Spoilt
Title: Spoilt
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Characters: Reita, Ruki, Koron
Genre: crack, humor
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: minor swearing
Summary: Reita had only one weakness, and that weakness was Ruki.
Disclaimer: They're drugged and tied up on my bed as I type. And Koron is sleeping in my lap.
Comment: When I came home from the trip my cat came to greet me by the door and for some reason the following question popped into my head; What does Ruki do with Koron while he's on tour?
Reita wasn't well known for pouting. He didn't see himself as a person who pouted a lot of the time. He had never heard anyone tell him to 'stop pouting so much', or 'stop behaving like a child'. Growing up, he'd heard people tell Uruha that from time to time. Uruha had naturally pouty lips, full and big. Uruha had pretty lips, Reita thought, and when he was a child, Uruha would often pout when he didn't get what he wanted. Granted, that was a habit that more or less died out as he got older, but Reita had always found pouting curious, because he never did it himself. Whether it was because of his manly image or just the fact that he rarely cared much about how things were done and whether or not he had any say in them, Reita could never remember having been much of a pouter.
Right now, Reita was pouting so much his lips were starting to feel numb.
Something moved in the corner of his eye, and Reita turned his head slowly to see what it was. Koron was sitting on his hind legs, his little tail wagging back and forth as he cocked his head and pawed at the air while still maintaining his balance. Reita pouted. Koron cocked his head to one side and stared at him. Reita pouted even more.
At last, Reita gave up the battle and sighed, unfolding his arms from where they had been crossed on his chest and got up. He fumbled around in the dark for a while before he found what he was looking for, opening the can and dumping the contents into the small bowl on the floor with a wet sploosh.
“There. Food. Happy now?” Koron replied with what looked to Reita like an evil smirk and padded happily over to munch his food. Reita threw the can in the bin and returned to the couch, sitting back down, crossing his arms over his chest again. And he pouted.
The problem here wasn't Koron. It wasn't Koron's fault, yet Reita had to take his anger out at someone and as it was, Koron was the only one besides him in the dark tour bus. It wasn't Koron's fault, yet Reita hated how he acted like he was the goddamn prince of everything. Most likely because his owner treated him as such.
The real problem here was that diva of a midget papa who spoiled the poor creature. Not all chihuahuas demanded food at one o'clock in the morning, because not all chihuahuas got food at one o'clock in the morning. Most dogs were hushed and told to go back to bed when they woke their masters at one in the morning. Ruki would sleep through a tsunami, a tornado and the third world war, but if Reita tried to wake him, even with coffee and breakfast in bed, he got an alarm clock and a string of curse words hurled after him. But when Koron shoved his cold and wet nose in Ruki's ear at ungodly hours, he was petted and groomed and fed without as much as a complaint from his papa.
The poor dog was spoilt rotten. And it wasn't his fault, so Reita couldn't even be mad at him. Maybe that was the reason why Reita pouted. All in all, it was Ruki's fault, and Reita would yell at him tomorrow for spoiling his dog. If the damn dog wasn't so spoilt, he would have been fine with just staying in a kennel while his papa was on tour. But neither dog nor owner wanted that, and not even Sakai dared say no to Ruki when he wanted something. Because while Uruha sat down and pouted for a couple of hours, Ruki would have an outburst of rage during which he threw everything in sight, microphone, cigarette packs, amplifiers, other expensive sound equipment... He had been pretty close to throwing Uruha's ESP once, and probably would have, too, if Uruha hadn't threatened to burn his entire wardrobe if he hurt his baby.
The smaller a chili is, the hotter. The hottest chilis are usually the smallest. In some way, it must be like that with humans as well, because Ruki was a bundle of explosives. You couldn't even tease him without ending up with a mad midget on your hands, and honestly, nobody wanted that. Not even his manager. And maybe that was why, after a lot of whining and grumbling, Sakai had finally agreed to let Ruki take his dog with him on tour.
The only thing Sakai had forgotten about were hotel rules. Because not even a mad Ruki could change the laws. And when it so happened that they came to a hotel that said 'no dogs allowed', he would turn to the other members with the biggest puppy eyes ever (and Reita suspected that was another thing Koron had learnt from his papa). It was an established fact that Aoi did not like dogs, and if Ruki was the king of the band, then Aoi was the queen. Although not quite as bad as Ruki, Aoi could also have his outbursts when he'd throw lighters at people and yell until he got his will, so Ruki's pleading didn't get to him at all.
