Searching For Uruha ~ Ruki x Uruha ~ Chapter 5
Title: Searching for Uruha
Chapters: 5/?
Author: paige_nevaeh (nowaki_nevaeh )
Genre: Drama, Romance
Warnings: Drug use, prostitution, implied sexual scenes
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Ruki x Uruha
Synopsis: “By the time you watch this, Uruha will already be gone."
Comments: Sorrry~ it's taken me SO long to update. College has been so stressful lately, but I hope you all haven't forgotten this x3
( Chapter 1 )
( Chapter 2 )
( Chapter 3 )
( Chapter 4 )
Reita called me the next day and asked if I could come to his place alone. ‘It’s urgent’, was what he had added on the end of the text message.
Despite the way he had acted, I drove over to his place, keeping Uruha’s words in mind. Reita wasn’t a bad person; he was just misguided, and he was still my best friend - no matter what.
The first thing I noticed when I walked into Reita’s house was that it was totally empty. Reita’s father collected antiques; old vases from the Ming dynasty, paintings from the 1800s - that sort of thing. The hallways were bare that day.
I found Reita in his room, his head buried in his hands.
“Reita...” I approached him gingerly, as if he was a scared animal. “Reita what’s going on?”
He remained silent; I sat down on the bed next to him. I noticed he was shaking.
“Reita, what is it?” I asked him, more urgently. I gave his shoulder a shake.
Finally, he looked at, his face streaked with tears, and I tried to hide my surprise; I’d never seen Reita cry before.
“It’s gone, Takanori.” He sniffed.
“What’s gone, Reita?” I gently coaxed him.
“The money. My dad invested in this stupid drug deal which went bad, the police raided us last night; we’ve lost everything, Takanori.”
I sat there, lamely, unsure of how to react. Reita put his head down, and covered his head. He looked so breakable, so fragile.
“I don’t even know what they’re going to do with my dad.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked him eventually.
“I don’t know.” He replied.
I stopped debating in my head, and just wrapped my arms around him. Reita looked startled at first, but he relaxed and leant against me. We sat there like that for a few moments. He was cold and felt like a little kid in my arms.
“Why don’t you come and live with Uruha and me?” I asked.
He jerked away from me, breaking the hug. “You’re living together?”
“Y-yeah. He has been for a while.” I stammered, startled by his change of mood. “I couldn’t just leave him at Yoshiki’s, Reita. You don’t know what it was like!”
He stood up. “What do you see in that slut?”
Anger flared inside of me, I too stand up. I only just came up to above his shoulder, but I glared at him.
“What did you just say?” I growled.
“I think you heard me, Matsumoto.”
I was trembling, the fury burned deep inside of my stomach. I lifted my arm, ready to strike him.
‘No’. I told myself, ‘you’re stronger than this. You’re stronger than this...He wants you to retaliate.’
Reita looked at me cockily - nothing like the broken boy that I had held in my arms moments ago. His lopsided smirk said ‘do it, punch me, you weak little shit.’
My arm dropped by my side. Reita raised his brows, triumphantly.
“Can’t hit me, huh?”
“Fuck you, Suzuki.” I spat coldly.
As I headed towards the door I heard Reita call out behind me; “I hope you and that little slag are happy together.”
I looked over my shoulder at him, pitifully. “Sort you life out, Reita. Until then, stay away from us.”
***
I arrived back at the house later that evening.
“What’s going on, Ruki?” Uruha asked me the minute I got in. “Is Reita alright?”
I silenced him by pressing my lips harshly against his, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist. I pulled him closer to me, my hands slid down his back, before stopping atop of his round arse.
My lips left his, and travelled down his cheeks, his neck, the top of his collar bone.
“Ruki,” he giggled, and pushed my head away, preventing my assault. “What has gotten into you?”
“I love you.” I told him sincerely. “Whatever happens to me, or to us, I want you to know that.”
I took hold of his chin as I said this, tilting his head downwards so that he was looking into my eyes. “Do you understand?”
Uruha nodded. “Always.”
***
We made love with such a passion that I didn’t know was possible that night.
I caressed all of his milky white skin. Grabbing, stroking, teasing, as if he would disappear if I took my hands of him for more than a second.
“Uruha...” I groaned his name as he pushed me down on the bed. His mouth took in every inch of me, his wicked tongue twisted and twirled.
After some time, I pulled him onto my lap - connecting us.
“Move.” He whispered huskily, and I did. I thrusted my hips upwards, increasing my speed with every throaty moan that ripped from his lips.
Uruha came with a shudder and I followed quickly after.
