Reita/Ruki - Fascinating New Thing - PG - Oneshot
Title: Fascinating New Thing
Author:
spinfreeze
Rating: PG (language)
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE, just the story. I'm not making any profit off of this, either.
Synopsis: I'm surprised that you've never been told before that you're lovely and you're perfect and that somebody wants you. ("FNT" by Semisonic)
Comments: I wrote this for my favorite,
rei_cookie, because even though he's 537 years old, wrinkly, and he burps a lot... he'll always be beautiful to me.
As soon as Reita walked into the practice room that morning, Kai scuttled towards him and hurriedly asked, “What took you so long?! Where’s Ruki?! Have you eaten breakfast?!”
“Whoa!” Reita laughed as he held his arms up in front of him in a gesture of surrender. “One question at a time, Mom!”
“What took you so long?!” Kai repeated, moving a step closer to Reita.
“I overslept,” Reita answered with a shrug. “Do you really expect much less from me?”
“No,” Kai agreed and then demanded, “Now where’s Ruki?!”
Shrugging again, Reita answered with a slightly defensive tone, “How should I know?!”
“You two might as well be handcuffed together with the amount of time you spend with each other!” Kai rolled his eyes as he answered.
“He’s right, you know,” Uruha and Aoi said simultaneously from their respective areas as they were busy setting up their gear for practice.
“Shut up!” Reita and Kai shouted together.
“Have you eaten breakfast?!” Kai repeated his third question.
With a raised eyebrow, Reita asked, “Are you going to force-feed me if I say no?”
“Probably,” Kai responded honestly.
“I had a lovely meal consisting of two bowls of rice and a large serving of Miso soup!” Reita replied with a toothy grin. Immediately after his answer, Uruha fell into a coughing fit. (Reita could have sworn he heard “Can’t cook for shit” between coughs.) Turning his attention back to Kai, Reita noticed the look of skepticism plastered across his face.
“That’s a crock of shit, but I’ll let it slide today,” Kai said with a sigh and an eye-roll.
“Great,” Reita retorted dryly and followed with, “Can I set my stuff down now or are we playing another round of 20 Questions?” Kai waved his hand dismissively, so Reita decided it was safe to settle in for the day. As he took off his coat and tossed it on a chair, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Pulling it out, he checked the caller ID and noticed the caller was Ruki.
Flipping his phone open, Reita immediately asked, “Where the fuck are you?!”
“I’m on the train as we speak,” Ruki answered.
Reita chuckled and said, “Ruki, you’re not on the train.”
“I am too! You don’t know!” he shouted.
“I do know! If you were on the train, there would be a lot of background noise, Genius!” Reita retorted. “Learn to lie better!”
“Fine!” Ruki shouted in defeat. “I’m almost on the train. Just tell Kai I’m on my way so he won’t get his panties in a twist.”
“Too late,” Reita answered and then hung up, putting his phone back in his pocket. Turning towards Kai, he said, “Ruki’s on his way.”
“That would be a lot more reassuring if he weren’t already an hour late,” Kai said.
A few minutes passed and finally Ruki walked through the door, tossing his stuff to the side as he said, “Sorry I’m late.” He looked up and noticed his band mates staring at him. “What?” he asked.
“You, uh,” Aoi said and cleared his throat. “You changed your hair again.”
The best way to describe Ruki’s hairstyle was to say he couldn’t decide between cornrows, spikes, or emo-hair. So he just had his hair styled with a combination of the three. Whether from fear of saying the wrong thing, to prevent laughing, or a simple lack of words, everyone remained silent. Finally Reita spoke fondly and said, “Ruki your hairstyles are always insane,” with a chuckle and a shake of his head.
"Ruki!" Kai shouted in aggravation. "I thought we had a discussion about how you weren't supposed to do anything to your hair without a consultation with management!"
"Well, I did consult them!" Ruki defended as he crossed his arms. Kai tilted his head to the side as his eyes bugged out in an oh-really way. Ruki averted his eyes and fidgeted from foot to foot as he mumbled, "I just consulted through a closed door and not to their knowledge."
