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Title: That beautiful Moment
LJ user:
momo357
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Duh...
Band/Pairing: RukixUruha
Summary: A very in love Uruha dwells on feelings that he can`t begin to explain
Author Note: This is my first attempt at a fiction for this coupling. My second attempt at J-Rock, and my first post to the community. Just thoughts that go through Uruha`s mind as he finally confess`. A short drabble, though I don`t know the word count... Sorry <3
Have you ever been so in love with someone, that it hurts?
When you look into their eyes, and you feel your heart stop beating, your breath leaves your chest and your mind close off to everything around you? All you can see is your lovers eyes and all you can hear is their heartbeating, completely in time with your own. Your start to blush, and look away as they reach out and take your hand, looking down at your intertwined fingers and you feel just a little stab of pain in your chest? They ask you what`s in your mind, and you take a deep breath and prepare to ansewer.
When you finally look up at them again, you see in their eyes what you hope, that they love you just as much as you are about to confess to loving them, after slaving hours and hours over what you were going to say, a simple, "Ruki, I love you." was all that managed to come out, and you mentally hit yourself because that is NOT what you rehearsed and that was NOT what you thought you were supposed to say. Suddenly you feel so stupid, and you try to turn away, but he holds your hand fast.
"Uruha, I love you too." He whispers as though afraid to ruin the moment, and you look up at him. Shock and delight clearly in your eyes and you can`t even believe that this is the truth, this isn`t another dream. The hand you are holding is real, the look in his eyes isn`t in your imagination. It isn`t for the fans and it isn`t for the cameras. It`s for you. You feel a blush start to rise in your cheeks and you can`t help but blurt a small, "Lies." It`s to good to be true, but you can tell by his smile that he know`s you`re just scared, that this is what you wanted to hear.
It isn`t like the movies, there isn`t a white horse to carry you both off into the sunset. That`s okay, you never really wanted that fairytale kind of ending anyway, you`re not a little girl, searching for her prince. But you can`t help but act like one... wishing for roses and champagne. That all comes much later, you realize, when you look into your new boyfriends eyes. It will come after the tours, after band practice, after you get to know one another as lovers, as people, as more then friends.
He smiles as the rest of the band comes in, and Reita cat-calls as he boldly kisses you. Aoi simply looks bemused and Kai mutters a soft, "It`s about time, don`t you two hurt one another." And the moment is broken, the silence is lifted, and the world comes flashing back into a beautifully surreal reality, where he is still holding your hand, and his lips are still pressed gently against yours.
Finally he releases you, and moves to his microphone, getting prepared to use that voice you love. You move back to your guitar, and prepare for another couple of hours of watching from a distance.
You know it all gets better when you get home.
LJ user:
momo357
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Duh...
Band/Pairing: RukixUruha
Summary: A very in love Uruha dwells on feelings that he can`t begin to explain
Author Note: This is my first attempt at a fiction for this coupling. My second attempt at J-Rock, and my first post to the community. Just thoughts that go through Uruha`s mind as he finally confess`. A short drabble, though I don`t know the word count... Sorry <3
Have you ever been so in love with someone, that it hurts?
When you look into their eyes, and you feel your heart stop beating, your breath leaves your chest and your mind close off to everything around you? All you can see is your lovers eyes and all you can hear is their heartbeating, completely in time with your own. Your start to blush, and look away as they reach out and take your hand, looking down at your intertwined fingers and you feel just a little stab of pain in your chest? They ask you what`s in your mind, and you take a deep breath and prepare to ansewer.
When you finally look up at them again, you see in their eyes what you hope, that they love you just as much as you are about to confess to loving them, after slaving hours and hours over what you were going to say, a simple, "Ruki, I love you." was all that managed to come out, and you mentally hit yourself because that is NOT what you rehearsed and that was NOT what you thought you were supposed to say. Suddenly you feel so stupid, and you try to turn away, but he holds your hand fast.
"Uruha, I love you too." He whispers as though afraid to ruin the moment, and you look up at him. Shock and delight clearly in your eyes and you can`t even believe that this is the truth, this isn`t another dream. The hand you are holding is real, the look in his eyes isn`t in your imagination. It isn`t for the fans and it isn`t for the cameras. It`s for you. You feel a blush start to rise in your cheeks and you can`t help but blurt a small, "Lies." It`s to good to be true, but you can tell by his smile that he know`s you`re just scared, that this is what you wanted to hear.
It isn`t like the movies, there isn`t a white horse to carry you both off into the sunset. That`s okay, you never really wanted that fairytale kind of ending anyway, you`re not a little girl, searching for her prince. But you can`t help but act like one... wishing for roses and champagne. That all comes much later, you realize, when you look into your new boyfriends eyes. It will come after the tours, after band practice, after you get to know one another as lovers, as people, as more then friends.
He smiles as the rest of the band comes in, and Reita cat-calls as he boldly kisses you. Aoi simply looks bemused and Kai mutters a soft, "It`s about time, don`t you two hurt one another." And the moment is broken, the silence is lifted, and the world comes flashing back into a beautifully surreal reality, where he is still holding your hand, and his lips are still pressed gently against yours.
Finally he releases you, and moves to his microphone, getting prepared to use that voice you love. You move back to your guitar, and prepare for another couple of hours of watching from a distance.
You know it all gets better when you get home.