FANFIC ACU Pre-Story: "Black Honey" Ch 1: "Asking" (AoixUruha- The GazettE)
Title: Black Honey Ch 1: Asking
Pairings: Aoi x Uruha
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: AU, Sci-Fi with Angst & Smut
Rating: PG13 (for this Ch; R overall)
Warning: PG13 for now, due to brief language. This fic will evolve into R for prostitution, mentioned sex acts, violence and murder, and smut. For now: vague "she" Uruha is addressing in this Ch. So mysterious. *Shot*
A/N: So this opening for this fic -where Uruha is asked about his mate- is rooted in the later chapters of the Second Book of ACU, “Games Without End”. As you can imagine he’s only going to tell part of his story. However the next chapters will ensure that you -darling readers- know more of it than anyone in the ACU does (barring Aoi and Uruha themselves). I hope you enjoy this -slight- teaser. ^.~ I know this is somewhat awkward but the entire fic will not be this way. Just an opening.
Dedication: I’m going to blame this one on onichick, because I know she won’t mind. Aoi & Uruha seem willing to push everyone out of the way and break the rules to entertain her, so here you go Oni-love!
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever, claim to own The GazettE (though I do have several CDs & Concert DVDs and a LOT of pictures). They belong to themselves and each other. This fic and the world it is set in is completely the product of my imagination. I do all my own stunts writing. Please do not attempt these techniques at home. No Beta (sorry for mistakes, I try to spare you).
Guide: Tend to be thoughts. Flashback to Words of Haven. ‘Mind to mind speaking/ previous conversations’
***
“I know this is intensely personal.” She murmured, looking all too adorable as she ducked her head to try and hide the blush. “But… Since we’re friends, can I ask?”
Tilting his head to one side, Uruha considered the young woman in silence for a moment. She was right when she said they were friends, and he’d had a feeling that would be the case when he’d first laid eyes on her. It was perhaps a strange prediction, since few could claim to be his friend and fewer still from first-sight, but there was just something about the American that made him fond of her.
A little unsure of herself in her current surroundings, entirely expected considering all that had changed for her within the last few days, she seemed the sort to jump in front of the train and just deal with the rest as it came at her. The fact that she was asking if she could ask him something merely boosted his affection for her.
With a regal nod, Uruha shifted slightly in his seat, entwining his hands and resting them on his crossed knees as he spoke in a soothing murmur. “I cannot promise that I will answer, or that you will understand what I say… But yes, you may ask me.”
“Can you tell me about him?”
Uruha froze momentarily, his beautiful face crystallizing into an icy mask as he battled with demons old and new that were roused by that question. Sooner or later, the questions are always the same. Most times a conversation started under the guise of wanting to get to ‘know’ him; asking what he likes or dislikes. But their deepest interests are in the past, his least favorite subject. At least, his least favorite subject to share. Their greatest obsession is the ‘why’ and ‘how’ of his deepest secret, his greatest treasure, his SoulMate.
Most of them aren’t rude enough to ask outright. Most, because some of them have no regard for secrets or ‘personal’ information. They stride right through the boundaries of propriety and ask flat out. And even Uruha didn’t want to know what happened to them, especially if he found out they had asked. The others? The others flirt with the questions, dance around them like skittish herd animals. Their fear of asking feeds their lust to know, even as it keeps them caged.
In many ways, they -the others- are the more dangerous breed. A fear and a lust like that, it can twist a man. Can taint a heart, destroy a soul, and eradicate a conscience. Uruha tended to like them even less than the ones that simply spit it out. There’s a scavenger quality to the ones that dance around it, like rival predators looking to steal from a kill.
Uruha -being very much alive- felt it was fairly easy for anyone with eyes to see why he finds the idea unpleasant, to say the least. He was rather tired of the general reaction to his bond with his mate, the lust to know the why and how of it.
And it is worse if Aoi is near, always. Then he can practically smell their lust to know, the sick desperation behind it. Those times Uruha looks to his mate, always. It’s a reflex and a need and as vital as breathing. He looks to Aoi and can sense them watching him.
They can watch, for all he cares, at least until Aoi decides otherwise. As long as they don’t touch, don’t get too near, Uruha is fine with them looking. He doesn’t care that they stare at him, not really; too busy staring at his mate. Because if Aoi is near, he has to look at him. Has to drink the sight of the Death Arch in, the only way he can when there are others around them.
