Reita/Uruha - Life Guides Us in the Strangest Ways - PG - Oneshot
Title: Life Guides Us in the Strangest Ways
Author:
spinfreeze
Rating: PG (language)
Genre: fluff, slight crack
Warnings: There are events that can't be explained logically, so you need to use a little imagination when reading this.
Pairings: Reita/Uruha
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE, just the story. I'm not making any profit off of this, either.
Synopsis: Uruha has problems with keeping relationships. All he wants is someone to share his life with. Instead, he wakes up one morning and gets something he never would have expected.
Comments:
bubu_chan beta-ed this for me♥. Um, this... I don't really know what to say about it other than, believe it or not, I was watching the Lizzie McGuire movie when this idea came to me XD And, as always, I hope you enjoy the fic!
“I’m so sorry I’m late!” Uruha said as he hurried over towards his boyfriend, Hisoka, who was waiting for him on a bench outside of the restaurant they agreed to meet at. He sat down next to Hisoka on the bench, panting lightly.
“It’s okay,” Hisoka said with a sigh. “I didn’t even bother to get here on time, because somehow I just knew you’d be late,” he finished sarcastically.
“I’m really sorry! I’m REALLY sorry!” Uruha said desperately. “We had a photo shoot and it ran late.” He hadn’t even had time to unstyle his hair or take off his make-up, which was proving to be problematic. Hisoka sighed as he rolled his eyes, hearing whispers and squeals as girls crowded around them-still leaving them a personal-space bubble. Uruha hadn’t noticed the attention in the least as he continued with his apologies, saying, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I’ll-“
“I can’t do this anymore!” Hisoka shouted, causing Uruha to jolt in surprise. Standing, he lightly grabbed Uruha by his forearm and pulled him away from the quickly growing crowd of fans. Pulling them into a fairly secluded alleyway, they stopped walking.
Shuffling nervously from foot to foot, Uruha glanced at Hisoka as he softly asked “What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?”
“I mean I can’t do this anymore! I can’t do us!”
At those words, Uruha’s face fell as he felt his stomach plummet. “What?! No! No, just give me another chance! Please!”
“Uruha! I’ve given you plenty of chances! This just isn’t going any further!”
His eyes tearing, Uruha gently grabbed Hisoka by the hands as he asked, “Why not?! Whatever is wrong, I’ll fix it!”
Hisoka laughed humorously as he pulled his hands out of Uruha’s grasp and said, “Right, I’m so sure you’ll just up and leave the GazettE, mm?” To that, Uruha had no response other than the few tears falling down his face, leaving streaks of black from his eye make-up. “That’s what I thought. You don’t have any fucking time for a relationship, Uruha! You’re too busy with work!”
“Please,” Uruha said meekly, making no efforts to hide the tears that were falling freely at this point, “please don’t do this.”
“I’m sorry,” Hisoka said as he leaned in and kissed Uruha’s tearstained cheek lightly. He took the hat off of his head and placed it on Uruha’s, explaining, “You had a couple of fans admiring you earlier. Don’t worry about returning it,” and leaning in to kiss Uruha’s cheek again. Uruha looked up, only to see Hisoka’s back as he walked out of the alley and out of his life.
The next morning, Uruha walked into the practice room only to receive four simultaneous gasps as a greeting. “Uru, not to be mean but… you look awful!” Aoi said. It was true; Uruha was not looking his best. The make-up from the photo shoot was still smudged down his cheeks in the paths of tears and his eyes were quite puffy. He was even wearing the same clothes he had been wearing yesterday.
“Do I?” Uruha asked monotonously, looking at Aoi with no expression on his face-his mind seeming to be elsewhere.
“Yeah, princess. You’ve seen better days,” Ruki said, chuckling slightly.
“Yeah, guess so,” he responded, shrugging and earning gasps from his band mates. Any other day, Ruki’s “princess” would have earned him a smack.
Reita walked over towards Uruha, grabbing his arm gently as he said, “Come on. Let’s go get a drink, yeah?”
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Uruha stared at the table he was sitting at as Reita put money in the vending machine. Pushing buttons until he’d gotten the drinks he’d wanted, Reita then walked over towards the table and sat down across from Uruha-setting a bottle of water on the table in front of him. Jumping at the thud of the bottle hitting the table, Uruha looked up at Reita. “Thanks,” he said as he pulled the bottle closer to him, but gave the drink no further attention.
