AoixUruha - [Oneshot] - I'm Under The Night Sky~
Title; I'm Under The Night Sky~
Pairing; AoixUruha
Genre; Angst/Mindless-Overuse of Thinking
Rating; PG-13; some adult concepts
Author; k_laker (myself)
-Fanfiction Archive-
It wasn't really that cold of a night, staring through the fogged up window of the train leading Uruha to a city he forgot the name of. That was why he didn't bring his favorite sweater or the hand-knitted scarf his grandmother wrapped around him when he was younger and still as foolish. No, not much could fit in his worn, leather drawstring bag pressed close to his chest, clasped close with frail arms that wouldn't let much of anything past them anymore.
'I can't let you do this to me anymore.' His eyes were swollen, red.
'Uru, you know I love you.' But it fell on deaf ears.
Feeling so wrong about this and knowing that it was so right was the one thing that made Uruha collapse into himself. Salty tears trailed out familiar paths on his flawless skin. He didn't even notice them anymore. They were like friends of his that he left in the background, slowly becoming transparent and evaporating from the surface of his thoughts.
---
Shifting beneath the sheets, a thin, strong body slowly breathed. After tossing and turning for what seemed like forever, it awoke to survey the small room. Blearily, it focused on the empty place beside it on the bed. Sheets mussed perfectly, carefully pulled away and left blank. Void.
The only sounds were the hitch of breath, the frenzied pant and jacket zippers, the opening and slamming of doors and the racing of thoughts behind the fringe of raven hair running through the orange lamp-lit streets.
'How can I believe you?' Uruha shouted, face stern, lacking the glint in his eyes.
'It's easy. I promise.' Though Aoi had handed him one too many empty promises on silver platters.
---
As time trickled by, oh so slow, slender fingers drew shapes and words from heated breath on glass. Older women and a small child looked strangely at the man with shocking blonde hair in a sea of brown and black. Maybe not only that, but for the childishness he so openly displayed. Squinting at the pictures that were buried with each exhale, Uruha gave up on the meek entertainment that seemed to make him more depressed.
But what was happiness? What was honesty? Where could you find such a thing? All over again.
It didn't seem possible. Everything was impossible. Irresistible. Inconsistent. Irreplaceable.
"Aoi." Another shaky inhale followed by another exhale of fog.
'You're lying Aoi.' He whispered, closing his eyes in defeat.
'I need you.' Aoi pleaded, clasping Uruha's limp hand.
'Please. Don't do this to me.'
---
Nobody could love Uruha like him. No one could hold his body tighter, read into his feelings better without mouthing a single word. No one could do it like Aoi could. Though, no one could break his heart like Aoi. Not even the slap of feet, pounding away faster than the beating of his heart, could bring him closer to the blonde now. It was like chasing a plane as it floated past with ease as your lungs exploded with the effort of just making it three blocks.
Rounding the corner and arriving at the train station, Aoi looked around at every empty seat, at every train that wasn't stopped there and realized that he was already gone. No way of knowing of how long ago, his figure crouched, curling in on itself. Aoi's hands fisted into his locks of hair as the man who didn't cry, didn't react,-- poured out every color of who he really was onto the pavement to the invisible crowds.
And Uruha wasn't there to see it.
"Don't leave me Uruha.."
---
Connection after connection and Uruha was lost in the train system. Money was trickling away and becoming extinct in the burrows of his pockets and nothing seemed to matter. The scenery of people changed faster and faster and still the night dragged on. Uruha's bare arm was painted with gooseflesh and no warm hands ran over them, no arms circled his waist, no breath nuzzled in the crook of his neck, no soft voice murmured next to his ear.
Even when he closed his eyes, the feelings wouldn't disappear, the hurt wouldn't unknot itself from his stomach and the reasonable in reality was unreasonable.
'You're always lying to me!' Uruha was past breaking things, past beating around the bush.
'Uru, no, I wouldn't..' It was just another lie.
'Then who the fuck is she?!'
'.......' The silence was the loudest thing, the ringing confirmation in his ears.
---
A crack in the concrete was nothing next to the man laying next to it on the platform of the train station. Aoi was in a lovely state of denial. Watching the whisps of browned newspapers and Mac Donald's cups roll by in a haze of unseeing was perfectly distorted. The black jacket sprawled about his shoulders was nothing compared to the cold in his chest, in his throat.
Uruha was nothing to take for granted. Using his emotions, his love was simple but getting sidetracked was something that wasn't in the plan and she never really meant a thing. Reckless. Aoi knew it was. He didn't need to be reminded. He did want to forget, for once and he was doing a damn good job because all he could see through his eyes was Uruha and not the woman who would be well on her way, wondering the streets and alleys.
She meant nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all.
'We're going to be fine...' Aoi's whispered words to Uruha's sleeping face held everything they lacked.
---
Stepping onto the landing, Uruha felt the doors close behind him and the train speed away soundlessly into the night.
