Rain poured heavily on the windshield that it was hard to see anything through it anymore. The streetlamps looked nothing but blurred lights in the onslaught of rain and the wiper was barely any help keeping the water pounding and blocking sight. Aoi thought that perhaps it hadn’t been a wise choice to drive away and simply stayed home…

…and the thought had him scowling. He is on his way home.

Nobody in their right mind would drive through such a harsh rain like this, of course, but sometimes Aoi’s mind didn’t like staying put, especially whenever Uruha was concerned. It was supposed to be a night of relaxation in each other’s arms, relishing in the coldness the rain brought them. One wrong word and Uruha was out spouting some stupid nonsense – Aoi refused to admit that he was the reason why they had yet another verbal spat. Come to think of it, he didn’t remember why they argued in the first place; what Aoi remembered was the flaring anger in his chest when Uruha looked at him with disdain. He knew it was a wise choice to get out of there before he started breaking any of Uruha’s things.

It was only a drizzle when he started driving out of Uruha’s block and to his way home when the weather decided to kick a man down further by obscuring his vision. At least the cold and waiting in traffic helped in calming Aoi down, but the silence agitated him all the more. He hated the exact moment when his anger subsided and reason came back to him because that was usually the time when he realized it probably was his fault.

Aoi flipped the radio on and narrowed his eyes just a little bit when he recognized the song being played. It was a calming ballad, just perfect for the rainy occasion, which also happened to be one of Uruha’s favorite songs. Of course Uruha didn’t admit to this, but the way his face relaxes whenever it played somewhere was a good enough indication that he did. People always have a certain image or a certain stereotype assigned to Uruha, but Aoi has watched him for quite some time to know that 99% of the time, they just misunderstood.

Sighing, Aoi gripped the wheel and sped up as he looked for the nearest U-turn.


Uruha opened his door to a wet and obviously shivering Aoi, but he just stood there, staring the older man down, tucking his conscience to the farthest corner in his brain.

“S’cold,” Aoi mumbled, his teeth chattering and all of a sudden, Uruha’s defenses promptly crumbled down. Aoi offered an awkward smile and tried to ignore his already freezing bits.

Uruha sniffed and opened the door wider to let the other in. “Come on in, rain damages bleached hair, you know.”

It didn’t make sense to Aoi at all but he accepted the explanation anyway, just happy to have Uruha’s hands back on him.

This little bundle of fluff was written to - egad! - a ballad sung by one of the members of MBLAQ (or something). You have granitemouth to blame for this.

For my dearest Princess.

It was still very early when he left home.

Aki only watched his feet as he continued walking through the near-empty hallway. Hands clutched on the strap of his bag loosely. Thinking about nothing in particular, just watching as the bluish shadows turn orange to yellow with every step he made.

He stopped at seeing a pair of boots just at the end of his line of sight, and lifted his face.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he heard Hitsugi shot back at him and he smiled. Hitsugi’s face full of piercings lightened up with a smile too.

Aki dropped his bag by Hitsugi’s boot and leaned on the wall like Hitsugi did, shoving his hands into his pockets. He looked down and then towards the other. “It’s brilliant you know.”

Hitsugi seemed a bit startled with the way Aki looked at him straight in the eye and in turn averted his look and grinned sheepishly. “I know. Why didn’t we think of this earlier?”

Aki watched as Hitsugi stared at his own boots, contemplating on how he must’ve looked like that too while he was walking along the hallway earlier. Maybe a lot less adorable though, since Hitsugi was pursing in that certain way that that washed away all traces of his bad-assery at its sight.

Hitsugi stopped pouting unconsciously and started pouting consciously, shoving Aki by the shoulder. “What are you laughing at me for?”

Aki chucked out a small laugh. “Am not!”

“Aki-san! Hitsugi-san! Sorry to keep you waiting!” The both of them pushed themselves off the wall, Aki pulling his bag from the ground and Hitsugi dusting on his clothes, and then stretched their necks out look at their coordinator from a distance. They softened their stance at the same time and turned at each other. Their eyes met, Hitsugi averted his gaze again and Aki just laughed.

Aki’s infectious chuckle got to Hitsugi too and the hallway echoed with their soft laughter as they walked, puzzling the coordinator and drawing a small laugh out of her as well.

The hallway path was now lit up with the 7 AM sunlight and this time as he slung an arm over Hitsugi’s shoulder, Aki didn’t have his stare down on his shoes anymore.