Our chests heaved erratically, as we both came back down from our Heaven. I held him close to me, and for those moments, it felt like we were the only two people on earth.
***
The polyphonic sound of Uruha’s mobile ringing woke me the next morning.
“Hello?” I heard Uruha mumble. “Hang on a sec.” Uruha climbed out of bed, and I sat up, inquisitively.
“Who’s that?” I mouthed at him; he pressed his lips against my forehead.
“Go back to sleep, Ruki.” Uruha said to me. “It’s nothing.”
I nodded and laid my head back down on the pillow. I felt Uruha’s pursed lips again, that time they rested against the shell of my ear.
“Whatever happens to us, I’ll always love you.” Uruha’s hot breath tickled my skin. “Do you understand?”
“Always.” I sighed, contentedly, as Uruha pulled the covers back over me and I fell back into a deep sleep.
***
Uruha wasn’t there when I awoke a few hours later. I climbed out of bed, pulling on my robe as I did so.
“Uruha?” I called out; I checked every room of the house, only to find they were totally empty. I punched his number into my mobile and held it to my ear. The automated answer phone started and I hung up.
“have u seen uru?” I pressed the ‘send’ button on my mobile and sent the message to Kai and Reita.
I practically pounced on the device when it hummed moments later. I slid it upwards, scanning the message off Kai.
“no D: hes probs just in town. Don’t worry about it x3 x”
I sighed impatiently, and tried calling Uruha; again, there was no response.
I made some breakfast and got dressed, thinking up rational explanations in my mind. So Uruha might have gone out, no problem. He might have gone shopping and left his phone on silent - but who had he been on the phone to him?
Nausea built up in my stomach as the realisation hit me, just as I received another text.
“Uruha can’t come to the phone right now.”
I headed to the kitchen and then grabbed my car keys off the table.
I sped towards Yoshiki’s, keeping my foot pressed hard down on the pedal.
***Yoshiki was sat in a corner of the bar; just like how he was the first time I’d visited the place. A silver-haired male sat at his feet, his hands luridly massaging Yoshiki’s upper thighs.
Yoshiki looked at me with hooded eyes, he smirked unpleasantly. “Well if it isn’t Mr. Matsumoto.”
“Where the fuck is he?” I yelled at him - this had gone way too far, and I could not be bothered with putting up with his bull shit anymore.
I grabbed the bitch on his knees by his silver mane. I pressed the knife I’d slipped into my pocket earlier against his neck.
Chaos broke out in Yoshiki’s, the screams and cries of the prostitutes rang through my ears as they vacated their poles, staggering in their high heels. Even the men showed a disgusting array of cowardliness by quietly slipping out the door, leaving just Yoshiki, me and the whore who I held tightly.
“Tell me where Uruha is.” I growled.
He looked me up and down, looking amused - fucking amused - I trembled with fury, and pressed the blade harder against the whore’s pale skin.
“I’ll cut him - don’t fuck with me Yoshiki, I swear I’ll fucking kill him!” The young man whimpered.
Yoshiki didn’t break eye contact with me for a second. He shook his head.
“Oh Takanori.” He purred. “Look at you, acting the tough guy, but deep down you’re still that naive little rich brat.” His unnerving glare penetrated me for a long moment before he added; “I haven’t got Uruha. I think we both know who really does.”
My lip quivered as I grip loosened on the other man. He retreated back to Yoshiki’s lap, sobbing.
“Stop wasting your time. It could be too late for Uruha now.”
***
My head was a mess; I didn’t want to believe Yoshiki’s words as I drove blindly back to my house.
Yoshiki didn’t have Uruha...but neither did he, there was no way. No way would he do that.
“Something came for you while you were out.” My father told me, as he handed me a CD case.
‘Watch me’ was written in brash, red felt tip across the top of it.
With a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, I slipped the CD into my television.
I was met with the sight of my lover tied to a chair, wrists bound together behind him, in a grimy, tiled room.
Reita stepped in front of the lense.
“I didn’t want to have to do this, Ruki.” He said his voice thick and robotic. “But it’s just not fair. I lost everything, my mother, my things. Then you took the one thing that I loved away from me.” His voice rose, cracking as the tears started to roll down his cheeks. “Now I’m taking him away from you.”
He stepped back, pointing a gun to Uruha’s head. My beautiful angel, what had he done to you? His poor face was beaten and swollen.
“By the time you’ve watched this, he’ll already be gone.”
A/N: finally finally it's here!!! I won't reel off a load of excuses as to why it's taken me so long, but I'm sorry *head desk*
But in any case, I hope you enjoy it, it's a little rushed towards the end though I think.
