Used and Abused 2/??, AoiUruha NC-17
Title: Used and Abused
Chapter: 2/??
Band: Gazette
Pairing: AoixUruha
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Humour, Angst, Romance, AU/AR
Warnings: Swearing (for the moment), Unbetad
Notes: An old idea, but one that I find incredibly amusing. It still has the angst I love so much, humour, and the romance <3
Disclaimer: The Gazette are currently tied up in the corner and gagged. They never knew what hit them.
Summary: Aoi and Reita have an unofficial unsigned contract. If Aoi can sleep with Uruha, the school’s biggest loser, in two months, he get’s Reita’s car. And Aoi really likes Reita’s car.
The music lesson is quiet despite the different array of instruments being played, and Aoi’s mind is already at work in inducing some kind of plan. The martin acoustic is forgotten on his lap, and instead he watches the figure with his back to the class in the corner.
Aoi can’t see what he’s playing, but he can faintly hear the notes and chords of lead guitar, and a smirk adorns his face when he raises his hand, calling their teacher to his attention.
“Hey, sensei. I need a guitar tutor.” He explains, brushing his fingers over the nickel coated strings.
The teacher gives him a look, one that Aoi knows he’d just said something stupid. “Yuu. You’re in a band. Don’t give me that.”
“No,” He frowned, “I mean, I play rhythmic guitar. I need a lead guitar teacher, but I don’t know anyone that plays lead guitar.”
With his back turned to them, there was no way the teacher would know Aoi was hinting at Uruha. And it turns out just as well, because just then Uruha turns around to tone his amp, and two sets of eyes fall on him.
The poor kid looks like a dear in headlights, and Aoi’s sure he see’s his cheeks redden under the mass of hair and hood. Why the hell does he wear that anyway? Was he ugly or something? Maybe he was in a car crash and---
“Kouyou,” The teacher calls, breaking Aoi from his revere and Aoi can’t hold back his smile any longer. The taller teen seems to shrink back slightly, and Aoi smiles at him. “I need a lead guitar tutor, would you tutor me?”
There’s an accusation. It’s unspoken, but the way Uruha shoves his hands in his pockets tell Aoi otherwise.
“Um….”
“I’ll pay you,” Aoi tells him, tilting his head and giving the blonde his best impression of an honest teen. There’s an obvious uneasiness, no doubt because of who he is.
Because Uruha isn’t stupid. No- he’s been here long enough to know the power Aoi holds in this hell hole. And he can’t find any reason as to why Aoi would be approaching him lately, if not to get his cronies to bump him off for good. He knows they hate him, want to kill him even, but there’s no way he could deny the offer his teacher and Aoi were throwing at him. He needed something on his CV if he wanted to get accepted into any job.
“Only if it’s at my place,” He says hurriedly, and he’s sure he see’s Aoi frown. He’ll never been alone with him unless he was somewhere safe, but at the same time he isn’t sure if he wants Aoi to know where he lives.
But the rhythmic guitarist’s frown disappears, and he looks almost happy, Uruha thinks. He’s not sure if that’s a good thing, and he wants nothing more than to hurry back to his lonely corner in the classroom.
“Great!” Aoi grins, and Uruha steps back. “Is today okay? I’ve always wanted to learn lead.”
Uruha clenches his hands in his pockets, keeping himself from hurriedly denying the elder. He knows Aoi is up to something, something with him as a the main character, and he hates himself for being defenceless against it.
“Y-yeah…”
Sucker. Aoi thinks to himself, offering Uruha a sugar sweet smile, and he’s sure he see’s Uruha shiver as he winks at him. Now the only thing left to do is to get him drunk or something, but he would need to have the blonde (was he blonde? It looked like it from the front, but that damned hood covered everything) at his place first.
“I’ll meet you here, at 3:30 ‘kay?”
Uruha nods, because he can’t do anything else, and moves back to his instrument to pack up before the bell rings for lunch.
Aoi stays behind, even as Uruha leaves this time. He’s promised this girl -he couldn’t remember her name- that they’d get together during his free period and ‘hang out’. He’d only slept with her once, and he was too drunk to remember, but whatever. He hadn’t gotten laid in 2 days and Reita was staring to fuck him off.
