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Oct 25, 2008 14:43


Title: City Lights
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: selfishlove22
Beta: stargatecrazy
Genre: Romance
Warnings: um... hot men? None really
Rating: PG
Pairing: AoixUruha
Synopsis: Drabble-y thing, Aoi plays guitar for Uruha as they look out on Tokyo
Comments: My first fic on lj, please give me feedback? *huggles*


Uruha steps out from the flat onto the balcony with a lit cigarette in his hand. The minor key sounds of Aoi playing the guitar are louder here, so Uruha draws in a deep breath of smoke and closes his eyes to the sound of the music. It’s a calm and sombre piece, and Uruha can imagine the fingers of the older man flowing over the strings of the acoustic. He opens his eyes and moves forward slightly to watch Aoi’s playing.
The sight that meets him is beautiful.
Aoi’s dark hair masking his face as he concentrates on the music he is creating, set on a backdrop of the dark sky and city lights of Tokyo.
Uruha can feel the exact moment when Aoi realises his presence, the melody begins to morph into Uruha’s favourite tune - a piece with an optimistic feel but just a hint of sadness - which Aoi had written for him. The beauty of the song and the memories it holds causes Uruha to move forward again, this time to lean on the balcony and watch Aoi more closely.
The dark haired man’s fingers flitter over the strings, and he flicks his hair away from his eyes with a soft twitch of his head when it impedes his vision. Aoi draws his lip ring into his mouth ever-so-slightly in concentration, and his right hand plucks the strings with a practiced fluidity. As he takes another drag of his cigarette, Uruha notices that even when Aoi is slumped over a guitar in his jeans he still manages to look graceful.
Uruha’s song builds and comes to an end, and Aoi places his guitar aside to stand up.
They meet in a strong kiss that says ‘I love you’ without the unnecessary words. The fingers of one hand come to interlace as their tongues curl together before they pull apart and Aoi looks out at the sprawl of gold lights that are the city.

“This is nice.” To Uruha, Aoi’s voice seems to dance with the volumes of meaning beneath the three simple words. They share the rest of Uruha’s cigarette, looking down on the city, feeling like they can see the lives of everyone in the world.

Because together, they can do anything.

aoixuruha, fic

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