Hearing Ruki's explanation, Aoi, Reita, and Uruha tried to muffle their laughter, but failed in the end. This only fueled Kai's anger. "That doesn't count!" Kai shouted in frustration.
Ruki whined, "What's wrong with it?! I think it's snazzy!"
Running his hands down the length of his face, following with a sigh, Kai asked, "Did you consider how time-consuming that will be for hair and make-up to construct regularly?"
"Um," Ruki mumbled and then cleared his throat, "No, not really."
"Come on, Kai," Reita said as he walked towards Ruki. "Lighten up a bit. It's like Ruki said. It’s snazzy," he added with a laugh as he tweaked one of Ruki's spikes (which in turn earned him a swat and a "Quit it!" from Ruki).
“Fine! Fine,” Kai caved as he raised both of his hands in the air. “Just consult management with the door open next time, okay?”
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“Here,” Reita said as he offered a helmet to Ruki.
Waving his arms and shaking his head furiously, Ruki said, “Oh no! No way! I am not putting that on!”
Furrowing his brow in confusion and irritation, Reita asked, “Why not?!”
“It’ll mess up my hair! I’ll get helmet head!” Ruki shouted as his eyes bulged.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Reita grunted as he tugged Ruki closer by the waist of his pants. He reached up from his seat on his motorcycle, shoving the helmet onto Ruki’s head and earning an extremely feminine squeak from said party.
“You dick!” Ruki spat, his voice muffled by the helmet.
“JUST GET ON THE BIKE!” Reita yelled, pulling Ruki closer to the bike. Finally submitting, Ruki straddled the seat and latched on to Reita as Reita put on his helmet and then took off towards his apartment.
After pulling into a parking space in the garage for his building and turning off his bike, Reita climbed off and turned to look at Ruki. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the sight that met his eyes. Ruki did indeed suffer from helmet head. “Stop laughing at me!” Ruki said with a pout as he angrily put away the helmet. “This is all your fault, anyway!”
His amusement lingering in the form of a smile, Reita asked, “What would you rather me have done? This is how I drove to work! I’m meant to return home the same way!”
“You could have left your bike at PSC overnight and taken the train with me!”
“Oh, shoot!” Reita said with a snap of his fingers. “I would have done that, but leaving my bike at PCS overnight is JUST below selling my kidneys on the black market on my list of things I’d love to do.” With a harrumph, Ruki climbed off of Reita’s motorcycle and headed in the direction of Reita’s apartment. Rolling his eyes, Reita followed.
Once they finally made it inside Reita’s apartment, Ruki asked, “Do you care if I take a shower? I kind of want to fix my hair.” Ruki explained as he tugged at his hair a little and attempted to flatten it a bit.
“What?” Reita answered with disappointment. “If you take a shower and fix your hair, that’ll take…” he lifted his fingers and attempted to do the math, but gave up and finished with, “FOREVER!”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Ruki snorted. “I’ll just hop in and be done in no time!”
“OR! You’ll take forever and a day, wasting all that time fixing your hair instead of spending it with me!” Reita whined and then trudged towards his couch and sat down with his arms crossed, looking much like a spoiled child who just learned what “no” meant.
“What’s the big deal?!” Ruki asked, moving into Reita’s line of sight and putting his hands on his hips. “I just want to stop looking like I was struck by lightning!”
“But you don't look like you were struck by lightning!” Reita whined even more. “You look cute!”
Ruki’s jaw dropped. Finally able to respond, Ruki said, “Cute?! My hair is sticking up in every direction it SHOULDN’T be sticking up in! I look better when I’ve just woken up!”
Reita stood up from his seat on the couch and walked closer towards Ruki. Rubbing his hands up and down the lengths of Ruki’s upper arms, Reita said, “Ruki you always look fine to me!”
Scrunching his nose, Ruki mumbled discontentedly, “That’s only because you never pay attention.”
Not able to stop his soft laughter, Reita said, “Actually, it’s the exact opposite.”
Tilting his head upwards so he could look at Reita curiously, Ruki asked, “What do you mean it’s the opposite?”
