Dream (Yume 夢) // Uruha/Aoi // Gazette // First draft // R&R please
Title :: Dream (夢)
Author :: auralpainkiller/inoritsuzuketa
Rating :: PG
Warnings :: None?
Pairings :: Uruha/Aoi. (Gazette)
Disclaimers :: Don't own, not yet anyways.
Summary :: “What do you dream of?” Uruha asked, pulling the other man with the thick black hair down on top of him, giving him a mimic of the seductive grin he knew the other couldn't resist. The freshly made bed rose and pillowed around them, holding the shape in which they lied in with a soft sigh of pleasurable strain before even that faded. The black blue strands brushed against his cheek, mingling with the milky coffee coloured strands of Uruha's own as they shared a candy kiss that left a red stain against the pouted flesh of the elders lips.
“Only little kids talk of those kinds of dreams, Uruha.” Aoi replied, poking out his tongue before bursting into lilting peal of laughter. Always smiling, always laughing, both of them these days, uncontrolable. “We’re way past that by now wouldn’t you say?” In between giggles; Uruha wriggled happily, placing a palm against the warm expanse of chest that rose and fell with each intake of the peppermint scent mixed with the male perfume and the cigarettes in the black hair. Though truthfully... Aoi had dreamt all his dreams. "I think we can go on forever..."
Word count:: ?
Comments :: Based on the song Yume // Okuda Miwako
Not sure about the ending yet for this one either. ^___^! Please R&R. I'd like some feedback, to see if it makes sense to others, or only just to myself.
“What do you dream of?” Uruha asked, pulling the other man with the thick black hair down on top of him, giving him a mimic of the seductive grin he knew the other couldn't resist. The freshly made bed rose and pillowed around them, holding the shape in which they lied in with a soft sigh of pleasurable strain before even that faded. The black blue strands brushed against his cheek, mingling with the milky coffee coloured strands of Uruha's own as they shared a candy kiss that left a red stain against the pouted flesh of the elders lips.
“Only little kids talk of those kinds of dreams, Uruha.” Aoi replied, poking out his tongue before bursting into lilting peal of laughter. Always smiling, always laughing, both of them these days, uncontrolable. “We’re way past that by now wouldn’t you say?” In between giggles; Uruha wriggled happily, placing a palm against the warm expanse of chest that rose and fell with each intake of the peppermint scent mixed with the male perfume and the cigarettes in the black hair. Though truthfully... Aoi had dreamt all his dreams. "I think we can go on forever..."
As unforgiving as forever is.
Aoi’s heart thumped, thumped, thumped under his hand within the hard ribcage of once, twice broken bones leaving him with the feeling that maybe he would shatter again; scared in fact, just for the way Uruha's hands made his pulse race.
Like a clam shell, holding the most precious pearl, perfect, like the ones he cleaned as a child; his heart closed tight.
"Look... See what you do to me..." Aoi murmured, wrapping his arms around Uruha to hold him tight, afraid that his dreamer one day might just dream away.
Always in each others arms; always holding on through the night though there was nothing to be said between them. Sometimes they never fell asleep before the dawn even on the busiest day; no reason why but fools in love rarely need an excuse. Then one morning Aoi wasn't there, echoing throughout the week, a fortnight, a month, Uruha bit his lip and stared into the blank spot where he should have been, sometimes content to image the bed folding underneath the light weight of the others body. He was still dreaming, at least... He wished he was... left wondering when and why. This distance... It's painful isn't it. I wonder sometimes...
Are you alive?
It was one of those rare days off, one of those rarer perfect days where the sun was out but the air wasn't humid. There was a breath of breeze even, a tangle of sea air threaded through. Uruha hid somewhere behind the trees, begging him every so often in a petulant tone to come look for him and Aoi couldn't be bothered doing so, arms crossed across his chest as he stared out across the field.
"You came here with Reita years ago didn't you?" he asked, chewing on his lip as he turned, coming face to face with the other, before turning back.
"Every summer... We played hide and seek..." Uruha murmured, remembering as he wrapped his arms around Aoi's middle to draw him close. "It was a long time ago..."
"I've missed the countryside..." Aoi sighed within the embrace and turned his head to nuzzle and rest his ear against above his heart. His to keep, for now at least, as tempramental as forever could be. It wasn't like him to feel sentimental, but sometimes...
"I had a dream once..." Aoi began quietly, nuzzling against him further, aiming at his heart, to worm his way within and remain, "Even though I don't believe in them, will you let me tell you?"
"Since talking about dreams will make them come true right? Tell me..."
Aoi laughed, shaking his head and pulled away once more, dragging Uruha with him to sit on a bench that over-looked the lake, "It already came true, just... a few years have past since then,"
They laughed a lot back then, in between releases and tours, during practices where it was an easy thing to do. Uruha would touch his arm or his knee and his heart would beat wildly within the bruised confines of his chest. How cruel Uruha was. Did he even know? For so long it was the same, from when they started, through breakups and makeups with vapid girfriends only worth it for the sex in the end, Uruha's flirtatious vitality kept him on his toes.
