Jun 20, 2011 02:29
The tall blonde guitarist stood bent over panting, with one hand gripping the side of the studio’s door.
Ruki raised a skeptical eyebrow and Kai shrugged.
“What religion do the rain gods belong to!?”
Kai choked and Ruki spluttered out his coffee. Black liquid now stained his maroon velvet notebook and Ruki cursed.
“Fuck you Uruha!”
Uruha though, ignored that comment and tightened his grasp on the wooden door. “This is really important! I need to know so I can pray in the proper language!”
Kai sighed. “What is this all about?” Despite asking that, he had an inkling of what the sudden outburst was all about. Ruki on the other hand, was ripping tissues out of the box and trying to salvage his soaked treasure.
“I need the sky to rain today!”
Gently placing his drumsticks at the side, Kai sighed again. “And why is that so?”
Clearly exasperated, Uruha whined, “That’s because I had a wonderful dream just now and got woken up by Reita’s text! I dreamt that Aoi and I were walking home from practice under the rain in an umbrella! It was awesome. He even had his arm around-“
“Shut the fuck up and ask Reita then!” Ruki spat. The maroon notebook was now a colour that resembled- “Shit! Kai do we have an umbrella here!?” The drummer nodded. Rage took over Ruki and propelled him to grab the newly converted piece of junk and trashed it in the bin.
“Thank god!” Uruha sighed, placing his hand on his chest in relief. “Speaking of which, you guys haven’t answered my question.”
A brief moment of silence passed with Kai blinking and Ruki seething with anger. A metaphorical light bulb lit up.
“The toilet bowl god!”
Ruki gagged. Uruha clapped his hands in delight. “Really Kai!?”
Kai nodded. “That’s the practice in Korea. If you want it to rain, just kneel down in front of one, hug it and pray with all your might.”
Uruha pranced over to Kai and squealed. “Oh my god. Thanks Kai!! I owe you one!”
As Kai smiled and Uruha whipped around to frisk over to the door, Ruki called. “Oh yes Uruha. There’s a crucial point to note.”
The guitarist froze in his tracks and his eyes widened. “What is it? Tell me! Tell me!” Kai tilted his head and looked at the vocalist curiously.
“As with any other form of prayer, you have to make an offering before you start. So you have to give something through your mouth or anus before dunking your head in and pray.”
Raising a long slender finger to his chin, Uruha tapped as he pondered seriously. “So in other words I have to barf or crap?”
The vocalist resumed his spot on the couch. “I suppose you could put it that way.”
Uruha’s eyes gleamed. Wrapping his arms around Ruki and giving him a tight squeeze, he giggled “Thanks Ruki! I’m gonna try it now! Wish me luck both of you!”
And with that, he exited the studio.
Kai stared after the retreating blonde with his jaw agape. “Holy shit.”
The shorter man’s eyes glinted as a smirk curled on his lips. “Exactly.”
A/N: Really random. I have entirely no basis for the toilet bowl god by the way. It was something the tour guide told me when I was in Korea last time hoping for snow to fall. He could have been completely bullshitting. Which I think he was... Right?
band: the gazette,
pairing: uruhaxaoi,
crazycrack: studio