Focus - Chapter 1
Chapter: 1
Pairing(s): Ruki x Uruha (one-sided)
Character(s): Miyavi
Band(s): the GazettE
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Ruki has the biggest crush on one of his classmates and Miyavi helps him obtain his object of affection.
Author's Notes: This is a request for uru_k_22. The title was from a 10 years's song and it's told in Ruki's POV. It's a bit difficult and I hope I can end it on a good note.
Pencil tapping on the desk idly as the second hand ticks away on the face of the clock on the wall, my eyes wander over to the slender blonde sitting toward the front of the classroom. His cheeks slightly puffed as a soft pink bubble forms from his full lips and gradually grows and grows until it popped. A bell faintly rang in the back of my mind and I felt a nudge, suddenly seeing my friend in my view.
“Daydreaming again?” the taller man asked with a bright smile.
I sighed, put away my notebook and textbook in my bag, and forced myself out of my desk. I put the bag on my shoulder and headed out the classroom with my friend trailing behind me. I headed toward my locker and glanced over at the other man.
“When are you gonna ask him out? This is your last year, Ruki,” Miyavi asked, leaning against the locker as he watched me put away my books.
I glanced back at the slender, tall blonde surrounded by a group of juniors and laughing. I shoved my notebook on the top shelf and looked down, saying softly, “I don’t know. I don’t think I’m his type of guy.”
“Well, you’ll have to make yourself his type!” he said with enthusiasm.
Looking back at him, I suddenly melted at the sight of his smile brightening the hallway and watched his current interest break through the crowd and draped his arm around the blonde’s shoulders.
“Look at him. He’s so smooth and cool, a real rebel.”
“Rebels are so overrated, Ruki.”
“But he drives a motorcycle and he takes risks. I’m nothing like that.”
“You don’t want to be like that. He’s failed twice. He might never leave high school,” Miyavi reminded.
I sighed and looked in the mirror of my locker door. I bit my lip at my plain appearance, messing a bit with my black locks and adjusting my glasses. I brushed off my shirt, grabbed the paper bag, and shut my locker. “Let’s just eat,” I said, heading off to the roof.
Miyavi followed alongside, keeping the smile on his face, and suggested, “If you really want to get his attention, you need to make yourself stand out.”
“Even if I change my appearance, I’ll still be the same dorky science nerd on the inside, Meev,” I stated, walking up the stairs.
“I’m sure you have something in common with him. We just have to analyze his likes and dislikes and use that to your advantage.”
“I don’t know.”
“Ruki~ This is your last chance to be with the guy you like before you go off to university. You need to be more confident and take a risk. The worse he can do is say ‘no’.”
“True...” I sighed, heading toward our usual spot. I put my bag next to the bench and took a seat, sitting the brown paper bag on my lap.
Miyavi sat next to me, dug through his pin covered backpack, and pulled out a bag of chips and a drink. He put the bottle next to him and took out his mp3 player. He stuck the earphones and bopped to whatever was playing as he ate.
I smiled at him a bit, took out my sandwich, and started eating. I glanced up at the sound of the door opening and noticed my crush step onto the roof with his “boyfriend”. I always was confused about that blonde beauty’s relationships. He never kept his male interest for long, so I’ve always assumed that he wasn’t in anything serious. But serious or not, I always felt jealousy hit me every time I saw him with someone else.
~*~
After the final bell rang for us to be dismissed from the building, I immediately headed toward the art room and peeked in, noticing my tall friend clean his brushes in the sink. I smiled a bit and entered the room. I adjusted my backpack on my shoulders and looked around the room at the various paintings on the walls.
“I figured out how to make Uruha notice you,” Miyavi interrupted my thoughts.
“How?” I asked, blinking in confusion.
“I’ll give you a makeover. We can stop at the store, pick up some dye, and I’ll teach you how to win his heart or at least get his attention.”
“Dye?” I raised a brow, feeling a little nervous about Miyavi’s plan.
“Yeah, maybe changing your appearance will boost your confidence,” the other said with a grin while putting away his brushes and tubes of paint.
“How much are you planning to change about my appearance?”
“Well..." Miyavi looked me over and said, “…your hair and maybe modify your uniform some and definitely your presentation.”
“My presentation?” I blinked a bit.
He nodded and zipped up his bag, putting it on his back. “You can look the part as much as you want, but you have to play it just as well as you look or you’ll just be another poser and I know you don’t want that.”
I nodded and sighed, “Yeah, you’re right.”
