Round and round - Uruha x Aoi
Title - Round and round.
Author - koihitoyo
Rating - PG, you can read with your abuelita in the room.
Warnings - Unbeta-ed, English is not my main language, so any mistakes are more than human.
Pairings - Uruha x Aoi
Summary - Their life is just a loop in the Universe.
Disclaimers - I own them and you can't tell me that I don't. By the way, my shrink says I'm delusional and in denial.
He would flick the silver zippo every time the other man was in the room.
Open and close. Open and close. Open and...
Light up.
The flame would lick a spot dangerously close to his long and harmed fingers. Would almost burn the set of bandages for his bloody digits, that played the same melancholic tune all night long, all alone in the dinner room that used to smell like delicious food-- now it smells like naftalene and mold, boxes and boxes of take out food hanging on a unsteady pile.
Just like his heart, held in a thin line, gathering dust just like that old toy in the corner of the room, noticed by everyone who cared, but invisible to one he wanted.
After all these months, Uruha couldn't light up a cigarette, it didn't have the same taste as that ones they would smoke after a glorious night, nor those that his now ex-lover would light up between those delicious lips, infecting them with a sweet taste that was unique to that man.
He couldn't pace the hall of his own house and take a look to his living room. A beautiful designed, an expensive room, where the main piece was missing.
Aoi -clothed or not, with guitar or without it, fixed up for some drinks or just wearing his coffee stained shirt.
The months were boring, playing songs was boring. The harmonic wouldn't play in his own house as it used when his guitar and its twin would entwine in a beautiful melody-- where his lips and its twin would entwine in a kiss.
Seeing the other man was painful; he looked older, bolder, stronger, the happiest he'd ever seen. Seeing his reflection was even more painful; Uruha looked aged, frail, thorned, the shittiest he'd ever seen.
Being alone with him would only make things worse-- just like now. The blond guitarist would flick the annoying metal piece --open and closed, open and close. Light up. Flick off. And that unnatural silence that hanged above their heads made their backs heavy. Aoi would just sit in the black used couch, eyes darting everywhere in the room, except to where Uruha was making his little metallic noise.
Just another irritant pattern on their lives.
But finally Uruha could see a change. Aoi's eyes stayed for timid seconds looking at him before being discovered and turned away, the younger guitarist smiled, closing the zippo, killing its flame before making a move to the couch that sunk lightly at his weight.
"Do you believe in the infinity?" He asked, his eyes piercing the other man avoiding gaze.
"I don't know for sure." A shy answer, but nevertheless an answer. The blond reached out and took Aoi's palm in his hands, drawing the symbol with his own hurt fingers, the rough white material tainting that soft skin beneath its form.
"It's just like this... I think it started as a straight line, just a plain straight line going on and on... But you see, chaos distort things, so it distorted the infinity, but I guess it is smarter than all of us, so that never ending line twisted itself and connected the end with the beginning... Forever in this loop, satisfying the chaos and itself... Always, round and round. To the end. Back to where it started. And to the end that has no end." The older man relaxed on his seat, with an almost silent sigh, feeling his hand being traced over and over by Uruha's finger.
"So?" Uruha smiled, lips reaching Aoi's ear to murmur something, to touch it like it used to do right in their beginning-- with such a delicacy and discretion as dandelion in the wind.
"When our infinity is coming back to its begin? I mean, are we that selfish to go against the order of the Universe by shutting ourselves in our shells and ignoring the path we should have gone?" Brunette long locks resting along with a head in his shoulder held his answer between full lips for long seconds-- longer than he wanted.
"I'm not the personification of the order of the Universe, Uruha. I can only guess. Guess and wait for the pound of the gavel in their hands to tell me I'm right, but... I think we broke the pattern you know? No more click-click-flame from you, no more avoiding from me. That must mean something. That can either mean that we reached the obscured part of the infinity loop, or that we reached our start line again. I guess it's up to us to decide..."
"Then what do you decide?" Aoi looked up, his dark eyes drowning in something Uruha hadn't seen for a while. Something he knew so well. Something he longed for so long.
"I think it's our start line again." He could see his own smile mirrored in those two dark pools before they closed, leaning in for his shoulder and his own calloused and thorn hands made their way around a small waist. Just like long ago. Round and round. Just like always.
