[FIC] - Words -Ruki/Reita - PG - Oneshot
Title: Words
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: ....romance? Oh, this time for sure.
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: A scene. May contain cheese.
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"Hey, how come that I never read this interview before?" Reita asked from somewhere down the couch he was spread all over, one bare foot on the floor, the other set upon the armrest.
"Because you don't read?" Ruki answered from the small hotel bathroom, the door was left open, he was just taking out his contacts.
A grunt was heard. "I'm not that stupid, you know."
"Yeah, right." The vocalist couldn't hide a little amusement in his voice while he put the small container back into his bag. "Which one are you talking about, anyway?"
"Real Read volume one."
Ruki leaned onto the backrest of the couch, black framed glasses in place. "I remember this one, I was quite talkative. The interviewer was cool." The magazine was what you could call well read. Crinkled, dog-eared, torn on some pages. "Where did you get that?"
"Some backstage room two lives ago? Three? It had you in it, so I took it." He looked up at his lover who happened to snort at his comment.
"Of course."
"But there's something that I need to ask you." He put the magazine down on his stomach. "In here, you said you'd never confess to anyone."
"And?" Ruki wasn't looking as smug as he tried to.
Reita smiled. "You confessed to me."
"You confessed first!" The younger exclaimed.
The bassist had to laugh, the other was actually blushing. "It's not about who confessed first; you actually said that you'd never confess."
"But I did." Ruki stuck up his chin, pride and embarrassment mixing.
"Well, I know." Reita raised one brow.
"To you." He seemed fidgety all of a sudden.
"Exactly."
There was silence for a moment, the unpleasant kind. They were looking at each other, Ruki trying to hold and avoid Reita's gaze at the same time. He felt the urge to bite his lower lip but he didn't.
"Maybe you have privileges," he started, tentatively, but it wasn't the right answer. "Maybe I confessed to you," he shifted his stance, "because I actually do love you." He pushed a strand behind his ear. He'd never felt comfortable talking about this.
Reita was about to say something, pushing himself up into a sitting position, but Ruki shook his head. He knew Reita wasn't reading the interview for the first time, he had probably been studying it for the past few days. Reita knew what a confession meant to him. Hell, he was the one Ruki confessed to, years ago. He had seen him, standing there, shaking, how hard it had been to voice those words, hurtfully stuck in his throat. It was all about trust, something so rare.
Reita reached up, fingertips touching a warm cheek and Ruki leaned into the gentle touch, closing his eyes.
Both being thankful.
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Gosh, I was so slow writing this...
There wasn't even a kiss in this one *le gasp*!
The interview mentioned is this one.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: ....romance? Oh, this time for sure.
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: A scene. May contain cheese.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
"Hey, how come that I never read this interview before?" Reita asked from somewhere down the couch he was spread all over, one bare foot on the floor, the other set upon the armrest.
"Because you don't read?" Ruki answered from the small hotel bathroom, the door was left open, he was just taking out his contacts.
A grunt was heard. "I'm not that stupid, you know."
"Yeah, right." The vocalist couldn't hide a little amusement in his voice while he put the small container back into his bag. "Which one are you talking about, anyway?"
"Real Read volume one."
Ruki leaned onto the backrest of the couch, black framed glasses in place. "I remember this one, I was quite talkative. The interviewer was cool." The magazine was what you could call well read. Crinkled, dog-eared, torn on some pages. "Where did you get that?"
"Some backstage room two lives ago? Three? It had you in it, so I took it." He looked up at his lover who happened to snort at his comment.
"Of course."
"But there's something that I need to ask you." He put the magazine down on his stomach. "In here, you said you'd never confess to anyone."
"And?" Ruki wasn't looking as smug as he tried to.
Reita smiled. "You confessed to me."
"You confessed first!" The younger exclaimed.
The bassist had to laugh, the other was actually blushing. "It's not about who confessed first; you actually said that you'd never confess."
"But I did." Ruki stuck up his chin, pride and embarrassment mixing.
"Well, I know." Reita raised one brow.
"To you." He seemed fidgety all of a sudden.
"Exactly."
There was silence for a moment, the unpleasant kind. They were looking at each other, Ruki trying to hold and avoid Reita's gaze at the same time. He felt the urge to bite his lower lip but he didn't.
"Maybe you have privileges," he started, tentatively, but it wasn't the right answer. "Maybe I confessed to you," he shifted his stance, "because I actually do love you." He pushed a strand behind his ear. He'd never felt comfortable talking about this.
Reita was about to say something, pushing himself up into a sitting position, but Ruki shook his head. He knew Reita wasn't reading the interview for the first time, he had probably been studying it for the past few days. Reita knew what a confession meant to him. Hell, he was the one Ruki confessed to, years ago. He had seen him, standing there, shaking, how hard it had been to voice those words, hurtfully stuck in his throat. It was all about trust, something so rare.
Reita reached up, fingertips touching a warm cheek and Ruki leaned into the gentle touch, closing his eyes.
Both being thankful.
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Gosh, I was so slow writing this...
There wasn't even a kiss in this one *le gasp*!
The interview mentioned is this one.