Kai, as the bandleader, had certain privileges. Looking back at it, Reita regretted not having volunteered for the job, because the bandleader was guaranteed a bed in the hotel. That left Reita and Uruha, and Ruki knew by now that Uruha was immune to his puppy eyes. No matter how many times Ruki tried, he couldn't bend Uruha to his will because Uruha was one stubborn bastard.
And that was how Reita had ended up sleeping in the tour bus. Again. At this rate he would rather write a letter to the prime minister and beg him to pass a law that said that rock musicians were allowed to let their dogs sleep in the hotel with them. He cursed himself for being so weak. He wasn't normally a weak person, just like he didn't normally pout, but when Ruki turned to him with his pleading eyes and his “My baby can't sleep in the tour bus alone, he's afraid of the dark” (with, mind you, a heavy undertone of “either you're sleeping in the bus or I will spill coffee on your crotch when you're not looking”), he was simply powerless.
Maybe the real problem here wasn't that Koron was spoilt. Maybe the problem wasn't Koron at all. Maybe the whole problem was that Ruki was spoilt. Or rather, that Reita spoiled Ruki.
In the old days, before Gazetto became the GazettE and they got a fanbase big enough to fill all of Tokyo if you gathered them all in one place, the hotels were cheap and they often shared one room between all five of them. It was a regular occurrence that there were only two beds, big enough for two people to sleep in one. As mentioned before, Kai had the first call when it came to sleeping. Aoi and Uruha always shared bed for some reason, and neither would give up their space because when you mixed Aoi's ego and Uruha's stubbornness, an elephant wouldn't be able to move them even a centimetre if they wanted to be where they were. That left one more space on the bed and a sleeping bag on the floor, and that was when Ruki started with his “The draught is so cold, if I sleep on the floor I'll catch the flu and I won't be able to sing.” And of course Reita wouldn't risk his vocalist's voice. His daily bread depended on it, after all. And so Reita always ended up in the sleeping bag on the floor.
In a sense, he had gotten a promotion. After all, the couch was softer than a hotel floor, and he much preferred the bus. But now that they could afford rooms enough, of course the best thing of all would be to plop down a real bed after a tiring concert, relaxing his strained muscles and sore legs. In stead he was ushered into the tour bus, with cans and cans of dog food (ten times more expensive than the regular ones, because of course only the best was good enough for the little prince), a relatively comfortable couch and a clingy dog who insisted on lying on top of his chest and wagging his tail until he fell asleep.
It wasn't Koron's fault that he was spoilt, if anything it was Reita's fault because he spoiled Ruki, but Reita was tired and frustrated and he felt the need to pout at someone and the tour bus didn't have a mirror. Note to self, get a mirror in the bus. Alternatively, stop spoiling Ruki.
Yes, back to Ruki. Tomorrow morning, Reita thought as he lay down on the couch and felt the little bundle of fur settle comfortably on top of him, he would tell Ruki that if he was going to keep insisting on taking his dog with him everywhere, he would have to sleep in the bus himself. It made sense, after all. Ruki's dog, Ruki's responsibility, Ruki's sore back after a night on the couch. Either he could leave the dog with someone else while they were on tour, or he could train the dog to survive on his own at home. Dogs were smart animals, you could train them to do a lot of things. If a dog could fetch a ball, then he could open a can of dog food, right?
It was with fantasies of chihuahuas in aprons bringing him coconuts with little umbrellas and straws in them in his head that Reita fell asleep.
The morning after, Reita was woken up by a knock on the door and a familiar voice calling “Reita? You awake? How's my baby?” He pulled on a pair of pants, picked up the 'baby' so he wouldn't run away and unlocked the door, all the while contemplating the crudest way to yell at Ruki to take his dog and go to hell and get someone else to be its mattress. He pulled the door open violently, fully intending to yell his guts out until his voice was sore.
He was just about to open his mouth when Ruki's face, half hidden behind a huge pair of sunglasses, lit up in ecstasy and he smiled wider than the Joker. “Awwh, hi baby, papa missed you,” he cooed, taking Koron out of Reita's arms and nuzzling him as the little prince wagged his tail and yapped happily. “Did you sleep well? I'm sure you did, Reita's so nice and plushy to lie on, isn't he?” Of course the dog didn't reply, but Ruki smiled nonetheless, turning to Reita with a soft expression. “Thank you so much for taking care of him, Rei. I don't know what I would do without you,” he said and pressed his lips to Reita's cheek briefly.
A month later, there was a mirror hanging in the GazettE's tour bus.
