[Fanfiction - The GazettE] Blind Romance Aoi/Uruha Epilogue Part 2/2
Title: Blind Romance Epilogue Part Two
Author: sorrowofanangel
Genre: Romance, supernaturally-ish, thrillery-ish, abnormal, sex etc.
Pairing/ Band: The GazettE Uruha x Aoi, Aoi x Uruha (Reita, Kai and Ruki appear too)
WARNINGS: Boy x Boy relationships, language, sexual scenes, angst
DISCLAIMER: Yes, I own them . . . In fact Kai's in my kitchen right now (huhuhuuu~) No, I don't own them o.e
Rating: R/NC-17
Synopsis: "When there's no one to love you, you can always count on a stranger . . . But what happens once they've become someone you love?"
Chapter Summary: I wrote an Epilogue . . .
Notes: As a present for you all - to celebrate me finally turning 18 - here's my gift to you (^____^)
And a BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY to erikaoi who always comments on my fics no matter what ~ and that means a great deal dear so thankyou *huggles*
The entire series (1 - 10) is in my Fanfic Archive ~ (HERE)
“Oh Aoi, he’s the cutest thing I have ever seen!”
Kai hangs over the cot with a huge grin plastered on his face; Aoi simply laughed looking at him, following his direction of gaze into the small frame tucked lovingly into cotton blankets,
“Yeah he is, isn’t he?” Aoi smiled,
“He’s got your eyes,” Ruki adds, putting a hand on Kai’s shoulder to lean in as well, “What did you call him?”
Aoi smiles gently and adjusts the mobile hanging over Rei’s crib.
It had been months since he’d dreamt of actually having his own child using this room. He and Uruha had decorated it almost a year back once they’d decided to start a family and Aoi was suddenly thankful they did.
It all fit. The pale blue wallpaper, the soft beige carpet, the cuddly toys piled around in small bundles in the corners.
It just . . . fit,
“Rei,” Aoi answered at last, “We called him Rei,”
Ruki and Kai’s heads snapped up almost at the same time,
“Oh Aoi . . .” Kai whispered, smiling gently as Rei’s tiny fingers outstretched - gripping one of Kai’s fingers, “It’s perfect,”
“We think so too,”
Aoi turned to see Uruha smiling from the doorway, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows,
“Dinner’s ready,” he managed to say, although even in the dim light, Aoi could see how tired he was.
Not that he could blame him; it had been a long day.
He watched as their friends left the room, Aoi lingering a while longer, unable to help himself as Rei snuggled himself deeper into a senseless slumber; such an innocence surrounding him that made Aoi want to watch him for eternity,
“Keep staring at him like that, Aoi, and he just might pop,” Uruha chuckled behind him, Aoi feeling him wrapping a pair of warm arms around his waist, holding him tightly from behind.
Aoi turned his head so they could kiss, “You’ve no idea how happy you’ve made me . . .” he murmured against the blonde’s lips,
“Likewise,” Uruha whispered in his ear, and Aoi turned fully to see him grinning in the ambient light, “We have our whole lives ahead of us now,”
Aoi nods, lifting his lover’s chin with two of his fingers to let their lips seal a kiss,
“Oh, do we have to eat now?” Aoi moans playfully, toying with the buttons on Uruha’s shirt; unable to keep from biting his lip once he saw the pale skin underneath . . .
“Yes,” Uruha cuts his thoughts off firmly, “There’s plenty of time for that later . . .”
Aoi chuckles as he wiggles his eyebrows, “Ah yeah, I forgot you can read my mind. As usual . . .”
“Not to worry my darling,” Uruha purrs, taking Aoi’s hand and pulling him towards the door, sneaking a last glance at Rei before satisfied that he’s fast asleep, “We’ll be alone in no time,”
Aoi follows him with a smile; leaving Rei’s room with contented happiness wrapping his heart.
The perfect birthday ever . . .
*
“Congratulations sweetheart,”
Aoi smiles as his mother stands on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, Uruha reaching for her coat inside the closet next to them,
“And remember, you can come and visit him anytime you like,” Aoi says happily, “Now that you’re officially a Grandma,”
She purses her lips, hiding a smile as Uruha helps her into her coat, “I really am proud of you, you know. Both of you,” she turns to Uruha, who merely offers her a polite smile, “I know how long you two have been waiting for that phone call to tell you there’s a baby waiting for you,”
Aoi looked to the floor,
“And now you do have one,” his mother beams and takes his hands, and Aoi notices her voice is trembling a little, “And on your birthday too,” she sighs lightly, “I have no doubt Rei has the best pair of parents he could ask for,”
“Oh Mum . . .” Aoi blushes.
