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Titel : Thousend Miles
Author: sayuri_hiranuma
Rating: nc-17
Genre: Action, Romance
Chapter : Chapte Fourteen
Warnings: Violance, hard language, smut in this one :D
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*
Uruha stared dumbfounded at the white door that had just fallen into the lock. A thick glump had formed in his throat, while Aoi's steps echoed on the stairs. Slowly he sat up in bed, the blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders because he was suddenly so terribly cold without Aois warm body next to him.
Uruha gulped as his brain slowly realized what had just happened. He felt numb. He couldn´t take his eyes off of the door. Slowly, he pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them. Rested his head on his knees . He couldn´t believe what he had just done. And more importantly he couldn´t believe what he had felt. A delicate aroma of Aois perfume still hung in the room. Mixed with the one of Uruha, and the smell of sex. Stroke his nose. Uruha clenched his hands into fists so tightly that his fingernails almost pierced his palms. A frustrated sound escaped Uruhas - still red kissed lips, as he let himself fall into the bed again.
Why does it hurt so much?
Aoi slammed the door of his office angrily shut. Kicked a chair with his foot so that it landed with a loud crash on the ground, and buried his hands in his hair. A furious cry left his lips, and the next moment he struck his fist against the next best wall so that the skin on his knuckles split open. Warm blood ran down his fingers , but he couldn´t care less. This whole situation felt like a juke. An evil, crazy joke, that wasn´t funny at all....
He slowly ran his hand along the wall. Leaving a bloody trail on the otherwise plain wall.
Aoi's mind buzzed.
How long have he waited for it?
How many years had he been looking for him?
The man who had destroyed his life. The one who had taken everything that was dear to him.
How many years had the desire for revenge dominated his thoughts. Aoi had given himself away for the sake of revange....
The Blackhaired walked restlessly back and forth. Lit a cigarette almost shakily and blew the blue smoke into the air.
Aoi could not believe that he was so close to achieve his goal. The fact that the blonde was actually the son of the man , on whom taking revange was Aois only goal in life...
Uruha slowly stood up from the bed. And searched for his clothes with jittery movements , which were still scattered all over the floor and left for the bedroom.
Hot water was steaming down on him, while he was leaning against the cool wall of the shower and slowly slid down to the floor. He had hoped the water would wash away his thoughts as well as the smell of sex, which still clung to him like a second skin.
But that didn´t happen. With a resigned sigh, he pulled his legs closer to his body.
Aoi was not the first man who had disappeared immediately after the sex. On the contrary. Only a very few of his one -night affairs remained much longer than they needed to get their pants back on.
So why did it hurt him so much?
Why did he feel so used ?
Because it was a complete different situation.
Aoi was not one of his hook ups.
Not one of those guys Uruha wasn´t even interested to know the name...
Aoi was different.
For the first time in his life he was interested in a man, more than just in his body.
Uruha started to shake,
Why did it have to just happen to him?
Why with a man to whom he was hardly more than a toy?
Why did he have to feel the magic, he yearned to feel for all his life with Aoi?
A murderer, a criminal of the worst kind, and yet the most fascinating person Uruha had ever met?
Why he'd just have to fall in love with him?
Aoi angry hurried the steps back up to the room Uruha was kept in. He didn´twaste any time. Not if he was so close to achieve his goal.
He needed the mans name. And the sooner he got it, the sooner he would get his revenge.
"Uruha!" , Aois voice had thundered along the hall, as he called for the blonde, who had just left the bathroom.
Uruha winced , as Aoi cached him on his upper arm and angrily throw him against the next best wall.
"What's his name?"
Aoi eyes were so cold, that Uruha had to look away. This unemotional gaze...
It send cold shivers down Uruhas spine.
"Who - what do you mean -"
Aoi's hand wrapped itself around the throat of the honey blonde, forcing his head upwards, so that Uruha had to look him in the eyes.
"Your father! What s the´name of this miserable bastard? ", Aoi hissed the words dangerously.
"I-what? I ... "
Now Uruha really didn´t understand a thing.. What had his father, or rather his grower had to do with the whole thing?
