Story Time!- ReitaxRuki, UruhaxKai, AoixKai
Title: Story Time!
Pairing: Slight ReitaxRuki, UruhaxKai, AoixKai
Band: The GazettE
Rated: PG
Genre: Slight fluff?
Comment: I was going to post three fics for Halloween but one will do for now right? xD
Summary: The GazettE are enjoying their time telling ghost stories, especially Uruha.
"...And then...the girl went towards the cliff and tossed herself into the depth of the ocean, all because of a misunderstanding. To this day, people who walked by there could hear a faint sob coming from the cliff..." Aoi trailed off, the flashlight in his hand suddenly quivered and shifted from his face to Kai, who let out a small squeak and hid behind Uruha. The blonde laughed and patted his head reassuringly. Aoi quickly stiffled his chuckle and continued, "And the end! So who's turn is it now?"
The five members of The GazettE were sitting in a small circle in Aoi's living room, bored out of their minds as to what to do for Halloween. They recently finished their tour and now they were enjoying lounging around in everyone's apartments. And only three days ago had they celebrated Kai's 26th birthday complete with a large birthday cake, presents, and sleepover. Now, thanks to Uruha's idea, they were taking turns into telling a scary story.
"That story isn't scary at all." Ruki commented, faking a yawn and leaning over to Reita a bit so that their shoulders were touching. "I've done better than that."
"Oh, yeah." The dark-haired guitarist replied sarcastically. "The one where this girl hung herself right in front of her best friend's house? That's more or less the same level as my story. But hey, at least I did manage to scare Kai." He gestured over to the drummer, who frowned at him. "That's better than yours."
"It was your flashlight, not your story." The vocalist argued, crossing his arms.
"Hey, hey, hey. Enough of that. I want to take my turn!" Uruha whined, shaking and directing his flashlight from Aoi to Ruki and then back.
"Yeah, yeah. Just start already." Reita waved a hand as he wrapped a hand around Ruki's neck and pushed him down to his lap as a distraction. The younger man simply shifted his gaze to the bassist and sighed before making himself a bit more comfortable. Aoi turned away to Uruha and covered his mouth from laughing.
"Okay, here goes." Uruha cleared his throat and began, his flashlight tilting up to the ceiling. "There was once a young boy who worked at a store full of used vintage clothes. Many who had taken a look through the shop never did wonder why there were mysterious stains on them and neither did he. When the manager told him to open a newly arrived box of clothes and put them up for sale, one item caught his eyes immediately. It was an expensive and rare designer jeans. He hold it up in awe and asked the manager if he could take it. The manager looked at him, slightly wary, and told him that the jeans belonged to a man who died in a car accident. The red stains on the jeans proved it. But the boy insisted anyways. The manager eventually complied and waved him off."
The blonde's eyes slowly turned to each members and continued, "The next day, the boy wore the jeans. He was quite happy with it and as the day end, the manager couldn't stay to close the store due to an emergency and he told the boy to close soon after before leaving. The boy was all alone now. He continued to reorder the clothes through the dim lights of the shop. As he did, he heard a strange shuffling noise from behind. Slowly, he freezed and turned around. Nobody. Shrugging, he continued his duties. He climbed up the ladder to set up the last batch of clothes....And there it was again. The slight shuffling noise became louder and louder. He turned in alarm before his eyes trailed down. He backed up immediately...because on the bottom of the ladder crawled a man with blood covered his entire body. He glared at the boy and reached up the ladder, trying to get hold of him. The boy tried his best to move away but...unfortunately, the ladder didn't give him that option. Then..."
He slammed a hand down on the floor as he leaned forward, surprising everyone. Kai got hold of Ruki's leg and Ruki tightly grasped hold onto Reita's shirt, his eyes widened.
Uruha smiled. "Darkness. The boy was awakened by the manager the next day. Sitting up, he looked down at his jeans and gasped. Hand marks of blood had stamped all over it and that was then he gave it up to the manager, who put it up for sale later that day. As he walked by with a pile of clothes in his arms, he spotted two boys taking a good look at the pants and asked for the price. He shook his head and headed off. No one knew what happened after that...but to the boy, it was a nightmare long forgotten." Tilting his head, he finished, "The end. How'd you like that?"
Reita cleared his throat softly, smiling behind his clenched fist. "I haven't heard that one in a while. Ruki here must've been scared stiff."
That brought the vocalist back to reality as he quickly let go of the blonde's shirt and retorted hotly, "I'm not!"
"Mm hmm~" The bassist pecked his lips. "I believe you."
Ruki muttered something under his breath and looked away.
Aoi laughed and turned to Uruha. "That was good. Poor Kai though." He crawled to the stiff drummer and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Come on. Nap time."
"...Kay." Kai took hold of the guitarist's hand and allowed himself to be led.
"We should too. Let's go, Uru, Ruki"
"Yeahhh! Sleep over time!" Uruha trotted over to Aoi's room with Reita and Ruki following closely behind.
The End.
