Uruha/Aoi - The GazettE - Hot n' Bothered - o8/ - -
Title: Hot n' Bothered
Genre: AU, Comedy, Rabu
Ratings: PG-16/R
Pairings: Gazette; Uruha/Aoi, Reita/Ruki
Synopsis: "- there's this special look, kind of hot and bothered, when a man wants you." [Uruha's POV]
Comments: Yes, Please do ~♥!
It has come to my attention that I have no choice but to go down to The Juice Factory to ask Aoi's uncle, the father-cock-sucker as Aoi had affectionately nicknamed him, for Aoi's number or any sort of contact. Because pretty much no one knows anything about Mr. Mysterious at the bar.
"So you're the one who’s been after my adorable little nephew. Who'd of thought it would be a pretty one at that." Fuji-san, as the uncle’s name seems to be, walks around his big entirely-glass office desk and chooses to sit on top of it. That better be some strong glass, or I doubt it can hold anymore of his weight. Not that he's heavy, he's also not bad looking for a guy about in his late forties.
Cutting the crap short. "Can you please give me Aoi's, I mean Yuu's number or address. Anyway to reach him.” I'm using my most polite speech, hope he buys it.
He crosses his legs and the desk shakes a little. There's practically nothing on it, except for a telephone with a wire, one pen and notepad next to it, and a single file with a sheet of paper inside, so what's the use of having a desk at all. Oh, there's also a picture frame with a family portrait inside, as if that makes him a family man and he didn‘t cheat on his wife with her own big bro.
"If I do, what do I get from it?" he asks with a devious smirk.
Eww, gross. I can already see the gleam in this sleazoid's eyes the moment I walked in the door.
"What are you suggesting?" I say flippantly.
"A kiss. A simple kiss on the lips. And if you like, maybe some tongue."
In your dreams scumbag. He approaches me at the couch, where I'm seated, with caution. Let me think fast. Is this worth? A kiss with this so-called uncle of the man I'm head-over-heels for to get his precious nephew's number. Or get the hell out of here and think of some other way to find my precious dark angel in this overpopulated city called Tokyo. Where do I even start? I'm screwed either way.
What the heck? Come here oji-san, you better not have bad breath. Just when his big skeleton hands graze my cheek, the door bursts open. Standing before us is a rather more mature version of Aoi. I say mature because old, he does not look it at all. On the contrary, he could be Aoi's twin. No wonder oji-san made a move on Aoi back at the hotel.
"Yuujin, when did you come back?" Oji-san pounces at the other. "I miss youuu..." Landing a kiss on the lips that distinctly reminds me of Aoi's. It's his father alright, no doubt about it.
"Don't give me that you jerk." Aoi's father pries the jerk's arms off his waist. "My sister told me you tried to hit on my son. I didn't believe it at first either, but now I find you with this blondie in your private office." Great, now I have fingers pointed at me. The perfect first impression, Aoi's dad thinks I'm doing it with his brother-in-law/lover, as if that doesn't sound bad enough. "How could you?" he whimpers, turning his back at oji-san.
I wish people would stop calling me blondie. If this keeps up, I'm dying my hair back to black, which I'd hate. I've turned my head so I won't hear the couple squabbling, but now I'm hearing some weird, but familiar sounds coming from behind. So I look to see, and what I find are the two of them going at it on the glass-made desk. That explains how little office supplies was on top of it, by the time I realize this oji-san is crawling up on top of Aoi's dad.
Fast like a jack rabbit, I hop out of the office and shut the door close. Damn are those guys horny for old guys, but than again aren’t all man horny at any age.
What am I suppose to do about finding Aoi now?
"Psst, psst." The sound is coming from the dark corner by the restroom.
"Umm, are you talking to me?" I lean my head forward, not sure if I should get closer.
"You looking for Aoi, right?" the voice whispers.
I take a step forward, then a figure emerges with a dark aura surrounding it. The figure sort of looks like Sadako, the girl from that movie, The Ringu. A ghostly hand reveals a folded piece of paper in its palm. Her face is obscure by her long black hair. I take the paper from her hand and unfold it. There's an address written on it.
"Is this where I can find Aoi?"
She nods as she‘s swallowed back into the darkness.
According to the address the creep girl gave, I'm off to Yokohama if I want to see Aoi. Haven't visited there for ages.
Coming up to an old-fashion tofu house, a gust of wind blow by. Good thing I wore a scarf today, or should I say night.
I knock the wooden front door a couple times, and in a minute or two it opens. And right in front of me is Aoi.
