Consciously in love (ReitaxRuki) One Shot
Title: Consciously in love
Chapter: 1/1
Author: kuki_panda
Genre: Fluffy
Warnings: ManxMan
Rating: R
Pairings: ReitaxRuki
Band: The Gazette
Disclaimer: I wish I could own them, especially Aoi, but sadly I don't.
Summary: After being fired for being liked, Ruki's on the hunt for a job. Will it be singing or something else? Does Reita have a secret?
Comments: This is a sequel to U nconsciously in love
How can anyone be nice? How can anyone be sincere? Life has never treated me well, so it’s obvious I hardly trusted anyone. I’ve always been a hard head, never liked excuses, never listened to advice. There was a time in my life when I created a little cave to hide any feelings, they could have been bad or even good… I would hide them. Everything I felt was eating me from the inside out, it wasn’t pretty. Would anything come to change the way I think? Maybe. Moving as far as I could from my past, would help me create a new future? Can one thing, one person, one gesture change me forever?
I was working at a restaurant for a year and it’s was good. Everything was okay until he began to take interest in me and unconsciously me in him. It began blooming after we went out one night. Two weeks after, I was in his office being fired because he liked me. He told me, he would help me get famous… *Sigh* I don’t think I could be a good star, I’m shy. He told me to go to at least one meeting with a record company and if I didn’t like it, he would help find a new, better job. I went… just entering the company, freaked me out. That wasn’t for me, but I went through with the meeting. They made me sample some songs and told me to wait for news. I knew that was a certain no.
While walking down the streets of this city, I found a fashion show on the go and it was free. Hey, it’s free, so I went in. That world was completely different, so much color, so much style. Photographers, designers and models everywhere. My world was changing. I felt the urge to be one of these important people, they had the power to make a person beautiful, they had the power to show they’re feelings with unique designs. I wanted to enter the world of designers. The models had they’re beauty enhanced with clothes, accessories, etc. Well, not counting the anorexic ones, that looked like walking skeletons.
I rushed home. I sat at my desk and these feelings within me started to pour out through my fingertips on to paper. The designs were dark, mysterious like the cave of hidden feelings. I never thought I could design. I guess my past is helping me with the future. I was never good at anything… well, I guess singing, according to Reita. Anyways, this felt right, this was truly me. I couldn’t the excitement, but my tired body and eyes were giving out on me. That night I fell asleep at 3 in the morning, but my sleep was interrupted at 7 by the ringing of my cell phone.
“Morning.”
“Eh?” I had no idea who it could be.
“How did it go yesterday?”
“Great.” I was still half asleep.
“You want to have breakfast together, I have some news for you.”
“Sure.”
“I’ll pick you up in half an hour.”
“Okay.”
“See you in a few, love.” The person hung up.
I threw the cell phone on the bed and covered myself again. A few minutes passed and I heard the word ‘love’ in my head again. “Fuck! That was Reita! He’ll be here in… less than 20 minutes!” I quickly went to the shower and got all beautiful for him.
Since I got fired, Reita and I have been going out. It’s been great, he’s a perfect gentlemen… I hate it. I was treated like trash in the past and I don’t want to be treated like that again, but… We’ve been going out for almost a month and… well… he hasn’t touched me. A little peck on the cheek, but I want more. I’m a human being… I have the need for a breathe taking, passionate kiss. Maybe I should wait and see what he really wants with me. I know he likes me, even though he hasn’t said it again. Taking it slow is good, it shows what a person really wants with you.
Still in the bathroom, I heard the bell ring, “Crap!” I opened the door and saw the most handsome man with a glass bottle of wine? “Isn’t it early to drink?”
“Can I come in?”
I had a tiny heart attack at that moment, “Su…sure.”
“Thank you! And it’s not wine, it’s juice.”
“Ooooooh! I thought you wanted to get me drunk and…” What the hell am I saying?
“And?”
“Nothing!” That was embarrassing. “Eh… So… You wanted to talk to me about?”
“Oh, yeah! I have good news! The president of the music company called me and…” He had the most sexiest smile, “He wants you!”
“He wants me?” That sounded a bit strange.
“Yeah! He wants to sign you. He said, you could be the vocalist of a band.”
“Oh!” I didn’t want that. I can’t be that. I won’t be that.
Reita saw my expression, “Aren’t you happy?”
“Yeah… but…” I tried to avoid eye contact with him, but he knew better than I knew myself.
He gentle grabbed my cheek and got close to my small frame, “But you don’t want to sing, do you?” It felt like he knew me for years.
“No.” I spoke with a slight quiver in my voice.
“That’s ok.” I saw his beautiful lips adoring a smile. “What do you want to do?”
