Star Wars Episode XXII: ANOTHER WAR - Ruki x Uruha - 4/??
Title: Star Wars Episode XXII: ANOTHER WAR
Chapters: 3/??
Author: lunachaos &hiropponluvsu
Genre: Humor, Action/Adventure, Drama, Romance
Warnings: Swearing, maybe smut later, violence
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: RukixUruha, Reita/Kai x/x?? (With more to develop later!) Bands: the GazettE (main), alice nine., S.K.I.N, Dir en Grey, An Cafe, SuG, LM.C, Phantasmagoria & Malice Mizer.
Synopsis: [AU] The Jedi are up against their biggest challenge yet. The Sith are on the rise and this time they're proving to be unstoppable. The Jedi Council expend their best warriors to catch the Sith once and for all. But it's not easy when you team up five different people who don't know the meaning of team work...
Comments: You DON'T need to know Star Wars to understand this. This really isn't meant to be taken seriously, so don't come in expecting it. It's mostly just written for our entertainment and some laughs, so hopefully that's what you'll get from it too.
Disclaimer: We don't own the GazettE or any of the jrockers mentioned in this story.
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[Chapter One] [Chapter Two][Chapter Three]
Reita walked to the veranda, his pink lightsaber glowing in the darkness of the night, and looked around the palace. His eyes scanned the property for any signs of danger, but when the dark night remained unmoving he scaled up to the roof and took advantage of the palace’s angle that overlooked the hills to gain a better scope of his surroundings. He had to squint for a few moments, but he finally decided his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him as he stared at the small flicker on the hills that glowed discreetly in the night.
Reita frowned. "Shit, someone’s spying on us, huh...?" He asked himself. It wasn’t common for people to be hanging around in that area of this planet, however there had been many times when they’d caught people spying on the palace from up there, and Reita couldn’t dismiss the possibility that someone may as well be watching them now.
He climbed back to the veranda and was somewhat surprised to see that Kai had managed to help Uruha up the long flight of stairs in his injured condition. He was trying to support the taller man, and when he noticed his boyfriend had returned his eyes instantly lit up with a mixture of gratitude and curiosity.
"Reita! What happened?"
Reita stared at Kai, rubbing his chin as he tried to consider any other possibilities. "Well, I saw a glow on the hills," he mumbled. "I think someone’s watching us, guys."
Uruha gasped. "REALLY!!?"
Reita started to nod, but the solemnity of the situation apparently wasn’t what Uruha was upset over. He was staring into a nearby mirror, his mouth agape as he took in the horrible condition of his hair. He touched it with his fingers gingerly, almost as if he believed he’d break it if he weren’t gentle.
"Uruha!" Reita announced, trying to get the blonde's attention. "This is serious!!" He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Uruha rolled his eyes, still helplessly holding a strand of hair around his index finger. "I'm sorry, master." He retorted, the last part snippy.
Kai sighed dramatically as the two quickly fell into one of the petty arguments they were so famously known for. He leaned against the wall, glancing around in his boredom, and nearly jumped when he spotted the dark haired Jedi nearby, partly hidden by the angular shadows cast by the windows. How long had he been there? "Aoi!" He called, running over to hug the Jedi.
Kai was rejected for the hug, of course. Aoi moved out of the other's way, holding his hand out to fend off the other Jedi, his expressionless face further emphasizing his usual lone-wolf personality, as if Kai needed a reminder.
“Aoi? When did you get here?” Uruha asked, surfacing from his argument with Reita for a moment.
Aoi shrugged. “I’ve been here for a while.”
Kai put on his best pouty face. "You're mean~" He called, pointing at the man, trying to reclaim the topic. "You never let me hug you!"
"I never let anyone hug me," he corrected. Kai knew that was true, but he wished Aoi would stop being so rigid and cold.
“But…why are you here? And why haven’t you said anything to us yet?” Reita added, stepping away from Uruha and walking closer to Aoi. It was still dark in the palace hallway where they were standing outside Uruha’s living quarters, but there was a faint light coming from the small lights along the floor.
Aoi shrugged again. “It doesn’t matter why I’m here, and stop acting so damn suspicious,” he added with a slight glare.
“Why didn’t you help Uruha when he fell?”
“I didn’t know he fell.”
“What? But it was so loud!” Uruha insisted.
Aoi yawned. “I must not have heard it.”
