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Title: Playing Hard To Get [1/?]
Author: hydesfangirl27/kawaii69kiss
Theme: 37. SAD
Rating: PG-13 [for now] mainly for language.
Pairing: Ruka X Sakito
Band[s]: Nightmare
Disclaimer: I don’t own Nightmare. And none of this happened.
Comments: So, I started this fic a loooooong time ago. It’s been written out in my notebook for a while, I’ve just been having a problem deciding where to end parts. I know exactly where this one is going, so it won’t be months between updates xD Also, I’ve decided to end my last fic for this pairing, Desperation, at ch.10. So, yeah. That’s that.I also wrote this with a theme that I realized just recently wasn't on the list >_< So, I thought sad would be appropriate. Comments are much appreciated, especially any constructive criticism. Or just criticism in general.
[oneshots] (COLD)
Desperation: (UGLY) (DENIAL) (ATTRACTION) (SICKNESS) (ACCIDENT) ( HATE ) (MORNING) (BEAUTY) (LOVE) ( HOT)
Another muggy Monday, another pointless interview with a bunch of nosy bastards. These things are so boring, where’s that donut I asked for?
“How about you Sakito, any crushes of you own?” This could be interesting.
“Hmm…I wouldn’t really call it a...”crush” but I do hold a rather deep admiration for a certain someone, yes.” I looked down in the direction of the guitarist, not surprised to meet his own wandering eyes, a soft smile directed to me. God, I hate him.
“And Ruka, how about yourself?” No I don’t.
“What…?” I stared at the interviewer dumbly to avoid the question with no luck.
“Is there any special someone you’ve got your eye on?” Damn, why does that never work?!
“Yes.” Now leave me alone.
“Any luck catching theirs?” Jerk.
“I’m not so sure. They confuse me.” Everyone laughed, because apparently I’m a funny guy. I glanced back over at Sakito, who was looking to the floor with what would appear to be guilt, but knowing him as I do, he’s just embarrassed.
~*~
After the interview, we all piled into our van and headed to the studio. Once we started moving, Sakito climbed into the seat next to me. Great.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” I looked at him strangely and he just frowned at me.
“I’m fine, thanks.” I replied dryly, gazing out the window so I didn’t have to look at his pouting face.
“You’re lying, something’s bothering you.” A warm palm turned my head so I was looking into his questioning eyes.
“Well right now you’re bothering me, so it’d be great if you’d leave me the hell alone.” I stared coldly at him, wishing he’d just go back with the other guys. He looked like he was going to cry.
His head dropped and he shifted a little away from me, eyes locked on something on the floor while he played with the bottom of his shirt. I felt like a jerk, but I’m a stubborn jerk so I just returned to staring out the window. I tried not to notice him sulking besides me, but my eyes kept flickering towards him every time he moved even in the slightest. A few minutes passed and I finally sighed and gave in.
I moved over towards him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, bringing him closer to me and stroked his arm with hand soothingly as he curled up to me. His hands were pressed firmly against my chest and his head dropped to my shoulder, breathing hot air across my neck to tease me. I smiled at the warm feeling the guitarist gave me when he was in my arms, squeezing him tighter for a brief minute and I felt him smirk.
“Hey Ruka?” Sakito’s voice was soft and child-like, fingers now innocently playing against my chest. I made a sound of acknowledgement, my eyes dropping shut and concentrating on the little gestures his fingers made.
“Who do you have a crush on?” His fingers stilled and I felt his head shift to look up at me, like he doesn’t already know.
“I’m not answering that.” I stated flatly, eyes still closed. I felt the smirk on his lips grow as he nuzzled his head against my neck, fingers traveling up to play with the hem of my shirt. He giggled as I playfully nipped at his fingers, bringing a smile to my own face.
~*~
“Alright guys, how about we call it a day?” Sakito announced cheerfully, earning approving groans and whatnot in response.
I came up from behind my love, wrapping my arms around his waist as he put his guitar away. He smiled, turning his head and kissed the side of my neck.
“What are you doing tonight?” My smile grew as he turned around in my arms and looped his arms around my neck.
“Just a quiet night at home, nothing special~” I knew I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but I couldn’t help it.
“How about the two of us go out to dinner later, maybe catch a movie or something?” he smiled and looked down at his feet, shaking his head before looking back up at me. Here we go again.
“Like a date?” I nodded and grinned.
“Yes, like a date. I’ll pick you up, pay and everything.”
“Mmm, I think I’ll have to pass. Maybe another time.”
