Prompt 4: Seme
Title: Seme
Author: pe_gret
Pairing: Uruha x Aoi
Bands Included: The GazettE
Chapter: One-shot; 4 Situation/100 Situations
Genre: Romance; Comedy
Rating: PG
Synopsis: “ Actually, Uru-ducky is my seme.“
Warnings: Fluff
Disclaimer: I don’t own the GazettE yet. ಠ_ಠ
“Morning, Uruha-san.” Aoi said sweetly as Uruha set down his bag with fan mail, popping a cigarette that he promised he wouldn’t smoke into his mouth, but he was growing tired and needed something to relax him a bit. Uruha acknowledged Aoi’s presence with a quick grunt and a slight nod of the head, immediately dumping his pile onto the table and trying to get through it without rushing, even if it could get kind of difficult at times when he was eager to go home.
“Morning, Uruha-san.” Aoi repeated, this time, pulling his own stack of fan mail to the table where Uruha had decorated 3/4ths of the surface with small boxes and big, white envelopes.
“You have your own table, why must you come invade mine?” Uruha mumbled softly, knowing that the bitter words would in no way affect Aoi, much like it did to the other members. Uruha, although easy-going, had those days when he was in no mood to put up with troubles, and one of those troubles was sitting right before him, that stupid grin on his large lips.
“Someone didn’t sleep well, I see.” Aoi stood up and went to get the rest of his fan mail, not obviously getting the hint. “That’s not going to do you any good; you need to sleep. You’re not getting any younger.” He pulled his fan mail onto the table and pulled Uruha’s cigarette from his lips, putting it in between his and taking a drag, not bothering to return it to the owner.
“You’re older than me.” Uruha muttered without much interest, proceeding to open one of the envelopes and pulling out pink paper and a bag with a lock of hair. He did the usual, just looked at the hair and tossed it to the trash can before unfolding the paper and starting to read.
“That is true, but look at me.” Aoi said, almost sure that Uruha wouldn’t look at him, so he took his chin with one hand and pulled his eyes to meet his face. “I’m young. You age faster than I do.”
“Whatever.” Uruha muttered, looking down at the letter and reading the all-too-familiar words. It was the usual fan letter, decorated with hearts and written in silver ink, cutesy cursive and as sweet scent of a perfume that he had smelled before. It talked about the girl’s undying love for Uruha, and how their zodiac was compatible and that they could marry as soon as she finished high school. Uruha didn’t understand why girls were so in love with him, but he didn’t press on the matter too long, closing the letter neatly and stuffing it back into his envelope, setting it aside, making a mental note that it would be the spot where the read fan mail would go.
They sat in silence, both reading their own fan mail and the sounds of crackling paper filling the air every couple of minutes as they put away their letters, keeping just a few on their laps which had particularly very interesting questions that they sought to answer, such as inspiration, tips or things more related to the music and band rather than wanting to get in their pants. The silence and sounds of paper were soothing to Uruha, making feel a lot more relaxed that he had been in the beginning, a small smile pulling on his lips.
It stayed there for a mere 3 minutes when the silence was interrupting by chuckling, the sound of a chair scooting backwards and the warm sensation of having Aoi leaning over his shoulder, pushing a particular letter in front of his face and resting his arm on the other shoulder.
Uruha didn’t need to read the letter, but the words Aoi had been laughing at caught his attention immediately. The whole letter was written in black ink, whereas the words were larger and in pink, a blushing smiley face at each corner.
”Aoi-sama, you should take care of Uru-ducky~ Does it get difficult to be the seme in your relationship all the time?”
Although Uruha didn’t feel impacted by those words at all, what truly bothered him was the roaring laughter that erupted from Aoi’s throat the moment that the other had read it, making kissy noises at him and massaging his head as if he was a princess that needed to be pampered.
“Can you stop?” Uruha said quietly, with that overly deep and serious voice that he always sported when he wasn’t in a good mood. Not that he ever talked loud, but it was these days that it was more difficult to understand him because of the way he a quiet and deep voice didn’t erupt very well.