Before I know it we're on the roof top of the tofu house, sitting on lounge chairs, holding sodas we don't feel like drinking. I found out Aoi's friend owns this place, where he's going to staying at for a while.
"I guess my cousin told you this address," Aoi says, rolling his soda can back and forth on the patio table.
"Your cousin?"
"She's the one that looks like Sadako, from The Ringu."
Good, that means it wasn't a ghost I saw at the bar, what a relief. "Yea, it was her."
"So why'd you come here?" he gets to the point quickly.
To see you of course. "To, umm..." I planned what I was going to say in my head while I was on the train. What was it again? "Err…” I got it. "I've come to inform you that you've fallen for me."
He grins, and from that grin grows into laughter. "Has anyone ever told you, you're conceited?" He has stopped rolling his soda.
"Yes, there have," I admit. "But wouldn't call myself conceited. It's self-confidence, and having confidence is a good thing. I'm also confident enough to say that you do like me, and you're just playing hard to get."
Aoi laughs again, but more subtle. "You're also crazy. I thought I made myself clear from the start. I'm not interested in you, nor do I like guys."
Why? Why, why, why, does he have to be like this? My blood just boils from listening to him denying it time and time again. "Stop saying that! Guy, chick, boy, girl, man, woman, transvestites, it doesn't matter. It's what you feel that counts. When you're with that person and you feel that special something it's all that matters." Being in-the-moment I reach across the cold-sticky patio table, and take Aoi's hand in mine. "Even if you turned into a girl, I'll still like you because I like YOU. There's just something about you that drives me crazy, and I can't explain it. You're one of a kind. You're the one. Do you get it?"
I give his hand one last squeeze before he pulls away.
"Yea, I get it," Aoi doesn't hesitate to speak at once. "I'm unobtainable. For once you can't get what you want, so won't let go until you've got it. Isn't that it?" He sarcastically snorts on the side. "I'm flattered, that you choose me, really, but I don't play that sort of game."
Did he say what I think he just said? "Hold it." I shift to the edge of my chair. "You think I'm playing a game?" I can't believe it. "If anyone's playing a game, it's you?"
"Me?" he finally shows some real emotion, and sits up straight on his chair.
"Shall I list them?" I point at the invisible list in my hand. "Sharing the same cigarette with me, let me pawn you for free drinks, asking a girl out right after I turned her down, involuntarily sharing your family problems with me, getting me drunk then leaving me at the park covered in newspaper next to a bum, throwing beer bottles on the deck and all the times you made it seem like you're going to kiss me, but when I kiss you, you push me away, then when you kiss me you act like it's nothing? It seems like you're playing me more."
He remains quite and eyes adverted.
If he's playing aloof... "It's time for pay back." I get up from my chair, grab my unopened soda, shake it up and pull the tab at Aoi.
"The fuck-!" He jumps up from his seat, looks down at his shirt, then grabs his own unopened soda to shake.
I run for it, laughing away, but he gets me anyway.
All of a sudden it becomes an all out chasing game, where we soak each other with soda - Aoi brought up a six-pack.
Out of nowhere, a brick appears, I fall back while at the same time I see Aoi come towards, loosing his balance. My head meets the pavement with a light bolting pain, and then something heavy falls on me. I blink my eyes open and another pair of eyes stares back at me. Once I realize what is going on my arms automatically wrap around the body crushing me in the best possible way.
"I can't believe you sold our car!" I exclaim, crashing into the small-rounded table next to the window of the coffee shop before plopping myself down on a thankfully soft red cushion chair.
Sitting across from me, Reita remains unfazed, slurping his steaming hot tea, chewing on a muffin. "It's the only way to pay off all the rent we owed, or would you prefer to sleep on the streets. If so, be my guest, than I'd have an extra room to rent out."
"Why do you do this to me? What have I ever done to you?" His insensitivity saddens me as I bury my face in my hands.
"What’s got me is twelve years of you.” He speaks in a stoic tone.
"What does that suppose to mean?" I bite back. These days Reita has become so heartless, more than he was to begin with. "Damn it, how are we going to get around without a car?"
"I don't know what you're so mad about. You rarely take the car out," he says it a matter-of-factually.
"That's all because you always sneak out with the keys before I wake up."
"Not my problem. If you tried sleeping earlier and cut down on your alcohol consumption maybe you could have gotten more time with the car. Besides," he licks the bit of blueberry jam off his fingers and grabs a napkin to wipe the leftover stickiness. "Drunk driving is illegal the last time I checked."
