[fic] Don't leave ... , Uruha x Reita, Kai x Aoi, 9/?
Title: Don't leave
Author: Yomi aka
yomi_chan
Genre: fluff, drama, angst, manxman (bear it >>')
Rating: R (for now)
Chapter: 9/?
Warnings: Yeah … English is not my mother tongue so please beware from typos and grammar mistakes!
Pairings: Uruha x Reita, Kai x Aoi (as for now ^^)
Synopsis: Something’s bothering Uruha lately and this causes his best friend to overreact - till he finds out, what the reason for his behavior is …
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don’t make any money out of this, nor do I own any member of Gazette (T__T’’)
Author’s notes: This is for
sarcasm_chan
Comments and Critics are always welcome! ^^
ENJOY! ^-^
“And what about me …?”
“What should be about you?”, Akira replied slightly uninterested and somehow distracted.
“I don’t give a damn …”
The guitarist grabbed his shirt at a spot near his heart and clutched it tightly. This last sentence just hurt so much, the pain of his heart being torn apart seemed to overwhelm him and he felt, as if he was almost losing his consciousness.
“Eh?”, he managed to breath out irritated.
“Hn … well however. Bye.”
In disbelieving, Uruha just starred at his cell phone, ignoring the pain, which grew even more in his chest.
He even didn’t bother to wipe away the tears, which were streaming down his face now and just flipped the mobile shut, still squeezing the area around his aching muscle.
Why did he have to be this cruel to him?
Had he been such an annoyance all this years they’ve known each other?
Maybe … maybe he had just let pass away the right moment for everything - for telling Akira the truth about his feelings.
His head kept spinning with his thoughts and just made him tired even more.
The more he was thinking about it and tried to argument with his mind, the more he cried. At some point he was lying on the floor, his face buried in his arms and rolled up in a ball.
His sleeves were already soaked with tears, but he didn’t care at all.
Life was really quite unfair, wasn’t it?
When finally his tears decided to stop falling, he was still lying on the floor, eyes reddened and puffy from all the crying before.
Slowly he closed his tortured eyes to give them a little rest until he was eventually able to stand up again and grab his bag, just to leave the apartment as fast as he was able too.
Uruha didn’t want to be seen broken like this by his best friend and band mate.
However, as he stepped outside the building, he froze in his movement as he saw two familiar forms in the distance.
Why?!
What did he do that his life seemed to hate him this much?
Why did these two have to be there?
Right now.
And why were they hugging and kissing each other in front of him?
The tears, which he thought they’d have run dry, started to well up again and he bit the insides of his lips in order to suppress them. As fast as he could, he turned on his heels and left to the other direction, hoping they didn’t notice him.
Meanwhile just a couple of meters away, Shou still had an arm around Akiras’ shoulders and tried to sooth him.
“Hey … you just need to talk to him, I bet everything will turn out well, but it won’t help anybody, if you’re keep acting as stubborn as you’re doing it now.”, he wanted to convince the bassist.
“You don’t get it, don’t you?!”
The older one sighed slightly annoyed.
“He KISSED Ruki … in FRONT of ME! I just … I can’t forgive him right now.”
“I bet he was drunk, wasn’t he?”
“So what?!”
“Maybe he was just desperate, because he thought you wouldn’t return his feelings in any way?”
“ … “
“You know I’m right, now don’t you?”
“Whatever …”
The taller one rolled his eyes. Somehow he could sympathize with Reita and his actions, but on the other hand, he just didn’t understand, why he had to make things so difficult, if they actually weren’t that complicated anyway …
“Still I didn’t understand why you just hung up.”
Reita shook his head and just kept walking. He wasn’t in the mood to discuss this further and he was more than positive that the guitarist would be still in the apartment and trying to persuade him in letting him stay, so there was no need to, in his point of view.
When they reached said apartment, the blond was sure Uruha would open the door straight away, so he didn’t bother to search for his keys. But when they had get to the door and Reita tried to open it, he was surprised to find it locked.
Blinking he starred at the wooden surface of the entrance to his apartment, when Shou poked him lightly into his side.
“What’s wrong?”
“…”
“Hey! Reita!“
The tall blond waved his hands in front of the other mans face to gain his attention.
„Eh?“, replied the bassist confused at the fact that the door was actually locked.
“I asked you, what the fuck is wrong, because you were starring at the door for like … a minute or something.”
“Ahum …”
Still puzzled, the blond rummaged through his bag in order to find the required key, so the two musicians could enter.
Shou just shook his head and didn’t dare to say anything at all.
After they were in the apartment, Reita closed the door behind his new roommate and put the keys on the stand beside the entrance.
“I thought he would be here …”, the older one mumbled almost inaudibly, but Shou heard him nonetheless.
“So that’s why you’re so out of it.”
The bassist just nodded and went to the kitchen.
“Yep … but were could he be?”
“I don’t know, but you threw him out, remember? And you weren’t gently and understanding at all … more like an offended children, who wants to hurt another person just as much as it was hurt itself.”, the taller one explained matter-of-factly, as he followed the Gazette member.
Reita turned around and faced him, slightly furious.
“I’m acting like a WHAT?!”
“Like a goddamn whining CHILD!”
Blinking the blond wasn’t able to utter anything.
“See?”, Shou pointed out triumphantly.
“Whatever. Just shut the fuck up …”
“Oh hell … as you wish.”
The vocalist just rolled his eyes, but somehow he sensed that Reita didn’t want him to shut his mouth - just the opposite. After all, the honey blond guitarist wasn’t here and Shou was positive that the shorter one was more than concerned about Uruha and his whereabouts, since the latter didn’t even left a note or something to say were he would be.
“He could be hurt!”
“Err … he’s not a frigging 5-year-old you know?”
“But …”
“Reita!”
The bassist flinched and sighed almost mutely - he was really worried, Shou could tell it by now.
“Just let us wait a bit more … I’m sure he’ll return back, since his stuff is still here … you checked it your self for about forty-two times or something, now didn’t you? But however, I think he will certainly call in a couple of minutes.”
Both fell silent again.
“Are you sure?”
The younger one sighed again.
“Yes, I am … but to be honest, it’s your fault anyway … you didn’t had to act this immature you know?”
Reita frowned and looked at him a bit pouting.
“Aren’t you supposed to comfort me, instead of stabbing the knife even deeper?”, he grumbled.
“Said who?”
This made the blond pout even more; crossing his arms in front o his chest. In his point of view, Shou was just partially right.
Indeed it hadn’t been necessary to behave like this and throw out Kouyou without even listening to what he had to say or why he had this sudden change of his mind, but he didn’t thought in that moment. He was too absorbed in his emotion and thought to care about it.
His gaze roamed the room until the clock got his very attention. It was getting late …
Energetic the bassist stood up and grinned apologizing at Shou, who let out an alarmed gasp.
“I’m going to look for Uruha.”, he announced.
“But … WAIT!”
Stopping in his tracks, the shorter one turned to face the vocalist.
“What?”
“You don’t know were he could possibly be.”
“I think I have an idea … after all I do know him for quite a long time now …”
Sighing Shou surrendered and nodded.
“Yes … your right, but please promise me something …”, he lifted his head and looked in the eyes of the blond, “Don’t screw it up again, because you’re gonna regret it soon …”
“I know.”
With this, the older one left his apartment and made his way to one of Uruha’s favorite places - the Spotlight bar.
~*~
Kyah!
I'm done with another chapter! *dances around*
Well I'm sorry it took me so long again, but my graduation got delayed and then I went to the J-Shock so I didn't had time and couldn't post it before ûu
Buuut~ I graduated and now I have holidays for almost three months, which means, I can write and post more now!
*hehe*
Ah! I told you, there will be smex in this chapter, but I'm still too insecure about writing it in English, as well as I somehow changed the storyline, which is mostly the reason why the promised smex doesn't appears in this chapter ... but I'm trying to get over my shadow and write it in the next one! Cheer me on! *haha*
So ... as you already know, I simply love cookies (and Fudge *Q*) and comments are like cookies for me, so I'd be very happy to receive some ^---^
Thank you for reading and supporting me till now <3333
You guys are the best! ^o^
Missed the other parts?
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Author: Yomi aka
yomi_chan
Genre: fluff, drama, angst, manxman (bear it >>')
Rating: R (for now)
Chapter: 9/?
Warnings: Yeah … English is not my mother tongue so please beware from typos and grammar mistakes!
Pairings: Uruha x Reita, Kai x Aoi (as for now ^^)
Synopsis: Something’s bothering Uruha lately and this causes his best friend to overreact - till he finds out, what the reason for his behavior is …
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don’t make any money out of this, nor do I own any member of Gazette (T__T’’)
Author’s notes: This is for
sarcasm_chan
Comments and Critics are always welcome! ^^
ENJOY! ^-^
“And what about me …?”
“What should be about you?”, Akira replied slightly uninterested and somehow distracted.
“I don’t give a damn …”
The guitarist grabbed his shirt at a spot near his heart and clutched it tightly. This last sentence just hurt so much, the pain of his heart being torn apart seemed to overwhelm him and he felt, as if he was almost losing his consciousness.
“Eh?”, he managed to breath out irritated.
“Hn … well however. Bye.”
In disbelieving, Uruha just starred at his cell phone, ignoring the pain, which grew even more in his chest.
He even didn’t bother to wipe away the tears, which were streaming down his face now and just flipped the mobile shut, still squeezing the area around his aching muscle.
Why did he have to be this cruel to him?
Had he been such an annoyance all this years they’ve known each other?
Maybe … maybe he had just let pass away the right moment for everything - for telling Akira the truth about his feelings.
His head kept spinning with his thoughts and just made him tired even more.
The more he was thinking about it and tried to argument with his mind, the more he cried. At some point he was lying on the floor, his face buried in his arms and rolled up in a ball.
His sleeves were already soaked with tears, but he didn’t care at all.
Life was really quite unfair, wasn’t it?
When finally his tears decided to stop falling, he was still lying on the floor, eyes reddened and puffy from all the crying before.
Slowly he closed his tortured eyes to give them a little rest until he was eventually able to stand up again and grab his bag, just to leave the apartment as fast as he was able too.
Uruha didn’t want to be seen broken like this by his best friend and band mate.
However, as he stepped outside the building, he froze in his movement as he saw two familiar forms in the distance.
Why?!
What did he do that his life seemed to hate him this much?
Why did these two have to be there?
Right now.
And why were they hugging and kissing each other in front of him?
The tears, which he thought they’d have run dry, started to well up again and he bit the insides of his lips in order to suppress them. As fast as he could, he turned on his heels and left to the other direction, hoping they didn’t notice him.
Meanwhile just a couple of meters away, Shou still had an arm around Akiras’ shoulders and tried to sooth him.
“Hey … you just need to talk to him, I bet everything will turn out well, but it won’t help anybody, if you’re keep acting as stubborn as you’re doing it now.”, he wanted to convince the bassist.
“You don’t get it, don’t you?!”
The older one sighed slightly annoyed.
“He KISSED Ruki … in FRONT of ME! I just … I can’t forgive him right now.”
“I bet he was drunk, wasn’t he?”
“So what?!”
“Maybe he was just desperate, because he thought you wouldn’t return his feelings in any way?”
“ … “
“You know I’m right, now don’t you?”
“Whatever …”
The taller one rolled his eyes. Somehow he could sympathize with Reita and his actions, but on the other hand, he just didn’t understand, why he had to make things so difficult, if they actually weren’t that complicated anyway …
“Still I didn’t understand why you just hung up.”
Reita shook his head and just kept walking. He wasn’t in the mood to discuss this further and he was more than positive that the guitarist would be still in the apartment and trying to persuade him in letting him stay, so there was no need to, in his point of view.
When they reached said apartment, the blond was sure Uruha would open the door straight away, so he didn’t bother to search for his keys. But when they had get to the door and Reita tried to open it, he was surprised to find it locked.
Blinking he starred at the wooden surface of the entrance to his apartment, when Shou poked him lightly into his side.
“What’s wrong?”
“…”
“Hey! Reita!“
The tall blond waved his hands in front of the other mans face to gain his attention.
„Eh?“, replied the bassist confused at the fact that the door was actually locked.
“I asked you, what the fuck is wrong, because you were starring at the door for like … a minute or something.”
“Ahum …”
Still puzzled, the blond rummaged through his bag in order to find the required key, so the two musicians could enter.
Shou just shook his head and didn’t dare to say anything at all.
After they were in the apartment, Reita closed the door behind his new roommate and put the keys on the stand beside the entrance.
“I thought he would be here …”, the older one mumbled almost inaudibly, but Shou heard him nonetheless.
“So that’s why you’re so out of it.”
The bassist just nodded and went to the kitchen.
“Yep … but were could he be?”
“I don’t know, but you threw him out, remember? And you weren’t gently and understanding at all … more like an offended children, who wants to hurt another person just as much as it was hurt itself.”, the taller one explained matter-of-factly, as he followed the Gazette member.
Reita turned around and faced him, slightly furious.
“I’m acting like a WHAT?!”
“Like a goddamn whining CHILD!”
Blinking the blond wasn’t able to utter anything.
“See?”, Shou pointed out triumphantly.
“Whatever. Just shut the fuck up …”
“Oh hell … as you wish.”
The vocalist just rolled his eyes, but somehow he sensed that Reita didn’t want him to shut his mouth - just the opposite. After all, the honey blond guitarist wasn’t here and Shou was positive that the shorter one was more than concerned about Uruha and his whereabouts, since the latter didn’t even left a note or something to say were he would be.
“He could be hurt!”
“Err … he’s not a frigging 5-year-old you know?”
“But …”
“Reita!”
The bassist flinched and sighed almost mutely - he was really worried, Shou could tell it by now.
“Just let us wait a bit more … I’m sure he’ll return back, since his stuff is still here … you checked it your self for about forty-two times or something, now didn’t you? But however, I think he will certainly call in a couple of minutes.”
Both fell silent again.
“Are you sure?”
The younger one sighed again.
“Yes, I am … but to be honest, it’s your fault anyway … you didn’t had to act this immature you know?”
Reita frowned and looked at him a bit pouting.
“Aren’t you supposed to comfort me, instead of stabbing the knife even deeper?”, he grumbled.
“Said who?”
This made the blond pout even more; crossing his arms in front o his chest. In his point of view, Shou was just partially right.
Indeed it hadn’t been necessary to behave like this and throw out Kouyou without even listening to what he had to say or why he had this sudden change of his mind, but he didn’t thought in that moment. He was too absorbed in his emotion and thought to care about it.
His gaze roamed the room until the clock got his very attention. It was getting late …
Energetic the bassist stood up and grinned apologizing at Shou, who let out an alarmed gasp.
“I’m going to look for Uruha.”, he announced.
“But … WAIT!”
Stopping in his tracks, the shorter one turned to face the vocalist.
“What?”
“You don’t know were he could possibly be.”
“I think I have an idea … after all I do know him for quite a long time now …”
Sighing Shou surrendered and nodded.
“Yes … your right, but please promise me something …”, he lifted his head and looked in the eyes of the blond, “Don’t screw it up again, because you’re gonna regret it soon …”
“I know.”
With this, the older one left his apartment and made his way to one of Uruha’s favorite places - the Spotlight bar.
~*~
Kyah!
I'm done with another chapter! *dances around*
Well I'm sorry it took me so long again, but my graduation got delayed and then I went to the J-Shock so I didn't had time and couldn't post it before ûu
Buuut~ I graduated and now I have holidays for almost three months, which means, I can write and post more now!
*hehe*
Ah! I told you, there will be smex in this chapter, but I'm still too insecure about writing it in English, as well as I somehow changed the storyline, which is mostly the reason why the promised smex doesn't appears in this chapter ... but I'm trying to get over my shadow and write it in the next one! Cheer me on! *haha*
So ... as you already know, I simply love cookies (and Fudge *Q*) and comments are like cookies for me, so I'd be very happy to receive some ^---^
Thank you for reading and supporting me till now <3333
You guys are the best! ^o^
Missed the other parts?
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