the gazette; i care about you
I care about you
Reita/Ruki, g
Reita’s being the good boyfriend and making sure nothing has happened to Ruki when they haven’t seen him in a few days.
A/N: Okay, fine, I know this has been done like thousands of times but. But yeah. And totally cheesy and stuff :(
He opened the door and stepped inside. The first thing that hit him was the silence. It was unbelievable silent in the apartment and when he called out
“Hello? Are you home?” the owner of the apartment did not answer. The light was turned off but the door had been unlocked and he knew that it never was unlocked if nobody was there. Strange. Confused and a bit worried he walked into the silent apartment. Then suddenly, he heard a noise. A silent whimper, it sounded like, then followed by a groan. He immediately recognized the voice as the owner of the apartment’s and walked with faster steps towards the bedroom, the source to the noises he believed. His heart was beating fast while he walked through the apartment. When he hear another whimper, he almost ran and in a couple of seconds he was standing in front of the closed, orange bedroom door.
“Takanori!” He exclaimed after he had rushed inside the room. There, clad only in a loose t-shirt and boxer shorts, lay Takanori - also known as Ruki, the vocalist from the GazettE - , sweaty from fever on, his bed. He was deep asleep and his covers and blankets were thrown to the floor and he was curled into a ball. “Takanori,” He walked over to the bed and bent down over the small figure. Carefully he pushed away some sweaty hair from Takanori’s forehead and placed his large hand on it. It was completely hot. Shocked, he pulled away his hand and started carefully shaking the small man’s shoulders. “Taka, wake up.” Takanori turned his blonde head and grunted in his sleep. “Wake up, Takanori, wake up. Or else I will read the poem I wrote yesterday.” And as if the sleeping man had heard the last part, he snapped his eyes open.
“A…Akira?” Akira let go of the other man’s shoulders and smiled at him before bending down to pick up the covers. They were damp and so he put them in a pile on Takanori’s table. Then he opened a drawer and pulled out a new blanket. “W-Why are you here, Akira?”
“We hadn’t heard from you in a couple of days so I wanted to see if everything was alright with you.” He pulled up the younger man onto his lap, placing the blanket over him and started carefully caressing the blonde hair. “Have you eaten anything today?” The man in his lap shook his head. “Then I’ll make something for you.” Akira, also known as Reita, the GazettE’s bassist, said. “But why didn’t you tell us you were sick?”
“Because I am not,” came the low answer.
“You’re practically burning up, you’re shaking and shivering. I think that’s proof enough that you’re sick, Taka.”
“Okay, fine. I might be a tad sick.” Takanori confessed and sighed. “I just didn’t want that you would get worried.”
“I worry much more if I don’t know what has happened to you than if I know it.” Akira said. “And when you’re sick, I want to take care of you, want to make you feel better.”
“Why?”
“Why, you ask. Taka, even after so many years, you ask me that. Haven’t you yet learnt the answer? Because I love you of course, silly.” Takanori blushed and buried his head in Akira’s chest. He mumbled something too low for the other man to be able to catch.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
“I said I love you too…” Akira smiled at the smaller man.
“I know,” he said simply and lifted up Takanori bridal style, the red blanket still around him. “Come on, we’ll go make a hot and delicious soup for you.”
The End
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Reita/Ruki, g
Reita’s being the good boyfriend and making sure nothing has happened to Ruki when they haven’t seen him in a few days.
A/N: Okay, fine, I know this has been done like thousands of times but. But yeah. And totally cheesy and stuff :(
He opened the door and stepped inside. The first thing that hit him was the silence. It was unbelievable silent in the apartment and when he called out
“Hello? Are you home?” the owner of the apartment did not answer. The light was turned off but the door had been unlocked and he knew that it never was unlocked if nobody was there. Strange. Confused and a bit worried he walked into the silent apartment. Then suddenly, he heard a noise. A silent whimper, it sounded like, then followed by a groan. He immediately recognized the voice as the owner of the apartment’s and walked with faster steps towards the bedroom, the source to the noises he believed. His heart was beating fast while he walked through the apartment. When he hear another whimper, he almost ran and in a couple of seconds he was standing in front of the closed, orange bedroom door.
“Takanori!” He exclaimed after he had rushed inside the room. There, clad only in a loose t-shirt and boxer shorts, lay Takanori - also known as Ruki, the vocalist from the GazettE - , sweaty from fever on, his bed. He was deep asleep and his covers and blankets were thrown to the floor and he was curled into a ball. “Takanori,” He walked over to the bed and bent down over the small figure. Carefully he pushed away some sweaty hair from Takanori’s forehead and placed his large hand on it. It was completely hot. Shocked, he pulled away his hand and started carefully shaking the small man’s shoulders. “Taka, wake up.” Takanori turned his blonde head and grunted in his sleep. “Wake up, Takanori, wake up. Or else I will read the poem I wrote yesterday.” And as if the sleeping man had heard the last part, he snapped his eyes open.
“A…Akira?” Akira let go of the other man’s shoulders and smiled at him before bending down to pick up the covers. They were damp and so he put them in a pile on Takanori’s table. Then he opened a drawer and pulled out a new blanket. “W-Why are you here, Akira?”
“We hadn’t heard from you in a couple of days so I wanted to see if everything was alright with you.” He pulled up the younger man onto his lap, placing the blanket over him and started carefully caressing the blonde hair. “Have you eaten anything today?” The man in his lap shook his head. “Then I’ll make something for you.” Akira, also known as Reita, the GazettE’s bassist, said. “But why didn’t you tell us you were sick?”
“Because I am not,” came the low answer.
“You’re practically burning up, you’re shaking and shivering. I think that’s proof enough that you’re sick, Taka.”
“Okay, fine. I might be a tad sick.” Takanori confessed and sighed. “I just didn’t want that you would get worried.”
“I worry much more if I don’t know what has happened to you than if I know it.” Akira said. “And when you’re sick, I want to take care of you, want to make you feel better.”
“Why?”
“Why, you ask. Taka, even after so many years, you ask me that. Haven’t you yet learnt the answer? Because I love you of course, silly.” Takanori blushed and buried his head in Akira’s chest. He mumbled something too low for the other man to be able to catch.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
“I said I love you too…” Akira smiled at the smaller man.
“I know,” he said simply and lifted up Takanori bridal style, the red blanket still around him. “Come on, we’ll go make a hot and delicious soup for you.”
The End
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