FMLYHM Chapter 14
Title: FMLYHM
Band: The Gazette
Pairings: Aoi/Ruki; slight/future Uruha/Reita
Rating: R
Chapters: 13/??
Summary: Things begin to fall apart for The GazettE when changes in the members begin to tear everyone apart. Will the past destroy what they’ve built or can old wounds finally heal and new ones be stitched up?
Chapter Summary: Tonight, everything will change....
Warnings: Mentions of rape, violence, language, mentions of child abuse, self mutilation, angst, attempted suicide, angst.
A/N: CLIMAX OF THE STORY!!!! I’ve been working...at an underwear store. :D So that’s why it took so long but also how I wrote it. I keep having to go to work like...hours early and...ANYWAYS. PLEASE enjoy this and I will immediately get started on the next part. Thank you, thank you, thank you to all of you have followed this slow train along. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. <3 I've also got to thank Rob Dougan since his song helped push this along.
Thanks to porcelainorchid for editing it~~~<33333
Previous Chapters:
Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13
They could hear the crowd from their dressing room; fans screaming out their love and adoration, their individual voices blending together into one entity.
Reita sat on the floor, pressed between the sofa and the wall, knees up to his chest. His face was blank, his bass lying on the table in front of him, tuned but untouched. The screaming fans were making his limbs and fingers shake. He didn’t deserve the praise and the screaming reminded him of dark nights filled with pleading. Nights spent sitting in a scalding hot bath tub with his arms around his legs, the water slowly tinting red. Nights of biting through his lip and telling people he fell the next day. Nights he thought would be far behind him.
Not that far... a sick voice cooed in his head, making him wince. Not far enough that you can’t still feel me. Not far enough that you don’t know I’m still here. I’m still with you... still all over you. Blood on your hands... it’s me. I’m still there.
“Reita? Reita, are you okay?” Reita opened eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed to find Uruha kneeling right in front of him, worry written all over his face. Reita shook his head to clear the lingering hisses from the voice, focing himself to give Uruha a smile.
“Fine... I’m fine. Guess I just... zoned out a little.” Uruha’s frown deepened.
“You were covering your ears. You looked like you were hurt or sick or something...”
I am sick... Reita thought, bitterly. But not for long... soon, I won’t be here... The thought pooled warmth in Reita’s stomach and he pushed himself up a little.
“Don’t worry about me, Kouyou. I’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.” Uruha sighed.
“Alright. If you say so. But seriously... let me know if you don’t feel well...” He stood up and held out a hand to help Reita up. The bassist took it gratefully and gave his hand a little squeeze.
“I will. Thank you, Kouyou.” Uruha gave him a little, confused smile and nodded, patting his back.
“Come on, we’re almost ready to go on. The fans are crazy tonight. It’s going to be one hell of a show.” Reita smiled, grabbing the neck of his bass.
“Yes.... it really, really will.”
Ruki’s head was killing him. Nightmares that he now couldn’t remember had kept him up most of the night or in an uneasy sleep. He knew it was worrying Aoi, something he didn’t want to do. Aoi worried so much about him already and Ruki knew how much stress all this bullshit was causing him.
The tour had been a terrible idea, Ruki thought as he sipped at his tea. It had done nothing to bring them closer. If anything, it was pushing them further apart. And Reita....well, Reita was a mess. Ruki knew something was horribly wrong with the bassist, and it was bigger than
“that night”... it was so much more. He didn’t like to think of what could be worse than what he had felt that night. What could be more terrible than the pain of being torn in half?
He squeezed his eyes shut thinking about it. It made him feel almost sick. This darkness that seemed to be hiding deep within the bassist wasn’t there by mistake. He remembered how Reita looked in a crumpled heap on the floor near the piano. Shaking all over, sobs coming from somewhere deep. Anguish. It had been written all over his features, written in his muscles, his body. It was strange to feel such sorrow and pity and fear all for one person. A person who knew all his secrets. Who had spent hours listening to him, years by his side. A person who had defended him all the way back in elementary school.
Within the past day though, something in Reita had changed drastically. He seemed peaceful now, seemed calm. Like a prisoner for execution who had accepted the punishment for what he’d done. The thought caused a shiver to slide along Ruki’s spine, anxiety pooling in his gut. The change had been so sudden, so extreme, it couldn’t be a good thing. Maybe... maybe he should talk to Reita. Just talk. Just try and figure it out, see if they even could. What could it hurt? It certainly couldn’t make things worse.
