Thursdays with Destiny--Aoi/Uruha--Prologue and Chapter One
Title: Thursdays with Destiny[Prologue and Chapter one/?]
Author: Grey
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence
Summary: Aoi was more then willing to pay the price of his actions, but why should Uruha have to suffer also? After a terrible accident Aoi soon faces a struggle for his life and his lover. Aoi centric.
Disclaimer: I don't own blah blah blah you know the drill.
Author's Note: Okay, so no this is not my first fanfiction; but it is the first one I have written in several years. So everybody please be kind.
Prologue
Aoi lazily pulled his fingers through his sleeping lover's hair...well used to be lover. Everything had changed since that day. Aoi had had a false hope in his absence; he hoped that when he returned everything would have gone back to normal. That it would be as if he had never left to begin with, and as if life had magically gone back to normal. But that had been a foolish hope and he knew it.
When he went to retrieve Uruha from the place the court had placed him in for care and treatment he found him in even worse condition then when they placed him there. He was so sickly thin and pale, he looked like death warmed over.
That had been a week ago, and Uruha was showing no signs of improvement. Aoi felt as though he should have every right to call the institution out for neglecting their patient. But he was a criminal now, nobody would take him seriously.
Aoi sighed and looked past Uruha's breathing apparatus (...just incase...) to the clock on the bedside table. 11:56...four minuets until it was Friday. Tomorrow, would be the one year anniversary of....that day. The Thursday of last year that changed everything. Aoi's face crumpled and tears started to leak out of the corners of his eyes. He heard Uruha let out a whimper of pain and he realized he had been pulling his hair in an iron like grip. He let go of his lovers once lustrous locks of hair and pulled him farther up into his arms.
“I'm so sorry Uruha, so fucking sorry” he sobbed into the now silent Uruha's hair.
Chapter One
Aoi gripped the steering wheel in both his knuckles white and sweat pouring down his face as if it were raining in the car.
What had he done?
How had he missed that little shape that had ran out in front of his car?
Shakily he reached out to grasp the door handle; but soon realized that was unnecessary as the door was immediately ripped from his grasp. Puzzled he looked up into the red face of a very huge and very angry man. The man reached into the car and grasped Aoi by the neck and yanked him out and slammed him onto the hood of his car.
Out of instinct Aoi reached up and grasped the man around his wrists and tried to pry them away from his neck. No avail, the man just picked him up again and slammed him back onto the hood as if he were a rag doll. Aoi started gasping and chocking now thoroughly frightened. He struggled and tried to pull the man's hands away from his neck but the man was no longer paying attention to him, instead he had turned his head away looking for the source of the sirens that had drawn close.
Aoi took his chance and punched the guy in the jaw and that made him let go of his collar. Aoi stood up and looked over the hood of his car as the police and an ambulance was pulling up. His eyes widened at the sight of the little bloodied body laying a few feet away from the front end of his cars.
Feeling vomit raising up in the back of his throat he ran to the side of the road to go and empty the contents of his stomach up.
He sat there on the pavement for a minute, the acidic smell of his vomit assaulting his nostrils and and the concrete digging into his palms. He started to get up when he felt more hands on his neck pulling him up and onto the hood of a cop car.
“You have the right to remain silent...” He heard an officer tell him and he felt cold handcuffs being slipped around his wrists and himself being shoved into the back of the car.
~*~
Aoi sat in the cell they had placed him in rubbing his sore wrists. They had taken them off him when they realized he wasn't going to get violent. But other then placing him in here, taking off his handcuffs and giving him his phone call they hadn't told him anything. Like what was the fate of the little girl? Or how much trouble was he in.
Aoi looked distastefully over to his cell mate, a drunk old man passed out in his own vomit, and sighed. He jerked when he heard the door open and looked up and saw Uruha standing outside his cell with a sad expression on his face.
“Shiroyama,” he heard the guard holding the door open say “you're free to go. We'll send you letter telling you when you need to be in court.” Then the guard walked over and opened the cell door. Aoi quickly grabbed his jacket and followed Uruha out.
The ride home was silent. Uruha was staring hard at the road and would not even make eye contact with him.
“I didn't mean to hit her...” Aoi said lamely, trying to get Uruha to even acknowledge him.
“I know.” Uruha said shortly.
“Do you...do you know if she is alright?” Aoi asked hesitantly, almost afraid of what the answer might be.
“She is in critical condition, they don't expect her to make through the night.” Uruha replied still looking determinedly at the road.
Aoi drew in a harsh breath and felt tears welling up in his eyes. “I didn't” he sniffed harshly “I had no idea...” the tears started make their way down his face.
Uruha pulled into the parking lot of their apartment building and turned and looked at Aoi for the first time that night. “I know, Aoi. Shit you are in a lot of trouble now.” Uruha's voice cracked at the end; Aoi looked up and saw fresh tears running down Uruha's face. “Aoi, baby. What if she does die? What if they put you in jail? What if they sentence you to life in prison? What the hell am I going to do if you aren't going to be here with me?” Uruha sucked in a breath put his hands over his face and let out a harsh sob.
Aoi didn't have any answers for him so he just reached over and tried to pull Uruha-his lover, his life-into his arms. But Uruha just jerked away sharply.
“Lets just go to sleep Aoi. We'll talk about this in the morning.” Uruha said opening the door and stepping out.
Aoi just watched him go and looked at the clock; it was 7:30 p.m.
Author's Note: I'm not really happy with this. There is pretty much no character development other then Aoi's and he is just a card board cut out of sorts. But sadly this is the only way this story can be written. Anybody want to be my beta reader? I need one bad.
Blessed be,
Grey