Come Alive - Aoi/Uruha (1/1)
Title: Come Alive
Chapter(s): 1/1 (Drabble)
Author: xxshamisen
Genre: Romance, angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Disclaimer: Don't own anything except for my stories.
Summary: This is how the both of them cope in the darkest of times.
Comment: For #100 of 15_minute_fic, also inspired by Baretta.
Everything was a sad song. The world that they lived in, the stage that they played in, the relationship that they belonged to. It really wasn’t hard to break apart as they fall into the sad melodies that they created.
From the other side of the stage, Aoi shot a meaningful glance towards the other guitarist, the smile he forced on his lips for their admirers straightening up. Uruha looked up, caught the look, and nodded. Both their guitar solos have already ended.
It was as if Kai’s drums and Reita’s bass fell silent from their ears as the both of them neared the center platform where Ruki used to be, their backs pressed against each other.
Even if everything was a sad song, they would persist in playing their part with the rhythm of their heart as their beat, until the melodies that they play blend in that they sound as one.
Chapter(s): 1/1 (Drabble)
Author: xxshamisen
Genre: Romance, angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Disclaimer: Don't own anything except for my stories.
Summary: This is how the both of them cope in the darkest of times.
Comment: For #100 of 15_minute_fic, also inspired by Baretta.
Everything was a sad song. The world that they lived in, the stage that they played in, the relationship that they belonged to. It really wasn’t hard to break apart as they fall into the sad melodies that they created.
From the other side of the stage, Aoi shot a meaningful glance towards the other guitarist, the smile he forced on his lips for their admirers straightening up. Uruha looked up, caught the look, and nodded. Both their guitar solos have already ended.
It was as if Kai’s drums and Reita’s bass fell silent from their ears as the both of them neared the center platform where Ruki used to be, their backs pressed against each other.
Even if everything was a sad song, they would persist in playing their part with the rhythm of their heart as their beat, until the melodies that they play blend in that they sound as one.