Searching For Uruha ~ Ruki x Uruha
Title: Searching for Uruha
Chapters: 1/?
Author: paige_nevaeh
Genre: drama, romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ruki x Uruha
Summary: "Cut the crap. So you’re an orphan prostitute with a drug problem, get over it and get on with your life."
Disclaimer: I only own the story.
Comments: OMGOSH finally I've written something *confetti*. I've been working on this since June and I want to share. The beginning is a little slow. I promise you it gets better. Enjoy!
I’ll always remember the first time I met Uruha, it was back in 2002 when my band were first starting to pull themselves together.
“We need a guitarist.” Our shy, yet talented, drummer Kai had stated.
“What do you expect me to do? Pull one out my arse?” That was Reita, the cool-as-ice bleach-blonde bassist. Reita had lost his mother to breast cancer at the age of three, growing up without a woman in his life had left him with a lack of sensitivity. In the seventeen years I had known Reita I had learnt two very important lessons: one, never expect him to care about anything and two, never, ever touch his Hot Wheels cars. Ok, so I’d learnt that second one when we were still in infant school, he’d even gave me a black eye to teach me. Reita had been forced to apologise to me by one of the dumpy dinner-ladies and we’d been best friends ever since.
I’d met Kai (a.k.a Yutaka Uke - the third.) in my first year at Tokyo University. He was studying medicine, but his heart was with music - drums to be more precise, he’d started learning at the age of six and by the time I found him, he was pretty much perfect. He claimed that he could play the most complicated drum patterns drunk and blindfolded - a talent which to this day still has not been proven.
Our love of music was the only thing that the three of us had in common. My first experience was at the age of four when my mother signed me up to the church choir - and shockingly it turned out I had a pretty damn good voice. It was only after my voice broke in my mid teens that my singing was to be taken seriously by anyone outside of the church.
My father always thought of my band as a waste of time, I was set to inherit his business after he passed away and the millions that came with it. I was a rich kid, very rich, seven cars and ‘yes sir no sir’ butlers and maids kind of rich. Though music was the future that I was heading for, the first gig I ever did was like taking your first ecstasy tablet - scary and unpredictable, but hell; you’d do anything to try it again.
Our previous guitarist was a cool Korean guy named Taeyang, he barely spoke a word of Japanese, but his guitar skills were incredible. The band - which we named the GazettE - had been together for four and a half months and we were doing pretty good, playing in underground clubs all over Tokyo, up until Tae announced that his wife in Korea had just given birth to triplets and he was moving back to his home city Seoul. The news came as a shock; we didn’t know he even had a wife. Thus, that was the end of Taeyang, and what we thought was the end of the GazettE.
***When Reita invited Kai and I out for lunch on the 15th June 2002 I had no idea that my life was going to change forever.
“I bring good news.” Reita smirked, speaking above the trickling of champagne into our empty glasses (as a fellow rich brat, ordering champagne at casual dinners was a normality for Reita). “For Mr. Uke.” He passed the glass to the brunet, “and for Mr. Takanori Ruki Matsumoto.” He handed me the other glass and I gave him a scowl in return for using my first name, I’d given myself the name Ruki during college to mask the fact that I was in fact, Takanori Matsumoto, son of billionaire Tadakatsu Matsumoto. I’d got the name from some character in a video game and it seemed to fit - plus it was way more rock ‘n’ roll than Takanori.
“Well don’t keep us in suspense.” Kai said with a hint of sarcasm. As a middle class son-of-a-butcher drinking champagne at noon was still new to him.
Ignoring the comment, Reita took a mouthful of his beverage and cleared his throat. Then he said proudly; “I may have found us a new guitarist.”
“Really?” I asked excitedly. “Who?” I wondered if Reita had found another kid at the University who shared the same dedication that we did. The guitarist in question must have had serious talent to have even been considered by Reita. There were plenty of students that played instruments, but Reita would never settle for anything other than perfection.
“I met him at Yoshiki’s, he works there.”
“Yoshiki’s?” I asked quizzically, I’d never heard of the place. “Is that a bar or something?”
“Yoshiki’s?” Kai then asked in a completely different tone, he raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure we want someone like that in our band.”
“Yes, it’s a bar.” Reita addressed me first. “Though it’s not the kind of place you’d be used to.” A hint of a smirk crossed his face. He then looked at Kai. “He’s got potential, trust me. He’d good, great even - better than Tae.”
“But you know what they’re all like at Yoshiki’s.”
“I know, but he’s not like that.”
I decided that this was my time to speak up. “I want to meet this guy, I want to go to Yoshiki’s and meet him!”
Reita laughed out loud. “You want to go do you? Then go, I’ll tell you where it is.”
Kai looked unsure and asked cautiously, “Is that such a good idea? Letting him go on his own?”
“I am not a child Kai.” I snapped. I had always hated being treated like a naive little kid just because of who I was. It was assumed that I couldn’t handle the ‘real world’ because I was used to getting whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. However, I was more than sure that I could handle going to Yoshiki’s and finding our mystery guitar player.