“Well,” Reita answered as he shrugged and let his hands rest on Ruki’s hips, “I always pay attention to you. That’s how I notice that you always look perfect to me.”
Blushing lightly, Ruki quietly asked, “Do you really think so?”
“Of course I do!” Reita replied with a laugh. “Ruki, I don’t care what your hair looks like. It always looks amazing to me. I mean, sure it might be a little messy, but still just as amazing as ever.” Reita watched as Ruki’s cheeks steadily increased in their reddish color. After a minute or so (and after he was sure Ruki’s cheeks had reached their maximum redness adorability) Reita quietly asked, “So does this mean you’ll cuddle and watch a movie with me instead of showering?”
Twisting his lips in contemplation, Ruki thought of his answer. Finally, his thoughtful expression was broken by a massive grin. Nodding his head, Ruki stood on his toes and leaned in to give Reita a peck on the lips. He started to move away from Reita and walk towards the couch, but was stopped as he felt a tugging on his arm. Before he even had time to comprehend what was happening, he felt Reita’s chest pressed against his and a warm pair of arms wrapped around him. The best feeling of all, though, was the feeling of Reita’s soft lips pressed against his.
After a few minutes of sexy-yet-totally-PG-rated kissing, Reita pulled away and said, “You know, I think I saw your picture in a magazine the other day…”
Raising an eyebrow, Ruki replied, “I’m not really surprised. It happens every now and then. Which magazine, though?”
Furrowing his brow in thought, Reita slowly started to shake his head as he answered, “I can’t remember the name of the magazine, but it was definitely in an article titled Hair Don’ts.”
“Typical Reita, to follow up a moment of sweetness with a jackass remark,” Ruki said as he shoved a laughing Reita in the chest.
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A/N: Yeah... I'm still on hiatus. This was inspired by the song "FNT" by Semisonic, but I only have it in .m4a. Otherwise, I would have uploaded it for you guys. Oh, and I apologize ahead of time for replying to comments on my other account (
elasticknights). It's tough managing two accounts T.T
Author:
spinfreeze
Rating: PG (language)
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE, just the story. I'm not making any profit off of this, either.
Synopsis: I'm surprised that you've never been told before that you're lovely and you're perfect and that somebody wants you. ("FNT" by Semisonic)
Comments: I wrote this for my favorite,
rei_cookie, because even though he's 537 years old, wrinkly, and he burps a lot... he'll always be beautiful to me.
As soon as Reita walked into the practice room that morning, Kai scuttled towards him and hurriedly asked, “What took you so long?! Where’s Ruki?! Have you eaten breakfast?!”
“Whoa!” Reita laughed as he held his arms up in front of him in a gesture of surrender. “One question at a time, Mom!”
“What took you so long?!” Kai repeated, moving a step closer to Reita.
“I overslept,” Reita answered with a shrug. “Do you really expect much less from me?”
“No,” Kai agreed and then demanded, “Now where’s Ruki?!”
Shrugging again, Reita answered with a slightly defensive tone, “How should I know?!”
“You two might as well be handcuffed together with the amount of time you spend with each other!” Kai rolled his eyes as he answered.
“He’s right, you know,” Uruha and Aoi said simultaneously from their respective areas as they were busy setting up their gear for practice.
“Shut up!” Reita and Kai shouted together.
“Have you eaten breakfast?!” Kai repeated his third question.
With a raised eyebrow, Reita asked, “Are you going to force-feed me if I say no?”
“Probably,” Kai responded honestly.
“I had a lovely meal consisting of two bowls of rice and a large serving of Miso soup!” Reita replied with a toothy grin. Immediately after his answer, Uruha fell into a coughing fit. (Reita could have sworn he heard “Can’t cook for shit” between coughs.) Turning his attention back to Kai, Reita noticed the look of skepticism plastered across his face.
“That’s a crock of shit, but I’ll let it slide today,” Kai said with a sigh and an eye-roll.