Ruki nodded to himself and finished off his tea, standing and straightening out his jacket. After the live... He thought as he headed to the make up room. I’ll talk to him after the live.
He played his hardest.
He put his everything into their music; fingers pressed hard into the strings, flying over the frets, body moving on it’s own accord. For a moment he felt like his old self, felt like Reita, the rockstar. He teased the fans, he threw out picks, hit every note. For just a moment, everything was good again. But then he caught Aoi’s eye, the guitarist looking at him strangely before his eyes flickered back to Ruki and everything came crashing down around him... he remembered why he was playing this way, why his everything was going into this show. He’d have no need for the energy after tonight and they deserved everything he had for his last show.
Uruha bounced off the stage after their second encore. They had kicked mega ass tonight, their playing had been perfect. And Reita, he’d been amazing! Back to how it was before... before everything.
He was grinning as he finished off his bottle of water and spotted Reita in the corner, hands in his pockets as he looked around the room, chest heaving as he panted hard. Uruha made his way over to the bassist, grinning as he leaned against the wall beside him.
“You, my friend, were amazing tonight.” Reita gave him a little exhausted smile.
“You should sit down,” Uruha said, grabbing Reita’s are and tugging him in the direction of the couch, but the bassist resisted. Uruha frowned, giving Reita a pleading look.
“Come on... you’re exhausted. Sit down and have some water...” Reita pulled him back by his arm before slowly wrapping his arms around the guitarist’s waist, cheek pressed against his shoulder.
“Thank you, Kouyou...” He whispered almost too softly for Uruha to hear. “Thank you for everything, you... you’re such a good friend to me. You always have been. I don’t know what I would have done with out you.” His grip tightened a little and Uruha brought up his own arms to wrap around Reita’s shoulders, squeezing him back.
“I love you, Kouyou... you’re the most important person to me and I love you.” Uruha felt something clench painfully in his chest and he suddenly didn’t want to let go. He wanted to keep Reita with him, right here in his arms. No where else seemed safe, no where else seemed proper. He held Reita tight, ran his fingers against his sweaty neck.
“I love you, too Akira. I love you, too...” Something wasn’t right, but Uruha didn’t know what it was, didn’t know how to stop it. He suddenly wanted very badly to be home. To be curled up on the sofa with Reita, a box of pizza, a few beers, and some cheesy horror movie. They had to not be here.
Suddenly, Reita was pulling away, putting distance between them. His eyes looked wet and something wasn’t quiet right about them. But Reita smiled and nodded a little, his hands rubbing over Uruha’s back before falling away completely.
“You know, I think I’m too worn out to go for drinks. I’ll just see you back at the room later?” Uruha nodded mutely, not able to find his voice around the lump forming in his throat. Reita backed up a couple more steps before turning and leaving, leaving Uruha already regretting letting him go.
The show had taken a lot out of Ruki, but that’s what he liked; it cleared his head, and now he was positive that his decision to talk to Reita was the right choice. There was too much between them to just let go over one night, regardless of the event. He’d been making music with Reita since he was old enough to. Reita was the one who told him to try singing. Reita held his hair away from his face when he threw up before their first show. It shouldn’t matter that the one thing had been such a big event. It was about stringing together all the little things, watching them build up to something amazing. There was just the inkling of fear still coiling under his skin, but Ruki told himself that tonight would be the end of that. Reita wouldn’t hurt him like that again, he was sure of it. Everything would change tonight. Everything would be made better. Everything will be fixed.Ruki thought to himself as he gratefully took the water bottle Aoi handed him and laid down on the couch. Everything...
Everything changes tonight. Reita thought as he shut the bathroom door behind him, turning on the water and plugging the tub. Everything will be better. He shed his clothing as the tub filled, folding each item and placing them neatly on the counter. He ran a comb through his hair, splashed water over his face and grabbed the unopened packed of loose razor blades before sinking into the hot water. It burned his skin, but he could barely feel it over the hissing voice in his head.
Yes... yes... this is what you need to do. End it. End this. End you. End all the pain you caused. End the sorrow that follows in your wake.
He slipped out one of the razor blades into his palm, picking it up between his thumb and forefinger. He looked from the glimmering silver to the red lines already decorating his thighs and sides. But they wouldn’t be enough, not this time.
Bleed as you made him bleed, Akira. Finally do what you should have done years ago. You’re just a stain. Getting in the way of a perfect portrait.
