Ruki/Reita - the GazettE - False Claim - 2/2
False Claim
Story Written by Tokiko
Alright, it was how it looks. But you're not supposed to be here. At this hotel. Of all the places to be. Why are you here? Why is all this happening? It was going so well too, sorta.
Fumbling with my belt and jacket, I catch the elevator just as the doors closes. I think I almost got my foot stuck there. You must hate the 'close the door' button right now. Your stare can burn holes into it. Everyone knows that even if you press that damn button a hundred times it doesn't really work. And you were trying so hard too. I could see it. The desperate expression you had while trying to get away from me.
Four seconds pass before I realize the elevator isn't going. It seems we had forgotten to press a number. Or actually you had forgotten since you were here first. So that means even if you had closed the door on me you wouldn't have gone anywhere and all I had to do is press the button to open the door. Then for a moment I can pretend that you were waiting for me to chase after you.
But you weren't. You go to press button for the first floor then back up into a corner to lean on. I turn to you, and you look away. This elevator has a red carpeted floor, and the walls are mounted with mirrors, including the ceiling that resembles a kaleidoscope, with rail handles painted in chrome gold. No matter wherever you turn you can't avoid seeing a reflection of me. Unless it was the floor, which you found out quickly with no trouble.
I can't talk to you like this. I watch the number of levels decrease and I feel my heart sinking. I pound the red stop button when it reaches the 9th floor. The elevator comes to a quaking halt and the lights flicker, but they don't go out. Good, because I want to see your face even in moments like these. Unsure and unaware.
"What the fuck did you do!?" you shout, pressing random floor numbers.
"I want you to listen to me, Rei." I try to block you from the elevator controls.
"I don't wanna hear it."
"That girl wasn't for you."
"But she's just perfect for you, right? I get. Now move it." You still try to move pass me, while I play the defense.
"No!" I raise my voice. "You don't get it. You really don't." Why? And yet, I feel safe that you don't. I'm contradicting myself, aren't I?
"Yes I do." You finally stand still. "Everytime a girl gets interested in me - for change, you always have to swoop in with your 'I'm the GazettE's vocals'. Or lure them with some voodoo spell you've got on them. All because you want to prove that you're the more handsome and charming front man guy. While I'm just the freak wearing a band over his face. Am I right?"
So this is what you've been thinking? No. You got it all wrong. If anything I'm the real dork and you're the cool one. And you have no idea.
You thought I wasn't paying attention so you try to get the elevator to restart by pulling the red button I had pressed. Well, that ain't gonna happen. I push you back before you have the chance. The look of this belief in your face. You shove me in return because you don't want to lose. Push and shove. Push and shove. It's just a matter of time before our physical contact would come to a climax. It wasn't part of any plan but I got you.
You stumble back into one of the looking glass walls of the elevator. My arms land at either side of you. I'm hovering over you. Our heavy breathing. Our eyes meeting. My body burns. You're burning me up. Can I be ashes already? I can't take it. I turn my head to the side and down. My body still close to yours. I want to melt into you. Everything is going so fast.
If only you knew. If only you knew how much you are to me. How I'd rather take those women away from you than have them lay their filthy hands on you. That way I can keep you . . . all to myself.
I like you, Reita. I like you so much it's way pass a regular friendship. But I can't ever let you know. Maybe it is better you don't understand. Because if I do I might lose you forever and I can't take that chance. That's why it's hard to hold back.
I grab a hand full of your shirt and pull you into me. I look into your bewilder eyes. Why? Are you afraid of me? I push you one more time and I let go of you. I move to the opposite side of the elevator, regretfully. I can't do it. I want to have you, but not this way.
I pull the red button. It shakes I hear the elevator starting again and we're going down this time all the way to the first floor. You can't wait to get out of the hotel lobby and into the streets as I follow a couple paces behind.
"Reita," I call to you.
You walk two steps and stop but you don't turn around. I expected it. "I'm sorry," I say. Can you hear me?
You drop your head down and you walk away without looking back.
Can forgive me? Like nothing. Like before.
It's like asking can I fall out of love with you.
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