Along the Lines of Leafless Trees, We Walk Hand in Hand chapter 1/1 AoixUruha
Title: Along the Lines of Leafless Trees, We Walk Hand in Hand
Chapters: 1/1
Author: mxtrxofsomer
Genre: romance
Band(s): the GazettE
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: not much
Synopsis: “there are many ways to remind them when someone forgets”
Notes: It is the first time for me, after long months of abandoning this pairing, to write them again. I dunno, I suddenly got an inspiration.
It’s still the middle of the month but January seems eager to end its reign and pass the torch to the next one that isn’t patient enough to wait. Despite this and the fact that the year has dropped some degrees colder than the previous, the heavens remain ungenerous, not granting Tokyo and its settlers their long anticipated days with sprinkles of icicles. Hoping and staring at the skies every morning to confirm the prediction executed in the most modern techniques available, that is the least they all can do.
Today, to his disappointment and of perhaps the thousands of other people living with him in the heart of Kanto, is not the day that heavens hears the silent prayers of people wishing to coat the earth and slumbering plants the beautiful shade of purity. The forecasts have announced the probability of snow falling by midday but night has overshadowed daylight and yet, not a single flake has landed and melted on the asphalt. Uruha, though not really a frantic enthusiast of winter, this day of all the others, feels extremely anxious by the nonappearance of the foreshadowed snowfall.
It is not him, Uruha is glad the problem isn’t in him, but the unease is passed on to him like virus, creeping and contaminating him by taking away his mind-focus that he is disturbed and clumsy throughout the day. Uruha has figured out what it is, he isn’t as observant as the rest of them or the other, but he is perceptive to notice the repeated short glances of his co-guitarist on the windows, with looks in his eyes close to expectation and something Uruha still can’t and badly wants to decipher. He doesn’t know if anyone is aware, but Uruha has been keeping silent about it the whole time, even if he actually means to ask.
Grinning at something Reita has said at the far end of the room, Aoi stays civil and professional, even managing to crack an unbelievable joke back at his companion. The sight leaves Uruha utterly frustrated with Aoi, his obvious failure at pretending and more surprisingly, with Uruha himself for the lack of courage to wipe the irritating mask off him. There is nothing Uruha can do though, he isn’t capable of comforting people so he leaves that task to Kai but, certainly it will not hurt if he can sometimes reach out to lift the veil off, right?
Aoi glimpses again at the window and his gaze lingers there for a few seconds then falls on Uruha with a strange glimmer. Uruha blinks at the suddenness of their connection and tries to clear his mind so he can read through it but as his eyelids snap back open, the glint is completely lost. In exchange is a simple and curt smile of acknowledgement and Aoi is again back to his chattering with Reita. Uruha closes his eyes for a moment then heaves a huge sigh. Maybe it’ll all be better if only the skies will fulfill its promise.
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The quiet evening of Uruha is unpredictably interrupted by a bouncy Ruki with an equally cheerful invitation to go out and have a few drinks. Uruha obliges himself to decline; he has planned his remaining hours to be long hours of good sleep that he literally needs after being painfully exhausted the entire day attempting to solve the strange Aoi. In spite of the several threats thrown at him, which includes a lot of gory stuff like body mutilation for example, Uruha successfully refuses the little devil only to find himself being dragged along with them after all. There is something in the way Aoi has agreed to Ruki’s request, he keeps telling that to himself, and now a little tipsy, Uruha is sitting on a stool at the bar, occasionally sparing a watchful stare at his band mates, most especially at a particular guitarist.
Aoi is no different from how he has been in the studio to how he is acting right now, just remove the part wherein he glances briefly at the windows -there isn’t any window in a close spaced bar - from the equation and you get the same bizarre person. Uruha is itching to question if he has a problem, he has tried to bring it up several times while sharing drinks but his voice seems shaky and his tongue isn’t cooperating well that it’s beginning to lure him into a depressing mood. A non-harmful inquiry about his friend’s state and he can’t even express his concern. Sober is Uruha but he has drunk more than the limit he restricted on himself.
A few more glasses and their parting of ways starts with Kai excusing himself to finish something important, Reita giving up before he gets completely drunk that he can’t drive and Ruki going home because he has gotten bored. Uruha doesn’t feel comfortable being left alone with Aoi and although he admits that it is the best timing that is allowed for him to have, he backs out at the last second and stands up from his seat, meaning to utter his polite goodbye. A hand reaches out to stop him before he can take a step and he freezes automatically because the grip on him is too hard that he thinks it will leave a bruise later; Uruha is forced to look back.
“I miss Mie,” Aoi says softly, lets go of Uruha’s arm and turns around to pick up his glass of whiskey.