“Oh, sure, princess uke.” Aoi giggled, pressing a kiss to Uruha’s cheek with earned him a tough push, causing him to stumble backwards slightly, but not enough to fall back and hurt himself. Aoi loved teasing him, that was true, and even if both of them knew about these little rumors going on between them, Aoi got a kick of making Uruha look a lot more girly than he truly was.
Uruha decided that he would ignore him for the remainder of the day, knowing that Aoi was probably planning on teasing him a lot more. It was difficult to ignore him when he was pretty much glued to Uruha, sitting next to him with the seat that he had just pulled closer to him and pressing their knees together.
Aoi smelled sweet, so Uruha didn’t mind being too close to him, but what did bother him in the end was how he wouldn’t stop smiling when he looked at Uruha’s letters. They all had at least one tiny drawing of him hugging ducks in a lovable manner, him dressed up like a ballerina, or him in the cutest chibi form hugging Aoi in desperation of being loved.
“I think that one is how our relationship is.” Aoi pointed at a specially nice drawing of Aoi standing up while Uruha was clinging to his leg in the efforts of getting some attention. Cute blushes on his pale face, a bow in his hair and heart emanating from every part of his body.
“We don’t have a relationship.” Uruha said, scoffing a few seconds before. “We don’t have a relationship and we never will.”
“You’re a really bitter person, when did I ever say I wanted to have a relationship with you?” Aoi tilted his head innocently, placing his hand on his hips with a pout before pointing at the drawing. “Maybe if you acted like that, I would possibly consider even the thought of ever going out with you.”
“Oh, please, Aoi.” Uruha shook his head, he was now the one that was pointing at the drawing. “You are a lot more like the ‘me” in the picture. I guess you just don’t admit that you are the one that is overpowered. Whether it be by me or otherwise.” Uruha rolled his eyes, going back to looking at his fan mail before it was snatched out of his hands. “Eeh?”
“I am not the uke in this relationship.” Aoi said, the pout still not leaving his beautiful lips.
He was kind of hurt that Uruha thought of him as the lower element and it was kind of a sickening feeling. Although Uruha was the solo guitarist, it didn’t mean he was any better than himself, did it? Aoi was still the elder in this relationship, was he not? He pressed his lips together, wanting the disappointment to stop right now.
“We don’t have a relationship!” Uruha rolled his eyes bitterly before picking up some of his mail and going over to stand in the corner so he could read without the other bothering him. And there went what he was running away from, looking at him with pleading eyes and begging him for something that Uruha didn’t understand. “What do you want?”
“I am seme.”
“You wouldn’t be seme if a bunch of 13 year-old drunk boys were thrown at you and you had 10 hours.” Uruha didn’t change his bored expression or his bored tone of voice, and that’s what made Aoi get more aggravated.
“I am seme.” Aoi stared up at Uruha, who was still reading his mail and not wanting to pay attention to the man that was in front of him. He knew that if he bugged Uruha long enough he would be able to get his attention and finally get him to agree to the statement that he was a little unsure about at the moment.
Uruha ignored the other once again, dropping one of his letters to his side and opening up another, which only contained a small card. It wasn’t going to take long to get through, but Uruha wanted to spend a good amount of time on it so he wouldn’t have to peel his eyes from the card that was the excuse for him to not have to talk to Aoi. He read the small note several times before it was snatched in a similar manner as the other one. Uruha was getting ready to break.
“I am seme!” Aoi roared, throwing the letter on the floor in an overly sassy fashion. He was burning with rage by now, but he wasn’t anything compared to Uruha, who now looked like he was getting ready to commit a murder of anything that was before him. Uruha hated arguing, as did he hate fighting, but there was a time when enough was enough, and that was when he couldn’t hold back his anger and it had to be expressed. Not in the most sensitive manner, either.
Aoi backed away the moment Uruha slapped his cheek, which now stung and he responded to with 5 tiny tears and the squeaky “OW!”. Uruha was walking towards him, and now he was terrified of what would happen, because by this time, Aoi knew that he couldn’t possibly be done.