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Characters: Reita, Ruki, Koron
Genre: crack, humor
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: minor swearing
Summary: Reita had only one weakness, and that weakness was Ruki.
Disclaimer: They're drugged and tied up on my bed as I type. And Koron is sleeping in my lap.
Comment: When I came home from the trip my cat came to greet me by the door and for some reason the following question popped into my head; What does Ruki do with Koron while he's on tour?
Reita wasn't well known for pouting. He didn't see himself as a person who pouted a lot of the time. He had never heard anyone tell him to 'stop pouting so much', or 'stop behaving like a child'. Growing up, he'd heard people tell Uruha that from time to time. Uruha had naturally pouty lips, full and big. Uruha had pretty lips, Reita thought, and when he was a child, Uruha would often pout when he didn't get what he wanted. Granted, that was a habit that more or less died out as he got older, but Reita had always found pouting curious, because he never did it himself. Whether it was because of his manly image or just the fact that he rarely cared much about how things were done and whether or not he had any say in them, Reita could never remember having been much of a pouter.
Right now, Reita was pouting so much his lips were starting to feel numb.
Something moved in the corner of his eye, and Reita turned his head slowly to see what it was. Koron was sitting on his hind legs, his little tail wagging back and forth as he cocked his head and pawed at the air while still maintaining his balance. Reita pouted. Koron cocked his head to one side and stared at him. Reita pouted even more.
At last, Reita gave up the battle and sighed, unfolding his arms from where they had been crossed on his chest and got up. He fumbled around in the dark for a while before he found what he was looking for, opening the can and dumping the contents into the small bowl on the floor with a wet sploosh.
“There. Food. Happy now?” Koron replied with what looked to Reita like an evil smirk and padded happily over to munch his food. Reita threw the can in the bin and returned to the couch, sitting back down, crossing his arms over his chest again. And he pouted.
The problem here wasn't Koron. It wasn't Koron's fault, yet Reita had to take his anger out at someone and as it was, Koron was the only one besides him in the dark tour bus. It wasn't Koron's fault, yet Reita hated how he acted like he was the goddamn prince of everything. Most likely because his owner treated him as such.
The real problem here was that diva of a midget papa who spoiled the poor creature. Not all chihuahuas demanded food at one o'clock in the morning, because not all chihuahuas got food at one o'clock in the morning. Most dogs were hushed and told to go back to bed when they woke their masters at one in the morning. Ruki would sleep through a tsunami, a tornado and the third world war, but if Reita tried to wake him, even with coffee and breakfast in bed, he got an alarm clock and a string of curse words hurled after him. But when Koron shoved his cold and wet nose in Ruki's ear at ungodly hours, he was petted and groomed and fed without as much as a complaint from his papa.
The poor dog was spoilt rotten. And it wasn't his fault, so Reita couldn't even be mad at him. Maybe that was the reason why Reita pouted. All in all, it was Ruki's fault, and Reita would yell at him tomorrow for spoiling his dog. If the damn dog wasn't so spoilt, he would have been fine with just staying in a kennel while his papa was on tour. But neither dog nor owner wanted that, and not even Sakai dared say no to Ruki when he wanted something. Because while Uruha sat down and pouted for a couple of hours, Ruki would have an outburst of rage during which he threw everything in sight, microphone, cigarette packs, amplifiers, other expensive sound equipment... He had been pretty close to throwing Uruha's ESP once, and probably would have, too, if Uruha hadn't threatened to burn his entire wardrobe if he hurt his baby.
The smaller a chili is, the hotter. The hottest chilis are usually the smallest. In some way, it must be like that with humans as well, because Ruki was a bundle of explosives. You couldn't even tease him without ending up with a mad midget on your hands, and honestly, nobody wanted that. Not even his manager. And maybe that was why, after a lot of whining and grumbling, Sakai had finally agreed to let Ruki take his dog with him on tour.
The only thing Sakai had forgotten about were hotel rules. Because not even a mad Ruki could change the laws. And when it so happened that they came to a hotel that said 'no dogs allowed', he would turn to the other members with the biggest puppy eyes ever (and Reita suspected that was another thing Koron had learnt from his papa). It was an established fact that Aoi did not like dogs, and if Ruki was the king of the band, then Aoi was the queen. Although not quite as bad as Ruki, Aoi could also have his outbursts when he'd throw lighters at people and yell until he got his will, so Ruki's pleading didn't get to him at all.
