Valentine's Day, Chapter 1/3, Uruha x OFC
Title: Valentine's Day
Author: fffriction1984 (tbsupervillains )
Chapters: 1/3
Genre: het, romance, lame attempt at humour in the beginning, slightly dramatic up to the end...
Warnings: English is not my first language
Rating: PG-13/NC-17, depending on the chapters
Pairings/Characters: Uruha x OFC
Synopsis: Uruha took a look around to see if there was anybody standing behind him Reita could’ve meant perhaps, sadly there wasn’t anyone. “Me? A date? I hadn’t had a date in a lifetime, Rei!”
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone not yet, but I'm still in negotiations, but the idea is mine, BWA HAHAHAHA HAAAA!
February 14th 2009, Valentine’s Day, 10.13 am., the alarm clock went off for the third time already.
Uruha groaned in discomfort, punched the snooze-button once more and turned around, hugging the pillow and blanket close to his chest. He didn’t want to get up. Not today. He wanted to sleep the whole day through so he wouldn’t have to face tons of chocolate and love letter fans sent to him, so he wouldn’t have to stand the mocking of his bandmates all day long, like they mocked him every year on Valentine’s Day. Every year Aoi would greet him with “ne, you get so much chocolate every year, yet you’re still bony like a wash board”. Uruha had gotten so tired of this…
His clock already displayed 10.54 am when he finally got up. With sleepy eyes and a yawn he padded into the bathroom to have a shower, he was late already, there was no use in hurrying up anymore. If he was late, he was REALLY late, not only 20 minutes, no, Uruha decided to make his appearance two hours after the agreed time.
“Now don’t you look hot today?” he teased his reflection in the mirror while he was towelling off his hair not much later. He grimaced at his reflection and checked his face on possible wrinkles. Luckily there were none, none except really slight lines at the edges of his eyes, but he wouldn’t call those thin lines wrinkles.
He brushed his teeth, blow-dried his hair and wandered back into his bedroom ever so slowly; he had his own pace as usual. After putting clothes on he checked his reflection once more in the large mirror attached to his closet. He didn’t look that bad after all, he thought. With a shrug of his shoulders he finally left for the studio.
~~~~~
“Oh, happy Valentine’s!” Ruki purred as Uruha made his entry to the studio they would be occupying that day. “Seems like you had an extra portion of beauty sleep tonight to celebrate that wonderful day.”
“Ruki, let the man breathe!” Kai snickered and plucked the short vocalist off of Uruha.
The next second Aoi decided to shower his fellow guitarist with chocolate and love letters as he had sat down on a chair. “Isn’t this beautiful? Ruha, they love you so much, and you don’t even eat chocolate. You should really learn to value what the fans are doing for you!”
Uruha rolled his eyes and freed himself from the chocolate bars and envelopes. “I’m valuing it, don’t worry. But you know what chocolate would do to this perfect body.”
“You’re an asshole, Uruha. You could be eating all day long and you wouldn’t gain a single pound, so fuck you and appreciate this.”
In the meanwhile Reita was rolling on the floor, dying of laughter, flailing his arms in a desperate manner as he tried to catch his breath.
“Aaaah, all these perfumed letters, that’s so lovely. I wished I would get so much like you do.” Aoi whined and sighed. “Do you mind if I read some of them?”
“Go ahead, asswipe…” Uruha muttered and rolled his eyes once more.
Finally the bassist regained his composure and walked up to his friend. “Ne, what’s bitten you today?”
“Nothing.”
“You mean nothing else than it’s Valentine’s Day?”
“Exactly… So, would you fill me in? What did I miss while I was still lying in bed?”
“Not that much, we haven’t really started working yet, because Aoi is so dazzled by these letters and chocolate, Ruki seems to be out of his mind as well and Kai is just bouncing around every once in a while. Seriously… I think Kai is slowly going crazy by now…” the blonde bassist whispered and searched his pockets for his cigarettes.
“Nuh-huh, I’m not dazzled, I’m just romantic.” the black haired guitarist chimed in all of a sudden and spun around like a ballet dancer before pressing a love letter that was addressed to him to his heart. “I can feel the love!”
“We should test him on drug-abuse, remind me of that, Ruha…” Reita snickered.
“Sure thing. So are we going to get working today at any time? If not I can go back home and hide in my shelter.” Uruha said and looked pleadingly.
“What? You’re here already, so you can also stay, can’t you?”