“Wait…you must have been the sound I heard a little bit ago,” Reita commented, glancing back towards the veranda.
Aoi rolled his eyes. “It was that damn robot. He-”
"Hey, Aoi, where is Nou?" Kai asked.
"I don't know, taking an oil change break?" He replied indifferently.
"Aoi…” He asked again. He crossed his arms and stared intently at the dark-haired Jedi.
"Okay, maybe I sent him off to scan the far hills, but he hasn't seen anything yet."
“I saw something…” Reita said.
“Well maybe you were just seeing things,” Aoi shot back. “A robot is a lot more dependle than a human eye in these situations.”
"Oh, tell him to come back! I'm scared! I don't want to fight!" Kai suddenly whined, shaking his head.
Uruha laughed. “What a Jedi you are, my friend.”
Aoi sighed and rubbed his temples. "Ugh, you whiney-baby... we can’t..." He paused, receiving Nou’s last report in his ear. “Fine, he’s finished anyway. There’s nothing out there. You happy?"
Kai nodded and smiled. "Happy now, I am."
Aoi rolled his eyes and walked along the halls. "Reita, we should get going... We have to depart soon..." He muttered.
Reita nodded. "Right... Come on, Kai..." He mumbled, trailing Aoi.
Kai gladly followed, waving back to the blonde. "Bye, Uruha!" He said, running to go hold Reita's hand.
“Oh, and Uruha,” Reita added as an afterthought, speaking over his shoulder. “Just watch out. There could still be some danger.”
Uruha nodded, grinning as they tried to hide their hand holding from Aoi. He bit his lip, watching as they disappeared down the stairs, unable to stop the feeling of longing from crashing over him. He wished he had someone to hold hands with…
He limped along the hall and to his room, letting the door open automatically when he pressed his hand onto the pad on the wall. He threw his robes onto the couch and went into the next room to collapse on his bed. As much as everyone else was dreading it, Uruha couldn’t wait to start their new missions. It’d been a while since they’d had something so intimidating and dangerous to face.
Miyavi calmly stood up and made his way through the crowd, eyes never wavering from the Sith master. The techno beat pumped on through the heat of the club, pressing all around him as he ignored the wriggling bodies shoving against him as he passed over the dance floor. He gripped his lightsaber at his side and carefully removed it from the belt.
Takeru's voice was smooth and his lips curled into a smirk as his eyes darted towards the approaching Jedi master. He swiftly removed his own lightsaber and pretended to use it as a microphone for a moment, just before the glowing blade appeared.
Miyavi pushed his way onto the stage, alarm seizing his body as the crowd of people continued their dancing, oblivious to the fact that Takeru had stopped singing and was now swinging a deadly weapon around.
"Get out of here! This man is Sith scum!!" Miyavi yelled at the partygoers, hoping to warn them in advance so they wouldn’t get hurt.
They all started to scream and rush to the door like a herd of sheep as Takeru smirked. His lightsaber glowed a bright red, a vast contrast to Miyavi’s double-sided white.
"Hey, Jedi, ready to die?" He taunted, running his tongue over the piercing in his chin.
Miyavi smirked back. "I think you're mistaken." Miyavi thrust his lightsaber at Takeru as the Sith master spun out of Miyavi’s reach, his feet moving dangerously close to the edge of the stage with no indication of losing his balance.
"You'll never do this! I don't care who the hell you are!!" Takeru spat, his voice abandoning the playful undertones it’d once been supported by. He was speaking straight now, showing Miyavi exactly how he was feeling through the tone in his voice. Miyavi thought it was almost a pity; witty banter while engaged in battle with another was his secret pleasure.
Takeru’s feet made use of his precarious position, and much to Miyavi’s astonishment, one of his legs swung up and knocked his lightsaber from his hands as Takeru’s other foot held the Sith up, still no wobbling or any signs of instability.
Miyavi gasped, but quickly had the weapon back in his hand by using the force in his palm to pull it back. He wasted no time and thrust again at the villain, aiming for his head with frightening accuracy.
Takeru ducked by a millimeter, unable to completely escape the path of the lightsaber as one of his white blonde hairs was singed. Miyavi could already see a light layer of sweat beading along Takeru’s forehead.
Over at the bar, which was empty save the four Jedi, Shou looked at Nao and then back towards where Miyavi was swinging his lightsaber around with incredible strength and dexterity. "So are we just going to stand here!!?" He asked.
