Sunshine | 1/1 | RukixAoi, AoixRuki
Title: Sunshine
Chapter: 1/1
Author: akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: RukiXAoi, AoiXRuki
Theme: 008: Cherish - SuG @ 50stories
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, fluff, romance
Warnings: Unbeta-ed mistakes.
Disclaimers: The story is mine, the boys... well, I wish they were mine, but unfortunately they aren't *cries*
Summary: The small coffee shop's name was, written with quite eye-catching, cheerful font, 'Sunshine'.
Comments: Yay a fluff! And a quickly written one, at that! *laughs* I'm working my brain into a frenzy lately, and thank God for Sundays!!!! It's the only time when I can write the whole day through... Now, about the story: I love writing this one so much, because it gave me a nice, fuzzy feeling inside. I hope it can give you the same kind of feeling, especially those who currently have to endure a rainy day. As always: Comments make me smile very stupidly 8DDDD
Sunshine
The small coffee shop's name was, written with quite eye-catching, cheerful font, 'Sunshine'.
Ruki didn't know what had made him step into it in the first place. Maybe it was the rain that drizzled outside that kept getting gloomier by the second, or maybe he really was thirsty for a cup of coffee. Maybe, more likely, he deemed for a place where he could warm himself up after being slightly soaked from the rain and wait until it was drier outside before he hit the road again to head home. It would be just a quick stop; it was two p.m. now and, hopefully, at three it would stop raining.
His first impression of the place, once he got himself a pretty comfortable seat and had the time to look around, was that it truly was small, but weirdly cozy. Weird, because the place itself was so un-elaborate, differed from most coffee shops Ruki had gone into. The furniture consisted of only wooden chairs and tables, and a rather old looking counter a few feet away from where he was sitting. There, at the counter, were two waitresses, one was doing the cashier job if Ruki wasn't mistaken. To perform this cashier duty, there wasn't any computerized item in sight; the waitress only used a block note and pencil, and of course her brain to do the calculation.
Two minutes he was there already he felt like he had flown off the pitiful city he had spent almost all of his life at and transported into an old fashioned spot somewhere very much rural. He couldn't say he didn't like the feeling. As a matter of fact, he loved it. His brain was awfully overloaded with the frustrating atmosphere one could only find in the big city.
He couldn't deny that there had been moments when he felt so tired from all his routines and wished he could make an escape somewhere that wasn't polluted, somewhere quiet and smelled fresh. Of course, a trip to the seaside or the mountains where cars couldn't reach was a bit impossible. Ruki's schedule would not allow that. The closest to vacation that he could manage was to the artificial offspring bath a few kilometers from the heart of the city, and even there the water smelled odd, like there had been too much alum diluted in it. Every time Ruki went home from the bath his mood only slightly improved.
And that was why he felt impressed by this coffee shop he had found-quite coincidentally, in fact-and amazed to find how simply being there for no longer than five minutes could brighten up his sour mood although just a teeny bit.
While Ruki was guessing what it was exactly that made him feel at ease and elated-very possibly it was the very delectable scent of freshly boiled coffee wafting in the air-a waiter came approaching his table. Wearing the simple black and white uniform similar to what every other waiters and waitresses were wearing inside the shop-although this waiter wore his pretty haphazardly and messily-the young man was quite tall and slim. His shoulder length black hair was tied to a loose knot behind his neck, and some streaks of hair were dangling down like curtain at the sides of his face. Not exactly the kind of appearance Ruki was used to seeing supported by a waiter. In most restaurants they ordered their waiters and waitresses to cut their hair-if they happened to have long hair-or to tie them up tightly and neatly.
If the young man had been working at the restaurant across the road from Ruki's apartment, he would've been fired before day one had ended.
But then the dark haired man came closer and Ruki could see clearly the wide, bright smile he was wearing on his face. At that very second he understood why the owner of this place had kept this man around. That smile alone could attract more visitors than anything else that those sleek haired, spotless attired waiters in five star restaurants could ever offer.
Ruki was slightly out of it and pretty embarrassed when he realized he'd been caught staring. The waiter, at that moment, was asking the same question for the second time.
"Excuse me, Sir," he said, smiling even wider, "may I take your order?"
Clumsily, Ruki coughed before answering. "Coffee… black."
“Wouldn’t you like to try our special Choco-fuzz, Sir? Or maybe the new Frapp-o-Peachy, I highly recommend that one. It’s guaranteed to brighten up your day.”
