Reita/Uruha - Wishful Thinking - G - Oneshot
Title: Wishful Thinking
Author:
spinfreeze
Rating: G
Genre: angst, fluff
Warnings: none
Pairing: Reita/Uruha
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE, just the story. I'm not making any profit off of this, either.
Synopsis: Reita is completely over Uruha. He doesn't miss him at all. Not even a little.
Comments: So, this fic was inspired by the song "The King of Wishful Thinking," by Go West XD Anyway, as usual... I hope you enjoy!
“That’s a load of crap,” Reita said to his TV. He was spending his night off alone at his apartment, watching some cheesy teen romance drama. One of the main characters was spilling her juicy news of kissing her crush to her best friend. When describing “the best kiss of her life,” she used the stereotypical illustration of fireworks. That’s how it happens, right? She kissed the boy who held her heart and as soon as their lips made contact, her mind exploded with fireworks.
“It never felt that way with Uruha,” Reita snorted. Pondering briefly, he added, “He probably wasn’t a good kisser.” His talking to himself ceased for a couple of minutes as he let what he had said sink in. Thoughts of Uruha’s soft lips floated through Reita’s mind. So what if Uruha’s kisses left Reita weak in the knees? Tons of other kissers had done the same! Minutes passed and Reita finally said, “I don’t miss his kisses.”
So what if Uruha broke up with Reita? Merely a week had passed, but it was only a fling; they had both been lonely. The mutual attraction had turned into an antidote for their loneliness. It’s not as if Reita actually had… feelings for Uruha. It was only a fling-not “forever.”
“I don’t miss him,” he said as he turned off the TV.
Deciding he might as well sleep, he walked into his bathroom to brush his teeth. Reaching for his toothbrush from the holder on his counter, he paused before making contact with the object. His attention had fallen, instead, on the second toothbrush in the holder-Uruha’s toothbrush.
Dropping his hand to the counter, Reita cleared his throat. Quickly, he grabbed his toothbrush and squirted toothpaste on the bristles-vigorously brushing his teeth. “It’s stupid to throw it out,” he thought, answering the unspoken question of why Reita still had a toothbrush for Uruha. “Waste of a perfectly good toothbrush… he may need it another time.”
As he lay in bed that night, he hugged the covers closer to his body. Stuck in the mental state between wake and sleep, Reita’s mind was occupied with thoughts of how much warmer it was when Uruha was lying next to him.
The next morning, Reita groaned as he smacked his alarm clock-shutting it up. Rolling onto his back, he was still trying to pull himself out of a sleepy state. Reita smiled as he inhaled the scent of Uruha’s shampoo. He stilled completely as he noticed the pillow he was hugging. Throwing it across his bed in a rush, he thought, “Hugging the pillow he slept on doesn’t mean anything! I don’t miss him!”
Irritated, he climbed out of bed and walked over to his closet and yanked the door open. Grabbing the clothes he planned to wear that day, Reita barely even noticed the large empty space at one end of his closet-the large empty space Uruha had used for nights he had stayed at Reita’s. Nights which Reita definitely didn’t miss.
“I don’t miss him!” he yelled, slamming his closet door.
After he finished getting dressed, Reita went to his kitchen to fix a pot of coffee. It wasn’t until after he’d taken the first sip of his cup of coffee that Reita remembered he didn’t like coffee much. But he drank it anyway, refusing to admit the only reason he had coffee was because Uruha liked it. Besides, it’s not as if finishing a single cup of coffee would be some awful task. It’s not like the scent of coffee made him think of morning talks with Uruha. It’s not like the pain Reita suddenly felt in his chest had anything to do with that. It was definitely from drinking coffee, because Reita definitely hadn’t thought about Uruha the entire time he drank his cup of coffee.
Not even once. Reita was completely over Uruha.
“I don’t miss him.”
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It might have been reasonable for Reita’s chest to hurt that morning when he drank coffee. After all, he didn’t like coffee and he usually didn’t drink it. But how could he explain the pain in his chest he felt the entire time the GazettE practiced? It sure as hell wasn’t from drinking coffee. Drinking coffee while playing bass was a level of multitasking Reita hadn’t quite perfected. The pain definitely wasn’t from coffee. So, Reita chose to ignore the ache-just as he had chosen to ignore the fact he looked at Uruha every chance he got. He also ignored the similar timing of his chest pains and his stolen glances of Uruha.
Practice had come to an end and Reita was putting his bass away. When he heard Kai ask why Uruha had left in such a hurry, Reita slowed his actions slightly. His concentration on the task of putting away his equipment only intensified as he heard Ruki explain that Uruha had a date. Reita wasn’t interested.
“I DON’T miss him!” Reita yelled as he stood and rushed out of the practice room, leaving behind three bewildered members of the GazettE.