"It doesn't matter now that we're pedestrians," I remind him of our current situation. "And look outside," I point at the window. "It's raining cats and frogs, with possible thunder storm, the newscaster said."
"Isn't the phrase cats and dogs?"
"I like to say frogs, okay." Actually, I missed said it in the first place. But why shouldn't people say frogs, there should be more choices. Cats and dogs are so last millennium. Fox and weasels sound good too. I’m insane for think this sort of thing.
"Well, I've brought two umbrellas, and ones for you, so don't say I'm not nice to you." Oh yea, right, now Reita's playing Mr. Nice-guy, too late.
I shiver. "Now you tell me you've got both umbrellas with you, while I ran all the way to this smelly coffee shop, in the rain." By the way, the coffee is really called SMELLY. "When have I said I enjoy looking like someone who just came out of a wet t-shirt contest? And look, my nipples are hard, look at 'em." I hold up my shirt to show Reita the proof when a waiter guy walks by, possessing me to wink at him, as a way to scare him away, and it did.
Reita gets a small laugh from it. "Then you should have worn an undershirt."
"I would have if someone didn't wear my last one."
"I forgot it's laundry day, so what?" he makes an excuse for himself.
"Hard nipples," I counter, pointing at my shirt one more time.
"Can you not say that out loud?" he lowers his voice. Ha, I got him there.
Then I noticed there's some noise going on at the other side of the coffee place, where most of the girls were at. "Hey," I stop the same waiter I winked at earlier, and he still seems a bit scared of me. "Why are all the girls hanging by the window like paintings there?"
The waiter takes a step back and clears his throat, then looks at the girls' direction. "Oh, there's a guy sitting outside alone in the rain. The girls think it's romantic, looks pretty pathetic to me though."
Its guys like those who that make me sick, getting all depressed from being dumped or stood up. Like come on, stand up and be a man. Yet, still..."Sounds entertaining. I'm checking it out." I hop up from my chair and turn to my coldhearted duckie. "Coming Reita?"
"Not interested," he replies, not even bothering to look up from a magazine he just began to read.
So I go alone to where the girls are crowding at one of the big windows of the cafe. Since I'm tall, I can look over all the petit-sized girls in front of me. They're whispering to their friends and doing sympathetic awws, like there's an abandon little puppy sitting in a cardboard box outside. Two of the girls move away from the window, so I move in to see what all the fuss is about, and I couldn't believe it. The abandon puppy is...
"Reita, you gotta come see this." I shout, gesturing him over, and look back at the window again. "It's Ruki out there."
I glance at Reita to see what's taking him, and he's doing his slow motion movement. I sense reluctance.
Finally he gets here and I make some space for him. "So it is," he says, and returns to his seat.
"That's all you've got to say." I go back to our table. "Poor guy, he must be heartbroken, even the sky is crying. I wonder who the person that did this to him is." I hint.
Rolling his eyes, Reita grabs another muffin and flips open his magazine. "What do you think this is? A *Korean TV drama. Just drink your coffee. It’s getting cold."
I snatch the muffin before his first bite, and drop it back on its plate. “I ordered a Mocha-Choco-Latte-Monkey-Style freeze. It's meant to be drunk cold. But it's probably not as cold as your heart at this moment."
I admit, all this time I've been pushing those two together for teasing purposes, but when things have been taken into consideration I see the sparks and possibility of fireworks. Not to mention Ruki's confession to Reita was brilliant. Sure Reita was fighting back strong the whole time, though at the end he still stopped to think.
For as long as I've known Reita, he's had that straightforward and no-second-thoughts attitude. He likes things to be settled right there and then. However, it has already been two weeks since the confession and Reita still hasn't said anything to Ruki.
I take one of the umbrellas Reita brought, putting it on my side of the table and pick up the other and hold it up to him. "Come on, go bring this to him. You know you want to."
He eyes me then at the umbrella in my hand. “You seem to want to do it more than I do."
"Actually, I would, but he's your friend." At least still think of him as your friend or this is really a sad story.
"I don't think so," he stands his ground, reaching for the muffin again, I stop him.
Putting the umbrella in his hand, I lift him up from his chair and shove him out the door of the cafe into the pouring rain. "Quit being such a weasel, I'm not letting you in until you settle this thing once and for all" I hold on firmly to the door handle.
"I'm going to get you for this," Reita's voice is muffled through the glass, but I'm sure he was shouting.
