100 Situations: 0/100 : Introduction : "Life or Something Like That"
Title: Life or Something Like That
Fandom: Gazette
Characters: Uruha
Prompt: None
Word Count: 696
Rating: G
Summary: Uruha can't complain too much about his life.
Author's Notes: This is more of an introduction of sorts. There's no prompt in this part; it's more of a launch into the situations that Uruha'll face in the oncoming challenges.
Every time his name was called, he never hesitated to turn in the direction that he was called to flash a smile or to draw his fingers up to signal peace or victory. When he wasn't offering a positive look, he was offering a silly one, grinning widely from ear to ear, flicking his middle finger up and sticking his tongue out at the same time. Despite how serious he seemed to be on the exterior, seriousness was likely the last word to describe him. He always laughed, and always seemed to be so happy, especially around the company of others.
Even with lips pursed, eyes focused as he adjusted the settings to his guitar, fingers running along the strings, working hard and delicately to get it just perfect, he looked content. You could see the light in his eyes, especially once he was satisfied. Moments later a patterned melody was heard ringing in the background and there was no stopping him. Afterwards he would be seen rambling off to one of his band mates, passing off a joke or two in the midst while laughing and grinning widely.
Later while in solitude, however, with a cigarette dangling between his middle and forefinger in one hand, and a bottle of liquor in the other, all the light that was shining so bright earlier would be so dull and subdued. Disguised behind a pair of sunglasses, or simply hiding in the shadow that an object would cast, it was almost a complete contrast to the usual optimism that often liked to radiate off of him. It was so depressing sometimes, so much so that rarely was this side ever expressed if it could be helped. However, there were times were frustration would get the better of him, and it would leave his surroundings falling into an equal silence.
Uruha always supposed it was simply the aspects of being a human being. You had your good days and your bad days, and there was simply no way around that fact. It didn’t mean that the blonde guitarist had to like it; he hated every aspect of whenever he was wearing a frown, brooding, or feeling simply lost without a direction to go to. What he hated worse was the method in which he attempted to deal with his sorrows, whether it was done by emptying a pack of cigarettes in record time or calling one of his band mates or siblings late at night to pick him up from a bar after he’s completely wasted himself incoherent. Neither situations were very attractive, and they carried a risk of his image being damaged if he was too reckless. After all, being the rather androgynous lead guitarist of the young and successful band Gazette, there was certain ‘do’s and don’ts’ that you had to uphold; it sometimes took away some freedoms of being yourself. He didn’t mind it too much, though. He loved his occupation; it was his passion and one of the largest light bulbs that lit up down the path to his future.
It didn’t mean that it was an easy task, either. No, life wasn’t that kind to him or anyone in general. However, life did bring him a lot of experiences that he would never forget, good or bad. Either a step in the right or wrong direction, each one would be etched into memory, and, regretful or not, he could not change what he did, but learn from it.
And it would be his choice of whether he would use it to enhance his decisions in life, or change it, and with exactly how deep each action would affect him.
Such was the basis of being an individual. You’re born, you live, and you die. What you do in the midst of it all, be it residing at the top of the world, or struggling to simply crawl, is within your limit and how far you’ll push that limit. Who you involve, what you do, anything, willing or not, regretful or not, is for you to experience uniquely, and no one else.
Uruha couldn’t complain, really.
He definitely had many a story he could tell.
Fandom: Gazette
Characters: Uruha
Prompt: None
Word Count: 696
Rating: G
Summary: Uruha can't complain too much about his life.
Author's Notes: This is more of an introduction of sorts. There's no prompt in this part; it's more of a launch into the situations that Uruha'll face in the oncoming challenges.
Every time his name was called, he never hesitated to turn in the direction that he was called to flash a smile or to draw his fingers up to signal peace or victory. When he wasn't offering a positive look, he was offering a silly one, grinning widely from ear to ear, flicking his middle finger up and sticking his tongue out at the same time. Despite how serious he seemed to be on the exterior, seriousness was likely the last word to describe him. He always laughed, and always seemed to be so happy, especially around the company of others.
Even with lips pursed, eyes focused as he adjusted the settings to his guitar, fingers running along the strings, working hard and delicately to get it just perfect, he looked content. You could see the light in his eyes, especially once he was satisfied. Moments later a patterned melody was heard ringing in the background and there was no stopping him. Afterwards he would be seen rambling off to one of his band mates, passing off a joke or two in the midst while laughing and grinning widely.
Later while in solitude, however, with a cigarette dangling between his middle and forefinger in one hand, and a bottle of liquor in the other, all the light that was shining so bright earlier would be so dull and subdued. Disguised behind a pair of sunglasses, or simply hiding in the shadow that an object would cast, it was almost a complete contrast to the usual optimism that often liked to radiate off of him. It was so depressing sometimes, so much so that rarely was this side ever expressed if it could be helped. However, there were times were frustration would get the better of him, and it would leave his surroundings falling into an equal silence.
Uruha always supposed it was simply the aspects of being a human being. You had your good days and your bad days, and there was simply no way around that fact. It didn’t mean that the blonde guitarist had to like it; he hated every aspect of whenever he was wearing a frown, brooding, or feeling simply lost without a direction to go to. What he hated worse was the method in which he attempted to deal with his sorrows, whether it was done by emptying a pack of cigarettes in record time or calling one of his band mates or siblings late at night to pick him up from a bar after he’s completely wasted himself incoherent. Neither situations were very attractive, and they carried a risk of his image being damaged if he was too reckless. After all, being the rather androgynous lead guitarist of the young and successful band Gazette, there was certain ‘do’s and don’ts’ that you had to uphold; it sometimes took away some freedoms of being yourself. He didn’t mind it too much, though. He loved his occupation; it was his passion and one of the largest light bulbs that lit up down the path to his future.
It didn’t mean that it was an easy task, either. No, life wasn’t that kind to him or anyone in general. However, life did bring him a lot of experiences that he would never forget, good or bad. Either a step in the right or wrong direction, each one would be etched into memory, and, regretful or not, he could not change what he did, but learn from it.
And it would be his choice of whether he would use it to enhance his decisions in life, or change it, and with exactly how deep each action would affect him.
Such was the basis of being an individual. You’re born, you live, and you die. What you do in the midst of it all, be it residing at the top of the world, or struggling to simply crawl, is within your limit and how far you’ll push that limit. Who you involve, what you do, anything, willing or not, regretful or not, is for you to experience uniquely, and no one else.
Uruha couldn’t complain, really.
He definitely had many a story he could tell.