“Great,” Reita retorted dryly and followed with, “Can I set my stuff down now or are we playing another round of 20 Questions?” Kai waved his hand dismissively, so Reita decided it was safe to settle in for the day. As he took off his coat and tossed it on a chair, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Pulling it out, he checked the caller ID and noticed the caller was Ruki.
Flipping his phone open, Reita immediately asked, “Where the fuck are you?!”
“I’m on the train as we speak,” Ruki answered.
Reita chuckled and said, “Ruki, you’re not on the train.”
“I am too! You don’t know!” he shouted.
“I do know! If you were on the train, there would be a lot of background noise, Genius!” Reita retorted. “Learn to lie better!”
“Fine!” Ruki shouted in defeat. “I’m almost on the train. Just tell Kai I’m on my way so he won’t get his panties in a twist.”
“Too late,” Reita answered and then hung up, putting his phone back in his pocket. Turning towards Kai, he said, “Ruki’s on his way.”
“That would be a lot more reassuring if he weren’t already an hour late,” Kai said.
A few minutes passed and finally Ruki walked through the door, tossing his stuff to the side as he said, “Sorry I’m late.” He looked up and noticed his band mates staring at him. “What?” he asked.
“You, uh,” Aoi said and cleared his throat. “You changed your hair again.”
The best way to describe Ruki’s hairstyle was to say he couldn’t decide between cornrows, spikes, or emo-hair. So he just had his hair styled with a combination of the three. Whether from fear of saying the wrong thing, to prevent laughing, or a simple lack of words, everyone remained silent. Finally Reita spoke fondly and said, “Ruki your hairstyles are always insane,” with a chuckle and a shake of his head.
"Ruki!" Kai shouted in aggravation. "I thought we had a discussion about how you weren't supposed to do anything to your hair without a consultation with management!"
"Well, I did consult them!" Ruki defended as he crossed his arms. Kai tilted his head to the side as his eyes bugged out in an oh-really way. Ruki averted his eyes and fidgeted from foot to foot as he mumbled, "I just consulted through a closed door and not to their knowledge."
Hearing Ruki's explanation, Aoi, Reita, and Uruha tried to muffle their laughter, but failed in the end. This only fueled Kai's anger. "That doesn't count!" Kai shouted in frustration.
Ruki whined, "What's wrong with it?! I think it's snazzy!"
Running his hands down the length of his face, following with a sigh, Kai asked, "Did you consider how time-consuming that will be for hair and make-up to construct regularly?"
"Um," Ruki mumbled and then cleared his throat, "No, not really."
"Come on, Kai," Reita said as he walked towards Ruki. "Lighten up a bit. It's like Ruki said. It’s snazzy," he added with a laugh as he tweaked one of Ruki's spikes (which in turn earned him a swat and a "Quit it!" from Ruki).
“Fine! Fine,” Kai caved as he raised both of his hands in the air. “Just consult management with the door open next time, okay?”
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“Here,” Reita said as he offered a helmet to Ruki.
Waving his arms and shaking his head furiously, Ruki said, “Oh no! No way! I am not putting that on!”
Furrowing his brow in confusion and irritation, Reita asked, “Why not?!”
“It’ll mess up my hair! I’ll get helmet head!” Ruki shouted as his eyes bulged.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Reita grunted as he tugged Ruki closer by the waist of his pants. He reached up from his seat on his motorcycle, shoving the helmet onto Ruki’s head and earning an extremely feminine squeak from said party.
“You dick!” Ruki spat, his voice muffled by the helmet.
“JUST GET ON THE BIKE!” Reita yelled, pulling Ruki closer to the bike. Finally submitting, Ruki straddled the seat and latched on to Reita as Reita put on his helmet and then took off towards his apartment.
After pulling into a parking space in the garage for his building and turning off his bike, Reita climbed off and turned to look at Ruki. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the sight that met his eyes. Ruki did indeed suffer from helmet head. “Stop laughing at me!” Ruki said with a pout as he angrily put away the helmet. “This is all your fault, anyway!”
His amusement lingering in the form of a smile, Reita asked, “What would you rather me have done? This is how I drove to work! I’m meant to return home the same way!”