Uruha doesn’t understand but he drops himself on the seat beside him, takes the drink from his cold fingers and settles it back on the counter. “I’ll drive you home.”
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Uruha parks his car on the side of the road in front of the building where Aoi’s apartment is located. He looks at Aoi keenly and in silence, like how the whole trip has passed. Uruha squeezes the steering wheel in anticipation and bites his inner cheek as he waits for any form of movement from Aoi, but the latter stays unmoving, eyes focused on the road before them. Uruha really worries, he at least knows that Aoi is not drunk but he doesn’t know what to say or do for their non-permanent farewell and that inexplicably scares him.
Thankfully, after long painful minutes non-verbal and non-interaction stillness, in which Uruha has been stiff all the while, Aoi gazes at Uruha, an unreadable expression cloaking his handsome features. He sighs dejectedly, presses his palm on the plush seat, leans closer and utters in a low voice, “Have you ever taken a serious thought?”
Aoi’s warm breath touches his cheek and Uruha shivers faintly but he blames it on the weather. His pulse races one pace and his throat gets dry which makes him gulp involuntarily. “You’re not drunk Aoi,” he states without giving it a proper thought and regrets it later upon realizing that it doesn’t improve his situation much.
The guise on his face hardens and for a split second, Uruha swears Aoi has appeared like a ferocious cat about to pounce on him anytime, but that is only for an instant and he isn’t sure anymore whether he is right or the image came from the effect of the headlights of a passing car. Uruha is still in shock but Aoi steals the moment, grabs Uruha’s neck towards him and pushes himself up, clashes his lips hard against Uruha’s.
Uruha doesn’t move; he can’t and he won’t dare. His mind goes blank as all the neurons in his brain goes haywire and the only thing that registers in his consciousness is the tiny fire burning a hole inside his stomach, its heat is too much for him to bear.
This isn’t right, he finally scolds himself, slapping his insides to wake up. He feels flushed but he orders his hand to push Aoi back and away from him, slightly relieved that the other didn’t struggle, then he covers his lips with the back of his palm. “What the hell?” he shouts at Aoi, only it doesn’t sound like it at all.
“So that is the answer,” Aoi says in a hoarse whisper and he sounds unfamiliarly broken to Uruha that he feels a little sympathy towards him despite his rage. Uruha’s anger doesn’t easily die down but unbelievable as it is for himself, he can’t hold his grudge that long and his mind keeps floating back to the memory of the kiss they have shared. The night is cold and the heater in his car isn’t doing its job properly but Uruha feels the opposite, as if his body is being licked by hot flames.
“I’m going to Mie for a couple of days,” Aoi finally speaks, managing to strain his voice even more. A number of lines form on his forehead as he frowns a little bit but he wipes them clean with his hand then looks away. “I’ll tell the others tonight. Take care Uruha.”
And that is it. Before Uruha can even distinguish what is happening, Aoi has gotten out of the car, has carefully shut the door close, and is already walking away on the almost-deserted pavement, without apologies or any kind of parting words. And the worst thing is, it isn’t the worst, because the worst part lies in Uruha himself. He has foolishly let Aoi walk away and he doesn’t even feel a bit of resentment against the other but instead, he is unfairly angry at himself. He wonders what is wrong with him but he doesn’t find his desired answer no matter how long he ponders alone inside his car.
After a long while of deep thinking, he punches the steering wheel with his fist, bites his knuckle, and hauls all the things cluttering his dashboard on the floor. He scowls, forcefully slams his feet on the gas and scampers off the road, pure adrenaline rushing in his nerves. His tries to drive with full concentration but his mind keeps replaying the moving picture of the short brush of their lips and he curses, finally decoding the meaning behind the strange shimmer in Aoi’s eyes. He immediately wishes for the other to go to hell.
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The next day Uruha wakes up tired and sleep-deprived, suffering from a huge headache pounding inside his skull. The moment he opens his eyes, he remembers the nightmare he had the other night but he quickly shoves it under his pillows and begrudgingly gets out of his bed, out of his room and out of his apartment.
Outside, he receives an email message from Kai, informing everyone about Aoi’s little escapade to Mie. Uruha rolls his eyes in irritation and shuts his phone close, almost throws it away but changes his mind out of practicality, then goes down to the parking lot to retrieve his car. Before he runs it into ignition, he types a very short message on his phone and sends it to everyone except Aoi.
Uruha drives straight to the train station. He can’t wait for three days, no, that is too long for him and at least in Mie, there will be snow, Uruha has a bigger chance of punching Aoi on the face and take back one damn stolen kiss.