The breath he sucked in was shuddering, his hand shaking as he turned his arm, revealing the smooth, pale skin, the dark viens. He paused, the metal hovering above his wrist. Was this what he wanted? To end everything? End his life? What about Kouyou? What about... about his family?
THEY WANT YOU GONE!!!The voice shrieked at him. Don’t you think if they cared they would have stopped him from hurting you?! That they would have saved you?! They didn’t care! They just want to get rid of you! You’re a mess! A waste! a rapist!! You can’t love. You can’t do anything but hurt the people around you. You’re a fucked up waste of body parts that should have been exterminated ages ago. Should have let him kill you when he had the chance. Then you never could have raped him, you sick mother FUCKER!!
Reita screamed as he pressed the razor hard into his wrist, pulling along the veins up to his elbow. He wanted the voice to stop and as blood seeped from his skin, dripping into the water, he heard silence. Reita sobbed in relief and quickly moved to give his other arm the same treatment. It felt so right, his life literally slipping through his fingers, blood dripping from his fingertips. Darkness slowly began creeping at the edge of his vision and he welcomed it’s cold arms. This was it.
Tonight, everything will change.
Ruki made his way through the empty hallways of the hotel in silence. He felt the tension thick around him, the anxiety tugging in his chest. He’d left Aoi at the hotel bar to have some time, a chance to talk to Reita. He hadn’t seen the bassist with everyone else and figured he’d chose to stay up in his room. Ruki was scared. Terrified, really. Flashes of Reita’s angry face growling terrible things at him. But he knew he had to do this, knew this was the only way to make things right.
With a deep breath, Ruki reached into his pocket and pulled out the key card he’d swiped from Uruha earlier. He hesitated only a moment before slipping the card into the slot and pushing open the door.
The room was silent. Deadly so. The curtains were mostly drawn, the room dark. Ruki frowned, looking at the empty beds and the suitcases against the wall.
“Reita...?” He called softly, slipping further into the room. There was an empty water bottle on the floor and the doors on the tv stand were open. Reita had to be here... where else could he be?
He noticed the bathroom door shut. The light wasn’t on, but that didn’t mean Reita wasn’t in there. He took the steps towards the door, a wicked feeling curling along his nerves. Something seemed very, very wrong. Ruki swallowed dryly, wetting his lips, his hand shaking as he wrapped it around the doorknob. The door creaked open. Ruki fumbled a moment before finding the light switch. He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted, the fluorescent momentarily blinding him. He saw clothes folded on the counter, saw his own pale reflection, saw something out of the corner of his eye. The moment he saw it, he wished for blindness again as the air died in his lungs.
Blood pooled on the floor off pale finger tips. Red water surrounded a still figure. Reita’s pallid face and closed eyes. Time froze, shock locked every muscle in Ruki’s body. His lungs shuttered to a stop. The only thought running through his head He looks so pale...
Then suddenly everything kicked into high gear. Ruki gasped in a lungfull of oxygen and stumbled over to the bathrub, ignoring the way his shoes slipped in the blood. One hand went to his phone, quickly dialing for help. His other hand to Reita’s throat, praying for a pulse.
“Ruki? Ruki where the hell are you?”
“I need.... I need an emercency vehicle like an ambulance right fucking now!! I’m in Reita and Uruha’s hotel room and... and shit, Reita is hurt! Fucking... I need a fucking ambulance!!” Their manager on the other line sputtered.
“Wh-what? Ruki, what the hell is going on?!”
“Just get me a fucking ambulance, damnit!!” He threw down his phone and nearly sobbed in relief when his fingers found a faint pulse. He hurried over and slipped his arms under Reita’s, and pulled him up and out of the water, pulling him against his chest. He didn’t notice the tears trickling down his cheeks as he pulled towels off the rack to press against the bleeding cuts.
“You don’t get to die, Akira. Do you fucking hear me?” He sniffed, pressing a kiss to Reita’s forehead. “You don’t get to. We need you here, Akira... you don’t get to die on us!” He pressed his forehead against Reita’s a tear slipping onto the other man’s cheek.
Please... He silently pleaded. Don’t take him away...
A/N:: FUCK YES. This part has been like... a year or something in the making. I've had this scene in my mind for forever so I really, really hope you guys enjoyed it. Please, please let me know if you did and I'm excited for the rest of what is to come. Explanations and answers in the next chapter so stay tuned! I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH.