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Next time:
[Ruki/Reita] - Sidestory - Oneshot - Under the Umbrella-Tree
Please look forward to it... (⌒^⌒)ｂ
Genre: AU, Comedy, Rabu
Ratings: PG-16/R
Pairings: Gazette; Uruha/Aoi, Reita/Ruki
Synopsis: "- there's this special look, kind of hot and bothered, when a man wants you." [Uruha's POV]
Comments: Yes, Please do ~♥!
It has come to my attention that I have no choice but to go down to The Juice Factory to ask Aoi's uncle, the father-cock-sucker as Aoi had affectionately nicknamed him, for Aoi's number or any sort of contact. Because pretty much no one knows anything about Mr. Mysterious at the bar.
"So you're the one who’s been after my adorable little nephew. Who'd of thought it would be a pretty one at that." Fuji-san, as the uncle’s name seems to be, walks around his big entirely-glass office desk and chooses to sit on top of it. That better be some strong glass, or I doubt it can hold anymore of his weight. Not that he's heavy, he's also not bad looking for a guy about in his late forties.
Cutting the crap short. "Can you please give me Aoi's, I mean Yuu's number or address. Anyway to reach him.” I'm using my most polite speech, hope he buys it.
He crosses his legs and the desk shakes a little. There's practically nothing on it, except for a telephone with a wire, one pen and notepad next to it, and a single file with a sheet of paper inside, so what's the use of having a desk at all. Oh, there's also a picture frame with a family portrait inside, as if that makes him a family man and he didn‘t cheat on his wife with her own big bro.
"If I do, what do I get from it?" he asks with a devious smirk.
Eww, gross. I can already see the gleam in this sleazoid's eyes the moment I walked in the door.
"What are you suggesting?" I say flippantly.
"A kiss. A simple kiss on the lips. And if you like, maybe some tongue."
In your dreams scumbag. He approaches me at the couch, where I'm seated, with caution. Let me think fast. Is this worth? A kiss with this so-called uncle of the man I'm head-over-heels for to get his precious nephew's number. Or get the hell out of here and think of some other way to find my precious dark angel in this overpopulated city called Tokyo. Where do I even start? I'm screwed either way.
What the heck? Come here oji-san, you better not have bad breath. Just when his big skeleton hands graze my cheek, the door bursts open. Standing before us is a rather more mature version of Aoi. I say mature because old, he does not look it at all. On the contrary, he could be Aoi's twin. No wonder oji-san made a move on Aoi back at the hotel.
"Yuujin, when did you come back?" Oji-san pounces at the other. "I miss youuu..." Landing a kiss on the lips that distinctly reminds me of Aoi's. It's his father alright, no doubt about it.
"Don't give me that you jerk." Aoi's father pries the jerk's arms off his waist. "My sister told me you tried to hit on my son. I didn't believe it at first either, but now I find you with this blondie in your private office." Great, now I have fingers pointed at me. The perfect first impression, Aoi's dad thinks I'm doing it with his brother-in-law/lover, as if that doesn't sound bad enough. "How could you?" he whimpers, turning his back at oji-san.
I wish people would stop calling me blondie. If this keeps up, I'm dying my hair back to black, which I'd hate. I've turned my head so I won't hear the couple squabbling, but now I'm hearing some weird, but familiar sounds coming from behind. So I look to see, and what I find are the two of them going at it on the glass-made desk. That explains how little office supplies was on top of it, by the time I realize this oji-san is crawling up on top of Aoi's dad.
Fast like a jack rabbit, I hop out of the office and shut the door close. Damn are those guys horny for old guys, but than again aren’t all man horny at any age.
What am I suppose to do about finding Aoi now?
"Psst, psst." The sound is coming from the dark corner by the restroom.
"Umm, are you talking to me?" I lean my head forward, not sure if I should get closer.
"You looking for Aoi, right?" the voice whispers.
I take a step forward, then a figure emerges with a dark aura surrounding it. The figure sort of looks like Sadako, the girl from that movie, The Ringu. A ghostly hand reveals a folded piece of paper in its palm. Her face is obscure by her long black hair. I take the paper from her hand and unfold it. There's an address written on it.
"Is this where I can find Aoi?"
She nods as she‘s swallowed back into the darkness.
According to the address the creep girl gave, I'm off to Yokohama if I want to see Aoi. Haven't visited there for ages.
Coming up to an old-fashion tofu house, a gust of wind blow by. Good thing I wore a scarf today, or should I say night.
I knock the wooden front door a couple times, and in a minute or two it opens. And right in front of me is Aoi.
