(no subject)
Title - Because he didn’t know
Chapter- drabble-ish
Author - Mugimugul
Genre- Romance, angst
Rating - Pg-13
Warnings - …
Pairings - Uruha/Aoi
Disclaimers - Sad to say, but I own nothing. (except the story).
Synopsis: Based on Aoi’s MusiQ interview… sort of.
“For some reason, Uruha has been kind of distant to me lately.”
Uruha let out a bitter smile, hot stinging needles prickling at his eyes. He knew… of course he knew; he could see it in the elder’s eyes whenever their gazes met, the torrents of hurt and confusion, of silent whys and pleas to understand. He knew… But he didn’t explain, didn’t clarify, because it was for the best. Because Aoi didn’t know what Uruha felt; he didn’t know of the love he nursed, love as a band mate, as a partner… Love that had grown into so, so much more. Because Aoi didn’t know how loved he had made Uruha feel with his obvious expressions of adoration for the taller male; only to have him crash land straight back down to the hell called reality, when he followed with the statement “I’m not gay”. Because Aoi didn’t know… how much the honey blonde really needed him; craved for his touches, longed to be his… Because Aoi didn’t know… But Uruha did.
He knew that he couldn’t- wouldn’t want to- control himself much longer; that he couldn’t cope with being close, being loved yet not the way he wanted anymore; couldn’t cope with the pain, the constant dread of fearing, knowing that Aoi would be leaving him when he got a girlfriend. And so, he kept away, distancing himself from him, from the rest. Because Uruha knew… What Aoi didn’t. What he didn’t know, was how much it would have affected him; how much it would hurt; the staying away, the avoiding, the cold attitude like he didn’t care, like he didn’t want to have anything to do with the elder… Because he did. He cared; he cared too much…
Uruha stared at ceiling, tracing intricate patterns on his non-existent stomach as yet another sleepless night plagued his mind with harrowing images of a certain raven haired guitarist, eyes narrowing cautiously at the click of his door, only to widen in recognition of his silent intruder. Aoi slipped in, feet padding gently on the carpeted floor, face void of emotion as he slid beneath the covers, burying his face in his chest. Uruha tensed, messy thoughts of WHAT THE FUCK and delirious fanboying dissipating as hot breaths of “I know” ghosts along his jaw, and suddenly… Suddenly, it all whirls out of control and he doesn’t know how or when, doesn’t know why, but Aoi is kissing him and he’s banishing all the fears and doubts from his mind as he responds fervently, because he knows.
He knows.
Chapter- drabble-ish
Author - Mugimugul
Genre- Romance, angst
Rating - Pg-13
Warnings - …
Pairings - Uruha/Aoi
Disclaimers - Sad to say, but I own nothing. (except the story).
Synopsis: Based on Aoi’s MusiQ interview… sort of.
“For some reason, Uruha has been kind of distant to me lately.”
Uruha let out a bitter smile, hot stinging needles prickling at his eyes. He knew… of course he knew; he could see it in the elder’s eyes whenever their gazes met, the torrents of hurt and confusion, of silent whys and pleas to understand. He knew… But he didn’t explain, didn’t clarify, because it was for the best. Because Aoi didn’t know what Uruha felt; he didn’t know of the love he nursed, love as a band mate, as a partner… Love that had grown into so, so much more. Because Aoi didn’t know how loved he had made Uruha feel with his obvious expressions of adoration for the taller male; only to have him crash land straight back down to the hell called reality, when he followed with the statement “I’m not gay”. Because Aoi didn’t know… how much the honey blonde really needed him; craved for his touches, longed to be his… Because Aoi didn’t know… But Uruha did.
He knew that he couldn’t- wouldn’t want to- control himself much longer; that he couldn’t cope with being close, being loved yet not the way he wanted anymore; couldn’t cope with the pain, the constant dread of fearing, knowing that Aoi would be leaving him when he got a girlfriend. And so, he kept away, distancing himself from him, from the rest. Because Uruha knew… What Aoi didn’t. What he didn’t know, was how much it would have affected him; how much it would hurt; the staying away, the avoiding, the cold attitude like he didn’t care, like he didn’t want to have anything to do with the elder… Because he did. He cared; he cared too much…
Uruha stared at ceiling, tracing intricate patterns on his non-existent stomach as yet another sleepless night plagued his mind with harrowing images of a certain raven haired guitarist, eyes narrowing cautiously at the click of his door, only to widen in recognition of his silent intruder. Aoi slipped in, feet padding gently on the carpeted floor, face void of emotion as he slid beneath the covers, burying his face in his chest. Uruha tensed, messy thoughts of WHAT THE FUCK and delirious fanboying dissipating as hot breaths of “I know” ghosts along his jaw, and suddenly… Suddenly, it all whirls out of control and he doesn’t know how or when, doesn’t know why, but Aoi is kissing him and he’s banishing all the fears and doubts from his mind as he responds fervently, because he knows.
He knows.