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“If he can date, then I can have fun too!”
That thought is what landed Reita in a club that night.
Reita didn’t understand how people could kiss someone and pretend it was another person. “This isn’t Uruha,” he thought as he was pushed against the wall of the club-his lips being devoured. Threading his fingers through the hair of his partner-for-the-night, Reita thought of how much longer-and softer-Uruha’s hair is. And it’s not like he smelled bad or anything, but he didn’t smell like Uruha. Cursing in his thoughts, Reita realized he had been thinking of Uruha throughout the whole kiss. He stopped the kiss with an apology and walked away with knees that were as sturdy as they had been before the kiss.
He walked with sturdy knees all the way to Uruha’s apartment. Reita paced in front of his door. Uruha had a date that night! He might not even be home. “What if he brought his date home?!” he thought. Seeing Uruha’s date, especially in Uruha’s apartment, only made their break-up more final. “I can handle it!” Reita thought, knocking on Uruha’s door. He could handle it, because Reita definitely…
“Reita!” Uruha exclaimed after he opened the door, tossing something to the side and looking suspiciously like a deer caught in headlights. “W-what are you doing here?” he asked, leaving the open door to bustle about his apartment-picking things up off of the floor. Reita walked into the apartment and closed the door. He turned around just in time to see Uruha shove what Reita assumed he had cleared off of the floor into the trash.
Uruha walked over towards where Reita stood and exhaled, smiling and running a hand through his hair.
Reita definitely missed Uruha. If anything put a stop to his attempts at fooling himself, it was the sight of a smiling Uruha. Reita’s face fell and he sighed. “Bathroom,” he mumbled and hurried into Uruha’s bathroom-closing the door. He pressed his back against the door as he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Reita’s eyes opened and he immediately zoomed in on Uruha’s toothbrush… and the toothbrush next to it.
Reita’s toothbrush.
“He probably doesn’t even realize it’s still there,” Reita thought in defeat. Opening the door, he trudged into the living room and saw Uruha sitting on the couch. Slowly, Reita walked over to the couch and sat at the opposite end. As soon as he sat down, Reita’s face scrunched at the crinkling sound. He glanced at Uruha and bounced on the couch. This only made the crinkling louder and steadier.
“SO!” Uruha began loudly, probably attempting to draw Reita’s attention away from the crinkling. “What is it you needed, then?”
But Reita couldn’t ignore the crinkling. Especially not after he reached between the couch cushions and identified the cause-tons and tons of Kit-Kat wrappers. Astonished at the number he pulled out, he climbed off of the couch and kneeled, reaching even further between the cushions and pulling out even more wrappers.
Reita pulled his arm out from between the cushions and stood up, staring at Uruha in utter shock and confusion. Suddenly, Reita let out a soft gasp as he looked around the apartment and asked, “Where’s your date?” He settled his attention back on Uruha-waiting for an answer.
“Uh… it didn’t work out,” Uruha mumbled.
Reita was pleased to hear that at first, but then he felt bad. He didn’t want Uruha to be unhappy. “What didn’t work out about it?” Uruha stared at his hands-which rested in his lap-as he murmured an answer so quietly Reita couldn’t understand what was said. “What?” he asked.
Uruha sighed. “I said it didn’t work out because it wasn’t you.” Reita’s eyes widened as he collapsed onto the couch next to Uruha and gaped at his friend slash band mate slash former boyfriend. Uruha whimpered and covered his face with his hands. “I’m a mess, Reita! I can’t stop eating Kit-Kat’s! The pillow you slept on? I even hug that while I sleep. It still smells like you…” Uruha trailed off, dropping his hands from his face to his lap and staring at them.
“Uruha…”
“…Uh huh…” Uruha answered, refusing to look at Reita.
Cupping Uruha’s face, Reita tilted his head upwards so Uruha would make eye contact. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Uruha’s eyes look so sad before. Reita never wanted Uruha to look so sad, but this was one exception. And it was only an exception because Reita had the power to take that sadness away. Leaning in, Reita gently pressed his lips to Uruha’s-causing Uruha to whimper softly. Reita was glad he was sitting because he was sure if he had been standing, his knees wouldn’t have allowed it for long. And all it had taken was a light touch between their lips.
Slowly pulling away from each other, they simultaneously said, “I missed your kisses.” Hearing the other respond in the same way at the same time caused them to grin-feeling nothing but happy.
“I tried to tell myself I’d get over you,” Reita spoke quietly. “I tried to tell myself I didn’t miss you.” He reached out and took one of Uruha’s hands in his, caressing the palm gently. Reita laughed, shifting his gaze from Uruha’s hand to his face. “But it was only wishful thinking.”
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A/N: So, another fic inspired by a New Found Glory cover song... here it is if you're interested: The King of Wishful Thinking. It's SO WEIRD not having papers to write anymore!
