[Fanfiction - The GazettE] The Price Of Fame Aoi/Uruha 7/?
Title: The Price Of Fame Part Seven
Author: sorrowofanangel
Genre: Romance, Sex, some humour, (more will follow depending on chapter)
(Pairing/ Band: The GazettE Aoi x Uruha/ Uruha x Aoi
WARNINGS: Boy x boy, sex, romantic scenes, strong language etc.
DISCLAIMER: Yes, I own them . . . In fact Kai's in my kitchen right now (huhuhuuu~) No, I don't own them o.e
Rating: PG
Synopsis: "Not everyone gets close to the star they adore. For Aoi . . . he's closer than he thinks . . ."
Summary: Ruki comes up with yet another plan and Uruha and Aoi admit their feelings.
Notes: Well Aoi/Reita fic didn't go down so well. So, I cheered myself up by writing more of these guys :D
BY THE WAY!!! Did anyone hear about Ruki's voice condition??!?! Poor guy . . . *huggles him*
The rest of the series can be found in my fanfic archive ~ (HERE)
*
“Come on, Uru, say something,”
The coffee in front of the actor was no longer steaming, and Aoi glanced behind the blonde’s shoulder to notice a pair of teenage girls pointing and whispering at their table.
Aoi knew there wasn’t a lot of time before they came over and asked for an autograph and a photo; although in the state Uruha was currently in, it wouldn’t exactly be a memorable snap,
“Yeah, Kouyou, come on, Aoi is really upset about this too,” Ruki added beside him, a drop of coffee froth sitting on his nose.
Aoi gestured at him to wipe it away, and it was only then that Uruha finally lifted his gaze from his cup,
“What exactly is there to say?” he mumbled and Aoi so desperately wanted to reach out and hold his hand; if those girls weren’t still staring and if the coffee house had been a little emptier, perhaps he would have.
They’d even chosen the booth in a small corner right at the back, figuring no one would recognise Uruha if he was hidden so discreetly. Apparently Aoi had been wrong, sighing as the two teenagers equipped themselves with a few serviettes before coming over,
“U-Um excuse me,”
Uruha took in a deep breath and turned to the two; who now close up, Aoi could see they looked like twins - both brunette, both the same height, both with small faces, even the same hairstyle - a high ponytail and frontal fringe.
Aoi’s eyes lowered, How pathetic,
“U-Um,” the girl stammered again, unable to look Uruha in the eye, “A-Are you K-Kouyou Takashima? From . . . um . . . A-Akai Kodou?”
“Yes, I am,” Uruha was a pro at this by far, already reaching for the tissues in her hand, “Would you like me to sign this?”
“Oh!” she blushed and her twin sister giggled in excitement beside her, “Y-Yes please!! Can you make it out to Mei and Rei?”
Mei and Rei? Aoi tried to hide a smile, Their names even rhyme . . . p-uh-lease.
It seemed Ruki was thinking the same; the blonde snorting into his latte beside Aoi’s shoulder.
Uruha even had a pen ready, reaching inside his coat to produce a black biro shortly afterwards,
“Oh Kouyou-sama! We, like, watch your show all the time!!” the other twin is practically squealing, “Akai Kodou is so amazing - you are by far the best actor there is! You’re my favourite actor of all time! You’re . . . OH You’re just AMAZING!”
Aoi must have been gawping, Ruki kicking his shin underneath the table and the structure rumbled violently when Aoi jumped in his chair.
Uruha seemed unphased, however, and Aoi wasn’t surprised, he’d been spaced out almost all afternoon, “Well, I’m glad you think so,” he murmured,
“Is it really true you have a Porsche 9/11?!?!” the other twin’s turn this time, and Aoi suddenly realises that both of their voices are almost the same, startling again when the two squealed once Uruha nodded,
“Yes, I do,” he clicked the lid back on his pen before returning the tissue to them, “Here you are,”
The twins gazed down at his signature with equally bright eyes, screaming at the same time, “Thankyou!!”
“You’re welcome,” Uruha turned away, but still the girls stayed.
Aoi wondered if they were waiting for that photo after all, so it came as a shock when they were staring at him and Ruki,
“A-Are you guys from the show too?” the squeakier of the two asked.
Ruki shook his head, “Oh no, we’re just the cameramen,”
The twins’ eyes practically shone; growing so wide that pretty soon, Aoi was sure they would pop from their sockets,
“Whoa!!” they screamed, and Aoi was starting to get sick of the double act, “We want to be camera people too!!”
