Dreams
Dreams
Fandom/Pairing: the GazettE- Bandfic
Rating: PG
Genre: General, AU
Summary: Nothing extravagant, just dim lights, good music, and a small crowd screaming their names, that was really all they dream about.
“Hurry up damnit!”
“Hurry!”
The voices are loud and irritated, coming from a ways in front of you. They hold impatience and annoyance, but are tinged with a sort of mirth that brings a small grin to your face -hidden, of course, by your black woolen scarf.
“I’m coming.” You drawl out, lazily, not really make an effort to pick up your pace as you don’t want to trip on the roots littering the ground where you walk.
Laughter bubbles out from beside you and you turn to the boy walking along side you, his smile wide, small dimple hollowed in his left cheek.
“What’s so funny, Kai?” You ask, not really in interest, you just know he wants you to ask.
“They’re really in a hurry today aren’t they?” He states cheerily, jumping from root to root as he walked.
You don’t answer back, burring you nose in the soft fabric in front it, adjusting the weight of the bass guitar on your back.
“Let’s hurry before they turn around and drag us there.” You say bluntly, grabbing Kai's elbow - successfully startling him and making him trip over a root - and pulling him along to suit your pace. He brushes it off and laughs, stumbling behind you.
By the time you reach your destination, the stars are plenty in the night sky, you can see their bright silhouettes behind the shroud of dusty clouds. Their sharp light shines above you like tiny spotlights, the surrounding trees framing the sky soundly.
It’s a perfect night; the illumination drenched the setting with a kind of peace. You don’t really need to look around to know what you’d see, you’ve seen so many times.
An old Live House, abandoned for what maybe decades. You’d stumbled across it months back when you’d decided that exploring the woods by Mother’s house was a good idea.
Its walls were covered in overgrown plants - so much at first that it was hard to recognize at first.
It was Ruki’s idea - you remember - to use the place as your own. It’s perfect, you remember him stating. Quiet and large, away - secluded - from anyone who might not see them as anything more than a bunch of noisy, foolish kids trying to make something out of nonsense dreams.
Perfect.
“Stop staring at the sky like that. You’ll snap your neck.”
You groan and swat at Aoi’s hand he as he tries to hit you a second time. “Stop it.” You try to sound tough but you’re dark hair friend recognizes your whining. He smirks, the silver bulb on the right side of his bottom lip rising with the gesture.
“You’re such a spaz. What goes on in than head of yours?”
You scowl as Aoi inches closer to you, hands raised, fingers wiggling in a rather creepy manner. “Fuck off Shiroyama.” You poise to swat at him again before something hits your head and your hand instantly moves to cradle your injury. You hear Aoi hiss beside you and you know that he’s been hit too.
“Damnit Uru!” You snap before even checking to see who your attacker was -you know Uruha better than any one of your other friends.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than fling acorns at us?” You hear Aoi finish for you, and then you’re both looking up into to a tree where a sniggering Uruha is sitting daintily on a branch.
“You looked like you were gonna fight.” He states, a large smile stretching across his face, giving him a Cheshire cat look. You scowl, hating that look on him. It meant he felt superior. You kick the base of the tree out of spite - Aoi screams as you narrowly miss his guitar, propped against the tree trunk.
“You guys aren’t done yet?”
You jump - you see Uruha do the same above you - as the smooth voice sneaks up on you.
You’re clutching your shirt over your heart, feeling the beat slow as you turn to face Ruki, the small boy really appearing out of nowhere.
“Don’t do that, Ruki, damnit.” Aoi scowls, his hands poised on his hips in a scolding manner.
“Not my fault you didn’t notice.” Ruki mumbles around a mug of coffee -one of those long, thermos type ones that you can close and take anywhere. Your mother has a few but you can never remember what they’re called. “Aren’t we gonna play?” He asks suddenly.
Kai appears behind him looking curios. He has his favourite pair of drumsticks in his hand you can see, and no doubt he’s already set up his old drum set inside the Live House - he kept it in the building, they were too much to carry through the woods every night, unlike the guitars you, Aoi and Uruha carried with you.
You look from him, to Ruki, to Aoi and Uruha. You all have smiles playing on your lips.
“What else do we come here for?” You ask, but the question is rhetorical. You all already know.
The Live House isn’t all that big in the inside. But it really doesn’t matter. Dim lights, good music, people screaming their name. That’s all they ever dreamed of.
“WHO ARE WE!” Ruki screams out, almost like a ritual.
“The Gazette!”
And you hear the distinct sound of birds taking flight outside as the sound Uruha’s guitar rips the air around you.
Prompt:
A/N: This is my sorta entrance exam for antirukichan :) No I don't know how anyone can miss a Live House in the middle of the woods.