For a moment Ruki gaped, trying to grasp the names of the drinks that the waiter had just mentioned. But no matter how hard he tried to figure out what kind of drinks those might be, nothing came to mind. Picking one less strangely named beverage from a whole list of it was just not Ruki’s expertise, and it seemed quite bothersome if he had to ask the waiter to explain them all one by one.
“I’ll just have black coffee, please.”
“Black coffee, coming up,” the waiter nodded, taking note of Ruki’s order. “How about some pies or waffles to go with that, Sir? Ours are the best, honest.”
The waiter sure had his way of persuading. But although Ruki would hate to argue about the truth behind the waiter’s statement (that the pies and waffles in the shop were the best), he was still full thanks to the late lunch he had just eaten a couple of hours ago.
“No, thank you.”
“Alright, then,” said the waiter, “black coffee, and that’s it, right Sir? I’ll be back in a minute!”
The waiter’s grin caught Ruki off guard and he couldn’t help but to watch as the dark haired man took his leave to process Ruki’s order. He had a casual but oddly cheerful way of walking, Ruki noticed; it’s pretty much unusual to put it in such term, but one just had to see it to believe it. He swung his legs unhurriedly, and then at one point snapped his head lightly to the side, probably to get rid of the streaks of hair coming to cover his face.
Before Ruki could observe any further, though, the waiter vanished behind a pair of swing doors.
It came almost like a shock-like a lightning bolt striking at broad day light-when Ruki blinked and realized that with the disappearance of the waiter, a part of the bright mood that had only begun to bud inside of him vanished without warning. It felt almost like a sudden attack of rainstorm in a previously cloudless, sunshiny day.
As if on cue, the rain outside began to pour more heavily. The sound was a gloomy one.
Covering his mouth as an attempt to muffle the gasp of disbelief bubbling up his throat, Ruki averted his gaze onto the table in front of him and tried to focus on the texture of the wooden surface.
If what he suspected about himself was true, then today would be the weirdest day he went through in, possibly, the whole year. His logics, of course, did what they could to convince him otherwise. How could all of these coincidences-the rain, the discovery of the little coffee shop-lead him to this? How on earth was it possible that he was feeling something remotely close to love-no, make it a bit more general: attraction-to someone he had only met once? And very briefly, in a coffee shop nonetheless. It would be a violation against his principals, his belief that he was immune to-as those silly, romantic-wannabes would call it-love at first sight.
Maybe he was just being hyper; he had overreacted to some coincidence-that no matter how pleasant it seemed, it was still an uncertain coincidence. Yes, the waiter was undeniably the best damn view Ruki had seen in a long while; and yes, the waiter’s smile was sweet, so sweet, in fact, that Ruki thought the nerves in his tooth twitched. But he couldn’t have become so helplessly attracted to a man just for those reasons above now, could he? Plus, smiling is what waiters do best-other than serving drinks and foods, of course. What guarantees did Ruki have that the dark haired waiter had saved that pretty smile especially for him? He probably greeted each and every customer visiting the shop with the equally lovely smile. Though the thought pinched Ruki’s heart, he accepted it as the most logical possibility.
Ruki smirked-the best that he could do to laugh at himself in the most inconspicuous way he knew. He had acted silly, now he realized with a rather bitter embarrassment. It was just a simple, unimportant attraction to an indisputably attractive man. Certainly Ruki wasn’t the first to be sitting on one of the seats in the coffee shop, blushing like a teenager having only known first love. It would pass as soon as it had come.
But tragically, that was just as far as Ruki could go in his struggle to convince himself that it was all trivial, because the next minute, a voice drew him away from his soliloquy of personal reprimand and brought him back to the warmth of coffee shop. The first thing that he saw when he lifted his gaze-and consequently, the first thing that ruined his whole effort and made it all seem worthless-was, again, the wide, bright smile plastered on the extraordinarily pretty face of the dark haired waiter.
“Your order, Sir,” the waiter said, and from his tray he lowered a cup of coffee-black, just like Ruki had asked-and placed it on the table.
“Thank you,” Ruki said timidly, unable to ignore the rising heat on his cheeks. It was impossible to wipe off the things he had just been thinking about, a moment ago, and they were only made worse by the presence of the object of his thoughts being so close to him. To hide his burning cheeks from sight, he sank his head down and stared at his cup of coffee. The steam coming from the cup smelled wonderful.