Silently Aoi watched people as they go around and about, the corners of his eyes discreetly spying and everyday learning more about the ones they come across. From here he caught things – small things that seemed oh so trivial but quite the contrary, and it made him a little bit perceptive than most people (though not putting that in practice due to his natural reclusiveness). It was always a joy watching people in silence, seeing them in a completely different light from how they are seen when directly looked at on; similar to when you shut your eyes tight after staring off somewhere for a long time and splashes of colors dance before your eyes, but gone the next second.

Uruha’s has always been the most vibrant color, and Aoi couldn’t help but look longer, straining his eyes before the color is gone again.

But whenever their eyes meet (the color was strongest in Uruha’s eyes) Aoi would always look away, not because he was ashamed of getting caught, but because he was afraid that whatever he sees at that moment will be gone if he was caught.

Aoi’s gaze never stayed long enough to see that the sparkle never left Uruha’s eyes.

Especially when he knew that Aoi was looking.






“Stop looking at me.”

“I would if you start looking directly at me instead of just stealing glances.”

Uruha’s eyes pinned Aoi against the wall, but it’s not as if he’s complaining about being captive of Uruha’s gentle stare.

He doesn’t mind being captive of Uruha’s gentle lips, either.

Ruki stared at his new king-sized bed and smiled; to him, it always looked too big for two people but just enough for three (with a slight cramming together, but that didn’t really matter). It wasn’t very fancy; it just had a nice, clean-looking metallic headboard and a pale yellow scheme, complete with fluffy pillows and a fluffy comforter.

He walked over to the bed and sat down on it, his grin widening as he bounced slightly on the mattress. His skin tingled at the feeling of plush cotton under his fingers, and as his hand continued to glide over the soft surface, the more he heard the bed calling to him.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try it out first.

--

The comforter was warm but not if it’s not wrapped around your body – that was Ruki’s first thought as he stirred awake. He rolled on his stomach and grunted.

His eyes hadn’t adjusted to the light all that well but he immediately tried looking for the control of the air conditioning unit. Ruki stretched out a hand to retrieve the remote beside the clock. The time read 01:29.

With an unconscious pout, Ruki snatched the remote from the bedside table and raised the temperature, then spread out his arms and legs over the bed.

This baby’s gonna be just his tonight, then.

--

For the second time since he drifted to sleep, Ruki stirred awake again, this time because of the rising heat. He tried maneuvering his body but felt a heaviness over his waist. He grunted again.

“Oh.”

Full lips greeted Ruki’s eyes – those he was sure belonged to Aoi. It was probably Uruha’s breath warming his nape, then. Looking down, he saw two arms over his waist and one long leg over his thigh. Ruki sighed, then smiled.

He doesn’t really mind the warmth anyway.

Aoi’s black bed was littered with various score sheets and crumpled paper, and Ruki’s form occupied whatever space was left (which wasn’t much) with his face practically buried on his laptop’s screen. Aoi was the same, except he was sitting down on the floor and using the bed as a table for his machine. Despite Ruki’s obsessive-compulsiveness and Aoi’s strictness when it comes to his things, the two of them looked no more than like disorganized students cramming for their project. Except of course, this was for work.

(If you consider doodling on Photoshop and replying to fan mail work, that is.)

Not long enough, Aoi stirred to the sound of soft snoring and found Ruki starting to sport a waffle face. He snickered first before removing his laptop and setting it on the ground, then did the same for Ruki’s. Slowly but carefully, Aoi started discarding the paper off his bed.

When it was only Ruki left (thankfully still sound asleep), Aoi look behind, eyeing on the sea of disarray on his floor.

He shrugged anyway and plopped gently beside the younger, pulling him by the waist before whispering a hushed ‘good night.’

Uruha was only joking when he said that he usually worked even after midnight. Now he regrets having said so because some people tended to take his words seriously. He’d already forgotten how many times he sighed tonight but he can’t just stand up and risk breaking Aoi’s concentration.

Come to think of it though, it’s not all that bad watching Aoi practice. Even if the older man was facing back from him, Uruha could still imagine how Aoi’s brows creased in the middle as he alternated from the guitar to the computer, how small beads of sweat accumulated in his forehead.

Needless to say, Uruha found it amusing how much of a perfectionist workaholic his lover was. Given an opportunity, Aoi would always, in his own way, display extreme dedication to his craft.

Aoi suddenly cursed out as he hit another wrong string, and Uruha laughed to himself. The small laugh certainly did not escape Aoi’s sensitive ears and so he threw a glare to the younger.

Uruha stood up walked towards Aoi – the latter still glaring at him, but the younger didn’t seem fazed by that at all. Aoi was rather startled when Uruha bent down and leaned his head on the older’s shoulder.

