Thousend Miles - Chapter Eleven - AoixUruha
Titel : Thousend Miles
Author: sayuri_hiranuma
Rating: nc-17
Genre: Action, Romance
Chapter : Chapter Eleven
Warnings: Violance, hard language
Band : The GazettE
Pairing: Ao ix Uruha
Summary : Aoi grapped the other one on his chin and pulled his face, so that Uruha had to face him. The honey blonde glared at him angrily, tried in vain to turn his head away. Aoi chuckeld darkly, rather he simply bent down and forced Uruha into a kiss.
Comments: English isn´t my first language >< But I hope there aren´t too many mistakes in it *smile*
Yes guys, I´m still alive!
*laugh*
I´m sorry it took me so long.
I was stressed out with school and work x.x
It was shortly after six o´clock in the morning, when Aoi woke up with a faint cry on the lips. Tiredly, he blinked in the darkness until he realized what had just happened. Aoi sighed in frustration. Again! His past was haunting him once again!. The black-haired man turned on his side and looked at the sleeping beauty next to him. It was enough! It definitely couldn´t go on like that any longer! Since the blonde had entered his life, Aoi was haunted by his past that he had pushed to the back of his mind for so many years. But what should he do to end this up?? In order to return to his familiar, even if not so good life? Get rid of the blond? Something he didn´t know how to manage .Killing him was beyond question, but letting him go, he couldn´t do as well...
It was already late in the morning when Uruha wake up, by the noise, which was coming from the living room.
"Shut up fuck up, Matsuo!"
Aoi growled. Of course he knew that it was true what his men accused him of. He knew himself that he was coddling. That he was much too lenient with the blonde and allowed him far too much. But that didn´t give hem the right to question him! It was still HIS decision! His sole decision, how to treat HIS prisoners!
Uruha crept as silent as he could to the hall. He could hear how a door was slammed furiously shut, so that the voices filtered now only muffled to him. Confused, he went back into the bedroom and didn´t believe his eyes. Just in front of him were Aois car keys lying on the nightstand. Aoi's car keys were, practically handet to him on the silver platter. So tempting. Uruha swallowed. Could he really dare to risk an escape attempt? Uruhas thoughts raced in his head, as he tried to decide within seconds what to do. He had to get out of here. He wanted to get out of here!
Even if Aoi was nice to him, the last few days at least, who knew how long it would last? Uruha wanted his freedom! His life back in which he could decide for himself about what he did and above all, where he went! He could give a damn about what the black haired wanted .... It was not like he liked him in any way ....
/ / He is a kidnapper! A murderer! Pull yourself together Uruha! He doesn´t matter to you! You want to leave! You want to leave ... ~ / /
His decision was firm. He had to take his chance. His one and only , perhaps. Aoi was busy and who knew if he would ever forget his key again?
Uruha crept silently to the closet of the assassin and took out a pair of trousers, socks and a sweater. Put the closes on, in no time at all. Shoes, he would hopefully find out at the entrance ~ ...
Uruha took a deep breath, before he crept down the hall, downstairs and then to the door.
Aoi was in the room just next to him. He could hear the hit man pace up and down the room.
Aoi banged furiously with his fist against the wall and glared angrily at his men.
He was sick of justifying himself! He would defiantly prove them wrong! Sissy, my ass!
With his mood clearly murderous he stormed out of the door and would have loved to moan in frustration the very second, he had left the room.
This couldn´t be true!
He had not expected that he would have to prove his subordinates wrong that soon.
Fortune seemed clearly have have left Uruha.
One shoe still in his hand, he stared, like a deer caught in the spotlight, at an anything but happy-looking assassin.
"You," Aoi growled literally at the blond, who was trying to bounce back, and grabbed him by his honey blond hair.
Did Uruha want to seal his own fate with this action? He really couldn´t have had a worse timing!
Aois men grinned maliciously. It would now be proven, whether their boss was really addicted to blonde or not.
Aoi pulled Uruha to his feet and then back up the stairs. The Honey-blonde tried in vain to fight back as Aoi him dragged him mercilessly into the bedroom and threw him on the floor. On any other occasion Aoi wouldn´t have been quite as hard with the blonde, but now was his reputation, his authority questioned. He couldn´t afford to be labeled as effeminate.
In that case, he could just as well dig his own grave! Aoi pulled the blond pretty rudely to his bed and pushed him, in the clear view of all, against the bedpost.
Uruha gasped, as the hard wood was pushed against his ribs. He had in his whole life never felt so humiliated, as in this moment, when Aoi tied him with a rope, Matsuo had brought him. He felt like a cur with his arms tied to the bed, so he was forced to sit on the floor.
All sympathy feeling that he might perhaps have ever felt for the assassin seemed to vanish and gave room for a deep contempt.
Aoi men grinned broadly, some even laughed sardonically, while the whole group left the room.
Aoi looked a last time at Uruha. His Glance as uninterpretable, as ever, before he finally left the room. Pulling the door shut.
