shimyaku (shimyaku) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2009-01-21 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2009 eight characters challenge, author: shimyaku, fandom: jrock, pairing: ruki/uruha |
Just like the rest [Jrock, Ruki/Uruha - The Gazette]
Title: Just like the rest
Author: shimyaku
Fandom: Jrock
Pairing/characters: Ruki / Uruha [The Gazette]
Rating: PG13
Warnings: language, implications of sex
Word count: >770
Prompt: I've traveled the world and the seven seas / everybody's looking for something
A/N: I've just recently returned home from overseas, which means I can finally make the time to post something! I know I've missed a couple of weeks... I hope I don't end up spamming you all during the 'free for all' >3
Ruki sniffed the air as he followed his bandmate into his apartment, watching as the long-legged brunette splayed himself rather ungracefully over one couch, before following suit and settling himself on another, albeit with a little more delicacy. Once he was comfortable he took to studying the other man, immediately noting the rumpled look of his clothing, looking as if he'd put it on several days ago and hadn't taken it off since. In fact, Uruha's current appearance as a whole was not of the bright and shiny guy he usually saw from day-to-day at the studio, instead he looked rather drawn and dishevelled - even besides his clothes - with dark circles around his eyes as if he hadn't slept for days. Which, knowing Uruha and his bad habit of dwelling on certain matters, was the probable truth.
"You've been smoking again," he stated casually, figuring that was the most effective approach in getting the other to talk. "Rough night?"
"Rough?" Uruha turned to him and flashed a wicked grin, dispelling the sickness of his expression that had been present just a moment ago. "Yeah, was actually... How did you guess?"
In that moment his face and body may have hinted at a 'good time' by someone's standards - but really, he wasn't fooling anyone.
"And yet somehow you don't seem happy about it," Ruki said anyway, knowing there was thick, grey bleakness lingering just behind the thin veneer of his colourful, cheeky smile. He had seen this too many times to be fooled by any lines of 'I'm okay' Uruha might pull out, and he hoped that the other knew that well enough to be honest with him.
"You think? Am I so obvious?" The brunette sighed wearily, his fleeting grin falling back into it's previous sullen state. "I've been around Ruki, you know that. But everyone only seems to want the same kind of thing from me... Makes me wonder if I'm completely misunderstood somehow, like... maybe I give off the wrong kind of vibe or something. Or hell, maybe I'm just good for nothing else and I've been too stupid and self-absorbed to realise it."
"Shit, Uru." The blonde could have laughed, intent eyes glued to the other's lax frame stretched over the couch, an elegant arm raising to allow Uruha's fingers to massage his temples. Even though he was in the lowest of moods, Ruki found he couldn't break his gaze from those longs limbs and expressive face. He leaned forward, shifting himself marginally closer to the other, gesturing as he spoke, "Honestly, if I was any good at consolation, I'd be sitting here ranting on about how talented you are, and intelligent, and funny, and beautiful inside and out. But-"
The guitarist jumped in, "But, seeing as you're not?"
Ruki grinned, nodding. "Seeing as I'm not, I'll just say that yeah, you totally give off the wrong kind of vibe. And you sitting there, stretched out on the couch like that, brooding as you are, and stewing on whatever garbage has been festering in your mind of late, is really turning me on. Maybe that makes me a sadist, and you can slap me if you want, but I'm being fucking honest. You don't need those losers you fuck around with Uru, they don't give a shit about you, so why waste your time? They don't deserve you."
"Oh? Why the vehemence, Ruki?" The guitarist couldn't help but snicker, despite his dampened mood. "Do you want my body, too? You might have to take a ticket and get in line."
"You mean I don't get favours because I'm your bandmate? Uru, you wound me." The blonde feigned a great pain in his heart, throwing himself backward on the couch in a mock faint. He paused temporarily for effect, before sitting up again, refocussing his attention on the man laying opposite. "Seriously though... while yes, I do want your body, and I'm not ashamed to admit it, I'm looking for something more than that."
"That's a first."
"And the fact that that might be true strikes me as very sad."
Uruha was silent a moment, reflective. He looked at Ruki with contemplative but suspicious eyes, as if he could figure the vocalist's motives with just that single glance. "You still want something from me though, don't you? Even if it's more than just my body... how are you different from the rest of them?"
"I-" Ruki bit his lip, hoping he was doing the right thing, hoping he truly wasn't like the 'rest of them'. "Meet me in the bedroom and I'll show you what I mean. I think I've got a little something to prove to you."