“Uru, what’s wrong?” Reita asked gently, not wanting to upset him. Uruha only shook his head lightly and turned his gaze away from Reita, staring at the bottle next to him instead. “Please tell me. I don’t like seeing you like this.”
He didn’t bother to look at Reita when he asked, “Do you ever feel like your life could be better?”
Reita chuckled. “Uruha, we have awesome lives. What could possibly be better?”
Uruha glanced at Reita with disapproval and then said, “Come on. Be honest… there’s nothing you’d like to change?”
It was Reita’s turn to avert his gaze; he turned his head to the side and stared at the wall. Quietly he answered, “I might be able to think of a thing or two, I guess.”
Running his hands through his already disheveled hair, Uruha sighed. “Hisoka broke-up with me.” Gasping, Reita whipped his head around to face Uruha. “It’s always like this,” Uruha continued. “I always get dumped. I won’t act like I don’t have a kickass life, but people were meant to find a partner… weren’t they?”
“I-“ Reita started.
“Am I really that difficult to be with?!”
“I-“
“I think I’m a pretty decent guy. Don’t you think so?!”
“I-“
“Is it too much to want someone to share my life with AND to be in the GazettE?!”
“I-“
“A life without love is so dull,” Uruha finished sadly.
Finally being given a chance to finish a sentence, all Reita could say in response was “…Yeah.”
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The next morning, Uruha reached over to his bedside table and groaned as he hit his alarm clock-turning it off. Bringing his hands to his face, he rubbed the crust from his eyes as he thought of how much he’d prefer to just lie here. Forever. He moved his hands away from his eyes and slowly opened them as he rolled onto his side. His eyes snapped wide open as he fell out of his bed and on to what was supposed to be his blue carpet.
It wasn’t blue. It was grey. In fact, everything was black, white, or grey he noted as he wildly looked around his room and then looked down to examine his body. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, thinking maybe it was because he had just woken up. Opening them again, he let out a strangled cry as he noticed the lack of color surrounding him in dismay. He whimpered as he pulled on his hair. “I’M COLORBLIND!” he yelled. “I’M FUCKING COLORBLIND.” He shot to his feet and began to quickly pace his room as he whimpered. “This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!”
Stilling his movements, he thought, “What am I supposed to do?! I COULD BE DYING!” He let out a dry sob as he hugged himself and began pacing again, thinking perhaps he needed to go see a doctor. That would be logical, but he really didn’t want to know what they had to say. He couldn’t recall ever hearing about anyone just waking up one day and not being able to see colors anymore. They might think he was bonkers! Or what if they told him he was dying?! “WHAT IF I CONTRACTED SOME RARE DISEASE THAT HAS NO CURE?!” he cried out in utter distress.
Stopping dead in his tracks, he gasped as a much more distressing thought came to mind: “Fuck dying! I can’t drive to work! I won’t know when the stoplight changes color!” He moaned in displeasure, not only of his current situation but also at the realization that he’d have to take the train. So what if he had an incurable disease? Kai would have his head on a platter if he skipped out on work! He opened his closet only to have a feeling of being overwhelmed consume him right away. His entire wardrobe was black, white, and different shades of grey! “THIS IS THE WORST!” he shouted as he yanked a random shirt out of his closet.
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“I always knew I liked seeing colors, but geez! I never realized how important they were!” Uruha thought as he made his way down the hall and towards their practice room. He had difficulty figuring out when he was supposed to get off of the train. He didn’t use the train often now that the GazettE was pretty well known. Not even able to remember the last time he took the train to work, it was needless to say he was not familiar with the route by stop number. So he had had to resort to the map. Sure, it could have been worse. He could have not known his way around the city in addition to waking up this morning with colorblindness-not being able to tell one train line on the map from another. Uruha had ended up asking someone which stop was the one he needed-right after he cursed not thinking to take a cab instead of the train, that is.
Finally walking into the practice room, Uruha took off his sunglasses and hat-setting them on a table-and was greeted with snickering from his band mates. “What?!”
“You… um,”-Kai cleared his throat before continuing-“You’re dressed… nicely.”
Looking down and inspecting his outfit, Uruha looked at Kai in confusion as he asked, “What’s wrong with it?”
“You look like a fucking tree!” Ruki said with a laugh, referring to Uruha’s brown pants and green tee shirt.
“A tree?!” Uruha asked. He had been so sure he pulled out black pants to go with what he was almost positive was a purple shirt.
“I didn’t even know you owned brown pants,” Aoi said, joining in Ruki’s laughter.