For a long time he had wanted to ask why, because he was used to getting an answer with everyone else; a confidence that became sorely bruised as each time Uruha escaped him, whether by inviting another disappearing into the group, or simply keeping his silence. Aoi gave up after a while, assuming it had just become part of Uruha's nature to tease and flirt.
Somewhere along the line, Uruha had become his dream, more than wanting to be professional. In Uruha, he could see his happiness.
Uruha said it had been okay to dream, as long as you didn't get carried away, I do enough dreaming for the both of us, Aoi-kun, but these dreams, these dreams hurt him so. Moments of truth and fantsy and he wished once and for all that he could return to a sleep without dreams.
He'd become nervous around the other. Heart a flutter with a tongue that's heavy in his mouth. It was hard to speak sometimes. Wanting to break the silence pointlessly just so something is said, maybe some point had been driven home and the distance would lessen. Words are said, each with music in their hands but beyond that, where it counts... There's nothing to say. There never was.
Aoi can sit and stare out the window for hours, pretending to be working, 'wasting time away' someone once said, 'waiting'; always with a cup of coffee in his hands that he never remembers making and inbetween never remembers drinking. Until night falls and he's still awake, staring at the ceiling.
He'll leave his apartment, and walk alone until he get tired and return with an bag full of wasteful things from the combini, thinking of things he could say and things that had been. Not like Uruha who'd be running by now, under the shadow of a cool night; Uruha, who talks so easily.
Just not to him.
Nights could bleed into eachother, one after another, perpetual and ephemeral at the same time and he took to staying up and working, or waiting whichever the case could be; pushing himself harder until the point where when sleep came, it was dreamless. Or mostly so.
Always held each other. Never letting go. Through those freezing winter nights, through the summer days where they could barely stand to touch eachother, but were at a loss without the contact. Aoi sighed, finding himself smiling when he awoke, only to shatter the illusion with a frown and begin the cycle again.
Uruha... Was it you?
Perhaps, it was me. For no reason at all.
"Uruha, have you forgotten about me?" he asked candidly one day, standing in front of the other guitarist, stopping him in his tracks. "I dream of you..."
"Yuu..." Aoi couldn't help but smile at the stumbling voice, tripping so over his name.
Author :: auralpainkiller/inoritsuzuketa
Rating :: PG
Warnings :: None?
Pairings :: Uruha/Aoi. (Gazette)
Disclaimers :: Don't own, not yet anyways.
Summary :: “What do you dream of?” Uruha asked, pulling the other man with the thick black hair down on top of him, giving him a mimic of the seductive grin he knew the other couldn't resist. The freshly made bed rose and pillowed around them, holding the shape in which they lied in with a soft sigh of pleasurable strain before even that faded. The black blue strands brushed against his cheek, mingling with the milky coffee coloured strands of Uruha's own as they shared a candy kiss that left a red stain against the pouted flesh of the elders lips.
“Only little kids talk of those kinds of dreams, Uruha.” Aoi replied, poking out his tongue before bursting into lilting peal of laughter. Always smiling, always laughing, both of them these days, uncontrolable. “We’re way past that by now wouldn’t you say?” In between giggles; Uruha wriggled happily, placing a palm against the warm expanse of chest that rose and fell with each intake of the peppermint scent mixed with the male perfume and the cigarettes in the black hair. Though truthfully... Aoi had dreamt all his dreams. "I think we can go on forever..."
Word count:: ?
Comments :: Based on the song Yume // Okuda Miwako
Not sure about the ending yet for this one either. ^___^! Please R&R. I'd like some feedback, to see if it makes sense to others, or only just to myself.
“What do you dream of?” Uruha asked, pulling the other man with the thick black hair down on top of him, giving him a mimic of the seductive grin he knew the other couldn't resist. The freshly made bed rose and pillowed around them, holding the shape in which they lied in with a soft sigh of pleasurable strain before even that faded. The black blue strands brushed against his cheek, mingling with the milky coffee coloured strands of Uruha's own as they shared a candy kiss that left a red stain against the pouted flesh of the elders lips.
“Only little kids talk of those kinds of dreams, Uruha.” Aoi replied, poking out his tongue before bursting into lilting peal of laughter. Always smiling, always laughing, both of them these days, uncontrolable. “We’re way past that by now wouldn’t you say?” In between giggles; Uruha wriggled happily, placing a palm against the warm expanse of chest that rose and fell with each intake of the peppermint scent mixed with the male perfume and the cigarettes in the black hair. Though truthfully... Aoi had dreamt all his dreams. "I think we can go on forever..."
