Music // o34 // PG // Ruki/Uruha // 50Stories
Title: Music
Author: ~Pon inoritsuzuketa
Theme: o34_Music
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ruki/Uruha
Disclaimer: I unfortunatly own either of these men. Despite my wishes to have Ruki as a pet and Uruha at my side as Queen of Ponland. And I doubt the fact I could ever make money from the way I write. Kthnx.
Summary: Ruki stood at the threshold, cowering under a dry umbrella. The world around him echoed only the anxious thump of his heart within his chest. No wind, no sun.
A slight hand slipped into his own and a subtle arm wrapped around his waist. With a single touch his own mortality slipped away and forever and infinity stretched before him. With a single touch, time was lost.
Comments: Started writing this forever ago, finished completely last night. I hope it makes sense.
Word Count: 2116
Ruki stood at the threshold, cowering under a dry umbrella. The world around him echoed only the anxious thump of his heart within his chest. No wind, no sun.
A slight hand slipped into his own and a subtle arm wrapped around his waist. With a single touch his own mortality slipped away and forever and infinity stretched before him. With a single touch, time was lost.
He clung furiously to the handle of the umbrella and held it over both their heads as canopy of trees grew thin; shivering and gasping for the breath that plumed like dragons smoke from his mouth.
The earth was cool but with a wild indian wind, night time seeping right into the roots of the grass. The voice was soft and protective, enchanting, whispering beautiful empty nothings in his ear. Ruki squeezed the hand in his, dark eyes wet with the rain under the still dry umbrella. Once lost, but now was found; his world laid bare before his eyes. Once alive…
Warm eyes bore into his, leaving him naked against the grass, stripped of all his pain and every binding that held him down. Where he felt weightless, with only the butterfly soft touches keeping him grounded. Uruha traced across his lips and down his chin; carving a subtle line across the rise and fall of the quivering Adams Apple. With every touch he drowned; deeper into the dark velvet waters, fighting for a breath that wasn’t there, falling back into the earth. Yet…
“You’ll be stronger without her…” We’ll grow a little older...
He felt so weak, despite the show of faith, words he needed to hear; but followed the hand that led him under moonlight through to where nowhere existed in the crowds full of people. Unable to say no to a look and that subtle smile from a face he had loved for so long in so many ways beside his love for her, he went where he was bade and quietly danced through his whimpers under a popcorn sky.
A pen scratched across paper, a song begging forgiveness flowing through the ink that smeared with the endless rain. To be told he was wrong for all he’d done. Mounds of paper surrounded him, every line sounding wrong all his words sounding false.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered through the flood, pushing himself away from the apology and running through the storm into waiting arms.
Hours could have been weeks, weeks turning into years as he hid beneath the blankets, sheltered and calmed; floating peacefully on the surface of the river Lethe. A sigh of love and he was drowning. He wouldn’t say. He couldn’t say…
“Don’t you miss her?” Uruha whispered, his voice rattling right down through Ruki’s chest, re-starting his heart. He hesitated and said nothing, turning his head and body away into the moist grass, out of those arms.
“Every day, it’s a little less than the one before… Every day… I surely forget…”
Her smile, her eyes, the calming way that she spoke with lucid honesty beneath the covers as they were so close to sleep, her breath against his neck as they talked for hours holed in an embrace. Everyday, he surely forgot; the shape of her lips, the curve of her nose and her body when she danced for him, his favourite thing about her, the scent of her skin was less than just a memory. Just her last words were still bright and stung like a fresh cut. The one thing he could never forget.
It’s no ones fault, you’re doing what you love and I can’t compete with that.
He found that time no longer existed there, whether by magic or by the force of his own desire; the desire to never have to face all he’d left behind when she’d left him, his guilt for making his music. Forever was so easy now. Uruha kissed the top of his head, damp with perspiration from running from those thoughts and whispered him gently into a peaceful sleep. He slept without dreams, for the first time didn’t wake up every few minutes, thinking of her still there.
Fluttering, a bird disappeared, creating ripples that span the grey above. A bolt of a proud blue chest and then it was gone. The first bit of colour in an eternal grey dawn.
“Did you see that?”
Ruki coiled his arms around Uruha’s neck, feeling so vulnerable, and rest his head against a beating heart, his whole body alive with a dreadful trembling; but he was smiling for the first time in so long.
