ReitaxRuki - Gazette - Please - Oneshot
Title: Please
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: momonao
Genre: Angst, romance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Pairings: ReitaxRuki
Disclaimers: Don't own.
Summary: Ruki's PoV
Comments:Short really, and not overly pleased with it. Was debating whether or not to most. Constructive criticism appreciated ^_^
Lights cut, the crowd roars. Tears fill not only those before the stage, but on the stage.
You're offstage first, I run after you. Where are you? You can’t have gone far.
In a lone hallway I find you, head resting against your arms that you have raised against the wall. You’re breathing is deep. You're crying. Your hands are raw, shaking. I place my hand on your back; you flinch at the contact.
Why can't I make you feel better?
You turn around, see me standing there before you. Then your hands are brushing against my cheeks, down my neck, touching, feeling.
My heart is burning.
Your hands finally find a place to rest. My neck, my jaw, I can't even tell anymore. I can't even feel anymore. You bring your lips to mine, they’re not even touching mine and you stop.
I don't know how long we were standing there like that before you turned to run.
I don't know how long I was collapsed against the wall, shaking through the tears.
Another city, another hotel. It's some obscene hour in the morning right now, and I still haven’t slept.
I can still feel the heat that radiated from your back when I pressed my hand to you earlier, before you flinched under the simple touch.
I curl tighter, laying on my side, and the door to my room opens.
Silent footsteps.
Then you're pulling the covers over yourself as you get in bed with me. I open my eyes and you're already looking at me, stretching your arm out. You pause a moment before you keep moving, encircling your arms around me.
What do I do? No, what should I do?
I know what I should do, but instead I bury my face into your chest. My arms find their way around your waist. I'm clinging to you for dear life, and as your grip on me tightens, I know you are too.
This city, wherever we are, even now it feels empty.
I have a hard time making it through the live. I keep looking at you, trying to catch your eyes, hoping you'll see me. I know you can tell, but you never look at me.
Why did you leave before morning?
Our last song is over. Are you going to run off again after we give our goodbyes to the fans?
We're all up here, filling the hearts of those in the crowd before us with hope. We all hold hands, and lead everyone in the room into one simultaneous jump.
But it's your hand still clasped to mine that matters.
I look up at you, and you're waving at the crowd, silent tears streaming down your face. You glance at me, and an emotion I've been longing to see is shooting out at me, but it's gone just as fast as you lead me offstage.
It's the feeling of you finally pressing your lips against mine. The feeling of being pressed up against the only exit of the barren room we're in. The feeling of your hands running over my body as I sling mine around your neck. The feeling of need as you’re sucking and nipping at the side of my neck. The feeling that I couldn’t hide the marks you're leaving even if I wanted to. It’s the feeling of knowing everyone's looking for us.
And for once I don't care. Not only that everyone's looking for us, but the fact I know you’ll run away after.
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: momonao
Genre: Angst, romance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Pairings: ReitaxRuki
Disclaimers: Don't own.
Summary: Ruki's PoV
Comments:Short really, and not overly pleased with it. Was debating whether or not to most. Constructive criticism appreciated ^_^
Lights cut, the crowd roars. Tears fill not only those before the stage, but on the stage.
You're offstage first, I run after you. Where are you? You can’t have gone far.
In a lone hallway I find you, head resting against your arms that you have raised against the wall. You’re breathing is deep. You're crying. Your hands are raw, shaking. I place my hand on your back; you flinch at the contact.
Why can't I make you feel better?
You turn around, see me standing there before you. Then your hands are brushing against my cheeks, down my neck, touching, feeling.
My heart is burning.
Your hands finally find a place to rest. My neck, my jaw, I can't even tell anymore. I can't even feel anymore. You bring your lips to mine, they’re not even touching mine and you stop.
I don't know how long we were standing there like that before you turned to run.
I don't know how long I was collapsed against the wall, shaking through the tears.
Another city, another hotel. It's some obscene hour in the morning right now, and I still haven’t slept.
I can still feel the heat that radiated from your back when I pressed my hand to you earlier, before you flinched under the simple touch.
I curl tighter, laying on my side, and the door to my room opens.
Silent footsteps.
Then you're pulling the covers over yourself as you get in bed with me. I open my eyes and you're already looking at me, stretching your arm out. You pause a moment before you keep moving, encircling your arms around me.
What do I do? No, what should I do?
I know what I should do, but instead I bury my face into your chest. My arms find their way around your waist. I'm clinging to you for dear life, and as your grip on me tightens, I know you are too.
This city, wherever we are, even now it feels empty.
I have a hard time making it through the live. I keep looking at you, trying to catch your eyes, hoping you'll see me. I know you can tell, but you never look at me.
Why did you leave before morning?
Our last song is over. Are you going to run off again after we give our goodbyes to the fans?
We're all up here, filling the hearts of those in the crowd before us with hope. We all hold hands, and lead everyone in the room into one simultaneous jump.
But it's your hand still clasped to mine that matters.
I look up at you, and you're waving at the crowd, silent tears streaming down your face. You glance at me, and an emotion I've been longing to see is shooting out at me, but it's gone just as fast as you lead me offstage.
It's the feeling of you finally pressing your lips against mine. The feeling of being pressed up against the only exit of the barren room we're in. The feeling of your hands running over my body as I sling mine around your neck. The feeling of need as you’re sucking and nipping at the side of my neck. The feeling that I couldn’t hide the marks you're leaving even if I wanted to. It’s the feeling of knowing everyone's looking for us.
And for once I don't care. Not only that everyone's looking for us, but the fact I know you’ll run away after.