Ruki expected the waiter to leave as soon as he had delivered his order, but it turned out he was wrong. The waiter was still there, and realizing this, Ruki lifted his head back up. With wide eyes he stared at the waiter. The first thing that came to mind was that the dark haired man was going to ask for his tip, but shouldn’t that be done later after Ruki was finished?
“Here’s the Smiling Sunshine, Sir,” the waiter said and from his tray he lowered a plate onto Ruki’s table.
When the content of the plate was visible to Ruki’s eyes, he gaped, and voiced an awkward, confused, monosyllabic “Huh?”
There were two layers of waffle on the plate-two large and delicious looking layers of waffle, at that. On the surface of the top layer was drawn-with chocolate syrup, of all stuffs-a face: a pair of eyes and a widely smiling mouth. All around the waffle, on the plate, were streaks of yellow lines-could be pineapple jam; Ruki couldn’t tell for sure before he tried it-pointing outward, making the waffle look like a round, smiling sun.
“I didn’t order this…” Ruki mumbled, looking up at the waiter who was still there, standing beside Ruki’s table.
Unexpectedly, the waiter winked his right eye. “This is my treat,” he murmured in a secretive manner. “You looked like you needed a piece of sunshine in this rainy day.”
The words didn’t make sense as soon as they hit the membranes of Ruki’s ears, and there must have been a minute or two where he tried to process them in his brain. When it seemed like he was getting at it, he felt a soft touch and when he realized it was the waiter’s hand there lying calmly on his shoulder, Ruki felt his heart skip a beat… or a dozen.
“Just because it’s dim out there doesn’t mean that you have to be dim inside too.”
When Ruki’s brain finally managed to digest the meaning of the waiter’s words, he immediately felt his face heating up, even hotter than before. That must’ve been the most wonderful thing anyone had told him in his entire miserable life! He would’ve expected something like that coming from his mother, at the end of a conversation by a long distance call, not from a waiter in a coffee shop that he had only met this once. But though it felt a bit awkward to hear it coming from a perfect stranger, Ruki found that it wasn’t completely unacceptable. As a matter of fact, the meaning became that much deeper because it was a perfect stranger saying those words to him.
“Go on, enjoy,” the waiter urged, gently patting Ruki’s shoulder. “You’ll see that our delicacies really can brighten up your day.”
It was either the pleasant gesture that the waiter had performed or the smile that once again had turned the insides of Ruki’s stomach upside down, or it could very well be the rain that seemed automatically dissipating outside the shop that made Ruki felt like he had to say something-something nice, if he could help it.
But what came out of his mouth then was absolutely beyond his wildest imagination, and definitely beyond his self control.
“What time do you get off work?”
A minute of total awkward silence passed before someone said something, and that someone was Ruki: flustering and stuttering like someone had poured a bucket of hot, boiling water on him. “I-I didn’t mean… That was… I mean…”
The waiter laughed-a raspy but pleasant kind of laugh that rang nicely in Ruki’s ear-before Ruki could manage a discernible sentence. It wasn’t a mocking kind of laugh, and there was no hint of insult that Ruki found on the waiter’s face. In fact, he actually saw some kind of pinkish blush adorning those cheeks where the wide grin ended, which made it even harder for Ruki to think, and not to mention speak clearly.
“If you’re lucky, Sir…” the waiter began, peering back over his shoulder toward the counter, and then turned right back to Ruki, “…and if my boss over there doesn’t suddenly get the ridiculous idea of putting me on the fifth overtime this week,” he winked his right eye again and smiled sweetly, “I’ll be off at five.”
The rain stopped, but Ruki barely noticed it. There was a brightly shining sun inside his heart-brighter, even, than the half-eaten sun on the plate before him-that masked just about the very last piece of his dark, gloomy mood and replaced it with something nice and warm. The view he could see inside his head was akin to a clear field of green grasses and white flowers, and of course, limitless, warm sunshine.
It was five thirty when Ruki finally walked out of the small coffee shop (which he knew he would be visiting again very soon). But different with the way he entered earlier, he wasn’t walking out alone. A dark haired waiter (who was out of his uniform, now donning a casual black t-shirt and a pair of worn out jeans-and whose name happened to be Aoi, by the way) was walking by his side. Their steps as well as the topics that they chose to talk about matched, in a bizarre, coincidental way; and Ruki, feeling like he had finally found a life’s worth vacation he had been looking for, couldn’t help but to put on a sunshiny smile of his own.
=== END ===
Notes: Again, just a quick one, it has been fun writing this ^^ Now I must go and take a bath *laughs* See y'all again soon!
