[Ruki / Reita] Colourblind [1 / 2]
Title: Colourblind
Genre: Romance ; Drama ; Failed humour ; some fluff ; some angst
Rating: PG - 13
Characters: Ruki / Reita ; Takanori / Akira
Author:
rukixtora
Chapters: 1 / 2
Summary: "...Thinking that you was still mad at me," Takanori whispered.
Note: Submitted this in for English (Writing) class two days ago, got it back today - and reciveved a 100%. ._.' And, she didn't even mind the slight swear words and the yaoiness.. :D And I thought it was really random. So. Yeah.
A sigh escaped Akira’s lips as he shifted through several pages of sheet music lying on the living room floor before him. At twenty - seven, he was already a well known bassist; completing the fifth respected member in the GazettE. His average attitude, abnormal dress code - even the tone of his voice was the key points of recognizing him in the band.
For the twenty seven years he had been living on this earth, he had to admit, that he have been in a lot of shit, from getting into abusive fights to getting arrested for shop - lifting; he had a funny way of knowing that it wasn’t the end of it. Finally choosing to take a break from his daily practicing, he settled his bass to the side and stood up, stretching his arms, opening joints that had been cramped up from the amount of hours he had been playing. Turning on his heel, he instantly stopped, a slight gasp exiting his throat as he saw him again; witting at the window sill - smoking a newly paid for cigarette. Takanori would always appear like that exact window, staring at nothing other than the sky and would casually smoke his cigarette. Often times, Akira would ask him why we would always do this daily event - receiving no answer. The bassist would, also, get jealous, seeing how this is the only time they could be alone together; but he would get no attention what’s-so-ever.
Getting annoyed by this, Akira walked over to the other man, sitting on the window sill and gently grabbed the vocalist chin - forcing him to look at him. Their eyes met briefly before Takanori blinked and stared at the ceiling, sighing softly.
“What’s wrong, Takanori?” Akira asked, his thumb trailing over the other’s bottom lip, “Why won’t you speak to me anymore?” Takanori was silent for a long while before he closed his eyes.
“Colours,” he whispered. In result, Akira gently raised an eyebrow; not fully understanding what he was talking about.
“What about colours?”
“...I can’t see them anymore.”
Akira laughed a bit, thinking that all of this was merely a joke. He leaned forwards and kissed the other’s forehead. “Well, of course you can’t see them - your eyes are closed, silly,” he chuckled. Takanori shook his head “no” before shifting in his seat slightly.
“Even with my own two eyes open, I cannot see the colours that were given to me since the day that I was born. Akira,” he stopped, licking his bottom lip, “I’m colourblind.” He said. Even with a serious tone, Akira still didn’t believe him - because he didn’t want to accept it.
“Come on now, Takanori. You seriously cannot be colourblind because you cannot get it over the night. It’s... unnatural,”
“Do you Kouyou ever tell you what happened to me at rehearsal three weeks ago? The day that you couldn’t make it?” Takanori sighed.
“Uh, no?”
“An accident happen with one of the chemicals that was in the oven while I was fixing lunch for everyone, and somehow, it ended in my eyes,” Takanori explained, opening his eyes, “That’s why I didn’t come home for two weeks. I tried to explain to you why, but you were too upset - too worried- to let me get at least one word out of my mouth; so I stopped talking; thinking that you were still mad at me.”
Akira listened to the explanation that the vocalist had to offer, lips parted slightly in disbelief. He shook his head, not wanting to listen any further. “Akira?” a voice whispered, a soft hand caressed his cheek lightly.
“Yeah?” the bassist whispered back, his voice cracking a bit.
“Don’t be sad,”
“I’m not sad,” Akira whispered, biting his bottom lip, “Just frustrated.”
“Why? This isn’t your problem to worry about,”
“It is my problem to worry about. You are part of my life now. If you get hurt, then I get hurt; and right now - my heart hurts.”
“Akira...”
“Why didn’t you say anything to me instead of being silent?”
“I told you, I thought you was still mad at me,”
“Oh,” Akira huffed, “Right,”
“Are you sad, Akira?”
“Taka-“
“Are you? Are you worried about me?”
“I... Yes, I am,”
Takanori smiled, “Well, being colourblind doesn’t mean that I’m going to die, so I’m not going anywhere,” he promise, “It it won’t mean that I’ll stop loving you,”
Akira pursed his lips, feeling tears build up from his eyes. “Stop being such an asshole,” he laughed silently, shoving the vocalist, “Dammit, I aren’t you suppose to cry?” he asked, wiping tears from his eyes.
“Why should I?” Takanori asked, using his dumb to removing some forgotten tears that Akira had missed, “I told you - as long as I’m not dying - I’ll be happy,”
“Happy?”
A nod. “Happy. With you of course,”
“But, what will you do now that you’re colourblind?”
“Hm... I could always imagine the colours now; after all, I wanted to be a painter, so I can now imagine the colours of my world,” Takanori tilted his head to the side, “You know, it amazing how well you are taking this,”
“What do you mean?”
“I would have thought that when I told you, you’ll be jumping off the walls with grief,”
“Well, that was one of my opinions, but when you explained everything, I knew that everything was going to be okay,”
Takanori smirked, “Manly Akira is really manly, isn’t he?”
“Stop it,”
“Even a man cries, Akira,”
“I know,”
“So, cry if you want,” Takanori patted his own shoulder, “I’m here if you need someone to cry on,”
“What about you? Did you cry when it happened?”
“Of course I did. It hurt like hell. And while I was in the hospital, I realized that everything I’ve done in my life is based on reality, something that you can’t really change,”
“Why are you being such a sap?”
“Because I can.”