“These are b…”-he had started to say black but stopped himself-“…rown pants, yes.” Realizing that it was far from impossible that he had guessed the color of his clothing incorrectly, Uruha finished by giving the excuse “I’m running low on clean clothes.” He wanted to keep his lack-of-color secret just that-a secret. Having no idea what the hell was going on, Uruha decided he shouldn’t rush to tell anyone just yet.
“Guys, leave him alone,” Reita scolded. “I think he looks fine!” he added, earning a cough from Ruki-which earned Ruki a glare in return.
“…Thanks, Reita,” Uruha said, pleased that Reita had aided him-pleased, but a little surprised.
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Later that evening, they were all over at Reita’s place-playing a game of Uno on his coffee table. Reita and Uruha were sitting on the floor while Ruki and Kai sat on the couch-Aoi in a chair pulled up to the end of the coffee table. “Uruha! You can’t play that card! What is wrong with you?!” Ruki asked, exasperatedly.
“Th-that’s a red card!” He said nervously, hoping he had properly guessed the color of the card since he honestly had no idea what color it was. This whole game was based on color recognition; what had he been thinking when he agreed to play?! Uruha really regretted his decision at this point.
“Yes, it is a red card,” Ruki said and Uruha let out a relieved sigh. “But this,” Ruki said, removing Uruha’s red card off of the stack of Uno cards and pointing to the card that had been below it, “is a blue card. And your card is not a two!”
“…Oh,” was all Uruha said as he picked up his red four card and returned it to his hand.
“Uruha, you’ve done that too many times to count during the game!” Ruki continued his ranting.
“I don’t want to play anymore!” he quickly said, throwing down his hand of cards. Standing up from his seat on the floor, he hurried down the hallway and into Reita’s room-closing the door and collapsing facedown onto Reita’s bed. Barely any time had passed before he heard a soft knock at the door, to which he responded with “Come in.”
The door opened and Reita walked in, closing the door behind him as he said, “This seems a little backwards” with a chuckle.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t think you’d mind and I needed a place to go,” he said, turning his head to the side to look at Reita as he walked over towards his bed.
Sitting down beside Uruha’s body sprawled across his bed, Reita said, “No! I don’t mind at all, I promise,” as he grinned.
“Your bed is really comfy,” Uruha commented as he closed his eyes, smiling a little with a sigh.
“I-I like it t-too,” Reita stuttered, causing Uruha to open one of his eyes to look at his friend curiously. Reita quickly turned away from Uruha and stared at his wall instead. “So, what happened?”
“Ruki is just aggravating sometimes,” Uruha said, closing his eye again and sighing.
Reita paused before he said, “I’m not… denying that Ruki’s a piece of work, but,”-he paused again-“Uruha this is your worst played game of Uno to date. Not to mention, you usually won’t stop playing a game until you’ve come out the winner.”
Uruha knew Reita was expecting an explanation, but how would it sound to just outright tell him “Sorry, I woke up and my life was in black and white and then made the mistake of agreeing to play a color-based game”? Uruha didn’t even want to consider Reita’s possible reactions to that. So, he settled for saying “I’m just having an off day; I’m pretty tired.”
It must have been the right thing to say, because Reita gently rubbed Uruha’s back and then suggested, “Why don’t you rest here a while? I’ll go tell them you just weren’t feeling well.”
Opening his eyes, Uruha looked at Reita in utter appreciation as he sighed thankfully-saying, “That would be so wonderful. You’re my absolute favorite person, Reita!”
If Uruha had been able to see color, perhaps he would have noticed the shade of red covering Reita’s cheeks as he smiled at Uruha.
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The next day during break Uruha sat on the practice room couch as he rested his elbows on his thighs. Holding his face in his hands, he sighed deeply as he thought of how tired he was of the weird prank life was playing on him. It had only been a day and already he missed the yellowish color of noodles or the pink color of his strawberry Pocky. He missed wearing his favorite purple shirt and thinking how much it reminded him of plums. Now all he would think of when he wore it was how it looked the same as his green shirts: grey. It was nothing but frustrating how he had to constantly guess the color of things. This disability was something he just wasn’t used to; Uruha didn’t want to familiarize himself with colorblindness any further than he already had.
Jumping slightly as he was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of his name, Uruha turned in the direction of the voice. Immediately he let out a startled gasp and jumped with such intensity that he ended up sitting on the floor. All he could do was stare at Reita standing by the couch… in full color.