"Uruha." He had almost missed his name by the few seconds it took to register that someone was calling him. A dark figure slowly rose from the damp cement beneath his feet. He looked tired. Uruha looked away.
"Uruha wait."
The blonde began to walk away, eyes downcast and determined to stay dry but he was stopped short, a hand on his shoulder before he got more than two steps away. Uruha's body went eerily still, his knuckles whitening around the leather strap of his bag.
"What's there to wait for?" Uruha breathed, a hypocrite to his own words for he was still standing there, waiting for something to happen.
"Me," Aoi whispered lowly and unsteadily.
"What about her?" Aoi was just selfish. A selfish liar.
"There's only you Uruha." And Uruha almost believed it. Almost believed how Aoi sounded like he was actually crying about it. "I only need you. I don't need anyone else to make me realize that I need you more than anything in the world. You're the air I breathe, the blood that rushes through my veins the--"
"Stop it." Uruha cut in thickly, his nose starting to run as his eyes followed suit. "I don't like it when you lie to me and cover it all up with your so-called romantic words."
A choked sob broke the silence that stretched like miles between them, as Aoi's eyes squeezed shut, as his shoulders began to shake and suddenly Uruha was facing Aoi for the fist time that night. Words meant nothing and everything if you looked hard enough and Uruha was just standing, eyes still streaming knowing that he didn't break first this time.
Uruha's slender hand moved to cup Aoi's smooth face, tilting it to face him as he watched Aoi break for the first time and it didn't feel as satisfying as he originally thought it would be.
"Do you want me to tell you that I would die if you left me?" Aoi croaked, his blurred dark eyes focusing in on Uruha's brown orbs.
"Stop." Uruha whispered, moving his thumb across the wetness on his cheek.
"Do you want me to tell you that I'm a liar? That I'm stupid and blind and that I don't deserve you and you need someone better than me. That it was probably best that you left me this way, waiting for you to never come back. That she meant nothing to me, nothing nothing nothing .." and all of the rest seemed to dissolve into incoherent mumbling and short sobs.
"I'm sorry," Uruha whispered, pulling Aoi close and into his arms as their knees sunk to the ground.
"Please..." Aoi sobbed, "..please forgive the liar that I am."
At that moment, Uruha was painted all of the rainbows of color Aoi chose to lock away in his heart and everything seemed to be taped together again haphazardly at the dead of night, as the invisible crowds were emotionless to the scene before them in the deserted train station.
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notes~ that's right. i've found my inspiration again.
Pairing; AoixUruha
Genre; Angst/Mindless-Overuse of Thinking
Rating; PG-13; some adult concepts
Author; k_laker (myself)
-Fanfiction Archive-
It wasn't really that cold of a night, staring through the fogged up window of the train leading Uruha to a city he forgot the name of. That was why he didn't bring his favorite sweater or the hand-knitted scarf his grandmother wrapped around him when he was younger and still as foolish. No, not much could fit in his worn, leather drawstring bag pressed close to his chest, clasped close with frail arms that wouldn't let much of anything past them anymore.
'I can't let you do this to me anymore.' His eyes were swollen, red.
'Uru, you know I love you.' But it fell on deaf ears.
Feeling so wrong about this and knowing that it was so right was the one thing that made Uruha collapse into himself. Salty tears trailed out familiar paths on his flawless skin. He didn't even notice them anymore. They were like friends of his that he left in the background, slowly becoming transparent and evaporating from the surface of his thoughts.
---
Shifting beneath the sheets, a thin, strong body slowly breathed. After tossing and turning for what seemed like forever, it awoke to survey the small room. Blearily, it focused on the empty place beside it on the bed. Sheets mussed perfectly, carefully pulled away and left blank. Void.
The only sounds were the hitch of breath, the frenzied pant and jacket zippers, the opening and slamming of doors and the racing of thoughts behind the fringe of raven hair running through the orange lamp-lit streets.
'How can I believe you?' Uruha shouted, face stern, lacking the glint in his eyes.
'It's easy. I promise.' Though Aoi had handed him one too many empty promises on silver platters.
---
As time trickled by, oh so slow, slender fingers drew shapes and words from heated breath on glass. Older women and a small child looked strangely at the man with shocking blonde hair in a sea of brown and black. Maybe not only that, but for the childishness he so openly displayed. Squinting at the pictures that were buried with each exhale, Uruha gave up on the meek entertainment that seemed to make him more depressed.
But what was happiness? What was honesty? Where could you find such a thing? All over again.
It didn't seem possible. Everything was impossible. Irresistible. Inconsistent. Irreplaceable.
"Aoi." Another shaky inhale followed by another exhale of fog.
'You're lying Aoi.' He whispered, closing his eyes in defeat.
'I need you.' Aoi pleaded, clasping Uruha's limp hand.
'Please. Don't do this to me.'