I scrunched my face, narrowed my eyes away and with I said, “Design.”
“Really?” He sounded shocked.
“Yeah…” Our moment of tactile interaction came to a halt when I sat on the sofa. “After the sampling, I came across a fashion show and… it brought ideas to me.”
The brunette sat next to me, “Do you know anything about it?”
“Not really, but when I got home I threw some ideas on paper and this came out.” I handed him 20 or 25 drawings I had placed on the coffee table from the night before.
He carefully went through and analyzed each and every single drawing. I was worried because he had such a serious face. Was I any good? He should know, he’s always wearing high class clothing, for his work. I remember the first night we went out… He was wearing black pants, snake skin shoes and a dark blue, almost silky shirt. When I touched his shoulder and felt it… I wanted to lay on him and fall asleep there; it was so soft. Oh! And don’t forget that noseband… A few minutes passed and he placed the papers on the table. He bit his lip. ‘Damn’ went through my head. He turned towards me and grabbed my hand.
“Love…” I love it when he calls me love. “How can I says this?”
“Am I that bad?”
“No! You are great! You have no experience, but you know how to combine certain colors to make the design unique.”
“Really…?”
“Unique like you.”
Could he tell I was blushing? How come he knew how to woo me so perfectly?
“I’ve never told this to anyone, so please keep it a secret.”
“Ok.”
“The reason I wear this…” He pointed to his nose, while taking a deep breathe, “It’s because when I was in high school I got into a fight and… I have a scar on my nose.” He looked away, “I’m ashamed of it, even thought I should be proud of it.”
He’s ashamed, when he should be proud? “Why?”
“The fight was over a guy… He was with a guy that used him. I almost kill him when I found out what he did. I couldn’t help, but be mad and jealous. He was with the man I liked, I could never forgive him for what he did to that precious treasure that I still hold in my heart.”
No wonder he hasn’t kissed me… HE STILL LIKES SOMEONE! “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you’re the only one who would understand.”
“Eh?”
“I promised not to show this scar to anyone, expect to the one who caused it.” I wasn’t understanding. He began to untie the noseband. “And now is the time to show to that person how much anger I felt when I found out what that guy did to him.”
I was in shock when I saw his nose… “Wait… where’s the scar?”
“Can’t you see it?” He got closer.
Our breathe were combining with the closeness. I became flushed. It was the first time we’ve been so close.
“Do you see it?”
“Yeah…” It was the smallest scar. “Wh…why are you showing me this?” I was getting nervous with the sensation of his lips so close to mine.
He suddenly grabbed my head, “You never knew… I existed.”
“What?”
“I was your shadow, I protected you. I prevented that rumor of you sleeping with that guys from going any farther. I was a dork back then. I had dull black hair, fashion less, boring, but when I got here I decided to change… for you. I knew I might never see you again, but it was for me. Then I saw you, Takanori, in my restaurant looking for a job… how could I say no? After analyzing the situation, I couldn’t allow the relationship bloom in a work place…”
“Shut up!”
“What?”
“Just shut up!”
“But, why?”
I demonstrated my why, by kissing him. Oh, my! I was kissing the dork that followed me. Who would have know he knew how to sway me and at that moment how erotic his kissing was. My insides felt happy and giddy. Why didn’t I look back at my shadow? Why did I look towards the light? Darkness, can be better than light.
I back out from the kiss, watched his soul melting eyes, “Once a dork, always a dork and now I have the most sexiest dork to adore. I knew you had a crush on me, but was blinded by… You were always the best for me, I’m sorry I realized this now. Can I take care of you now?”
“No!”
My eyes widen, I sat frozen.
“It’ll be my pleasure to continue taking care of you. If you want to design, I’ll help you with anything you need, love.”
“Love!”
I hated that word, I hated the meaning, I hated the concept completely. Love, four simple letters with an important meaning that can change the way you think and your life. I never thought this could happen, but it did. My heart beats at a normal speed with the exception of rapid beating. The cause: Reita aka The most sexiest dork alive. Okay, he’s not a dork anymore. He has the most bad ass body you can imagine. My whole being is happy. I can finally put my past in the past and continue living the present… with Reita. If wondering minds wonder, that night… WE DID IT! It was amazing! He took me to the office, we had a few discussions, we looked and touched some things. The different imagines and colors going across my eyes, the feeling, the caressing, the texture against me, it felt orgasmic. The fabric we choose for my first official design was perfect.
There is nothing better then having a naked model in front of you and that model being… Reita. Of course I had to try out the model… for measuring reasons. He enjoyed it as much as I did. Well, we both measured and felt things, it doesn’t matter with what part of the body it was. But a note from my heart: I’m consciously in love.