“Uruha?” Reita questioned. Uruha said nothing in response. He was too busy frantically searching the room for any other signs of color. Finding absolutely no other color around him, he turned his attention back to Reita-only to gasp. There was a huge neon light in the shape of an arrow hovering over Reita, pointed directly at his head as it flashed brightly with blue, green, and red.
“…Uruha?” Reita asked again. Uruha was too confused and shocked to answer because now, not only was there a brightly colored arrow hanging in mid air above Reita’s head, but there were also brightly colored words flashing inside the arrow!
“Has a hot body,” Uruha read as his eyes widened a little. The words quickly changed into “Has the same job as you.” Those words then morphed into “Has a crush on you,” which caused Uruha to squeeze his eyes shut to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. When he opened his eyes again, he let out an insanely loud gasp as he scrambled to his feet. The arrow was nowhere to be seen. Uruha twirled in circles as he inspected his surroundings, noticing one common quality: color.
“URUHA! What the hell is the matter with you?!” Reita demanded, causing Uruha to let out a yell of surprise as he spun around to face Reita. “You’re acting like a crazy person!”
“It’s true!” he said, slapping his hands to his cheeks. “I’m fucking crazy! I really think I’ve lost my mind, Reita!”
“What’s going on?” he asked, walking over towards Uruha-stopping in front of him and looking at him in concern.
“I can see colors!” he said in a mix of excitement and confusion as he threw his hands in the air. Reita slowly pulled his head backwards as his eyes widened. “Just a few minutes ago everything was black and white-“
“Are you shitting me?”
“-Except for you! I turned away and when I looked at you again, there was a sign over your head!”
He felt awful for laughing, but what else could Reita do? “Uru, maybe you… took the wrong medicine?”
“I DIDN’T TAKE ANY MEDICINE! I’m telling you yesterday morning I woke up and I was colorblind! I haven’t been seeing any colors until just now when you walked into the room!” Uruha explained vehemently.
Reita could only gape at his friend. After a few seconds, Reita snapped his jaw shut and then said, “That’s not possible.”
“It IS possible! I’m telling you everything was in black and white! Until you walked in and that sign started flashing!”
“That’s not possible! And what sign?!” Reita said as he looked around the room.
“I swear it, Reita! Everything until just now! You walked in the room and that was the first color I had seen since the day before yesterday! And then there was a sign above your head and it said… it said…” Uruha stopped, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.
“What did the sign say, then?” Reita asked, clearly humoring Uruha.
“It said you have the same job as me,”-he paused-“ and that you have a hot body and a crush on me!” Uruha said quickly, slapping his hand over his mouth as soon as he finished talking. Reita’s eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. Removing his hand from his mouth, Uruha quietly asked, “Do you really have a crush on me?”
A minute passed in silence before Reita sighed and answered dejectedly, “Yes. I’m pretty bad off, Uruha… I’m not sure you could call it a crush, even.” He covered his face with his hands and groaned-saying, “Oh God! I’m in love with you!”
Uruha had a sharp intake of breath when he heard Reita confess; something Uruha had said the day before yesterday suddenly crash-landed into his thoughts: “A life without love is so dull.”
“Everything was black and white…” he whispered. “Everything was black and white except for you.”
“Uruha, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I really don’t, but could we just-“ Reita’s sentence was cut off as Uruha suddenly lunged at him and pressed their lips together. Everything made sense to Uruha now. Okay, maybe it didn’t make perfect sense, but he could analyze that later. Right now he only wanted to focus on Reita-Reita, his best friend. Sweet Reita who was always there when he needed him, even if Uruha didn’t notice right away. Reita who was kissing him as if he had spent a year in the desert and Uruha’s lips were a glass of the coldest, most refreshing water in the universe.
Pulling away slowly, Uruha laughed softly at the way Reita leaned in the direction in which Uruha had pulled away-his eyes still closed and his lips still puckered. His eyes flew open at the sound of Uruha’s laughter and Reita quickly pulled back as he bit his lip-his cheeks flushing a bright red. “I have a new appreciation for the color red,” Uruha said, smirking as Reita’s cheeks flushed an even brighter shade of red.
“Uruha, I refuse to believe you went colorblind for a day and a half!” Reita said with a sigh.
Uruha protested with, “How do you explain Uno, then?!”
“…You were having an off day!” Reita said.
“Yeah! Off in color!”
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A/N: What to say as an author's note? OH I guess I could mention what part of the Lizzie McGuire movie inspired me, since that's a bit vague... There was a song lyric she sang that said something like "Yesterday my whole life was duller. Now it's in technicolor!" And I was like "FANFIIIIIIIIIC!"