Pairing(s): Ruki x Uruha (one-sided)
Character(s): Miyavi
Band(s): the GazettE
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Ruki has the biggest crush on one of his classmates and Miyavi helps him obtain his object of affection.
Author's Notes: This is a request for uru_k_22. The title was from a 10 years's song and it's told in Ruki's POV. It's a bit difficult and I hope I can end it on a good note.
Pencil tapping on the desk idly as the second hand ticks away on the face of the clock on the wall, my eyes wander over to the slender blonde sitting toward the front of the classroom. His cheeks slightly puffed as a soft pink bubble forms from his full lips and gradually grows and grows until it popped. A bell faintly rang in the back of my mind and I felt a nudge, suddenly seeing my friend in my view.
“Daydreaming again?” the taller man asked with a bright smile.
I sighed, put away my notebook and textbook in my bag, and forced myself out of my desk. I put the bag on my shoulder and headed out the classroom with my friend trailing behind me. I headed toward my locker and glanced over at the other man.
“When are you gonna ask him out? This is your last year, Ruki,” Miyavi asked, leaning against the locker as he watched me put away my books.
I glanced back at the slender, tall blonde surrounded by a group of juniors and laughing. I shoved my notebook on the top shelf and looked down, saying softly, “I don’t know. I don’t think I’m his type of guy.”
“Well, you’ll have to make yourself his type!” he said with enthusiasm.
Looking back at him, I suddenly melted at the sight of his smile brightening the hallway and watched his current interest break through the crowd and draped his arm around the blonde’s shoulders.
“Look at him. He’s so smooth and cool, a real rebel.”
“Rebels are so overrated, Ruki.”
“But he drives a motorcycle and he takes risks. I’m nothing like that.”
“You don’t want to be like that. He’s failed twice. He might never leave high school,” Miyavi reminded.
I sighed and looked in the mirror of my locker door. I bit my lip at my plain appearance, messing a bit with my black locks and adjusting my glasses. I brushed off my shirt, grabbed the paper bag, and shut my locker. “Let’s just eat,” I said, heading off to the roof.
Miyavi followed alongside, keeping the smile on his face, and suggested, “If you really want to get his attention, you need to make yourself stand out.”
“Even if I change my appearance, I’ll still be the same dorky science nerd on the inside, Meev,” I stated, walking up the stairs.
“I’m sure you have something in common with him. We just have to analyze his likes and dislikes and use that to your advantage.”
“I don’t know.”
“Ruki~ This is your last chance to be with the guy you like before you go off to university. You need to be more confident and take a risk. The worse he can do is say ‘no’.”
“True...” I sighed, heading toward our usual spot. I put my bag next to the bench and took a seat, sitting the brown paper bag on my lap.
Miyavi sat next to me, dug through his pin covered backpack, and pulled out a bag of chips and a drink. He put the bottle next to him and took out his mp3 player. He stuck the earphones and bopped to whatever was playing as he ate.
I smiled at him a bit, took out my sandwich, and started eating. I glanced up at the sound of the door opening and noticed my crush step onto the roof with his “boyfriend”. I always was confused about that blonde beauty’s relationships. He never kept his male interest for long, so I’ve always assumed that he wasn’t in anything serious. But serious or not, I always felt jealousy hit me every time I saw him with someone else.
~*~
After the final bell rang for us to be dismissed from the building, I immediately headed toward the art room and peeked in, noticing my tall friend clean his brushes in the sink. I smiled a bit and entered the room. I adjusted my backpack on my shoulders and looked around the room at the various paintings on the walls.
“I figured out how to make Uruha notice you,” Miyavi interrupted my thoughts.
“How?” I asked, blinking in confusion.
“I’ll give you a makeover. We can stop at the store, pick up some dye, and I’ll teach you how to win his heart or at least get his attention.”
“Dye?” I raised a brow, feeling a little nervous about Miyavi’s plan.
“Yeah, maybe changing your appearance will boost your confidence,” the other said with a grin while putting away his brushes and tubes of paint.
“How much are you planning to change about my appearance?”
“Well..." Miyavi looked me over and said, “…your hair and maybe modify your uniform some and definitely your presentation.”
“My presentation?” I blinked a bit.
He nodded and zipped up his bag, putting it on his back. “You can look the part as much as you want, but you have to play it just as well as you look or you’ll just be another poser and I know you don’t want that.”
I nodded and sighed, “Yeah, you’re right.”