The sound of more paper crumbling along his feet scared him a lot more than it should have, and now Aoi’s eyes were wide and his knees were shaking as Uruha himself made the paper crumble louder, and his glare wouldn’t move away from Aoi’s eyes. Aoi felt his heart sink with desperation the moment that his back was pressed up against the wall and there was nowhere to escape to. He was officially cornered.
“U-uruha…” Aoi squeaked as Uruha pressed his hands on both sides of Aoi’s shoulders, staring him down into his soul which made Aoi want to cry and run away.
Uruha took Aoi’s chin, pulling his face closer to his own and still not turning away, feeling pretty proud of his own acting skills that were driving Aoi into a pit of insanity that he himself couldn’t understand very well. He pulled it so close that their lips were almost touching, there was less than a centimeter of space between their lips.
Uruha watched with curiosity at what Aoi would do, and almost went into a fit of laughter when Aoi closed his eyes and seemed to be wanting to stand on his toes so he could be able to close the space between their lips. He didn’t do anything, just stared at the other until Aoi seemed to realize that Uruha was not intending on kissing him, and now a disappointed pout were covering his lips.
“And you say you are seme?” Uruha said, his voice was now way too amused to hide the fact that he had been messing with Aoi the whole entire time. “Not with that attitude.”
“I am too a seme.” Aoi whined, staring up at Uruha with those eyes that made his stomach tickle from how funny he looked when he did that. Aoi no longer looked scared, but he seemed to be testing out the territory, making sure he didn’t annoy Uruha too much that it would drive him to hit him in the face again.
“If you’re seme, then kiss me.” Uruha looked at him with a smirk covering his lips. Aoi just looked at him with hesitation, feeling uneasy at even trying. “That’s what I thought.”
Uruha backed away and went back to the table where the rest of his fan mail awaited him. He looked completely unaffected by being so close to kissing Aoi, even though Aoi didn’t personally think Uruha liked him in that way, but Aoi himself felt the air was thicker and he couldn’t breathe.
He went back to his table, picking up one of his letter, hoping that he lack of oxygen in his brain wasn’t missing. He looked up at Uruha, who was reading his mail, his lips pressed together. Uruha could be so manly sometimes, and Aoi envied him for his abilities, wishing he could be like that as well.
He looked at him for a few more seconds before Uruha looked up and their eyes met, making Aoi quickly looked down at his letter, a scared look on his face.
Uruha chuckled softly before petting Aoi’s hair and letting his hand linger for a few seconds before going back to looking at his mail. Aoi’s looked down at his letter, not really reading the words on it.
Instead, he smiled because he had a friend like Uruha, who didn’t tease without being teased. One who overlooked embarrassing moments and kept secrets. The one that was the mature one when it came to a situation and didn’t blame anyone but himself. The charming guy with a temper that could withstand 20 crying 2 year olds. That guy was his best friend, the one he looked at with admiration and adoration.
That guy was truly a man.
And for the first time ever, Aoi decided to answer a stupid question made by a fan. He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a small sentence.
”Actually, Uru-ducky is my seme.”
Although he knew he would later regret starting up another Aoiha rumor, he licked a new envelope shut and wrote an address on it, tossing it into his bag. He felt kind of insane, but at the same time, he felt like a new person, having admitted something that wasn’t true. Uruha was a seme, but not his. Deep in the back of his head, Aoi knew that one day, it could be true.
Author’s Note: And another entry ~ I really liked this one. I have been reading a lot of Reituki and Aoiha, all by writer that hasn’t written since 2008, but…she has a cute archive. She inspired me to write something cute. You guys should check her archive out here: spin freeze archive
And about this story idea…I was scrolling through my Tumblr dashboard and I knew I had to write a fic about it the moment I saw it. The post read “I have something to say: I think Aoi is uke with Uruha.~” and it was written by ladyxsiil on Tumblr. Thank you for this wonderful idea, if you are reading this.