Author:
spinfreeze
Rating: PG (language)
Genre: fluff, slight crack
Warnings: There are events that can't be explained logically, so you need to use a little imagination when reading this.
Pairings: Reita/Uruha
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE, just the story. I'm not making any profit off of this, either.
Synopsis: Uruha has problems with keeping relationships. All he wants is someone to share his life with. Instead, he wakes up one morning and gets something he never would have expected.
Comments:
bubu_chan beta-ed this for me♥. Um, this... I don't really know what to say about it other than, believe it or not, I was watching the Lizzie McGuire movie when this idea came to me XD And, as always, I hope you enjoy the fic!
“I’m so sorry I’m late!” Uruha said as he hurried over towards his boyfriend, Hisoka, who was waiting for him on a bench outside of the restaurant they agreed to meet at. He sat down next to Hisoka on the bench, panting lightly.
“It’s okay,” Hisoka said with a sigh. “I didn’t even bother to get here on time, because somehow I just knew you’d be late,” he finished sarcastically.
“I’m really sorry! I’m REALLY sorry!” Uruha said desperately. “We had a photo shoot and it ran late.” He hadn’t even had time to unstyle his hair or take off his make-up, which was proving to be problematic. Hisoka sighed as he rolled his eyes, hearing whispers and squeals as girls crowded around them-still leaving them a personal-space bubble. Uruha hadn’t noticed the attention in the least as he continued with his apologies, saying, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I’ll-“
“I can’t do this anymore!” Hisoka shouted, causing Uruha to jolt in surprise. Standing, he lightly grabbed Uruha by his forearm and pulled him away from the quickly growing crowd of fans. Pulling them into a fairly secluded alleyway, they stopped walking.
Shuffling nervously from foot to foot, Uruha glanced at Hisoka as he softly asked “What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?”
“I mean I can’t do this anymore! I can’t do us!”
At those words, Uruha’s face fell as he felt his stomach plummet. “What?! No! No, just give me another chance! Please!”
“Uruha! I’ve given you plenty of chances! This just isn’t going any further!”
His eyes tearing, Uruha gently grabbed Hisoka by the hands as he asked, “Why not?! Whatever is wrong, I’ll fix it!”
Hisoka laughed humorously as he pulled his hands out of Uruha’s grasp and said, “Right, I’m so sure you’ll just up and leave the GazettE, mm?” To that, Uruha had no response other than the few tears falling down his face, leaving streaks of black from his eye make-up. “That’s what I thought. You don’t have any fucking time for a relationship, Uruha! You’re too busy with work!”
“Please,” Uruha said meekly, making no efforts to hide the tears that were falling freely at this point, “please don’t do this.”
“I’m sorry,” Hisoka said as he leaned in and kissed Uruha’s tearstained cheek lightly. He took the hat off of his head and placed it on Uruha’s, explaining, “You had a couple of fans admiring you earlier. Don’t worry about returning it,” and leaning in to kiss Uruha’s cheek again. Uruha looked up, only to see Hisoka’s back as he walked out of the alley and out of his life.
The next morning, Uruha walked into the practice room only to receive four simultaneous gasps as a greeting. “Uru, not to be mean but… you look awful!” Aoi said. It was true; Uruha was not looking his best. The make-up from the photo shoot was still smudged down his cheeks in the paths of tears and his eyes were quite puffy. He was even wearing the same clothes he had been wearing yesterday.
“Do I?” Uruha asked monotonously, looking at Aoi with no expression on his face-his mind seeming to be elsewhere.
“Yeah, princess. You’ve seen better days,” Ruki said, chuckling slightly.
“Yeah, guess so,” he responded, shrugging and earning gasps from his band mates. Any other day, Ruki’s “princess” would have earned him a smack.
Reita walked over towards Uruha, grabbing his arm gently as he said, “Come on. Let’s go get a drink, yeah?”
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Uruha stared at the table he was sitting at as Reita put money in the vending machine. Pushing buttons until he’d gotten the drinks he’d wanted, Reita then walked over towards the table and sat down across from Uruha-setting a bottle of water on the table in front of him. Jumping at the thud of the bottle hitting the table, Uruha looked up at Reita. “Thanks,” he said as he pulled the bottle closer to him, but gave the drink no further attention.
“Uru, what’s wrong?” Reita asked gently, not wanting to upset him. Uruha only shook his head lightly and turned his gaze away from Reita, staring at the bottle next to him instead. “Please tell me. I don’t like seeing you like this.”
