Valentine's Day, Chapter 2/3, Uruha x OFC
Title: Valentine's Day
Author: fffriction1984 (tbsupervillains )
Chapters: 2/3
Genre: het, romance,
Warnings: English is not my first language
Rating: PG-13/NC-17, depending on the chapters
Pairings/Characters: Uruha x OFC
Synopsis: "I googled you. Although I have to admit that I would hardly recognise you with all that make up and your hair done properly."
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone not yet, but I'm still in negotiations, but the idea is mine, BWA HAHAHAHA HAAAA!
February 16th 2009, 4.35 pm
Aoi was still in a daze, digging through love letters he received for Valentine’s Day, yet he was the only one with any romantic feelings left. His band mates were moping all over the room, since they had decided to call it a night, although it was still early afternoon, and stopped practicing today. Basically Uruha had insisted on finishing early because he had ‘some serious business’ to do.
“Okay, I’m out. See you tomorrow.” the blonde guitarist said and grabbed his things before dashing out of the studio.
“I think he got laid…” Ruki mumbled to himself.
“What makes you think that?” Kai wanted to know and cocked his head to one side.
“That’s his after-sex-face.” the vocalist explained and shrugged his shoulders.
At the mention of the word ‘sex’ Aoi’s head popped up. “Who had sex?”
“Uruha.”
“No way! Not Uruha!”
“Why not Uruha?” Reita asked and grinned.
“Because he never has sex. And he hates Valentine’s. There’s just no way he got laid on Valentine’s Day for that matter.”
“I’m sure he’ll fill us in sooner or later, don’t worry, Aoi.”
In the meanwhile Uruha jumped into his car and drove off to pick up his girlfriend du jour, literally girlfriend du jour.
He had a large lump in his throat, he was nervous as hell, knowing that she would be gone in about three weeks. At the same time he was sure he had three weeks to convince her to stay. She’d find a job in Japan too, she was fluent in Japanese, and smart as hell. For a moment Uruha had thought he just wanted her to stay because he needed that simple act of giving and taking too much after being single for quite a while already. But he wanted to give it a try, he really did.
The day before, when he woke up and realised what had happened, there was a strange feeling tingling up and down his spine, every touch sent little shocks through his body and he knew he hadn’t felt like this for quite a while already.
On the other hand he was deadly aware of the fact that things might not turn out the way he wanted at all. It was just like she had said, they didn’t even know each other, and for now it could even end on this very day, before it even got started. Just because they spent some hours talking and had sex afterwards didn’t mean they were meant to be together forever.
Uruha tried to shake these thoughts of as he stopped the car close to the University.
When Nicky sat down in his car not much later he bent forward, closed his eyes and puckered his lips, waiting for a simple kiss as a greeting. It took her a few seconds, but finally her lips met his and the tenseness from before finally left his body. He cupped her cheeks and pulled her closer to deepen the kiss, didn’t want her to pull back just now.
“Uruha, I can’t breathe that way.” she snickered and brought some distance between them.
“I’m sorry.” Uruha smiled and stroke her cheek.
“So it’s The GazettE, eh?”
“What?”
“Your band. As you might remember you refused to tell me the name of your band all along.”
“Well, it doesn’t really matter, does it?”
“No.”
“How did you find out after all?”
“Google.”
“Nani?” he laughed.
“I googled you. Although I have to admit that I would hardly recognise you with all that make up and your hair done properly.”
Uruha shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “Shall we get going?”
“Sure, whatever it is you’re up to.”
It pretty much went on like this for the rest of the week; Uruha and Nicky would go out ‘after work’, have dinner, have sex, get to know each other, all these kind of things. All this time Uruha tried to convincing her to stay through the backdoor, mentioning the wonderfulness of Japan and especially Tokyo as often as possible without seeming too obtrusive.
But then suddenly reality came crashing down on him.
~~~~~~
February 22nd 2009, 11.37 pm
“I’ll be leaving earlier than expected.” she told him while putting her clothes back on.
“What do you mean ‘earlier’?”
“In three days.” Nicky stated matter-of-factly and buttoned up her blouse.
“Three days…? And you couldn’t have told me earlier about your plans…?” A disappointed tone clung to his voice as he pushed himself up against the headboard of his bed.
“I’m sorry, but you knew this day would be coming all along…”
“But three days?!”
