafted words. Whether they truly meant anything or were just there to tease, Aoi never really knew, but he did know that it was always up to either him or Kai (for Ruki and Reita both, too, enjoyed such jokes a little bit too much and are rather unaware that such mentions in public may arouse some discomfort among the people nearby) to stop Uruha’s train of thoughts from wandering too far into his fantasies.
“Oh shut up. Are you up for a game of pool?”
“You really love ruining my fun teasing you, Aoi-chan. But yes, of course. You’re paying for my game though.”
Aoi shook his head. Uruha seemed to know the perfect way to get just what he wants, a little like a young child using his adorable charms to convince his parents to buy him the toy he really wanted. But like the parents of that child, Aoi was unable to resist those charms of Uruha, and really, was there a way to say no to that man?
“Alright then. 7pm, at the one near your place?”
“7pm it is. After that when you’re drunk enough you can come to my place and we can play~”
“Oh shut up.”
“See you too!”
And so their conversation ended, with Aoi locking his phone up and heading into his room to get down to nailing that song for their next band meeting with the consultants. As he walked, he thought.
Perhaps, he saw Uruha as more than just a mere friend. Perhaps, Uruha saw him as one such too.
Their future together -- perhaps.
Rating: G
Chapter: Oneshot
Genre: Fluff, drabble, friendship, slight romance, slice-of-life
Warnings: Absolutely none! 8D
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Summary: Times with Uruha are always interesting, aren't they? Aoi wonders and smiles.
Comments: Just a short and sweet story about Aoi's affection for Uruha, giving a little insight to their daily lives. Hope you'll enjoy this!
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He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his black sleeveless hoodie as he continued down the path of the park, letting out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes to the breeze. It was August, a rather warm period of the year, a time where everyone went around wearing short sleeves and even shorter skirts or shorts as this was the only time they could in the entire year. Recently there has been much work to do, composing songs, getting their next single ready for its release, as well as juggling the hectic schedule of interviews and photoshoots. And to top it off, their next tour was coming up. If there was anything Aoi needed right now, it was a short break from everything, even a walk would be fine. Besides, some fresh air would do him much good.
The wind died down of sorts, becoming a gentle breeze, threading through his bright blond locks and kissing his skin; it felt therapeutic. His mind was relaxed, until...
“Oh my god! You can’t be serious!”
He turned to the group of girls sitting on the bench as he passed them, momentarily stopping to peer curiously at them.
“Yes yes, I couldn’t believe it either!” One of them said enthusiastically, the three ladies glancing excitedly at the lit screen of an iPhone 4.
He raised an eyebrow, a finger pushing his dark sunglasses higher. Craning his neck a little, he managed to look over the heads of the three girls to see what had amused them so on the screen.
Oh. That picture.
He sighed and walked away, strolling down the concrete lane in the park. It’s been quite a few years since that happened, yet still people are talking about it. Really, it was starting to get frightening. For a long time he hoped that it would die out, and be forgotten, and perhaps for a short while it might have done so slightly, but then, after Tokyo Dome, it seemed to have revived and made its way back to the minds of those fans.
Well maybe he shouldn't have done that. All those years back, perhaps he was just mad. Getting so caught up in the music and the heat, he may as well had lost his mind at that moment, and did something he never would have dared to in his sombre state. He remembered the day after that concert, where he got screamed at by their manager the moment he entered the studio.
“Shiroyama Yuu! What the hell do you think you were doing?” Sakai yelled, fuming,
For a while Aoi didn’t realise what was wrong. It was only when he saw a certain attractive honey-blonde look down, those chocolate eyes staring sheepishly at the black Hellion in his lap -- was that a blush? -- did realisation finally dawned upon him.
“I -- uh -- I --” He stuttered, jaws hanging open, his mind unable to come up with anything coherent.
“Have you seen what’s written on the web?” Aoi bit his lip as Sakai blared on; he blocked his ears out, wanting to hear no more.
Aoi chuckled at the memory. He could still vividly remember the guilt he felt, about how bad he felt for possibly destroying his and Uruha’s public image, but then, he suddenly realised he never once regretted it. Well, then again, after Sakai spent the day glaring him to death, that night, his mother called him.
“Yuu-kun! What happened?” His mother’s voice sounded from across the phone, her voice carrying a tinge of worry and upset. “Your sister told me that something extreme happened at your Live yesterday, but she didn’t tell me what.”