Nao glanced at Shou. "He told us to wait here... and we're going to follow our orders..." He mumbled, slightly disgruntled, and turned back to the stage where the two skilled masters were jumping out of reach of the other, ducking wild lightsaber swings, and jumping at inhuman heights to gain the advantage.
Miyavi shot across the side of the stage and slammed his furious white saber into Takeru’s red one, pushing as close as he could, using all of his strength to increase the burning tension between the blades.
Takeru’s face curled into a snarl. "Is that all you got!!?" He snapped.
Miyavi thrust his strained arms forward with a burst of determined energy, the force of his shove hard enough to send Takeru to his back. Miyavi knew he didn’t have the Sith trapped on the ground like that, and jumped forward to eliminate as much of the gap Takeru would surely put between them when he fled.
Just as Miyavi had predicted, Takeru rolled away from Miyavi’s wide swing and swiftly took advantage of the open window just above his head and nearly flew through it.
Miyavi cursed, chasing the man out into the cool night. The Sith master had jumped straight onto a stray vehicle that was currently speeding in the opposite direction. Damn that little chicken shit. Miyavi hated it when they ran. It was so cowardly. The Jedi Master was slightly impressed that Takeru had managed to keep his balance when jumping out onto a speeding car.
“He’s almost as crazy as me,” Miyavi snickered.
He hastily jumped down onto another speeding vehicle, and wasted no time in hopping onto the one in front of the car he was currently riding like a surf board. He’d done this many times, so he had no fear, and he certainly didn’t have time to marvel at what he was doing. Miyavi dived towards another car, and chuckled to himself as it sped directly next to the one Takeru was pressed flat against, trying to prevent himself from being thrown off by the force of the wind. "Don't try to run, you idiot!!"
"I'm the idiot!!?" He shouted over the howl of the wind, against the speed at which they were traveling. "You're the one making people notice you!!"
Miyavi took that chance to jump onto the same vehicle as Takeru, angling it carefully so he wouldn’t be at the mercy of Takeru’s ready weapon. Their sabers began clashing the second they’d both gained their footing, and Miyavi had to admit to himself it was one of the most dangerous fights he’d ever been in. everything about the way the car moved was jerky, and it threatened their footing with each turn, each twitch, each dip. They maneuvered carefully, never relenting to the growing fear inside their stomachs. Either of them could be thrown off at any moment.
The wind blew their hair around their faces, ruffling their beautifully styled appearances, but their piercing glares were as sharp and clear as the stars in the sky.
Takeru was forced into defense as the driver took a rather wild spin around a narrow corner, and Miyavi pressed forward. The pressure of Miyavi’s formidable double-sided lightsaber being too much to bear, Takeru's hand jolted against the base of his weapon, leaving him exposed as he struggled to regain control. Miyavi's saber arched lower, tearing into Takeru's shoulder, excruciatingly. Miyavi could smell the stench of searing flesh, and it made his stomach twist as Takeru let out a loud, unsuccessfully suppressed wail.
"Naaa, you like that!!?" Miyavi goaded, digging in deeper. "You want more!!? I'll cut your fucking arm off!!!" Despite his devilish promise, Miyavi opted to pull his saber away. He wobbled again as the driver stopped for a moment, but regained his footing and kicked Takeru in the neck, sending him off of the car and down to the busy streets below.
Miyavi watched him fall for a moment, and then sighed. "Fuck, why did I do that?" He asked himself, pulling at his ruffled hair. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!!" He muttered, using the rest of his adrenaline to carhop back to the club instead of taking a taxi like a normal person.
He had killed him, right? Miyavi shuddered at the idea, still not convinced. What was more, he could sense something worse; more enemies were amassing. He didn’t know how he could sense it, but ever since he’d been elected the Jedi Leader he’d seemed to develop a keen sense of danger, more so than the rest of his loyal Jedi.
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A/N - Sorry for this being so Late... Lunachaos started school recently =A=. Anyways... i like this chapter... its made of win. Oh lol btw, I'm writing the story now and Lunachaos is editing it... ITS STILL GOOD THOUGH!! :D You know, this is my first fanfiction!! And the first Author's Note from me : ) Ah, I loe the world. There are some secrets though, beware. >D Next chapter soon! : )