“Can you play for me?” he asked quietly, leaning back to show that smile before looking down to hide from his eyes, before they said too much, before the simple action of his breathing shattered this snow-globe around them.
“Always… I have something new I’ve wanted to show you,” Uruha whispered, kissing Ruki’s temple and placing his hands over Ruki’s to give them a gentle squeeze.
Right now I want to be with you.
The cold dark hill and the playground are clear of people. No-one is around. Save me.
Fireworks bloom like flowers overhead and the people coo with awe from the bottom of this icy valley.
I want to be where you are.
I wring my hands before me; before my face, before the shining eyes and the thin drops of the rain shower that tremble and drown in the dark. Autumn is the peaceful time, but not for me here.
A pale pink lights the sky above, sending the large black shadow sprawling in front of me. It could be you behind me in the second it flares. Then flickers out, into nothing.
Just like you.
All I remember. If anything all... The retreating sounds of your high heeled foot steps behind the slam of a gently closed door.
Do you still think of me? Am I still close to your heart? Have you lost this memory? Our hands clasped together as the glitter of rain burst without warning from the grey purple clouds and the fireworks we watched behind closed eyes as we kissed for the first time.
It was one step forward, two steps back, to make him whole again, it was what he wanted. Uruha watched with sad eyes as the creature fitfully asleep beside him, blond hair plastered to his neck and cheeks with tears and sweat.
“She had my whole heart, Uruha. When she left… said all she said…” Ruki murmured with a sigh, “What do you do when someone steals it from you, and never gives it back?”
“I think you’re holding yourself hostage, Ruki… All it takes is time.”
Ruki had looked blank faced as he stared into the eight eyes and said he needed time. That it hurt too much. They all had noticed the signs a week ago... a fortnight ago, a change and the loss of that kind of laughter from the rehearsal room, a distance far greater than any winter.
“Come away with me,” Uruha had whispered to him, hours after, using his key to steal into Ruki’s apartment and creep in behind him. Uruha held onto him so tight, the wet face pressed into his neck, his heart sore to see him so sad. A long standing friendship; more than that lay veiled beneath.
“You’re not alone, Ruki, you’re never alone,”
It was the country house Uruha borrowed from time to time from his parents, out near the forest and the mountains and a lake and in the middle of no-where. They arrived under a cloak of darkness, only a full lady’s face hovering in the sky above, Ruki asleep laid out on the back seat, worn out and hung-over. Uruha woke him gently and smiled at the dopey creature.
“C’mon, we’re here,”
Two steps forward. Days passed so much easier from that moment, paper overflowed the small desk and patches of ink and more meaningful art appeared.
Uruha kissed Ruki’s cheek as he wandered past, draining his glass of champagne and dumped it into the sink then slid up onto the bench to kick his legs back and forth.
“We’ve been here for a month, y’know… The guys want to know how you are, letters and phone calls just aren’t enough anymore, Ruki.”
Ruki looked up from his notebook with a shocked smile. “Really? Are they coming up to see us?”
“Yuh huh~ I thought we’d make a party of five for it, what do you think?”
“I’d say that you were full of very many good ideas,” Ruki crooned and fluttered his fingers at the laughing guitarist who returned to lean his arms over shoulders.
“Ahh, see now, I had to learn it from someone, I think you’re too blame for these lapses of intelligence,” Uruha teased, tipping Ruki’s head with the pads of his fingers. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured and leant forward to kiss him tenderly, his lips soft with whisper of affection.
“This place is beautiful, Uruha, you have to invite us up here more often,” Aoi said, grabbing the other guitarist into a grappling hug and clasped his hand with a friendly tightness. “I declare this house our party house~!”
“Party tiiiiime~,” he heard Reita call from the back of the car, shuffling out with cartons under his arms and a shimmy to his step.
Seeing those six extra eyes, that regarded him without wariness, Ruki had to smile, as nervous as he was, as much as he desired to return to that place that resided without time, with only Uruha beside him.
“Ruki,” Kai called, stalking up to the vocalist with nary a thought to catch him in a jovial hug. “You’re okay right?”
“I’m okay. I’ve missed you guys, sorr-“
“No time for apologies, just as long as you’re okay, Ruki-kun,” Kai ruffled a hand through Ruki’s hair and stalked off the way he had come, “Beer for our favourite Ruki, hey?”