***
A/N: So??
Chapter: 1/1
Author: kuki_panda
Genre: Fluffy
Warnings: ManxMan
Rating: R
Pairings: ReitaxRuki
Band: The Gazette
Disclaimer: I wish I could own them, especially Aoi, but sadly I don't.
Summary: After being fired for being liked, Ruki's on the hunt for a job. Will it be singing or something else? Does Reita have a secret?
Comments: This is a sequel to U nconsciously in love
How can anyone be nice? How can anyone be sincere? Life has never treated me well, so it’s obvious I hardly trusted anyone. I’ve always been a hard head, never liked excuses, never listened to advice. There was a time in my life when I created a little cave to hide any feelings, they could have been bad or even good… I would hide them. Everything I felt was eating me from the inside out, it wasn’t pretty. Would anything come to change the way I think? Maybe. Moving as far as I could from my past, would help me create a new future? Can one thing, one person, one gesture change me forever?
I was working at a restaurant for a year and it’s was good. Everything was okay until he began to take interest in me and unconsciously me in him. It began blooming after we went out one night. Two weeks after, I was in his office being fired because he liked me. He told me, he would help me get famous… *Sigh* I don’t think I could be a good star, I’m shy. He told me to go to at least one meeting with a record company and if I didn’t like it, he would help find a new, better job. I went… just entering the company, freaked me out. That wasn’t for me, but I went through with the meeting. They made me sample some songs and told me to wait for news. I knew that was a certain no.
While walking down the streets of this city, I found a fashion show on the go and it was free. Hey, it’s free, so I went in. That world was completely different, so much color, so much style. Photographers, designers and models everywhere. My world was changing. I felt the urge to be one of these important people, they had the power to make a person beautiful, they had the power to show they’re feelings with unique designs. I wanted to enter the world of designers. The models had they’re beauty enhanced with clothes, accessories, etc. Well, not counting the anorexic ones, that looked like walking skeletons.
I rushed home. I sat at my desk and these feelings within me started to pour out through my fingertips on to paper. The designs were dark, mysterious like the cave of hidden feelings. I never thought I could design. I guess my past is helping me with the future. I was never good at anything… well, I guess singing, according to Reita. Anyways, this felt right, this was truly me. I couldn’t the excitement, but my tired body and eyes were giving out on me. That night I fell asleep at 3 in the morning, but my sleep was interrupted at 7 by the ringing of my cell phone.
“Morning.”
“Eh?” I had no idea who it could be.
“How did it go yesterday?”
“Great.” I was still half asleep.
“You want to have breakfast together, I have some news for you.”
“Sure.”
“I’ll pick you up in half an hour.”
“Okay.”
“See you in a few, love.” The person hung up.
I threw the cell phone on the bed and covered myself again. A few minutes passed and I heard the word ‘love’ in my head again. “Fuck! That was Reita! He’ll be here in… less than 20 minutes!” I quickly went to the shower and got all beautiful for him.
Since I got fired, Reita and I have been going out. It’s been great, he’s a perfect gentlemen… I hate it. I was treated like trash in the past and I don’t want to be treated like that again, but… We’ve been going out for almost a month and… well… he hasn’t touched me. A little peck on the cheek, but I want more. I’m a human being… I have the need for a breathe taking, passionate kiss. Maybe I should wait and see what he really wants with me. I know he likes me, even though he hasn’t said it again. Taking it slow is good, it shows what a person really wants with you.
Still in the bathroom, I heard the bell ring, “Crap!” I opened the door and saw the most handsome man with a glass bottle of wine? “Isn’t it early to drink?”
“Can I come in?”
I had a tiny heart attack at that moment, “Su…sure.”
“Thank you! And it’s not wine, it’s juice.”
“Ooooooh! I thought you wanted to get me drunk and…” What the hell am I saying?
“And?”
“Nothing!” That was embarrassing. “Eh… So… You wanted to talk to me about?”
“Oh, yeah! I have good news! The president of the music company called me and…” He had the most sexiest smile, “He wants you!”
“He wants me?” That sounded a bit strange.
“Yeah! He wants to sign you. He said, you could be the vocalist of a band.”
“Oh!” I didn’t want that. I can’t be that. I won’t be that.
Reita saw my expression, “Aren’t you happy?”
“Yeah… but…” I tried to avoid eye contact with him, but he knew better than I knew myself.
He gentle grabbed my cheek and got close to my small frame, “But you don’t want to sing, do you?” It felt like he knew me for years.
“No.” I spoke with a slight quiver in my voice.
“That’s ok.” I saw his beautiful lips adoring a smile. “What do you want to do?”