“Sure, but… I don’t want Valentine’s to get me, is all. Can’t you understand?”
“W-wait, do you have a date or anything?”
Uruha took a look around to see if there was anybody standing behind him Reita could’ve meant perhaps, sadly there wasn’t anyone. “Me? A date? I hadn’t had a date in a lifetime, Rei!”
“Then you should really try to date someone. And now’s the perfect time, don’t you think? All the women have heart shaped eyes today, just go and grab your chance.” the bassist chuckled and patted his best friends shoulder.
“If you put it like this…” Uruha replied and grinned. Even if he wasn’t dating anyone, if it meant he could leave the studio as fast as he got there, it was the perfect opportunity. “Well then, see you on Monday.”
“Seriously, Ruha, you need to get laid. Work on it! Promise that to me!” Reita demanded and held up his right pinky finger for Uruha to hook his in. The guitarist complied with a lopsided grin, hooked his little finger to Reita’s and left without any more words, leaving his bandmates in their Valentine’s-dream-like state of mind.
All of a sudden this day turned out to be not that bad after all. Okay, maybe it was crazy and rash to think like this, but he really wanted to believe that February 14th 2009 wouldn’t be as bad as all Valentine’s Days before. He would just go home and settle himself in front of the TV, watching the news and a movie, then have dinner, watch another movie and go to bed early, the earlier he went to bed, the earlier would this day come to an end.
But then again, just as he pulled into the parking lot in front of his apartment building, all the bad luck he had saved from the day before - Friday 13th as a fact - came down upon him. He had been so lost in his thoughts and considerations which movies could be interesting for him, that he didn’t notice a woman running into his car.
“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he screamed and unfastened his seatbelt quickly to jump out of the car. He ran towards the woman lying on the ground before his car. “Are you alright?” he asked before noticing that lady was a foreigner - her hair was light brown and her eyes were blue - who probably didn’t even understand what he was saying. He scanned his brain for any English words he could use to ask her if she felt any pain or anything. “You… okay…?” It sounded English enough in his ears and luckily she nodded. Uruha offered her a hand to help her get up on her feet again. “A… Ambulance call…?”
“You can speak Japanese, it’s alright.” she said and it stunned Uruha to the maximum. “I understand just fine.”
“Oh. Okay. Does it hurt?” he asked and pointed one finger to her left wrist that already appeared to be bruised.
“A little…”
“Shall I take you to the hospital or something? It looks rather painful.”
“That won’t be necessary, but I’d like to wash the dirt of my hands though.” she said after taking a look at her hands and clothes. It had been raining the whole morning and she had landed right in a puddle of water on the ground, her clothes were stained and partially wet.
“Okay, just let me park the car and then you… you can come up to my apartment, if that’s alright with you.”
Two minutes later Uruha unlocked his apartment door, the lady, with no name yet, followed him and put off her shoes just like he did.
“The bathroom is over there.” Uruha uttered with a blush as he noticed how messy his apartment really was. As soon as she had closed the bathroom door behind her he hurried through his apato to get it a little cleaner, at least a little bit, what meant he picked up various items of clothes that were strewn everywhere as well as taking some plates and cups into the kitchen as fast as he could. It was rather embarrassing his apartment always used to be in such a messy condition, he could never ever invite someone over spontaneously because he knew how his apato made him look more than just a little… bad.
And although he didn’t even know her name or where she was headed before running into his car he put a kettle onto the stove to boil up some water for tea. After a while he softly knocked the bathroom door. “Are you okay in there?”
She pulled the door open and nodded. “Do you have a band-aid for me? I think I need to fix this.” she said and displayed her bleeding knuckles to him.
“Sure, follow me.” He walked her into the kitchen. “Sit down please.” -Where the hell are these band-aids…?- Uruha wrinkled his forehead and started searching the cupboards and drawers for that box of plasters he had bought not so long ago. As he had found them the tea was ready. Without even asking if she wanted a cup he placed one on the table in front of her and handed her some disinfectants as well. “Ah, let me help you with that…” Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that a little smile had crept onto her face, a really nice smile, so he was sure she wasn’t angry with him. It has been her running into his car, not him just driving into her anyway, right?
“I’m Nicky by the way.”
He stopped putting plasters onto her injured hand and looked up at her face. “Huh?” As their eyes met Uruha nearly shuddered. “I… I’m K… Uruha.”