A/N: About Uruha's story, I did based it from one episode from "Scary Sunday" (Was it?) starring Matsumoto Jun. It was from 2002 (I think) and I'm not good at making up scary stories. xP
Pairing: Slight ReitaxRuki, UruhaxKai, AoixKai
Band: The GazettE
Rated: PG
Genre: Slight fluff?
Comment: I was going to post three fics for Halloween but one will do for now right? xD
Summary: The GazettE are enjoying their time telling ghost stories, especially Uruha.
"...And then...the girl went towards the cliff and tossed herself into the depth of the ocean, all because of a misunderstanding. To this day, people who walked by there could hear a faint sob coming from the cliff..." Aoi trailed off, the flashlight in his hand suddenly quivered and shifted from his face to Kai, who let out a small squeak and hid behind Uruha. The blonde laughed and patted his head reassuringly. Aoi quickly stiffled his chuckle and continued, "And the end! So who's turn is it now?"
The five members of The GazettE were sitting in a small circle in Aoi's living room, bored out of their minds as to what to do for Halloween. They recently finished their tour and now they were enjoying lounging around in everyone's apartments. And only three days ago had they celebrated Kai's 26th birthday complete with a large birthday cake, presents, and sleepover. Now, thanks to Uruha's idea, they were taking turns into telling a scary story.
"That story isn't scary at all." Ruki commented, faking a yawn and leaning over to Reita a bit so that their shoulders were touching. "I've done better than that."
"Oh, yeah." The dark-haired guitarist replied sarcastically. "The one where this girl hung herself right in front of her best friend's house? That's more or less the same level as my story. But hey, at least I did manage to scare Kai." He gestured over to the drummer, who frowned at him. "That's better than yours."
"It was your flashlight, not your story." The vocalist argued, crossing his arms.
"Hey, hey, hey. Enough of that. I want to take my turn!" Uruha whined, shaking and directing his flashlight from Aoi to Ruki and then back.
"Yeah, yeah. Just start already." Reita waved a hand as he wrapped a hand around Ruki's neck and pushed him down to his lap as a distraction. The younger man simply shifted his gaze to the bassist and sighed before making himself a bit more comfortable. Aoi turned away to Uruha and covered his mouth from laughing.
"Okay, here goes." Uruha cleared his throat and began, his flashlight tilting up to the ceiling. "There was once a young boy who worked at a store full of used vintage clothes. Many who had taken a look through the shop never did wonder why there were mysterious stains on them and neither did he. When the manager told him to open a newly arrived box of clothes and put them up for sale, one item caught his eyes immediately. It was an expensive and rare designer jeans. He hold it up in awe and asked the manager if he could take it. The manager looked at him, slightly wary, and told him that the jeans belonged to a man who died in a car accident. The red stains on the jeans proved it. But the boy insisted anyways. The manager eventually complied and waved him off."
The blonde's eyes slowly turned to each members and continued, "The next day, the boy wore the jeans. He was quite happy with it and as the day end, the manager couldn't stay to close the store due to an emergency and he told the boy to close soon after before leaving. The boy was all alone now. He continued to reorder the clothes through the dim lights of the shop. As he did, he heard a strange shuffling noise from behind. Slowly, he freezed and turned around. Nobody. Shrugging, he continued his duties. He climbed up the ladder to set up the last batch of clothes....And there it was again. The slight shuffling noise became louder and louder. He turned in alarm before his eyes trailed down. He backed up immediately...because on the bottom of the ladder crawled a man with blood covered his entire body. He glared at the boy and reached up the ladder, trying to get hold of him. The boy tried his best to move away but...unfortunately, the ladder didn't give him that option. Then..."
He slammed a hand down on the floor as he leaned forward, surprising everyone. Kai got hold of Ruki's leg and Ruki tightly grasped hold onto Reita's shirt, his eyes widened.
Uruha smiled. "Darkness. The boy was awakened by the manager the next day. Sitting up, he looked down at his jeans and gasped. Hand marks of blood had stamped all over it and that was then he gave it up to the manager, who put it up for sale later that day. As he walked by with a pile of clothes in his arms, he spotted two boys taking a good look at the pants and asked for the price. He shook his head and headed off. No one knew what happened after that...but to the boy, it was a nightmare long forgotten." Tilting his head, he finished, "The end. How'd you like that?"
Reita cleared his throat softly, smiling behind his clenched fist. "I haven't heard that one in a while. Ruki here must've been scared stiff."
That brought the vocalist back to reality as he quickly let go of the blonde's shirt and retorted hotly, "I'm not!"
"Mm hmm~" The bassist pecked his lips. "I believe you."
Ruki muttered something under his breath and looked away.
Aoi laughed and turned to Uruha. "That was good. Poor Kai though." He crawled to the stiff drummer and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Come on. Nap time."
"...Kay." Kai took hold of the guitarist's hand and allowed himself to be led.
"We should too. Let's go, Uru, Ruki"
"Yeahhh! Sleep over time!" Uruha trotted over to Aoi's room with Reita and Ruki following closely behind.
The End.
A/N: About Uruha's story, I did based it from one episode from "Scary Sunday" (Was it?) starring Matsumoto Jun. It was from 2002 (I think) and I'm not good at making up scary stories. xP