Before I know it we're on the roof top of the tofu house, sitting on lounge chairs, holding sodas we don't feel like drinking. I found out Aoi's friend owns this place, where he's going to staying at for a while.
"I guess my cousin told you this address," Aoi says, rolling his soda can back and forth on the patio table.
"Your cousin?"
"She's the one that looks like Sadako, from The Ringu."
Good, that means it wasn't a ghost I saw at the bar, what a relief. "Yea, it was her."
"So why'd you come here?" he gets to the point quickly.
To see you of course. "To, umm..." I planned what I was going to say in my head while I was on the train. What was it again? "Err…” I got it. "I've come to inform you that you've fallen for me."
He grins, and from that grin grows into laughter. "Has anyone ever told you, you're conceited?" He has stopped rolling his soda.
"Yes, there have," I admit. "But wouldn't call myself conceited. It's self-confidence, and having confidence is a good thing. I'm also confident enough to say that you do like me, and you're just playing hard to get."
Aoi laughs again, but more subtle. "You're also crazy. I thought I made myself clear from the start. I'm not interested in you, nor do I like guys."
Why? Why, why, why, does he have to be like this? My blood just boils from listening to him denying it time and time again. "Stop saying that! Guy, chick, boy, girl, man, woman, transvestites, it doesn't matter. It's what you feel that counts. When you're with that person and you feel that special something it's all that matters." Being in-the-moment I reach across the cold-sticky patio table, and take Aoi's hand in mine. "Even if you turned into a girl, I'll still like you because I like YOU. There's just something about you that drives me crazy, and I can't explain it. You're one of a kind. You're the one. Do you get it?"
I give his hand one last squeeze before he pulls away.
"Yea, I get it," Aoi doesn't hesitate to speak at once. "I'm unobtainable. For once you can't get what you want, so won't let go until you've got it. Isn't that it?" He sarcastically snorts on the side. "I'm flattered, that you choose me, really, but I don't play that sort of game."
Did he say what I think he just said? "Hold it." I shift to the edge of my chair. "You think I'm playing a game?" I can't believe it. "If anyone's playing a game, it's you?"
"Me?" he finally shows some real emotion, and sits up straight on his chair.
"Shall I list them?" I point at the invisible list in my hand. "Sharing the same cigarette with me, let me pawn you for free drinks, asking a girl out right after I turned her down, involuntarily sharing your family problems with me, getting me drunk then leaving me at the park covered in newspaper next to a bum, throwing beer bottles on the deck and all the times you made it seem like you're going to kiss me, but when I kiss you, you push me away, then when you kiss me you act like it's nothing? It seems like you're playing me more."
He remains quite and eyes adverted.
If he's playing aloof... "It's time for pay back." I get up from my chair, grab my unopened soda, shake it up and pull the tab at Aoi.
"The fuck-!" He jumps up from his seat, looks down at his shirt, then grabs his own unopened soda to shake.
I run for it, laughing away, but he gets me anyway.
All of a sudden it becomes an all out chasing game, where we soak each other with soda - Aoi brought up a six-pack.
Out of nowhere, a brick appears, I fall back while at the same time I see Aoi come towards, loosing his balance. My head meets the pavement with a light bolting pain, and then something heavy falls on me. I blink my eyes open and another pair of eyes stares back at me. Once I realize what is going on my arms automatically wrap around the body crushing me in the best possible way.
"I can't believe you sold our car!" I exclaim, crashing into the small-rounded table next to the window of the coffee shop before plopping myself down on a thankfully soft red cushion chair.
Sitting across from me, Reita remains unfazed, slurping his steaming hot tea, chewing on a muffin. "It's the only way to pay off all the rent we owed, or would you prefer to sleep on the streets. If so, be my guest, than I'd have an extra room to rent out."
"Why do you do this to me? What have I ever done to you?" His insensitivity saddens me as I bury my face in my hands.
"What’s got me is twelve years of you.” He speaks in a stoic tone.
"What does that suppose to mean?" I bite back. These days Reita has become so heartless, more than he was to begin with. "Damn it, how are we going to get around without a car?"
"I don't know what you're so mad about. You rarely take the car out," he says it a matter-of-factually.
"That's all because you always sneak out with the keys before I wake up."
"Not my problem. If you tried sleeping earlier and cut down on your alcohol consumption maybe you could have gotten more time with the car. Besides," he licks the bit of blueberry jam off his fingers and grabs a napkin to wipe the leftover stickiness. "Drunk driving is illegal the last time I checked."
