[fic] Broken 7/?, GazettE
Title: Broken
Chapters: 7/?
Author: sabersenshi
Pairing: Reita/Ruki, Uruha/Aoi
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angst, bad language, sex…eventually
Summary: Reita’s a popular rich kid. Ruki hates rich kids.
Disclaimer: *sniffles* They're Not Mine.
Notes: AU, High School fic.
previous chapters: 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/
Ruki’s POV
(Wednesday…still)
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I spend most of my classes in a daze.
Wondering why this is happening now.
Our last year of school has barely begun.
Couldn’t we just skip the drama for once?
Uruha’s waiting for me at my locker.
I open it and start putting my books away.
“He’s really good,” Uruha starts.
Which is the first thing he or any of the others have said to me since this morning.
I think.
“I guess I’ll hear how good tonight. Won’t I?” I reply, softly.
“Come on, Ruki. It’s not that bad.”
I’m not so sure about that one.
The rich kids have been making my life hell for as long as I can remember.
Uruha’s too.
And I’m surprised he’s willing to let it all slide.
Just because the guy can play bass.
“Aoi’s been hanging out with him. He seems decent enough. Not anything like we thought.”
“And you’re OK with your boyfriend hanging out with someone your best friend hates?”
“Ruki. You don’t hate him. You barely know him. None of us know him. Can’t we give him a chance?”
“A chance to what? Stab us in the back? No thanks.”
I’m proud of myself.
I haven’t yelled once today.
And I really want to.
Uruha sighs.
Letting me know he’s giving up.
At least for now.
Aoi meets us right outside.
And I know by the way he’s stealing glances at me that he’s curious.
My turn to sigh, “Get on with it. I know you’re dying to talk about it.”
“Um..” he’s hesitant.
Good, maybe he’ll leave me alone.
I still need to sort all of this out.
“I know you can’t be happy. But Ruki, the guys like a million times better than Yune. There’s so much more we’ll be able to do if you let him join the band.”
“What do you mean? If I let him join? I thought you guys had already decided.”
They look at each other.
“We can’t make that decision without everyone agreeing. We can still hold auditions. Just not to play on Friday. We need him for that.”
And there’s another problem.
I hate the idea of needing anybody.
Especially a rich brat.
That doesn’t sit well with me at all.
I have been trying to do things on my own.
Suddenly I’m failing.
And I’m mostly to blame for it.
By letting my temper get the better of me.
I shouldn’t have taken things out on Yune.
I should’ve apologized to him.
Damn.
I hate being wrong.
I decide to just head over to Kai’s.
He’s letting me study at his place.
And that’ll save me from having to make the trip later.
With Kai’s help, I fly thru my homework.
I should proabably hang out with him more often.
And not just because he’s in the band.
Or a good student.
He’s got such an easy temperment.
Very few things faze or upset him.
Maybe some of that could rub off on me.
The others show up together.
Making me wonder just how much Aoi has been hanging out with Reita.
And Uruha, too.
I feel a stab of jealousy.
And I tell myself it’s because they’re MY friends.
Not because I might like the guy.
It can’t be that.
Setting up, everyone’s subdued.
And I know it’s because of me.
They all wonder how I’m going to react.
But I made a promise that none of them know of.
No matter what, I’m going to behave myself.
I refuse to let him bother me.
I‘m going to treat him like he’s nothing to me.
Or at least I intend to try.
Kai counts us down for the first song.
And I lose myself in the music.
Forgetting all my problems.
All my worries.
Nothing matters but this.
The creation of something bigger.
Something better.
Halfway thru the set I remember.
I’m supposed to be listening to Reita’s playing.
The others will expect some kind of critique.
Or something.
So I make part of my brain listen instead of feel.
Shit.
Aoi’s right.
Yune’s a decent bass player.
But Reita makes him sound like trash.
The notes he plays are strong, sure.
This is talent.
Like Uruha’s.
Like Aoi’s.
It can’t be taught.
It’s natural.
Why does he have to be good?
Why couldn’t he suck?
They wouldn’t have bothered with this, then, would they?
If he’d bombed, I’d never have known he’d played for them.
I would have missed him playing now.
And as much as I hate to admit it, I’m glad I didn’t miss this.
Yeah, he’s that good.
We finish the last song and I can feel it.
The tension in the air.
I take a deep breath.
Mentally bracing myself, I turn around.
“They told me you were good,” I say, meeting his eyes squarely.
He just stands there.
Not saying anything.
Staring back at me.
I nod, turning to Aoi.
“He’s in.”
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A/N: I don't really have any notes. except that this is it. all I have written except for random scenes and notes. So no more post's tonight. I have to get my muses sorted out. They keep bothering me with images of Ruki x his mic XD
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