“It’s your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you…”
 
“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.
 
“But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince.
 
“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.
 
“Then it has done you no good at all!”
 
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Uruha smiles once Aoi leaves – with a bang, no less, as the older man slams the door in his exit. The frames that hung on the wall tremble a little.
 
Once upon a time Uruha had told himself not to let anybody in because it was the easiest way to self-destruction. Looking back at it now, he figured he should’ve listened to himself. The thing was, he never really listened, not even to himself.
 
He wanted to live as a man without regrets. He supposed it wasn’t his greatest idea that he clung to the first person who seemed keen to break down all his walls, without letting the rational side of his brain assess the situation first. To his defense, he was already getting tired of putting up barriers.
 
What Uruha didn’t expect was to fall so hard, though. Suddenly the world didn’t revolve in only himself and he was fine with that.
 
And so he gave even his world. He had always been someone who gave a hundred percent on whatever he did, after all, and never held back.
 
It was already too late when he realized it wasn’t really applicable in this situation.
 
Uruha crawls into his bed and lays there for a few hours. There are no lights inside the room and only the silence keeps him company. It’s so easy to think of things in such a setting, but the room still smelled of Aoi’s perfume.
 
The smile never really left his face.
 
He pulls himself up and slips on some fuzzy slippers, making his way to the balcony. The air is much more different; chilling, and it penetrates through the flimsy material of his shirt and shorts. His hands automatically rub on his arms.
 
Only high rise buildings can be seen from the horizon. Leaving a world with no stars but only lights – he figures it was fine. Anyway, it didn’t belong to him any longer.
 
Uruha hops on the ledge and finds that his feet barely fit. It’s a struggle to stand up but he does, with his hands raised sideways, trying to balance himself. But the cold wind blows, making him slip and the first thing to fall was one of his slippers.
 
And he jumps.
 
Clumsy until the end, he laughs, but that’s what he wanted all along anyway. His eyes close as the force of gravity pulls him and the cold autumn breeze pricks his skin like little pins.
 
He imagines the mess he’d make once he reaches the ground. The blood, the splattered bones. The missing slipper. It’s almost a reason to be sorry. But he isn’t.
 
He can’t. Not anymore.

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.

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.

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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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.

No other way now but back.
For #123 of 15_minute_fic

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Uruha didn’t want to be dependent but things happen and people change, others come into our lives and push us to directions we’d never think of leading ourselves to. Aoi was one such person and his impact in Uruha’s life is so vast that Uruha’s world had turned upside down.

The nights and days passed filled with memories that will forever be etched in Uruha’s mind; discovering new paths and things, viewing the world in a slightly different light. And with each second that passed, his hold onto Aoi tightened until it was only Aoi who pulled them not forward, but to whichever way the wind took them.

Everything looked so fine and easy and dandy too because no matter how Uruha would refuse to admit it, humans always go for the easiest way to get by and he was no exception.

But things happen and people change, thoughts invade minds and push us into an altogether different direction we ourselves would never go to. Sometimes we’re forced to let go of things we don’t want to, forget cherished memories we don’t want to forget, leave people behind earlier than expected. And all of a sudden Uruha just found himself in the middle of the road without anybody to hold onto anymore, barely standing in his own two feet, but he needed to move on.

Because the world had to spin around again even if Aoi won’t always be at its center.

If they hadn't been human, they would've been butterflies.
Prompt: Andrometamorphosis - Plastic Tree

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Silently they watched each other as they grew. Neither one was aware of the other’s quiet observations, but both had arrived to the similar conclusion.

A beautiful creature has been born, rescued from the spite, hatred, and sorrow it had been accustomed to; everything due to a forbidden love that nobody would have expected.

But the latter part they didn’t know.