“How about we go now?”

Aoi looked at the younger in a dumbfounded manner for a moment, then smiled and placed the guitar down. Perfection was good, but it’s nothing compared to Uruha’s calm voice already calling him home.

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Ruki wasn’t generally a talkative person, but there were times that he spoke too much that Reita couldn’t handle it anymore. Of course Ruki had simply felt comfortable with Reita being around him for a long time now, but talking wasn’t Reita’s forte, which is why he opted playing console games with Uruha instead, taking pleasure in trash talking each other rather than talking about how stunning this certain pair of shoes looked or how fabulous his new design for this and that label was.

Reita had to think of something to shut him up.

“And how epic is the new design for our costumes, huh? I designed mine and yours myself and...” Noticing how Reita wasn’t listening anymore, the vocalist prodded the other man on the rib and snorted. “Reita, listen to m— the fu—!”

Next thing that Ruki knew, Reita was already holding him by the back of his head, and pressing their lips together.

“What the fuck are you doing!” Ruki all but screamed, thankfully not disturbing the people around them.

“Some epic shit. Now shut the fuck up or I’ll show you what legendary is.”

For #124 of 15_minute_fic

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It wasn’t something that he really expected to happen.

He didn’t even realize that something like this was building up inside him right from the start.

It was just a few glances, a small throb in the heart whenever that person smiles, a miniscule longing to hear that person’s voice. He never thought it would escalate to something as prolonged stares, butterflies in the stomach, and ringing up his phone at 3 in the morning just to hear that person’s voice before he sleeps.

This never happened before. He liked girls, not guys who looked like girls, because everybody knows that despite the make-up and the fluffed hair, underneath all that is all man. Maybe a little dorkiness too, but that was beside the point.

Of course he never saw it coming.

Sometimes he thought that if he ignored that feeling, then it would go away, but the more he tried to scramble his way out, the more that he got sucked into this whirlpool of annoying admiration. He wasn’t supposed to be admiring anybody than himself; it wasn’t in his nature, and even if it was a lover that he looked for, then he would never think of them with such high regard.

This was bad. What he thought was just a drizzle had become a full blown rain, and it doesn’t seem that this rain would be stopping any time soon.

Then again, Aoi had always loved the rain. Especially the unexpected ones. Except when he forgot his umbrella, like right now.

“You really didn’t have to accompany me all the way home,” Aoi sighed defeatedly, hands in his pockets since he wasn’t even allowed to carry the umbrella for the two of them.

“But I wanted to,” was the reply, accompanied with a lighthearted laugh.

“Seriously. You’re stubborn in your own way, aren’t you?”

“Is it so wrong to care, now, Aoi-san?” Uruha tilted his head to the side a bit, and Aoi stopped in his tracks.

“Since when did you start to care?”

Uruha looked up to the sky through his transparent umbrella before turning back to the older, then smiled. “I’ve always cared, you just don’t notice.”

Well. That certainly wasn’t expected.

“Yes, Aoi-san, so please stop grinning now. It kind of creeps me out.”

And Aoi did stop grinning, though he wished that this rain would last for a bit longer, and the road to extend a little further.

Contrary to popular belief,
I don’t do the things I do to
gain everybody’s attention.
It’s just that I don’t want to
be too obvious in trying to
get you to notice me until
I’m sure that you actually
have noticed me.

In this world, there's no need for dreams.
Prompt: DREAM ARCH - 12012

✖

He never liked dreams. But if this was one, then he didn’t want to wake up from it.

Finding a hand secured upon his waist, Uruha smiled. The loose embrace was enough for him to know that he was wanted, that he was loved.

Finding that sweet smile hovering over him, Aoi sighed. It was enough for him to know that someone was willing to stay forever.

The meme:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.



The World is Our Playground - Up Dharma Down
→ PG; Romance
( One )

The Murder’s TV – the GazettE
→ PG; Smut
( Two )

3.2.1 – 蜉蝣 (Kagerou)
→ PG; General
( Three )

Desire – abingdon boys school
→ R; PWP
( Four )

...And the Promise of the Truth – The Butterfly Effect
→ PG; Romance, angst
( Five )

君の好きな歌 (Kimi no Suki na Uta) – UVERworld
→ PG; Fluff, humor
( Six )

夜想曲 (Yasou Kyoku) – Nightmare
→ R; Smut, romance
( Seven )

Selfish Love – Miyavi
→ PG; Romance, humor
( Eight )

want, want, want – 12012
→ PG; Angst
( Nine )

Uncontrol - ClearVeil
→ PG; General
( Ten )