Kai, as the bandleader, had certain privileges. Looking back at it, Reita regretted not having volunteered for the job, because the bandleader was guaranteed a bed in the hotel. That left Reita and Uruha, and Ruki knew by now that Uruha was immune to his puppy eyes. No matter how many times Ruki tried, he couldn't bend Uruha to his will because Uruha was one stubborn bastard.
And that was how Reita had ended up sleeping in the tour bus. Again. At this rate he would rather write a letter to the prime minister and beg him to pass a law that said that rock musicians were allowed to let their dogs sleep in the hotel with them. He cursed himself for being so weak. He wasn't normally a weak person, just like he didn't normally pout, but when Ruki turned to him with his pleading eyes and his “My baby can't sleep in the tour bus alone, he's afraid of the dark” (with, mind you, a heavy undertone of “either you're sleeping in the bus or I will spill coffee on your crotch when you're not looking”), he was simply powerless.
Maybe the real problem here wasn't that Koron was spoilt. Maybe the problem wasn't Koron at all. Maybe the whole problem was that Ruki was spoilt. Or rather, that Reita spoiled Ruki.
In the old days, before Gazetto became the GazettE and they got a fanbase big enough to fill all of Tokyo if you gathered them all in one place, the hotels were cheap and they often shared one room between all five of them. It was a regular occurrence that there were only two beds, big enough for two people to sleep in one. As mentioned before, Kai had the first call when it came to sleeping. Aoi and Uruha always shared bed for some reason, and neither would give up their space because when you mixed Aoi's ego and Uruha's stubbornness, an elephant wouldn't be able to move them even a centimetre if they wanted to be where they were. That left one more space on the bed and a sleeping bag on the floor, and that was when Ruki started with his “The draught is so cold, if I sleep on the floor I'll catch the flu and I won't be able to sing.” And of course Reita wouldn't risk his vocalist's voice. His daily bread depended on it, after all. And so Reita always ended up in the sleeping bag on the floor.
In a sense, he had gotten a promotion. After all, the couch was softer than a hotel floor, and he much preferred the bus. But now that they could afford rooms enough, of course the best thing of all would be to plop down a real bed after a tiring concert, relaxing his strained muscles and sore legs. In stead he was ushered into the tour bus, with cans and cans of dog food (ten times more expensive than the regular ones, because of course only the best was good enough for the little prince), a relatively comfortable couch and a clingy dog who insisted on lying on top of his chest and wagging his tail until he fell asleep.
It wasn't Koron's fault that he was spoilt, if anything it was Reita's fault because he spoiled Ruki, but Reita was tired and frustrated and he felt the need to pout at someone and the tour bus didn't have a mirror. Note to self, get a mirror in the bus. Alternatively, stop spoiling Ruki.
Yes, back to Ruki. Tomorrow morning, Reita thought as he lay down on the couch and felt the little bundle of fur settle comfortably on top of him, he would tell Ruki that if he was going to keep insisting on taking his dog with him everywhere, he would have to sleep in the bus himself. It made sense, after all. Ruki's dog, Ruki's responsibility, Ruki's sore back after a night on the couch. Either he could leave the dog with someone else while they were on tour, or he could train the dog to survive on his own at home. Dogs were smart animals, you could train them to do a lot of things. If a dog could fetch a ball, then he could open a can of dog food, right?
It was with fantasies of chihuahuas in aprons bringing him coconuts with little umbrellas and straws in them in his head that Reita fell asleep.
The morning after, Reita was woken up by a knock on the door and a familiar voice calling “Reita? You awake? How's my baby?” He pulled on a pair of pants, picked up the 'baby' so he wouldn't run away and unlocked the door, all the while contemplating the crudest way to yell at Ruki to take his dog and go to hell and get someone else to be its mattress. He pulled the door open violently, fully intending to yell his guts out until his voice was sore.
He was just about to open his mouth when Ruki's face, half hidden behind a huge pair of sunglasses, lit up in ecstasy and he smiled wider than the Joker. “Awwh, hi baby, papa missed you,” he cooed, taking Koron out of Reita's arms and nuzzling him as the little prince wagged his tail and yapped happily. “Did you sleep well? I'm sure you did, Reita's so nice and plushy to lie on, isn't he?” Of course the dog didn't reply, but Ruki smiled nonetheless, turning to Reita with a soft expression. “Thank you so much for taking care of him, Rei. I don't know what I would do without you,” he said and pressed his lips to Reita's cheek briefly.
A month later, there was a mirror hanging in the GazettE's tour bus.