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Endnotes: haha~ shucks. I’m sometimes twisted. Comments are hearts of course~~~
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Chapters: 1/1
Author: mxtrxofsomer
Genre: romance
Band(s): the GazettE
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: not much
Synopsis: “there are many ways to remind them when someone forgets”
Notes: It is the first time for me, after long months of abandoning this pairing, to write them again. I dunno, I suddenly got an inspiration.
It’s still the middle of the month but January seems eager to end its reign and pass the torch to the next one that isn’t patient enough to wait. Despite this and the fact that the year has dropped some degrees colder than the previous, the heavens remain ungenerous, not granting Tokyo and its settlers their long anticipated days with sprinkles of icicles. Hoping and staring at the skies every morning to confirm the prediction executed in the most modern techniques available, that is the least they all can do.
Today, to his disappointment and of perhaps the thousands of other people living with him in the heart of Kanto, is not the day that heavens hears the silent prayers of people wishing to coat the earth and slumbering plants the beautiful shade of purity. The forecasts have announced the probability of snow falling by midday but night has overshadowed daylight and yet, not a single flake has landed and melted on the asphalt. Uruha, though not really a frantic enthusiast of winter, this day of all the others, feels extremely anxious by the nonappearance of the foreshadowed snowfall.
It is not him, Uruha is glad the problem isn’t in him, but the unease is passed on to him like virus, creeping and contaminating him by taking away his mind-focus that he is disturbed and clumsy throughout the day. Uruha has figured out what it is, he isn’t as observant as the rest of them or the other, but he is perceptive to notice the repeated short glances of his co-guitarist on the windows, with looks in his eyes close to expectation and something Uruha still can’t and badly wants to decipher. He doesn’t know if anyone is aware, but Uruha has been keeping silent about it the whole time, even if he actually means to ask.
Grinning at something Reita has said at the far end of the room, Aoi stays civil and professional, even managing to crack an unbelievable joke back at his companion. The sight leaves Uruha utterly frustrated with Aoi, his obvious failure at pretending and more surprisingly, with Uruha himself for the lack of courage to wipe the irritating mask off him. There is nothing Uruha can do though, he isn’t capable of comforting people so he leaves that task to Kai but, certainly it will not hurt if he can sometimes reach out to lift the veil off, right?
Aoi glimpses again at the window and his gaze lingers there for a few seconds then falls on Uruha with a strange glimmer. Uruha blinks at the suddenness of their connection and tries to clear his mind so he can read through it but as his eyelids snap back open, the glint is completely lost. In exchange is a simple and curt smile of acknowledgement and Aoi is again back to his chattering with Reita. Uruha closes his eyes for a moment then heaves a huge sigh. Maybe it’ll all be better if only the skies will fulfill its promise.
-----
The quiet evening of Uruha is unpredictably interrupted by a bouncy Ruki with an equally cheerful invitation to go out and have a few drinks. Uruha obliges himself to decline; he has planned his remaining hours to be long hours of good sleep that he literally needs after being painfully exhausted the entire day attempting to solve the strange Aoi. In spite of the several threats thrown at him, which includes a lot of gory stuff like body mutilation for example, Uruha successfully refuses the little devil only to find himself being dragged along with them after all. There is something in the way Aoi has agreed to Ruki’s request, he keeps telling that to himself, and now a little tipsy, Uruha is sitting on a stool at the bar, occasionally sparing a watchful stare at his band mates, most especially at a particular guitarist.
Aoi is no different from how he has been in the studio to how he is acting right now, just remove the part wherein he glances briefly at the windows -there isn’t any window in a close spaced bar - from the equation and you get the same bizarre person. Uruha is itching to question if he has a problem, he has tried to bring it up several times while sharing drinks but his voice seems shaky and his tongue isn’t cooperating well that it’s beginning to lure him into a depressing mood. A non-harmful inquiry about his friend’s state and he can’t even express his concern. Sober is Uruha but he has drunk more than the limit he restricted on himself.
A few more glasses and their parting of ways starts with Kai excusing himself to finish something important, Reita giving up before he gets completely drunk that he can’t drive and Ruki going home because he has gotten bored. Uruha doesn’t feel comfortable being left alone with Aoi and although he admits that it is the best timing that is allowed for him to have, he backs out at the last second and stands up from his seat, meaning to utter his polite goodbye. A hand reaches out to stop him before he can take a step and he freezes automatically because the grip on him is too hard that he thinks it will leave a bruise later; Uruha is forced to look back.
“I miss Mie,” Aoi says softly, lets go of Uruha’s arm and turns around to pick up his glass of whiskey.
