[FIC] - Adolescent - Reita/Uruha - 1/?
Title: Adolescent
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG, NC-17 to come
Warnings: none so far
Pairings: Reita/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended...
Comments: I had this idea for some time, based on this interview. They do know each for so long, they could be a couple for more then ten years by now. So what happened when puberty hit them?
Rainchaser's Stories
Prologue
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Kouyou scrutinized his reflection. Yes, this was way better than three hours ago. He had spoke to Miyoko about his idea, and she suggested he should rob his piggy bank and just do it. His father wouldn't have agreed, he would do it anyway, so why prolonging the procedure? She had told him to get something matching his eyes, some brown or auburn. The first time should always be done by a hairdresser, so it would be regularly colored and he wouldn't end up all flecked. Azusa explained the way to a low priced salon she went to. He should ask for someone called Takuo with regards from both of his sisters.
And that he did, right after school. Takou was nice, but in some way strange. He wore lipgloss and eyeliner, his hair was a black and red mullet. Kouyou had the feeling that this guy was gay.
He had enough money to get his hair cut and dyed. The plain black bob was gone, now he was graced with a short, fringy cut in dark brown with fawn strands in just the right places. And he loved it. His sisters did too, plus telling him I told you he's awesome.
Even his mother liked it and promised to talk to his dad before he got to see him.
Kouyou felt good.
He decided to let his hair grow right away, at least until it would reach his cheekbones. Maybe chin length?
The brunette put the hair wax he had bought at the salon into his part of the shelf next to the mirror. He'd have to get up five minutes earlier to do his hair every day, but somehow he didn't mind.
He couldn't wait to show Akira his new look. Yes, he would get teased, but at some point would tell him his honest opinion. He was a good friend, maybe a dork, but definitely a good friend. One last glance into the mirror and he left the tiled room to go into his own. He needed to change into something more comfortable. A simple jeans and a black hoodie would do.
- - -
"Mum?" He called out, rushing down the stairs.
"Mum, can I go over to Akira's?" Pleading eyes fixed the woman who sat in the living room, reading the newspaper.
"Homework done?" She asked.
"There was none to do." Kouyou answered and wasn't even lying.
"Will you be back for dinner?"
"I think Suzuki-san will insist on cramming me, again." The boy chuckled, joined by his mum.
"Ok, go to your friend, but don't get home too late." She smiled.
"Thanks!" He dashed back up the stairs to get his jacket, keys and a Sex Machine Guns CD he had borrowed.
- - -
"One day, I'm going to be fat just because your mum thinks I'm skinny." Kouyou, who was sprawled like a starfish on Akira's bed, whined and stroked his aching full belly.
"Who are you telling that. And she made me eat peas again!" He sighed, his back against the bed and his head lolling back onto the mattress.
Some minutes they passed in silence, feeling stuffed and tired. The younger took his glasses off, placing them on the small nightstand. His hand brushed the remote of the stereo, so he took it and switched it on. He always trusted the tan's taste in music and now it was reconfirmed by the sound of Luna Sea's latest album.
"But they are right." Akira spoke up.
"Huh?" Kouyou raised his head to look at his friend.
"About your hair, you look great." He turned his head and smiled.
"Thanks." The now brunette smiled, happy about the compliment.
"We could let our hair grow together. See who's hair is faster." The black head suggested.
"I thought you liked you short hair." Kouyou rolled onto his side and rubbed the scalp.
"I said I didn't bother. Now that you came up with this idea, I was thinking about it. I'd like it to be a little longer, but nothing girly." Akira explained, taking the remote out of his friend's hand and searched his favorite song.
"If it's long enough to cut it, I'll take you to Takuo, too." He sat up and leaned against the wall.
"Takuo? A male hairdresser? Dude, that's gay." The tan boy snorted.
"But he's good, look at me, I look stunning!"
"Pride comes before a fall, Kouyou." Akira climbed on the bed and poked his companion.
"He's really nice, you know. He didn't grope me or something and he's good at what he does. It's not expensive, either." He lay down again.
"So he is gay." He gestured with his fist dropping into his palm to emphasize.
"I guess so." The brunette shrugged.
"And you were ok with that?" The black haired frowned and pressed the repeat button to listen to the song again.
"Why shouldn't I?" Another shrug.
"I don't know. It's weird, isn't it?" Kouyou seemed fine, so why was he bothering?
"Just at first, you get used to it. It's not like anything is wrong with him if he likes men, am I right?" It wasn't like he is a threat, the younger thought.
"As long as he doesn't grope you. Or me." Akira pointed out.
"He... he said something to me." He nibbled his bottom lip, not quite sure if he should tell, but this was Akira, his best friend, he could tell him everything.
"What was it?" The tan was worried as he saw a blush creeping across Kouyou's cheeks.
"He said I look gorgeous, just like my sisters."