"It doesn't matter now that we're pedestrians," I remind him of our current situation. "And look outside," I point at the window. "It's raining cats and frogs, with possible thunder storm, the newscaster said."
"Isn't the phrase cats and dogs?"
"I like to say frogs, okay." Actually, I missed said it in the first place. But why shouldn't people say frogs, there should be more choices. Cats and dogs are so last millennium. Fox and weasels sound good too. I’m insane for think this sort of thing.
"Well, I've brought two umbrellas, and ones for you, so don't say I'm not nice to you." Oh yea, right, now Reita's playing Mr. Nice-guy, too late.
I shiver. "Now you tell me you've got both umbrellas with you, while I ran all the way to this smelly coffee shop, in the rain." By the way, the coffee is really called SMELLY. "When have I said I enjoy looking like someone who just came out of a wet t-shirt contest? And look, my nipples are hard, look at 'em." I hold up my shirt to show Reita the proof when a waiter guy walks by, possessing me to wink at him, as a way to scare him away, and it did.
Reita gets a small laugh from it. "Then you should have worn an undershirt."
"I would have if someone didn't wear my last one."
"I forgot it's laundry day, so what?" he makes an excuse for himself.
"Hard nipples," I counter, pointing at my shirt one more time.
"Can you not say that out loud?" he lowers his voice. Ha, I got him there.
Then I noticed there's some noise going on at the other side of the coffee place, where most of the girls were at. "Hey," I stop the same waiter I winked at earlier, and he still seems a bit scared of me. "Why are all the girls hanging by the window like paintings there?"
The waiter takes a step back and clears his throat, then looks at the girls' direction. "Oh, there's a guy sitting outside alone in the rain. The girls think it's romantic, looks pretty pathetic to me though."
Its guys like those who that make me sick, getting all depressed from being dumped or stood up. Like come on, stand up and be a man. Yet, still..."Sounds entertaining. I'm checking it out." I hop up from my chair and turn to my coldhearted duckie. "Coming Reita?"
"Not interested," he replies, not even bothering to look up from a magazine he just began to read.
So I go alone to where the girls are crowding at one of the big windows of the cafe. Since I'm tall, I can look over all the petit-sized girls in front of me. They're whispering to their friends and doing sympathetic awws, like there's an abandon little puppy sitting in a cardboard box outside. Two of the girls move away from the window, so I move in to see what all the fuss is about, and I couldn't believe it. The abandon puppy is...
"Reita, you gotta come see this." I shout, gesturing him over, and look back at the window again. "It's Ruki out there."
I glance at Reita to see what's taking him, and he's doing his slow motion movement. I sense reluctance.
Finally he gets here and I make some space for him. "So it is," he says, and returns to his seat.
"That's all you've got to say." I go back to our table. "Poor guy, he must be heartbroken, even the sky is crying. I wonder who the person that did this to him is." I hint.
Rolling his eyes, Reita grabs another muffin and flips open his magazine. "What do you think this is? A *Korean TV drama. Just drink your coffee. It’s getting cold."
I snatch the muffin before his first bite, and drop it back on its plate. “I ordered a Mocha-Choco-Latte-Monkey-Style freeze. It's meant to be drunk cold. But it's probably not as cold as your heart at this moment."
I admit, all this time I've been pushing those two together for teasing purposes, but when things have been taken into consideration I see the sparks and possibility of fireworks. Not to mention Ruki's confession to Reita was brilliant. Sure Reita was fighting back strong the whole time, though at the end he still stopped to think.
For as long as I've known Reita, he's had that straightforward and no-second-thoughts attitude. He likes things to be settled right there and then. However, it has already been two weeks since the confession and Reita still hasn't said anything to Ruki.
I take one of the umbrellas Reita brought, putting it on my side of the table and pick up the other and hold it up to him. "Come on, go bring this to him. You know you want to."
He eyes me then at the umbrella in my hand. “You seem to want to do it more than I do."
"Actually, I would, but he's your friend." At least still think of him as your friend or this is really a sad story.
"I don't think so," he stands his ground, reaching for the muffin again, I stop him.
Putting the umbrella in his hand, I lift him up from his chair and shove him out the door of the cafe into the pouring rain. "Quit being such a weasel, I'm not letting you in until you settle this thing once and for all" I hold on firmly to the door handle.
"I'm going to get you for this," Reita's voice is muffled through the glass, but I'm sure he was shouting.
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Next time:
[Ruki/Reita] - Sidestory - Oneshot - Under the Umbrella-Tree
Please look forward to it... (⌒^⌒)ｂ