There Is.. - Aoi x Uruha - 12/?
Title: There Is..
Chapter: 12/?
Author: paranoiascreams
Genre: Romance, fluff
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha, mentions of Reita x Ruki
Rating: PG - 13 / R-18 (for cursing)
Warning: Cursing, Dialogue-driven
Disclaimer: I saw gazette on sale and bought them all. they are now serving as my bed posts. I dont own the gazette. i own the story though.
Summary: Aoi and Uruha had been childhood friends but circumstances had them separated. Years after their ugly parting Uruha comes back but will they still be friends?
Notes: Written for xxshamisen to provide her with the lack of fluffiness of this pairing. Hope you all still like this! ^___^
Uruha sits across Aoi who has Hiroki sitting beside him. Uruha busies himself looking around the room, rolling his eyes when the two guys across him giggle and laugh with each others' jokes. Suddenly, he felt invisible. He looks down on his plate, he has not touched anything on it, he just kept playing with the pasta and the meatballs silently.
"Look Aoi, your friend doesn't seem to like your pasta after all." Hiroki points out in between giggles.
Aoi looks at him with twitched eyebrows, "you didnt like it? I know i almost burned the sauce but it's still good, right Hiroki?"
"Yeah. The best. As always."
Uruha rolls his eyes again, Ugh. How long must I suffer in watching these two kiss each others' ass?!
"I think I lost my appetite, I'm sorry Aoi."
"At least take one bite. Aoi's pasta is the greatest pasta there is. I always beg for him to cook it for me before."
Uruha can feel his face burn with anger with every word that is coming out of this bastard's mouth. Any minute now, he can feel that his body will lose all control and just throw his whole plate, noodles, sauce and meatballs in it, on Hiroki's face.
"But you never beg, Hiroki."
"Oh yeah. I dont. Hahaha. I just say, PASTA and you're up on your seat to make one for me."
Uruha clenches his fists from under the table. He is getting pissed now with this sarcastic asshole came uninvited for their first dinner together, and fucking enjoying every noodle that Aoi has cooked for the BOTH of them, both, as in URUHA and AOI. He releases a big sigh, fakes a smile and faces Hiroki.
"So, Hiroki... Why are you here anyway?" Uruha asks, lighting up a cigarette.
"My folks live around here, and I am home for the holidays..."
If your folks live around here, and you're home for the holidays, you can leave now!
"Ah, I see. Shouldn't you have dropped by there first before coming here?"
"But I told you, I can smell Aoi's pasta from the station, I know I just have to be here and taste it now."
"Stop that Hiroki. I asked him to drop by when he texted me this morning that he'll be around town."
WHAT?! Now this freaking vain prick just ruined our dinner. Thanks Aoi.
"Come on, Uruha, Try the pasta. I made it perfectly for you."
"I'm sorry, I told you, I lost my appetite."
"Ok..." There was a tone of disappointment on Aoi's voice but he didnt convince Uruha further to eat his food, he stands up and takes Uruha's plate off the table, Hiroki doing the same, clearing the rest of the table and placing it on the sink.
"...I-if you'll both excuse me, I'm going to my room." Uruha walks with heavy steps and even a heavier heart as he makes his way to his room leaving Aoi and Hiroki in the kitchen.
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"You're friend doesnt seem to like me at all." Hiroki sits on the chair by the dining table and lights up a cigarette.
"He didn't like me too when we first got here. Hahaha." Aoi kept washing the dirty dishes that was on the sink.
"No, I mean... I was just teasing him Aoi."
"Don't do that... He's sensitive and I really hate it when he becomes upset, somehow, it upsets me too."
"Does he know how much you care for him?"
"I dunno, I cared for him when we were kids. I try my best to do so now that we're older, but there are times he walks away from all that."
"Hmnph. I thought you wanted me to meet him personally, turns out I offended him in some way."
"You shouldn't have teased him. I bet you wont act like this if Kai's here." Aoi sits across Hiroki and lights up his cigarette.
"HEY! Fuck you. Kai and I are so over. That's why when you told me he's not here, I came as fast as I can to meet you and your Uwuha."
"SHH! He might hear you! I haven't called him that ever since we've seen each other again!"
"Look at you blush!!! You're too old to have a crush!"
"I am not old! Thanks to you, he didn't even touch my world famous pasta!"
"I'm sorry! I'll be sure to make it up to you and your crush, ok?!"
