Gazette - Uruha x Reita - Chapter 5/?
Title: Uhm … no idea ;__;
Author: Yomi aka
yomi_chan
Rating: PG (for now)
Chapter: 5/?
Warnings: Yeah … English is not my mother tongue so please beware from typos and grammar mistakes!
Pairings: Uruha x Reita
Synopsis: Something’s bothering Uruha lately and this causes his best friend to overreact - till he finds out, what the reason for his behaviour is …
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don’t make any money out of this, nor do I own any member of Gazette (T__T’’)
Author’s notes: This is for
sarcasm_chan!
Comments and Critics are always welcome! ^^
ENJOY! ^-^
After something that seemed like eternity to him, Reita arrived at home. The bassist put the key back on its place, after he closed the door. He left his shoes and jacket at their usual position and went right into his room.
There he flopped on his bed, starring at the ceiling.
‘And now?’
Again a despaired smile found its way onto his features.
What should he do?
How should he react?
Wtf?
Why now?
The blond pressed the back of his hand on his eyes.
Why was life so complicated and fucked up anyway?
Some tears found their way and were running down his cheeks.
He never wanted to hurt Kouyou, never! And now he did so …
“I’m so pathetic …”, he whispered sadly.
~*~
Ruki looked at the guitarist. Kai and Aoi had already left, after the drummer announced, that practice would be cut off, due to Reitas absence.
“Don’t you wanna go home?” he asked, but he already knew the answer.
“No.”
The shorter one nodded.
“Wanna go for a drink or maybe two?”
“Why not?”
A smile appeared on Rukis face.
“So, where do you wanna go?”
“Don’t know. Everything’s fine except home …”
“Okay.”
The two headed for some random bar near the studio and ordered some cocktails. Uruha got himself a ‘Sex on the Beach’ while Ruki picked a cocktail, which’s name sounded interesting to him - ‘Zombie’.
When they received their drinks, the guitarist peered at Rukis with a curious gaze, asking indirectly, if he could take a sip to taste the strange looking beverage. Blinking, the younger one shoved his glass into the others direction and pointed grinning at his.
“Help yourself~”, Uruha chirped sweetly.
“Yeah, yeah.”
He took the glass and tried out the drink, but it didn’t seemed, as if he was pleased with its taste.
“Not good?”
“Nah …”
“Well, fine by me, so I don’t have to share it with you.” the guitarist grinned and took another sip of Rukis.
“Oi! That’s mine you bastard!”
“So whaaa~hat?”
“I’m gonna show you ‘so what’, you bitch!” Ruki stated angrily.
“Aw~ Takanori’s getting vulgarly~!”
“Just shut the fuck up.”
The guitarist pouted, then he got a serious face again and somehow sadly looking eyes.
“What should I do now …?” he asked desperately.
“You mean about Akira?”
Nodding.
“Hum … well. Honestly I have no fucking clue, even if we knew each other since ages, I can’t tell how he’d react.”
“Yeah … I have the same problem.”
“But I’d suggest, you should talk properly to him and explain it. Maybe he harbours feelings for and was just too surprised by your confession.”
Uruha sighed.
“Maybe, if, then … my head’s spinning and I don’t know, what to do, what to think …”
“I’m the wrong person to ask, Kouyou.”
“Hmh …”
The honey blond took a look at his glass.
“I need something stronger … neeee~ Takanori~”
His gaze wandered to the younger one.
“You’ll gonna take care of me, if I get drunk and bring me home save, won’t you?”
Ruki rolled his eyes.
“There’s no other option left, is there?” he replied with an answer.
“Guess your right …”
Silence.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
A warm smile and Uruha stood up and ordered some short drinks. The blond’s gaze followed the other man and he sighed. This was really a fucked up situation.
Ruki was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice, as the older came back, not until he putted down the newly ordered beverages.
With a somewhat doubtful look, he gazed at Uruha.
“A bit much, hum?”
“And? You said, you’d take care of me anyway.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t means for you to overdo it …”
“You’re being an ass, Taka.”
“I’ll kick yours, if you’re gonna get me in troubles while you’re drunk. Understood?”
Uruha pouted once more.
“Yeah, yeah …”
~*~
Because of his terrible headache, Reita woke up, glancing at the alarm, which was supposed to stand on his nightstand - but it wasn’t and after some seconds, he realised exactly why.
“Shit …”, he muttered, while he stood up.
He stretched a bit and went on to the kitchen, to take a look at the clock there. He was wondering, how long he had been sleeping and if Uruha came home already.
A quick glance to the door proofed him wrong.
His shoes were the only ones standing there … so the guitarist was still out.
‘Because of me?’, he questioned himself.
Probably …
The clock ticked the seconds away, showing him the time. Three a.m.
Where the fuck was he??
He had to talk to him, had to tell him, about what he was thinking the last hours.
Reita needed to say him, how much he wanted to be with him and how much he still loved him ...
~~
Harhar ... once more I finished a chapter (after deleting the first try >3) and still, I'm somehow unsatisfied, buuut I promise, that there'll be more drama and fluff in good doses in the folowing chapters ^-^
Hope you like it X.xv
Don't forget, that commies make me happy and encourage me to write more <3
Author: Yomi aka
yomi_chan
Rating: PG (for now)
Chapter: 5/?