Lunch was after that anyway, and he chuckles to himself as he exit’s the music studio, making his way to the school gates.
The hallways are quiet, and Uruha is thankful as he exits the classroom after everyone else. He swallows thickly, almost sneaking down the hallway as if Ruki or anyone else is hiding behind the lockers waiting for him. But the place remains quiet, and he quickly darts for the bathroom before anyone else sees him.
The bathroom on the 3rd floor is always quiet because of how dirty it is, but Uruha doesn’t mind it. In fact, he’s found himself becoming attached to the small safe haven in this hell hole. It’s been his base for months now, where he’d hide out during lunch times by himself where no one else could bother him.
So when Ruki and Kai are waiting there for him, he has no idea what hit him.
He feels them before he sees them: a fist connecting with his stomach and sending him forward, doubling over as a surprised gasp escapes him.
What….? Why-?
“Look what we have here Kai,” He hears Ruki murmur, and he coughs behind his hand, looking up at his captors with wide eyes. Ruki’s face is one of amusement, and he cries out slightly as a hand grabs his throat, pinning him down and all he can do is cry silently as those hands start abuse him over and over again.
Uruha doesn’t know how long takes it, and his head is slightly dizzy as he’s pushed to the floor for seemingly the hundredth time. A foot collides with his spine, and he chokes on a sob as it twists uncomfortably, the pain becoming unbearable.
“Stop it---“ He whispers, his nails scratching at the floor. “STOP IT-“
“Shut the fuck up!” He hears Ruki’s hiss, and his teary face being pulled up roughly. “You should know by now to be quiet,”
The last thing he feels is a blow to his head,
And then everything goes black.
Aoi was pissed off.
Someone up there hates me. I bet it’s my mother.
It was the end of the day, and the blonde emo had yet to show up. He made a mental note to rip him a new one if the others already hadn’t, and he scowled as he watched Reita flash him a smug look before getting into his beautiful, sleek car.
Fuck you Blondie. I’m so going to deck you later.
“Excuse me? Are you by any chance Shiroyama Yuu?”
Aoi looks up, squinting against the harsh sunlight as the school nurse addresses him. Why of all people would she be looking for him? He used protection.
“It’s Kouyou. He was found unconscious and he’s only woken up an hour ago. He says you two agreed on a guitar lesson?” The blonde woman’s smile was making him sick, so he sighed loudly and looked at her pointedly. “Where is he now?”
“At home. I was asked to give you his address, and that he’s very sorry he wasn’t able to meet you.”
I bet he fucking is.
“Thanks,” He takes the sticky note tiredly, pivoting before swiftly making his way down the street. The guitar straps on his back are irritating now, and he knows he shouldn’t really blame Uruha for getting beat up again. But he could work with this, get the sucker while he was vulnerable. The sooner he got this over with the better. There was something about that thin kid that made him uneasy, the way he would float around the school as if he was dead.
Aoi shivered, frowning at the piece of paper as his feet came to a standstill.
Fuck me.
The sight awed him as much as it angered him, and he snorts brattishly in denial as he eyes the house in front of him.
This is Bullshit!
He checks the piece of paper one last time, before tearing it up and letting the pieces fall to the ground.
He agitatedly walks up the cobblestone front path, suddenly feeling his ego deflate in size. How could such a poor, emo, antisocial, creepy, idiot, own such a breathtaking house? It was beautiful, around 3 stories. Big enough to shock yet not so huge it was unbelievable.
The acoustic guitarist wiped the surprised look on his face before anyone saw him, and rose his hand to knock on the oak door. The door seemed so thick he was surprised if anyone could hear him, but when he heard the door creak open and Uruha’s hooded head pop out, he forced a smile.
“Thought you could get rid of me?” He taunts, in an attempt to lighten the mood, and Uruha shakes his head hurredly, making Aoi sigh as the blond moves for him to enter.
“It was a joke,” He mumbles, letting himself into the blonde’s house begrudgingly. It’s just as nice inside, and he thinks it a complete waste for someone as ungrateful as Uruha to stay here. Just having this house alone would make him popular, so why the…
Loserness?