Also, this chapter is dedicated (as promised) to my dear, Jessica Smiff. I love you ;)
Chapters: 5/?
Author: paige_nevaeh (nowaki_nevaeh )
Genre: Drama, Romance
Warnings: Drug use, prostitution, implied sexual scenes
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Ruki x Uruha
Synopsis: “By the time you watch this, Uruha will already be gone."
Comments: Sorrry~ it's taken me SO long to update. College has been so stressful lately, but I hope you all haven't forgotten this x3
( Chapter 1 )
( Chapter 2 )
( Chapter 3 )
( Chapter 4 )
Reita called me the next day and asked if I could come to his place alone. ‘It’s urgent’, was what he had added on the end of the text message.
Despite the way he had acted, I drove over to his place, keeping Uruha’s words in mind. Reita wasn’t a bad person; he was just misguided, and he was still my best friend - no matter what.
The first thing I noticed when I walked into Reita’s house was that it was totally empty. Reita’s father collected antiques; old vases from the Ming dynasty, paintings from the 1800s - that sort of thing. The hallways were bare that day.
I found Reita in his room, his head buried in his hands.
“Reita...” I approached him gingerly, as if he was a scared animal. “Reita what’s going on?”
He remained silent; I sat down on the bed next to him. I noticed he was shaking.
“Reita, what is it?” I asked him, more urgently. I gave his shoulder a shake.
Finally, he looked at, his face streaked with tears, and I tried to hide my surprise; I’d never seen Reita cry before.
“It’s gone, Takanori.” He sniffed.
“What’s gone, Reita?” I gently coaxed him.
“The money. My dad invested in this stupid drug deal which went bad, the police raided us last night; we’ve lost everything, Takanori.”
I sat there, lamely, unsure of how to react. Reita put his head down, and covered his head. He looked so breakable, so fragile.
“I don’t even know what they’re going to do with my dad.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked him eventually.
“I don’t know.” He replied.
I stopped debating in my head, and just wrapped my arms around him. Reita looked startled at first, but he relaxed and leant against me. We sat there like that for a few moments. He was cold and felt like a little kid in my arms.
“Why don’t you come and live with Uruha and me?” I asked.
He jerked away from me, breaking the hug. “You’re living together?”
“Y-yeah. He has been for a while.” I stammered, startled by his change of mood. “I couldn’t just leave him at Yoshiki’s, Reita. You don’t know what it was like!”
He stood up. “What do you see in that slut?”
Anger flared inside of me, I too stand up. I only just came up to above his shoulder, but I glared at him.
“What did you just say?” I growled.
“I think you heard me, Matsumoto.”
I was trembling, the fury burned deep inside of my stomach. I lifted my arm, ready to strike him.
‘No’. I told myself, ‘you’re stronger than this. You’re stronger than this...He wants you to retaliate.’
Reita looked at me cockily - nothing like the broken boy that I had held in my arms moments ago. His lopsided smirk said ‘do it, punch me, you weak little shit.’
My arm dropped by my side. Reita raised his brows, triumphantly.
“Can’t hit me, huh?”
“Fuck you, Suzuki.” I spat coldly.
As I headed towards the door I heard Reita call out behind me; “I hope you and that little slag are happy together.”
I looked over my shoulder at him, pitifully. “Sort you life out, Reita. Until then, stay away from us.”
***
I arrived back at the house later that evening.
“What’s going on, Ruki?” Uruha asked me the minute I got in. “Is Reita alright?”
I silenced him by pressing my lips harshly against his, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist. I pulled him closer to me, my hands slid down his back, before stopping atop of his round arse.
My lips left his, and travelled down his cheeks, his neck, the top of his collar bone.
“Ruki,” he giggled, and pushed my head away, preventing my assault. “What has gotten into you?”
“I love you.” I told him sincerely. “Whatever happens to me, or to us, I want you to know that.”
I took hold of his chin as I said this, tilting his head downwards so that he was looking into my eyes. “Do you understand?”
Uruha nodded. “Always.”
***
We made love with such a passion that I didn’t know was possible that night.
I caressed all of his milky white skin. Grabbing, stroking, teasing, as if he would disappear if I took my hands of him for more than a second.
“Uruha...” I groaned his name as he pushed me down on the bed. His mouth took in every inch of me, his wicked tongue twisted and twirled.
After some time, I pulled him onto my lap - connecting us.
“Move.” He whispered huskily, and I did. I thrusted my hips upwards, increasing my speed with every throaty moan that ripped from his lips.
Uruha came with a shudder and I followed quickly after.
Our chests heaved erratically, as we both came back down from our Heaven. I held him close to me, and for those moments, it felt like we were the only two people on earth.