“Ah...” His mouth fell open, but no proper words came out. He was utterly surprised by this, how could people in Mie know what happened just over the span of a few hours? Technology was definitely improving, and it had both its good and bad parts. “Uh...” He struggled to find the right words, to bend the truth if possible.
“Oh come on, Mother,” Aoi heard his sister in the background. “He’s not going to tell you. You see, cute innocent Yuu there -- “
Shit. Aoi had cursed in his mind as he waited fearfully for his big mouthed sister to spill the truth to their mother.
“ -- kissed his fellow blonde, pretty, hot, gorgeous, sexy guitarist at his Live last night. And yes, it was a full blown, lip-to-lip kiss.”
He remembered the silence that hung between his mother and himself, then the frantic screaming and rants of his dear old mother, worried about him for just about everything. He remembered trying to explain, but being unable to come up with something that he could really defend himself with. It was hilarious to him now, looking back at it, but then again, it still meant something.
As he walked on through the park, he let his mind wander. Yes, Uruha was indeed pretty, hot, rather gorgeous and definitely sexy, no doubt about that. Even in Aoi’s eyes the blonde -- now brunette -- guitarist was incredibly attractive, and his personality was great too, not to mention his supreme skill at the guitar. There was no denying that the raven-haired guitarist liked the other, but now, to think about how much Aoi actually felt for Uruha... The field for answering was broad.
They were friends, most definitely. Good friends. Like how Aoi was with Ruki, Reita and Kai. They have all known each other for a while now, 9, almost 10 years. Although Uruha had known Reita the longest, still Aoi felt incredibly close to him, and sometimes he felt like a puppy, wanting attention from the one he respected and liked. For more than one occasion Aoi had found himself slightly jealous when Reita made Uruha laugh in that adorable way of his at one of the bassist’s lame joke. and sometimes he did feel as if he could have been in Reita’s place instead -- childhood friends with Uruha, to have grown up with Uruha and to work with him as a friend since forever ago. He had to admit, Uruha was one that he had really taken a strong interest in, really wanting to know more about that curious man. Perhaps it was his outgoing attitude which drew Aoi so much to him, and of course, his looks too.
There had been many random, ludicrous, absolutely fun times he shared with the other guitarist -- and he loved them all. Aoi always treasured the moments he had with the friend he saw as his best. Whether the feeling was mutual, he could not be sure, but as long as Uruha continued to see him as a friend, he was contend, although not entirely satisfied. Still, life was always exciting with the guitarist around regardless of their own personal emotions.
“Uruha... Where is it?” Ruki growled menacingly, taking slow steps towards the guitarist. They were in the dressing room of the concert hall, preparing for what would be yet another wild, and ultimately successful, concert. Unfortunately, Ruki had lost his precious can of Asahi dry, the object of his craving for the past few days.
“Woah woah, chill man! I swear I didn’t take it!”
Uruha was an alcoholic. Naturally, the blame would be put on him. The whole of the GazettE, as well as the staff and even the fans, knew that Uruha could never resist anything with alcohol as long as he was sombre. That was a proven fact, hence the somewhat hilarious, somewhat adorable argument between the guitarist and the vocalist.
“And I swear that you gulped it down, you dipshit.” Ruki glared at Uruha, a small pout forming on his plush lips. Ruki could never truly be angry at Uruha, heck, he couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed. Aoi knew that Ruki loved (platonically love, with no romantic connotations) Uruha too much to so much as find fault in him, yet the shorter brunette still insisted on arguing with Uruha over the most trivial things; perhaps he, too, found it amusing to see Uruha defend himself.
“I didn’t!”
At that moment, Reita walked into the dressing room, holding the whole cause of the argument -- an Asahi can.
“Dude, you left this in the other room. It’s pretty much empty, want me to throw it away for you?” Reita looked at Uruha.
At that moment, Uruha’s face paled as he read the words on the can: Asahi Super Dry. His shoulders sank as he suddenly recalled where he got that can from -- the table where Ruki’s expensive leather bag happened to be sitting comfortably on.
“Shit...” He muttered. Aoi let out a soft laugh as Uruha realised that that can of beer wasn’t his own, or Aoi’s, or Kai’s, or Sakai’s, but Ruki’s.
Ruki’s glare turned hard, seeming to shoot daggers at Uruha. Suddenly, the vocalist charged forward, curling his hands around the taller man’s neck (just a loose grasp, with barely any force for strangling or any of that sort) and began violently swaying the man back and forth with a force that was surprising for a man of his size.