Yet another reason they’d withdrawn from the public beyond their work with the Committee. The lesser Kin had a tendency to stare and ask invasive questions, and humans were even worse. The trip to Korea spared them such things, at least for the time being. The Resistance here knew better, or perhaps they just lived in fear of his mate.
Shaking his thoughts off Uruha blinked, his hesitation to answer and the sudden twist of thoughts and emotions apparent to those who knew him. Thankfully it was only the two of them, and she didn’t understand. “You want to know about him?”
She blushed all over again. “Well… If you don’t mind telling me? Maybe, how you met? What it was like?”
The clarification made him nod. Of course, of course. To someone on the outside, that would be the first natural question. To some of the ones who were part of their world, it was the first question. Thankfully most of the Koreans seemed to avoid it, understanding what they would have been asking if they’d brought it up.
That was the last thing you asked, if you ever asked it at all. It was an incredibly private matter, a difficult thing to put into words even if you were willing to share. To someone like Uruha, if you were wise, you never asked. But she was young, and she didn’t know, and they were friends.
The last time someone had asked him, someone he’d considered a friend, Kouyou had been younger and a tad more temperamental. He’d unleashed a stream of words before he could edit the impulse.
‘I can’t explain what it’s like to find your Mate. I could give you words, but they’d never mean that much to you. There’s no way for you to understand unless you’ve been where I’ve been. And even then, even then it is simply a near thing. The Mate bond is different for each pairing. Each connection is different, as each couple is different. There are mates that may be nothing more than glorified companions. Yes, they hold each other’s hearts, but it is a settled bond. A calm one.
Not ours. No, nothing he and I do can be considered calm. Steady, stable, settled. Those words may describe another Mate-bond, but not ours. This wasn’t a simple bonding, none of that ‘walking down the same street toward the same place as always when suddenly everything is different and you’re walking toward each other’. This was painful and sharp and wild, and it still is today.
It’s also the best thing that could or ever will happen to me.’
“What you wish to know is no small thing.” He murmured, considering how to explain. Word games, endlessly his life was word games. But in a life such as his, they were sometimes one’s last -or even only- defense. Even among allies, Uruha employed such protections. But with friends?
‘Can you tell me about him? If you don’t mind telling me? Maybe, how you met? What it was like?’
He remembered the whispers, the snap and bite of Haven’s rhetoric. Shadow-soul. Monsters. Less-than-human. Demons in the guise of Angels. Pervasion. Unclean.
Uruha remembered the wild desperation. I want to taste, lick, bite. I want him to crawl inside my soul and never leave. He remembered being wrapped in black wings. ‘Never leave, please.’ He remembered knowing in an instant that nothing could be as painful as the loss of the other would be. ‘Stay with me… I crave you.’
Sickness. Madness. Filth.
Oh gods… I want him inside of me always, with me always, around me always.
Disgusting.
I didn’t live before him, there was nothing before him.
Whore.
Dive into me, I don’t want to be alone anymore. Breathe life into me.
A dark voice like thunderous velvet, like liquid silk. “Mine. My mate. My only one. Mine always.”
A question Uruha couldn’t help but ask. “Who are you?”
“Yours.”
Uruha sighed, summoning a faint smile. “That… That is quite a story you ask for.”
She nodded, still unsure. “So… You’ll tell me?”
“I’ll tell you what I can of it.” He murmured, a soft smile taking any sting from the words. “I will tell you parts, at least… But whether or not you understand, that is up to you.”
She nodded, accepting the words that were both honest and cryptic.
Something about that unquestioning acceptance made Uruha relax. He would share what he was willing to share, and what she understood was her business.
“To tell you about him though, first I must tell you about me…” Uruha began, his eyes fixed on things long-past. “And that is not the prettiest of stories…”
***
Next Chapter: "Ch 2: The Beauty & The Hunter"
I know, I know.. I said Jae was most likely going to be the next "big" ACU undertaking... And he was, really he was. But he hasn't been talking, and you guys got snippets of his past so you can guess WHY he's not talking. So until he starts talking, I've got nothing. But LOOK. Aoi and Uruha are going to save you from absolute nothingness! Yay for them, right? Here we go on their PreStory, which is going to be a multi-chapter though I have no idea how long. Their story takes place after Gackt & Hyde's, but before Reita & Ruki's. I hope you enjoy. Comments are the only food/good stuff I'm getting right now, I've been too sick to eat. GIVE ME AFFECTION!
Pairings: Aoi x Uruha
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: AU, Sci-Fi with Angst & Smut
Rating: PG13 (for this Ch; R overall)
Warning: PG13 for now, due to brief language. This fic will evolve into R for prostitution, mentioned sex acts, violence and murder, and smut. For now: vague "she" Uruha is addressing in this Ch. So mysterious. *Shot*
A/N: So this opening for this fic -where Uruha is asked about his mate- is rooted in the later chapters of the Second Book of ACU, “Games Without End”. As you can imagine he’s only going to tell part of his story. However the next chapters will ensure that you -darling readers- know more of it than anyone in the ACU does (barring Aoi and Uruha themselves). I hope you enjoy this -slight- teaser. ^.~ I know this is somewhat awkward but the entire fic will not be this way. Just an opening.
Dedication: I’m going to blame this one on onichick, because I know she won’t mind. Aoi & Uruha seem willing to push everyone out of the way and break the rules to entertain her, so here you go Oni-love!
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever, claim to own The GazettE (though I do have several CDs & Concert DVDs and a LOT of pictures). They belong to themselves and each other. This fic and the world it is set in is completely the product of my imagination. I do all my own stunts writing. Please do not attempt these techniques at home. No Beta (sorry for mistakes, I try to spare you).
Guide: Tend to be thoughts. Flashback to Words of Haven. ‘Mind to mind speaking/ previous conversations’
***
“I know this is intensely personal.” She murmured, looking all too adorable as she ducked her head to try and hide the blush. “But… Since we’re friends, can I ask?”
Tilting his head to one side, Uruha considered the young woman in silence for a moment. She was right when she said they were friends, and he’d had a feeling that would be the case when he’d first laid eyes on her. It was perhaps a strange prediction, since few could claim to be his friend and fewer still from first-sight, but there was just something about the American that made him fond of her.
A little unsure of herself in her current surroundings, entirely expected considering all that had changed for her within the last few days, she seemed the sort to jump in front of the train and just deal with the rest as it came at her. The fact that she was asking if she could ask him something merely boosted his affection for her.
With a regal nod, Uruha shifted slightly in his seat, entwining his hands and resting them on his crossed knees as he spoke in a soothing murmur. “I cannot promise that I will answer, or that you will understand what I say… But yes, you may ask me.”
“Can you tell me about him?”
Uruha froze momentarily, his beautiful face crystallizing into an icy mask as he battled with demons old and new that were roused by that question. Sooner or later, the questions are always the same. Most times a conversation started under the guise of wanting to get to ‘know’ him; asking what he likes or dislikes. But their deepest interests are in the past, his least favorite subject. At least, his least favorite subject to share. Their greatest obsession is the ‘why’ and ‘how’ of his deepest secret, his greatest treasure, his SoulMate.
Most of them aren’t rude enough to ask outright. Most, because some of them have no regard for secrets or ‘personal’ information. They stride right through the boundaries of propriety and ask flat out. And even Uruha didn’t want to know what happened to them, especially if he found out they had asked. The others? The others flirt with the questions, dance around them like skittish herd animals. Their fear of asking feeds their lust to know, even as it keeps them caged.
In many ways, they -the others- are the more dangerous breed. A fear and a lust like that, it can twist a man. Can taint a heart, destroy a soul, and eradicate a conscience. Uruha tended to like them even less than the ones that simply spit it out. There’s a scavenger quality to the ones that dance around it, like rival predators looking to steal from a kill.
Uruha -being very much alive- felt it was fairly easy for anyone with eyes to see why he finds the idea unpleasant, to say the least. He was rather tired of the general reaction to his bond with his mate, the lust to know the why and how of it.
And it is worse if Aoi is near, always. Then he can practically smell their lust to know, the sick desperation behind it. Those times Uruha looks to his mate, always. It’s a reflex and a need and as vital as breathing. He looks to Aoi and can sense them watching him.
They can watch, for all he cares, at least until Aoi decides otherwise. As long as they don’t touch, don’t get too near, Uruha is fine with them looking. He doesn’t care that they stare at him, not really; too busy staring at his mate. Because if Aoi is near, he has to look at him. Has to drink the sight of the Death Arch in, the only way he can when there are others around them.
Yet another reason they’d withdrawn from the public beyond their work with the Committee. The lesser Kin had a tendency to stare and ask invasive questions, and humans were even worse. The trip to Korea spared them such things, at least for the time being. The Resistance here knew better, or perhaps they just lived in fear of his mate.
Shaking his thoughts off Uruha blinked, his hesitation to answer and the sudden twist of thoughts and emotions apparent to those who knew him. Thankfully it was only the two of them, and she didn’t understand. “You want to know about him?”
She blushed all over again. “Well… If you don’t mind telling me? Maybe, how you met? What it was like?”
The clarification made him nod. Of course, of course. To someone on the outside, that would be the first natural question. To some of the ones who were part of their world, it was the first question. Thankfully most of the Koreans seemed to avoid it, understanding what they would have been asking if they’d brought it up.
That was the last thing you asked, if you ever asked it at all. It was an incredibly private matter, a difficult thing to put into words even if you were willing to share. To someone like Uruha, if you were wise, you never asked. But she was young, and she didn’t know, and they were friends.
The last time someone had asked him, someone he’d considered a friend, Kouyou had been younger and a tad more temperamental. He’d unleashed a stream of words before he could edit the impulse.
‘I can’t explain what it’s like to find your Mate. I could give you words, but they’d never mean that much to you. There’s no way for you to understand unless you’ve been where I’ve been. And even then, even then it is simply a near thing. The Mate bond is different for each pairing. Each connection is different, as each couple is different. There are mates that may be nothing more than glorified companions. Yes, they hold each other’s hearts, but it is a settled bond. A calm one.
Not ours. No, nothing he and I do can be considered calm. Steady, stable, settled. Those words may describe another Mate-bond, but not ours. This wasn’t a simple bonding, none of that ‘walking down the same street toward the same place as always when suddenly everything is different and you’re walking toward each other’. This was painful and sharp and wild, and it still is today.
It’s also the best thing that could or ever will happen to me.’
“What you wish to know is no small thing.” He murmured, considering how to explain. Word games, endlessly his life was word games. But in a life such as his, they were sometimes one’s last -or even only- defense. Even among allies, Uruha employed such protections. But with friends?
‘Can you tell me about him? If you don’t mind telling me? Maybe, how you met? What it was like?’
He remembered the whispers, the snap and bite of Haven’s rhetoric. Shadow-soul. Monsters. Less-than-human. Demons in the guise of Angels. Pervasion. Unclean.
Uruha remembered the wild desperation. I want to taste, lick, bite. I want him to crawl inside my soul and never leave. He remembered being wrapped in black wings. ‘Never leave, please.’ He remembered knowing in an instant that nothing could be as painful as the loss of the other would be. ‘Stay with me… I crave you.’
Sickness. Madness. Filth.
Oh gods… I want him inside of me always, with me always, around me always.
Disgusting.
I didn’t live before him, there was nothing before him.
Whore.
Dive into me, I don’t want to be alone anymore. Breathe life into me.
A dark voice like thunderous velvet, like liquid silk. “Mine. My mate. My only one. Mine always.”
A question Uruha couldn’t help but ask. “Who are you?”
“Yours.”
Uruha sighed, summoning a faint smile. “That… That is quite a story you ask for.”
She nodded, still unsure. “So… You’ll tell me?”
“I’ll tell you what I can of it.” He murmured, a soft smile taking any sting from the words. “I will tell you parts, at least… But whether or not you understand, that is up to you.”
She nodded, accepting the words that were both honest and cryptic.
Something about that unquestioning acceptance made Uruha relax. He would share what he was willing to share, and what she understood was her business.
“To tell you about him though, first I must tell you about me…” Uruha began, his eyes fixed on things long-past. “And that is not the prettiest of stories…”
***
Next Chapter: "Ch 2: The Beauty & The Hunter"
I know, I know.. I said Jae was most likely going to be the next "big" ACU undertaking... And he was, really he was. But he hasn't been talking, and you guys got snippets of his past so you can guess WHY he's not talking. So until he starts talking, I've got nothing. But LOOK. Aoi and Uruha are going to save you from absolute nothingness! Yay for them, right? Here we go on their PreStory, which is going to be a multi-chapter though I have no idea how long. Their story takes place after Gackt & Hyde's, but before Reita & Ruki's. I hope you enjoy. Comments are the only food/good stuff I'm getting right now, I've been too sick to eat. GIVE ME AFFECTION!