Dead Love- fan fiction-One shot- gazette-UruhaxAoi
hey there ^^
This is a one shot... just a shorty...
Don't get too shocked okay...I didn't mean anything with it XD
Title: Dead Love
author: Me..? Sarcasm_chan
warning: well, it's pretty weird...and eh someone is dead, oh and they're all older and stuff...Some things I said in it are not even my opinion...And I really, really don't think one of them is, or will be like I put them down there...
pairings: AoixUruha (but you won't really notice it)
disclaimers: unfortunately, their manager didn't want to sell them to me ;_; the meanie wants them for his own use -_-; so, i don't own them....
rating: FSK 16
genre: murder
Summary:
"He was laying in the bushes, his body was white, his mouth was hanging open, his eyes were staring,"
It was a Saturday morning, about 8 o’clock, while the rain was pouring down and you could hear the wind blow through the tops of the trees.
It was now when an old lady, taking a walk with her precious little dog, which she bought for the replacement of the company of her passed-away husband, fell over his feet.
He was laying in the bushes, his body was white, his mouth was hanging open, his eyes were staring, blood…blood everywhere.
The dog started barking, the lady screamed till there was no long left in her poor longs (that didn’t take such a long time).
The traffic had just continued, the police just left. The body was brought to our mortuary…
I sighed, corpses are always bad news. But when the dead one is a celebrity…
This was not going to be nice for the chief…Not nice at all…
I have to admit I also recognized him from something, though he looked horrible…Someone really…well he was stabbed more then once…
What a cruelty…
I listened to their music sometimes, some songs were too…hard….but they also had songs I did appreciate…Their music pumped my veins full with adrenaline sometimes, and with my job, that’s not a bad thing.
But this is the part of my job I hate the most… Telling the relatives…Telling the friends of the dead one…
The last one was my job, not the way how I imagined my meeting with gazette…Not that I was fantasizing about that…But you know, it’s like…meeting a celebrity…and then you have to tell them this…
Of course they already know it…We always call them…
But now, I have to…Ask those horrible questions…
Sometimes I wish I’d become something else then a police officer.
The PS company building, sergeant Nozomi Akio at one of the police stations of Tokyo, got out of his car.
He was around 30, a few years younger then the band-members.
They stopped a while ago…Gazette, but still did some performances…Well, they won’t do that anymore.
Akio got in, he sighed. He showed his pass to the girl behind the counter.
”Good day,” He said
”No sir…Bad day…And you know why…” the girl looked sad. In the hall somebody already hung up a black banner.
He sighed again. “Where can I find them?”
She told him the way… “It’s such a lose, sir…Such a lose…” She mumbled.
A lose as him in person, or for the company?
Akio walked the way and came into a room, a big comfortable lounge.
On the walls were pictures of all the band this company “owns”. The last four of gazette were sitting underneath their own picture.
His little sister told him once that celebrities are never allowed to smile on those pictures… Only in special occasions…Well, even those pictures almost seem to laugh from joy if you compared them with their models beyond them.
Akio coughed. The four guys looked up.
”I’m sergeant Nozomi Akio, “ he said. “I condole you with the lose of Takashima Kouyou…”
They seemed not able to speak…
” Uruha…” Aoi said.
”Hmm?” Akio answered.
”Uruha! His name was Uruha! He preferred Uruha!”
“Ah…okay…you must be… Shiroyama Yuu…?”
“No…I’m Aoi…”
“As you wish sir…But I do have to use your real names…”
Silence… Akio looked at the band…
All depressed and defeated by this lose…They did look different since they became older…
The guitarist Aoi, his piercing were all removed…. The drummer actually didn’t change much…The vocalist had black hair and you could see that he smoked so much, cause his face was getting older…And he was not even forty yet… 38 or something…
The bassist also changed a lot…He was not wearing bandana’s anymore, his hair was also black…
These men left their times of success behind them a while ago…They became older…the population didn’t like them THAT much anymore, they became too old for the youth…Only real admirers still bought Gazette’s singles…
”So…”How much he hated it…He had to do it anyway… “What can you tell me…about Kouyou?”