Band: The Gazette
Pairings: Aoi/Ruki; slight/future Uruha/Reita
Rating: R
Chapters: 13/??
Summary: Things begin to fall apart for The GazettE when changes in the members begin to tear everyone apart. Will the past destroy what they’ve built or can old wounds finally heal and new ones be stitched up?
Chapter Summary: Tonight, everything will change....
Warnings: Mentions of rape, violence, language, mentions of child abuse, self mutilation, angst, attempted suicide, angst.
A/N: CLIMAX OF THE STORY!!!! I’ve been working...at an underwear store. :D So that’s why it took so long but also how I wrote it. I keep having to go to work like...hours early and...ANYWAYS. PLEASE enjoy this and I will immediately get started on the next part. Thank you, thank you, thank you to all of you have followed this slow train along. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. <3 I've also got to thank Rob Dougan since his song helped push this along.
Thanks to porcelainorchid for editing it~~~<33333
Previous Chapters:
Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13
They could hear the crowd from their dressing room; fans screaming out their love and adoration, their individual voices blending together into one entity.
Reita sat on the floor, pressed between the sofa and the wall, knees up to his chest. His face was blank, his bass lying on the table in front of him, tuned but untouched. The screaming fans were making his limbs and fingers shake. He didn’t deserve the praise and the screaming reminded him of dark nights filled with pleading. Nights spent sitting in a scalding hot bath tub with his arms around his legs, the water slowly tinting red. Nights of biting through his lip and telling people he fell the next day. Nights he thought would be far behind him.
Not that far... a sick voice cooed in his head, making him wince. Not far enough that you can’t still feel me. Not far enough that you don’t know I’m still here. I’m still with you... still all over you. Blood on your hands... it’s me. I’m still there.
“Reita? Reita, are you okay?” Reita opened eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed to find Uruha kneeling right in front of him, worry written all over his face. Reita shook his head to clear the lingering hisses from the voice, focing himself to give Uruha a smile.
“Fine... I’m fine. Guess I just... zoned out a little.” Uruha’s frown deepened.
“You were covering your ears. You looked like you were hurt or sick or something...”
I am sick... Reita thought, bitterly. But not for long... soon, I won’t be here... The thought pooled warmth in Reita’s stomach and he pushed himself up a little.
“Don’t worry about me, Kouyou. I’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.” Uruha sighed.
“Alright. If you say so. But seriously... let me know if you don’t feel well...” He stood up and held out a hand to help Reita up. The bassist took it gratefully and gave his hand a little squeeze.
“I will. Thank you, Kouyou.” Uruha gave him a little, confused smile and nodded, patting his back.
“Come on, we’re almost ready to go on. The fans are crazy tonight. It’s going to be one hell of a show.” Reita smiled, grabbing the neck of his bass.
“Yes.... it really, really will.”
Ruki’s head was killing him. Nightmares that he now couldn’t remember had kept him up most of the night or in an uneasy sleep. He knew it was worrying Aoi, something he didn’t want to do. Aoi worried so much about him already and Ruki knew how much stress all this bullshit was causing him.
The tour had been a terrible idea, Ruki thought as he sipped at his tea. It had done nothing to bring them closer. If anything, it was pushing them further apart. And Reita....well, Reita was a mess. Ruki knew something was horribly wrong with the bassist, and it was bigger than
“that night”... it was so much more. He didn’t like to think of what could be worse than what he had felt that night. What could be more terrible than the pain of being torn in half?
He squeezed his eyes shut thinking about it. It made him feel almost sick. This darkness that seemed to be hiding deep within the bassist wasn’t there by mistake. He remembered how Reita looked in a crumpled heap on the floor near the piano. Shaking all over, sobs coming from somewhere deep. Anguish. It had been written all over his features, written in his muscles, his body. It was strange to feel such sorrow and pity and fear all for one person. A person who knew all his secrets. Who had spent hours listening to him, years by his side. A person who had defended him all the way back in elementary school.
Within the past day though, something in Reita had changed drastically. He seemed peaceful now, seemed calm. Like a prisoner for execution who had accepted the punishment for what he’d done. The thought caused a shiver to slide along Ruki’s spine, anxiety pooling in his gut. The change had been so sudden, so extreme, it couldn’t be a good thing. Maybe... maybe he should talk to Reita. Just talk. Just try and figure it out, see if they even could. What could it hurt? It certainly couldn’t make things worse.