"Shut up! He is not just a crush! He's someone very special..."
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Midnight.
Uruha tiptoes out of his room, heading to the kitchen, ransacking the refrigerator in hopes of finding anything that can make his grumbling tummy shut up. He sees the pasta left over, but he fights the urge to reheat it, he's still mad and cant make himself eat something that the vain bastard who came uninvited has enjoyed for years. He finds an apple to the back of the refrigerator, almost hiding away from plain sight.
Uruha grins, he knows that this apple belongs to the selfish Ruki, well, mostly selfish just for Reita and his food, Uruha knows he'll be strangled to death by their frontman if Ruki finds out he even thought of eating this apple, he grabs it out of the fridge and gives it a huge bite. Uruha closed the fridge's door and silently walks back to his room when he saw someone come out of Aoi's room.
Uruha scrambles under the table, good thing he didnt turn the lights on, for some weird reason, he didnt want to let anyone see that he was hungry after being a drama queen at dinner.
He kept still and quiet but still managed to take a peek on the person who walked towards the refrigerator, from where he's hiding, he can see who it was after the person's silhouette was lighted up by the fridge's light. He was wearing nothing but a black boxer shorts, grabbing a glass of water and drank it.
Trying hard not to make a sound, he suppressed all emotions that are all waiting to come out. He waited until he left.
As soon as Hiroki went back inside Aoi's room, Uruha comes out of his hiding place, with tears falling on his face. This time he really lost his appetite. He ran back to his room, leaving the apple on the dining table, it finally struck him, all the defense he had set up started crashing down when Hiroki came in their house.
Reality knocked on his door really hard, urging him to let it in.
There wasn't just Uruha and Aoi in the past, they've met other people too. How stupid of him to be so selfish towards Aoi.
And today, not just a ghost, but a real person of Aoi's past decided to introduce himself to Uruha.
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Read Chapters: [01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [07] [08] [09] [10] [11]
OH MY GAHD!!!
I finally updated! Damn! It took a month! I'm very sorry!
Ive had a lot of things going on and I kinda lost my Aoi x Uruha muse.
but now it's back. I swear, I wont update this slow again. promise!!
hope you still read this!
Comments are love, as always~
Chapter: 12/?
Author: paranoiascreams
Genre: Romance, fluff
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha, mentions of Reita x Ruki
Rating: PG - 13 / R-18 (for cursing)
Warning: Cursing, Dialogue-driven
Disclaimer: I saw gazette on sale and bought them all. they are now serving as my bed posts. I dont own the gazette. i own the story though.
Summary: Aoi and Uruha had been childhood friends but circumstances had them separated. Years after their ugly parting Uruha comes back but will they still be friends?
Notes: Written for xxshamisen to provide her with the lack of fluffiness of this pairing. Hope you all still like this! ^___^
Uruha sits across Aoi who has Hiroki sitting beside him. Uruha busies himself looking around the room, rolling his eyes when the two guys across him giggle and laugh with each others' jokes. Suddenly, he felt invisible. He looks down on his plate, he has not touched anything on it, he just kept playing with the pasta and the meatballs silently.
"Look Aoi, your friend doesn't seem to like your pasta after all." Hiroki points out in between giggles.
Aoi looks at him with twitched eyebrows, "you didnt like it? I know i almost burned the sauce but it's still good, right Hiroki?"
"Yeah. The best. As always."
Uruha rolls his eyes again, Ugh. How long must I suffer in watching these two kiss each others' ass?!
"I think I lost my appetite, I'm sorry Aoi."
"At least take one bite. Aoi's pasta is the greatest pasta there is. I always beg for him to cook it for me before."
Uruha can feel his face burn with anger with every word that is coming out of this bastard's mouth. Any minute now, he can feel that his body will lose all control and just throw his whole plate, noodles, sauce and meatballs in it, on Hiroki's face.
"But you never beg, Hiroki."
"Oh yeah. I dont. Hahaha. I just say, PASTA and you're up on your seat to make one for me."
Uruha clenches his fists from under the table. He is getting pissed now with this sarcastic asshole came uninvited for their first dinner together, and fucking enjoying every noodle that Aoi has cooked for the BOTH of them, both, as in URUHA and AOI. He releases a big sigh, fakes a smile and faces Hiroki.
"So, Hiroki... Why are you here anyway?" Uruha asks, lighting up a cigarette.