Aoi glanced to see Uruha fighting back a smile; and that cheered him up to some extent, even if it was driving Aoi completely insane,
“Then we can hang out with real stars!” Aoi presumed the twin on the left was Mei, a sticker showing on the backpack swung over her shoulder, “That’s it!! I’ve decided! I’m going to be a cameraman when I grow up!”
Cameraman? Aoi rolled his eyes with a smirk, and in the corner of his eye, Ruki was hiding his face behind a dessert menu,
“Thankyou Kouyou-sama!” the girls squealed once more, Aoi wincing again as they did, “We LOVE YOU!!”
“Always a pleasure,” Uruha waved at them lamely, and the twins bounced away, literally skipping out of the door and down the street,
“Fuck me, Kouyou, how do you do that every day?” Ruki sighs, collecting the remainder of froth in his cup with a spoon,
“This is all your fault,” the blonde murmurs suddenly, and Ruki stops stirring, glancing quickly to Aoi,
“HOW is it?!” Ruki blared and Aoi had to close his eyes, a headache throbbing above his left eyebrow, “I didn’t call them over!!”
“Not the fan girls, you dick wad,” Uruha seethed, leaning across the table towards him, “Everything. If you hadn’t have been so fucking reckless in the first place, the producer would never have seen you two!”
Ruki shrugged, “I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just . . . I was just jealous of -“
“- The point is you kissed him!” Uruha cut him off, his cheeks flaring, “You kissed Aoi, MY Aoi, did that ever once cross your tiny pea of a brain?!”
Ruki stared into the creamy confines of his latte, though it would do little to sweeten the conversation,
“No, I guess not,” Ruki shrugged, and it wasn’t long before he excused himself, Aoi moving out of his seat to let him slide past, “You two need to talk. I’m going to head back to the studio,” he turned to go and then paused, “By the way, Kouyou. Me and Aoi didn’t ask for any of this. The past few days have just been coincidences, that’s all. How were we supposed to know Atsushi would see us -?”
“-‘How were we supposed to know’?” Aoi looked up with a frown, “That was your doing, not mine,”
Ruki huffed, “Alright, you have a point, but it doesn’t change the fact that it wasn’t our fault. And this morning, Kouyou, Aoi was only trying to comfort me. It was a hug, nothing more. Any friend would do the same, right?”
Uruha didn’t answer,
“Well, anyway, I’ll see you guys on Tuesday,” Ruki tightened his scarf around his neck, “It’ll be good to have a couple of days off hm?”
“See you later, Ru,” Aoi mumbled; giving him a small smile for reassurance that everything would be alright.
But already he felt the lie burn his lips,
“Yeah see ya. If all goes well, maybe I can find a guy to pose as my ‘other’ boyfriend,” Ruki grinned wryly, “That’ll give the producer something to think about,”
He left then, a sweep of cold air blowing Aoi’s direction once he’d opened the door,
“He’s got a point, Uru,” Aoi whispered, a few people leaving the coffee house now that the lunchtime period was almost over, “In fact, I can go over there right now and tell Atsushi the truth,”
Aoi started to get up, but was soon pulled back by a hand on his wrist,
“No,” Uruha looked into his eyes; for the first time in hours, “Stay here. With me,”
“Okay,” Aoi said softly, sliding back into the booth, “Then I’ll just call him and tell him,”
“And say what, Aoi?” Uruha asks softly, ignoring the risk to link their fingers together, “That you and Ruki were just fooling around behind the camera stand yesterday?”
Aoi shrugs, his heart pounding as Uruha’s fingers tighten on his own, and he can’t help but glance around to see if any of the staff had noticed, “I’d tell him anything if it meant being able to be with you,” Aoi answers, Uruha leaning forward to hold his other hand as well, “Uruha, it’s my stupidity that’s got us into this mess. If anything, I should be the one to fix it,”
They sit in silence for a while. The clanging of coffee cups and shuffling of trays the only accompaniment at the minute.
Aoi breathes out heavily, Uruha’s thumbs stroking gentle circles on the backs of his hands, “I’m so sorry,”
Uruha sighs too, “I don’t blame you,” he mutters gently, “We’ll find a way to fix it,”
The words don’t seem exactly hopeful and the sorry pit of despair lays lingering at the bottom of Aoi’s heart, “I never wanted to make you cry like that, Uru,”
“I know . . .”