To be amongst them all once again, one of them, like nothing changed, like a month had not passed, Ruki’s shoulders felt lighter, his heart quite the same. Uruha sat next to him the whole night, as one by one his band drifted off into states of oblivion. They leant back on the couch, legs tucked underneath them and Ruki brushed his fingers through Uruha’s tousled hair.
“Would you like to return to Tokyo yet?”
“Yes,”
“All it takes is time Ruki, which we have plenty of,”
And Ruki sang to him that night through to the rising sun, a knowing song with Uruha’s music playing behind his words. And he knew that this was right.
Their day clothes were thrown about the bedroom; highlighted in white by the sun rising through the wide open window. Uruha hung his legs over the edge, one in the shadowed dark, one in the warming rays and watched the silhouetted sun rise through the morning smog of the capital. His hands gripped at the edge of the mattress, knuckles bleaching pale, his head tilted to the side and the caramel hair draped messily over one naked shoulder.
A pair of legs snuck either side of him, rising from the dark of dreams; arms wrapping lightly about his waist with a chin appearing moments later at his other shoulder. A blanket, being drawn in close around them, protecting their bodies from the six am cold.
"You're up early." the male voice whispered in his ear, leaving a soft 'good morning' kiss against his shoulder blade before leaning his head to lie against the warm flesh. Uruha shivered at the soft scratch of morning stubble at his back, crossing his arms over the ones around him. The tips of his fingers, nails painted black and chipped from use caressing the soft thin arms.
"You were snoring." Uruha teased, rolling his head and wincing with the heavy crack that even Ruki jumped at.
"Nobody could sleep through such an avalanche."
His reward was a sharp mock offended bite, right against his shoulder, then a soft tongue teasing down the line of his spine. "We have practice today?”
“Yes we have practice today,”
“Let's forget today, huh?" Ruki said, playfully grasping Uruha's hands within his own, entwining their fingers and making them dance left to right. "I just want to spend it here. Next to you. In bed. All day." Just lay here and forget everything, just for one day. "Lie with me?"
“Just for today, we don’t want to be making a habit of this,” Uruha mused, raising their linked hands to paint a kiss upon each of the pale knuckles hiding under habitual rings.
“Just today, I promise.”
Author: ~Pon inoritsuzuketa
Theme: o34_Music
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ruki/Uruha
Disclaimer: I unfortunatly own either of these men. Despite my wishes to have Ruki as a pet and Uruha at my side as Queen of Ponland. And I doubt the fact I could ever make money from the way I write. Kthnx.
Summary: Ruki stood at the threshold, cowering under a dry umbrella. The world around him echoed only the anxious thump of his heart within his chest. No wind, no sun.
A slight hand slipped into his own and a subtle arm wrapped around his waist. With a single touch his own mortality slipped away and forever and infinity stretched before him. With a single touch, time was lost.
Comments: Started writing this forever ago, finished completely last night. I hope it makes sense.
Word Count: 2116
Ruki stood at the threshold, cowering under a dry umbrella. The world around him echoed only the anxious thump of his heart within his chest. No wind, no sun.
A slight hand slipped into his own and a subtle arm wrapped around his waist. With a single touch his own mortality slipped away and forever and infinity stretched before him. With a single touch, time was lost.
He clung furiously to the handle of the umbrella and held it over both their heads as canopy of trees grew thin; shivering and gasping for the breath that plumed like dragons smoke from his mouth.
The earth was cool but with a wild indian wind, night time seeping right into the roots of the grass. The voice was soft and protective, enchanting, whispering beautiful empty nothings in his ear. Ruki squeezed the hand in his, dark eyes wet with the rain under the still dry umbrella. Once lost, but now was found; his world laid bare before his eyes. Once alive…
Warm eyes bore into his, leaving him naked against the grass, stripped of all his pain and every binding that held him down. Where he felt weightless, with only the butterfly soft touches keeping him grounded. Uruha traced across his lips and down his chin; carving a subtle line across the rise and fall of the quivering Adams Apple. With every touch he drowned; deeper into the dark velvet waters, fighting for a breath that wasn’t there, falling back into the earth. Yet…
“You’ll be stronger without her…” We’ll grow a little older...