---
Nobody could love Uruha like him. No one could hold his body tighter, read into his feelings better without mouthing a single word. No one could do it like Aoi could. Though, no one could break his heart like Aoi. Not even the slap of feet, pounding away faster than the beating of his heart, could bring him closer to the blonde now. It was like chasing a plane as it floated past with ease as your lungs exploded with the effort of just making it three blocks.
Rounding the corner and arriving at the train station, Aoi looked around at every empty seat, at every train that wasn't stopped there and realized that he was already gone. No way of knowing of how long ago, his figure crouched, curling in on itself. Aoi's hands fisted into his locks of hair as the man who didn't cry, didn't react,-- poured out every color of who he really was onto the pavement to the invisible crowds.
And Uruha wasn't there to see it.
"Don't leave me Uruha.."
---
Connection after connection and Uruha was lost in the train system. Money was trickling away and becoming extinct in the burrows of his pockets and nothing seemed to matter. The scenery of people changed faster and faster and still the night dragged on. Uruha's bare arm was painted with gooseflesh and no warm hands ran over them, no arms circled his waist, no breath nuzzled in the crook of his neck, no soft voice murmured next to his ear.
Even when he closed his eyes, the feelings wouldn't disappear, the hurt wouldn't unknot itself from his stomach and the reasonable in reality was unreasonable.
'You're always lying to me!' Uruha was past breaking things, past beating around the bush.
'Uru, no, I wouldn't..' It was just another lie.
'Then who the fuck is she?!'
'.......' The silence was the loudest thing, the ringing confirmation in his ears.
---
A crack in the concrete was nothing next to the man laying next to it on the platform of the train station. Aoi was in a lovely state of denial. Watching the whisps of browned newspapers and Mac Donald's cups roll by in a haze of unseeing was perfectly distorted. The black jacket sprawled about his shoulders was nothing compared to the cold in his chest, in his throat.
Uruha was nothing to take for granted. Using his emotions, his love was simple but getting sidetracked was something that wasn't in the plan and she never really meant a thing. Reckless. Aoi knew it was. He didn't need to be reminded. He did want to forget, for once and he was doing a damn good job because all he could see through his eyes was Uruha and not the woman who would be well on her way, wondering the streets and alleys.
She meant nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all.
'We're going to be fine...' Aoi's whispered words to Uruha's sleeping face held everything they lacked.
---
Stepping onto the landing, Uruha felt the doors close behind him and the train speed away soundlessly into the night.
"Uruha." He had almost missed his name by the few seconds it took to register that someone was calling him. A dark figure slowly rose from the damp cement beneath his feet. He looked tired. Uruha looked away.
"Uruha wait."
The blonde began to walk away, eyes downcast and determined to stay dry but he was stopped short, a hand on his shoulder before he got more than two steps away. Uruha's body went eerily still, his knuckles whitening around the leather strap of his bag.
"What's there to wait for?" Uruha breathed, a hypocrite to his own words for he was still standing there, waiting for something to happen.
"Me," Aoi whispered lowly and unsteadily.
"What about her?" Aoi was just selfish. A selfish liar.
"There's only you Uruha." And Uruha almost believed it. Almost believed how Aoi sounded like he was actually crying about it. "I only need you. I don't need anyone else to make me realize that I need you more than anything in the world. You're the air I breathe, the blood that rushes through my veins the--"
"Stop it." Uruha cut in thickly, his nose starting to run as his eyes followed suit. "I don't like it when you lie to me and cover it all up with your so-called romantic words."
A choked sob broke the silence that stretched like miles between them, as Aoi's eyes squeezed shut, as his shoulders began to shake and suddenly Uruha was facing Aoi for the fist time that night. Words meant nothing and everything if you looked hard enough and Uruha was just standing, eyes still streaming knowing that he didn't break first this time.
Uruha's slender hand moved to cup Aoi's smooth face, tilting it to face him as he watched Aoi break for the first time and it didn't feel as satisfying as he originally thought it would be.
"Do you want me to tell you that I would die if you left me?" Aoi croaked, his blurred dark eyes focusing in on Uruha's brown orbs.
"Stop." Uruha whispered, moving his thumb across the wetness on his cheek.
"Do you want me to tell you that I'm a liar? That I'm stupid and blind and that I don't deserve you and you need someone better than me. That it was probably best that you left me this way, waiting for you to never come back. That she meant nothing to me, nothing nothing nothing .." and all of the rest seemed to dissolve into incoherent mumbling and short sobs.
"I'm sorry," Uruha whispered, pulling Aoi close and into his arms as their knees sunk to the ground.
"Please..." Aoi sobbed, "..please forgive the liar that I am."
At that moment, Uruha was painted all of the rainbows of color Aoi chose to lock away in his heart and everything seemed to be taped together again haphazardly at the dead of night, as the invisible crowds were emotionless to the scene before them in the deserted train station.
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notes~ that's right. i've found my inspiration again.