Anywho, let me know what you think!
Author: pe_gret
Pairing: Uruha x Aoi
Bands Included: The GazettE
Chapter: One-shot; 4 Situation/100 Situations
Genre: Romance; Comedy
Rating: PG
Synopsis: “ Actually, Uru-ducky is my seme.“
Warnings: Fluff
Disclaimer: I don’t own the GazettE yet. ಠ_ಠ
“Morning, Uruha-san.” Aoi said sweetly as Uruha set down his bag with fan mail, popping a cigarette that he promised he wouldn’t smoke into his mouth, but he was growing tired and needed something to relax him a bit. Uruha acknowledged Aoi’s presence with a quick grunt and a slight nod of the head, immediately dumping his pile onto the table and trying to get through it without rushing, even if it could get kind of difficult at times when he was eager to go home.
“Morning, Uruha-san.” Aoi repeated, this time, pulling his own stack of fan mail to the table where Uruha had decorated 3/4ths of the surface with small boxes and big, white envelopes.
“You have your own table, why must you come invade mine?” Uruha mumbled softly, knowing that the bitter words would in no way affect Aoi, much like it did to the other members. Uruha, although easy-going, had those days when he was in no mood to put up with troubles, and one of those troubles was sitting right before him, that stupid grin on his large lips.
“Someone didn’t sleep well, I see.” Aoi stood up and went to get the rest of his fan mail, not obviously getting the hint. “That’s not going to do you any good; you need to sleep. You’re not getting any younger.” He pulled his fan mail onto the table and pulled Uruha’s cigarette from his lips, putting it in between his and taking a drag, not bothering to return it to the owner.
“You’re older than me.” Uruha muttered without much interest, proceeding to open one of the envelopes and pulling out pink paper and a bag with a lock of hair. He did the usual, just looked at the hair and tossed it to the trash can before unfolding the paper and starting to read.
“That is true, but look at me.” Aoi said, almost sure that Uruha wouldn’t look at him, so he took his chin with one hand and pulled his eyes to meet his face. “I’m young. You age faster than I do.”
“Whatever.” Uruha muttered, looking down at the letter and reading the all-too-familiar words. It was the usual fan letter, decorated with hearts and written in silver ink, cutesy cursive and as sweet scent of a perfume that he had smelled before. It talked about the girl’s undying love for Uruha, and how their zodiac was compatible and that they could marry as soon as she finished high school. Uruha didn’t understand why girls were so in love with him, but he didn’t press on the matter too long, closing the letter neatly and stuffing it back into his envelope, setting it aside, making a mental note that it would be the spot where the read fan mail would go.
They sat in silence, both reading their own fan mail and the sounds of crackling paper filling the air every couple of minutes as they put away their letters, keeping just a few on their laps which had particularly very interesting questions that they sought to answer, such as inspiration, tips or things more related to the music and band rather than wanting to get in their pants. The silence and sounds of paper were soothing to Uruha, making feel a lot more relaxed that he had been in the beginning, a small smile pulling on his lips.
It stayed there for a mere 3 minutes when the silence was interrupting by chuckling, the sound of a chair scooting backwards and the warm sensation of having Aoi leaning over his shoulder, pushing a particular letter in front of his face and resting his arm on the other shoulder.
Uruha didn’t need to read the letter, but the words Aoi had been laughing at caught his attention immediately. The whole letter was written in black ink, whereas the words were larger and in pink, a blushing smiley face at each corner.
”Aoi-sama, you should take care of Uru-ducky~ Does it get difficult to be the seme in your relationship all the time?”
Although Uruha didn’t feel impacted by those words at all, what truly bothered him was the roaring laughter that erupted from Aoi’s throat the moment that the other had read it, making kissy noises at him and massaging his head as if he was a princess that needed to be pampered.
“Can you stop?” Uruha said quietly, with that overly deep and serious voice that he always sported when he wasn’t in a good mood. Not that he ever talked loud, but it was these days that it was more difficult to understand him because of the way he a quiet and deep voice didn’t erupt very well.