I scrunched my face, narrowed my eyes away and with I said, “Design.”
“Really?” He sounded shocked.
“Yeah…” Our moment of tactile interaction came to a halt when I sat on the sofa. “After the sampling, I came across a fashion show and… it brought ideas to me.”
The brunette sat next to me, “Do you know anything about it?”
“Not really, but when I got home I threw some ideas on paper and this came out.” I handed him 20 or 25 drawings I had placed on the coffee table from the night before.
He carefully went through and analyzed each and every single drawing. I was worried because he had such a serious face. Was I any good? He should know, he’s always wearing high class clothing, for his work. I remember the first night we went out… He was wearing black pants, snake skin shoes and a dark blue, almost silky shirt. When I touched his shoulder and felt it… I wanted to lay on him and fall asleep there; it was so soft. Oh! And don’t forget that noseband… A few minutes passed and he placed the papers on the table. He bit his lip. ‘Damn’ went through my head. He turned towards me and grabbed my hand.
“Love…” I love it when he calls me love. “How can I says this?”
“Am I that bad?”
“No! You are great! You have no experience, but you know how to combine certain colors to make the design unique.”
“Really…?”
“Unique like you.”
Could he tell I was blushing? How come he knew how to woo me so perfectly?
“I’ve never told this to anyone, so please keep it a secret.”
“Ok.”
“The reason I wear this…” He pointed to his nose, while taking a deep breathe, “It’s because when I was in high school I got into a fight and… I have a scar on my nose.” He looked away, “I’m ashamed of it, even thought I should be proud of it.”
He’s ashamed, when he should be proud? “Why?”
“The fight was over a guy… He was with a guy that used him. I almost kill him when I found out what he did. I couldn’t help, but be mad and jealous. He was with the man I liked, I could never forgive him for what he did to that precious treasure that I still hold in my heart.”
No wonder he hasn’t kissed me… HE STILL LIKES SOMEONE! “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you’re the only one who would understand.”
“Eh?”
“I promised not to show this scar to anyone, expect to the one who caused it.” I wasn’t understanding. He began to untie the noseband. “And now is the time to show to that person how much anger I felt when I found out what that guy did to him.”
I was in shock when I saw his nose… “Wait… where’s the scar?”
“Can’t you see it?” He got closer.
Our breathe were combining with the closeness. I became flushed. It was the first time we’ve been so close.
“Do you see it?”
“Yeah…” It was the smallest scar. “Wh…why are you showing me this?” I was getting nervous with the sensation of his lips so close to mine.
He suddenly grabbed my head, “You never knew… I existed.”
“What?”
“I was your shadow, I protected you. I prevented that rumor of you sleeping with that guys from going any farther. I was a dork back then. I had dull black hair, fashion less, boring, but when I got here I decided to change… for you. I knew I might never see you again, but it was for me. Then I saw you, Takanori, in my restaurant looking for a job… how could I say no? After analyzing the situation, I couldn’t allow the relationship bloom in a work place…”
“Shut up!”
“What?”
“Just shut up!”
“But, why?”
I demonstrated my why, by kissing him. Oh, my! I was kissing the dork that followed me. Who would have know he knew how to sway me and at that moment how erotic his kissing was. My insides felt happy and giddy. Why didn’t I look back at my shadow? Why did I look towards the light? Darkness, can be better than light.
I back out from the kiss, watched his soul melting eyes, “Once a dork, always a dork and now I have the most sexiest dork to adore. I knew you had a crush on me, but was blinded by… You were always the best for me, I’m sorry I realized this now. Can I take care of you now?”
“No!”
My eyes widen, I sat frozen.
“It’ll be my pleasure to continue taking care of you. If you want to design, I’ll help you with anything you need, love.”
“Love!”
I hated that word, I hated the meaning, I hated the concept completely. Love, four simple letters with an important meaning that can change the way you think and your life. I never thought this could happen, but it did. My heart beats at a normal speed with the exception of rapid beating. The cause: Reita aka The most sexiest dork alive. Okay, he’s not a dork anymore. He has the most bad ass body you can imagine. My whole being is happy. I can finally put my past in the past and continue living the present… with Reita. If wondering minds wonder, that night… WE DID IT! It was amazing! He took me to the office, we had a few discussions, we looked and touched some things. The different imagines and colors going across my eyes, the feeling, the caressing, the texture against me, it felt orgasmic. The fabric we choose for my first official design was perfect.
There is nothing better then having a naked model in front of you and that model being… Reita. Of course I had to try out the model… for measuring reasons. He enjoyed it as much as I did. Well, we both measured and felt things, it doesn’t matter with what part of the body it was. But a note from my heart: I’m consciously in love.
***
A/N: So??