Fic [the GazettE] - "Write Me A Song"
Title: Write Me A Song
Chapters: Oneshot
Author: machete_rose
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Children None
Disclaimer: I do not own the GazettE. Sadness.
Rating: PG
Characters: Ruki, a kid
Synopsis: Who ever thought it would be a good idea to let Ruki babysit a kid?
Comments: I’m stuck on my smut fic so I distracted myself by writing some fluff. It’s short, and comments are much appreciated!
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“Write me a song.” A singsong voice suddenly broke Takanori’s concentration.
“What?” He didn’t even bother looking up from his sketchbook.
“Write me a song.” The voice became more insistent, more demanding. He glanced up briefly to eye its owner wearily before looking back down.
“No.” It was an automatic answer. He had gone through enough situations like this to know that he never wanted to agree to whatever the little devil requested of him.
“Please?” Almost pleading now. Takanori sighed, feeling his resolve waver slightly. Very, very slightly.
“No.” He had to stick to his guns.
“Why not?” And there it was. The pouting.
“Because I said so.” The adult way of reasoning with a child.
“But you always write songs.” Too bad it never worked.
Takanori gazed at the sulky little brat in front of him. Why the heck was he always the one who had to babysit? The kid was cute, there was no doubt about that. Tousled black hair that never seemed to lie flat, always falling over his brow and into those big, round eyes that looked like pools of warm chocolate, with all the innocence one would expect from a young child. And the nose… well, the nose was the splitting image of his father’s.
Takanori smirked inwardly. That was just unfortunate.
“Can you play me a song?” A new request. Chubby little fingers poked curiously at his guitar case, eager to explore the potentially wondrous treasures it might hold.
“No.” He sighed again as that ridiculously cute face fell in disappointment. “Why don’t you ask Uncle Kou to play you something next time you see him?”
Suddenly a little ball of energy was scrambling clumsily into his lap. Takanori almost fell over with the unexpected momentum and was half-tempted to shove the kid back onto the floor. How could something that small be so heavy?
“But I like you better, Uncle Taka!” A round face beamed sunnily up at him, clearly ecstatic about being allowed to sit in his favorite uncle’s lap. God, were children always this… bright? And what the crap, was that glitter in his hair? Takanori had to give it to him though, the kid had taste.
“Nice try, kid. But I ain’t playing a song for you.” Takanori couldn’t allow himself to be won over so easily by mere words and bright smiles.
More pouting. More importantly, however, was the silence. Finally. Maybe the brat would fall asleep and Takanori could finish designing the alb-
“Tell me a story.” Did this kid never shut up?
Takanori sighed for the umpteenth time that night, resigning himself to never escaping this unending torture. Fine. If the kid wanted a story, Takanori would give him a goddamn story.
“There were two men…”
“No, that’s wrong!”
“What do you mean it’s wrong? You don’t even know the story!”
“Stories always start with, ‘once upon a time.’”
Oh dear god. He was going to kill himself.
“Fine. Once upon a time, there were two men. Their names were Ruki and Reita, and they loved each other very, very much. And every night they showed each other their love by f-“
“TAKANORI!”
“Oh, look, daddy’s home.” Takanori got up and unceremoniously dumped the kid onto the floor. Picking up his sketchbook and guitar case, he sauntered over to the doorway with a mocking grin. “Welcome home, Akira, dear.”
“Taka-“
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Stop corrupting your child.” Takanori paused on his way out and looked back at the kid still sitting sullenly on the ground. He sighed as he noticed the unmistakable sheen of tears in his eyes, as though he already missed his uncle. “Later, kid. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
There was that big, toothy smile flashing at him again and Takanori smiled back on the inside. But only a tiny bit.
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Chapters: Oneshot
Author: machete_rose
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Children None
Disclaimer: I do not own the GazettE. Sadness.
Rating: PG
Characters: Ruki, a kid
Synopsis: Who ever thought it would be a good idea to let Ruki babysit a kid?
Comments: I’m stuck on my smut fic so I distracted myself by writing some fluff. It’s short, and comments are much appreciated!
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“Write me a song.” A singsong voice suddenly broke Takanori’s concentration.
“What?” He didn’t even bother looking up from his sketchbook.
“Write me a song.” The voice became more insistent, more demanding. He glanced up briefly to eye its owner wearily before looking back down.
“No.” It was an automatic answer. He had gone through enough situations like this to know that he never wanted to agree to whatever the little devil requested of him.
“Please?” Almost pleading now. Takanori sighed, feeling his resolve waver slightly. Very, very slightly.
“No.” He had to stick to his guns.
“Why not?” And there it was. The pouting.
“Because I said so.” The adult way of reasoning with a child.
“But you always write songs.” Too bad it never worked.
Takanori gazed at the sulky little brat in front of him. Why the heck was he always the one who had to babysit? The kid was cute, there was no doubt about that. Tousled black hair that never seemed to lie flat, always falling over his brow and into those big, round eyes that looked like pools of warm chocolate, with all the innocence one would expect from a young child. And the nose… well, the nose was the splitting image of his father’s.
Takanori smirked inwardly. That was just unfortunate.
“Can you play me a song?” A new request. Chubby little fingers poked curiously at his guitar case, eager to explore the potentially wondrous treasures it might hold.
“No.” He sighed again as that ridiculously cute face fell in disappointment. “Why don’t you ask Uncle Kou to play you something next time you see him?”
Suddenly a little ball of energy was scrambling clumsily into his lap. Takanori almost fell over with the unexpected momentum and was half-tempted to shove the kid back onto the floor. How could something that small be so heavy?
“But I like you better, Uncle Taka!” A round face beamed sunnily up at him, clearly ecstatic about being allowed to sit in his favorite uncle’s lap. God, were children always this… bright? And what the crap, was that glitter in his hair? Takanori had to give it to him though, the kid had taste.
“Nice try, kid. But I ain’t playing a song for you.” Takanori couldn’t allow himself to be won over so easily by mere words and bright smiles.
More pouting. More importantly, however, was the silence. Finally. Maybe the brat would fall asleep and Takanori could finish designing the alb-
“Tell me a story.” Did this kid never shut up?
Takanori sighed for the umpteenth time that night, resigning himself to never escaping this unending torture. Fine. If the kid wanted a story, Takanori would give him a goddamn story.
“There were two men…”
“No, that’s wrong!”
“What do you mean it’s wrong? You don’t even know the story!”
“Stories always start with, ‘once upon a time.’”
Oh dear god. He was going to kill himself.
“Fine. Once upon a time, there were two men. Their names were Ruki and Reita, and they loved each other very, very much. And every night they showed each other their love by f-“
“TAKANORI!”
“Oh, look, daddy’s home.” Takanori got up and unceremoniously dumped the kid onto the floor. Picking up his sketchbook and guitar case, he sauntered over to the doorway with a mocking grin. “Welcome home, Akira, dear.”
“Taka-“
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Stop corrupting your child.” Takanori paused on his way out and looked back at the kid still sitting sullenly on the ground. He sighed as he noticed the unmistakable sheen of tears in his eyes, as though he already missed his uncle. “Later, kid. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
There was that big, toothy smile flashing at him again and Takanori smiled back on the inside. But only a tiny bit.
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