“You heard him, Kai.” Reita said, somewhat sinisterly, “He’s not a child.”
Kai still looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t say anything else.
Reita gave me the directions and I nodded, listening carefully.
After noting the directions down, Reita added. “Ask for Uruha.”
***Yoshiki’s was a dingy bar about forty minutes and two tube trains away from where I lived. I decided not to take one of the cars, so not to draw too much attention to myself.
I felt way out of my depth as I took the dark stairway down into the bar. The air was filled with thick cigarette smoke; loud jazz music rang through my ears. I noticed young girls sliding up and down poles in different areas of the room; I cringed at the sight of the poor things being hollered at by fat, sweaty customers, waving cash at them, the girls can’t have been much older than eighteen, maybe some were younger than that.
“Can I help you, sweetheart?” A sharp voice made me flinch; I turned around hastily and came face to face with a middle-aged man in a snow white suit which contrasted with his jet-black hair.
“Erm no, I was just...” My voice trailed off; he stared at me intently with piercing green eyes.
My own eyes dropped to a young blond crouched at the man’s feet; the man stroked his hair, like he was a pet, as the blonde snorted a line of cocaine as if his life depended on it. “Are you looking for a job, sugar?”
I realised that I was not at all like the rest of the customers at Yoshiki’s. The majority were red-faced, fat, bald men in their fifties, most of them dressed in suits with their ties untied and the top buttons of their shirts unbuttoned. I, in comparison, had a scrawny frame, a mop of brown curls and a face like a deer caught in headlights.
“N-no I’m...”
“Our boys don’t come on for another half hour, but we could schedule a trial.” He interrupted me.
The skinny blond then rested his head on the man’s leg. He looked up at him pleadingly. “Yoshiki...” He mewled. “Yoshiki, please.”
My eyes widened, so this was Yoshiki, the owner of the bar.
Yoshiki sighed and pulled a little tube of white powder out of his jacket pocket; he bent down a little and poured out a white line on the round table.
I felt pity for the guy as he snorted the drugs. I watched him for a moment; Yoshiki did the same, though his gaze was leering and unnerving.
“Well, what do you want?” Yoshiki suddenly snapped at me. “I haven’t got all day.”
“I-I’m.” I paused and cleared my throat, which had gone dry. “I’m looking for Uruha.”
Yoshiki roared with laughter, and slapped the blonde on the backside.
“Well, well, do you hear that, Uruha? You have a visitor.”
A/N
My first chaptered fic :) I'm so excited xD I hope you all like it. Sorry the first chapter is so short! The next one will be longer~
Comments make me update faster <3
Chapters: 1/?
Author: paige_nevaeh
Genre: drama, romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ruki x Uruha
Summary: "Cut the crap. So you’re an orphan prostitute with a drug problem, get over it and get on with your life."
Disclaimer: I only own the story.
Comments: OMGOSH finally I've written something *confetti*. I've been working on this since June and I want to share. The beginning is a little slow. I promise you it gets better. Enjoy!
I’ll always remember the first time I met Uruha, it was back in 2002 when my band were first starting to pull themselves together.
“We need a guitarist.” Our shy, yet talented, drummer Kai had stated.
“What do you expect me to do? Pull one out my arse?” That was Reita, the cool-as-ice bleach-blonde bassist. Reita had lost his mother to breast cancer at the age of three, growing up without a woman in his life had left him with a lack of sensitivity. In the seventeen years I had known Reita I had learnt two very important lessons: one, never expect him to care about anything and two, never, ever touch his Hot Wheels cars. Ok, so I’d learnt that second one when we were still in infant school, he’d even gave me a black eye to teach me. Reita had been forced to apologise to me by one of the dumpy dinner-ladies and we’d been best friends ever since.
I’d met Kai (a.k.a Yutaka Uke - the third.) in my first year at Tokyo University. He was studying medicine, but his heart was with music - drums to be more precise, he’d started learning at the age of six and by the time I found him, he was pretty much perfect. He claimed that he could play the most complicated drum patterns drunk and blindfolded - a talent which to this day still has not been proven.
Our love of music was the only thing that the three of us had in common. My first experience was at the age of four when my mother signed me up to the church choir - and shockingly it turned out I had a pretty damn good voice. It was only after my voice broke in my mid teens that my singing was to be taken seriously by anyone outside of the church.
My father always thought of my band as a waste of time, I was set to inherit his business after he passed away and the millions that came with it. I was a rich kid, very rich, seven cars and ‘yes sir no sir’ butlers and maids kind of rich. Though music was the future that I was heading for, the first gig I ever did was like taking your first ecstasy tablet - scary and unpredictable, but hell; you’d do anything to try it again.
Our previous guitarist was a cool Korean guy named Taeyang, he barely spoke a word of Japanese, but his guitar skills were incredible. The band - which we named the GazettE - had been together for four and a half months and we were doing pretty good, playing in underground clubs all over Tokyo, up until Tae announced that his wife in Korea had just given birth to triplets and he was moving back to his home city Seoul. The news came as a shock; we didn’t know he even had a wife. Thus, that was the end of Taeyang, and what we thought was the end of the GazettE.