He didn´t even knew him!
Aoi strenghtened his grip on Uruhas throat a bit, he was much too angry to be able to even think clearly.
The honey blonde gasped, closing his eyes, his hands in despairately clamped on Aois much stronger one.
"Let me go - I can´t breathe! "
Uruha was gasping for air like a fish on the dry. Still not understanding what was going on and what Aoi wanted to know.
"I said, what ist the name of your damn father!"
Aoi loosened his grip a bit.
"I don´t know! Please, I can´t breath! "
Uruhas fingernails dug into Aoi's hand as the blonde pulled in vain on them.
"Stop lying!"
Aoi finally let him go. Threw Uruha angrily on the floor.
"I don´t lie to you! I don´t know-I don´t fucking know his name! "
Uruhas voice trembled and he had to control himself really hard to not bursting into tears in front of Aoi. He didn´t want to disgrace himself any further...
But once again the assassin pulled Uruha back up to his feet, ready to beat the name out of the Honeyblonde, if it was really needed.
Uruha eyes narrowed and he braced himself for the blow, which would undoubtedly come, only to be surprised again by Aoi , as he was thrown on the floor again.
Furious, the hit man turned on his heel and disappeared into the bedroom.
Leaving a finally collapsing Uruha alone.
Only a single muffled sobs struck his ears, before he closed the door behind him.
The blonde seemed to really know anything....
Then he would have to find a different way to find out, what he needed to know so badly.....
Only minutes later, Aoi left his bedroom again, this time fully clothed. Ignoring the still sobbing Uruha, who was still lying on the floor.
He finally knew how he would get the name....
There was still e person who couldn´t had forgotten it......
Uruhas mother.
The engine of Aois car roared in protest as he sped along the long road.
To the small house outside Tokyo, in which he knew he would find her...
The storm whipped, as it did the previous night relentlessly when he finally stopped in front of a plain-looking house.
He had appeared in the middle of the night and the whole town was still asleep.
The hit-man only hesitated for a single moment, before he finally left his car. Pulling his jacket higher up, so that it was covering his whole face, up to his nose. Normally he didn´t care about his victims seeing his face, because it was usually the last thing they would ever see. But somehow it was different this time.
Aoi knocked on the massive wooden door, and only shortly afterwards it was opened. The storm was far too strong for leaving standing outside. Especially in the middle of the night.
"Can I help you?", A kind-looking woman was peering through the small gab, she had opend. Not being aware of who Aoi was.
"You really can...~", the hit-man grinned , but his grin was well hidden under his jacket, only leaving his exes to see.
"Where is your husband? Kouyous father? Where is that bastard? "
A startled cry, left the full lips of the woman, and she dinstinctively shrinked away from the weapon that Aoi was holding right into her face
"I - what?"
Aoi's expression was hard to red.
"What's his name? And where is he? "
Aoi pressed the woman against the wall next best wall, to give his words more emphasis.
"I - I don´t know! I Don´t ! I really....!”
The defenseless woman almost immediately broke out in sobs.
"What's his name?"
"I don´t now whre he is...I don´t...”
Uruhas mother seemed so to be not even listening anymore to Aois words. The shock had driven into her bone, so that she couldn´t stop stuttering,
Again and again she repeated the phrase that she did not know where he was and ignored completely, that Aoi was now simply just asking for the name.
Furiously ,Aoi threw her on the ground. His patience was coming to an end. Not that he was blessed with a great deal of it.
"I said what's his name? Damn it! What is the bastard´s name? "He shouted at the woman now completely outraged. The weapon dangerously shaking in his hand
"I do not know! I swear I know not where he is! "
She seemed to still not understand.
"The name! Just tell me the fucking name! "
"Ta - ~ Takashima Takashima Matsumoto," she finally gave him the answer he wanted to hear. Even if the sobs made it almost impossible to understand her.
Aoi's hand trembled as he looked down at her. Furiously, and it was another Dejavou that hit him like a wrecking ball in the face.
The same words. The same situation. Only this time he had the gun in his hand ...
