Departure
Title: Departure
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha
Genre: Angst, angst, angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angsty angst, MxM kissing, hints at sex?
Summary: "I just want to hold you one last time."
Disclaimer: Sorry, I have to pay for FADELESS just like everyone else.
Comment: You will kill me for this.
Uruha's eyes were puffy and dry from crying too much, and he wiped his face again as he stared at Aoi who was calmly packing his bags. “Where will you stay?” he whispered, not trusting his voice.
Aoi sighed, closing his eyes briefly as he considered that question. Moving in together four years ago had sounded like a good idea, but now it meant that he had no apartment, no home. “At my sister's.”
Nodding, Uruha went to the bathroom, walking into the shower cabinet and popping open the cap of Aoi's shampoo. He held it to his nose, inhaling the scent that reminded him of Aoi alone. He had been too weak, and look where that got him. His boyfriend was now packing up and getting ready to leave him. They would still see each other every day, they had to since they were still in the same band, but it could never be the same again. For a brief moment, Uruha feared for the GazettE's future, but he knew Aoi wouldn't let their quarrel come in the way of the band.
He would give him that, Aoi was a stubborn bastard when he wanted to, and nothing could stop him from living his dreams.
Aoi buried his hands in the bedsheets, sheets that he had slept on, created music on, made love on. Made love to Uruha, again and again until their bodies were worn out. He would miss waking up to a warm body next to his, hands gently cupping his face, and Aoi nibbled on his lip as he got up, taking the bag with him and going to the hallway.
He stood for a few seconds in the living room. It seemed empty now, about half of the things that had filled it up previously gone. His guitars and amps were still there, he'd have to come back with a bigger van later to pick the rest of it up, but for the time being, he needed time away from everything. Music was his love, his oxygen, his blood, but right now, not even that could excite him.
Aoi drew a shaky breath as a warm cheek pressed itself against his shoulder, Uruha plastering himself to his back. “What are you doing?”
“I just want to hold you one last time.” Aoi heard the quiver in Uruha's voice, and he nodded, even as Uruha's arms circled his waist, and his shirt got moist where Uruha's cheek was resting.
“I need to go,” Aoi mumbled, looking down.
He put on his shoes and grabbed his bags, not wanting to stay longer than he had to, and carried his things into the elevator, pushing the button and looking at his toes. The exit was only a couple floors down, but to Aoi, it felt like eternity. It was the longest elevator ride he had ever taken, and when he got out of it, there was a lump growing in his throat that he couldn't get rid of.
Only when he had gotten everything out of the elevator did he hear the noise. It was distant at first, but soon the unmistakeable sounds of someone sprinting down the stairs was loud enough that it echoed in the empty hall. Reaching the bottom of the staircase, Uruha clasped a hand over his mouth, tears spilling down his neck to drain his shirt as he cried silently.
“I can't do this, Aoi.”
In a second, their lips were joined, Uruha's hands caressing Aoi's face, and they kissed fiercely, spilling their emotions into this one act of desperation.
“I still love you,” Uruha whispered as he looked deep into Aoi's wet eyes. “I always will.”
Aoi held his breath for a few seconds, before he turned around, picking up his suitcase and carrying it out the door.
“Please Aoi,” Uruha begged, wiping his tears even though he knew it was pointless, sobbing into the back of his hand when Aoi ignored him. “Tell me, one last time, that you care as well, that this does affect you, that you're not just some marble statue who doesn't feel.”
Then Aoi did look up at him, his expression one of pity and sorrow, for himself mostly, and his voice shook as he spoke.
“I felt too much.”
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha
Genre: Angst, angst, angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angsty angst, MxM kissing, hints at sex?
Summary: "I just want to hold you one last time."
Disclaimer: Sorry, I have to pay for FADELESS just like everyone else.
Comment: You will kill me for this.
Uruha's eyes were puffy and dry from crying too much, and he wiped his face again as he stared at Aoi who was calmly packing his bags. “Where will you stay?” he whispered, not trusting his voice.
Aoi sighed, closing his eyes briefly as he considered that question. Moving in together four years ago had sounded like a good idea, but now it meant that he had no apartment, no home. “At my sister's.”
Nodding, Uruha went to the bathroom, walking into the shower cabinet and popping open the cap of Aoi's shampoo. He held it to his nose, inhaling the scent that reminded him of Aoi alone. He had been too weak, and look where that got him. His boyfriend was now packing up and getting ready to leave him. They would still see each other every day, they had to since they were still in the same band, but it could never be the same again. For a brief moment, Uruha feared for the GazettE's future, but he knew Aoi wouldn't let their quarrel come in the way of the band.
He would give him that, Aoi was a stubborn bastard when he wanted to, and nothing could stop him from living his dreams.
Aoi buried his hands in the bedsheets, sheets that he had slept on, created music on, made love on. Made love to Uruha, again and again until their bodies were worn out. He would miss waking up to a warm body next to his, hands gently cupping his face, and Aoi nibbled on his lip as he got up, taking the bag with him and going to the hallway.
He stood for a few seconds in the living room. It seemed empty now, about half of the things that had filled it up previously gone. His guitars and amps were still there, he'd have to come back with a bigger van later to pick the rest of it up, but for the time being, he needed time away from everything. Music was his love, his oxygen, his blood, but right now, not even that could excite him.
Aoi drew a shaky breath as a warm cheek pressed itself against his shoulder, Uruha plastering himself to his back. “What are you doing?”
“I just want to hold you one last time.” Aoi heard the quiver in Uruha's voice, and he nodded, even as Uruha's arms circled his waist, and his shirt got moist where Uruha's cheek was resting.
“I need to go,” Aoi mumbled, looking down.
He put on his shoes and grabbed his bags, not wanting to stay longer than he had to, and carried his things into the elevator, pushing the button and looking at his toes. The exit was only a couple floors down, but to Aoi, it felt like eternity. It was the longest elevator ride he had ever taken, and when he got out of it, there was a lump growing in his throat that he couldn't get rid of.
Only when he had gotten everything out of the elevator did he hear the noise. It was distant at first, but soon the unmistakeable sounds of someone sprinting down the stairs was loud enough that it echoed in the empty hall. Reaching the bottom of the staircase, Uruha clasped a hand over his mouth, tears spilling down his neck to drain his shirt as he cried silently.
“I can't do this, Aoi.”
In a second, their lips were joined, Uruha's hands caressing Aoi's face, and they kissed fiercely, spilling their emotions into this one act of desperation.
“I still love you,” Uruha whispered as he looked deep into Aoi's wet eyes. “I always will.”
Aoi held his breath for a few seconds, before he turned around, picking up his suitcase and carrying it out the door.
“Please Aoi,” Uruha begged, wiping his tears even though he knew it was pointless, sobbing into the back of his hand when Aoi ignored him. “Tell me, one last time, that you care as well, that this does affect you, that you're not just some marble statue who doesn't feel.”
Then Aoi did look up at him, his expression one of pity and sorrow, for himself mostly, and his voice shook as he spoke.
“I felt too much.”