***When Reita invited Kai and I out for lunch on the 15th June 2002 I had no idea that my life was going to change forever.
“I bring good news.” Reita smirked, speaking above the trickling of champagne into our empty glasses (as a fellow rich brat, ordering champagne at casual dinners was a normality for Reita). “For Mr. Uke.” He passed the glass to the brunet, “and for Mr. Takanori Ruki Matsumoto.” He handed me the other glass and I gave him a scowl in return for using my first name, I’d given myself the name Ruki during college to mask the fact that I was in fact, Takanori Matsumoto, son of billionaire Tadakatsu Matsumoto. I’d got the name from some character in a video game and it seemed to fit - plus it was way more rock ‘n’ roll than Takanori.
“Well don’t keep us in suspense.” Kai said with a hint of sarcasm. As a middle class son-of-a-butcher drinking champagne at noon was still new to him.
Ignoring the comment, Reita took a mouthful of his beverage and cleared his throat. Then he said proudly; “I may have found us a new guitarist.”
“Really?” I asked excitedly. “Who?” I wondered if Reita had found another kid at the University who shared the same dedication that we did. The guitarist in question must have had serious talent to have even been considered by Reita. There were plenty of students that played instruments, but Reita would never settle for anything other than perfection.
“I met him at Yoshiki’s, he works there.”
“Yoshiki’s?” I asked quizzically, I’d never heard of the place. “Is that a bar or something?”
“Yoshiki’s?” Kai then asked in a completely different tone, he raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure we want someone like that in our band.”
“Yes, it’s a bar.” Reita addressed me first. “Though it’s not the kind of place you’d be used to.” A hint of a smirk crossed his face. He then looked at Kai. “He’s got potential, trust me. He’d good, great even - better than Tae.”
“But you know what they’re all like at Yoshiki’s.”
“I know, but he’s not like that.”
I decided that this was my time to speak up. “I want to meet this guy, I want to go to Yoshiki’s and meet him!”
Reita laughed out loud. “You want to go do you? Then go, I’ll tell you where it is.”
Kai looked unsure and asked cautiously, “Is that such a good idea? Letting him go on his own?”
“I am not a child Kai.” I snapped. I had always hated being treated like a naive little kid just because of who I was. It was assumed that I couldn’t handle the ‘real world’ because I was used to getting whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. However, I was more than sure that I could handle going to Yoshiki’s and finding our mystery guitar player.
“You heard him, Kai.” Reita said, somewhat sinisterly, “He’s not a child.”
Kai still looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t say anything else.
Reita gave me the directions and I nodded, listening carefully.
After noting the directions down, Reita added. “Ask for Uruha.”
***Yoshiki’s was a dingy bar about forty minutes and two tube trains away from where I lived. I decided not to take one of the cars, so not to draw too much attention to myself.
I felt way out of my depth as I took the dark stairway down into the bar. The air was filled with thick cigarette smoke; loud jazz music rang through my ears. I noticed young girls sliding up and down poles in different areas of the room; I cringed at the sight of the poor things being hollered at by fat, sweaty customers, waving cash at them, the girls can’t have been much older than eighteen, maybe some were younger than that.
“Can I help you, sweetheart?” A sharp voice made me flinch; I turned around hastily and came face to face with a middle-aged man in a snow white suit which contrasted with his jet-black hair.
“Erm no, I was just...” My voice trailed off; he stared at me intently with piercing green eyes.
My own eyes dropped to a young blond crouched at the man’s feet; the man stroked his hair, like he was a pet, as the blonde snorted a line of cocaine as if his life depended on it. “Are you looking for a job, sugar?”
I realised that I was not at all like the rest of the customers at Yoshiki’s. The majority were red-faced, fat, bald men in their fifties, most of them dressed in suits with their ties untied and the top buttons of their shirts unbuttoned. I, in comparison, had a scrawny frame, a mop of brown curls and a face like a deer caught in headlights.
“N-no I’m...”
“Our boys don’t come on for another half hour, but we could schedule a trial.” He interrupted me.
The skinny blond then rested his head on the man’s leg. He looked up at him pleadingly. “Yoshiki...” He mewled. “Yoshiki, please.”
My eyes widened, so this was Yoshiki, the owner of the bar.
Yoshiki sighed and pulled a little tube of white powder out of his jacket pocket; he bent down a little and poured out a white line on the round table.
I felt pity for the guy as he snorted the drugs. I watched him for a moment; Yoshiki did the same, though his gaze was leering and unnerving.
“Well, what do you want?” Yoshiki suddenly snapped at me. “I haven’t got all day.”
“I-I’m.” I paused and cleared my throat, which had gone dry. “I’m looking for Uruha.”
Yoshiki roared with laughter, and slapped the blonde on the backside.
“Well, well, do you hear that, Uruha? You have a visitor.”
A/N
My first chaptered fic :) I'm so excited xD I hope you all like it. Sorry the first chapter is so short! The next one will be longer~
Comments make me update faster <3