They smile together in silence for a minute before Mrs. Shiroyama speaks again, this time not so high spirited, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get your father here today, Yuu,”
Aoi shrugs, “It was his decision Mum. Sooner or later, I knew he’d go again. I should get used to it by now,”
Her hand comes to rest on his shoulder, “You have to know it’s not because of you, Yuu,”
“Oh yeah?” Aoi sighs, “Tell that to him. He was never cut out to be a good dad. I don’t expect him to be but . . .”
He breathes out deeply, struggling with himself, and Uruha is immediately by his side, sneaking a hand behind him to hold his own,
“Well, if it’s any consolation honey . . .” his mother starts, a soft smile dressing her lips as she reaches behind her for the front door handle, “. . . I know that Rei won’t have to be put through what you were,”
That does assure him slightly, funnily enough, and as soon as she says goodbye once more and Uruha and Aoi are waving at her from the doorway, somehow Aoi’s happiness didn’t seem so complete anymore,
“Baby, she’s right, you know,” Uruha calls later from the kitchen; over the clattering of dirty dishes and used wine glasses, Aoi picking up his phone as it vibrates.
He sighs and flips it open, only to have received a message from Kai,
Thanks for dinner - tell Uruha he should have trained to be a chef (^o^)
See you at work next week - you’re going to be a great dad.
And imma gonna make a great uncle!!! (^o^*) Ciao!!
Aoi had forgotten about that. He had a murder case first thing on Monday morning.
Wonderful . . .
“Aoi?”
The brunette turns to see Uruha drying his hands on a dishrag, looking concerned as he comes to sit beside Aoi on the couch,
“Kai thinks you should have been a chef,” Aoi smiles as best as he can, although by the way Uruha stares, he knows the blonde is working out the fake part of it; confirmed when he leans forward to take Aoi’s hands,
“Aoi, you don’t have to worry about him, you know,” he murmurs gently, the baby monitor sitting on the coffee table in front of them incredibly quiet,
“I know,” Aoi can’t help but look into his lap, his hands trembling a little, “But . . . he’s Rei’s Grandfather,”
Uruha sighs, breaking free of Aoi’s grasp to stroke the strands of his hair instead, “Well that’s his choice,” he breathes, “But if it’ll make you feel better, why don’t you try calling him in the morning?”
Aoi shook his head, “There’ll be no point. He never answers my calls. He doesn’t return my messages . . .”
“Then use a number he doesn’t recognise,” Uruha suggests, “Aoi, if he knew you had a son now maybe -“
“- What?” Aoi cuts him off, his voice almost dark it’s unrecognisable even to himself, “Maybe he’ll come visit? Tell me Uru, where was he on our wedding day? Where was he on my 20th birthday? Where was he when I arranged to meet him for dinner that one weekend huh?”
Uruha says nothing; instead meeting Aoi’s gaze with eyes laced in sympathy and regret for him,
“I was humiliated . . .” Aoi mumbled, letting his eyes wander back to his knees, Uruha’s hand holding his own the only tangible reminder that he was still wanted, “Leaving the waiter with a note apologising for something he should have told me himself, not on a scrap of paper like he so plainly -!”
Uruha pulls him into his arms, not letting him continue as he shushes his lover gently, Aoi burying his face into the other’s shoulder,
“It’s his own fault Aoi,” Uruha murmurs against his hair, rocking him slowly on the couch, “Don’t let him ruin everything you have . . .”
“I’m not,” Aoi moans, “It’s just . . . what will it take for him to love me?”
Uruha doesn’t answer, and Aoi supposes that for once he doesn’t actually have the reply to such a question. He didn’t suppose anyone did,
“I’m not sure,” Uruha admits, squeezing Aoi a little tighter to him, smoothing gentle circles across his back with his palm, “Maybe one day he’ll come back to answer it,”
It was almost too painful to imagine . . . Aoi knowing how many dreams and empty hallucinations his childhood had been spent in, wishing for him to come home. Waiting for the doorbell to ring. Waiting for the phone to ring.
It was almost too painful to imagine because it would only make things worse. Much worse.