He didn’t bother to look at Reita when he asked, “Do you ever feel like your life could be better?”
Reita chuckled. “Uruha, we have awesome lives. What could possibly be better?”
Uruha glanced at Reita with disapproval and then said, “Come on. Be honest… there’s nothing you’d like to change?”
It was Reita’s turn to avert his gaze; he turned his head to the side and stared at the wall. Quietly he answered, “I might be able to think of a thing or two, I guess.”
Running his hands through his already disheveled hair, Uruha sighed. “Hisoka broke-up with me.” Gasping, Reita whipped his head around to face Uruha. “It’s always like this,” Uruha continued. “I always get dumped. I won’t act like I don’t have a kickass life, but people were meant to find a partner… weren’t they?”
“I-“ Reita started.
“Am I really that difficult to be with?!”
“I-“
“I think I’m a pretty decent guy. Don’t you think so?!”
“I-“
“Is it too much to want someone to share my life with AND to be in the GazettE?!”
“I-“
“A life without love is so dull,” Uruha finished sadly.
Finally being given a chance to finish a sentence, all Reita could say in response was “…Yeah.”
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The next morning, Uruha reached over to his bedside table and groaned as he hit his alarm clock-turning it off. Bringing his hands to his face, he rubbed the crust from his eyes as he thought of how much he’d prefer to just lie here. Forever. He moved his hands away from his eyes and slowly opened them as he rolled onto his side. His eyes snapped wide open as he fell out of his bed and on to what was supposed to be his blue carpet.
It wasn’t blue. It was grey. In fact, everything was black, white, or grey he noted as he wildly looked around his room and then looked down to examine his body. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, thinking maybe it was because he had just woken up. Opening them again, he let out a strangled cry as he noticed the lack of color surrounding him in dismay. He whimpered as he pulled on his hair. “I’M COLORBLIND!” he yelled. “I’M FUCKING COLORBLIND.” He shot to his feet and began to quickly pace his room as he whimpered. “This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!”
Stilling his movements, he thought, “What am I supposed to do?! I COULD BE DYING!” He let out a dry sob as he hugged himself and began pacing again, thinking perhaps he needed to go see a doctor. That would be logical, but he really didn’t want to know what they had to say. He couldn’t recall ever hearing about anyone just waking up one day and not being able to see colors anymore. They might think he was bonkers! Or what if they told him he was dying?! “WHAT IF I CONTRACTED SOME RARE DISEASE THAT HAS NO CURE?!” he cried out in utter distress.
Stopping dead in his tracks, he gasped as a much more distressing thought came to mind: “Fuck dying! I can’t drive to work! I won’t know when the stoplight changes color!” He moaned in displeasure, not only of his current situation but also at the realization that he’d have to take the train. So what if he had an incurable disease? Kai would have his head on a platter if he skipped out on work! He opened his closet only to have a feeling of being overwhelmed consume him right away. His entire wardrobe was black, white, and different shades of grey! “THIS IS THE WORST!” he shouted as he yanked a random shirt out of his closet.
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“I always knew I liked seeing colors, but geez! I never realized how important they were!” Uruha thought as he made his way down the hall and towards their practice room. He had difficulty figuring out when he was supposed to get off of the train. He didn’t use the train often now that the GazettE was pretty well known. Not even able to remember the last time he took the train to work, it was needless to say he was not familiar with the route by stop number. So he had had to resort to the map. Sure, it could have been worse. He could have not known his way around the city in addition to waking up this morning with colorblindness-not being able to tell one train line on the map from another. Uruha had ended up asking someone which stop was the one he needed-right after he cursed not thinking to take a cab instead of the train, that is.
Finally walking into the practice room, Uruha took off his sunglasses and hat-setting them on a table-and was greeted with snickering from his band mates. “What?!”
“You… um,”-Kai cleared his throat before continuing-“You’re dressed… nicely.”
Looking down and inspecting his outfit, Uruha looked at Kai in confusion as he asked, “What’s wrong with it?”
“You look like a fucking tree!” Ruki said with a laugh, referring to Uruha’s brown pants and green tee shirt.
“A tree?!” Uruha asked. He had been so sure he pulled out black pants to go with what he was almost positive was a purple shirt.
“I didn’t even know you owned brown pants,” Aoi said, joining in Ruki’s laughter.