Fandom/Pairing: the GazettE- Bandfic
Rating: PG
Genre: General, AU
Summary: Nothing extravagant, just dim lights, good music, and a small crowd screaming their names, that was really all they dream about.
“Hurry up damnit!”
“Hurry!”
The voices are loud and irritated, coming from a ways in front of you. They hold impatience and annoyance, but are tinged with a sort of mirth that brings a small grin to your face -hidden, of course, by your black woolen scarf.
“I’m coming.” You drawl out, lazily, not really make an effort to pick up your pace as you don’t want to trip on the roots littering the ground where you walk.
Laughter bubbles out from beside you and you turn to the boy walking along side you, his smile wide, small dimple hollowed in his left cheek.
“What’s so funny, Kai?” You ask, not really in interest, you just know he wants you to ask.
“They’re really in a hurry today aren’t they?” He states cheerily, jumping from root to root as he walked.
You don’t answer back, burring you nose in the soft fabric in front it, adjusting the weight of the bass guitar on your back.
“Let’s hurry before they turn around and drag us there.” You say bluntly, grabbing Kai's elbow - successfully startling him and making him trip over a root - and pulling him along to suit your pace. He brushes it off and laughs, stumbling behind you.
By the time you reach your destination, the stars are plenty in the night sky, you can see their bright silhouettes behind the shroud of dusty clouds. Their sharp light shines above you like tiny spotlights, the surrounding trees framing the sky soundly.
It’s a perfect night; the illumination drenched the setting with a kind of peace. You don’t really need to look around to know what you’d see, you’ve seen so many times.
An old Live House, abandoned for what maybe decades. You’d stumbled across it months back when you’d decided that exploring the woods by Mother’s house was a good idea.
Its walls were covered in overgrown plants - so much at first that it was hard to recognize at first.
It was Ruki’s idea - you remember - to use the place as your own. It’s perfect, you remember him stating. Quiet and large, away - secluded - from anyone who might not see them as anything more than a bunch of noisy, foolish kids trying to make something out of nonsense dreams.
Perfect.
“Stop staring at the sky like that. You’ll snap your neck.”
You groan and swat at Aoi’s hand he as he tries to hit you a second time. “Stop it.” You try to sound tough but you’re dark hair friend recognizes your whining. He smirks, the silver bulb on the right side of his bottom lip rising with the gesture.
“You’re such a spaz. What goes on in than head of yours?”
You scowl as Aoi inches closer to you, hands raised, fingers wiggling in a rather creepy manner. “Fuck off Shiroyama.” You poise to swat at him again before something hits your head and your hand instantly moves to cradle your injury. You hear Aoi hiss beside you and you know that he’s been hit too.
“Damnit Uru!” You snap before even checking to see who your attacker was -you know Uruha better than any one of your other friends.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than fling acorns at us?” You hear Aoi finish for you, and then you’re both looking up into to a tree where a sniggering Uruha is sitting daintily on a branch.
“You looked like you were gonna fight.” He states, a large smile stretching across his face, giving him a Cheshire cat look. You scowl, hating that look on him. It meant he felt superior. You kick the base of the tree out of spite - Aoi screams as you narrowly miss his guitar, propped against the tree trunk.
“You guys aren’t done yet?”
You jump - you see Uruha do the same above you - as the smooth voice sneaks up on you.
You’re clutching your shirt over your heart, feeling the beat slow as you turn to face Ruki, the small boy really appearing out of nowhere.
“Don’t do that, Ruki, damnit.” Aoi scowls, his hands poised on his hips in a scolding manner.
“Not my fault you didn’t notice.” Ruki mumbles around a mug of coffee -one of those long, thermos type ones that you can close and take anywhere. Your mother has a few but you can never remember what they’re called. “Aren’t we gonna play?” He asks suddenly.
Kai appears behind him looking curios. He has his favourite pair of drumsticks in his hand you can see, and no doubt he’s already set up his old drum set inside the Live House - he kept it in the building, they were too much to carry through the woods every night, unlike the guitars you, Aoi and Uruha carried with you.
You look from him, to Ruki, to Aoi and Uruha. You all have smiles playing on your lips.
“What else do we come here for?” You ask, but the question is rhetorical. You all already know.
The Live House isn’t all that big in the inside. But it really doesn’t matter. Dim lights, good music, people screaming their name. That’s all they ever dreamed of.
“WHO ARE WE!” Ruki screams out, almost like a ritual.
“The Gazette!”
And you hear the distinct sound of birds taking flight outside as the sound Uruha’s guitar rips the air around you.
Prompt:
A/N: This is my sorta entrance exam for antirukichan :) No I don't know how anyone can miss a Live House in the middle of the woods.