Uruha doesn’t understand but he drops himself on the seat beside him, takes the drink from his cold fingers and settles it back on the counter. “I’ll drive you home.”
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Uruha parks his car on the side of the road in front of the building where Aoi’s apartment is located. He looks at Aoi keenly and in silence, like how the whole trip has passed. Uruha squeezes the steering wheel in anticipation and bites his inner cheek as he waits for any form of movement from Aoi, but the latter stays unmoving, eyes focused on the road before them. Uruha really worries, he at least knows that Aoi is not drunk but he doesn’t know what to say or do for their non-permanent farewell and that inexplicably scares him.
Thankfully, after long painful minutes non-verbal and non-interaction stillness, in which Uruha has been stiff all the while, Aoi gazes at Uruha, an unreadable expression cloaking his handsome features. He sighs dejectedly, presses his palm on the plush seat, leans closer and utters in a low voice, “Have you ever taken a serious thought?”
Aoi’s warm breath touches his cheek and Uruha shivers faintly but he blames it on the weather. His pulse races one pace and his throat gets dry which makes him gulp involuntarily. “You’re not drunk Aoi,” he states without giving it a proper thought and regrets it later upon realizing that it doesn’t improve his situation much.
The guise on his face hardens and for a split second, Uruha swears Aoi has appeared like a ferocious cat about to pounce on him anytime, but that is only for an instant and he isn’t sure anymore whether he is right or the image came from the effect of the headlights of a passing car. Uruha is still in shock but Aoi steals the moment, grabs Uruha’s neck towards him and pushes himself up, clashes his lips hard against Uruha’s.
Uruha doesn’t move; he can’t and he won’t dare. His mind goes blank as all the neurons in his brain goes haywire and the only thing that registers in his consciousness is the tiny fire burning a hole inside his stomach, its heat is too much for him to bear.
This isn’t right, he finally scolds himself, slapping his insides to wake up. He feels flushed but he orders his hand to push Aoi back and away from him, slightly relieved that the other didn’t struggle, then he covers his lips with the back of his palm. “What the hell?” he shouts at Aoi, only it doesn’t sound like it at all.
“So that is the answer,” Aoi says in a hoarse whisper and he sounds unfamiliarly broken to Uruha that he feels a little sympathy towards him despite his rage. Uruha’s anger doesn’t easily die down but unbelievable as it is for himself, he can’t hold his grudge that long and his mind keeps floating back to the memory of the kiss they have shared. The night is cold and the heater in his car isn’t doing its job properly but Uruha feels the opposite, as if his body is being licked by hot flames.
“I’m going to Mie for a couple of days,” Aoi finally speaks, managing to strain his voice even more. A number of lines form on his forehead as he frowns a little bit but he wipes them clean with his hand then looks away. “I’ll tell the others tonight. Take care Uruha.”
And that is it. Before Uruha can even distinguish what is happening, Aoi has gotten out of the car, has carefully shut the door close, and is already walking away on the almost-deserted pavement, without apologies or any kind of parting words. And the worst thing is, it isn’t the worst, because the worst part lies in Uruha himself. He has foolishly let Aoi walk away and he doesn’t even feel a bit of resentment against the other but instead, he is unfairly angry at himself. He wonders what is wrong with him but he doesn’t find his desired answer no matter how long he ponders alone inside his car.
After a long while of deep thinking, he punches the steering wheel with his fist, bites his knuckle, and hauls all the things cluttering his dashboard on the floor. He scowls, forcefully slams his feet on the gas and scampers off the road, pure adrenaline rushing in his nerves. His tries to drive with full concentration but his mind keeps replaying the moving picture of the short brush of their lips and he curses, finally decoding the meaning behind the strange shimmer in Aoi’s eyes. He immediately wishes for the other to go to hell.
-----
The next day Uruha wakes up tired and sleep-deprived, suffering from a huge headache pounding inside his skull. The moment he opens his eyes, he remembers the nightmare he had the other night but he quickly shoves it under his pillows and begrudgingly gets out of his bed, out of his room and out of his apartment.
Outside, he receives an email message from Kai, informing everyone about Aoi’s little escapade to Mie. Uruha rolls his eyes in irritation and shuts his phone close, almost throws it away but changes his mind out of practicality, then goes down to the parking lot to retrieve his car. Before he runs it into ignition, he types a very short message on his phone and sends it to everyone except Aoi.
Uruha drives straight to the train station. He can’t wait for three days, no, that is too long for him and at least in Mie, there will be snow, Uruha has a bigger chance of punching Aoi on the face and take back one damn stolen kiss.
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Endnotes: haha~ shucks. I’m sometimes twisted. Comments are hearts of course~~~
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