Curiosity got the better of him, Aoi biting on his lip, “I know it’s only been a few days but, did you really care enough to cry over me?”
Uruha’s eyes shine as the two men stare at each other, Aoi vaguely aware of one of the waitresses cleaning the table behind him, their grip slacking against each other’s fingers warily,
“Why wouldn’t I cry over you?” Uruha murmurs softly, at a volume that was for Aoi’s ears only, “You’re the only person that makes me feel like a normal human being. When I’m with you, Aoi, I seem to forget that ‘Kouyou’ side of me. You replace it with someone that no fan has ever truly seen before,” he cocks his head to the side, shy teeth grinding along his lips in a small smile, “Sounds silly but . . . it’s true,”
Aoi lets the incoming warmth of his words envelope him for a moment; forgetting all about Ruki and the impending situation with Atsushi briefly,
“I bet the press already know by now,” Uruha murmurs unhappily, breaking the brunette’s moment of ignorance, Aoi almost whimpering as he tore their fingers apart, “This time tomorrow they’ll be all over the story like a pack of wolves,”
The waitress cleaning the nearby table soon mutters a small apology as she leans between the two men, collecting the unwanted cups that lay scattered on their table; most of them unfinished. Aoi notices that she doesn’t even seem to recognise that it was Uruha sitting there; either that or she was pretending. Perhaps she didn’t even watch the show.
Aoi didn’t suppose it mattered. Whether people watched the show or not, Uruha was still a famous face in all aspects of the media industry. Something Aoi knows he wishes to escape from,
“I don’t care what the press say,” Aoi tells him, with as much confidence as his voice would allow, “Uruha, I knew the risks I would have to take to be with you; we both did,”
Uruha simply stares at the spot where his latte used to be,
“Honey, I care about you,” Aoi whispers, their knees pressing together underneath the table; sufficing for the lack of touch available on top of it, “It’s going to take more than the press to drive me away from you. If such a thing is even possible,” Aoi laughs a little, trying to cheer up the blonde face staring so ruefully into the cracks of the wood between them,
“I . . . care about you too,” Aoi sees he’s blushing, turning his fingers over and over in his hands nervously and Aoi admits he finds it adorable, “Which is why jealousy got the better of me this morning,”
Aoi blinked, “Jealousy? Uruha, with me and Ruki you don’t have to worry about us getting -“
“- No, no,” Uruha cuts him off with a smile, “Not that. It’s just, when Atsushi gathered everyone around to share the news, I sort of . . . I sort of wished that they weren’t congratulating you and Ruki but -“ the actor bites his lip as if waiting for Aoi to finish the sentence for him; but instead the brunette sits patiently for the rest,
“But rather, they should have been congratulating you and . . . me,”
That pit of despair sinks a little bit deeper and Aoi breathes out through his nose, trying to catch Uruha’s gaze,
“It might happen one day,” he says it anyway; some part of his mind knowing that he was only trying to kid both of them. Aoi could already vision it; the shocking headlines lining newspaper after newspaper, the fans protesting outside the TV studio, the screams and shouts of abuse that would be thrown at the both of them should they ever go out in public. Not only that, but it could threaten Uruha’s career.
As if I want that for him . . .
It seemed Uruha felt the same, his expression unchanged as he lifts his head, “In our dreams,” he forces a smile; but Aoi can tell the lines of disappointment patterned across the blonde’s face, “You remember that girl I went out with right at the start of my career on ‘Akai’?”
Aoi racks his brains to remember; the only girlfriend he remembered Uruha having was that brunette skinny thing who was a professional model,
“That ‘Vogue’ girl?” Aoi asks, Uruha nodding in reply,
“Yeah, Yui,” he nods, “Well since all the magazines had been writing about how ‘great’ and ‘stylish’ I was -“ the actor pulls a face, “- My sex appeal soon came into that too. Girls started to obsess over me, fan clubs were dedicated in my name ugh . . . you know the works. Well, once I’d started dating Yui, there were a few who got a bit . . .” Uruha grimaces and waves a hand, his eyes scrolling the walls as he searched for the right word, “. . . Obsessed,”
Aoi remembered what happened next before Uruha even began to tell him; something in his stomach churning uncomfortably,
“Yui got attacked in the street by a hoard of my so called fans,” Uruha says miserably, “The poor girl was so shaken up, I couldn’t get her to calm down and tell me what had happened. In the end it turned out there were rumours that she was pregnant and we were going to get married, which even I know are ridiculous since we’d never even had sex together!”