“Isn’t that a girl’s name?”
-She’s smarter than I thought she is!- “That’s true, but… it’s not my real name, so…” he blushed and quickly averted his gaze. “It’s my stage name and everyone’s calling me by it.”
“Stage name? Are you an actor?”
“Musician.”
“Now that’s cool. I already thought you’d look like some guy of a visual kei band.” she smiled. “What’s the name of your band?”
“Is your hand really alright?” he asked once more, trying to change the topic.
“It is. And if not I know where you live so my lawyer can address all correspondence to you directly, Uruha-san.” she said with smirk.
“Oh… I see… But… there’s no need for a lawsuit really…”
“Come on, I was just joking.”
“So, Nicky-san, that’s… um… I guess that will do it.” he said and put the finishing touches onto the last band-aid, then looked at his work.
“Thank you.” she replied with a nod. “And thank you for the tea as well.”
Five minutes later they were already chatting like friends that hadn’t seen each other for quite a while. Uruha came to know that Nicky was a student at the Tokyo Metropolitan University, in a student exchange program of the Yale University. She studied political economics and would soon leave the University and Japan with a Bachelor’s degree if everything went according to plan.
“For how long have you been in Japan now?” Uruha asked and poured her another cup of tea as the sun already set; they’ve spent hours on end with talking.
“Two years. Before that I’ve lived here for five years, before I entered University.”
“And that would explain why you’re so fluent in Japanese.” he smiled and she nodded in response.
“Japan feels like home to me now, that’s why I don’t really want to leave. But I already have a job in America, so I guess my fate is sealed, at least for six months.”
All of a sudden Uruha noticed it was getting late. “Oh my, I totally forgot about the time, I’m sorry… Did you have any business to do before running into my car?”
“No. Why?”
“It’s just… I feel like I have to recover the losses anyway and I thought that… you’d maybe like to go out for dinner with me. Only if you have time of course.”
“I’d love to.” Nicky smiled at him. “It’s Valentine’s Day, right?”
Uruha rolled his eyes and smirked. “No, I’m not asking you out for a date, just for dinner, silly.”
“Whatever, let’s go. I’m starving already.”
~~~~~~
February 15th 2009
There was no alarm clock waking him this morning, he just woke up after he had slept enough. And like every morning he would hug his blanket and pillow while squeezing his eyes tight shut once more. It could have been a morning like every morning so far, the difference was that his pillow and blanket usually didn’t smell of Escada perfume, as well as his pillow usually wouldn’t mewl when he squeezed it tightly.
His eyes popped open in no time as he finally realised that he was a) buttnekkid and b) not alone in his bed. He looked even more surprised as he saw a pair of blue eyes watching him.
“Um… hi there…” he mumbled and let his head sink deeper into the pillow once more. Maybe he was just dreaming. Uruha wasn’t that type of guy to have sex with someone he barely knew. Or someone where he knew that someone would be out of his life in a couple of weeks for that matter.
“You’re still crushing me, Uruha…”
“Sorry.” he said with a forgiving smile and loosened his grip a little. “Breakfast?”
She yawned and nuzzled up against his chest. “I’m not quite sure…”
“Okay…”
“Yesterday has been really nice…”
“That’s true…”
“The nicest Valentine’s Day I ever experienced… It just adds to the reasons why I’d like to stay in Japan and not leave here…”
“Then don’t…” Uruha said only a heartbeat after she had finished that sentence. He didn’t know why, he wanted her to stay, just to see how things would evolve for them.
“It’s not that easy though…”
“Give it a try…” he continued on and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.
“Uruha, I… I don’t even know you… I can’t just throw my plans and my new job overboard for you…” Nicky said and detached herself from his grasp. “You’ve got to understand that…”
“I see…”
“Let’s just… um… enjoy the time we have left…” she whispered and leaned over him to ghost a kiss onto his lips. “Okay…?”
A little hesitant still he nodded and closed his eyes. “I know why I don’t like Valentine’s Day…”
A/N: This was made from the scratch, pun intended (but failed I think XD), I don’t even know if it’s as funny as my tired mind tells me it is, so please bear with me XD I find it hard enough to be funny in my mother tongue so it’s even harder to write humour in English ^^
Okay, and the end wasn’t funny at all… Aaaaaand this was planned to be a one-shot, but I feel like adding a little more to it… Not sure. I don’t want to leave Uruha hanging like this…^^”
And yes, the title sucks, I KNOW! XD
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Author: fffriction1984 (tbsupervillains )
Chapters: 1/3
Genre: het, romance, lame attempt at humour in the beginning, slightly dramatic up to the end...