***
The polyphonic sound of Uruha’s mobile ringing woke me the next morning.
“Hello?” I heard Uruha mumble. “Hang on a sec.” Uruha climbed out of bed, and I sat up, inquisitively.
“Who’s that?” I mouthed at him; he pressed his lips against my forehead.
“Go back to sleep, Ruki.” Uruha said to me. “It’s nothing.”
I nodded and laid my head back down on the pillow. I felt Uruha’s pursed lips again, that time they rested against the shell of my ear.
“Whatever happens to us, I’ll always love you.” Uruha’s hot breath tickled my skin. “Do you understand?”
“Always.” I sighed, contentedly, as Uruha pulled the covers back over me and I fell back into a deep sleep.
***
Uruha wasn’t there when I awoke a few hours later. I climbed out of bed, pulling on my robe as I did so.
“Uruha?” I called out; I checked every room of the house, only to find they were totally empty. I punched his number into my mobile and held it to my ear. The automated answer phone started and I hung up.
“have u seen uru?” I pressed the ‘send’ button on my mobile and sent the message to Kai and Reita.
I practically pounced on the device when it hummed moments later. I slid it upwards, scanning the message off Kai.
“no D: hes probs just in town. Don’t worry about it x3 x”
I sighed impatiently, and tried calling Uruha; again, there was no response.
I made some breakfast and got dressed, thinking up rational explanations in my mind. So Uruha might have gone out, no problem. He might have gone shopping and left his phone on silent - but who had he been on the phone to him?
Nausea built up in my stomach as the realisation hit me, just as I received another text.
“Uruha can’t come to the phone right now.”
I headed to the kitchen and then grabbed my car keys off the table.
I sped towards Yoshiki’s, keeping my foot pressed hard down on the pedal.
***Yoshiki was sat in a corner of the bar; just like how he was the first time I’d visited the place. A silver-haired male sat at his feet, his hands luridly massaging Yoshiki’s upper thighs.
Yoshiki looked at me with hooded eyes, he smirked unpleasantly. “Well if it isn’t Mr. Matsumoto.”
“Where the fuck is he?” I yelled at him - this had gone way too far, and I could not be bothered with putting up with his bull shit anymore.
I grabbed the bitch on his knees by his silver mane. I pressed the knife I’d slipped into my pocket earlier against his neck.
Chaos broke out in Yoshiki’s, the screams and cries of the prostitutes rang through my ears as they vacated their poles, staggering in their high heels. Even the men showed a disgusting array of cowardliness by quietly slipping out the door, leaving just Yoshiki, me and the whore who I held tightly.
“Tell me where Uruha is.” I growled.
He looked me up and down, looking amused - fucking amused - I trembled with fury, and pressed the blade harder against the whore’s pale skin.
“I’ll cut him - don’t fuck with me Yoshiki, I swear I’ll fucking kill him!” The young man whimpered.
Yoshiki didn’t break eye contact with me for a second. He shook his head.
“Oh Takanori.” He purred. “Look at you, acting the tough guy, but deep down you’re still that naive little rich brat.” His unnerving glare penetrated me for a long moment before he added; “I haven’t got Uruha. I think we both know who really does.”
My lip quivered as I grip loosened on the other man. He retreated back to Yoshiki’s lap, sobbing.
“Stop wasting your time. It could be too late for Uruha now.”
***
My head was a mess; I didn’t want to believe Yoshiki’s words as I drove blindly back to my house.
Yoshiki didn’t have Uruha...but neither did he, there was no way. No way would he do that.
“Something came for you while you were out.” My father told me, as he handed me a CD case.
‘Watch me’ was written in brash, red felt tip across the top of it.
With a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, I slipped the CD into my television.
I was met with the sight of my lover tied to a chair, wrists bound together behind him, in a grimy, tiled room.
Reita stepped in front of the lense.
“I didn’t want to have to do this, Ruki.” He said his voice thick and robotic. “But it’s just not fair. I lost everything, my mother, my things. Then you took the one thing that I loved away from me.” His voice rose, cracking as the tears started to roll down his cheeks. “Now I’m taking him away from you.”
He stepped back, pointing a gun to Uruha’s head. My beautiful angel, what had he done to you? His poor face was beaten and swollen.
“By the time you’ve watched this, he’ll already be gone.”
A/N: finally finally it's here!!! I won't reel off a load of excuses as to why it's taken me so long, but I'm sorry *head desk*
But in any case, I hope you enjoy it, it's a little rushed towards the end though I think.
Also, this chapter is dedicated (as promised) to my dear, Jessica Smiff. I love you ;)