Despite a small relief at that news, Aoi still couldn’t shake that feeling of dread,
“She ended up in hospital with a broken rib cage, a fractured arm, two dislocated fingers and a black eye,” Uruha says lowly, Aoi feeling suddenly sickened, “They kicked her so many times in the stomach to try and make her miscarry this so called ‘baby’” Uruha shook his head, “So fucking sick if you ask me. I couldn’t understand how there were people out there who could do such a thing,” he scoffs, “In fact I still can’t understand now . . .”
Aoi hums in agreement, swallowing hard, “W-What did you do then?”
“I broke things off with her for her own safety,” Uruha admitted, “Our relationship wasn’t exactly meaningful anyway; those thugs made sure of it. After that, I made a speech to all of those claiming to be my fans. The ones who attacked Yui were arrested but still . . . it doesn’t mean it won’t happen again,” A sense of worry descended over the blonde’s face, “Even though I told everyone back then that we weren’t planning on getting married nor were we having a baby, I can’t help but think there are still some who don’t believe me,”
Aoi nodded, recalling the afternoons of filming that had to be postponed; Uruha’s filming schedule overtaken by a mass number of interviews concerning the incident,
“I’m so sorry that happened to you. Poor Yui . . .” Aoi whispered, glancing around to find the coffee house now almost completely empty; the staff having put a note on the door claiming they were on a break for five minutes.
It came at such a convenient time, and Aoi’s hand eagerly darted forward to grip Uruha’s again, loving the warmth it brought,
“Uruha you looked so upset back then I . . . I just wanted to give you a hug,” Aoi confessed sheepishly, laughing a little as his cheeks grew hot.
Uruha laughs too, “I wish you had! I could really have done with one,” he added softly, turning serious once again; Aoi looking over his shoulder to see the snow falling even heavier outside,
“Aoi listen, I don’t want the same thing to happen to you,” Uruha’s voice breaks a touch, and that grabs Aoi’s attention more than anything,
“Hey . . .” he strokes the back of his hand, “Uru, it won’t. For one thing, it would be absolutely fucking wrong if rumours spread that I was pregnant,”
A smile twitches Uruha’s lips, but doesn’t fully form,
“And secondly,” Aoi kissed Uruha’s fingers gently, “We’ll be careful. No one has to know just now do they?”
“And when they do?” dark pupils scrolled up to meet Aoi’s own and the brunette felt somewhat chilled by them,
“Then we’ll deal with it when the time comes,” he answers, although he couldn’t have picked a better one if he tried. There was no telling what would happen if anyone other than Ruki found out and of course Aoi was scared. He’d never been one to enjoy public attention; that was why he chose to work behind the camera rather than in front of one.
But they couldn’t keep it a secret forever. He knew that . . .
Could they?
Aoi ran a hand through his hair swiftly, grabbing his coat and scarf slumped over the back of the seat, “Come on then,” he beckoned Uruha up as well,
“Why? What are we doing?” Uruha asked; puzzled but following suit of Aoi anyway, replacing his own coat around his shoulders.
His lover was already heading for the door, however, pulling it open to face the cold outside.
Aoi turned to Uruha, determination in his eyes,
“I’m going to tell Atsushi the truth,”
*
“Aoi, are you sure this is a good idea?!”
Aoi tapped his foot impatiently as the lift crawled upwards at an agonisingly slow pace. By the time they reached the top, at this rate, Aoi would be talking to the producer from beyond the grave,
“Uru, relax, okay?” Aoi told him, regarding how Uruha had latched onto his arm the whole time they were in the elevator, “I have messed this up and now I’m going to fix it. I’m not going along with a fake relationship just for appearance’s sake! With Ruki of all people,”
Uruha laughed at the face Aoi pulled, “Even so . . . What on earth are you going to say?”
Aoi opened his mouth to answer, but found he actually didn’t have one. Shamefully, he pressed his lips together again,
“Oh Aoi . . .” Uruha moaned by his side, “You don’t have a clue do you?”
The brunette shrugged,
“I’ll think of something,”
He heard the blonde take in a large wad of air; supplying him with enough oxygen to blare out all the reasons why this was wrong.
Aoi probably would have heard them if his phone didn’t ring.
He snatched it from his pocket, just catching the text reading “Unknown Caller” before pressing it to his ear,
“Hello, Aoi here,”
“Aoi! It’s me!”
Aoi glared at the phone in surprise, “Ruki?!”