He felt so weak, despite the show of faith, words he needed to hear; but followed the hand that led him under moonlight through to where nowhere existed in the crowds full of people. Unable to say no to a look and that subtle smile from a face he had loved for so long in so many ways beside his love for her, he went where he was bade and quietly danced through his whimpers under a popcorn sky.
A pen scratched across paper, a song begging forgiveness flowing through the ink that smeared with the endless rain. To be told he was wrong for all he’d done. Mounds of paper surrounded him, every line sounding wrong all his words sounding false.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered through the flood, pushing himself away from the apology and running through the storm into waiting arms.
Hours could have been weeks, weeks turning into years as he hid beneath the blankets, sheltered and calmed; floating peacefully on the surface of the river Lethe. A sigh of love and he was drowning. He wouldn’t say. He couldn’t say…
“Don’t you miss her?” Uruha whispered, his voice rattling right down through Ruki’s chest, re-starting his heart. He hesitated and said nothing, turning his head and body away into the moist grass, out of those arms.
“Every day, it’s a little less than the one before… Every day… I surely forget…”
Her smile, her eyes, the calming way that she spoke with lucid honesty beneath the covers as they were so close to sleep, her breath against his neck as they talked for hours holed in an embrace. Everyday, he surely forgot; the shape of her lips, the curve of her nose and her body when she danced for him, his favourite thing about her, the scent of her skin was less than just a memory. Just her last words were still bright and stung like a fresh cut. The one thing he could never forget.
It’s no ones fault, you’re doing what you love and I can’t compete with that.
He found that time no longer existed there, whether by magic or by the force of his own desire; the desire to never have to face all he’d left behind when she’d left him, his guilt for making his music. Forever was so easy now. Uruha kissed the top of his head, damp with perspiration from running from those thoughts and whispered him gently into a peaceful sleep. He slept without dreams, for the first time didn’t wake up every few minutes, thinking of her still there.
Fluttering, a bird disappeared, creating ripples that span the grey above. A bolt of a proud blue chest and then it was gone. The first bit of colour in an eternal grey dawn.
“Did you see that?”
Ruki coiled his arms around Uruha’s neck, feeling so vulnerable, and rest his head against a beating heart, his whole body alive with a dreadful trembling; but he was smiling for the first time in so long.
“Can you play for me?” he asked quietly, leaning back to show that smile before looking down to hide from his eyes, before they said too much, before the simple action of his breathing shattered this snow-globe around them.
“Always… I have something new I’ve wanted to show you,” Uruha whispered, kissing Ruki’s temple and placing his hands over Ruki’s to give them a gentle squeeze.
Right now I want to be with you.
The cold dark hill and the playground are clear of people. No-one is around. Save me.
Fireworks bloom like flowers overhead and the people coo with awe from the bottom of this icy valley.
I want to be where you are.
I wring my hands before me; before my face, before the shining eyes and the thin drops of the rain shower that tremble and drown in the dark. Autumn is the peaceful time, but not for me here.
A pale pink lights the sky above, sending the large black shadow sprawling in front of me. It could be you behind me in the second it flares. Then flickers out, into nothing.
Just like you.
All I remember. If anything all... The retreating sounds of your high heeled foot steps behind the slam of a gently closed door.
Do you still think of me? Am I still close to your heart? Have you lost this memory? Our hands clasped together as the glitter of rain burst without warning from the grey purple clouds and the fireworks we watched behind closed eyes as we kissed for the first time.
It was one step forward, two steps back, to make him whole again, it was what he wanted. Uruha watched with sad eyes as the creature fitfully asleep beside him, blond hair plastered to his neck and cheeks with tears and sweat.
“She had my whole heart, Uruha. When she left… said all she said…” Ruki murmured with a sigh, “What do you do when someone steals it from you, and never gives it back?”
“I think you’re holding yourself hostage, Ruki… All it takes is time.”
Ruki had looked blank faced as he stared into the eight eyes and said he needed time. That it hurt too much. They all had noticed the signs a week ago... a fortnight ago, a change and the loss of that kind of laughter from the rehearsal room, a distance far greater than any winter.
“Come away with me,” Uruha had whispered to him, hours after, using his key to steal into Ruki’s apartment and creep in behind him. Uruha held onto him so tight, the wet face pressed into his neck, his heart sore to see him so sad. A long standing friendship; more than that lay veiled beneath.