Author - koihitoyo
Rating - PG, you can read with your abuelita in the room.
Warnings - Unbeta-ed, English is not my main language, so any mistakes are more than human.
Pairings - Uruha x Aoi
Summary - Their life is just a loop in the Universe.
Disclaimers - I own them and you can't tell me that I don't. By the way, my shrink says I'm delusional and in denial.
He would flick the silver zippo every time the other man was in the room.
Open and close. Open and close. Open and...
Light up.
The flame would lick a spot dangerously close to his long and harmed fingers. Would almost burn the set of bandages for his bloody digits, that played the same melancholic tune all night long, all alone in the dinner room that used to smell like delicious food-- now it smells like naftalene and mold, boxes and boxes of take out food hanging on a unsteady pile.
Just like his heart, held in a thin line, gathering dust just like that old toy in the corner of the room, noticed by everyone who cared, but invisible to one he wanted.
After all these months, Uruha couldn't light up a cigarette, it didn't have the same taste as that ones they would smoke after a glorious night, nor those that his now ex-lover would light up between those delicious lips, infecting them with a sweet taste that was unique to that man.
He couldn't pace the hall of his own house and take a look to his living room. A beautiful designed, an expensive room, where the main piece was missing.
Aoi -clothed or not, with guitar or without it, fixed up for some drinks or just wearing his coffee stained shirt.
The months were boring, playing songs was boring. The harmonic wouldn't play in his own house as it used when his guitar and its twin would entwine in a beautiful melody-- where his lips and its twin would entwine in a kiss.
Seeing the other man was painful; he looked older, bolder, stronger, the happiest he'd ever seen. Seeing his reflection was even more painful; Uruha looked aged, frail, thorned, the shittiest he'd ever seen.
Being alone with him would only make things worse-- just like now. The blond guitarist would flick the annoying metal piece --open and closed, open and close. Light up. Flick off. And that unnatural silence that hanged above their heads made their backs heavy. Aoi would just sit in the black used couch, eyes darting everywhere in the room, except to where Uruha was making his little metallic noise.
Just another irritant pattern on their lives.
But finally Uruha could see a change. Aoi's eyes stayed for timid seconds looking at him before being discovered and turned away, the younger guitarist smiled, closing the zippo, killing its flame before making a move to the couch that sunk lightly at his weight.
"Do you believe in the infinity?" He asked, his eyes piercing the other man avoiding gaze.
"I don't know for sure." A shy answer, but nevertheless an answer. The blond reached out and took Aoi's palm in his hands, drawing the symbol with his own hurt fingers, the rough white material tainting that soft skin beneath its form.
"It's just like this... I think it started as a straight line, just a plain straight line going on and on... But you see, chaos distort things, so it distorted the infinity, but I guess it is smarter than all of us, so that never ending line twisted itself and connected the end with the beginning... Forever in this loop, satisfying the chaos and itself... Always, round and round. To the end. Back to where it started. And to the end that has no end." The older man relaxed on his seat, with an almost silent sigh, feeling his hand being traced over and over by Uruha's finger.
"So?" Uruha smiled, lips reaching Aoi's ear to murmur something, to touch it like it used to do right in their beginning-- with such a delicacy and discretion as dandelion in the wind.
"When our infinity is coming back to its begin? I mean, are we that selfish to go against the order of the Universe by shutting ourselves in our shells and ignoring the path we should have gone?" Brunette long locks resting along with a head in his shoulder held his answer between full lips for long seconds-- longer than he wanted.
"I'm not the personification of the order of the Universe, Uruha. I can only guess. Guess and wait for the pound of the gavel in their hands to tell me I'm right, but... I think we broke the pattern you know? No more click-click-flame from you, no more avoiding from me. That must mean something. That can either mean that we reached the obscured part of the infinity loop, or that we reached our start line again. I guess it's up to us to decide..."
"Then what do you decide?" Aoi looked up, his dark eyes drowning in something Uruha hadn't seen for a while. Something he knew so well. Something he longed for so long.
"I think it's our start line again." He could see his own smile mirrored in those two dark pools before they closed, leaning in for his shoulder and his own calloused and thorn hands made their way around a small waist. Just like long ago. Round and round. Just like always.