And none for Kai.
Uruha's never usually wrong. Ruki proves that he is.
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Frustration was most definitely the name of Uruha’s performance, as if he only wanted the life to get over with. He’d been doing this long enough to mask his indifference with his excitement - a little awkward smile and laugh thrown here and there usually did the trick. Tonight though, he was just frustrated, in more ways than one.
There were only a few instances that Uruha had lost, or at least few that he remembered. For example, that one soccer much in junior high in which he hadn’t prepared well for. There was also that time where he failed to salvage what was remaining of his amateur band back in high school. Another was when his sister proved him wrong on the current price of fish in the market. He was smart in that he always picked his battles and prepared for the as best he could. Moreover, he knew his limits and knew when to quit or back down. One way or another, Uruha always had control.
Speaking of control, if there was one thing he had complete lordship over, it was his self-control. Despite the brusque image that he usually donned, he was far from being reckless, as the stereotype would dictate. Whatever pent up emotion he had, he never really showed in its entirety. He poured the brunt force of it on some other productive activity such as composing songs or jogging. While his physical actions were always calculated, almost serene, his words didn’t have a filter. It’s only when he opens his mouth that one would actually know his feelings on a matter. Not even facial expressions give it away because it was something that he could easily fake.
Now, when he said he wasn’t interested in seeing anyone, he meant it. Things just weren’t the same anymore, and while he definitely had time for himself to relax, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Anyway, he ends up creating songs in his mind during whatever free time he has. He simply feels the need to surpass everything he’s done so far, as an artist as well as a person. Having a job to do was one thing, but a self-imposed challenge always takes a person’s concentration entirely. It was a good thing that his job and his goals take the very same path.
That meant he couldn’t spend his energy other than on basic adult responsibilities, such as bills and taxes, and his job. His family knew how determined he could be when he wants something, so he’s grateful that they never bug him or if the need something, they’re the ones who approach him instead of the other way around. They also know that Uruha loathes being pressured, so asking about a girlfriend or a prospective wife was out of the question. After all, it’s so obvious that he’s not really getting laid, not even by those on the opposite side of the fence.
Unreleased sexual energy is a very good source of inspiration for Uruha. With the kind of band they are and the music they do, the ideas that come from it definitely fit the bill. This was the reason why he produces so many aggressive songs, because raw sexual energy is a driving force to it. If he releases it otherwise, that’s fine too, but creating something out of it gives him pleasure that is as good, if not transcending the physical.
He’s just thankful that Ruki is able to catch what he’s trying to get across and always has the best words to lace his music with, even if Uruha couldn’t understand the lyrics very much. Aside from songs, Ruki is always able to understand whatever Uruha is trying to convey, even if Ruki is a type B. And vice-versa, really; they understand and know each other well without even talking frequently. Perhaps a bit too well, or so Ruki thinks, and this is where Uruha begs to differ.
Ruki has no qualms about Uruha working hard since he’s a workaholic himself. In fact, he would’ve written the whole of their new album all by himself if Aoi had not protested that it didn’t really sit right with him and that they were a five-man band, dammit. (His songs were rejected because they weren’t fabulous enough, though.) For Ruki, it wasn’t about the credit at all but rather the fact that he had so many ideas that waited to be used, all in accordance with the album’s theme. It just so happens that he and Aoi weren’t quite in the same wavelength at the moment, since the Aoi was brooding on his lack of an ‘eternal beloved.’ Ruki didn’t want any more longing and nostalgia infecting their sexy show time album, god-fucking-dammit.
He thought that what Uruha had to offer were all good, but most of them were lacking something. It had so much potential, definitely. It’s violent enough for his taste, sure, but some kind of spice or color was missing. As he knew Uruha well, he surmised that it was because it was his lack of bedroom activities - that stemming from the notion that Uruha’s songs were like awesome foreplay in porn videos, but with the cumming totally blanked out.
Uruha had to laugh at this ridiculous idea and much more ridiculous analogy and quickly dismissed it as Ruki wanting to get into his pants. (“I am,” he remembered Ruki answer him without so much as batting an eyelash.) With their history, Uruha wasn’t so averse to the act, but the idea behind it really was just absurd.
He’s not kidding when he said that he and Ruki understood each other completely. They both grew up in the same area and time, found the same things interesting, all that jazz. Of course, Reita would always be his best friend for life, but even to his best friend, there just were some things he couldn’t discuss openly. Like his tendency to swing the other way. Or that one time during the first year of changing record labels, he had sex with Ruki on the tour bus while everybody was out. Or that when Reita’s car broke down in high school, the gear didn’t magically get broken. That’s why Ruki’s presence was almost a necessity, plus Reita was too nice for his own good to call Uruha out on his bullshit. Still, people can bet their ass that he and Reita are the most epic of bros in the history of forever. Ruki could never be in the level of bromance Uruha and Reita are.
