Bokki Satsu 10/??
Title: Bokki Satsu
Author: evil_queen369
Genre: Angst, smut, humor
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mentions of sexual activity
Chapter: 10/??
Synopsis: It was almost as if he felt my eyes on him for he turned his deadened gaze to me and looked me up and down, and that was when a small smile began to grace his lips. Hooked. I’ve seen that look enough times to know when someone was thinking the same as me, and he definitely had something in mind when he sat his glass on the shiny counter and walked toward me in a graceful manner that made my eyes fall to his exposed thighs.
Comments: The whole story is in Aoi's P.O.V.
Not beta'd, again. xD
Why, oh why, are my little friend’s brains fried? That shall be the beginning of a song if I ever choose to write one. It’s always amusing when I’m forced to do things I don’t want to, and being returned to Bokki Satsu wasn’t flattering at all. First of all, I was stuck with Aiko again and she wasn’t very happy. Maybe it was the wrong time of the month or something because she was totally crabby and didn’t take my bullshit. I can’t tell you how many times she slapped me across the face for just looking at her. Pretty fucking rude if you’re asking me. On top of that, Uruha was getting all the attention from the other patients; he didn’t even have to get his own lunch because some sex-deprived fuck would run off to get it. It must be nice to be treated as a princess for just being gorgeous.
Our rooms were on opposite ends of the hall, much to my dismay. With Uruha that far away, there was no way I couldn’t sneak in for a little fun. I had already done for awhile without intercourse but something about a place against sexual contact makes you want to have sex; it must be the rebellious side of me trying to get out. This time around it was much harder for me to keep my stupid comments to myself because I could always picture Uruha’s smirking face.
We’re not always kept in our rooms, y’know; sometimes we’re allowed to sit out in the main room to socialize with others. Uruha and I sat in two chairs by the window and talked about senseless stuff most of the time. Most f the time I ignored him because he’d be ranting about how much he liked it there. He would; all that attention is an ex-strippers dreams. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you how he said something about being done with stripping for good…something about he’d have to stop doing things I don’t like otherwise he’d never get me to like him. That sounded stupid coming out of his mouth, but I appreciated the thought behind it. It was more for him than me.
“How are we going to get out of here?” I sat with my knees pulled to my chest and my head resting on them. It was noon and we had just finished eating lunch, and like always we decided to sit and talk before heading off to our rooms to be bored. I guess Uruha enjoyed reading and writing poetry all day, as he told me numerous times. He hated the fact that he had to sit in a room for most of the day and either be alone or talk to a therapist. While he was reading and writing, I sat on my bed getting smacked around by my therapist because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Maybe I should have found a hobby or something.
“Why leave? I like it here.” Uruha shrugged, turning his attention away from the window to look at me. He only liked it for the attention, and I’m still convinced that’s the only reason. Why else would anyone really enjoy that hellhole? I gotta give him credit though; he kept himself together better than I had.
“Pfft! Because everyone wants you! You really need to stop basking in the attention; it’s not healthy.” I rolled my eyes at the smile disappearing from his face. He punched me in the arm and pouted like a child, and I really wasn’t taken back like that.
“That’s not true! Maybe I just enjoy hanging out with you. Here,” he paused waving his hand in the air to emphasize the room, “we don’t argue as much. Neither one of us really like it here, but at least I’m trying to make the best of it. You’re sitting around letting those three jackasses get to you. We’ll get them back for this, Aoi, and I think I know how.”
“It is true! Every time you walk into a room, a guy asks you if you want their chair or if they can get you anything. You’re swimming in attention! I don’t think you need out until you see they just want you because you’re good looking. This isn’t Wal*Mart honey, you’re not open 24/7 here. Close your legs, baby.” I grumbled crossing my arms over my legs as I turned my gaze to the wall beside me.
“Why does it bother you so much?” He laughed patting me on the head. “I already know you think I’m a slut; no need to say I’m open 24/7, love. Is it so bad I’m being nice to these people? They haven’t had eye candy this good since they were put in here!”
“You don’t have to please people all the time. They’re just trying to bed you.” Which was true because none of those guys in there cared about anything other than getting laid without anyone knowing.
“You were just trying to bed me.”
“But that’s different!” I almost yelled turning towards him. I don’t know why the little conversation was getting me so worked up. At that stage of the game I kind of looked at Uruha as a friend instead of some evil darklord. Maybe I was just being too protective.
“How is that any different?” He yelled standing up so he was towering over me.
“Oh fuck you, Uruha. I’m going to my room.” So much for that not arguing as much thing, ne? I believe I take the crown for biggest drama queen at Bokki Satsu. So what, Uruha had a lot of attention. Of course I didn’t get as much attention, but I wasn’t jealous because of it. As I walked to my room furiously, I could hear him yelling for me, but I was hardly listening to him. If he continued to yell, the guards would come to see what the hell was wrong.
I’m not as stupid as you probably think. Yes, I was just looked looking out for him, but it went much further than that. Even as I laid there on my bed with my pillow covering my head, I knew. I had feelings for Uruha. It was obvious with the way I was acting; I knew Uruha had to of known. I don’t know why I didn’t just come out and tell him, but I suppose it was because I didn’t want to be held down. When you’re like me, you’d much rather fuck some random person than surrender your heart to someone, but the tables were turning yet again and I didn’t know what the hell was happening. It no longer mattered if I wanted sex because it didn’t seem important. Uruha’s plan was working and I think he knew it would.
Author: evil_queen369
Genre: Angst, smut, humor
Fandom: the GazettE
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mentions of sexual activity
Chapter: 10/??
Synopsis: It was almost as if he felt my eyes on him for he turned his deadened gaze to me and looked me up and down, and that was when a small smile began to grace his lips. Hooked. I’ve seen that look enough times to know when someone was thinking the same as me, and he definitely had something in mind when he sat his glass on the shiny counter and walked toward me in a graceful manner that made my eyes fall to his exposed thighs.
Comments: The whole story is in Aoi's P.O.V.
Not beta'd, again. xD
Why, oh why, are my little friend’s brains fried? That shall be the beginning of a song if I ever choose to write one. It’s always amusing when I’m forced to do things I don’t want to, and being returned to Bokki Satsu wasn’t flattering at all. First of all, I was stuck with Aiko again and she wasn’t very happy. Maybe it was the wrong time of the month or something because she was totally crabby and didn’t take my bullshit. I can’t tell you how many times she slapped me across the face for just looking at her. Pretty fucking rude if you’re asking me. On top of that, Uruha was getting all the attention from the other patients; he didn’t even have to get his own lunch because some sex-deprived fuck would run off to get it. It must be nice to be treated as a princess for just being gorgeous.
Our rooms were on opposite ends of the hall, much to my dismay. With Uruha that far away, there was no way I couldn’t sneak in for a little fun. I had already done for awhile without intercourse but something about a place against sexual contact makes you want to have sex; it must be the rebellious side of me trying to get out. This time around it was much harder for me to keep my stupid comments to myself because I could always picture Uruha’s smirking face.
We’re not always kept in our rooms, y’know; sometimes we’re allowed to sit out in the main room to socialize with others. Uruha and I sat in two chairs by the window and talked about senseless stuff most of the time. Most f the time I ignored him because he’d be ranting about how much he liked it there. He would; all that attention is an ex-strippers dreams. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you how he said something about being done with stripping for good…something about he’d have to stop doing things I don’t like otherwise he’d never get me to like him. That sounded stupid coming out of his mouth, but I appreciated the thought behind it. It was more for him than me.
“How are we going to get out of here?” I sat with my knees pulled to my chest and my head resting on them. It was noon and we had just finished eating lunch, and like always we decided to sit and talk before heading off to our rooms to be bored. I guess Uruha enjoyed reading and writing poetry all day, as he told me numerous times. He hated the fact that he had to sit in a room for most of the day and either be alone or talk to a therapist. While he was reading and writing, I sat on my bed getting smacked around by my therapist because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Maybe I should have found a hobby or something.
“Why leave? I like it here.” Uruha shrugged, turning his attention away from the window to look at me. He only liked it for the attention, and I’m still convinced that’s the only reason. Why else would anyone really enjoy that hellhole? I gotta give him credit though; he kept himself together better than I had.
“Pfft! Because everyone wants you! You really need to stop basking in the attention; it’s not healthy.” I rolled my eyes at the smile disappearing from his face. He punched me in the arm and pouted like a child, and I really wasn’t taken back like that.
“That’s not true! Maybe I just enjoy hanging out with you. Here,” he paused waving his hand in the air to emphasize the room, “we don’t argue as much. Neither one of us really like it here, but at least I’m trying to make the best of it. You’re sitting around letting those three jackasses get to you. We’ll get them back for this, Aoi, and I think I know how.”
“It is true! Every time you walk into a room, a guy asks you if you want their chair or if they can get you anything. You’re swimming in attention! I don’t think you need out until you see they just want you because you’re good looking. This isn’t Wal*Mart honey, you’re not open 24/7 here. Close your legs, baby.” I grumbled crossing my arms over my legs as I turned my gaze to the wall beside me.
“Why does it bother you so much?” He laughed patting me on the head. “I already know you think I’m a slut; no need to say I’m open 24/7, love. Is it so bad I’m being nice to these people? They haven’t had eye candy this good since they were put in here!”
“You don’t have to please people all the time. They’re just trying to bed you.” Which was true because none of those guys in there cared about anything other than getting laid without anyone knowing.
“You were just trying to bed me.”
“But that’s different!” I almost yelled turning towards him. I don’t know why the little conversation was getting me so worked up. At that stage of the game I kind of looked at Uruha as a friend instead of some evil darklord. Maybe I was just being too protective.
“How is that any different?” He yelled standing up so he was towering over me.
“Oh fuck you, Uruha. I’m going to my room.” So much for that not arguing as much thing, ne? I believe I take the crown for biggest drama queen at Bokki Satsu. So what, Uruha had a lot of attention. Of course I didn’t get as much attention, but I wasn’t jealous because of it. As I walked to my room furiously, I could hear him yelling for me, but I was hardly listening to him. If he continued to yell, the guards would come to see what the hell was wrong.
I’m not as stupid as you probably think. Yes, I was just looked looking out for him, but it went much further than that. Even as I laid there on my bed with my pillow covering my head, I knew. I had feelings for Uruha. It was obvious with the way I was acting; I knew Uruha had to of known. I don’t know why I didn’t just come out and tell him, but I suppose it was because I didn’t want to be held down. When you’re like me, you’d much rather fuck some random person than surrender your heart to someone, but the tables were turning yet again and I didn’t know what the hell was happening. It no longer mattered if I wanted sex because it didn’t seem important. Uruha’s plan was working and I think he knew it would.