Warnings: Yeah … English is not my mother tongue so please beware from typos and grammar mistakes!
Pairings: Uruha x Reita
Synopsis: Something’s bothering Uruha lately and this causes his best friend to overreact - till he finds out, what the reason for his behaviour is …
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don’t make any money out of this, nor do I own any member of Gazette (T__T’’)
Author’s notes: This is for
sarcasm_chan!
Comments and Critics are always welcome! ^^
ENJOY! ^-^
After something that seemed like eternity to him, Reita arrived at home. The bassist put the key back on its place, after he closed the door. He left his shoes and jacket at their usual position and went right into his room.
There he flopped on his bed, starring at the ceiling.
‘And now?’
Again a despaired smile found its way onto his features.
What should he do?
How should he react?
Wtf?
Why now?
The blond pressed the back of his hand on his eyes.
Why was life so complicated and fucked up anyway?
Some tears found their way and were running down his cheeks.
He never wanted to hurt Kouyou, never! And now he did so …
“I’m so pathetic …”, he whispered sadly.
~*~
Ruki looked at the guitarist. Kai and Aoi had already left, after the drummer announced, that practice would be cut off, due to Reitas absence.
“Don’t you wanna go home?” he asked, but he already knew the answer.
“No.”
The shorter one nodded.
“Wanna go for a drink or maybe two?”
“Why not?”
A smile appeared on Rukis face.
“So, where do you wanna go?”
“Don’t know. Everything’s fine except home …”
“Okay.”
The two headed for some random bar near the studio and ordered some cocktails. Uruha got himself a ‘Sex on the Beach’ while Ruki picked a cocktail, which’s name sounded interesting to him - ‘Zombie’.
When they received their drinks, the guitarist peered at Rukis with a curious gaze, asking indirectly, if he could take a sip to taste the strange looking beverage. Blinking, the younger one shoved his glass into the others direction and pointed grinning at his.
“Help yourself~”, Uruha chirped sweetly.
“Yeah, yeah.”
He took the glass and tried out the drink, but it didn’t seemed, as if he was pleased with its taste.
“Not good?”
“Nah …”
“Well, fine by me, so I don’t have to share it with you.” the guitarist grinned and took another sip of Rukis.
“Oi! That’s mine you bastard!”
“So whaaa~hat?”
“I’m gonna show you ‘so what’, you bitch!” Ruki stated angrily.
“Aw~ Takanori’s getting vulgarly~!”
“Just shut the fuck up.”
The guitarist pouted, then he got a serious face again and somehow sadly looking eyes.
“What should I do now …?” he asked desperately.
“You mean about Akira?”
Nodding.
“Hum … well. Honestly I have no fucking clue, even if we knew each other since ages, I can’t tell how he’d react.”
“Yeah … I have the same problem.”
“But I’d suggest, you should talk properly to him and explain it. Maybe he harbours feelings for and was just too surprised by your confession.”
Uruha sighed.
“Maybe, if, then … my head’s spinning and I don’t know, what to do, what to think …”
“I’m the wrong person to ask, Kouyou.”
“Hmh …”
The honey blond took a look at his glass.
“I need something stronger … neeee~ Takanori~”
His gaze wandered to the younger one.
“You’ll gonna take care of me, if I get drunk and bring me home save, won’t you?”
Ruki rolled his eyes.
“There’s no other option left, is there?” he replied with an answer.
“Guess your right …”
Silence.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
A warm smile and Uruha stood up and ordered some short drinks. The blond’s gaze followed the other man and he sighed. This was really a fucked up situation.
Ruki was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice, as the older came back, not until he putted down the newly ordered beverages.
With a somewhat doubtful look, he gazed at Uruha.
“A bit much, hum?”
“And? You said, you’d take care of me anyway.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t means for you to overdo it …”
“You’re being an ass, Taka.”
“I’ll kick yours, if you’re gonna get me in troubles while you’re drunk. Understood?”
Uruha pouted once more.
“Yeah, yeah …”
~*~
Because of his terrible headache, Reita woke up, glancing at the alarm, which was supposed to stand on his nightstand - but it wasn’t and after some seconds, he realised exactly why.
“Shit …”, he muttered, while he stood up.
He stretched a bit and went on to the kitchen, to take a look at the clock there. He was wondering, how long he had been sleeping and if Uruha came home already.
A quick glance to the door proofed him wrong.
His shoes were the only ones standing there … so the guitarist was still out.
‘Because of me?’, he questioned himself.
Probably …
The clock ticked the seconds away, showing him the time. Three a.m.
Where the fuck was he??
He had to talk to him, had to tell him, about what he was thinking the last hours.
Reita needed to say him, how much he wanted to be with him and how much he still loved him ...
~~
Harhar ... once more I finished a chapter (after deleting the first try >3) and still, I'm somehow unsatisfied, buuut I promise, that there'll be more drama and fluff in good doses in the folowing chapters ^-^
Hope you like it X.xv
Don't forget, that commies make me happy and encourage me to write more <3