My 50stories AoixRuki project list ==> here
My fanfic list ==> here
Chapter: 1/1
Author: akichuu
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: RukiXAoi, AoiXRuki
Theme: 008: Cherish - SuG @ 50stories
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, fluff, romance
Warnings: Unbeta-ed mistakes.
Disclaimers: The story is mine, the boys... well, I wish they were mine, but unfortunately they aren't *cries*
Summary: The small coffee shop's name was, written with quite eye-catching, cheerful font, 'Sunshine'.
Comments: Yay a fluff! And a quickly written one, at that! *laughs* I'm working my brain into a frenzy lately, and thank God for Sundays!!!! It's the only time when I can write the whole day through... Now, about the story: I love writing this one so much, because it gave me a nice, fuzzy feeling inside. I hope it can give you the same kind of feeling, especially those who currently have to endure a rainy day. As always: Comments make me smile very stupidly 8DDDD
Sunshine
The small coffee shop's name was, written with quite eye-catching, cheerful font, 'Sunshine'.
Ruki didn't know what had made him step into it in the first place. Maybe it was the rain that drizzled outside that kept getting gloomier by the second, or maybe he really was thirsty for a cup of coffee. Maybe, more likely, he deemed for a place where he could warm himself up after being slightly soaked from the rain and wait until it was drier outside before he hit the road again to head home. It would be just a quick stop; it was two p.m. now and, hopefully, at three it would stop raining.
His first impression of the place, once he got himself a pretty comfortable seat and had the time to look around, was that it truly was small, but weirdly cozy. Weird, because the place itself was so un-elaborate, differed from most coffee shops Ruki had gone into. The furniture consisted of only wooden chairs and tables, and a rather old looking counter a few feet away from where he was sitting. There, at the counter, were two waitresses, one was doing the cashier job if Ruki wasn't mistaken. To perform this cashier duty, there wasn't any computerized item in sight; the waitress only used a block note and pencil, and of course her brain to do the calculation.
Two minutes he was there already he felt like he had flown off the pitiful city he had spent almost all of his life at and transported into an old fashioned spot somewhere very much rural. He couldn't say he didn't like the feeling. As a matter of fact, he loved it. His brain was awfully overloaded with the frustrating atmosphere one could only find in the big city.
He couldn't deny that there had been moments when he felt so tired from all his routines and wished he could make an escape somewhere that wasn't polluted, somewhere quiet and smelled fresh. Of course, a trip to the seaside or the mountains where cars couldn't reach was a bit impossible. Ruki's schedule would not allow that. The closest to vacation that he could manage was to the artificial offspring bath a few kilometers from the heart of the city, and even there the water smelled odd, like there had been too much alum diluted in it. Every time Ruki went home from the bath his mood only slightly improved.
And that was why he felt impressed by this coffee shop he had found-quite coincidentally, in fact-and amazed to find how simply being there for no longer than five minutes could brighten up his sour mood although just a teeny bit.
While Ruki was guessing what it was exactly that made him feel at ease and elated-very possibly it was the very delectable scent of freshly boiled coffee wafting in the air-a waiter came approaching his table. Wearing the simple black and white uniform similar to what every other waiters and waitresses were wearing inside the shop-although this waiter wore his pretty haphazardly and messily-the young man was quite tall and slim. His shoulder length black hair was tied to a loose knot behind his neck, and some streaks of hair were dangling down like curtain at the sides of his face. Not exactly the kind of appearance Ruki was used to seeing supported by a waiter. In most restaurants they ordered their waiters and waitresses to cut their hair-if they happened to have long hair-or to tie them up tightly and neatly.
If the young man had been working at the restaurant across the road from Ruki's apartment, he would've been fired before day one had ended.
But then the dark haired man came closer and Ruki could see clearly the wide, bright smile he was wearing on his face. At that very second he understood why the owner of this place had kept this man around. That smile alone could attract more visitors than anything else that those sleek haired, spotless attired waiters in five star restaurants could ever offer.
Ruki was slightly out of it and pretty embarrassed when he realized he'd been caught staring. The waiter, at that moment, was asking the same question for the second time.
"Excuse me, Sir," he said, smiling even wider, "may I take your order?"
Clumsily, Ruki coughed before answering. "Coffee… black."
“Wouldn’t you like to try our special Choco-fuzz, Sir? Or maybe the new Frapp-o-Peachy, I highly recommend that one. It’s guaranteed to brighten up your day.”
For a moment Ruki gaped, trying to grasp the names of the drinks that the waiter had just mentioned. But no matter how hard he tried to figure out what kind of drinks those might be, nothing came to mind. Picking one less strangely named beverage from a whole list of it was just not Ruki’s expertise, and it seemed quite bothersome if he had to ask the waiter to explain them all one by one.
“I’ll just have black coffee, please.”
“Black coffee, coming up,” the waiter nodded, taking note of Ruki’s order. “How about some pies or waffles to go with that, Sir? Ours are the best, honest.”
The waiter sure had his way of persuading. But although Ruki would hate to argue about the truth behind the waiter’s statement (that the pies and waffles in the shop were the best), he was still full thanks to the late lunch he had just eaten a couple of hours ago.
“No, thank you.”
“Alright, then,” said the waiter, “black coffee, and that’s it, right Sir? I’ll be back in a minute!”
The waiter’s grin caught Ruki off guard and he couldn’t help but to watch as the dark haired man took his leave to process Ruki’s order. He had a casual but oddly cheerful way of walking, Ruki noticed; it’s pretty much unusual to put it in such term, but one just had to see it to believe it. He swung his legs unhurriedly, and then at one point snapped his head lightly to the side, probably to get rid of the streaks of hair coming to cover his face.
Before Ruki could observe any further, though, the waiter vanished behind a pair of swing doors.
It came almost like a shock-like a lightning bolt striking at broad day light-when Ruki blinked and realized that with the disappearance of the waiter, a part of the bright mood that had only begun to bud inside of him vanished without warning. It felt almost like a sudden attack of rainstorm in a previously cloudless, sunshiny day.
As if on cue, the rain outside began to pour more heavily. The sound was a gloomy one.
Covering his mouth as an attempt to muffle the gasp of disbelief bubbling up his throat, Ruki averted his gaze onto the table in front of him and tried to focus on the texture of the wooden surface.
If what he suspected about himself was true, then today would be the weirdest day he went through in, possibly, the whole year. His logics, of course, did what they could to convince him otherwise. How could all of these coincidences-the rain, the discovery of the little coffee shop-lead him to this? How on earth was it possible that he was feeling something remotely close to love-no, make it a bit more general: attraction-to someone he had only met once? And very briefly, in a coffee shop nonetheless. It would be a violation against his principals, his belief that he was immune to-as those silly, romantic-wannabes would call it-love at first sight.
Maybe he was just being hyper; he had overreacted to some coincidence-that no matter how pleasant it seemed, it was still an uncertain coincidence. Yes, the waiter was undeniably the best damn view Ruki had seen in a long while; and yes, the waiter’s smile was sweet, so sweet, in fact, that Ruki thought the nerves in his tooth twitched. But he couldn’t have become so helplessly attracted to a man just for those reasons above now, could he? Plus, smiling is what waiters do best-other than serving drinks and foods, of course. What guarantees did Ruki have that the dark haired waiter had saved that pretty smile especially for him? He probably greeted each and every customer visiting the shop with the equally lovely smile. Though the thought pinched Ruki’s heart, he accepted it as the most logical possibility.
Ruki smirked-the best that he could do to laugh at himself in the most inconspicuous way he knew. He had acted silly, now he realized with a rather bitter embarrassment. It was just a simple, unimportant attraction to an indisputably attractive man. Certainly Ruki wasn’t the first to be sitting on one of the seats in the coffee shop, blushing like a teenager having only known first love. It would pass as soon as it had come.
But tragically, that was just as far as Ruki could go in his struggle to convince himself that it was all trivial, because the next minute, a voice drew him away from his soliloquy of personal reprimand and brought him back to the warmth of coffee shop. The first thing that he saw when he lifted his gaze-and consequently, the first thing that ruined his whole effort and made it all seem worthless-was, again, the wide, bright smile plastered on the extraordinarily pretty face of the dark haired waiter.
“Your order, Sir,” the waiter said, and from his tray he lowered a cup of coffee-black, just like Ruki had asked-and placed it on the table.
“Thank you,” Ruki said timidly, unable to ignore the rising heat on his cheeks. It was impossible to wipe off the things he had just been thinking about, a moment ago, and they were only made worse by the presence of the object of his thoughts being so close to him. To hide his burning cheeks from sight, he sank his head down and stared at his cup of coffee. The steam coming from the cup smelled wonderful.
Ruki expected the waiter to leave as soon as he had delivered his order, but it turned out he was wrong. The waiter was still there, and realizing this, Ruki lifted his head back up. With wide eyes he stared at the waiter. The first thing that came to mind was that the dark haired man was going to ask for his tip, but shouldn’t that be done later after Ruki was finished?
“Here’s the Smiling Sunshine, Sir,” the waiter said and from his tray he lowered a plate onto Ruki’s table.
When the content of the plate was visible to Ruki’s eyes, he gaped, and voiced an awkward, confused, monosyllabic “Huh?”
There were two layers of waffle on the plate-two large and delicious looking layers of waffle, at that. On the surface of the top layer was drawn-with chocolate syrup, of all stuffs-a face: a pair of eyes and a widely smiling mouth. All around the waffle, on the plate, were streaks of yellow lines-could be pineapple jam; Ruki couldn’t tell for sure before he tried it-pointing outward, making the waffle look like a round, smiling sun.
“I didn’t order this…” Ruki mumbled, looking up at the waiter who was still there, standing beside Ruki’s table.
Unexpectedly, the waiter winked his right eye. “This is my treat,” he murmured in a secretive manner. “You looked like you needed a piece of sunshine in this rainy day.”
The words didn’t make sense as soon as they hit the membranes of Ruki’s ears, and there must have been a minute or two where he tried to process them in his brain. When it seemed like he was getting at it, he felt a soft touch and when he realized it was the waiter’s hand there lying calmly on his shoulder, Ruki felt his heart skip a beat… or a dozen.
“Just because it’s dim out there doesn’t mean that you have to be dim inside too.”
When Ruki’s brain finally managed to digest the meaning of the waiter’s words, he immediately felt his face heating up, even hotter than before. That must’ve been the most wonderful thing anyone had told him in his entire miserable life! He would’ve expected something like that coming from his mother, at the end of a conversation by a long distance call, not from a waiter in a coffee shop that he had only met this once. But though it felt a bit awkward to hear it coming from a perfect stranger, Ruki found that it wasn’t completely unacceptable. As a matter of fact, the meaning became that much deeper because it was a perfect stranger saying those words to him.
“Go on, enjoy,” the waiter urged, gently patting Ruki’s shoulder. “You’ll see that our delicacies really can brighten up your day.”
It was either the pleasant gesture that the waiter had performed or the smile that once again had turned the insides of Ruki’s stomach upside down, or it could very well be the rain that seemed automatically dissipating outside the shop that made Ruki felt like he had to say something-something nice, if he could help it.
But what came out of his mouth then was absolutely beyond his wildest imagination, and definitely beyond his self control.
“What time do you get off work?”
A minute of total awkward silence passed before someone said something, and that someone was Ruki: flustering and stuttering like someone had poured a bucket of hot, boiling water on him. “I-I didn’t mean… That was… I mean…”
The waiter laughed-a raspy but pleasant kind of laugh that rang nicely in Ruki’s ear-before Ruki could manage a discernible sentence. It wasn’t a mocking kind of laugh, and there was no hint of insult that Ruki found on the waiter’s face. In fact, he actually saw some kind of pinkish blush adorning those cheeks where the wide grin ended, which made it even harder for Ruki to think, and not to mention speak clearly.
“If you’re lucky, Sir…” the waiter began, peering back over his shoulder toward the counter, and then turned right back to Ruki, “…and if my boss over there doesn’t suddenly get the ridiculous idea of putting me on the fifth overtime this week,” he winked his right eye again and smiled sweetly, “I’ll be off at five.”
The rain stopped, but Ruki barely noticed it. There was a brightly shining sun inside his heart-brighter, even, than the half-eaten sun on the plate before him-that masked just about the very last piece of his dark, gloomy mood and replaced it with something nice and warm. The view he could see inside his head was akin to a clear field of green grasses and white flowers, and of course, limitless, warm sunshine.
It was five thirty when Ruki finally walked out of the small coffee shop (which he knew he would be visiting again very soon). But different with the way he entered earlier, he wasn’t walking out alone. A dark haired waiter (who was out of his uniform, now donning a casual black t-shirt and a pair of worn out jeans-and whose name happened to be Aoi, by the way) was walking by his side. Their steps as well as the topics that they chose to talk about matched, in a bizarre, coincidental way; and Ruki, feeling like he had finally found a life’s worth vacation he had been looking for, couldn’t help but to put on a sunshiny smile of his own.
=== END ===
Notes: Again, just a quick one, it has been fun writing this ^^ Now I must go and take a bath *laughs* See y'all again soon!
My 50stories AoixRuki project list ==> here
My fanfic list ==> here