Author: sayuri_hiranuma
Rating: nc-17
Genre: Action, Romance
Chapter : Chapte Fourteen
Warnings: Violance, hard language, smut in this one :D
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*
Uruha stared dumbfounded at the white door that had just fallen into the lock. A thick glump had formed in his throat, while Aoi's steps echoed on the stairs. Slowly he sat up in bed, the blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders because he was suddenly so terribly cold without Aois warm body next to him.
Uruha gulped as his brain slowly realized what had just happened. He felt numb. He couldn´t take his eyes off of the door. Slowly, he pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them. Rested his head on his knees . He couldn´t believe what he had just done. And more importantly he couldn´t believe what he had felt. A delicate aroma of Aois perfume still hung in the room. Mixed with the one of Uruha, and the smell of sex. Stroke his nose. Uruha clenched his hands into fists so tightly that his fingernails almost pierced his palms. A frustrated sound escaped Uruhas - still red kissed lips, as he let himself fall into the bed again.
Why does it hurt so much?
Aoi slammed the door of his office angrily shut. Kicked a chair with his foot so that it landed with a loud crash on the ground, and buried his hands in his hair. A furious cry left his lips, and the next moment he struck his fist against the next best wall so that the skin on his knuckles split open. Warm blood ran down his fingers , but he couldn´t care less. This whole situation felt like a juke. An evil, crazy joke, that wasn´t funny at all....
He slowly ran his hand along the wall. Leaving a bloody trail on the otherwise plain wall.
Aoi's mind buzzed.
How long have he waited for it?
How many years had he been looking for him?
The man who had destroyed his life. The one who had taken everything that was dear to him.
How many years had the desire for revenge dominated his thoughts. Aoi had given himself away for the sake of revange....
The Blackhaired walked restlessly back and forth. Lit a cigarette almost shakily and blew the blue smoke into the air.
Aoi could not believe that he was so close to achieve his goal. The fact that the blonde was actually the son of the man , on whom taking revange was Aois only goal in life...
Uruha slowly stood up from the bed. And searched for his clothes with jittery movements , which were still scattered all over the floor and left for the bedroom.
Hot water was steaming down on him, while he was leaning against the cool wall of the shower and slowly slid down to the floor. He had hoped the water would wash away his thoughts as well as the smell of sex, which still clung to him like a second skin.
But that didn´t happen. With a resigned sigh, he pulled his legs closer to his body.
Aoi was not the first man who had disappeared immediately after the sex. On the contrary. Only a very few of his one -night affairs remained much longer than they needed to get their pants back on.
So why did it hurt him so much?
Why did he feel so used ?
Because it was a complete different situation.
Aoi was not one of his hook ups.
Not one of those guys Uruha wasn´t even interested to know the name...
Aoi was different.
For the first time in his life he was interested in a man, more than just in his body.
Uruha started to shake,
Why did it have to just happen to him?
Why with a man to whom he was hardly more than a toy?
Why did he have to feel the magic, he yearned to feel for all his life with Aoi?
A murderer, a criminal of the worst kind, and yet the most fascinating person Uruha had ever met?
Why he'd just have to fall in love with him?
Aoi angry hurried the steps back up to the room Uruha was kept in. He didn´twaste any time. Not if he was so close to achieve his goal.
He needed the mans name. And the sooner he got it, the sooner he would get his revenge.
"Uruha!" , Aois voice had thundered along the hall, as he called for the blonde, who had just left the bathroom.
Uruha winced , as Aoi cached him on his upper arm and angrily throw him against the next best wall.
"What's his name?"
Aoi eyes were so cold, that Uruha had to look away. This unemotional gaze...
It send cold shivers down Uruhas spine.
"Who - what do you mean -"
Aoi's hand wrapped itself around the throat of the honey blonde, forcing his head upwards, so that Uruha had to look him in the eyes.
"Your father! What s the´name of this miserable bastard? ", Aoi hissed the words dangerously.
"I-what? I ... "
Now Uruha really didn´t understand a thing.. What had his father, or rather his grower had to do with the whole thing?