"My folks live around here, and I am home for the holidays..."
If your folks live around here, and you're home for the holidays, you can leave now!
"Ah, I see. Shouldn't you have dropped by there first before coming here?"
"But I told you, I can smell Aoi's pasta from the station, I know I just have to be here and taste it now."
"Stop that Hiroki. I asked him to drop by when he texted me this morning that he'll be around town."
WHAT?! Now this freaking vain prick just ruined our dinner. Thanks Aoi.
"Come on, Uruha, Try the pasta. I made it perfectly for you."
"I'm sorry, I told you, I lost my appetite."
"Ok..." There was a tone of disappointment on Aoi's voice but he didnt convince Uruha further to eat his food, he stands up and takes Uruha's plate off the table, Hiroki doing the same, clearing the rest of the table and placing it on the sink.
"...I-if you'll both excuse me, I'm going to my room." Uruha walks with heavy steps and even a heavier heart as he makes his way to his room leaving Aoi and Hiroki in the kitchen.
-----
"You're friend doesnt seem to like me at all." Hiroki sits on the chair by the dining table and lights up a cigarette.
"He didn't like me too when we first got here. Hahaha." Aoi kept washing the dirty dishes that was on the sink.
"No, I mean... I was just teasing him Aoi."
"Don't do that... He's sensitive and I really hate it when he becomes upset, somehow, it upsets me too."
"Does he know how much you care for him?"
"I dunno, I cared for him when we were kids. I try my best to do so now that we're older, but there are times he walks away from all that."
"Hmnph. I thought you wanted me to meet him personally, turns out I offended him in some way."
"You shouldn't have teased him. I bet you wont act like this if Kai's here." Aoi sits across Hiroki and lights up his cigarette.
"HEY! Fuck you. Kai and I are so over. That's why when you told me he's not here, I came as fast as I can to meet you and your Uwuha."
"SHH! He might hear you! I haven't called him that ever since we've seen each other again!"
"Look at you blush!!! You're too old to have a crush!"
"I am not old! Thanks to you, he didn't even touch my world famous pasta!"
"I'm sorry! I'll be sure to make it up to you and your crush, ok?!"
"Shut up! He is not just a crush! He's someone very special..."
-----
Midnight.
Uruha tiptoes out of his room, heading to the kitchen, ransacking the refrigerator in hopes of finding anything that can make his grumbling tummy shut up. He sees the pasta left over, but he fights the urge to reheat it, he's still mad and cant make himself eat something that the vain bastard who came uninvited has enjoyed for years. He finds an apple to the back of the refrigerator, almost hiding away from plain sight.
Uruha grins, he knows that this apple belongs to the selfish Ruki, well, mostly selfish just for Reita and his food, Uruha knows he'll be strangled to death by their frontman if Ruki finds out he even thought of eating this apple, he grabs it out of the fridge and gives it a huge bite. Uruha closed the fridge's door and silently walks back to his room when he saw someone come out of Aoi's room.
Uruha scrambles under the table, good thing he didnt turn the lights on, for some weird reason, he didnt want to let anyone see that he was hungry after being a drama queen at dinner.
He kept still and quiet but still managed to take a peek on the person who walked towards the refrigerator, from where he's hiding, he can see who it was after the person's silhouette was lighted up by the fridge's light. He was wearing nothing but a black boxer shorts, grabbing a glass of water and drank it.
Trying hard not to make a sound, he suppressed all emotions that are all waiting to come out. He waited until he left.
As soon as Hiroki went back inside Aoi's room, Uruha comes out of his hiding place, with tears falling on his face. This time he really lost his appetite. He ran back to his room, leaving the apple on the dining table, it finally struck him, all the defense he had set up started crashing down when Hiroki came in their house.
Reality knocked on his door really hard, urging him to let it in.
There wasn't just Uruha and Aoi in the past, they've met other people too. How stupid of him to be so selfish towards Aoi.
And today, not just a ghost, but a real person of Aoi's past decided to introduce himself to Uruha.
------
Read Chapters: [01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [07] [08] [09] [10] [11]
OH MY GAHD!!!
I finally updated! Damn! It took a month! I'm very sorry!
Ive had a lot of things going on and I kinda lost my Aoi x Uruha muse.
but now it's back. I swear, I wont update this slow again. promise!!
hope you still read this!
Comments are love, as always~