[FIC] Invasion - Reita x Ruki (Drabble)
Title : INVASION
Author : miyabi_is_dead
Pairing : Reita x Ruki (the GazettE)
Genre : Crack
Chapters : Drabble
Rating : PG-13
Warning : Unbeta-ed mistakes
Disclaimer : All members of the GazettE belong to themselves. I only own the story.
Summary : Another scene taken from our favorite pairing~
Comment : Written for Whateverfest2011 held in _quaintnotion
Prompt :
by bottledfreedom
"Uruha you fucktwat!!"
The guitarist jumped in surprise as a familiar dork snatched the cocktail off his hand and gulped the bluish liquid in one straight gulp. His facial expression went from shocked to annoyed in less then five seconds.
"And I hope you did realize that you have to pay for that glass, you moron."
Reita glared at his best friend with the most vicious stare he could ever manage to form. The blonde said nothing and kept locking his gaze on Uruha, silently hoping that this tall creature would develop the ability to read minds.
"What??!" The guitarist snapped.
"Traitor."
Uruha knitted his eyebrows in confusion. "Excuse me?"
"You promised not to tell."
With that, the taller man's memory instantly flew to a certain...well...secret. And realization hit him, hard.
Uruha turned to look at something, anything, except the desperate bassist who looked like a kicked-out puppy in front of him.
"You promised not a living thing would know!"
The guitarist knew he could not win this debate because yes it was his damn fault. But he blamed it on a glass of tequila he had a couple of hours ago. So he did that one thing he could possibly do to defend himself.
"Hitler promised not to invade Czechoslovakia, Reita. Welcome to the real world."
The bassist was about to throw one of his best comments ever on his best friend when the apartment door was suddenly opened, revealing the slim form of a certain vocalist with the most unreadable expression on his beautiful face.
And Reita felt his blood decided to do a free fall from his brain.
No escape.
"Good luck~". Uruha patted his friend's shoulder and stood up from his seat, while Reita was glued to his spot.
The bassist did not dare to look at Ruki so he just tried to drill a hole on the ground with his piercing stare. He heard Uruha saying goodbye before the apartment door was being closed, leaving him all alone with his lover who didn't look so pleased at the moment.
They spent a good five minutes in silence, before Ruki finally shot the question...straight to the target.
"Did you really masturbate to my picture drawn on our tour trailer truck last night??"
Oh yes, Reita knew it...
He was so dead...
Author : miyabi_is_dead
Pairing : Reita x Ruki (the GazettE)
Genre : Crack
Chapters : Drabble
Rating : PG-13
Warning : Unbeta-ed mistakes
Disclaimer : All members of the GazettE belong to themselves. I only own the story.
Summary : Another scene taken from our favorite pairing~
Comment : Written for Whateverfest2011 held in _quaintnotion
Prompt :
by bottledfreedom
"Uruha you fucktwat!!"
The guitarist jumped in surprise as a familiar dork snatched the cocktail off his hand and gulped the bluish liquid in one straight gulp. His facial expression went from shocked to annoyed in less then five seconds.
"And I hope you did realize that you have to pay for that glass, you moron."
Reita glared at his best friend with the most vicious stare he could ever manage to form. The blonde said nothing and kept locking his gaze on Uruha, silently hoping that this tall creature would develop the ability to read minds.
"What??!" The guitarist snapped.
"Traitor."
Uruha knitted his eyebrows in confusion. "Excuse me?"
"You promised not to tell."
With that, the taller man's memory instantly flew to a certain...well...secret. And realization hit him, hard.
Uruha turned to look at something, anything, except the desperate bassist who looked like a kicked-out puppy in front of him.
"You promised not a living thing would know!"
The guitarist knew he could not win this debate because yes it was his damn fault. But he blamed it on a glass of tequila he had a couple of hours ago. So he did that one thing he could possibly do to defend himself.
"Hitler promised not to invade Czechoslovakia, Reita. Welcome to the real world."
The bassist was about to throw one of his best comments ever on his best friend when the apartment door was suddenly opened, revealing the slim form of a certain vocalist with the most unreadable expression on his beautiful face.
And Reita felt his blood decided to do a free fall from his brain.
No escape.
"Good luck~". Uruha patted his friend's shoulder and stood up from his seat, while Reita was glued to his spot.
The bassist did not dare to look at Ruki so he just tried to drill a hole on the ground with his piercing stare. He heard Uruha saying goodbye before the apartment door was being closed, leaving him all alone with his lover who didn't look so pleased at the moment.
They spent a good five minutes in silence, before Ruki finally shot the question...straight to the target.
"Did you really masturbate to my picture drawn on our tour trailer truck last night??"
Oh yes, Reita knew it...
He was so dead...