“Oh, sure, princess uke.” Aoi giggled, pressing a kiss to Uruha’s cheek with earned him a tough push, causing him to stumble backwards slightly, but not enough to fall back and hurt himself. Aoi loved teasing him, that was true, and even if both of them knew about these little rumors going on between them, Aoi got a kick of making Uruha look a lot more girly than he truly was.
Uruha decided that he would ignore him for the remainder of the day, knowing that Aoi was probably planning on teasing him a lot more. It was difficult to ignore him when he was pretty much glued to Uruha, sitting next to him with the seat that he had just pulled closer to him and pressing their knees together.
Aoi smelled sweet, so Uruha didn’t mind being too close to him, but what did bother him in the end was how he wouldn’t stop smiling when he looked at Uruha’s letters. They all had at least one tiny drawing of him hugging ducks in a lovable manner, him dressed up like a ballerina, or him in the cutest chibi form hugging Aoi in desperation of being loved.
“I think that one is how our relationship is.” Aoi pointed at a specially nice drawing of Aoi standing up while Uruha was clinging to his leg in the efforts of getting some attention. Cute blushes on his pale face, a bow in his hair and heart emanating from every part of his body.
“We don’t have a relationship.” Uruha said, scoffing a few seconds before. “We don’t have a relationship and we never will.”
“You’re a really bitter person, when did I ever say I wanted to have a relationship with you?” Aoi tilted his head innocently, placing his hand on his hips with a pout before pointing at the drawing. “Maybe if you acted like that, I would possibly consider even the thought of ever going out with you.”
“Oh, please, Aoi.” Uruha shook his head, he was now the one that was pointing at the drawing. “You are a lot more like the ‘me” in the picture. I guess you just don’t admit that you are the one that is overpowered. Whether it be by me or otherwise.” Uruha rolled his eyes, going back to looking at his fan mail before it was snatched out of his hands. “Eeh?”
“I am not the uke in this relationship.” Aoi said, the pout still not leaving his beautiful lips.
He was kind of hurt that Uruha thought of him as the lower element and it was kind of a sickening feeling. Although Uruha was the solo guitarist, it didn’t mean he was any better than himself, did it? Aoi was still the elder in this relationship, was he not? He pressed his lips together, wanting the disappointment to stop right now.
“We don’t have a relationship!” Uruha rolled his eyes bitterly before picking up some of his mail and going over to stand in the corner so he could read without the other bothering him. And there went what he was running away from, looking at him with pleading eyes and begging him for something that Uruha didn’t understand. “What do you want?”
“I am seme.”
“You wouldn’t be seme if a bunch of 13 year-old drunk boys were thrown at you and you had 10 hours.” Uruha didn’t change his bored expression or his bored tone of voice, and that’s what made Aoi get more aggravated.
“I am seme.” Aoi stared up at Uruha, who was still reading his mail and not wanting to pay attention to the man that was in front of him. He knew that if he bugged Uruha long enough he would be able to get his attention and finally get him to agree to the statement that he was a little unsure about at the moment.
Uruha ignored the other once again, dropping one of his letters to his side and opening up another, which only contained a small card. It wasn’t going to take long to get through, but Uruha wanted to spend a good amount of time on it so he wouldn’t have to peel his eyes from the card that was the excuse for him to not have to talk to Aoi. He read the small note several times before it was snatched in a similar manner as the other one. Uruha was getting ready to break.
“I am seme!” Aoi roared, throwing the letter on the floor in an overly sassy fashion. He was burning with rage by now, but he wasn’t anything compared to Uruha, who now looked like he was getting ready to commit a murder of anything that was before him. Uruha hated arguing, as did he hate fighting, but there was a time when enough was enough, and that was when he couldn’t hold back his anger and it had to be expressed. Not in the most sensitive manner, either.
Aoi backed away the moment Uruha slapped his cheek, which now stung and he responded to with 5 tiny tears and the squeaky “OW!”. Uruha was walking towards him, and now he was terrified of what would happen, because by this time, Aoi knew that he couldn’t possibly be done.
