[fic] Confessions
Title: Confessions
Chapters: oneshot
Author: sabersenshi
Set and Theme: C/ Destroyed
Band(s): GazettE
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Rating: PG
Warnings: fluff, mostly.
Summary: show time! Like the title says…confessions…
Disclaimer: *sniffles* They're Not Mine.
Notes: Written for j10_ways.
Let’s see… how’s it go?
The Line, Tempt Me 1 & 2, Safe Sex, Lick me.., Playing Games, then this one.
Reita’s POV
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Ruki opens the door, letting me into his place.
I’m not looking forward to this.
I’m afraid that things aren’t going to go well.
He takes my coat, hanging it up for me.
I almost smile at that.
Thinking what a good little housewife he’ll make.
I follow him to the living room, sitting on the couch as he goes to get me a can of soda.
I take a deep breath.
Steeling myself for what’s to come.
I’d decided it was time.
Time to tell him how I feel.
And chance losing him forever.
I do smile as he hands me my drink.
He’s so cute.
I know he hates it when someone calls him that.
But he really is.
“Don’t turn on the TV. I need to talk to you.”
He turns my way.
Surprise clearly on his face.
Along with something else.
I’m not sure what to call it.
Caution, maybe.
I clear my throat.
“It’s about us. Or actually me. I probably should’ve told you this sooner. But I just couldn’t.”
He’s staring at me, eyes wide.
I hate what I’m about to do.
I take his hand.
“We’ve been friends for a long time, haven’t we?”
He nods, still looking unsure.
“Somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you.”
He sits back.
Looking a little confused.
But what did I expect?
Him to jump for joy?
Not likely.
Now I just need to put his mind at ease.
“I don’t expect you to feel the same way. I just thought you should know. That’s all.”
I stand up, moving towards the door.
Slipping my shoes back on, I reach for my coat.
Stopping to look back at Ruki.
He’s still sitting there, a shocked look on his face.
Sighing, I leave his apartment.
Slowly making my way to the street.
I tuck my hands into my coat.
Wondering why I’m surprised.
What had I expected?
For him to tell me he loves me, too?
That’s just wishful thinking.
But still.
It could’ve gone better.
He didn’t say anything.
And that’s got me worried.
Can we still be friends?
Or did I just ruin that, too?
Yeah, me.
Because I felt I had to tell him the truth.
There is no one else to blame.
It could be the end of everything.
And I destroyed it myself.
Giving myself a mental shake, I head for my car.
~~
*Ruki’s POV*
I can’t believe what I’d just heard.
Rei said he loves me.
I guess Miyavi was wrong.
He did confess first.
And that thought snaps me out of it.
I look around, wondering how long I was sitting here like an idiot.
That’s when I realize that he left.
Cursing myself for being more than a fool, I jump up to go after him.
I reach the buildings door faster than I ever have before.
Quickly searching for Rei’s car.
I spot it, him just getting in.
I race over, trying to get to him before he can leave.
Putting my hands on the hood to brace myself, I look thru the windshield.
Rei looks up, surprised to find someone there.
“Ruki?” his voice drifts to me.
“Come back,” is all I can manage.
But I guess it’s enough, as he gets out of the car.
“What is it?” he asks, walking up to me.
“Don’t leave, please.”
And I throw myself in his arms.
“I love you so much,” I whisper into his chest.
And then he’s lifting my face.
“Say that again.”
Looking into his eyes I repeat myself. This time clearly.
“I love you, Rei. So much.”
~~
*Reita’s POV*
Later, as we cuddle on the couch, he pulls back.
Looking at me strangely.
“What?” I ask.
“What happened today? At practice. You started acting weird.”
“Oh that. I saw you with Miyavi.”
“What?” he almost squeaks.
I shrug.
“Did you hear us?”
“No. Why?”
He giggles.
“He was giving me advice about you. Told me I needed to tell you that I love you. That’s why.”
”Oh. Damn. I wish I’d heard. Then I wouldn’t have jumped to the wrong conclusion.”
“Huh?”
“I thought that Miyavi was, well, making a move on you.”
“Is that why you told me?”
“One of the reasons. I’ve been trying to work up the courage for a while.”
“I’m glad, then, that you didn’t hear what Miyavi was saying. Cuz I would’ve fumbled thru it. It wouldn’t have sounded nearly as nice as how you said it.”
“I don’t believe that,” I scoffed. “You write amazing lyrics. I’m sure yours would’ve sounded way better.”
He was shaking his head.
“What does writing song lyrics have to do with confessing my love to you? They’re completely different.”
“Really?” I ask, a little surprised by that.
“Duh. Song lyrics just have to sound good. Maybe paint a picture for the listener. Telling you is so much more important. We’re talking about life and death here. Mine. Cuz I can’t imagine what it’d be like not having you with me.”
Smiling, I pull him close.
Rubbing my cheek against his.
“See? That was beautiful,” I tell him.
“Bullshit,” he whispers against my neck.
~~
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