As unforgiving as forever is.
Aoi’s heart thumped, thumped, thumped under his hand within the hard ribcage of once, twice broken bones leaving him with the feeling that maybe he would shatter again; scared in fact, just for the way Uruha's hands made his pulse race.
Like a clam shell, holding the most precious pearl, perfect, like the ones he cleaned as a child; his heart closed tight.
"Look... See what you do to me..." Aoi murmured, wrapping his arms around Uruha to hold him tight, afraid that his dreamer one day might just dream away.
Always in each others arms; always holding on through the night though there was nothing to be said between them. Sometimes they never fell asleep before the dawn even on the busiest day; no reason why but fools in love rarely need an excuse. Then one morning Aoi wasn't there, echoing throughout the week, a fortnight, a month, Uruha bit his lip and stared into the blank spot where he should have been, sometimes content to image the bed folding underneath the light weight of the others body. He was still dreaming, at least... He wished he was... left wondering when and why. This distance... It's painful isn't it. I wonder sometimes...
Are you alive?
It was one of those rare days off, one of those rarer perfect days where the sun was out but the air wasn't humid. There was a breath of breeze even, a tangle of sea air threaded through. Uruha hid somewhere behind the trees, begging him every so often in a petulant tone to come look for him and Aoi couldn't be bothered doing so, arms crossed across his chest as he stared out across the field.
"You came here with Reita years ago didn't you?" he asked, chewing on his lip as he turned, coming face to face with the other, before turning back.
"Every summer... We played hide and seek..." Uruha murmured, remembering as he wrapped his arms around Aoi's middle to draw him close. "It was a long time ago..."
"I've missed the countryside..." Aoi sighed within the embrace and turned his head to nuzzle and rest his ear against above his heart. His to keep, for now at least, as tempramental as forever could be. It wasn't like him to feel sentimental, but sometimes...
"I had a dream once..." Aoi began quietly, nuzzling against him further, aiming at his heart, to worm his way within and remain, "Even though I don't believe in them, will you let me tell you?"
"Since talking about dreams will make them come true right? Tell me..."
Aoi laughed, shaking his head and pulled away once more, dragging Uruha with him to sit on a bench that over-looked the lake, "It already came true, just... a few years have past since then,"
They laughed a lot back then, in between releases and tours, during practices where it was an easy thing to do. Uruha would touch his arm or his knee and his heart would beat wildly within the bruised confines of his chest. How cruel Uruha was. Did he even know? For so long it was the same, from when they started, through breakups and makeups with vapid girfriends only worth it for the sex in the end, Uruha's flirtatious vitality kept him on his toes.
For a long time he had wanted to ask why, because he was used to getting an answer with everyone else; a confidence that became sorely bruised as each time Uruha escaped him, whether by inviting another disappearing into the group, or simply keeping his silence. Aoi gave up after a while, assuming it had just become part of Uruha's nature to tease and flirt.
Somewhere along the line, Uruha had become his dream, more than wanting to be professional. In Uruha, he could see his happiness.
Uruha said it had been okay to dream, as long as you didn't get carried away, I do enough dreaming for the both of us, Aoi-kun, but these dreams, these dreams hurt him so. Moments of truth and fantsy and he wished once and for all that he could return to a sleep without dreams.
He'd become nervous around the other. Heart a flutter with a tongue that's heavy in his mouth. It was hard to speak sometimes. Wanting to break the silence pointlessly just so something is said, maybe some point had been driven home and the distance would lessen. Words are said, each with music in their hands but beyond that, where it counts... There's nothing to say. There never was.
Aoi can sit and stare out the window for hours, pretending to be working, 'wasting time away' someone once said, 'waiting'; always with a cup of coffee in his hands that he never remembers making and inbetween never remembers drinking. Until night falls and he's still awake, staring at the ceiling.
He'll leave his apartment, and walk alone until he get tired and return with an bag full of wasteful things from the combini, thinking of things he could say and things that had been. Not like Uruha who'd be running by now, under the shadow of a cool night; Uruha, who talks so easily.
Just not to him.
Nights could bleed into eachother, one after another, perpetual and ephemeral at the same time and he took to staying up and working, or waiting whichever the case could be; pushing himself harder until the point where when sleep came, it was dreamless. Or mostly so.
Always held each other. Never letting go. Through those freezing winter nights, through the summer days where they could barely stand to touch eachother, but were at a loss without the contact. Aoi sighed, finding himself smiling when he awoke, only to shatter the illusion with a frown and begin the cycle again.
Uruha... Was it you?
Perhaps, it was me. For no reason at all.
"Uruha, have you forgotten about me?" he asked candidly one day, standing in front of the other guitarist, stopping him in his tracks. "I dream of you..."
"Yuu..." Aoi couldn't help but smile at the stumbling voice, tripping so over his name.