Illusions (1 of 25?)
Title : Illusions (1 of 25?)
Theme : IV - 1 - Lace
Pairing : Ruki x Kai
Ratings : NC17 (in future)
Summary : The telltale blush rising up his neck was answer enough
A/N : I may be writing this as a 25chptr fic or in a series of chptrs. Today have an unexpected off day so could write some. But then ^^; I may not be updating that often due to lack of time to write. This is from Ruki's POV.
As B characters, maybe that was the something that had drawn us inexplicably together but at the same time drives us apart. I could only look at him and then wonder, ponder on the perhaps, the maybes, the could have beens. Sometimes it was as if I know him better than I know myself, at other times, it seems like he is a complete stranger.
His laughter rang out as Aoi threw guitar picks at him, him retaliating with a few well thrown drum sticks which had promptly bumped off the top of our dear now affronted guitarist’s head. A soft cough caught my attention, drawing me to Reita who had probably observed me for the past half an hour or so. The smirk tugging at the edges of his lips made me flush the slightest.
“What’s so interesting over there?”
I shrugged, taking a long gulp from the mineral bottle, eyes fixed on anyone but Reita.
“Someone have a crush?”
That probably didn’t bode well as I started sputtering water, coughing my lungs out, Reita chuckling loudly and the others staring at us quizzically, Kai included. He took a look at the clock hanging on the wall next to him and cleared his throat, drawing the expected protests from our sorry bunch.
“Let’s wrap this up as soon as possible, and then we can leave early”
That is a surprise. It is not often that Kai would let us leave early. That line was obviously caught by our two guitarists who then shared identical grins before Uruha slung an arm over Kai’s shoulders, giving him a mock serious look which was returned warily by Kai.
“Someone have a date?”
The telltale blush rising up his neck was answer enough as Aoi and Uruha then started hooting, trying to get more information from him. He started beating them away with his sticks, a good natured grin still evident on his face as our eyes crossed. And there it lingered for a second more before he looked away.
That was when I realize that he was like lace, seemingly delicate but then so much sturdier than given credit for.
Theme : IV - 1 - Lace
Pairing : Ruki x Kai
Ratings : NC17 (in future)
Summary : The telltale blush rising up his neck was answer enough
A/N : I may be writing this as a 25chptr fic or in a series of chptrs. Today have an unexpected off day so could write some. But then ^^; I may not be updating that often due to lack of time to write. This is from Ruki's POV.
As B characters, maybe that was the something that had drawn us inexplicably together but at the same time drives us apart. I could only look at him and then wonder, ponder on the perhaps, the maybes, the could have beens. Sometimes it was as if I know him better than I know myself, at other times, it seems like he is a complete stranger.
His laughter rang out as Aoi threw guitar picks at him, him retaliating with a few well thrown drum sticks which had promptly bumped off the top of our dear now affronted guitarist’s head. A soft cough caught my attention, drawing me to Reita who had probably observed me for the past half an hour or so. The smirk tugging at the edges of his lips made me flush the slightest.
“What’s so interesting over there?”
I shrugged, taking a long gulp from the mineral bottle, eyes fixed on anyone but Reita.
“Someone have a crush?”
That probably didn’t bode well as I started sputtering water, coughing my lungs out, Reita chuckling loudly and the others staring at us quizzically, Kai included. He took a look at the clock hanging on the wall next to him and cleared his throat, drawing the expected protests from our sorry bunch.
“Let’s wrap this up as soon as possible, and then we can leave early”
That is a surprise. It is not often that Kai would let us leave early. That line was obviously caught by our two guitarists who then shared identical grins before Uruha slung an arm over Kai’s shoulders, giving him a mock serious look which was returned warily by Kai.
“Someone have a date?”
The telltale blush rising up his neck was answer enough as Aoi and Uruha then started hooting, trying to get more information from him. He started beating them away with his sticks, a good natured grin still evident on his face as our eyes crossed. And there it lingered for a second more before he looked away.
That was when I realize that he was like lace, seemingly delicate but then so much sturdier than given credit for.