The sound of more paper crumbling along his feet scared him a lot more than it should have, and now Aoi’s eyes were wide and his knees were shaking as Uruha himself made the paper crumble louder, and his glare wouldn’t move away from Aoi’s eyes. Aoi felt his heart sink with desperation the moment that his back was pressed up against the wall and there was nowhere to escape to. He was officially cornered.
“U-uruha…” Aoi squeaked as Uruha pressed his hands on both sides of Aoi’s shoulders, staring him down into his soul which made Aoi want to cry and run away.
Uruha took Aoi’s chin, pulling his face closer to his own and still not turning away, feeling pretty proud of his own acting skills that were driving Aoi into a pit of insanity that he himself couldn’t understand very well. He pulled it so close that their lips were almost touching, there was less than a centimeter of space between their lips.
Uruha watched with curiosity at what Aoi would do, and almost went into a fit of laughter when Aoi closed his eyes and seemed to be wanting to stand on his toes so he could be able to close the space between their lips. He didn’t do anything, just stared at the other until Aoi seemed to realize that Uruha was not intending on kissing him, and now a disappointed pout were covering his lips.
“And you say you are seme?” Uruha said, his voice was now way too amused to hide the fact that he had been messing with Aoi the whole entire time. “Not with that attitude.”
“I am too a seme.” Aoi whined, staring up at Uruha with those eyes that made his stomach tickle from how funny he looked when he did that. Aoi no longer looked scared, but he seemed to be testing out the territory, making sure he didn’t annoy Uruha too much that it would drive him to hit him in the face again.
“If you’re seme, then kiss me.” Uruha looked at him with a smirk covering his lips. Aoi just looked at him with hesitation, feeling uneasy at even trying. “That’s what I thought.”
Uruha backed away and went back to the table where the rest of his fan mail awaited him. He looked completely unaffected by being so close to kissing Aoi, even though Aoi didn’t personally think Uruha liked him in that way, but Aoi himself felt the air was thicker and he couldn’t breathe.
He went back to his table, picking up one of his letter, hoping that he lack of oxygen in his brain wasn’t missing. He looked up at Uruha, who was reading his mail, his lips pressed together. Uruha could be so manly sometimes, and Aoi envied him for his abilities, wishing he could be like that as well.
He looked at him for a few more seconds before Uruha looked up and their eyes met, making Aoi quickly looked down at his letter, a scared look on his face.
Uruha chuckled softly before petting Aoi’s hair and letting his hand linger for a few seconds before going back to looking at his mail. Aoi’s looked down at his letter, not really reading the words on it.
Instead, he smiled because he had a friend like Uruha, who didn’t tease without being teased. One who overlooked embarrassing moments and kept secrets. The one that was the mature one when it came to a situation and didn’t blame anyone but himself. The charming guy with a temper that could withstand 20 crying 2 year olds. That guy was his best friend, the one he looked at with admiration and adoration.
That guy was truly a man.
And for the first time ever, Aoi decided to answer a stupid question made by a fan. He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a small sentence.
”Actually, Uru-ducky is my seme.”
Although he knew he would later regret starting up another Aoiha rumor, he licked a new envelope shut and wrote an address on it, tossing it into his bag. He felt kind of insane, but at the same time, he felt like a new person, having admitted something that wasn’t true. Uruha was a seme, but not his. Deep in the back of his head, Aoi knew that one day, it could be true.
Author’s Note: And another entry ~ I really liked this one. I have been reading a lot of Reituki and Aoiha, all by writer that hasn’t written since 2008, but…she has a cute archive. She inspired me to write something cute. You guys should check her archive out here: spin freeze archive
And about this story idea…I was scrolling through my Tumblr dashboard and I knew I had to write a fic about it the moment I saw it. The post read “I have something to say: I think Aoi is uke with Uruha.~” and it was written by ladyxsiil on Tumblr. Thank you for this wonderful idea, if you are reading this.
Anywho, let me know what you think!