Warnings: English is not my first language
Rating: PG-13/NC-17, depending on the chapters
Pairings/Characters: Uruha x OFC
Synopsis: Uruha took a look around to see if there was anybody standing behind him Reita could’ve meant perhaps, sadly there wasn’t anyone. “Me? A date? I hadn’t had a date in a lifetime, Rei!”
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone not yet, but I'm still in negotiations, but the idea is mine, BWA HAHAHAHA HAAAA!
February 14th 2009, Valentine’s Day, 10.13 am., the alarm clock went off for the third time already.
Uruha groaned in discomfort, punched the snooze-button once more and turned around, hugging the pillow and blanket close to his chest. He didn’t want to get up. Not today. He wanted to sleep the whole day through so he wouldn’t have to face tons of chocolate and love letter fans sent to him, so he wouldn’t have to stand the mocking of his bandmates all day long, like they mocked him every year on Valentine’s Day. Every year Aoi would greet him with “ne, you get so much chocolate every year, yet you’re still bony like a wash board”. Uruha had gotten so tired of this…
His clock already displayed 10.54 am when he finally got up. With sleepy eyes and a yawn he padded into the bathroom to have a shower, he was late already, there was no use in hurrying up anymore. If he was late, he was REALLY late, not only 20 minutes, no, Uruha decided to make his appearance two hours after the agreed time.
“Now don’t you look hot today?” he teased his reflection in the mirror while he was towelling off his hair not much later. He grimaced at his reflection and checked his face on possible wrinkles. Luckily there were none, none except really slight lines at the edges of his eyes, but he wouldn’t call those thin lines wrinkles.
He brushed his teeth, blow-dried his hair and wandered back into his bedroom ever so slowly; he had his own pace as usual. After putting clothes on he checked his reflection once more in the large mirror attached to his closet. He didn’t look that bad after all, he thought. With a shrug of his shoulders he finally left for the studio.
~~~~~
“Oh, happy Valentine’s!” Ruki purred as Uruha made his entry to the studio they would be occupying that day. “Seems like you had an extra portion of beauty sleep tonight to celebrate that wonderful day.”
“Ruki, let the man breathe!” Kai snickered and plucked the short vocalist off of Uruha.
The next second Aoi decided to shower his fellow guitarist with chocolate and love letters as he had sat down on a chair. “Isn’t this beautiful? Ruha, they love you so much, and you don’t even eat chocolate. You should really learn to value what the fans are doing for you!”
Uruha rolled his eyes and freed himself from the chocolate bars and envelopes. “I’m valuing it, don’t worry. But you know what chocolate would do to this perfect body.”
“You’re an asshole, Uruha. You could be eating all day long and you wouldn’t gain a single pound, so fuck you and appreciate this.”
In the meanwhile Reita was rolling on the floor, dying of laughter, flailing his arms in a desperate manner as he tried to catch his breath.
“Aaaah, all these perfumed letters, that’s so lovely. I wished I would get so much like you do.” Aoi whined and sighed. “Do you mind if I read some of them?”
“Go ahead, asswipe…” Uruha muttered and rolled his eyes once more.
Finally the bassist regained his composure and walked up to his friend. “Ne, what’s bitten you today?”
“Nothing.”
“You mean nothing else than it’s Valentine’s Day?”
“Exactly… So, would you fill me in? What did I miss while I was still lying in bed?”
“Not that much, we haven’t really started working yet, because Aoi is so dazzled by these letters and chocolate, Ruki seems to be out of his mind as well and Kai is just bouncing around every once in a while. Seriously… I think Kai is slowly going crazy by now…” the blonde bassist whispered and searched his pockets for his cigarettes.
“Nuh-huh, I’m not dazzled, I’m just romantic.” the black haired guitarist chimed in all of a sudden and spun around like a ballet dancer before pressing a love letter that was addressed to him to his heart. “I can feel the love!”
“We should test him on drug-abuse, remind me of that, Ruha…” Reita snickered.
“Sure thing. So are we going to get working today at any time? If not I can go back home and hide in my shelter.” Uruha said and looked pleadingly.
“What? You’re here already, so you can also stay, can’t you?”