”That he preferred Uruha…” Aoi repeated grumpy.
”Apart from that sir…”
The others sighed.
This was the first time one of the other three opened his mouth.
“He…He was loyal…nonchalant…Did everything in his own…tempo… He…Was just Uruha…” Ruki said.
“Ah… you are Matsumoto Takanori?”
“Yes…”
“Then you must be Uke Yutaka?” Akio asked to Kai.
Kai nodded, but seemed not able to speak.
”And you are Suzuki Akira?”
The bassist nodded…He was the one that changed the most in his looks…Without that bandana and his blond hair…Nobody would recognize him…
Akio sighed again…
”Uruha…” he continued. “Is found in Ikebukuro, stabbed several times…Do any of you know what he was doing in Ikebukuro?”
“Yes…” Reita answered softly.
”Hmm?” Akio asked.
”He… Came there sometimes, cause he thought it was one of the most fun parts of Tokyo…”
“Ah I see…”
“Does…Does Miu know what happened?” Reita asked.
”Miu?” Akio said.
”His girlfriend…”
”Ah…Well yes…My colleagues informed her yes…”
The bassist nodded.
”Is…Do you already have any idea who could do this?” Aoi asked.
”No…We don’t…I hoped that maybe you could tell me if Kouyou had any enemies…?” Akio responded.
The all shook their heads…
”Not…Not that I’m aware of…” Aoi answered.
The routine questions were done…Akio asked them to take contact when something happens, to be careful and to stay in the country…
”Why? Are we suspects?” Aoi said aggressive.
”No…Because of your safety…” Akio answered. “Goodbye gentlemen…”
The policeman left…
The band was silent…One of them…wasn’t here anymore…
Gazette’s official end…
The front door opened easily…The house was big, new…They just moved…
Aoi let himself fall on the new big couch…
”Dad?” A voice said.
He looked up and smiled. His son…twelve years old son…
He wasn’t his son…Not Aoi’s son…Naoki was adopted by Aoi and Sakura…
But they both knew who the father was…
Naoki looked like him… He had the same eyes…
When he asked Aoi to do this for him…Cause…Aoi couldn’t get any children…
Naoki was the last prove of Uruha’s existence…
He looked so much like his father…
Uruha and Miu didn’t want children…It was too early… And Uruha knew that Aoi did want children…He accepted Naoki as his son from the first day…
Sakura was so happy…She loved Naoki so much… Aoi loved him so much…
”Dad…Is…is he gone?” Naoki asked.
Aoi sighed. “Come..” He said to his son.
Naoki came…He sat down next to his dad…
Aoi hugged his son and kissed him on his head.
”He is gone…isn’t he dad? He…”
“Shhhht…” Aoi said.
”…He was my dad too…”
“Yes…yes he was…”
“But…you are more my dad then he was…” Naoki said. “So I’m glad I still have you…”
”You are my son…But you also were his son Naoki…He also loved you…”
“I know…” Naoki said. He started to cry…
Aoi caressed the head of the boy…What he was doing, was something Aoi couldn’t do…The pain was to heavy for tears…He loved his son so much…It was HIS son…
Aoi felt the pain of what he did…
What had he done?
He knew…he knew that it had been impossible from the beginning…
He loved Uruha too much…Way too much…
Their love…their love was more intense then any other love…
But what he wanted to do…what Uruha asked from him was too much…He couldn’t do that…
“I want you to stay away…” Aoi asked.
“What? But…” Uruha said.
I can’t do this…I can’t give him back to you…”
“But…I’m his dad too…And I did want him…Miu didn’t want him…And he also doesn’t have to live with me…Just…I want to see him more often…”
”But that will confuse him! If he wants to see you more often, he’ll say that when he’s ready!”
”But I have a RIGHT to see him!”
”And I am still his dad!”
”So AM I!” Uruha shouted.