“You’re not alone, Ruki, you’re never alone,”
It was the country house Uruha borrowed from time to time from his parents, out near the forest and the mountains and a lake and in the middle of no-where. They arrived under a cloak of darkness, only a full lady’s face hovering in the sky above, Ruki asleep laid out on the back seat, worn out and hung-over. Uruha woke him gently and smiled at the dopey creature.
“C’mon, we’re here,”
Two steps forward. Days passed so much easier from that moment, paper overflowed the small desk and patches of ink and more meaningful art appeared.
Uruha kissed Ruki’s cheek as he wandered past, draining his glass of champagne and dumped it into the sink then slid up onto the bench to kick his legs back and forth.
“We’ve been here for a month, y’know… The guys want to know how you are, letters and phone calls just aren’t enough anymore, Ruki.”
Ruki looked up from his notebook with a shocked smile. “Really? Are they coming up to see us?”
“Yuh huh~ I thought we’d make a party of five for it, what do you think?”
“I’d say that you were full of very many good ideas,” Ruki crooned and fluttered his fingers at the laughing guitarist who returned to lean his arms over shoulders.
“Ahh, see now, I had to learn it from someone, I think you’re too blame for these lapses of intelligence,” Uruha teased, tipping Ruki’s head with the pads of his fingers. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured and leant forward to kiss him tenderly, his lips soft with whisper of affection.
“This place is beautiful, Uruha, you have to invite us up here more often,” Aoi said, grabbing the other guitarist into a grappling hug and clasped his hand with a friendly tightness. “I declare this house our party house~!”
“Party tiiiiime~,” he heard Reita call from the back of the car, shuffling out with cartons under his arms and a shimmy to his step.
Seeing those six extra eyes, that regarded him without wariness, Ruki had to smile, as nervous as he was, as much as he desired to return to that place that resided without time, with only Uruha beside him.
“Ruki,” Kai called, stalking up to the vocalist with nary a thought to catch him in a jovial hug. “You’re okay right?”
“I’m okay. I’ve missed you guys, sorr-“
“No time for apologies, just as long as you’re okay, Ruki-kun,” Kai ruffled a hand through Ruki’s hair and stalked off the way he had come, “Beer for our favourite Ruki, hey?”
To be amongst them all once again, one of them, like nothing changed, like a month had not passed, Ruki’s shoulders felt lighter, his heart quite the same. Uruha sat next to him the whole night, as one by one his band drifted off into states of oblivion. They leant back on the couch, legs tucked underneath them and Ruki brushed his fingers through Uruha’s tousled hair.
“Would you like to return to Tokyo yet?”
“Yes,”
“All it takes is time Ruki, which we have plenty of,”
And Ruki sang to him that night through to the rising sun, a knowing song with Uruha’s music playing behind his words. And he knew that this was right.
Their day clothes were thrown about the bedroom; highlighted in white by the sun rising through the wide open window. Uruha hung his legs over the edge, one in the shadowed dark, one in the warming rays and watched the silhouetted sun rise through the morning smog of the capital. His hands gripped at the edge of the mattress, knuckles bleaching pale, his head tilted to the side and the caramel hair draped messily over one naked shoulder.
A pair of legs snuck either side of him, rising from the dark of dreams; arms wrapping lightly about his waist with a chin appearing moments later at his other shoulder. A blanket, being drawn in close around them, protecting their bodies from the six am cold.
"You're up early." the male voice whispered in his ear, leaving a soft 'good morning' kiss against his shoulder blade before leaning his head to lie against the warm flesh. Uruha shivered at the soft scratch of morning stubble at his back, crossing his arms over the ones around him. The tips of his fingers, nails painted black and chipped from use caressing the soft thin arms.
"You were snoring." Uruha teased, rolling his head and wincing with the heavy crack that even Ruki jumped at.
"Nobody could sleep through such an avalanche."
His reward was a sharp mock offended bite, right against his shoulder, then a soft tongue teasing down the line of his spine. "We have practice today?”
“Yes we have practice today,”
“Let's forget today, huh?" Ruki said, playfully grasping Uruha's hands within his own, entwining their fingers and making them dance left to right. "I just want to spend it here. Next to you. In bed. All day." Just lay here and forget everything, just for one day. "Lie with me?"
“Just for today, we don’t want to be making a habit of this,” Uruha mused, raising their linked hands to paint a kiss upon each of the pale knuckles hiding under habitual rings.
“Just today, I promise.”