Uruha’s hand tightened against his elbow,
“What’s wrong? You need something?” Aoi asked, glancing up to see the elevator had almost reached their floor,
“Listen, when you’re done at the coffee place, don’t come up to the studio or anything until Tuesday okay?”
Aoi’s eyes narrowed, Ruki sounding a little breathless, “But Ru, I’m already here,”
“What!?!” Aoi grimaced at the volume, “Where?!”
“In the elevator. Me and Uruha are on our way up,” Aoi answered casually.
Ruki made an unknown compilation of words form together in some kind of crazed sound effect, and again Aoi had to hold the phone a little further away from his ear,
“Alright, Ru,” Aoi ran a hand over his face, “What have you done, how do we fix it, and how much is it going to cost me?”
He was getting used to this by now,
“I haven’t done anything!” Ruki blared back in defence, “Well . . . at least not yet,”
“What do you mean?”
“Aoi, I have a plan,”
“- Oh dear,” Uruha mumbled next to him, no doubt being able to hear as well, his chin resting against Aoi’s shoulder,
“No, no! It’s really good!” Ruki shouted back, “I’ll tell you all about it when you get up here! Just don’t talk to Atsushi or anything okay?”
Aoi sighed deeply; no matter how enthusiastic his friend seemed to be about this so called ‘plan’, Aoi knew it wasn’t going to be a good thing,
“No, Ruki, I’m going to talk to him right now and tell him the truth,”
“No, Aoi you can’t!”
“And why the fuck not?!” Aoi replied angrily, Uruha nudging him as the elevator came to a halt, the doors sliding open to face an empty reception desk; the girls most likely have gone home already,
“Because it’s already too late!”
Aoi freezes as they start to step out; stopping so suddenly that Uruha is yanked back a considerable distance,
“Aoi, what’s wrong?” the blonde whispered,
But Aoi didn’t answer; running Ruki’s words again and again in his head,
“W-What do you mean?” he stammered, hearing Ruki take a breath into the receiver,
“The press already know about it,” Ruki said grimly, “They know about me and you, Aoi. Once they heard of a ‘whirlwind romance’ between two of the cameramen on the show, they snapped it up straight away,”
Oh no . . .
Aoi’s hand reached out for Uruha’s, the blonde squeezing it despite his lack of understanding,
“And especially since this is only one of the most popular TV dramas in Japan . . .” Ruki adds unhappily.
Aoi swallowed the lump forming in his throat; they couldn’t talk to Atsushi now after all,
“So . . . So what do we do?” Aoi found he was trembling and it frustrated him. What on earth was there to be scared about?
If the press know about me and Ruki there’ll be no end of suffering. And me and Uruha won’t be able to be together. That’s what’s so fucking scary.
“I have a plan that will work,” Ruki says softly, “But . . . we’ll have to wait a while until it can,”
Aoi knew what that meant. He’d have to play along with the charade,
“Oh no way Ru,” Aoi shook his head miserably, “N-No, I can’t,”
“Aoi, you have to!” Ruki hissed, “Do you want to be with Kouyou or not?!”
Aoi looked to Uruha’s fingers squeezing his own at his side, even though he didn’t have to think to answer Ruki’s question,
“If course I do,” he mumbled,
“All right,” Ruki sighed, “We’ll just have to go with it for a while. At least then no one can suspect you and Kouyou being together right?”
Aoi shrugged, guessing there was a point in that,
“I guess until I find out what this plan of yours is . . .” Aoi grimaces, once again unhappy with the situation he’d landed himself in, “. . . I can . . . I can bear it for a while,”
“Awesome!” Ruki exclaims, but not exactly out of happiness, “Okay, well I’m by Camera One. I’ll tell you all about it then. But Aoi?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you start bearing it from this afternoon?” Ruki says somewhat reluctantly, Aoi feeling sick all of a sudden, “Atsushi told me some journalists were making their way up later,”
Aoi closed his eyes; Oh God . . .
“Aoi . . . they’re coming to talk to us,”
*
A/N: I tried to update as quick as I could! Comments are L-O-V-E-D. Uruha promised me he'll do dirty things for you if you do (O-O)"
Oh and for those of you who don't know "Akai Kodou" means "Red Pulse". Trust the Gaze-guys to have a song that actually SOUNDS like a medical drama *woop* Thankies guys!
And everyone send a fanmail with a comforting message to Ru okay? He's got a throat condition - some of the lives have had to have been cancelled. T^T