“Takashima Kouyou, I demand you spit the damn drink out! Spit it, spit it, you piece of shit!! I want my Asahi back!!”
Aoi chuckled as that memory flashed past his mind. Ridiculous things always happened around Uruha, and more often that not, his comedies were accidental. It was always the same thing, Uruha would mess up something, someone else would get angry and try to kill the brunette, and then everyone would have a good laugh after that. Yet every time, there was something different to it, every mistake, every laugh. Having Uruha around made things so unpredictable, it was exhilarating. Living was like taking a ride on a roller-coaster: fast, exciting, with unforeseen twists and bends and drops, all of it enjoyed instead of feared.
At this point, Aoi had realised that amidst his thoughts and random wandering, he had ended up back at his front door without noticing it. He smiled. Even without Uruha being physically around, the most unpredictable of things would still happen, just by thinking of the brunette. It was incredibly interesting.
He took a step into his cozy apartment, and closed the door behind him. His eyes caught sight of the small photo which sat in a beautiful frame on the drawer by his main door. It was his favourite picture, one taken just less than a year ago. Tokyo Dome -- a huge achievement in his life, and also a new stepping stone for him together with the rest of the band. Lights shone bright that day, and all of them had put in their best effort, enjoyed every second of that Live, and loved every second of it. As he looked at the picture for the millionth time, he saw five smiling faces, tears streaming down each of their faces, all of them holding hands, as Ruki made his last few words to the audience for the night. It was the moment right before the whole of Tokyo Dome jumped at once, and it was a significant moment.
His smile widened as he laid his eyes on the beautiful blonde guitarist. The latter was overwhelmed, tears were spilling out of his eyes. Yet he still held a strong front, his stance unwavering; despite all the emotions within him, he maintained an elegant posture and aura, and that was definitely something Aoi admired the man for. Perhaps admiration wasn’t it: his affection towards the guitarist was more of... Attraction.
Perhaps, Aoi saw that man as a little more than an other ordinary friend.
Just then, his phone beeped. It was a text message.
“Sender: Uruha
Hey man, it’s been a while since we had a drink together. Are you free tonight? I asked Ruki too.”
Aoi couldn’t help but feel his lips curl up in delight at the invitation. Well sure, he did agree to meet Hitsugi for a drink that night but... Hitsu could wait, right? Besides, they just went out for a drink together just last week.
Immediately Aoi’s fingers were flying across the small touchscreen, speedily sending a reply to his favourite person.
“Sure, I’m up for it. Just one thing, does Ruki really have to come along?”
He pressed the send button, grinning as he awaited for the other’s response to his tease. He did not have to wait long, and the reply most definitely did not disappoint him.
“Hmm, true, true. I’ll tell the little bastard to go have his fun with Reita instead. Looks like you’re planning for some fun tonight, hm? (￣￣￣∇￣￣￣?) “
Aoi laughed. Uruha’s sense of humour was slightly twisted when he was sombre, and much more so when he was drunk. Still it was great to have him around, and Aoi had always enjoyed spotting the connotations in Uruha’s skilfully crafted words. Whether they truly meant anything or were just there to tease, Aoi never really knew, but he did know that it was always up to either him or Kai (for Ruki and Reita both, too, enjoyed such jokes a little bit too much and are rather unaware that such mentions in public may arouse some discomfort among the people nearby) to stop Uruha’s train of thoughts from wandering too far into his fantasies.
“Oh shut up. Are you up for a game of pool?”
“You really love ruining my fun teasing you, Aoi-chan. But yes, of course. You’re paying for my game though.”
Aoi shook his head. Uruha seemed to know the perfect way to get just what he wants, a little like a young child using his adorable charms to convince his parents to buy him the toy he really wanted. But like the parents of that child, Aoi was unable to resist those charms of Uruha, and really, was there a way to say no to that man?
“Alright then. 7pm, at the one near your place?”
“7pm it is. After that when you’re drunk enough you can come to my place and we can play~”
“Oh shut up.”
“See you too!”
And so their conversation ended, with Aoi locking his phone up and heading into his room to get down to nailing that song for their next band meeting with the consultants. As he walked, he thought.
Perhaps, he saw Uruha as more than just a mere friend. Perhaps, Uruha saw him as one such too.
Their future together -- perhaps.