He kissed me fully on the lips before his arms fell and he moved to leave. The feel of his lips lingering on my own was not the most comforting thing at the moment and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand groaning at the near hundredth rejection.
A hand gently squeezed my shoulder and I turned my head to the side to see my bassist, and good friend, Ni~Ya blowing smoke towards the door.
“He’s just playing hard to get, the bastard’ll come around, don’t worry.” I snickered at his reassurance and shook my head.
“Not soon enough….” I muttered with a defeated sigh and started the walk home.
He’s been ‘play hard to get’ as Ni~Ya always tells me for months now. Once I had realized how much I adored the younger man, I began hinting about some sort of relationship, other than just ‘good friends,’ and getting more and more frank about it until I finally just straight-out told him how much I felt for him. I’m still not sure it’s “love” but all I want is a chance. A chance which he doesn’t seem too fond of giving me just yet.
But of course, he just gave me some lame excuse to avoid the situation at hand, and aside from me asking him out on a date every chance I found, it was never really brought up again. I didn’t try to move past him, or ignore it, and I don’t ever plan to. Especially when he’s leading me on the whole time.
At least I know there’s hope. He wants to be with me-everyone with eyes can see it. But, for some reason, he won’t give it a chance. Maybe he’s not ready, I don’t know. It’s okay though; I can wait.
~*~
Upon arriving home, I threw myself across my sofa and fell asleep. Not something I usually do, but I needed to clear my mind, and sleep is generally the way to go about doing that.
The shrill ring of my home phone brought me from my dreamless-slumber. I groaned and slowly brought myself to a sitting position not really registering the fact that the phone was still ringing. I mindlessly stared at the blank television screen, the pick-up of my answering machine somewhere in the background.
“Hey Ruka, its Saki. I was hoping you’d be home but I guess-“I dove to the end-table, knocking the phone onto the floor just before I fell, hitting my head on something hard. I cursed grabbing at the phone and trying to sound normal.
“Ruka? Are you alri-“
“Sakito! Hi, oh yeah I’m fine, just uh. Sleeping.” I rubbed the back of my head and glared at the low table responsible.
“You curse in your sleep?”
“Yes, don’t you?” Smooth.
Two hours later, a sudden silence fell upon the conversation after some lame-ass story of mine. I was itching to ask him out again, new hope budding inside my head from the phone call. It was always like this. I’d ask him out at some point in the day, and he’d turn me down. He’d call me later that night and we’d talk for hours, until a thick silence fell upon the two of us, which is when I’d ask him out again and he’d just end the call with some stupid excuse.
“Sakito, you know I like you right? Like, I really like you.” Of course, knowing all of that never stopped me.
“Yes I do.” He laughed softly and I couldn’t help but laugh too.
“And you know how much I want to be with you, even if it was just for a little while. A…a chance, right?”
“I know Ruka. And…I really want to be with you too.” He hesitated at the last part and I could sense his fidgeting on the other line.
“So if you want to be with me, and I want to be with you, why aren’t we together?”
He sighed, “It’s not that easy-“
“Yes it is!” I felt my voice raise a bit, frustration invading my senses, “We can start by going out together. Friday night. Anywhere you want, it’ll be great~”
“Ruka. I-I can’t.”
“Yes you can! Sakito, please. Just once date, that’s all I’m asking for.” I knew how desperate I was beginning to sound, but I couldn’t help it. He could be so stubborn sometimes.
“I…Ruka, I’m sorry. I need to go. Food shopping. Another time.”
“No! There will never be another time, you know it! So just stop playing me like this. Please.”
“I….I’ll call-“
“Don’t. No more of this bullshit. Just stop leading me on. Not if you’re just going to leave me hurting like I am. I’m sick of you….” My brain screamed for me to shut the hell up but I couldn’t help it I just started rambling on about how sick of his games I was and started pointing out everything he’s ever done wrong. I felt like the worst person in the world, especially when he started crying. I stopped mid-sentence as soon as I heard the first sob break his silence.
Guilt overwhelmed me and my head spun as he openly cried to me over the phone. He didn’t say anything, he just cried. And I listened, wanting to go over there and hold him while he sobbed into my shoulder. But then I remembered that I was the one who made him cry, and he’d probably just hide. I took a deep breath as he finally calmed down and tried to keep my voice from shaking.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t…mean to make you cry. It’s just-“
“It’s okay. I get it. I’ll just, see you at practice or something.”
I opened my mouth to stop him, but the click of the phone shut me up when he hung up. I threw the phone down, pissed at myself. I’m such an ass.