Author:
spinfreeze
Rating: G
Genre: angst, fluff
Warnings: none
Pairing: Reita/Uruha
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE, just the story. I'm not making any profit off of this, either.
Synopsis: Reita is completely over Uruha. He doesn't miss him at all. Not even a little.
Comments: So, this fic was inspired by the song "The King of Wishful Thinking," by Go West XD Anyway, as usual... I hope you enjoy!
“That’s a load of crap,” Reita said to his TV. He was spending his night off alone at his apartment, watching some cheesy teen romance drama. One of the main characters was spilling her juicy news of kissing her crush to her best friend. When describing “the best kiss of her life,” she used the stereotypical illustration of fireworks. That’s how it happens, right? She kissed the boy who held her heart and as soon as their lips made contact, her mind exploded with fireworks.
“It never felt that way with Uruha,” Reita snorted. Pondering briefly, he added, “He probably wasn’t a good kisser.” His talking to himself ceased for a couple of minutes as he let what he had said sink in. Thoughts of Uruha’s soft lips floated through Reita’s mind. So what if Uruha’s kisses left Reita weak in the knees? Tons of other kissers had done the same! Minutes passed and Reita finally said, “I don’t miss his kisses.”
So what if Uruha broke up with Reita? Merely a week had passed, but it was only a fling; they had both been lonely. The mutual attraction had turned into an antidote for their loneliness. It’s not as if Reita actually had… feelings for Uruha. It was only a fling-not “forever.”
“I don’t miss him,” he said as he turned off the TV.
Deciding he might as well sleep, he walked into his bathroom to brush his teeth. Reaching for his toothbrush from the holder on his counter, he paused before making contact with the object. His attention had fallen, instead, on the second toothbrush in the holder-Uruha’s toothbrush.
Dropping his hand to the counter, Reita cleared his throat. Quickly, he grabbed his toothbrush and squirted toothpaste on the bristles-vigorously brushing his teeth. “It’s stupid to throw it out,” he thought, answering the unspoken question of why Reita still had a toothbrush for Uruha. “Waste of a perfectly good toothbrush… he may need it another time.”
As he lay in bed that night, he hugged the covers closer to his body. Stuck in the mental state between wake and sleep, Reita’s mind was occupied with thoughts of how much warmer it was when Uruha was lying next to him.
The next morning, Reita groaned as he smacked his alarm clock-shutting it up. Rolling onto his back, he was still trying to pull himself out of a sleepy state. Reita smiled as he inhaled the scent of Uruha’s shampoo. He stilled completely as he noticed the pillow he was hugging. Throwing it across his bed in a rush, he thought, “Hugging the pillow he slept on doesn’t mean anything! I don’t miss him!”
Irritated, he climbed out of bed and walked over to his closet and yanked the door open. Grabbing the clothes he planned to wear that day, Reita barely even noticed the large empty space at one end of his closet-the large empty space Uruha had used for nights he had stayed at Reita’s. Nights which Reita definitely didn’t miss.
“I don’t miss him!” he yelled, slamming his closet door.
After he finished getting dressed, Reita went to his kitchen to fix a pot of coffee. It wasn’t until after he’d taken the first sip of his cup of coffee that Reita remembered he didn’t like coffee much. But he drank it anyway, refusing to admit the only reason he had coffee was because Uruha liked it. Besides, it’s not as if finishing a single cup of coffee would be some awful task. It’s not like the scent of coffee made him think of morning talks with Uruha. It’s not like the pain Reita suddenly felt in his chest had anything to do with that. It was definitely from drinking coffee, because Reita definitely hadn’t thought about Uruha the entire time he drank his cup of coffee.
Not even once. Reita was completely over Uruha.
“I don’t miss him.”
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It might have been reasonable for Reita’s chest to hurt that morning when he drank coffee. After all, he didn’t like coffee and he usually didn’t drink it. But how could he explain the pain in his chest he felt the entire time the GazettE practiced? It sure as hell wasn’t from drinking coffee. Drinking coffee while playing bass was a level of multitasking Reita hadn’t quite perfected. The pain definitely wasn’t from coffee. So, Reita chose to ignore the ache-just as he had chosen to ignore the fact he looked at Uruha every chance he got. He also ignored the similar timing of his chest pains and his stolen glances of Uruha.
Practice had come to an end and Reita was putting his bass away. When he heard Kai ask why Uruha had left in such a hurry, Reita slowed his actions slightly. His concentration on the task of putting away his equipment only intensified as he heard Ruki explain that Uruha had a date. Reita wasn’t interested.
“I DON’T miss him!” Reita yelled as he stood and rushed out of the practice room, leaving behind three bewildered members of the GazettE.
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“If he can date, then I can have fun too!”
