604800 seconds
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Genre: Angsty-fluff
Word count: 577
A/N: Written for and posted at the 'Reituki Whateverfest' over at _quaintnotion. Posting it here for archival reasons. May/may not come back and work on it later.
9PM.
"It'll only be for a few days..."
"Take me with you."
"Ru, I'll back before you know it. The plane is boarding now. I'll call you when we land, okay?"
A mumbled agreement as the line disconnected.
Reita was going to America for a week.
One week.
Seven days.
168 hours.
10800 minutes.
604800 seconds.
A week they were going to be thousands of miles apart.
Ruki felt like a fool for being so broken up about it.
Reita didn't want to leave him.
Day 1:
10AM.
Brunet locks unkempt and knotted. Violet tinged circles under dark brown orbs. Sleep was war last night. Shifting to his side, the small man realised he had managed to sprawl out across the vast surface that is his mattress.
Some things about this week would be favourable.
Noon.
The dog thought it a good idea to shit on the bathroom floor. Ruki thought otherwise, especially after squishing it with bare feet. He was going to be late meeting up with Aoi now. Cursing and hollering at the dog, the ravage miniature-of-a-man cleaned the floor up, himself up without losing his breath. It was uncalled for, he knew that, but perhaps he just needed an excuse to use his voice.
4 PM.
Things with Aoi were going just fine until a man in with a leather jacket waited at the stopwalk with the pair. The faint scent of the blackened hide reminded Ruki of the blond who was always with him. It was a warming aroma, it made him feel at home. At this moment though, the scent of leather made him feel alone.
Day 2:
2 AM.
Eyes fixated on the ceiling. It had been 28 hours since Reita was last with him, Ruki counted. He blinked. The room suddenly felt empty.
11:30 AM.
He sat before the table, pen in hand, blank paper staring back at him. Designs were supposed to be constructed.
He just wanted to hear the blonds voice.
Day 3:
7:52 AM
Reita got around to calling him(finally). Ruki felt his heart swell. He smiled again for the first time in two days.
Day 4:
4 AM.
He woke with a rolling stomach and overwhelming nausea.
4:30AM.
Dashing to the bathroom, he heaved into the now soiled porcelain toilet.
The aura of colours making him dizzy.
4:42AM.
Seizing a plush crimson towel from the rack, he fell into a dreamless slumber on the alabaster tile.
The colour red made him think of the one he loved.
Day 5:
6:39 AM.
Colour returned to his face. He could hold some foods down now.
12:18 PM.
He worked in silence. None of the other members bothered questioning him or offering comfort.
Day 6:
144 hours.
8640 minutes.
518400 seconds.
It had been 6 days since they'd last seen each other, 3 since they spoke.
Shutting tears away behind tired lids, Ruki vowed to never look at clocks again.
Day 7:
Late afternoon.
Ruki waited anxiously by the baggage claim, waiting for someone. For him.
His heart nearly stopped when he locked eyes with a tired blond.
His eyes welled with tears when he heard the gentle, warm "Hello".
He was a mixing pot of emotions when the taller man strode towards him.
When a pair of strong arms wrapped around him, soft lips pressing to his head, he smiled maniacally.
When he heard the words "I'm back.", Ruki swore he felt his heart bursting at the seams.
Genre: Angsty-fluff
Word count: 577
A/N: Written for and posted at the 'Reituki Whateverfest' over at _quaintnotion. Posting it here for archival reasons. May/may not come back and work on it later.
9PM.
"It'll only be for a few days..."
"Take me with you."
"Ru, I'll back before you know it. The plane is boarding now. I'll call you when we land, okay?"
A mumbled agreement as the line disconnected.
Reita was going to America for a week.
One week.
Seven days.
168 hours.
10800 minutes.
604800 seconds.
A week they were going to be thousands of miles apart.
Ruki felt like a fool for being so broken up about it.
Reita didn't want to leave him.
Day 1:
10AM.
Brunet locks unkempt and knotted. Violet tinged circles under dark brown orbs. Sleep was war last night. Shifting to his side, the small man realised he had managed to sprawl out across the vast surface that is his mattress.
Some things about this week would be favourable.
Noon.
The dog thought it a good idea to shit on the bathroom floor. Ruki thought otherwise, especially after squishing it with bare feet. He was going to be late meeting up with Aoi now. Cursing and hollering at the dog, the ravage miniature-of-a-man cleaned the floor up, himself up without losing his breath. It was uncalled for, he knew that, but perhaps he just needed an excuse to use his voice.
4 PM.
Things with Aoi were going just fine until a man in with a leather jacket waited at the stopwalk with the pair. The faint scent of the blackened hide reminded Ruki of the blond who was always with him. It was a warming aroma, it made him feel at home. At this moment though, the scent of leather made him feel alone.
Day 2:
2 AM.
Eyes fixated on the ceiling. It had been 28 hours since Reita was last with him, Ruki counted. He blinked. The room suddenly felt empty.
11:30 AM.
He sat before the table, pen in hand, blank paper staring back at him. Designs were supposed to be constructed.
He just wanted to hear the blonds voice.
Day 3:
7:52 AM
Reita got around to calling him(finally). Ruki felt his heart swell. He smiled again for the first time in two days.
Day 4:
4 AM.
He woke with a rolling stomach and overwhelming nausea.
4:30AM.
Dashing to the bathroom, he heaved into the now soiled porcelain toilet.
The aura of colours making him dizzy.
4:42AM.
Seizing a plush crimson towel from the rack, he fell into a dreamless slumber on the alabaster tile.
The colour red made him think of the one he loved.
Day 5:
6:39 AM.
Colour returned to his face. He could hold some foods down now.
12:18 PM.
He worked in silence. None of the other members bothered questioning him or offering comfort.
Day 6:
144 hours.
8640 minutes.
518400 seconds.
It had been 6 days since they'd last seen each other, 3 since they spoke.
Shutting tears away behind tired lids, Ruki vowed to never look at clocks again.
Day 7:
Late afternoon.
Ruki waited anxiously by the baggage claim, waiting for someone. For him.
His heart nearly stopped when he locked eyes with a tired blond.
His eyes welled with tears when he heard the gentle, warm "Hello".
He was a mixing pot of emotions when the taller man strode towards him.
When a pair of strong arms wrapped around him, soft lips pressing to his head, he smiled maniacally.
When he heard the words "I'm back.", Ruki swore he felt his heart bursting at the seams.