Blind [Chapter 2] -END-
Title: Blind
Chapters: 2/2
Genre: Angst. Romance?
Warnings: None.
Ratings: PG-13
Pairings: AoixUruha
Disclaimer: I only own my imagination ♪
Synopsis: Did I really push you away all this time, unwillingly?
Comments: There will be a sequel, eventually. I strongly suggest you to read again the first chapter if you know the story.
Uruha blew on his fingertips because they were getting colder. He could swear already that his toes were turning a lilac shade. Aoi's hotel room was cold.
Was it because the other was gone?
He shook his head and rubbed his hands against his jeans, in an attempt to warm them up and when he raised his head, Aoi's acoustic guitar caught his attention, a smile appeared on his face.
His lacquered black guitar he affectionated was resting against the wall in front of the bed and Uruha simply reached out to grab it. It looked so lonely there, without anyone to strum its cords and make it alive.
You look like your owner. You're both black but whenever you start to play, you shine a bright light and it makes the world less gloomy.
From the bed Uruha couldn't see if there were any stars in the sky and noticed the window was slightly opened and it explained why he had frozen for a little while. He closed it and tried to see in the streets Aoi's familiar silhouette wandering around but it was empty. No lost souls at this hour of the night in Nagoya. Only rare lights that could confirm they weren't the only night hawls in this city.
He went back to his spot on the bed and put the acoustic guitar on his lap, thoughtful.
What does he want?
What does he want?
What-does-he-want?
Strumming. It seemed so loud in the quietness of the hotel room that Uruha feared he would wake up the entire building. And he didn't know why but suddenly the notes playing looked like Gentle Lie.
Well it was Gentle Lie he was playing. He had no idea why, it just came out of nowhere and it made him smile because it had been too long since he had played old songs.
Ruki's lyrics were resonating inside his head and he even allowed himself to sing them softly, almost whispering.
- Let's see in the cold bed...Please give me a gentle kiss...
He hadn't tried to play it with an acoustic before and it was almost disconcerting how badly he could arrange it. And each time it didn't sound as good as he wanted it to be, he was playing the same line repeatedly until it would be fine.
Slowly he reached the part where Aoi would be having his solo and he simply stopped playing, putting back the guitar against the wall with a dull stare.
His back met the mattress and he sighed, something making his stomach to twist, an anxiety he couldn't define. He hated this situation, the fact Aoi ran away instead of confronting him with whatever he had to reproach him. It wasn't fair.
But Uruha never really wanted to push Aoi away. Yet the rare moments they could share together, he appreciated them plainly...
You're making it difficult Aoi. And I hate that. Where are you? If you don't come back I can't sleep, if we don't discuss it we aren't going to solve anything...
He closed his eyes and tried to find something in his memory that nobody but himself knew about Aoi.
Guitar related stuff wouldn't count.
But he found nothing. The last time he had heard of Aoi's past life in Mie, it had been thanks to an interview. Even about his love life, about his daily life, about his tastes and habits, it had been in interviews or because he was catching some pieces of his conversation with someone else in the same room, one of their bandmate, a staff member,...
Did I really push you away all this time, unwillingly?
Is it your strong persona that made me believe you wouldn't need me around you? Is it this affection for loneliness that made me think you were better on your own? What is it Aoi?
You always mock me when I get silly with Reita. You always tease me. And whenever we're alone and we have to focus on our guitars, you're incredibly serious and it makes me want to surpass you, to impress you because it is the only area where I can compete against you. But we don't try to, we just play and it makes my happiness, and I guess yours because you always have this smile...Warm and almost soothing.
At times like that I always want to end the day with a drink and relax. And I just never ask if it's just the two of us because, we spent the day locked in a room and I always think you wouldn't want to finish it with me. Like you had enough of me. And you don't propose anything either. You put your coat, you greet me for the work and you leave, you leave me behind and I wonder what you are going to do once you're home.
I imagined you drinking alone countless times. But I don't have the guts to change that.
The door opened.
Uruha sat up on the bed.
And here was Aoi. His face unreadable, shoulders slumped and his stare for the carpet until he raised his head and noticed Uruha. He saw his frown.
- What? You're still here?
Aoi leaned against the door, his irritation obvious.
- It's getting late, you should head to bed, we have a long journey tomorrow.
Uruha rubbed his hands together, his eyes all for Aoi's guitar.
- It's cold.
- Another reason why you should leave already.
The blond pouted and crossed his arms.
- I won't until you tell me what's happening. Why you have this resentment against me?
Aoi stayed against the door, the view on his bandmate sat on the bed and sighed.
- If I had to tell what I feel about you, resentment would be wrong. I don't hate you Uruha.
Maybe his cheeks were flushed by now, he avoided Aoi's intense gaze and instead concentrated on the night blue sky through the window.
- Sometimes it's like you do. Like it burns you to even talk to me. It's not natural.
The silver locks swayed softly as Aoi shook his head.
- Oh no Uruha, I always try to be close to you but you have those weird reactions like I bother you, like you don't feel at ease around me, so I stay away in the end.
The blond stood up from the bed and went closer to his friend.
- I don't mean to. I'm sorry...
Aoi nodded as to chase away the misleading ideas.
- It's alright.
Uruha insisted.
- It isn't. It's not helping, the way we act toward each other. On the long run, it might contaminate the band, it might ruin our friendship. And I don't want that.
Aoi lost himself into Uruha's hazel orbs with a smile.
- I don't want that either.
Uruha naively grabbed Aoi's hand, his cold fingers instantly captured by Aoi's warm palms. The older was doing his best to hide how disconcerting this was, the way his heart was pouding because Uruha was touching him.
- There are things I can't do with you, like playing games right? But it doesn't mean we can't do anything at all Aoi. We can find something else to do together.
He nodded.
- We can find something else.
Uruha's smile widened. And Aoi's heart tightened.
- I really want to know you Aoi.
- I really want to know you Uruha.
A little laugh.
It was too much, the way Uruha's face was so bright, unsettling even.
And the blond didn't understand why Aoi's thumb was gently stroking the back of his hand, something real to settle this new interest for each other. He shivered at how soft their skin felt against each other...How Aoi's gesture was sweet.
Enough to trouble him and he thought that he should take himself away from him because it was sowing some thoughts he shouldn't have.
No, Aoi doesn't see us this way. We're like brothers. We're friends.
- Thank you.
The tenderness in Aoi's attitude wasn't usual. The way he whispered his gratitude even.
- Now go to bed.
Uruha laughed as Aoi let go of his hand, forgetting his thoughts and his embarassment.
- Yes yes, I'm off now. Good night Aoi.
The older smiled warmly:
- Good night Uruha.
When the door was closed and Uruha's steps were fading away, he looked at his guitar, his eyes shining too much and sang with a little voice:
- Please give me a gentle kiss...
When Uruha closed his eyes in the darkness of his hotel room, all he could see behind his shut eyelids was Aoi's smiling face...
That night would be sleepless.
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Yosh! I have this ready for AGES. Since November 26th EXACTLY. It needed to be edited slightly but I didn't change much. A bit short even. Anyway, I don't know why I didn't post it before. Oh wait, yes I do, I was unsure about this chapter, whether I had to leave it like this, add some spice or make it even longer but I just can't with the spirit of the story.
So I stopped there. I hope you're not disappointed but I'm sure you are somehow...XDD *gets on her knees for KANTOU* BUT BUT, there will be a sequel, maybe. Still not sure. You know me and my uncertainties...I hope you liked this anyway.