“Sure, but… I don’t want Valentine’s to get me, is all. Can’t you understand?”
“W-wait, do you have a date or anything?”
Uruha took a look around to see if there was anybody standing behind him Reita could’ve meant perhaps, sadly there wasn’t anyone. “Me? A date? I hadn’t had a date in a lifetime, Rei!”
“Then you should really try to date someone. And now’s the perfect time, don’t you think? All the women have heart shaped eyes today, just go and grab your chance.” the bassist chuckled and patted his best friends shoulder.
“If you put it like this…” Uruha replied and grinned. Even if he wasn’t dating anyone, if it meant he could leave the studio as fast as he got there, it was the perfect opportunity. “Well then, see you on Monday.”
“Seriously, Ruha, you need to get laid. Work on it! Promise that to me!” Reita demanded and held up his right pinky finger for Uruha to hook his in. The guitarist complied with a lopsided grin, hooked his little finger to Reita’s and left without any more words, leaving his bandmates in their Valentine’s-dream-like state of mind.
All of a sudden this day turned out to be not that bad after all. Okay, maybe it was crazy and rash to think like this, but he really wanted to believe that February 14th 2009 wouldn’t be as bad as all Valentine’s Days before. He would just go home and settle himself in front of the TV, watching the news and a movie, then have dinner, watch another movie and go to bed early, the earlier he went to bed, the earlier would this day come to an end.
But then again, just as he pulled into the parking lot in front of his apartment building, all the bad luck he had saved from the day before - Friday 13th as a fact - came down upon him. He had been so lost in his thoughts and considerations which movies could be interesting for him, that he didn’t notice a woman running into his car.
“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he screamed and unfastened his seatbelt quickly to jump out of the car. He ran towards the woman lying on the ground before his car. “Are you alright?” he asked before noticing that lady was a foreigner - her hair was light brown and her eyes were blue - who probably didn’t even understand what he was saying. He scanned his brain for any English words he could use to ask her if she felt any pain or anything. “You… okay…?” It sounded English enough in his ears and luckily she nodded. Uruha offered her a hand to help her get up on her feet again. “A… Ambulance call…?”
“You can speak Japanese, it’s alright.” she said and it stunned Uruha to the maximum. “I understand just fine.”
“Oh. Okay. Does it hurt?” he asked and pointed one finger to her left wrist that already appeared to be bruised.
“A little…”
“Shall I take you to the hospital or something? It looks rather painful.”
“That won’t be necessary, but I’d like to wash the dirt of my hands though.” she said after taking a look at her hands and clothes. It had been raining the whole morning and she had landed right in a puddle of water on the ground, her clothes were stained and partially wet.
“Okay, just let me park the car and then you… you can come up to my apartment, if that’s alright with you.”
Two minutes later Uruha unlocked his apartment door, the lady, with no name yet, followed him and put off her shoes just like he did.
“The bathroom is over there.” Uruha uttered with a blush as he noticed how messy his apartment really was. As soon as she had closed the bathroom door behind her he hurried through his apato to get it a little cleaner, at least a little bit, what meant he picked up various items of clothes that were strewn everywhere as well as taking some plates and cups into the kitchen as fast as he could. It was rather embarrassing his apartment always used to be in such a messy condition, he could never ever invite someone over spontaneously because he knew how his apato made him look more than just a little… bad.
And although he didn’t even know her name or where she was headed before running into his car he put a kettle onto the stove to boil up some water for tea. After a while he softly knocked the bathroom door. “Are you okay in there?”
She pulled the door open and nodded. “Do you have a band-aid for me? I think I need to fix this.” she said and displayed her bleeding knuckles to him.
“Sure, follow me.” He walked her into the kitchen. “Sit down please.” -Where the hell are these band-aids…?- Uruha wrinkled his forehead and started searching the cupboards and drawers for that box of plasters he had bought not so long ago. As he had found them the tea was ready. Without even asking if she wanted a cup he placed one on the table in front of her and handed her some disinfectants as well. “Ah, let me help you with that…” Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that a little smile had crept onto her face, a really nice smile, so he was sure she wasn’t angry with him. It has been her running into his car, not him just driving into her anyway, right?
“I’m Nicky by the way.”
He stopped putting plasters onto her injured hand and looked up at her face. “Huh?” As their eyes met Uruha nearly shuddered. “I… I’m K… Uruha.”
“Isn’t that a girl’s name?”