“You could have left your bike at PSC overnight and taken the train with me!”
“Oh, shoot!” Reita said with a snap of his fingers. “I would have done that, but leaving my bike at PCS overnight is JUST below selling my kidneys on the black market on my list of things I’d love to do.” With a harrumph, Ruki climbed off of Reita’s motorcycle and headed in the direction of Reita’s apartment. Rolling his eyes, Reita followed.
Once they finally made it inside Reita’s apartment, Ruki asked, “Do you care if I take a shower? I kind of want to fix my hair.” Ruki explained as he tugged at his hair a little and attempted to flatten it a bit.
“What?” Reita answered with disappointment. “If you take a shower and fix your hair, that’ll take…” he lifted his fingers and attempted to do the math, but gave up and finished with, “FOREVER!”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Ruki snorted. “I’ll just hop in and be done in no time!”
“OR! You’ll take forever and a day, wasting all that time fixing your hair instead of spending it with me!” Reita whined and then trudged towards his couch and sat down with his arms crossed, looking much like a spoiled child who just learned what “no” meant.
“What’s the big deal?!” Ruki asked, moving into Reita’s line of sight and putting his hands on his hips. “I just want to stop looking like I was struck by lightning!”
“But you don't look like you were struck by lightning!” Reita whined even more. “You look cute!”
Ruki’s jaw dropped. Finally able to respond, Ruki said, “Cute?! My hair is sticking up in every direction it SHOULDN’T be sticking up in! I look better when I’ve just woken up!”
Reita stood up from his seat on the couch and walked closer towards Ruki. Rubbing his hands up and down the lengths of Ruki’s upper arms, Reita said, “Ruki you always look fine to me!”
Scrunching his nose, Ruki mumbled discontentedly, “That’s only because you never pay attention.”
Not able to stop his soft laughter, Reita said, “Actually, it’s the exact opposite.”
Tilting his head upwards so he could look at Reita curiously, Ruki asked, “What do you mean it’s the opposite?”
“Well,” Reita answered as he shrugged and let his hands rest on Ruki’s hips, “I always pay attention to you. That’s how I notice that you always look perfect to me.”
Blushing lightly, Ruki quietly asked, “Do you really think so?”
“Of course I do!” Reita replied with a laugh. “Ruki, I don’t care what your hair looks like. It always looks amazing to me. I mean, sure it might be a little messy, but still just as amazing as ever.” Reita watched as Ruki’s cheeks steadily increased in their reddish color. After a minute or so (and after he was sure Ruki’s cheeks had reached their maximum redness adorability) Reita quietly asked, “So does this mean you’ll cuddle and watch a movie with me instead of showering?”
Twisting his lips in contemplation, Ruki thought of his answer. Finally, his thoughtful expression was broken by a massive grin. Nodding his head, Ruki stood on his toes and leaned in to give Reita a peck on the lips. He started to move away from Reita and walk towards the couch, but was stopped as he felt a tugging on his arm. Before he even had time to comprehend what was happening, he felt Reita’s chest pressed against his and a warm pair of arms wrapped around him. The best feeling of all, though, was the feeling of Reita’s soft lips pressed against his.
After a few minutes of sexy-yet-totally-PG-rated kissing, Reita pulled away and said, “You know, I think I saw your picture in a magazine the other day…”
Raising an eyebrow, Ruki replied, “I’m not really surprised. It happens every now and then. Which magazine, though?”
Furrowing his brow in thought, Reita slowly started to shake his head as he answered, “I can’t remember the name of the magazine, but it was definitely in an article titled Hair Don’ts.”
“Typical Reita, to follow up a moment of sweetness with a jackass remark,” Ruki said as he shoved a laughing Reita in the chest.
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A/N: Yeah... I'm still on hiatus. This was inspired by the song "FNT" by Semisonic, but I only have it in .m4a. Otherwise, I would have uploaded it for you guys. Oh, and I apologize ahead of time for replying to comments on my other account (
elasticknights). It's tough managing two accounts T.T