That thought is what landed Reita in a club that night.
Reita didn’t understand how people could kiss someone and pretend it was another person. “This isn’t Uruha,” he thought as he was pushed against the wall of the club-his lips being devoured. Threading his fingers through the hair of his partner-for-the-night, Reita thought of how much longer-and softer-Uruha’s hair is. And it’s not like he smelled bad or anything, but he didn’t smell like Uruha. Cursing in his thoughts, Reita realized he had been thinking of Uruha throughout the whole kiss. He stopped the kiss with an apology and walked away with knees that were as sturdy as they had been before the kiss.
He walked with sturdy knees all the way to Uruha’s apartment. Reita paced in front of his door. Uruha had a date that night! He might not even be home. “What if he brought his date home?!” he thought. Seeing Uruha’s date, especially in Uruha’s apartment, only made their break-up more final. “I can handle it!” Reita thought, knocking on Uruha’s door. He could handle it, because Reita definitely…
“Reita!” Uruha exclaimed after he opened the door, tossing something to the side and looking suspiciously like a deer caught in headlights. “W-what are you doing here?” he asked, leaving the open door to bustle about his apartment-picking things up off of the floor. Reita walked into the apartment and closed the door. He turned around just in time to see Uruha shove what Reita assumed he had cleared off of the floor into the trash.
Uruha walked over towards where Reita stood and exhaled, smiling and running a hand through his hair.
Reita definitely missed Uruha. If anything put a stop to his attempts at fooling himself, it was the sight of a smiling Uruha. Reita’s face fell and he sighed. “Bathroom,” he mumbled and hurried into Uruha’s bathroom-closing the door. He pressed his back against the door as he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Reita’s eyes opened and he immediately zoomed in on Uruha’s toothbrush… and the toothbrush next to it.
Reita’s toothbrush.
“He probably doesn’t even realize it’s still there,” Reita thought in defeat. Opening the door, he trudged into the living room and saw Uruha sitting on the couch. Slowly, Reita walked over to the couch and sat at the opposite end. As soon as he sat down, Reita’s face scrunched at the crinkling sound. He glanced at Uruha and bounced on the couch. This only made the crinkling louder and steadier.
“SO!” Uruha began loudly, probably attempting to draw Reita’s attention away from the crinkling. “What is it you needed, then?”
But Reita couldn’t ignore the crinkling. Especially not after he reached between the couch cushions and identified the cause-tons and tons of Kit-Kat wrappers. Astonished at the number he pulled out, he climbed off of the couch and kneeled, reaching even further between the cushions and pulling out even more wrappers.
Reita pulled his arm out from between the cushions and stood up, staring at Uruha in utter shock and confusion. Suddenly, Reita let out a soft gasp as he looked around the apartment and asked, “Where’s your date?” He settled his attention back on Uruha-waiting for an answer.
“Uh… it didn’t work out,” Uruha mumbled.
Reita was pleased to hear that at first, but then he felt bad. He didn’t want Uruha to be unhappy. “What didn’t work out about it?” Uruha stared at his hands-which rested in his lap-as he murmured an answer so quietly Reita couldn’t understand what was said. “What?” he asked.
Uruha sighed. “I said it didn’t work out because it wasn’t you.” Reita’s eyes widened as he collapsed onto the couch next to Uruha and gaped at his friend slash band mate slash former boyfriend. Uruha whimpered and covered his face with his hands. “I’m a mess, Reita! I can’t stop eating Kit-Kat’s! The pillow you slept on? I even hug that while I sleep. It still smells like you…” Uruha trailed off, dropping his hands from his face to his lap and staring at them.
“Uruha…”
“…Uh huh…” Uruha answered, refusing to look at Reita.
Cupping Uruha’s face, Reita tilted his head upwards so Uruha would make eye contact. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Uruha’s eyes look so sad before. Reita never wanted Uruha to look so sad, but this was one exception. And it was only an exception because Reita had the power to take that sadness away. Leaning in, Reita gently pressed his lips to Uruha’s-causing Uruha to whimper softly. Reita was glad he was sitting because he was sure if he had been standing, his knees wouldn’t have allowed it for long. And all it had taken was a light touch between their lips.
Slowly pulling away from each other, they simultaneously said, “I missed your kisses.” Hearing the other respond in the same way at the same time caused them to grin-feeling nothing but happy.
“I tried to tell myself I’d get over you,” Reita spoke quietly. “I tried to tell myself I didn’t miss you.” He reached out and took one of Uruha’s hands in his, caressing the palm gently. Reita laughed, shifting his gaze from Uruha’s hand to his face. “But it was only wishful thinking.”
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A/N: So, another fic inspired by a New Found Glory cover song... here it is if you're interested: The King of Wishful Thinking. It's SO WEIRD not having papers to write anymore!