Ruki nodded to himself and finished off his tea, standing and straightening out his jacket. After the live... He thought as he headed to the make up room. I’ll talk to him after the live.
He played his hardest.
He put his everything into their music; fingers pressed hard into the strings, flying over the frets, body moving on it’s own accord. For a moment he felt like his old self, felt like Reita, the rockstar. He teased the fans, he threw out picks, hit every note. For just a moment, everything was good again. But then he caught Aoi’s eye, the guitarist looking at him strangely before his eyes flickered back to Ruki and everything came crashing down around him... he remembered why he was playing this way, why his everything was going into this show. He’d have no need for the energy after tonight and they deserved everything he had for his last show.
Uruha bounced off the stage after their second encore. They had kicked mega ass tonight, their playing had been perfect. And Reita, he’d been amazing! Back to how it was before... before everything.
He was grinning as he finished off his bottle of water and spotted Reita in the corner, hands in his pockets as he looked around the room, chest heaving as he panted hard. Uruha made his way over to the bassist, grinning as he leaned against the wall beside him.
“You, my friend, were amazing tonight.” Reita gave him a little exhausted smile.
“You should sit down,” Uruha said, grabbing Reita’s are and tugging him in the direction of the couch, but the bassist resisted. Uruha frowned, giving Reita a pleading look.
“Come on... you’re exhausted. Sit down and have some water...” Reita pulled him back by his arm before slowly wrapping his arms around the guitarist’s waist, cheek pressed against his shoulder.
“Thank you, Kouyou...” He whispered almost too softly for Uruha to hear. “Thank you for everything, you... you’re such a good friend to me. You always have been. I don’t know what I would have done with out you.” His grip tightened a little and Uruha brought up his own arms to wrap around Reita’s shoulders, squeezing him back.
“I love you, Kouyou... you’re the most important person to me and I love you.” Uruha felt something clench painfully in his chest and he suddenly didn’t want to let go. He wanted to keep Reita with him, right here in his arms. No where else seemed safe, no where else seemed proper. He held Reita tight, ran his fingers against his sweaty neck.
“I love you, too Akira. I love you, too...” Something wasn’t right, but Uruha didn’t know what it was, didn’t know how to stop it. He suddenly wanted very badly to be home. To be curled up on the sofa with Reita, a box of pizza, a few beers, and some cheesy horror movie. They had to not be here.
Suddenly, Reita was pulling away, putting distance between them. His eyes looked wet and something wasn’t quiet right about them. But Reita smiled and nodded a little, his hands rubbing over Uruha’s back before falling away completely.
“You know, I think I’m too worn out to go for drinks. I’ll just see you back at the room later?” Uruha nodded mutely, not able to find his voice around the lump forming in his throat. Reita backed up a couple more steps before turning and leaving, leaving Uruha already regretting letting him go.
The show had taken a lot out of Ruki, but that’s what he liked; it cleared his head, and now he was positive that his decision to talk to Reita was the right choice. There was too much between them to just let go over one night, regardless of the event. He’d been making music with Reita since he was old enough to. Reita was the one who told him to try singing. Reita held his hair away from his face when he threw up before their first show. It shouldn’t matter that the one thing had been such a big event. It was about stringing together all the little things, watching them build up to something amazing. There was just the inkling of fear still coiling under his skin, but Ruki told himself that tonight would be the end of that. Reita wouldn’t hurt him like that again, he was sure of it. Everything would change tonight. Everything would be made better. Everything will be fixed.Ruki thought to himself as he gratefully took the water bottle Aoi handed him and laid down on the couch. Everything...
Everything changes tonight. Reita thought as he shut the bathroom door behind him, turning on the water and plugging the tub. Everything will be better. He shed his clothing as the tub filled, folding each item and placing them neatly on the counter. He ran a comb through his hair, splashed water over his face and grabbed the unopened packed of loose razor blades before sinking into the hot water. It burned his skin, but he could barely feel it over the hissing voice in his head.
Yes... yes... this is what you need to do. End it. End this. End you. End all the pain you caused. End the sorrow that follows in your wake.
He slipped out one of the razor blades into his palm, picking it up between his thumb and forefinger. He looked from the glimmering silver to the red lines already decorating his thighs and sides. But they wouldn’t be enough, not this time.
Bleed as you made him bleed, Akira. Finally do what you should have done years ago. You’re just a stain. Getting in the way of a perfect portrait.
