That smoke in the mirror [Uruki - 1/?]
Title: That smoke in the mirror
Chapters: 1/?
Genre: Angst, drama, romance
Warnings: None for this chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the story.
Rating: PG-13 (May change later on)
Band: the GazettE
Pairings: UruhaxRuki
Synopsis: Kouyou's having inner persona conflict, all because of one man, and it's starting to take toll.
Author's note: This is my first multi-chapter fic, so I hope you enjoy it ^^
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There is Uruha. Then there is me.
Uruha is elegant and feminine, passionate about guitar yet quiet when speaking aside from the few, well chosen words. A tease and playful with his wear; occasionally a thigh exposed or a top with a low cut v-neck. A lover of most things alcohol related and easily brings up a few laughs from the group- a smiley, laughing kind of guy. Perfect in every way possible, no matter how you look at him, with his pouty lips and his gleaming eyes as he bounces around the stage within those hyped up times we call concerts.
I- on the other hand- am Kouyou; a complete mismatch to Uruha. I am shy and indecisive, insecure and paranoid. The same looks, with less elegance and femininity within the closed doors of limited privacy. I hate showing the skin of my thighs; I prefer to wear jeans and trousers. I am the kind of guy who stays up late, into the early hours of the morning, just playing video games and being anti-social because he can’t get his mind off worrying thoughts from attempts to sleep. Imperfect with my cuts and bruises from falling far too many times against that dangerous ground we call reality.
If I am broken glass on the pavement, Uruha is a stained glass window, free of scratches and getting even more beautiful as time aged on, simply because he’s still there, glowing like the heavens when the sun shines through. I would either remain as something to be trodden on accidently in the middle of the night or whisked away by a dustpan and brush, escorted into some far-away dump nowhere near home.
Above it all? I am a wimp, afraid of a man much shorter than me.
This man’s name is Ruki- Ruki or Takanori, depending on which side you want to view it all from. A short, stylish man who is artistic and expressive through his beautiful voice and the words he transforms into poetic lyrics scrawled down in the night. His sense of style means that he can pull anything off, and no matter how ridiculous it looks it will still suit him in some way. He can be stubborn and talk too much, but everyone is too used to it to be bothered. He is a workaholic who doesn’t know what to do on his days off.
He and Takanori are back-to-back; joint at the hip; overlapping each other like pages of a book that have been fused together. I can’t see where the edges are blurred, no matter how hard I’ve concentrated on his personality, mannerisms and attitudes in all the years I’ve spent with him. A skill I have tried so hard to even attempt successfully, only to fail.
You see, Takanori is Ruki. Uruha is just a stage persona for me. Uruha is the mask that only makes me more hidden from the world.
That’s what scares me about him; that he has this ability. It’s like magic, to me, that he can blend two once totally different personalities within a matter of a few years until they are exactly alike. There is no Ruki, there is no Takanori. There is no barrier between the two. There is just him.
It’s something I’ve spent a whole lifetime trying to do, even before I knew who Uruha was. I would never be how the fans perceived me; how they imagine me.
Uruha is just the shell; the cathedral with stained glass windows with nothing inside. To the outsider, it is beautiful and holy, albeit controversial, but whatever is inside isn’t of interest and easily discarded.
It is envy. Envy for this persona that despite being hollow and thin, is slowly eating me alive- from inside out. But worst of all, it is starting to show.
Comment to let me know what you think! ♥ Unfortunately I can't say that updates to this fic will be frequent, as my ability to come up with things to write seems to waver a lot, but I'll try my best. Thanks for reading~
Chapters: 1/?
Genre: Angst, drama, romance
Warnings: None for this chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the story.
Rating: PG-13 (May change later on)
Band: the GazettE
Pairings: UruhaxRuki
Synopsis: Kouyou's having inner persona conflict, all because of one man, and it's starting to take toll.
Author's note: This is my first multi-chapter fic, so I hope you enjoy it ^^
Next Chapter >>
There is Uruha. Then there is me.
Uruha is elegant and feminine, passionate about guitar yet quiet when speaking aside from the few, well chosen words. A tease and playful with his wear; occasionally a thigh exposed or a top with a low cut v-neck. A lover of most things alcohol related and easily brings up a few laughs from the group- a smiley, laughing kind of guy. Perfect in every way possible, no matter how you look at him, with his pouty lips and his gleaming eyes as he bounces around the stage within those hyped up times we call concerts.
I- on the other hand- am Kouyou; a complete mismatch to Uruha. I am shy and indecisive, insecure and paranoid. The same looks, with less elegance and femininity within the closed doors of limited privacy. I hate showing the skin of my thighs; I prefer to wear jeans and trousers. I am the kind of guy who stays up late, into the early hours of the morning, just playing video games and being anti-social because he can’t get his mind off worrying thoughts from attempts to sleep. Imperfect with my cuts and bruises from falling far too many times against that dangerous ground we call reality.
If I am broken glass on the pavement, Uruha is a stained glass window, free of scratches and getting even more beautiful as time aged on, simply because he’s still there, glowing like the heavens when the sun shines through. I would either remain as something to be trodden on accidently in the middle of the night or whisked away by a dustpan and brush, escorted into some far-away dump nowhere near home.
Above it all? I am a wimp, afraid of a man much shorter than me.
This man’s name is Ruki- Ruki or Takanori, depending on which side you want to view it all from. A short, stylish man who is artistic and expressive through his beautiful voice and the words he transforms into poetic lyrics scrawled down in the night. His sense of style means that he can pull anything off, and no matter how ridiculous it looks it will still suit him in some way. He can be stubborn and talk too much, but everyone is too used to it to be bothered. He is a workaholic who doesn’t know what to do on his days off.
He and Takanori are back-to-back; joint at the hip; overlapping each other like pages of a book that have been fused together. I can’t see where the edges are blurred, no matter how hard I’ve concentrated on his personality, mannerisms and attitudes in all the years I’ve spent with him. A skill I have tried so hard to even attempt successfully, only to fail.
You see, Takanori is Ruki. Uruha is just a stage persona for me. Uruha is the mask that only makes me more hidden from the world.
That’s what scares me about him; that he has this ability. It’s like magic, to me, that he can blend two once totally different personalities within a matter of a few years until they are exactly alike. There is no Ruki, there is no Takanori. There is no barrier between the two. There is just him.
It’s something I’ve spent a whole lifetime trying to do, even before I knew who Uruha was. I would never be how the fans perceived me; how they imagine me.
Uruha is just the shell; the cathedral with stained glass windows with nothing inside. To the outsider, it is beautiful and holy, albeit controversial, but whatever is inside isn’t of interest and easily discarded.
It is envy. Envy for this persona that despite being hollow and thin, is slowly eating me alive- from inside out. But worst of all, it is starting to show.
Comment to let me know what you think! ♥ Unfortunately I can't say that updates to this fic will be frequent, as my ability to come up with things to write seems to waver a lot, but I'll try my best. Thanks for reading~