He didn´t even knew him!
Aoi strenghtened his grip on Uruhas throat a bit, he was much too angry to be able to even think clearly.
The honey blonde gasped, closing his eyes, his hands in despairately clamped on Aois much stronger one.
"Let me go - I can´t breathe! "
Uruha was gasping for air like a fish on the dry. Still not understanding what was going on and what Aoi wanted to know.
"I said, what ist the name of your damn father!"
Aoi loosened his grip a bit.
"I don´t know! Please, I can´t breath! "
Uruhas fingernails dug into Aoi's hand as the blonde pulled in vain on them.
"Stop lying!"
Aoi finally let him go. Threw Uruha angrily on the floor.
"I don´t lie to you! I don´t know-I don´t fucking know his name! "
Uruhas voice trembled and he had to control himself really hard to not bursting into tears in front of Aoi. He didn´t want to disgrace himself any further...
But once again the assassin pulled Uruha back up to his feet, ready to beat the name out of the Honeyblonde, if it was really needed.
Uruha eyes narrowed and he braced himself for the blow, which would undoubtedly come, only to be surprised again by Aoi , as he was thrown on the floor again.
Furious, the hit man turned on his heel and disappeared into the bedroom.
Leaving a finally collapsing Uruha alone.
Only a single muffled sobs struck his ears, before he closed the door behind him.
The blonde seemed to really know anything....
Then he would have to find a different way to find out, what he needed to know so badly.....
Only minutes later, Aoi left his bedroom again, this time fully clothed. Ignoring the still sobbing Uruha, who was still lying on the floor.
He finally knew how he would get the name....
There was still e person who couldn´t had forgotten it......
Uruhas mother.
The engine of Aois car roared in protest as he sped along the long road.
To the small house outside Tokyo, in which he knew he would find her...
The storm whipped, as it did the previous night relentlessly when he finally stopped in front of a plain-looking house.
He had appeared in the middle of the night and the whole town was still asleep.
The hit-man only hesitated for a single moment, before he finally left his car. Pulling his jacket higher up, so that it was covering his whole face, up to his nose. Normally he didn´t care about his victims seeing his face, because it was usually the last thing they would ever see. But somehow it was different this time.
Aoi knocked on the massive wooden door, and only shortly afterwards it was opened. The storm was far too strong for leaving standing outside. Especially in the middle of the night.
"Can I help you?", A kind-looking woman was peering through the small gab, she had opend. Not being aware of who Aoi was.
"You really can...~", the hit-man grinned , but his grin was well hidden under his jacket, only leaving his exes to see.
"Where is your husband? Kouyous father? Where is that bastard? "
A startled cry, left the full lips of the woman, and she dinstinctively shrinked away from the weapon that Aoi was holding right into her face
"I - what?"
Aoi's expression was hard to red.
"What's his name? And where is he? "
Aoi pressed the woman against the wall next best wall, to give his words more emphasis.
"I - I don´t know! I Don´t ! I really....!”
The defenseless woman almost immediately broke out in sobs.
"What's his name?"
"I don´t now whre he is...I don´t...”
Uruhas mother seemed so to be not even listening anymore to Aois words. The shock had driven into her bone, so that she couldn´t stop stuttering,
Again and again she repeated the phrase that she did not know where he was and ignored completely, that Aoi was now simply just asking for the name.
Furiously ,Aoi threw her on the ground. His patience was coming to an end. Not that he was blessed with a great deal of it.
"I said what's his name? Damn it! What is the bastard´s name? "He shouted at the woman now completely outraged. The weapon dangerously shaking in his hand
"I do not know! I swear I know not where he is! "
She seemed to still not understand.
"The name! Just tell me the fucking name! "
"Ta - ~ Takashima Takashima Matsumoto," she finally gave him the answer he wanted to hear. Even if the sobs made it almost impossible to understand her.
Aoi's hand trembled as he looked down at her. Furiously, and it was another Dejavou that hit him like a wrecking ball in the face.
The same words. The same situation. Only this time he had the gun in his hand ...