“These are b…”-he had started to say black but stopped himself-“…rown pants, yes.” Realizing that it was far from impossible that he had guessed the color of his clothing incorrectly, Uruha finished by giving the excuse “I’m running low on clean clothes.” He wanted to keep his lack-of-color secret just that-a secret. Having no idea what the hell was going on, Uruha decided he shouldn’t rush to tell anyone just yet.
“Guys, leave him alone,” Reita scolded. “I think he looks fine!” he added, earning a cough from Ruki-which earned Ruki a glare in return.
“…Thanks, Reita,” Uruha said, pleased that Reita had aided him-pleased, but a little surprised.
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Later that evening, they were all over at Reita’s place-playing a game of Uno on his coffee table. Reita and Uruha were sitting on the floor while Ruki and Kai sat on the couch-Aoi in a chair pulled up to the end of the coffee table. “Uruha! You can’t play that card! What is wrong with you?!” Ruki asked, exasperatedly.
“Th-that’s a red card!” He said nervously, hoping he had properly guessed the color of the card since he honestly had no idea what color it was. This whole game was based on color recognition; what had he been thinking when he agreed to play?! Uruha really regretted his decision at this point.
“Yes, it is a red card,” Ruki said and Uruha let out a relieved sigh. “But this,” Ruki said, removing Uruha’s red card off of the stack of Uno cards and pointing to the card that had been below it, “is a blue card. And your card is not a two!”
“…Oh,” was all Uruha said as he picked up his red four card and returned it to his hand.
“Uruha, you’ve done that too many times to count during the game!” Ruki continued his ranting.
“I don’t want to play anymore!” he quickly said, throwing down his hand of cards. Standing up from his seat on the floor, he hurried down the hallway and into Reita’s room-closing the door and collapsing facedown onto Reita’s bed. Barely any time had passed before he heard a soft knock at the door, to which he responded with “Come in.”
The door opened and Reita walked in, closing the door behind him as he said, “This seems a little backwards” with a chuckle.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t think you’d mind and I needed a place to go,” he said, turning his head to the side to look at Reita as he walked over towards his bed.
Sitting down beside Uruha’s body sprawled across his bed, Reita said, “No! I don’t mind at all, I promise,” as he grinned.
“Your bed is really comfy,” Uruha commented as he closed his eyes, smiling a little with a sigh.
“I-I like it t-too,” Reita stuttered, causing Uruha to open one of his eyes to look at his friend curiously. Reita quickly turned away from Uruha and stared at his wall instead. “So, what happened?”
“Ruki is just aggravating sometimes,” Uruha said, closing his eye again and sighing.
Reita paused before he said, “I’m not… denying that Ruki’s a piece of work, but,”-he paused again-“Uruha this is your worst played game of Uno to date. Not to mention, you usually won’t stop playing a game until you’ve come out the winner.”
Uruha knew Reita was expecting an explanation, but how would it sound to just outright tell him “Sorry, I woke up and my life was in black and white and then made the mistake of agreeing to play a color-based game”? Uruha didn’t even want to consider Reita’s possible reactions to that. So, he settled for saying “I’m just having an off day; I’m pretty tired.”
It must have been the right thing to say, because Reita gently rubbed Uruha’s back and then suggested, “Why don’t you rest here a while? I’ll go tell them you just weren’t feeling well.”
Opening his eyes, Uruha looked at Reita in utter appreciation as he sighed thankfully-saying, “That would be so wonderful. You’re my absolute favorite person, Reita!”
If Uruha had been able to see color, perhaps he would have noticed the shade of red covering Reita’s cheeks as he smiled at Uruha.
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The next day during break Uruha sat on the practice room couch as he rested his elbows on his thighs. Holding his face in his hands, he sighed deeply as he thought of how tired he was of the weird prank life was playing on him. It had only been a day and already he missed the yellowish color of noodles or the pink color of his strawberry Pocky. He missed wearing his favorite purple shirt and thinking how much it reminded him of plums. Now all he would think of when he wore it was how it looked the same as his green shirts: grey. It was nothing but frustrating how he had to constantly guess the color of things. This disability was something he just wasn’t used to; Uruha didn’t want to familiarize himself with colorblindness any further than he already had.
Jumping slightly as he was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of his name, Uruha turned in the direction of the voice. Immediately he let out a startled gasp and jumped with such intensity that he ended up sitting on the floor. All he could do was stare at Reita standing by the couch… in full color.
“Uruha?” Reita questioned. Uruha said nothing in response. He was too busy frantically searching the room for any other signs of color. Finding absolutely no other color around him, he turned his attention back to Reita-only to gasp. There was a huge neon light in the shape of an arrow hovering over Reita, pointed directly at his head as it flashed brightly with blue, green, and red.
