Aim for the heavens - 1/5 for 5sentence_fics
01. Goodbye
Only when there was a squeak from the leather couch did Aoi pull back, searching deep into Uruha’s equally questioning gaze for an answer he wasn’t even sure he’ll find. Too caught up in the moment, too confused, too damn disappointed that the need for oxygen still arose. It wasn’t only their lips that were locked but also their hands - Uruha’s on top of Aoi’s, fingers curling, nails dragging on the surface. Aoi licked his lips and Uruha did too, and after a while both smiled, then laughed.
Perhaps it’s finally time to put an end to their friendship and start with a whole new chapter.
02. Sundown
Another day passed and still stuck within the four walls of a recording studio; it would be no wonder if sometimes Uruha got bored with work even if there’s still so much to do around. It’s only been seven years into the game but thoughts of quitting had already crossed his mind. It wasn’t as if he really saw this doing all his life anyway.
Aoi noticed how Uruha sighed sullenly and immediately went on over to the younger’s side, asking him if he could accompany him… just to watch the sunset, maybe? He just thought that maybe a change of scenery wouldn’t hurt.
03. Blue skies
Aoi woke up with half of the bed in its pristine condition from last night and at that, he felt his heart sink. He got up and looked out the window - the thin curtains unable to shade him from the brightness outside. Not a moment too soon, the door creaked quietly, revealing Uruha’s form.
Aoi hopped out of the bed and almost jumped at Uruha, giving him their ritualistic morning hug a bit tighter than usual, while the other just apologized under his breath and went on over to pull the curtains to the side. And Aoi had to smile, because despite the heavy rain that poured the night before, he knew that somehow, he’ll still wake up to a warm, blue sky.
04. Broken wing
Sometimes Uruha still needed a little prodding to do certain things; not that he was selfish, just that most of the time, he’s caught up in his own world. If not for Ruki’s suggestion to teach Aoi some other guitar techniques, perhaps they wouldn’t even sound half as good as they do now. (Aoi would be too proud to come to him anyway.) It had been one of Uruha’s great pleasures to have helped Aoi soar again. It had also been a great pleasure for him to at least know more about his fellow guitarist.
05. High octane
It may not be too obvious but everybody knew how uncontrollable Uruha could be at times, and that’s not only when he’s under the influence of alcohol. He did what he wanted to, said whatever was on his mind without much regard, and everybody had learned to love him like that. Aoi learned to love him like that. Of course, there still were limits to that love.
As he watched Uruha speed up on his motorcycle, Aoi realized that perhaps he’d never really be able to catch up, no matter how hard he tried.
Only when there was a squeak from the leather couch did Aoi pull back, searching deep into Uruha’s equally questioning gaze for an answer he wasn’t even sure he’ll find. Too caught up in the moment, too confused, too damn disappointed that the need for oxygen still arose. It wasn’t only their lips that were locked but also their hands - Uruha’s on top of Aoi’s, fingers curling, nails dragging on the surface. Aoi licked his lips and Uruha did too, and after a while both smiled, then laughed.
Perhaps it’s finally time to put an end to their friendship and start with a whole new chapter.
02. Sundown
Another day passed and still stuck within the four walls of a recording studio; it would be no wonder if sometimes Uruha got bored with work even if there’s still so much to do around. It’s only been seven years into the game but thoughts of quitting had already crossed his mind. It wasn’t as if he really saw this doing all his life anyway.
Aoi noticed how Uruha sighed sullenly and immediately went on over to the younger’s side, asking him if he could accompany him… just to watch the sunset, maybe? He just thought that maybe a change of scenery wouldn’t hurt.
03. Blue skies
Aoi woke up with half of the bed in its pristine condition from last night and at that, he felt his heart sink. He got up and looked out the window - the thin curtains unable to shade him from the brightness outside. Not a moment too soon, the door creaked quietly, revealing Uruha’s form.
Aoi hopped out of the bed and almost jumped at Uruha, giving him their ritualistic morning hug a bit tighter than usual, while the other just apologized under his breath and went on over to pull the curtains to the side. And Aoi had to smile, because despite the heavy rain that poured the night before, he knew that somehow, he’ll still wake up to a warm, blue sky.
04. Broken wing
Sometimes Uruha still needed a little prodding to do certain things; not that he was selfish, just that most of the time, he’s caught up in his own world. If not for Ruki’s suggestion to teach Aoi some other guitar techniques, perhaps they wouldn’t even sound half as good as they do now. (Aoi would be too proud to come to him anyway.) It had been one of Uruha’s great pleasures to have helped Aoi soar again. It had also been a great pleasure for him to at least know more about his fellow guitarist.
05. High octane
It may not be too obvious but everybody knew how uncontrollable Uruha could be at times, and that’s not only when he’s under the influence of alcohol. He did what he wanted to, said whatever was on his mind without much regard, and everybody had learned to love him like that. Aoi learned to love him like that. Of course, there still were limits to that love.
As he watched Uruha speed up on his motorcycle, Aoi realized that perhaps he’d never really be able to catch up, no matter how hard he tried.