Living in ignorance of the truth was sometimes healthier,
“But I do know something else,” Uruha says lightly, pulling back and wiping that one single tear that Aoi had let leak from his eye, “I know that I love you. I know that your Mum loves you. Kai and Ruki too. And now . . .” his head nods to the baby monitor in front of them, “. . . Rei,”
Aoi sniffs, knowing he’s right. Uruha’s always right,
“I don’t want him to feel the same pain I did,” he tells Uruha softly, in a voice too hurt by rejection, “I want him to be happy. With both of us there,” Aoi looks up at the blonde pleadingly,
“Uruha, you’ll stay with me forever right? With us?”
The older smiles, smoothing away the strands of Aoi’s lengthy hair with loving fingers,
“Aoi, I’m yours for eternity,”
*
Aoi couldn’t help himself; tugging at Uruha’s belt the minute the older had let his hands free, the blonde even allowing him that small ounce of control of the situation.
Aoi can still hear Rei’s soft breathing in the baby monitor, so it was reassuring that he was settled for now. At least he had time to thank Uruha.
Properly,
“Uru . . .” Aoi gasps, the older pinning him to the bed harder, his already hard crotch sat against Aoi’s stomach with such infuriating strength. Aoi just wanted to flip him over and take advantage of him.
All. Night. Long.
Aoi’s head sank further into the pillow the more Uruha’s lips kissed him; harder and harder each time, his hands running every which way until Aoi supposed there was no new patch of skin left for him to explore.
The brunette let his hands run over Uruha’s pale form, his skin as soft as velvet underneath his fingertips, Uruha a sweet ribbon left for Aoi to untie,
“Aoi . . . I love you,” Uruha whispered over and over, kissing down Aoi’s jaw line . . . leaving a trail of them down his neck.
Aoi groaned and lifted his head back to grant Uruha more access; that sweet wetness so indulging it sent anonymous shivers racing down Aoi’s spine. Over and over until he was about to explode,
“I love you too . . . Uruha . . .” Aoi gasped, his lover working the last button of his shirt undone, leaving it to billow out - a bare chest revealed for him to enjoy.
Aoi felt the cold seep over, leaving his nipples standing tall within seconds, Uruha noticing with a smirk . . .
“Cold, are we?” he whispered, laughing lightly as he leaned further up Aoi’s torso, the two men almost nose to nose, “I’ll soon fix that . . .”
“Uru!” Aoi gasped, his knuckles turning white as his fists clenched hard against the bed sheets, unable to take that warm tongue swirling around the erect wads of flesh now. Uruha’s sucking felt so damn good . . . and Aoi couldn’t quite take it,
“Oh my . . .” Aoi’s teeth clenched tight until his cheeks began to ache, Uruha pushing the limit by sliding his hand further down; his hand rubbing the bulge forming underneath Aoi’s jeans, his fingers working magic and the brunette’s body wasn’t sure how to react.
Aoi writhed against the sheets in pleasure, finding it so incredibly difficult not to cry out, having to remind himself time and time again with each suck and pull that his baby was sleeping soundly in the next room.
Aoi’s hands entangled with Uruha’s honey blonde strands, gripping them tighter the harder Uruha’s mouth worked . . . the harder his fingers worked . . .
“E-Enough of your . . .t-teasing,” Aoi panted, rolling over and pinning Uruha to the bed instead, sitting on him in the same way the blonde had just moments ago.
Aoi didn’t give himself chance to see the surprise phased over Uruha’s features, closing his eyes almost immediately as he kissed the other on the lips harshly; delighted when something hard emerged underneath him within moments,
“Aoi . . .” Uruha panted in between breaths, “W-What are you doing?”
Aoi’s lips trailed down to his neck, starting to unbutton Uruha’s own shirt; once the flesh was exposed underneath, Aoi made sure he covered it with his tongue, moving on to the next button . . . and the next . . . and the next,
“Thanking you,” Aoi breathed, silencing Uruha with another passionate kiss to his eager lips as he started to protest, Aoi making sure his hold was strong enough on the blonde’s arms, now pinning him to the headboard,
“Aoi, you really don’t have to -“
“- Shh now baby, let me . . .” Aoi coos, removing Uruha’s shirt entirely and setting to work on his belt; the blonde’s bulge now looking twice as big as when he last laid eyes on it.
It made Aoi eager to see more, to unveil the masterpiece lying so enticingly underneath that wad of denim.