As much as he adored the midget though, Uruha had to point out his massive error. Focusing solely on work was a definite key to a good song, and he didn’t care if Ruki thought that his songs were a bit short of unf. Uruha knows his music is amazing. What’s more, nothing could stir a stiffy from him anymore even if they danced naked in front of him, covered in oil. (True story, that.)
“Nowadays it seems hell would freeze over first before I get aroused,” Uruha remembered saying with a confident smirk. He also remembered Ruki sporting a haughtier smirk in reply and his own face wrinkling to a frown. Ruki simply told him that he just hasn’t seen some new things yet.
It wasn’t due to morals that he constantly refused Ruki’s advances because god knows he hasn’t got an inch of moral fiber left on him anymore. (Sex-wise, at least, since he’s nothing near to the reincarnation of Satan.) He just knew that Ruki was wrong and he’d rather spend his time thinking up of new material rather than sex. The tension between them serves as a good inspiration, too.
Uruha clutched on his guitar as if it was his dear life and grit on his teeth. Surprising was an understatement for Ruki though Uruha didn’t quite know which word to substitute that little show with. During rehearsal nothing out of the ordinary happened so he just figured that the homoerotic display of cutting his throat was still on. So when Ruki refused to let Uruha lay the back of his head on his shoulder, Uruha was very confused. The hard on that poked on his flowy pants wasn’t just the adrenaline anymore when he got a fucking almost-lap dance instead. Never had he thanked the heavens for so much fabric over his legs.
His agony didn’t end there, or else Ruki’s name wouldn’t be ‘devious little fucker’ behind his back. Uruha didn’t know where the cane came from but certainly it was the cause of his death, and not because he was being hit by it. Humiliation, arousal, and even a bit of anger washed over Uruha as he made his way beside Ruki, since that was the choreography. He didn’t know that silly hip wiggle was going to be practically a pole dance over a pimp cane. He’d give an A+ if they had been in a stripping class, and somehow the idea of Ruki attending a stripping class wasn’t so far-fetched with the way that he’s working that cane.
It was too hopeful to think that this blatant display of sexual prowess just to get him all worked up was going to end any time soon. Uruha desperately wanted to finger something else other than his guitar but just to prove his point, he wouldn’t, and he wouldn’t care even if nobody’s there to witness it. If he doesn’t sleep tonight, he’ll definitely finish a song that will teach Ruki what sexual prowess is all about.
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Frustration was most definitely the name of Uruha’s performance, as if he only wanted the life to get over with. He’d been doing this long enough to mask his indifference with his excitement - a little awkward smile and laugh thrown here and there usually did the trick. Tonight though, he was just frustrated, in more ways than one.
There were only a few instances that Uruha had lost, or at least few that he remembered. For example, that one soccer much in junior high in which he hadn’t prepared well for. There was also that time where he failed to salvage what was remaining of his amateur band back in high school. Another was when his sister proved him wrong on the current price of fish in the market. He was smart in that he always picked his battles and prepared for the as best he could. Moreover, he knew his limits and knew when to quit or back down. One way or another, Uruha always had control.
Speaking of control, if there was one thing he had complete lordship over, it was his self-control. Despite the brusque image that he usually donned, he was far from being reckless, as the stereotype would dictate. Whatever pent up emotion he had, he never really showed in its entirety. He poured the brunt force of it on some other productive activity such as composing songs or jogging. While his physical actions were always calculated, almost serene, his words didn’t have a filter. It’s only when he opens his mouth that one would actually know his feelings on a matter. Not even facial expressions give it away because it was something that he could easily fake.
Now, when he said he wasn’t interested in seeing anyone, he meant it. Things just weren’t the same anymore, and while he definitely had time for himself to relax, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Anyway, he ends up creating songs in his mind during whatever free time he has. He simply feels the need to surpass everything he’s done so far, as an artist as well as a person. Having a job to do was one thing, but a self-imposed challenge always takes a person’s concentration entirely. It was a good thing that his job and his goals take the very same path.
That meant he couldn’t spend his energy other than on basic adult responsibilities, such as bills and taxes, and his job. His family knew how determined he could be when he wants something, so he’s grateful that they never bug him or if the need something, they’re the ones who approach him instead of the other way around. They also know that Uruha loathes being pressured, so asking about a girlfriend or a prospective wife was out of the question. After all, it’s so obvious that he’s not really getting laid, not even by those on the opposite side of the fence.
Unreleased sexual energy is a very good source of inspiration for Uruha. With the kind of band they are and the music they do, the ideas that come from it definitely fit the bill. This was the reason why he produces so many aggressive songs, because raw sexual energy is a driving force to it. If he releases it otherwise, that’s fine too, but creating something out of it gives him pleasure that is as good, if not transcending the physical.
