You are my Sunshine
Title: You are my Sunshine
Author: prophetkyokitty
Chapter: 1/??
Genre: drama, wangst (drama angst XD)
Rating: umm... PG for now
Band: the GazettE
Pairing: AoixUruhaxAoi (main), ReitaxRuki, Kaix?
Warnings: none
Synopsis: With the happiest couple of the band torn apart, what is the GazettE to do. How will the once happy band mates cope?
Disclaimer:
Comment: I've had this typed for a while but as a result of my slow writing I decided to wait till i accumulated a few chapters before posting one. This is the prologue but wasn't intended to be at first. I decided it was better suited as an introduction to the story instead (my muses decided for me really XD). So yeah.. I'll stop talking now and you can get onto the story. Ooo and I'll dedicate this to my wifey *huggles kitty chan* i luff you! ^^. K... here it is.
The shadows etched along walls, bringing a presence into a room that had become accustomed to abandonment. Since the split up Uruha had retreated to familiar places. Not that the blank walls and empty bed were familiar. In all reality the boxes scattered all over the hard wood floor, objects which once held joyful memories were now only bringing pain.
Blond locks fell in his line of vision as Uruha tilted his head downward, looking into the cup his hands clutched. The yellow tinged liquid was placid, unmoving, providing the blonde with a replica of his form. A blank gaze with dark, dead eyes stared back at the man. A lifeless quality only making the image as alive as the one gazing at it.
With a heavy sigh he raised the cup to his lips, taking in the toxic liquid, refusing to submit to the slight burn. It was heaven and hell as the last drop slid from the cup onto a soft, pliant tongue. Alcohol had once been an unnecessary but highly desired part of his life. Yet as he was abruptly and painfully stripped of love, the poisonous liquid became an addictive necessity. It numbed the pain and blurred the lines, filling the quickly widening gap in his life.
Staring at the floor with a dazed and distant gaze the guitarist sighed again. Supple fingers seemed to lose the strength to hold even the weightless plastic cup. The once strong grip weakening until the object slipped through his grasp. The distance between the floor and cup seemed endless as Uruha watched the plastic item drifting toward it in slow motion. The hollow sound radiating from the collision was almost deafening, echoing as the cup spun on it's side and created a perfect circuit of a circle before slowing and stopping.
For some unknown reason this cup, the slow circle, the way it fell, the details were captivating. It seemed as if every line was as enthralling as the next; as if following each crevice on the decor of that simple object would give him the answers he needed. If only something, anything could show him what to do. He knew what he yearned for, but he was a victim of doubt, indecision. He was shrouded, darkness surrounding him in a cross road with hidden paths and too many obstacles.
He had brought this upon himself, or at least that was what he thought. The break up, the current circumstance with his supposed girlfriend, it was all his fault. Unlike Aoi he wasn't strong and he found himself hiding; hiding from everyone and everything, even from himself. He wanted to conform to society, give them what they wanted, present the image that everyone needed. The ideal life of a rockstar; money, fashion and good looks. Eventually marriage and a family were prescribed as part of the recipe. Uruha had hoped to avoid all of it. Instead he only brought upon his own self destruction, and the destruction of the one he loved.
If only he had the strength to confront them the way Aoi had. If only he could talk to his parents, if only he could show them what he wanted, but it was too late. He was sure Aoi would never come back to him. Why would he want someone as weak and spineless as him? The thought of losing the raven haired guitarist tore his insides apart. His chin quivered as he forced the feelings down, crushing them and trying to smolder the burning flames of his broken love.
A harsh sound pierced the air, Uruha's head ringing with the melodic tones of his door bell. The sound was deafening and the blonde couldn't help but jump in his seat, eyes wide and heart beating faster than it should be. Gripping his throbbing head Uruha tried to divest himself of everything, sighing. The repeated sound of the door bell ringing once again had him biting at his lower lip, wearing the skin in his anxiety. He didn't really want to speak to anyone, and he was afraid that it wouldn't only be a band mate, but the reason for all of his pain. He didn't' think he could face it, face her. However the persistent ringing only served as more of a bother than hiding.
Rising from the chair Uruha brushed the cup with his foot, the plastic object spinning in circles as it disappeared under the table. He made his way unsteadily toward the door. With each step through the living room the distanced seemed to be shorter than he remembered and in moments he was standing at the door. His head swimming and breath quickening, Uruha gathered the courage to place his hand over the door knob. Each drop of blood running through his veins was felt throughout his entire body, hands quivering and shaking, with each deafening thump of his heart echoing in his ears. Time slowed down and the sound of his breathing joined the echoes of his heartbeat, the noise almost unbearable in his head. Lips seemed dry, mouth suddenly begging for water as if he had been several days in a desert without water. Hand still shaking, Uruha placed it on the door knob, nimble fingers sliding over the cold metal as time seemed to stop. The door slowly opened as Uruha's hands acted of their own accord.
Dark hair, dark eyes and a worried expression of a familiar face came into view. Uruha swallowed again. The quick sweep of the other's eyes over his messy state only increased the worry in his own eyes. It suddenly became hard to swallow and without permission a tear leaked from Uruha's water filled eyes.
Without a word the other man flung himself at the blonde, normal radiant smile nowhere in sight. Uruha clung to the shorter man, arms draped around the body as if begging him not to leave, to take care of him and make it all better. Without a word the brunette grabbed Uruha and drew him inside of the apartment, the door shutting quietly behind them.
