[FIC] - Roses - Ruki/Reita - PG - Oneshot
Title: Roses
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: ....romance?
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: A scene. Valentines Day.
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"What?" Ruki asked, already crossing his arms over his gray velvet-esque jacket.
Reita looked down at the bouquet in his hands. Black and white roses, a good dozen, bedded in lovely green with delicate barbwire decorating it. The thorns weren't cut off on the upper part and one was even pierced and had a tiny skull dangling from it.
"You don't like it?" Ruki tapped one foot, just once.
The bassist looked up, right into sunglasses that had tight brows above. "It's the coolest bunch of roses I've ever seen."
"And?" His chin came up.
Reita swallowed. "And what?"
"You don't look happy." Ruki pulled off his sunglasses and hung them on his shirts collar.
His eyes went back down to the roses. "I am happy." Reita shifted his weight from one foot to another, the black wrapping paper rustling. "I'm just..." He sighed.
Another tap. "You just what?"
"I feel sorry for them." Reita dared to look up and searched for something else than anger and disappointment in Ruki's eyes. "I don't have a vase."
"You've got to be kidding me."
Reita couldn't help but smile apologetically. "I'm serious."
"I know you have one. I saw one, black and angular. With those weird red orchids in it, those that looked like bugs." Ruki creased his brows.
"That was Uruha's." Reita scratched the back of his neck. "Actually, you probably saw that when I was still living with him." He shook his head. "Ruki, that was years ago."
The vocalist looked taken aback. "Are you sure?"
Reita nodded, simply.
The crossed arms loosened, then dropped to his side. "Fuck." One hand came up, black polished fingers touching his forehead behind neatly dyed hair. "How long are we... you know?"
"About three and a half years." Reita offered.
"I'll get you a vase."
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I have five roses in a floor-washing bucket, just so you know.
This apartment needs less manrii.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: ....romance?
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: A scene. Valentines Day.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
"What?" Ruki asked, already crossing his arms over his gray velvet-esque jacket.
Reita looked down at the bouquet in his hands. Black and white roses, a good dozen, bedded in lovely green with delicate barbwire decorating it. The thorns weren't cut off on the upper part and one was even pierced and had a tiny skull dangling from it.
"You don't like it?" Ruki tapped one foot, just once.
The bassist looked up, right into sunglasses that had tight brows above. "It's the coolest bunch of roses I've ever seen."
"And?" His chin came up.
Reita swallowed. "And what?"
"You don't look happy." Ruki pulled off his sunglasses and hung them on his shirts collar.
His eyes went back down to the roses. "I am happy." Reita shifted his weight from one foot to another, the black wrapping paper rustling. "I'm just..." He sighed.
Another tap. "You just what?"
"I feel sorry for them." Reita dared to look up and searched for something else than anger and disappointment in Ruki's eyes. "I don't have a vase."
"You've got to be kidding me."
Reita couldn't help but smile apologetically. "I'm serious."
"I know you have one. I saw one, black and angular. With those weird red orchids in it, those that looked like bugs." Ruki creased his brows.
"That was Uruha's." Reita scratched the back of his neck. "Actually, you probably saw that when I was still living with him." He shook his head. "Ruki, that was years ago."
The vocalist looked taken aback. "Are you sure?"
Reita nodded, simply.
The crossed arms loosened, then dropped to his side. "Fuck." One hand came up, black polished fingers touching his forehead behind neatly dyed hair. "How long are we... you know?"
"About three and a half years." Reita offered.
"I'll get you a vase."
______________________________
I have five roses in a floor-washing bucket, just so you know.
This apartment needs less manrii.