Aoi licked his lips, teasing Uruha just that little bit further as he pulled the button undone, running his palm over the bulge. Back and forth . . . up and down . . .
“Aoi . . . oh my G-“
Aoi saw that twinkle in his eyes. He saw it and he wanted more.
Fuck . . . he wanted it all,
“That’s right sweetheart,” Aoi whispered, letting his hand continue to perform wonders on Uruha’s concealed erection, moving up to steal another kiss from the blonde,
“Aoi . . .”
Uruha’s hands snaked up to cup him around the neck, their kisses turning into almost frenzy, becoming so passionate Aoi couldn’t co-ordinate his hands and lips separately; pretty soon he didn’t know what to think about, too lost in the sweetness of Uruha’s taste . . . lost in the aura of his scent . . .
Aoi couldn’t feel his lips anymore, his throat incredibly dry as he was robbed of saliva, Uruha’s tongue stealing all the liquid he possessed, all the wetness he’d built up lost to that yearning wet muscle alone.
Uruha was starting to get eager, Aoi could feel his hips twitching underneath him, ready to start a friction Aoi knew would feel amazing.
And it was working . . . Aoi was finally getting the upper hand.
His grip had slackened against Uruha’s toned upper arms and the blonde soon took advantage of the situation; sitting up to remove his jeans himself, pushing Aoi upright so he was stood next to the bed instead.
The brunette said nothing, merely watching breathlessly as Uruha kicked off his bottom half, leaving it crumpled along the bedroom carpet.
Wearing only his underwear, Aoi watched enticed as Uruha stood up too, grabbing Aoi’s shoulders and pushing him with such force against the wall, Aoi almost ricocheted off of it.
Uruha’s hips slammed against his own and it took all of Aoi’s strength not to cry out; silence on the baby monitor even still - the only audible sounds were those of flesh on flesh . . . lips on lips . . .
Somehow, Aoi found they had ended up flat on the bedroom carpet moments later, fighting each other for control even though Aoi was the one with his bottom half still dressed; Uruha a semi-naked vulnerability below him.
Aoi’s hand snaked underneath his underwear, slipping the material down to Uruha’s ankles.
He didn’t think about preparation. He didn’t think about the small supply of condoms hidden in the bathroom cabinet across the hall.
He wanted the full experience; feeling Uruha flesh on flesh rather than through a stretch of rubber.
Besides, Aoi had been the guinea pig of Uruha’s own experimentation in past nights; Aoi wanted his revenge.
Uruha’s legs automatically hooked themselves around Aoi’s waist the minute he began to kiss the blonde’s lower abdomen, and before long Aoi felt his cock pulsating with eagerness.
It doesn’t take Aoi a second to remove his own pair of jeans and underwear, letting them bunch around his ankles, both men shivering as their lengths come together - Aoi leaning over Uruha’s form to kiss him.
Uruha tenses noticeably as Aoi’s cock brushes the side of his thigh, and the brunette secretly divulges in delight at the sight, for once knowing he was in control . . .
Just a bit more . . .
Aoi was so close, targeting Uruha’s entrance with precise measure, preparing himself to push in and feel the blonde’s insides. To make him wriggle and writhe underneath him . . . to make him come so hard he screams Aoi’s name . . .
As Aoi began to work his magic, he heard a small whimper, soon turning into a sudden bout of wailing; all of which was erupting from behind Uruha’s head.
Aoi’s eyes closed and his head hung, pulling himself back from Uruha’s groin with a sigh,
“I’ll see to him,” the brunette breathes out heavily, Uruha sitting up with a small laugh,
“I suppose we’ll have to get used to it,” the blonde smirks, getting up off of the floor as Aoi starts to re-dress himself; Rei’s cries getting louder and louder through the speaker on the baby monitor,
“I guess you’re right . . .” Aoi admits unhappily, not bothering to mess about with pulling his shirt back on and so goes to his son’s room wearing only his jeans.
He hears footsteps following him from behind, and Aoi feels that heated feeling and intimacy that had built up over the past few minutes fade away just as quickly.
Aoi pushes the bedroom door open wider, and Rei’s small whimpering grows louder in volume.
They’d left a small lamp lit in one corner as a comfort; Aoi knew from his own childhood that sleeping alone in the dark was no safe haven for a child, no matter how many times he was told there were no monsters waiting for him.