Author: prophetkyokitty
Chapter: 1/??
Genre: drama, wangst (drama angst XD)
Rating: umm... PG for now
Band: the GazettE
Pairing: AoixUruhaxAoi (main), ReitaxRuki, Kaix?
Warnings: none
Synopsis: With the happiest couple of the band torn apart, what is the GazettE to do. How will the once happy band mates cope?
Disclaimer:
Comment: I've had this typed for a while but as a result of my slow writing I decided to wait till i accumulated a few chapters before posting one. This is the prologue but wasn't intended to be at first. I decided it was better suited as an introduction to the story instead (my muses decided for me really XD). So yeah.. I'll stop talking now and you can get onto the story. Ooo and I'll dedicate this to my wifey *huggles kitty chan* i luff you! ^^. K... here it is.
The shadows etched along walls, bringing a presence into a room that had become accustomed to abandonment. Since the split up Uruha had retreated to familiar places. Not that the blank walls and empty bed were familiar. In all reality the boxes scattered all over the hard wood floor, objects which once held joyful memories were now only bringing pain.
Blond locks fell in his line of vision as Uruha tilted his head downward, looking into the cup his hands clutched. The yellow tinged liquid was placid, unmoving, providing the blonde with a replica of his form. A blank gaze with dark, dead eyes stared back at the man. A lifeless quality only making the image as alive as the one gazing at it.
With a heavy sigh he raised the cup to his lips, taking in the toxic liquid, refusing to submit to the slight burn. It was heaven and hell as the last drop slid from the cup onto a soft, pliant tongue. Alcohol had once been an unnecessary but highly desired part of his life. Yet as he was abruptly and painfully stripped of love, the poisonous liquid became an addictive necessity. It numbed the pain and blurred the lines, filling the quickly widening gap in his life.
Staring at the floor with a dazed and distant gaze the guitarist sighed again. Supple fingers seemed to lose the strength to hold even the weightless plastic cup. The once strong grip weakening until the object slipped through his grasp. The distance between the floor and cup seemed endless as Uruha watched the plastic item drifting toward it in slow motion. The hollow sound radiating from the collision was almost deafening, echoing as the cup spun on it's side and created a perfect circuit of a circle before slowing and stopping.
For some unknown reason this cup, the slow circle, the way it fell, the details were captivating. It seemed as if every line was as enthralling as the next; as if following each crevice on the decor of that simple object would give him the answers he needed. If only something, anything could show him what to do. He knew what he yearned for, but he was a victim of doubt, indecision. He was shrouded, darkness surrounding him in a cross road with hidden paths and too many obstacles.
He had brought this upon himself, or at least that was what he thought. The break up, the current circumstance with his supposed girlfriend, it was all his fault. Unlike Aoi he wasn't strong and he found himself hiding; hiding from everyone and everything, even from himself. He wanted to conform to society, give them what they wanted, present the image that everyone needed. The ideal life of a rockstar; money, fashion and good looks. Eventually marriage and a family were prescribed as part of the recipe. Uruha had hoped to avoid all of it. Instead he only brought upon his own self destruction, and the destruction of the one he loved.
If only he had the strength to confront them the way Aoi had. If only he could talk to his parents, if only he could show them what he wanted, but it was too late. He was sure Aoi would never come back to him. Why would he want someone as weak and spineless as him? The thought of losing the raven haired guitarist tore his insides apart. His chin quivered as he forced the feelings down, crushing them and trying to smolder the burning flames of his broken love.
A harsh sound pierced the air, Uruha's head ringing with the melodic tones of his door bell. The sound was deafening and the blonde couldn't help but jump in his seat, eyes wide and heart beating faster than it should be. Gripping his throbbing head Uruha tried to divest himself of everything, sighing. The repeated sound of the door bell ringing once again had him biting at his lower lip, wearing the skin in his anxiety. He didn't really want to speak to anyone, and he was afraid that it wouldn't only be a band mate, but the reason for all of his pain. He didn't' think he could face it, face her. However the persistent ringing only served as more of a bother than hiding.
Rising from the chair Uruha brushed the cup with his foot, the plastic object spinning in circles as it disappeared under the table. He made his way unsteadily toward the door. With each step through the living room the distanced seemed to be shorter than he remembered and in moments he was standing at the door. His head swimming and breath quickening, Uruha gathered the courage to place his hand over the door knob. Each drop of blood running through his veins was felt throughout his entire body, hands quivering and shaking, with each deafening thump of his heart echoing in his ears. Time slowed down and the sound of his breathing joined the echoes of his heartbeat, the noise almost unbearable in his head. Lips seemed dry, mouth suddenly begging for water as if he had been several days in a desert without water. Hand still shaking, Uruha placed it on the door knob, nimble fingers sliding over the cold metal as time seemed to stop. The door slowly opened as Uruha's hands acted of their own accord.
Dark hair, dark eyes and a worried expression of a familiar face came into view. Uruha swallowed again. The quick sweep of the other's eyes over his messy state only increased the worry in his own eyes. It suddenly became hard to swallow and without permission a tear leaked from Uruha's water filled eyes.
Without a word the other man flung himself at the blonde, normal radiant smile nowhere in sight. Uruha clung to the shorter man, arms draped around the body as if begging him not to leave, to take care of him and make it all better. Without a word the brunette grabbed Uruha and drew him inside of the apartment, the door shutting quietly behind them.