”Yes…biological…But who takes care of him when he is sick? Who tells him stories and teaches him to play guitar and football? Who, tell me, who is the one that taught him EVERYTHING he needs to know? VERY GOOD URU! THAT’S ME!”
“I know I missed much in his life…But…I want to catch that up…Like I said…I just want some more time with him…”
“Yes, but you’ll want more and more time, and before you know, he also leaves me! JUST LIKE YOU DID!”
”I never left you! I’m always there when you need me!”
“But you don’t love me anymore Uru…I noticed it…”
“…We talked about that Aoi…”
“Yes…But it’s still true…”
“But that’s not what this conversation is about! I just want some time with my son…You know, play football with him in the park…go eating pizza somewhere…”
“BUT FOR THOSE THINGS HE HAS ME! I AM HIS DAD! YOU ARE NOT TAKING HIM AWAY FOM ME!”
“Let him decide about that…” Uruha said.
”What?”
’Let him decide if he wants to see me or not…”
“How are you supposed to do that? I don’t want you to talk with him about that stuff! You know that!”
Uruha gave him the “We’ll see”-glance…
And a few weeks later…Naoki came down with a smile on his face, saying to his mother that he was going outside…He brought a football with him…
’Isn’t that sweet Aoi?” Sakura had said.
”He’s just going to play football with some friends…”
”No…Didn’t he tell you? He’s going to play football with Uruha…He called, if he was allowed to take him with him…Of course he is…It’s also his child…And Naoki was very excited about it…”
“HE WHAT?” Aoi had shouted.
“Ah Aoi…That’s no problem is it? It’s just a game of football.. Uruha has the right to have some contact with Naoki…And since he seems to like it....Why not?”
Aoi had groaned something…
He knew what was going to happen…Uruha was going to make Naoki “fall in love with him” and then suddenly…He’ll never let something hear from him…
Aoi didn’t want that to happen…It was worse enough that Uruha had done that to himself…But he keeps his hands of Naoki!
Naoki couldn’t talk about other stuff then about his day at the carnival with Uruha, he was allowed to go in the rollercoaster, eat much candy, and they had so much fun!
Aoi pretended like he was happy for his son, and he was…But the jealousy was already spreading through his veins…Naoki couldn’t talk about anything else then Uruha, and Uruha was a painful memory for Aoi…
And now he was stealing his son…
Days later, Aoi came home and saw that Uruha just came back with Naoki, they’d been to the arcade…
When Naoki closed the door of the car he waved to Uruha and yelled: ‘Bye dad!”
That word…That echoed through Aoi’s body…
Dad…Dad…DAD!
This had to stop…This HAD to stop!
Aoi could remember everything Uruha said:
”He’s also my son…And he likes me…I like him, no I love him Aoi…He’s my son…And if I want to do stuff with my son you can’t blame me…He seems to like it…So what is the problem?”
”You…”Aoi had answered…”You are the problem…YOU STOLE MY SON FROM ME!”
He didn’t meant to…He didn’t want to…
But…before he knew…
Before he knew…
Uruha was dead…
He stabbed him…The one he loved so much and hated even more…
What had he done?
He could remember Uruha’s dead body….
Those eyes…still open from surprise…
He had thrown the knife away…just let it drop somewhere…
What had he done?
He…he killed one of his best friends…He…killed…him…
He was a monster…
What had he done?
It was now when Aoi remembered all this…While Naoki put his head on his dad’s shoulder…Feeling the lose of his other father…
It was now when the results of the lab from the OR came to the desk of Akio’s chief…
It was now when the police cars started their motors to drive…
It was now…that Naoki heard the sirens…It was now when he saw the face of his dad…
”Dad?” Naoki asked. He could hear at his own voice that he was crying…
Aoi took a breath, swallowed…Looked at his son and said:
”I love you…I will always love you…”
”DAD?” Naoki cried.
It was now when Naoki saw how his dad got caught by the police…
The boy screamed…Cried…Punched…Kicked… Did everything…
But he couldn’t do something against it…
He saw his mother crying…He saw his dad…get into the car….
Now he had not even one father left anymore…