But there was no father waiting either . . .
Aoi scolds himself for bringing up such thoughts at an inconvenient time, lifting a disgruntled Rei from his crib,
“Oh now then little man,” Aoi murmured, Rei moaning lowly as he was slipped into his father’s arms, squirming in his hold, “What’s gotten you so upset hm?”
Aoi jigs the little one up and down softly, Uruha coming round to rearrange the blankets left askew inside the cot,
“I think he was a little jealous of me,” the blonde laughs softly, Rei’s wailing now dying down to small, almost inaudible, cries, “Because Daddy was getting all the hugs wasn’t he hm?” he baby talks to Rei and Aoi can’t help but adore the look in his baby son’s eyes; gleaming so gently against the dim light.
Little Rei stares as Uruha continues to fuss over him, and Aoi almost doesn’t seem to mind that his little upset had ruined a moment of intimacy between the two men.
Because even though feeling Uruha inside of him was a breathtaking experience, Aoi knew that this scene right here brought about an even stronger warmth,
“You haven’t held him yet have you?” Aoi asks his lover softly, watching the blonde smile and rub his nose against Rei’s, the little one’s chubby face screwing up in delight,
“No, I don’t think I have,” Uruha admitted, smiling as Aoi began to pass him over, Rei grunting a little; no doubt fed up of being moved about so frequently in a short space of time.
Aoi turns his head to the side as Uruha props Rei upright against his shoulder, patting his back gently,
“This is so perfect,” Aoi murmured with a smile, reaching out to stroke the soft dark strands of Rei’s hair; having been born with a few wispy strands here and there,
“I know what you mean,” Uruha says quietly, the hand stroking Rei’s back meeting Aoi’s on Rei’s head, “I wouldn’t change this for the world,”
Aoi takes a step forward, kissing the back of Rei’s head before turning slightly to meet Uruha’s own head on, enjoying the sweet moisture as their tongues met in the middle,
“I’ll go get him a bottle,” Aoi whispered as they broke apart, Rei starting to cry again as Uruha stopped rocking him side to side.
When Aoi returned, the blonde was walking around the room with him, trying to soothe the little boy; whom Aoi assumed must have been so sleepy and exhausted by now; after all, it had been a busy day for him too,
“You’re a natural,” Aoi tells him, standing in the middle of the bedroom while Uruha continued to circulate the outskirts, Rei still sobbing softly against his shoulder,
“Tell that to Mister Grumpy here,” Uruha chuckled lowly, “Not a happy bunny are we sweetie? No . . .”
Aoi chuckled, but Rei only cried more against Uruha’s neck, the blonde grimacing,
“Aoi, maybe you should take him,” he said worriedly, “He seems more comfortable with you,”
Aoi shook his head, Uruha biting his lip as though not quite knowing what to do, “It’s alright, Uru, he’s probably just tired or hungry. Let’s try feeding him hm?”
Uruha nodded, and Aoi was thankful they’d decided to buy a small couch to go in the room too; both of them seating themselves on it.
Rei soon quietened down once the bottle met his lips, Uruha holding him in a secure set of arms; Aoi knowing just how safe they were, remembering his past experiences where he would wake up from nightmares, met with that very same pair of arms, ready to hold him until reality came back again,
“See?” Aoi talks gently, wrapping an arm around Uruha’s shoulders, “He’s going to be just fine,”
Uruha gives him a small smile, “I guess I should have known. I never got round to reading those parenting books you bought,” he inches Rei up slightly, nodding his head down towards the baby, “Now I’m paying for it,”
Aoi says nothing and kisses his forehead instead, preferring to sit and watch Rei feed, something so comforting in the way Uruha was holding him that made Aoi relax as well,
“Well parenting was never supposed to be easy,” Uruha sighed after a moment, a few more minutes passing before Rei started to squirm, not wanting to be fed anymore and Uruha placed the half empty bottle on the floor.
Aoi couldn’t help but let Uruha’s words linger a while in his mind, thinking back to his own mother and father, becoming a parent himself making him think about his own upbringing. Make him think about what he was given.
Make him think about what had been missing . . .
“Uruha . . .” Aoi began, his voice no more than a whisper, “Do you think parents get scared?”