The breath he sucked in was shuddering, his hand shaking as he turned his arm, revealing the smooth, pale skin, the dark viens. He paused, the metal hovering above his wrist. Was this what he wanted? To end everything? End his life? What about Kouyou? What about... about his family?
THEY WANT YOU GONE!!!The voice shrieked at him. Don’t you think if they cared they would have stopped him from hurting you?! That they would have saved you?! They didn’t care! They just want to get rid of you! You’re a mess! A waste! a rapist!! You can’t love. You can’t do anything but hurt the people around you. You’re a fucked up waste of body parts that should have been exterminated ages ago. Should have let him kill you when he had the chance. Then you never could have raped him, you sick mother FUCKER!!
Reita screamed as he pressed the razor hard into his wrist, pulling along the veins up to his elbow. He wanted the voice to stop and as blood seeped from his skin, dripping into the water, he heard silence. Reita sobbed in relief and quickly moved to give his other arm the same treatment. It felt so right, his life literally slipping through his fingers, blood dripping from his fingertips. Darkness slowly began creeping at the edge of his vision and he welcomed it’s cold arms. This was it.
Tonight, everything will change.
Ruki made his way through the empty hallways of the hotel in silence. He felt the tension thick around him, the anxiety tugging in his chest. He’d left Aoi at the hotel bar to have some time, a chance to talk to Reita. He hadn’t seen the bassist with everyone else and figured he’d chose to stay up in his room. Ruki was scared. Terrified, really. Flashes of Reita’s angry face growling terrible things at him. But he knew he had to do this, knew this was the only way to make things right.
With a deep breath, Ruki reached into his pocket and pulled out the key card he’d swiped from Uruha earlier. He hesitated only a moment before slipping the card into the slot and pushing open the door.
The room was silent. Deadly so. The curtains were mostly drawn, the room dark. Ruki frowned, looking at the empty beds and the suitcases against the wall.
“Reita...?” He called softly, slipping further into the room. There was an empty water bottle on the floor and the doors on the tv stand were open. Reita had to be here... where else could he be?
He noticed the bathroom door shut. The light wasn’t on, but that didn’t mean Reita wasn’t in there. He took the steps towards the door, a wicked feeling curling along his nerves. Something seemed very, very wrong. Ruki swallowed dryly, wetting his lips, his hand shaking as he wrapped it around the doorknob. The door creaked open. Ruki fumbled a moment before finding the light switch. He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted, the fluorescent momentarily blinding him. He saw clothes folded on the counter, saw his own pale reflection, saw something out of the corner of his eye. The moment he saw it, he wished for blindness again as the air died in his lungs.
Blood pooled on the floor off pale finger tips. Red water surrounded a still figure. Reita’s pallid face and closed eyes. Time froze, shock locked every muscle in Ruki’s body. His lungs shuttered to a stop. The only thought running through his head He looks so pale...
Then suddenly everything kicked into high gear. Ruki gasped in a lungfull of oxygen and stumbled over to the bathrub, ignoring the way his shoes slipped in the blood. One hand went to his phone, quickly dialing for help. His other hand to Reita’s throat, praying for a pulse.
“Ruki? Ruki where the hell are you?”
“I need.... I need an emercency vehicle like an ambulance right fucking now!! I’m in Reita and Uruha’s hotel room and... and shit, Reita is hurt! Fucking... I need a fucking ambulance!!” Their manager on the other line sputtered.
“Wh-what? Ruki, what the hell is going on?!”
“Just get me a fucking ambulance, damnit!!” He threw down his phone and nearly sobbed in relief when his fingers found a faint pulse. He hurried over and slipped his arms under Reita’s, and pulled him up and out of the water, pulling him against his chest. He didn’t notice the tears trickling down his cheeks as he pulled towels off the rack to press against the bleeding cuts.
“You don’t get to die, Akira. Do you fucking hear me?” He sniffed, pressing a kiss to Reita’s forehead. “You don’t get to. We need you here, Akira... you don’t get to die on us!” He pressed his forehead against Reita’s a tear slipping onto the other man’s cheek.
Please... He silently pleaded. Don’t take him away...
A/N:: FUCK YES. This part has been like... a year or something in the making. I've had this scene in my mind for forever so I really, really hope you guys enjoyed it. Please, please let me know if you did and I'm excited for the rest of what is to come. Explanations and answers in the next chapter so stay tuned! I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH.