Searching For Uruha ~ Ruki x Uruha ~ Chapter 3
Title: Searching for Uruha
Chapters: 3/?
Author: paige_nevaeh (nowaki_nevaeh )
Genre: Drama, Romance
Warnings: Drug use, prostitution, suggested sexual acts, eventual character death.
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Ruki x Uruha
Synopsis: “Cut the crap. So you’re an orphan prostitute with a drug problem. Get over it.”
Comments: This chapter is so fluffy, it should probably be illegal. Enjoy it while it lasts ^__^ your comments are my drug. (Don't mind my bad photo editing skillz...)
( Chapter 1 )
( Chapter 2 )
I felt groggy the next day. When I awoke I found myself in Uruha’s bed, he was in the kitchen making coffee and watching the portable TV. His face was already freshly made-up; foundation, eyeliner and a hint of pink gloss that made his lips shine.
“Morning, junkie.” He smiled and handed me a hot mug. “How are you feeling?”
“Like shit.” I sat up carefully, feeling a sharp pain in my head. “How come you’re feeling fine?”
“I do that shit every day, doesn’t bother me anymore.”
I bit my lip, not sure how to ask the next question playing on my mind. “Uruha?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Last night, we didn’t, you know, did we?”
Uruha snorted with laughter, and despite my splitting headache, it was a nice sound.
“Oh sweetie, if we had you would remember.” He laughed, and then said in a more serious tone. “No, I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that. Besides, you said you didn’t like boys.”
Feeling embarrassed I murmured, “Well, you’re not so bad...”
Uruha laughed again. “Reita called me this morning. He wants us to have some kind of band meeting. Will you be able to pull yourself around for that?”
I nodded. “I guess I’ll try.”
***Reita was late for his own band meeting. It was decided that we held the meeting at Kai’s apartment, he didn’t drive, so transporting his drum kit would have been difficult, also, he lived alone so we wouldn’t be disturbed.
Though Kai’s home isn’t relatively big Uruha was in awe as he stepped through the door with his guitar strapped to his back. Uruha praised Kai right away on his house, and I couldn’t help but smile at his childlike bewilderment.
When Uruha excused himself to use the bathroom, I glanced nervously at Kai, who had made it clear from the start that he was not pleased about having a prostitute in the band.
Kai shook his head at me, “Well, he doesn’t seem too bad.”
I beamed with pride.
“You like him, huh?” Kai inquired.
“He’s a good guitar player; I just want the band to do well.” Kai raised his eyebrows in obvious disbelief and he patted me awkwardly on the shoulder.
“Sure thing, Ruki.”
Reita arrived twenty minutes later without so much of an apology.
“Well, what do you say? We’ve been waiting for you for ages, a ‘sorry’ would be nice.” Uruha said crossly. I held my breath; no one ever spoke to Reita like that. I waited for Reita to rip Uruha apart, but instead Reita got down on his knees, and took Uruha’s hand.
“I am so sorry, Princess Uruha; will you ever forgive a poor peasant like me?”
Uruha pretended to think about it, before replying. “This time, one will forgive the lesser one, but next time one will send you to the dungeon.”
Reita stayed on his knees. “Oh thank you, great lovely one, how can I ever repay your kindness?”
Uruha pouted. “You could come see me again, I get lonely you know.”
Kai looked at me with a puzzled expression, I shrugged back at him. I hadn’t realised that Reita and Uruha were friends. The way Uruha acted with Reita made me tinge with jealousy, I felt like a spoilt child who had just had his favourite toy taken off him. I was the one that Uruha had confided in, the one he’d spent the night with, I wanted his attention.
I tried not to become anymore agitated during the band meeting. Uruha did have some good ideas and Reita hung onto his every word, barely paying attention to anything Kai or I had to say.
I decided that I needed to talk to Uruha alone after the meeting.
“Uruha!” I called after him after I was leaving.
“Yes, Ruki?”
My stomach filled with butterflies as our eyes met. “Would you...” I coughed to clear my throat. “Would you like to go for dinner with me tonight?”
His eyes lit up. “Like a date?”
“No, no.” I said quickly. “That is, unless you want it to be.”
“You can pick me up at seven; it’s been years since I’ve been on a date.”
See Reita. I thought to myself as a bashful grin covered my face. Uruha’s not yours.
***“That’s your car?” Uruha’s mouth dropped open as I opened the passenger door for him.
“One of them.” Uruha stared at me in awe as he climbed into the BMW and fastened the seat belt.
As we drove to the restaurant, I noticed how Uruha had changed in few days we had known each other, the sadness had gone from his eyes and there was something else there when he looked at me. He was still as reserved as ever; though he had no problem asking about my life, - I had no problem answering - but I still knew very little about him. There were things that I was dying to ask; why did he work at Yoshiki’s, how long ago did he lose his parents, did he feel the same about me? Somehow, I doubted the pretty blond would want to answer; his happy-go-lucky attitude was a way of hiding the pain he felt.
Once we arrived at the restaurant, we were led to one of the back booths - knowing the owner proved to be useful when making last minute reservations.
“Ruki...” Uruha quietly said after the waiter had left. “Ruki, I don’t know how I’m going to afford this; I just presumed we were going to go to a bar or something.”
I smiled and placed my hand on his. “I’ll pay; don’t worry about it, ok?”
Uruha looked embarrassed. “I don’t belong here, with all these rich people.” He was dressed in the same outfit from the day we’d first met, short shorts and a skimpy vest top. I had pretended not to notice the glares from done-up gentlemen with their designer-dress clad dates as Uruha and I were led to the table.
“You belong here as much as the next person.” I told him defiantly. “In fact, you deserve to be here more than anyone. It’s about time you had someone treat you.”
This time it was Uruha’s turn to blush, his cheeks turned pink and he looked as sweet as a little cherub did. “Thank you.” He squeezed my hand gently.
Uruha’s eyes widened when our food arrived, and I realised that it was because Uruha had probably never seen a plate that full in his life. We tucked into our meals and after a short time, I gathered the courage to ask Uruha the question that had been on my mind on all day.
“So, how do you know Reita?”
“He comes into the bar sometimes, usually for a pack of heroin and a quick lap dance.”
My mouth dropped open in disbelief. “Reita takes drugs?” I shook my head and asked myself, “What would his father say?”
Uruha chuckled. “Where do you think Reita’s dad gets all his cash from? He’s a dealer - I should know, that’s where I get my stash from.”
“Unbelievable...And you and Reita...you’ve slept with him?”
“It’s my job.” Uruha said plainly. I felt an ache in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t stand the thought of Uruha and Reita together, Reita wasn’t good enough for Uruha, there was no way he’d understand what Uruha needed. He couldn’t care as much as I could.
“What if it didn’t have to be?”
“What do you mean?”
Our eyes locked, and my fingers stroked his. “Why don’t you move in with me?”
Uruha pulled his hand away from mine. “You’re crazy, we barely know each other.”
“You can’t possibly like what you do.”
Uruha gave me a sad look. “It’s all I’ve ever known.”
“How long have you worked at Yoshiki’s?”
“Since I was thirteen, he took me in after my parents died. He looked after me, gave me a roof to live under, so long as I could pay the rent.”
“So he made you...that’s wrong, you were a child. How could someone do that?” I said unable to hide my outrage.
“Just leave it.” Uruha snapped, dropping his fork, it clattered against the China plate. “You just don’t understand. Could you take me home please?”
***Uruha was silent as I drove him back to Yoshiki’s. I resented the fact that I had to take him back to the grubby flat. To Uruha, my detached seven-bedroom home would be like a castle, and I would have been more than happy to treat him like royalty. I pulled up outside Yoshiki’s and turned off the engine.
“Uruha, I...”
“Thanks for dinner.” Uruha said flatly, getting out of the car. “I’ll see you, I guess.” He slammed the door shut and I watched him through the windscreen.
Tears sprang to my eyes. That was it, I thought, I’d blown it with Uruha. I banged my head against the steering wheel in frustration. “Why am I so stupid?” I muttered to myself.
A tapping on the window distracted me from my self-loathing. I looked up to see Uruha peering at me gingerly. I wound the window down.
“Did you forget something?” I sniffed, dragging my hand across my face to wipe away the stray tears.
“Come inside Ruki.” He said gently, pulling on the handle to open the car door.
Uruha sat me down on his bed and passed me a beer.
“What’s wrong with you then, huh?” He asked kindly, pinching my tear-stained cheek.
“I-I mucked everything up for us.” I said, morosely, between hiccups.
“No.” He said softly, pushing dark strands of my unruly hair off my face. “You know when I was at school I was always getting into scraps with the other kids.” I look at him, bemused, trying to imagine Uruha as a youngster in a school uniform. “And they’d ring home to tell my parents and I was always so worried that I was going to get in trouble, but they would just laugh when I got home, and they’d say ‘that’s our Uruha, his moods change like the wind.’”
Uruha chuckled and pulled me closer to him, I rested my head against his chest. “When they died I had nowhere else to go. They were my only family, and I ended up on the streets. I was grateful to Yoshiki after he found me. I was frightened when I first started prostituting myself - but I had to make money somehow. Some nights are worse than others; some men are more violent, some like it when I cry...” His voice trailed off and I put my hand on his knee reassuringly.
“You don’t have to go on.” I told him.
“Thanks.” He forced a smile. “I feel like I can really talk to you, about stuff.”
“I feel the same. You’re one of the few people who likes me for me.”
“You know, I never understood you when we first met.” Uruha told me. “I judged you, I thought you were some spoilt brat, but, maybe we’re not so different after all.” He looked back at me, his brown eyes shining. “We’re alike in ways more important than class and income.”
I felt tears starting to form in my eyes again; Uruha blinked a few times, little droplets of water cascaded down his cheeks.
He laughed and wiped his eyes. “Look at us, crying like women. We should be happy.”
“I am happy, Uruha.” I formed a wobbly smile. “I’ve never been so happy in my life.”
“I think we should have a little party.” Uruha smirked and reached under his pillow. I caught the small plastic bag that he threw at me. He leaned towards me, eliminating the distance between us. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “Let’s get high.”
***My angel appeared again that night. I watched the beauty, transfixed as he danced in front of me, slowly taking off his clothes, exposing his milky white skin.
He sat on my lap, tongue invading my mouth again. His hands explored every part of my body, curiously, gently. My chest, my stomach, my legs. I whimpered as his delicate fingers waltzed across me.
I cried out as the angel and I connected. He moved his hips, rhythmically, with the grace of a ballet dancer. Stars, moons and galaxies danced around us as we made love, and my angel held me close to him, his long fingernails dug into my sides.
“Ruki...” He breathed my name, his voice laced with lust, his lips red and kiss-swollen. I didn’t know the name of my angel, but as I felt the end coming, I moaned the name of the person that I loved the most.
“Uruha!”
***I awoke the next morning, naked and weary with Uruha resting on my chest. His tousled hair covered his feminine face like a veil. He looked so different without his mask of make-up, younger and wholesome. Uruha stretched and slowly opened his eyes, blinking as the mid-morning sun invaded his pupils.
“Morning.” He yawned and pressed a kiss against my cheek.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked him, tangling my fingers in his golden hair.
He nodded in response and then said; “You were good.”
I turned the colour of a post-box. “Thanks. So were you.” I added, though truth be told, ‘good’ was such an inadequate adjective to describe the way I thought making love with Uruha was. Amazing, wonderful, remarkable, spectacular all seemed much more appropriate.
“I need to head off soon, to get some clean clothes and stuff.” I told Uruha, and a pout instantly formed on his face, he rested his head on my bare chest again.
“Do you have to go? Just borrow some of my clothes.”
I chuckled and patted him affectionately on the back. “I’m half your size. One of your tops would be like a dress on me.”
“You’d look so cute, like a little kid.” Uruha teased, and sat up and stretched his arms above his head, the thin duvet dropped off his shoulders, exposing him. He climbed off the bed and made his way into the kitchen.
I averted my eyes as he turned on the kettle and made some coffee. “It’s ok.” He said, with his back to me. “You can look.”
With Uruha’s permission, I let my eyes wash over him, and it felt like it was the first time I’d ever had the chance to fully appreciate his beauty. His shoulder blades stuck out delicately, almost like the wings of an angel, a few dark freckles scattered across his back. His long legs were strong and muscular - like a dancer’s, and his skin looked as soft as silk with the sun shining on it. Unlike a lot of men, Uruha was almost completely hairless. His chest, back and legs were as smooth as a baby’s. A small, circular scar sat in the middle of Uruha’s chest, it looked suspiciously like a cigar burn, but I chose not to ask about it.
“Do you like?” Uruha asked, with an inquisitive smirk, he tilted his head slightly.
I nodded. “You really are beautiful.”
“You’re the only person who’s ever made me feel it.”
A/N:
FLUFF! SO MUCH OF IT! I really don't know how it turned out like that..
I kind of feel like there's way too much dialogue here. Curse my chatty muses.