The blonde turned to look at him, his eyes shining against the light, “Aoi?” he asked gently,
“Do you think they get scared sometimes?” Aoi asks again, the arm wrapped around Uruha’s shoulders pulling back so he could twist both of his hands in his lap, “Do you think, maybe, that’s why he . . . I -“
“- Don’t think about it, Aoi,” Uruha warns gently, “Look at Rei,”
Aoi closes his eyes, trying to fight away the vision of his father. Trying to cease the damage done to him when he knows it’s almost impossible to be brought back from such heartache. To forgive and forget, as most would call it,
“Aoi . . .” Uruha says quietly, firmness in the tone, “Look at your son,”
The brunette’s hands tremble a little, but he does as he’s told and looks at Rei nestling himself so comfortably within Uruha’s hold. His watering eyes take in those handsome dark eyes, that soft face, those plush cheeks. Those tiny fingers and toes . . . those tiny hands and feet,
“He’s so . . . beautiful,” Aoi gasps as the tears finally fall, and he reaches out to hold Rei’s hand; something fluttering inside his stomach when Rei squeezes back, Uruha murmuring a small shushing sound as he stirs,
“You have the chance to give him what you never had,” Uruha tells Aoi gently, the brunette slipping his head onto Uruha’s shoulder as he cries silent tears in the dimly lit room, “It may not suffice for what your dad did to you Aoi but -“ The blonde breaks off, turning his face to look at his lover properly, “But at least Rei will know how good a father you are. And he’ll love you for that. He’ll love you more than your own father ever loved you,”
Aoi scrunches his eyes up tighter, feeling Uruha stand up and take Rei back to his crib, the younger now fast asleep once again,
“Aoi . . .”
Uruha returns to his side once Rei is tucked under the soft blankets, Uruha slipping an arm around his lover’s shoulders, “It breaks my heart when you cry . . .”
Aoi covers his mouth as a sob threatens its way through on that knowledge, “I’m sorry . . .”
Uruha says nothing, his breath soft as it blows against Aoi’s cheek, the sigh coming out heavy through his lips,
“Sweetheart, I just don’t want you to get upset over him every time you look at our son,” Uruha confesses sadly, his steady hands stroking Aoi’s cheeks the more the tears fall,
“I don’t mean to,” Aoi sobs quietly, the pain of his father’s betrayal almost too much to carry in his heart anymore, “I just . . . I need some closure but I have nothing to help me end it. Nothing to end the pain,”
Aoi clenched his fists tighter, Uruha reaching down to hold one of them the more he shook.
Of course there was no closure. His father had just packed up and left; not only once but twice. Good people don’t make the same mistake twice, Aoi had learnt that the hard way.
But despite the anger he felt towards his dad, what frustrated him all the more was that he still loved him dearly, even though he’d been the sole cause of Aoi’s pain his entire life. God, he still fucking loved him.
And that, he supposed, was what had torn him apart piece by piece, slowly as the years and come and gone. A child broken much like an unfinished jigsaw, the pieces still missing and waiting to be filled though . . . never recovered.
With Rei . . . Aoi didn’t want him to feel that pain. He didn’t want his son to grow up in the same way. Torn between a cruel bond of hate and love that wouldn’t shift no matter what he did,
“Tell me, Aoi,” Uruha murmurs gently, “Tell me what I should do to make you stop,”
“Just hold me,” Aoi whispers, “Hold me and tell me you love me. And that everything from now on is going to be okay,”
Uruha smiles even as he pulls the weeping brunette into the safety of a strong embrace,
“You can count on it baby,” he mutters against his hair, kissing Aoi’s strands lightly, “And there’s no one else in this world I would love more than you and Rei. You’re my family now,”
Aoi holds on to Uruha tightly, liking that word.
Family,
“And you know what else, Aoi?”
Aoi shook his head against Uruha’s shoulder, “What?”
“Everything from now on is going to be just fine,”
And surely enough . . . Aoi believed him.
*
A/N: Sorry for late update. My friend messaged to say his uncle had suddenly died in the night. He's been a bit of a mess so I just thought I'd make sure he was okay.
I went a little personal on the dad thing ><" sorry about that. And sorry if my writing is crap in some places *headdesk* This really wasn't easy to write at all . . .
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed - this really is the end of this fic hahaa~ there'll be no more with this now *sad, violin music*
Comments are LOVE my dears ~ This time Ruki has volunteered to seduce you if you do *u*
And I HAVE to stop nodding my head so vigorously while listening to music - my neck has been killing me all day . . . *dies*