She crawled back onto the bed and sat down on his lap, cupping his cheeks and looking him deep in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Uruha…” she whispered and placed a tender kiss on his rigid lips. “My new boss sent me an email yesterday, he wants me to start earlier than agreed. There’s nothing I can do, and I don’t want to lose that job before even starting working… Can’t you understand that…?”
“No…”
“I see…” she sighed. “But I want you to know that I’ll surely miss you… And thank you for this wonderful time…”
“You haven’t even passed your final exams yet, Nicky!”
“I did pass them. I got notice today, and that means the exchange program I’m in is running out either way, Uruha. Don’t make such a fuss about it…” she said calmly and reached for her purse on the floor beside the bed. She pulled a piece of paper out and held it in front of his eyes. “That’s my address and telephone number in New York, so… feel free to call or visit or whatever you want to do…”
“You can’t just leave me like this…” he mumbled and placed his hands on her narrow shoulders in favour to pull her closer but Nicky pulled back and wriggled out of his grasp.
“For God’s sake, Uruha… Do you really think this is easy for me?”
“Seems to be easier for you than for me…”
“Uruha…”
“What? You already made your decision…”
“Fine with me…” Nicky sighed and climbed off of his lap and off the bed, then placed the piece of paper with her address on the bedside table. “I take it you don’t want to see me tomorrow then…?”
“Lo and behold, you should better stop that!” Uruha spat out. “What’s the use in seeing you tomorrow? To make it even harder to let you go?!”
“Don’t be such an idiot, seriously… Right now you’re the only one making it harder than necessary, but you don’t notice that, do you?”
He jumped off the bed and glared at her. “Just get out! Leave! The earlier you leave here, the better it is!”
“W… Why are you such a dickhead, Uruha…?”
“Get out!” Uruha said angrily and shoved her purse and her overcoat into her arms. “You’ve had your fun!”
“Fine… I’m leaving on the 25th at 9 pm… If you want to say goodbye or anything…”
A/N: Rather short, huh? And an ending that’s leaving my dear readers (if there are any by now XD) in the open.
Happy end in the third and last chapter y/n?
As always: comments are <3 and motivate me to go on writing. ^^
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Author: fffriction1984 (tbsupervillains )
Chapters: 2/3
Genre: het, romance,
Warnings: English is not my first language
Rating: PG-13/NC-17, depending on the chapters
Pairings/Characters: Uruha x OFC
Synopsis: "I googled you. Although I have to admit that I would hardly recognise you with all that make up and your hair done properly."
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone not yet, but I'm still in negotiations, but the idea is mine, BWA HAHAHAHA HAAAA!
February 16th 2009, 4.35 pm
Aoi was still in a daze, digging through love letters he received for Valentine’s Day, yet he was the only one with any romantic feelings left. His band mates were moping all over the room, since they had decided to call it a night, although it was still early afternoon, and stopped practicing today. Basically Uruha had insisted on finishing early because he had ‘some serious business’ to do.
“Okay, I’m out. See you tomorrow.” the blonde guitarist said and grabbed his things before dashing out of the studio.
“I think he got laid…” Ruki mumbled to himself.
“What makes you think that?” Kai wanted to know and cocked his head to one side.
“That’s his after-sex-face.” the vocalist explained and shrugged his shoulders.
At the mention of the word ‘sex’ Aoi’s head popped up. “Who had sex?”
“Uruha.”
“No way! Not Uruha!”
“Why not Uruha?” Reita asked and grinned.
“Because he never has sex. And he hates Valentine’s. There’s just no way he got laid on Valentine’s Day for that matter.”
“I’m sure he’ll fill us in sooner or later, don’t worry, Aoi.”
In the meanwhile Uruha jumped into his car and drove off to pick up his girlfriend du jour, literally girlfriend du jour.
He had a large lump in his throat, he was nervous as hell, knowing that she would be gone in about three weeks. At the same time he was sure he had three weeks to convince her to stay. She’d find a job in Japan too, she was fluent in Japanese, and smart as hell. For a moment Uruha had thought he just wanted her to stay because he needed that simple act of giving and taking too much after being single for quite a while already. But he wanted to give it a try, he really did.
The day before, when he woke up and realised what had happened, there was a strange feeling tingling up and down his spine, every touch sent little shocks through his body and he knew he hadn’t felt like this for quite a while already.