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Gosh, isn't he sweet? Damn, I'm in love with young Uruha~
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG, NC-17 to come
Warnings: none so far
Pairings: Reita/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended...
Comments: I had this idea for some time, based on this interview. They do know each for so long, they could be a couple for more then ten years by now. So what happened when puberty hit them?
Rainchaser's Stories
Prologue
_____________________________________________________
Kouyou scrutinized his reflection. Yes, this was way better than three hours ago. He had spoke to Miyoko about his idea, and she suggested he should rob his piggy bank and just do it. His father wouldn't have agreed, he would do it anyway, so why prolonging the procedure? She had told him to get something matching his eyes, some brown or auburn. The first time should always be done by a hairdresser, so it would be regularly colored and he wouldn't end up all flecked. Azusa explained the way to a low priced salon she went to. He should ask for someone called Takuo with regards from both of his sisters.
And that he did, right after school. Takou was nice, but in some way strange. He wore lipgloss and eyeliner, his hair was a black and red mullet. Kouyou had the feeling that this guy was gay.
He had enough money to get his hair cut and dyed. The plain black bob was gone, now he was graced with a short, fringy cut in dark brown with fawn strands in just the right places. And he loved it. His sisters did too, plus telling him I told you he's awesome.
Even his mother liked it and promised to talk to his dad before he got to see him.
Kouyou felt good.
He decided to let his hair grow right away, at least until it would reach his cheekbones. Maybe chin length?
The brunette put the hair wax he had bought at the salon into his part of the shelf next to the mirror. He'd have to get up five minutes earlier to do his hair every day, but somehow he didn't mind.
He couldn't wait to show Akira his new look. Yes, he would get teased, but at some point would tell him his honest opinion. He was a good friend, maybe a dork, but definitely a good friend. One last glance into the mirror and he left the tiled room to go into his own. He needed to change into something more comfortable. A simple jeans and a black hoodie would do.
- - -
"Mum?" He called out, rushing down the stairs.
"Mum, can I go over to Akira's?" Pleading eyes fixed the woman who sat in the living room, reading the newspaper.
"Homework done?" She asked.
"There was none to do." Kouyou answered and wasn't even lying.
"Will you be back for dinner?"
"I think Suzuki-san will insist on cramming me, again." The boy chuckled, joined by his mum.
"Ok, go to your friend, but don't get home too late." She smiled.
"Thanks!" He dashed back up the stairs to get his jacket, keys and a Sex Machine Guns CD he had borrowed.
- - -
"One day, I'm going to be fat just because your mum thinks I'm skinny." Kouyou, who was sprawled like a starfish on Akira's bed, whined and stroked his aching full belly.
"Who are you telling that. And she made me eat peas again!" He sighed, his back against the bed and his head lolling back onto the mattress.
Some minutes they passed in silence, feeling stuffed and tired. The younger took his glasses off, placing them on the small nightstand. His hand brushed the remote of the stereo, so he took it and switched it on. He always trusted the tan's taste in music and now it was reconfirmed by the sound of Luna Sea's latest album.
"But they are right." Akira spoke up.
"Huh?" Kouyou raised his head to look at his friend.
"About your hair, you look great." He turned his head and smiled.
"Thanks." The now brunette smiled, happy about the compliment.
"We could let our hair grow together. See who's hair is faster." The black head suggested.
"I thought you liked you short hair." Kouyou rolled onto his side and rubbed the scalp.
"I said I didn't bother. Now that you came up with this idea, I was thinking about it. I'd like it to be a little longer, but nothing girly." Akira explained, taking the remote out of his friend's hand and searched his favorite song.
"If it's long enough to cut it, I'll take you to Takuo, too." He sat up and leaned against the wall.
"Takuo? A male hairdresser? Dude, that's gay." The tan boy snorted.
"But he's good, look at me, I look stunning!"
"Pride comes before a fall, Kouyou." Akira climbed on the bed and poked his companion.
"He's really nice, you know. He didn't grope me or something and he's good at what he does. It's not expensive, either." He lay down again.
"So he is gay." He gestured with his fist dropping into his palm to emphasize.
"I guess so." The brunette shrugged.
"And you were ok with that?" The black haired frowned and pressed the repeat button to listen to the song again.
"Why shouldn't I?" Another shrug.
"I don't know. It's weird, isn't it?" Kouyou seemed fine, so why was he bothering?
"Just at first, you get used to it. It's not like anything is wrong with him if he likes men, am I right?" It wasn't like he is a threat, the younger thought.
"As long as he doesn't grope you. Or me." Akira pointed out.
"He... he said something to me." He nibbled his bottom lip, not quite sure if he should tell, but this was Akira, his best friend, he could tell him everything.
"What was it?" The tan was worried as he saw a blush creeping across Kouyou's cheeks.
"He said I look gorgeous, just like my sisters."
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Gosh, isn't he sweet? Damn, I'm in love with young Uruha~