He’s just thankful that Ruki is able to catch what he’s trying to get across and always has the best words to lace his music with, even if Uruha couldn’t understand the lyrics very much. Aside from songs, Ruki is always able to understand whatever Uruha is trying to convey, even if Ruki is a type B. And vice-versa, really; they understand and know each other well without even talking frequently. Perhaps a bit too well, or so Ruki thinks, and this is where Uruha begs to differ.
Ruki has no qualms about Uruha working hard since he’s a workaholic himself. In fact, he would’ve written the whole of their new album all by himself if Aoi had not protested that it didn’t really sit right with him and that they were a five-man band, dammit. (His songs were rejected because they weren’t fabulous enough, though.) For Ruki, it wasn’t about the credit at all but rather the fact that he had so many ideas that waited to be used, all in accordance with the album’s theme. It just so happens that he and Aoi weren’t quite in the same wavelength at the moment, since the Aoi was brooding on his lack of an ‘eternal beloved.’ Ruki didn’t want any more longing and nostalgia infecting their sexy show time album, god-fucking-dammit.
He thought that what Uruha had to offer were all good, but most of them were lacking something. It had so much potential, definitely. It’s violent enough for his taste, sure, but some kind of spice or color was missing. As he knew Uruha well, he surmised that it was because it was his lack of bedroom activities - that stemming from the notion that Uruha’s songs were like awesome foreplay in porn videos, but with the cumming totally blanked out.
Uruha had to laugh at this ridiculous idea and much more ridiculous analogy and quickly dismissed it as Ruki wanting to get into his pants. (“I am,” he remembered Ruki answer him without so much as batting an eyelash.) With their history, Uruha wasn’t so averse to the act, but the idea behind it really was just absurd.
He’s not kidding when he said that he and Ruki understood each other completely. They both grew up in the same area and time, found the same things interesting, all that jazz. Of course, Reita would always be his best friend for life, but even to his best friend, there just were some things he couldn’t discuss openly. Like his tendency to swing the other way. Or that one time during the first year of changing record labels, he had sex with Ruki on the tour bus while everybody was out. Or that when Reita’s car broke down in high school, the gear didn’t magically get broken. That’s why Ruki’s presence was almost a necessity, plus Reita was too nice for his own good to call Uruha out on his bullshit. Still, people can bet their ass that he and Reita are the most epic of bros in the history of forever. Ruki could never be in the level of bromance Uruha and Reita are.
As much as he adored the midget though, Uruha had to point out his massive error. Focusing solely on work was a definite key to a good song, and he didn’t care if Ruki thought that his songs were a bit short of unf. Uruha knows his music is amazing. What’s more, nothing could stir a stiffy from him anymore even if they danced naked in front of him, covered in oil. (True story, that.)
“Nowadays it seems hell would freeze over first before I get aroused,” Uruha remembered saying with a confident smirk. He also remembered Ruki sporting a haughtier smirk in reply and his own face wrinkling to a frown. Ruki simply told him that he just hasn’t seen some new things yet.
It wasn’t due to morals that he constantly refused Ruki’s advances because god knows he hasn’t got an inch of moral fiber left on him anymore. (Sex-wise, at least, since he’s nothing near to the reincarnation of Satan.) He just knew that Ruki was wrong and he’d rather spend his time thinking up of new material rather than sex. The tension between them serves as a good inspiration, too.
Uruha clutched on his guitar as if it was his dear life and grit on his teeth. Surprising was an understatement for Ruki though Uruha didn’t quite know which word to substitute that little show with. During rehearsal nothing out of the ordinary happened so he just figured that the homoerotic display of cutting his throat was still on. So when Ruki refused to let Uruha lay the back of his head on his shoulder, Uruha was very confused. The hard on that poked on his flowy pants wasn’t just the adrenaline anymore when he got a fucking almost-lap dance instead. Never had he thanked the heavens for so much fabric over his legs.
His agony didn’t end there, or else Ruki’s name wouldn’t be ‘devious little fucker’ behind his back. Uruha didn’t know where the cane came from but certainly it was the cause of his death, and not because he was being hit by it. Humiliation, arousal, and even a bit of anger washed over Uruha as he made his way beside Ruki, since that was the choreography. He didn’t know that silly hip wiggle was going to be practically a pole dance over a pimp cane. He’d give an A+ if they had been in a stripping class, and somehow the idea of Ruki attending a stripping class wasn’t so far-fetched with the way that he’s working that cane.
It was too hopeful to think that this blatant display of sexual prowess just to get him all worked up was going to end any time soon. Uruha desperately wanted to finger something else other than his guitar but just to prove his point, he wouldn’t, and he wouldn’t care even if nobody’s there to witness it. If he doesn’t sleep tonight, he’ll definitely finish a song that will teach Ruki what sexual prowess is all about.