-She’s smarter than I thought she is!- “That’s true, but… it’s not my real name, so…” he blushed and quickly averted his gaze. “It’s my stage name and everyone’s calling me by it.”
“Stage name? Are you an actor?”
“Musician.”
“Now that’s cool. I already thought you’d look like some guy of a visual kei band.” she smiled. “What’s the name of your band?”
“Is your hand really alright?” he asked once more, trying to change the topic.
“It is. And if not I know where you live so my lawyer can address all correspondence to you directly, Uruha-san.” she said with smirk.
“Oh… I see… But… there’s no need for a lawsuit really…”
“Come on, I was just joking.”
“So, Nicky-san, that’s… um… I guess that will do it.” he said and put the finishing touches onto the last band-aid, then looked at his work.
“Thank you.” she replied with a nod. “And thank you for the tea as well.”
Five minutes later they were already chatting like friends that hadn’t seen each other for quite a while. Uruha came to know that Nicky was a student at the Tokyo Metropolitan University, in a student exchange program of the Yale University. She studied political economics and would soon leave the University and Japan with a Bachelor’s degree if everything went according to plan.
“For how long have you been in Japan now?” Uruha asked and poured her another cup of tea as the sun already set; they’ve spent hours on end with talking.
“Two years. Before that I’ve lived here for five years, before I entered University.”
“And that would explain why you’re so fluent in Japanese.” he smiled and she nodded in response.
“Japan feels like home to me now, that’s why I don’t really want to leave. But I already have a job in America, so I guess my fate is sealed, at least for six months.”
All of a sudden Uruha noticed it was getting late. “Oh my, I totally forgot about the time, I’m sorry… Did you have any business to do before running into my car?”
“No. Why?”
“It’s just… I feel like I have to recover the losses anyway and I thought that… you’d maybe like to go out for dinner with me. Only if you have time of course.”
“I’d love to.” Nicky smiled at him. “It’s Valentine’s Day, right?”
Uruha rolled his eyes and smirked. “No, I’m not asking you out for a date, just for dinner, silly.”
“Whatever, let’s go. I’m starving already.”
~~~~~~
February 15th 2009
There was no alarm clock waking him this morning, he just woke up after he had slept enough. And like every morning he would hug his blanket and pillow while squeezing his eyes tight shut once more. It could have been a morning like every morning so far, the difference was that his pillow and blanket usually didn’t smell of Escada perfume, as well as his pillow usually wouldn’t mewl when he squeezed it tightly.
His eyes popped open in no time as he finally realised that he was a) buttnekkid and b) not alone in his bed. He looked even more surprised as he saw a pair of blue eyes watching him.
“Um… hi there…” he mumbled and let his head sink deeper into the pillow once more. Maybe he was just dreaming. Uruha wasn’t that type of guy to have sex with someone he barely knew. Or someone where he knew that someone would be out of his life in a couple of weeks for that matter.
“You’re still crushing me, Uruha…”
“Sorry.” he said with a forgiving smile and loosened his grip a little. “Breakfast?”
She yawned and nuzzled up against his chest. “I’m not quite sure…”
“Okay…”
“Yesterday has been really nice…”
“That’s true…”
“The nicest Valentine’s Day I ever experienced… It just adds to the reasons why I’d like to stay in Japan and not leave here…”
“Then don’t…” Uruha said only a heartbeat after she had finished that sentence. He didn’t know why, he wanted her to stay, just to see how things would evolve for them.
“It’s not that easy though…”
“Give it a try…” he continued on and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.
“Uruha, I… I don’t even know you… I can’t just throw my plans and my new job overboard for you…” Nicky said and detached herself from his grasp. “You’ve got to understand that…”
“I see…”
“Let’s just… um… enjoy the time we have left…” she whispered and leaned over him to ghost a kiss onto his lips. “Okay…?”
A little hesitant still he nodded and closed his eyes. “I know why I don’t like Valentine’s Day…”
A/N: This was made from the scratch, pun intended (but failed I think XD), I don’t even know if it’s as funny as my tired mind tells me it is, so please bear with me XD I find it hard enough to be funny in my mother tongue so it’s even harder to write humour in English ^^
Okay, and the end wasn’t funny at all… Aaaaaand this was planned to be a one-shot, but I feel like adding a little more to it… Not sure. I don’t want to leave Uruha hanging like this…^^”
And yes, the title sucks, I KNOW! XD
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