[Ruki & Reita] Wait for Me [3a / ??]
Title: Wait for Me
Genre: Romance ; AU ; Drama
Author: rukixtora
Beta Reader: No one.
Chapters: 3a / ??
Band: the GazettE
Characters: Ruki & Reita, Uruha (Ruki & Uruha later on.)
Rating: PG
Summary: "They had several of things in common and the both put hard work into their creations - but the feeling towards Uruha was just unexplainable - like he was the one for him."
Dedication: Every chapter goes to rhythmslip.
Notes: Only part one of chapter three. I've been having some serious writer block so, I'll post part two once everything is back to normal. Enjoy.
Previously: One, Two
Ruki sighed, his eyes averting around the small café briefly before allowing them to fall on Uruha - who was currently getting the coffee that he promised. Somehow, Ruki didn’t even know why he actually agreed to have a drink with someone that he didn’t even know completely, but there was this… feeling that pulled him closer to the other man that he couldn’t describe. All he knew was that he never had this sort of feeling towards Reita, and made him worry.
He knew that Reita and he were meant to be together, since they have been inseparable the first day they actually meet. They had several of things in common and the both put hard work into their creations - but the feeling towards Uruha was just unexplainable - like he was the one for him.
Shaking out of his thoughts, Ruki smiled gently as he noticed the other man bringing over two cups of coffee, setting one in front of him as Uruha sat down across from him.
“So,” Uruha began, looking down at the hot liquid, his fingers wrapping around the cardboard cup unthinkingly, “I hope I didn’t cause too much trouble for you today - asking if you wanted to have a cup of coffee and everything. I just wanted to apologise for not telling you that the meeting was cancelled earlier and making you come all the way here,” he whispered. Ruki cleared his throat and leaned further forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the smooth texture of the table and shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s alright,” he said, waving off the whole problem, “I actually need some fresh air anyway. Being locked up in your house, painting for several hours is clearly not good, so, it’s quite alright,” he mumbled, lifting his coffee and placing it on his lips gently, tilting the cup up slightly and allowed the liquid to travel down his throat.
Uruha sighed in relief. “That’s good, because I thought you would be mad or something,” he laughed quietly before mimicking the painters actions, placing the cup to the side after he took a sip, “So, how long have to painted, Matsumoto-san?” he asked.
Licking his lips, Ruki shrugged again, placing the coffee to the side and tilted his head as he thought. “For about seven years, I believe. I started when I was nineteen,” he stated. Uruha looked at him in awe, leaning forward across the table unconsciously.
“Really? So, you’re only twenty-six and you’re already famous?” the man said, “Wow. You must really have talent,”
Ruki blushed slightly, and absently played with his hearing aid. “I guess you can say that…” he murmured, looking out the window and toned out everything in the café, focusing on the clouds outside as he began to visit his own world again, but soon jumped briefly as the familiar ring of his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. Sighing, he looked back at Uruha.
The other man nodded, “It’s fine.” he smiled. Ruki apologised softly and stood up, walking outside to answer his phone call.
“Hello?” he greeted emotionlessly, pursing his lips slightly.
“Hey Ru,” the voice answered, “Its Reita.”
“Oh! What’s wrong?”
The other line hesitated before speaking again. “…I just wanted to see if you were okay.” Reita whispered. Ruki blinked, tilting his head. It wasn’t like Reita to call him out of nowhere to ask if he was alright - a matter of fact, this was the first time he actually did that.
“I’m fine, Rei. Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know. Before I feel asleep… I got a strange feeling that something was going to happen to you,” the other man explained and soon sighed, “But, I guess if you say that you’re okay, then I have nothing to worry about.”
Ruki bit his bottom lip, looking back in the window behind him to look at Uruha briefly before turning back around, bringing the phone close to his mouth and let out a semi-shaky breath. “I love you, Reita,” he whispered carefully, waiting for the other man to respond to the three words that most people have a hard time saying - but one his note, it was easy to say to the person who you cared about; who you only cared about.
He began to worry once he didn’t hear from Reita after a minute past. What if he didn’t love him back? What if he was actually cheating on him? No. That couldn’t happen - it can’t happen. Not when they’ve been together for all this time, unless, their love was actually slipping away and fading to abyss.
That could happen… couldn’t it?
“Rei…?”
“I… love you too, Ru,” Reita said quietly, his voice mixed with confusion and uncertainty, “I-I have to go. I’ll see you when you come home.”
Click.
Ruki stared blankly at the ground after the other man hanged up, wishing that he could go t his own world that could comfort him at this time, but couldn’t. What if Reita didn’t love him anymore? What if he found someone else?
What if.
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Reita threw the phone on the couch and groaned softly in his hands. How could he just blow Ruki off like that? It wasn’t exactly the first time that they said I love you to each other with ease before, but this time, it was just too difficult to do so.
He took a deep breath and stood up and looked around the living room, admiring the marble-floored foyer, the pristine white couches that faced each other, separated though by a large, ornately carved coffee table, several of painting on the wall that Ruki made himself - of course - to give the place a ‘kick’.
Sighing, he walked towards his desk and stared at the blank piece of paper in front of him emotionlessly and thought. As far as he known, he hasn’t done anything to give this place a ‘kick’, it was always Ruki who did everything so… perfectly. The only thing that he did was just stay with the man while he struggled to finish his writing pieces while Ruki did everything. While he struggled, Ruki flew pass everything that was in his way, waving off everything as if it was a passing chore that he did so much.
In his eyes, Ruki was some sort of saint. Completing his paintings in such a quick amount of time and still was able to premiers, interviews and photo shoots for his pieces and still has time to tell Reita that he loved him. And Reita was basically… nothing probably in the painter’s eyes, just pretending to love him and such.
At least, that’s what Reita thought.