“Do you want anything to drink?” He hears Uruha mutter quietly, and he almost misses it if the house wasn’t so quiet. He shakes his head, his heart rate accelerating a little at the thought of seeing the blonde’s bedroom. Would it be as bad as his taste in clothes, or as nice as the house?
Aoi doesn’t think he’s ever seen such a nervous looking kid. As they ascend the stairs, the brunette thinks he might have a heart attack if he doesn’t watch himself.
“Hey, Uruha.” He places a hand on the boys shoulder, and he frowns when the blonde flinches and whips his head around to face him. He sighs pointedly, flicking his hair from his face with the back of his hand.
“Look,” He starts, drawing them both to a stop outside what he presumed to be Uruha’s bedroom. “I’m not here to deck you or anything- so calm down a little.”
Maybe he only imagines it, but he sees suspicion in the younger’s posture, but he relaxes a little none the less. He really isn’t here to kick the kid in, and he doesn’t feel as angry as he did waiting at the school gates. If anything, he feels a shred of sympathy, and that single thought alone freaks him out a little.
“Let’s just do this,” Aoi finished hurredly, feeling more than a little embarrassed. If he can build a bond with guy until he gets what he wants, it’ll make things easier for him. “I’ve already gathered you don’t like me being here, no matter how much I tell you I’m not interested in beating you up.”
And surprisingly, Uruha shakes his head slowly and opens the door. “It’s not you,” He murmurs, in that same, quiet but deep voice. “It’s just me being paranoid, I’m sorry…”
The room is tasteful without being over done, and surprisingly, it’s not filled with razor blades and black furniture like Aoi previously thought. It just looked like a normal teenager’s bedroom, only tidier.
The thought alone makes him unwind a little and take a seat at the end of the bed, taking the guitar out of it’s case on his back and setting it down.
“I know this is going to sound crazy….” He begins slowly, testing the waters. “But you should take that hood off you know? It’s just feels so impersonal if I can’t see your face. I don’t’ care what you look like.”
If Reita was here, Aoi is sure he’d be laughing at him. Looks were everything to Aoi, it’s what he judged people on. But the unaware Uruha didn’t need to know that, and Aoi thinks maybe it’s better if he doesn’t know from the way Uruha bites his lip nervously.
“I-…” He stutters, fumbling with his sleeves as he sits on a chair facing Aoi. “It’s not normal though….”
Aoi’s brow furrowed. “What’s not normal? It can’t be that bad, Uruha. I’ve seen people who’ve been in place crashes and shit.” He was so curious now, the need knowing at him like a craving. “I mean…to be honest, I also wanted you as my teacher because you seem lonely.”
“What…?” The blonde seems confused, and Aoi grins sheepishly and decides to wing it, fingers crossed mentally. “You just seem like you really need a friend. And I’d like someone who isn’t only interested it getting wasted and laid. You seem like a good person.”
He see’s Uruha’s lips form a smile at his confession, and he feels guilt pool in his stomach for deceiving such an obviously innocent and naïve teen.
“Thank you, Aoi.” That smile and Aoi knows he’s done something terrible. “For being my friend.”
“That’s why I don’t care what you look like,” A change of the subject, and he flashes the other his best reassuring smile. “You can trust me. I’d never hurt you.”
Aoi’s turns, his attention going back to his guitar and tuning it, the strings having and contracted and expanded from the change in temperature. Uruha’s just watching him, but Aoi decides it’s better not to stress him and give the kid space; it’s obvious he has no self esteem.
His eyes flash, and his eyes turn back to Uruha as he see’s the blonde moving to take off his hoodie, and his throat goes dry in anticipation. He has no idea why this is so exciting for him, perhaps because no one’s seen his face, but he almost leans forward in fascination as the black material is pulled up and over the blonde’s head.
The thick material falls behind him, and Aoi freezes.
Haha, I just found something interesting on the internet after writing this. Aoi really IS Gazette’s rhythmic guitarist and Uruha really IS the lead guitarist (lololol mai physic powers)
Stupid Vaila! You’re ending was shitty!
I know conscience, and I’m sorry to the readers. No caffeine when I was writing this and I rushed to finish it D: