Three Words - 2/3 { ReitaxRuki }
Title : Three Words - 2/3 { ReitaxRuki }
Author: yujira
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None :o
Summary: Your head on the back of my head, your lips on the side of my neck and my answer is the usual one. Tears of regret, struggle, fear and a bit of hope staining my flushed cheeks.
Disclaimer: I don't own their asses. *le sigh* But I'm dreaming about them doing hot fanservice (does that count? D;)
Comments: Okay... I needed to split it into 3 parts... I'm sorry >___>;;
''I love you.''
You're telling me yet again, trying to put on a soft gaze but you fail miserably as your deep voice trembles with wrath, looking at me with blazing eyes as you lower your body to the level of the drenched one of mine sitting on the cold and wet restroom floor. I'm soaked to the bone, the school uniform clinging to my body feels weird and uncomfortable and I wish I could just get rid of it but that would leave me naked which is not the best thing to do when you're in school, huh? I avert your eyes, switching my gaze towards the snow white tiles on the floor as I watch the water drops dripping from the tips of my light auburn hair. I hear a sigh coming from you as there's no reply from me as always and your hand lifts to gently pat the top of my wet hair. You should've seen it coming, I clearly did, trying to bring you to act normally and shut your mouth about us in school, but no, all you did was grabbing my hand and kissing me quickly on my right cheek, in front of the whole godforsaken class. In times like these, I really wish to kill your for your stupidity. Of course that action would have no consequences for you. You're one of the most popular students in school, both girls and boys are at your feet, you never took advantage of that but treated everyone nicely which only made you even more loved by them. Well, with the exception of me. I've always been by your side, hence already being treated special by you, which made me stand out from the others, in other words being hated. I never cared about the daffy jealousy of our classmates, as long as you wished for my presence, I could ignore the stares, rumors, pranks being played on me because often you would find the culprits and after giving them a lecture it would be peaceful for a while. I know the question is on the tip of your tongue, I can tell from your other hand, which is clenched tightly into a fist that you want to get revenge but I can't. I can't tell you as those cowards decided to pour that bucket of ice cold water on me in a moment where I wouldn't be able to see them. I heard them though... but I won't tell you. Heard those high giggles which could only escape a girl's lips and I'm sure that I've also recognized the obnoxious voice of the president of your fan club, the girl which probably annoys you the most at school as she's the only one bold enough to approach and even touch you in ways I simply wanted to rip her filthy hands from you. Being the nice guy you are, you never clearly showed your annoyance but instead chose to find a lame excuse which would result with grabbing me by the arm and running off to the roof of the school, the only place where we could escape the others for just a little while during lunch break. She had always smiled sweetly but I saw those ugly feelings reflecting in her orbs every time she would gaze at me for a second before hanging on your lips again. But I won't tell you. I know, at the state you're in right now you'd probably pull all of the poor girl's hair out at once. The thought seems appealing but I won't lower myself down to her level. I won't because maybe, maybe she's right you know? Presenting us to everyone we know, we haven't gotten one positive reaction yet. It should... it should've made you realize by now that this is wrong after all. We are. And yet here you are, carefully drying my wet face with a fluffy little towel as if I was a porcelain doll, so fragile I could break any moment. Don't care about my face dumbass, it's my heart you're going to shatter into little pieces someday. Because I'm finding myself struggling to continue ignoring your looks, your touches, your small intimate actions. I feel myself beginning to drown in the soft gentleness and understanding your eyes show to only me, the warm and comforting way you touch only me, making me feel secure, loved, whole. You're the missing piece to my fragmentary image. But once you're gone I will be incomplete again. I know, I know... and I continue fooling myself, not reacting as you put the towel away and wrap your arms around me, not reacting as you pull us as close as possible, not caring about your clothes getting wet as well now.
''Don't let the jealousy and those unforgivable actions blind you. I'm here. I will always be.''
Your hand on the back of my head, your lips on the side of my neck and my answer is the usual one. Tears of regret, struggle, fear and a bit of hope staining my flushed cheeks.
.
.
.
''I love you.''
You tenderly brush across my red cheek but this time they're not tinted crimson because of your touch, it's my body condition, cold sweat running down, making me shiver under the amount of blankets you tucked me in. My head feels like it's gonna explode soon, eyes only half way opened because the light hurts no less than stabbing spears and I sigh tiredly, my weakness being a good excuse this time to not answer you. Even though it is me who wished for you to come... like you always do when I'm falling sick with a cold, the flu or whatever sickness comes across. Can you bring me some cold medicine? That short text message is all that's needed for you to appear within the next twenty minutes at my front door, breathing harshly from your running and even though I tell you with looks that I'm not dying sheesh, that you don't have to exhaust yourself like that, you only keep smiling at me.
''I can decide myself how much I worry about the one I love.''
With that you had grabbed my hand, making me lay down on my bed, a hand on my sweaty forehead and I couldn't help but sigh contently at the pleasant coolness of your palm. Looking at me finally reacting, you chuckled sweetly and after two pills of medicine and a cold, wet towel replacing your soft hand on my forehead, you sat down at the edge of my bed, simply watching my heated face while stroking it. Nothing was heard in the small apartment apart from the sound of our soft breathing. We were alone. I knew you were going to ask me that certain question and so I shook my head before your lips could part, a frown forming on your face at the blank expression in my orbs. But I was tired of it, I didn't see the need in getting depressed over it any longer. The woman I had to call my mother, she was nothing but a stranger to me. Leaving for weeks without telling me a thing, probably going to spend time with one of her boyfriends. Never cooking or taking care of the house hold, never asking me how I was doing, I couldn't even remember if she'd ever hugged me in my life. At least she was responsible enough to always leave some money for groceries and other things behind for me to use before she disappeared. How kind of her. But I didn't care anymore, didn't want to, the silence of the small flat and her absence actually pleased me because I was free to do whatever I wanted. And I was able to take care of myself after four years since she started leaving me. I definitely preferred to listen to the sound of the buzzing refrigerator than her shrieking shouts and criticism. The fact that we had already been friends back then probably saved me, I didn't know what would've become of me if I really had stayed the alone whole time. Sometimes you would ask about my mother but never push the subject further when you saw me tense and averting your gaze. You understood that I didn't want to talk about her, didn't want to even think of her. You noticed that I was perfectly fine as long as you were by my side and so you stayed, entertaining me with scary stories or silly karaoke sessions, erasing all of my heavy thoughts. But this time it's different, it's not the same as your head is suddenly dangerously close to mine, our lips barely touching. The word want is clearly written on your face, making me feel even hotter and dizzier but before you can fully connect our lips , my hand covers your velvety pair just in time. I can feel you smile against my palm but your orbs are a sea of sadness and longing, my lower lip beginning to quiver as you manage to make me hate myself even more than I already do. You leave a few burning kisses on my hand before leaning away, your head turning towards the white ceiling for a couple of moments.
''I think... you're fully provided now, ne? Get well soon, Taka.''
Without another word or look from you, you suddenly stand up, I can see your shoulders trembling as you reach the door of my bedroom. I know I'm hurting you, I know the way I'm acting is not acceptable but never once have you left me when I barely had any strength left to move around. I need someone to care for me, someone to worry about me, I need you to stay! Your hand already grabs the knob of the front door, slowly turning it and my whole body shakes from the thought of you leaving me, it feels like I'm already losing you right at this moment. I'm struggling to get out of bed because the weight of all the blankets is pressing my feeble body into the mattress, I want to scream your name, tell you that you can't just leave me, that you need to be by my side, that I don't want to be left alone. You're different from everyone else, you're not the same, you're not because I love you.
''Hah... ah... Ak-ki...''
Your hand on the knob freezes and your head turns towards me as you stare speechlessly at my trembling body laying on my side, my hands covering my opened mouth and wide, shocked eyes meeting yours. All of a sudden you're in my room again, standing right in front of me and with a quick motion you lift the blankets, inviting yourself in and again, I feel your body against mine, our legs tangling, breathe your scent as you tuck my head under your chin and I can sense the slight shake accompanying your touches.
''You... you said my name.''
I can't even nod at your sentence because every part of my body is turning numb as realization fully hits me.
''You-you said it... after so long.''
I only answer with a sniffle as I begin wetting your collarbone with salty tears, not being able to gather a single thought, I can't, I just can't because I don't understand what's going on. Your grip on me tightens, not painfully but reassuringly and I can feel your lips move on top of my honey colored head as you speak.
''I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Taka. I promise I won't leave you. I'll stay the night.''
My arms finally wound around your body to response to your hug and I feel myself nodding faintly, my fluttering heart making me forget about the fever I'm having and that it'll probably get worse with that amount of heat being added. But I don't care. I don't want to as you suddenly begin to hum a soft and familiar melody into my ear, reminding me of the past when you decided to sing to me when I couldn't fall asleep. It has been years since the last time you did that for me...
''I notice the twinkling stars as I travel... the beautiful silence of the forest... chasing a shooting star...''
This time I'm not going to ignore you, I want to treasure this moment because it's just too precious, with every fibre of my body I want to feel just how amazing and simply perfect it is to be held by you. And I press the smile on my lips against your neck so that you can feel it as your arms caress my fragile, still trembling body.
''The stars twinkle in harmony as I travel... the opposite of the world and reality... chasing a shooting star...''
.
.
.
Tell me what song I put in here and I'll send you a clone of your fave Gaze member with only a red bow tied around his neck ;DD we need the originals for the band, ne... lol. Okayyyyyyyyy, I'm not done yet... I realized that it would simply take me too long to add the rest to the 2nd chapter as well so there will be ONE last part coming. I really need to sleep a lot so that I'll have enough energy for the girugämesh concert tomorrow <3 and the autograph session >w< *fufufusooexcitedkehe* x33 Yeah don't worry... x'DD I hope this is okay... :/ I don't know what to say about it. o.o'
*stabs herself for making Ruki handicapped again*
Ah! And happy GAZETTE ANNIVERSARY!♥~ Woot woot, they finally reached the niiiiiiiiiine! (cause it's my fav number, haha. X'D)
I actually wanted to include that in the 2nd chapter.. now it's gonna be in the 3rd& too late. *pouts*
Anyway, let's hope we'll also get to see them celebrating their 20th anniversary... and even more xDD <33
You guys are my light and I shall support you till the end! <33
GAZEROCK WILL NEVER DIEEEEE.~.♥.~ (only haters muahaha c:)
So I hope you liked it. Comments are ♥ as usual ~ <3
Author: yujira
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None :o
Summary: Your head on the back of my head, your lips on the side of my neck and my answer is the usual one. Tears of regret, struggle, fear and a bit of hope staining my flushed cheeks.
Disclaimer: I don't own their asses. *le sigh* But I'm dreaming about them doing hot fanservice (does that count? D;)
Comments: Okay... I needed to split it into 3 parts... I'm sorry >___>;;
''I love you.''
You're telling me yet again, trying to put on a soft gaze but you fail miserably as your deep voice trembles with wrath, looking at me with blazing eyes as you lower your body to the level of the drenched one of mine sitting on the cold and wet restroom floor. I'm soaked to the bone, the school uniform clinging to my body feels weird and uncomfortable and I wish I could just get rid of it but that would leave me naked which is not the best thing to do when you're in school, huh? I avert your eyes, switching my gaze towards the snow white tiles on the floor as I watch the water drops dripping from the tips of my light auburn hair. I hear a sigh coming from you as there's no reply from me as always and your hand lifts to gently pat the top of my wet hair. You should've seen it coming, I clearly did, trying to bring you to act normally and shut your mouth about us in school, but no, all you did was grabbing my hand and kissing me quickly on my right cheek, in front of the whole godforsaken class. In times like these, I really wish to kill your for your stupidity. Of course that action would have no consequences for you. You're one of the most popular students in school, both girls and boys are at your feet, you never took advantage of that but treated everyone nicely which only made you even more loved by them. Well, with the exception of me. I've always been by your side, hence already being treated special by you, which made me stand out from the others, in other words being hated. I never cared about the daffy jealousy of our classmates, as long as you wished for my presence, I could ignore the stares, rumors, pranks being played on me because often you would find the culprits and after giving them a lecture it would be peaceful for a while. I know the question is on the tip of your tongue, I can tell from your other hand, which is clenched tightly into a fist that you want to get revenge but I can't. I can't tell you as those cowards decided to pour that bucket of ice cold water on me in a moment where I wouldn't be able to see them. I heard them though... but I won't tell you. Heard those high giggles which could only escape a girl's lips and I'm sure that I've also recognized the obnoxious voice of the president of your fan club, the girl which probably annoys you the most at school as she's the only one bold enough to approach and even touch you in ways I simply wanted to rip her filthy hands from you. Being the nice guy you are, you never clearly showed your annoyance but instead chose to find a lame excuse which would result with grabbing me by the arm and running off to the roof of the school, the only place where we could escape the others for just a little while during lunch break. She had always smiled sweetly but I saw those ugly feelings reflecting in her orbs every time she would gaze at me for a second before hanging on your lips again. But I won't tell you. I know, at the state you're in right now you'd probably pull all of the poor girl's hair out at once. The thought seems appealing but I won't lower myself down to her level. I won't because maybe, maybe she's right you know? Presenting us to everyone we know, we haven't gotten one positive reaction yet. It should... it should've made you realize by now that this is wrong after all. We are. And yet here you are, carefully drying my wet face with a fluffy little towel as if I was a porcelain doll, so fragile I could break any moment. Don't care about my face dumbass, it's my heart you're going to shatter into little pieces someday. Because I'm finding myself struggling to continue ignoring your looks, your touches, your small intimate actions. I feel myself beginning to drown in the soft gentleness and understanding your eyes show to only me, the warm and comforting way you touch only me, making me feel secure, loved, whole. You're the missing piece to my fragmentary image. But once you're gone I will be incomplete again. I know, I know... and I continue fooling myself, not reacting as you put the towel away and wrap your arms around me, not reacting as you pull us as close as possible, not caring about your clothes getting wet as well now.
''Don't let the jealousy and those unforgivable actions blind you. I'm here. I will always be.''
Your hand on the back of my head, your lips on the side of my neck and my answer is the usual one. Tears of regret, struggle, fear and a bit of hope staining my flushed cheeks.
.
.
.
''I love you.''
You tenderly brush across my red cheek but this time they're not tinted crimson because of your touch, it's my body condition, cold sweat running down, making me shiver under the amount of blankets you tucked me in. My head feels like it's gonna explode soon, eyes only half way opened because the light hurts no less than stabbing spears and I sigh tiredly, my weakness being a good excuse this time to not answer you. Even though it is me who wished for you to come... like you always do when I'm falling sick with a cold, the flu or whatever sickness comes across. Can you bring me some cold medicine? That short text message is all that's needed for you to appear within the next twenty minutes at my front door, breathing harshly from your running and even though I tell you with looks that I'm not dying sheesh, that you don't have to exhaust yourself like that, you only keep smiling at me.
''I can decide myself how much I worry about the one I love.''
With that you had grabbed my hand, making me lay down on my bed, a hand on my sweaty forehead and I couldn't help but sigh contently at the pleasant coolness of your palm. Looking at me finally reacting, you chuckled sweetly and after two pills of medicine and a cold, wet towel replacing your soft hand on my forehead, you sat down at the edge of my bed, simply watching my heated face while stroking it. Nothing was heard in the small apartment apart from the sound of our soft breathing. We were alone. I knew you were going to ask me that certain question and so I shook my head before your lips could part, a frown forming on your face at the blank expression in my orbs. But I was tired of it, I didn't see the need in getting depressed over it any longer. The woman I had to call my mother, she was nothing but a stranger to me. Leaving for weeks without telling me a thing, probably going to spend time with one of her boyfriends. Never cooking or taking care of the house hold, never asking me how I was doing, I couldn't even remember if she'd ever hugged me in my life. At least she was responsible enough to always leave some money for groceries and other things behind for me to use before she disappeared. How kind of her. But I didn't care anymore, didn't want to, the silence of the small flat and her absence actually pleased me because I was free to do whatever I wanted. And I was able to take care of myself after four years since she started leaving me. I definitely preferred to listen to the sound of the buzzing refrigerator than her shrieking shouts and criticism. The fact that we had already been friends back then probably saved me, I didn't know what would've become of me if I really had stayed the alone whole time. Sometimes you would ask about my mother but never push the subject further when you saw me tense and averting your gaze. You understood that I didn't want to talk about her, didn't want to even think of her. You noticed that I was perfectly fine as long as you were by my side and so you stayed, entertaining me with scary stories or silly karaoke sessions, erasing all of my heavy thoughts. But this time it's different, it's not the same as your head is suddenly dangerously close to mine, our lips barely touching. The word want is clearly written on your face, making me feel even hotter and dizzier but before you can fully connect our lips , my hand covers your velvety pair just in time. I can feel you smile against my palm but your orbs are a sea of sadness and longing, my lower lip beginning to quiver as you manage to make me hate myself even more than I already do. You leave a few burning kisses on my hand before leaning away, your head turning towards the white ceiling for a couple of moments.
''I think... you're fully provided now, ne? Get well soon, Taka.''
Without another word or look from you, you suddenly stand up, I can see your shoulders trembling as you reach the door of my bedroom. I know I'm hurting you, I know the way I'm acting is not acceptable but never once have you left me when I barely had any strength left to move around. I need someone to care for me, someone to worry about me, I need you to stay! Your hand already grabs the knob of the front door, slowly turning it and my whole body shakes from the thought of you leaving me, it feels like I'm already losing you right at this moment. I'm struggling to get out of bed because the weight of all the blankets is pressing my feeble body into the mattress, I want to scream your name, tell you that you can't just leave me, that you need to be by my side, that I don't want to be left alone. You're different from everyone else, you're not the same, you're not because I love you.
''Hah... ah... Ak-ki...''
Your hand on the knob freezes and your head turns towards me as you stare speechlessly at my trembling body laying on my side, my hands covering my opened mouth and wide, shocked eyes meeting yours. All of a sudden you're in my room again, standing right in front of me and with a quick motion you lift the blankets, inviting yourself in and again, I feel your body against mine, our legs tangling, breathe your scent as you tuck my head under your chin and I can sense the slight shake accompanying your touches.
''You... you said my name.''
I can't even nod at your sentence because every part of my body is turning numb as realization fully hits me.
''You-you said it... after so long.''
I only answer with a sniffle as I begin wetting your collarbone with salty tears, not being able to gather a single thought, I can't, I just can't because I don't understand what's going on. Your grip on me tightens, not painfully but reassuringly and I can feel your lips move on top of my honey colored head as you speak.
''I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Taka. I promise I won't leave you. I'll stay the night.''
My arms finally wound around your body to response to your hug and I feel myself nodding faintly, my fluttering heart making me forget about the fever I'm having and that it'll probably get worse with that amount of heat being added. But I don't care. I don't want to as you suddenly begin to hum a soft and familiar melody into my ear, reminding me of the past when you decided to sing to me when I couldn't fall asleep. It has been years since the last time you did that for me...
''I notice the twinkling stars as I travel... the beautiful silence of the forest... chasing a shooting star...''
This time I'm not going to ignore you, I want to treasure this moment because it's just too precious, with every fibre of my body I want to feel just how amazing and simply perfect it is to be held by you. And I press the smile on my lips against your neck so that you can feel it as your arms caress my fragile, still trembling body.
''The stars twinkle in harmony as I travel... the opposite of the world and reality... chasing a shooting star...''
.
.
.
Tell me what song I put in here and I'll send you a clone of your fave Gaze member with only a red bow tied around his neck ;DD we need the originals for the band, ne... lol. Okayyyyyyyyy, I'm not done yet... I realized that it would simply take me too long to add the rest to the 2nd chapter as well so there will be ONE last part coming. I really need to sleep a lot so that I'll have enough energy for the girugämesh concert tomorrow <3 and the autograph session >w< *fufufusooexcitedkehe* x33 Yeah don't worry... x'DD I hope this is okay... :/ I don't know what to say about it. o.o'
*stabs herself for making Ruki handicapped again*
Ah! And happy GAZETTE ANNIVERSARY!♥~ Woot woot, they finally reached the niiiiiiiiiine! (cause it's my fav number, haha. X'D)
I actually wanted to include that in the 2nd chapter.. now it's gonna be in the 3rd& too late. *pouts*
Anyway, let's hope we'll also get to see them celebrating their 20th anniversary... and even more xDD <33
You guys are my light and I shall support you till the end! <33
GAZEROCK WILL NEVER DIEEEEE.~.♥.~ (only haters muahaha c:)
So I hope you liked it. Comments are ♥ as usual ~ <3