“…Uruha?” Reita asked again. Uruha was too confused and shocked to answer because now, not only was there a brightly colored arrow hanging in mid air above Reita’s head, but there were also brightly colored words flashing inside the arrow!
“Has a hot body,” Uruha read as his eyes widened a little. The words quickly changed into “Has the same job as you.” Those words then morphed into “Has a crush on you,” which caused Uruha to squeeze his eyes shut to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. When he opened his eyes again, he let out an insanely loud gasp as he scrambled to his feet. The arrow was nowhere to be seen. Uruha twirled in circles as he inspected his surroundings, noticing one common quality: color.
“URUHA! What the hell is the matter with you?!” Reita demanded, causing Uruha to let out a yell of surprise as he spun around to face Reita. “You’re acting like a crazy person!”
“It’s true!” he said, slapping his hands to his cheeks. “I’m fucking crazy! I really think I’ve lost my mind, Reita!”
“What’s going on?” he asked, walking over towards Uruha-stopping in front of him and looking at him in concern.
“I can see colors!” he said in a mix of excitement and confusion as he threw his hands in the air. Reita slowly pulled his head backwards as his eyes widened. “Just a few minutes ago everything was black and white-“
“Are you shitting me?”
“-Except for you! I turned away and when I looked at you again, there was a sign over your head!”
He felt awful for laughing, but what else could Reita do? “Uru, maybe you… took the wrong medicine?”
“I DIDN’T TAKE ANY MEDICINE! I’m telling you yesterday morning I woke up and I was colorblind! I haven’t been seeing any colors until just now when you walked into the room!” Uruha explained vehemently.
Reita could only gape at his friend. After a few seconds, Reita snapped his jaw shut and then said, “That’s not possible.”
“It IS possible! I’m telling you everything was in black and white! Until you walked in and that sign started flashing!”
“That’s not possible! And what sign?!” Reita said as he looked around the room.
“I swear it, Reita! Everything until just now! You walked in the room and that was the first color I had seen since the day before yesterday! And then there was a sign above your head and it said… it said…” Uruha stopped, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.
“What did the sign say, then?” Reita asked, clearly humoring Uruha.
“It said you have the same job as me,”-he paused-“ and that you have a hot body and a crush on me!” Uruha said quickly, slapping his hand over his mouth as soon as he finished talking. Reita’s eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. Removing his hand from his mouth, Uruha quietly asked, “Do you really have a crush on me?”
A minute passed in silence before Reita sighed and answered dejectedly, “Yes. I’m pretty bad off, Uruha… I’m not sure you could call it a crush, even.” He covered his face with his hands and groaned-saying, “Oh God! I’m in love with you!”
Uruha had a sharp intake of breath when he heard Reita confess; something Uruha had said the day before yesterday suddenly crash-landed into his thoughts: “A life without love is so dull.”
“Everything was black and white…” he whispered. “Everything was black and white except for you.”
“Uruha, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I really don’t, but could we just-“ Reita’s sentence was cut off as Uruha suddenly lunged at him and pressed their lips together. Everything made sense to Uruha now. Okay, maybe it didn’t make perfect sense, but he could analyze that later. Right now he only wanted to focus on Reita-Reita, his best friend. Sweet Reita who was always there when he needed him, even if Uruha didn’t notice right away. Reita who was kissing him as if he had spent a year in the desert and Uruha’s lips were a glass of the coldest, most refreshing water in the universe.
Pulling away slowly, Uruha laughed softly at the way Reita leaned in the direction in which Uruha had pulled away-his eyes still closed and his lips still puckered. His eyes flew open at the sound of Uruha’s laughter and Reita quickly pulled back as he bit his lip-his cheeks flushing a bright red. “I have a new appreciation for the color red,” Uruha said, smirking as Reita’s cheeks flushed an even brighter shade of red.
“Uruha, I refuse to believe you went colorblind for a day and a half!” Reita said with a sigh.
Uruha protested with, “How do you explain Uno, then?!”
“…You were having an off day!” Reita said.
“Yeah! Off in color!”
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A/N: What to say as an author's note? OH I guess I could mention what part of the Lizzie McGuire movie inspired me, since that's a bit vague... There was a song lyric she sang that said something like "Yesterday my whole life was duller. Now it's in technicolor!" And I was like "FANFIIIIIIIIIC!"