On the other hand he was deadly aware of the fact that things might not turn out the way he wanted at all. It was just like she had said, they didn’t even know each other, and for now it could even end on this very day, before it even got started. Just because they spent some hours talking and had sex afterwards didn’t mean they were meant to be together forever.
Uruha tried to shake these thoughts of as he stopped the car close to the University.
When Nicky sat down in his car not much later he bent forward, closed his eyes and puckered his lips, waiting for a simple kiss as a greeting. It took her a few seconds, but finally her lips met his and the tenseness from before finally left his body. He cupped her cheeks and pulled her closer to deepen the kiss, didn’t want her to pull back just now.
“Uruha, I can’t breathe that way.” she snickered and brought some distance between them.
“I’m sorry.” Uruha smiled and stroke her cheek.
“So it’s The GazettE, eh?”
“What?”
“Your band. As you might remember you refused to tell me the name of your band all along.”
“Well, it doesn’t really matter, does it?”
“No.”
“How did you find out after all?”
“Google.”
“Nani?” he laughed.
“I googled you. Although I have to admit that I would hardly recognise you with all that make up and your hair done properly.”
Uruha shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “Shall we get going?”
“Sure, whatever it is you’re up to.”
It pretty much went on like this for the rest of the week; Uruha and Nicky would go out ‘after work’, have dinner, have sex, get to know each other, all these kind of things. All this time Uruha tried to convincing her to stay through the backdoor, mentioning the wonderfulness of Japan and especially Tokyo as often as possible without seeming too obtrusive.
But then suddenly reality came crashing down on him.
~~~~~~
February 22nd 2009, 11.37 pm
“I’ll be leaving earlier than expected.” she told him while putting her clothes back on.
“What do you mean ‘earlier’?”
“In three days.” Nicky stated matter-of-factly and buttoned up her blouse.
“Three days…? And you couldn’t have told me earlier about your plans…?” A disappointed tone clung to his voice as he pushed himself up against the headboard of his bed.
“I’m sorry, but you knew this day would be coming all along…”
“But three days?!”
She crawled back onto the bed and sat down on his lap, cupping his cheeks and looking him deep in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Uruha…” she whispered and placed a tender kiss on his rigid lips. “My new boss sent me an email yesterday, he wants me to start earlier than agreed. There’s nothing I can do, and I don’t want to lose that job before even starting working… Can’t you understand that…?”
“No…”
“I see…” she sighed. “But I want you to know that I’ll surely miss you… And thank you for this wonderful time…”
“You haven’t even passed your final exams yet, Nicky!”
“I did pass them. I got notice today, and that means the exchange program I’m in is running out either way, Uruha. Don’t make such a fuss about it…” she said calmly and reached for her purse on the floor beside the bed. She pulled a piece of paper out and held it in front of his eyes. “That’s my address and telephone number in New York, so… feel free to call or visit or whatever you want to do…”
“You can’t just leave me like this…” he mumbled and placed his hands on her narrow shoulders in favour to pull her closer but Nicky pulled back and wriggled out of his grasp.
“For God’s sake, Uruha… Do you really think this is easy for me?”
“Seems to be easier for you than for me…”
“Uruha…”
“What? You already made your decision…”
“Fine with me…” Nicky sighed and climbed off of his lap and off the bed, then placed the piece of paper with her address on the bedside table. “I take it you don’t want to see me tomorrow then…?”
“Lo and behold, you should better stop that!” Uruha spat out. “What’s the use in seeing you tomorrow? To make it even harder to let you go?!”
“Don’t be such an idiot, seriously… Right now you’re the only one making it harder than necessary, but you don’t notice that, do you?”
He jumped off the bed and glared at her. “Just get out! Leave! The earlier you leave here, the better it is!”
“W… Why are you such a dickhead, Uruha…?”
“Get out!” Uruha said angrily and shoved her purse and her overcoat into her arms. “You’ve had your fun!”
“Fine… I’m leaving on the 25th at 9 pm… If you want to say goodbye or anything…”
A/N: Rather short, huh? And an ending that’s leaving my dear readers (if there are any by now XD) in the open.
Happy end in the third and last chapter y/n?
As always: comments are <3 and motivate me to go on writing. ^^
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