Previous Chapters:
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Author: sayuri_hiranuma
Rating: nc-17
Genre: Action, Romance
Chapter : Chapter Eleven
Warnings: Violance, hard language
Band : The GazettE
Pairing: Ao ix Uruha
Summary : Aoi grapped the other one on his chin and pulled his face, so that Uruha had to face him. The honey blonde glared at him angrily, tried in vain to turn his head away. Aoi chuckeld darkly, rather he simply bent down and forced Uruha into a kiss.
Comments: English isn´t my first language >< But I hope there aren´t too many mistakes in it *smile*
Yes guys, I´m still alive!
*laugh*
I´m sorry it took me so long.
I was stressed out with school and work x.x
It was shortly after six o´clock in the morning, when Aoi woke up with a faint cry on the lips. Tiredly, he blinked in the darkness until he realized what had just happened. Aoi sighed in frustration. Again! His past was haunting him once again!. The black-haired man turned on his side and looked at the sleeping beauty next to him. It was enough! It definitely couldn´t go on like that any longer! Since the blonde had entered his life, Aoi was haunted by his past that he had pushed to the back of his mind for so many years. But what should he do to end this up?? In order to return to his familiar, even if not so good life? Get rid of the blond? Something he didn´t know how to manage .Killing him was beyond question, but letting him go, he couldn´t do as well...
It was already late in the morning when Uruha wake up, by the noise, which was coming from the living room.
"Shut up fuck up, Matsuo!"
Aoi growled. Of course he knew that it was true what his men accused him of. He knew himself that he was coddling. That he was much too lenient with the blonde and allowed him far too much. But that didn´t give hem the right to question him! It was still HIS decision! His sole decision, how to treat HIS prisoners!
Uruha crept as silent as he could to the hall. He could hear how a door was slammed furiously shut, so that the voices filtered now only muffled to him. Confused, he went back into the bedroom and didn´t believe his eyes. Just in front of him were Aois car keys lying on the nightstand. Aoi's car keys were, practically handet to him on the silver platter. So tempting. Uruha swallowed. Could he really dare to risk an escape attempt? Uruhas thoughts raced in his head, as he tried to decide within seconds what to do. He had to get out of here. He wanted to get out of here!
Even if Aoi was nice to him, the last few days at least, who knew how long it would last? Uruha wanted his freedom! His life back in which he could decide for himself about what he did and above all, where he went! He could give a damn about what the black haired wanted .... It was not like he liked him in any way ....
/ / He is a kidnapper! A murderer! Pull yourself together Uruha! He doesn´t matter to you! You want to leave! You want to leave ... ~ / /
His decision was firm. He had to take his chance. His one and only , perhaps. Aoi was busy and who knew if he would ever forget his key again?
Uruha crept silently to the closet of the assassin and took out a pair of trousers, socks and a sweater. Put the closes on, in no time at all. Shoes, he would hopefully find out at the entrance ~ ...
Uruha took a deep breath, before he crept down the hall, downstairs and then to the door.
Aoi was in the room just next to him. He could hear the hit man pace up and down the room.
Aoi banged furiously with his fist against the wall and glared angrily at his men.
He was sick of justifying himself! He would defiantly prove them wrong! Sissy, my ass!
With his mood clearly murderous he stormed out of the door and would have loved to moan in frustration the very second, he had left the room.
This couldn´t be true!
He had not expected that he would have to prove his subordinates wrong that soon.
Fortune seemed clearly have have left Uruha.
One shoe still in his hand, he stared, like a deer caught in the spotlight, at an anything but happy-looking assassin.
"You," Aoi growled literally at the blond, who was trying to bounce back, and grabbed him by his honey blond hair.
Did Uruha want to seal his own fate with this action? He really couldn´t have had a worse timing!
Aois men grinned maliciously. It would now be proven, whether their boss was really addicted to blonde or not.
Aoi pulled Uruha to his feet and then back up the stairs. The Honey-blonde tried in vain to fight back as Aoi him dragged him mercilessly into the bedroom and threw him on the floor. On any other occasion Aoi wouldn´t have been quite as hard with the blonde, but now was his reputation, his authority questioned. He couldn´t afford to be labeled as effeminate.
In that case, he could just as well dig his own grave! Aoi pulled the blond pretty rudely to his bed and pushed him, in the clear view of all, against the bedpost.
Uruha gasped, as the hard wood was pushed against his ribs. He had in his whole life never felt so humiliated, as in this moment, when Aoi tied him with a rope, Matsuo had brought him. He felt like a cur with his arms tied to the bed, so he was forced to sit on the floor.
All sympathy feeling that he might perhaps have ever felt for the assassin seemed to vanish and gave room for a deep contempt.
Aoi men grinned broadly, some even laughed sardonically, while the whole group left the room.
Aoi looked a last time at Uruha. His Glance as uninterpretable, as ever, before he finally left the room. Pulling the door shut.
Previous Chapters:
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten