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Crying Skies and Crying Hearts - Ruki/Uruha (1/1) 
Feb 02 09
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Title: Crying Skies and Crying Hearts
Chapter(s): 1/1
Author: xxshamisen
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Blood ._.
Pairing: Ruki/Uruha
Disclaimer: Don't own anything except for my stories.
Summary: But there was Uruha, seconds away from lifting his foot to the other side of the door despite the pouring rain, perhaps or – Ruki prayed not – surely never turning back again.

Comment: For #87 of 15_minute_fic, also prompted by The Butterfly Effect's Rain, for Ruki's birthday. And what a depressing gift this is LOL xDD But similar to the HYDE one, this is made just so I'd have a gift. I will make a better Ruki present, though~ ♥





When it rains, it pours.

Ruki looked up defeatedly as he watched Uruha near the door, with his guitar case slung over his back, hands clutching tightly on the handles of his bags. No matter how the blond pleaded and cried – if possible he would even cry blood for him – he couldn’t persuade Uruha to go back to him anymore.

But where did it all go wrong?

In the seven years that they had been together, in the seemingly countless years that they have been looking after each other, never once did it cross Ruki’s mind that it would end like this. This was never supposed to happen, they were happy, they were in love, and they didn’t care.

But why was Uruha holding on the door knob, twisting it open, as if in a desperate attempt to get away from him?

Ruki did not understand. Ruki did not want to understand. He had always believed that once you love someone and that someone loves you back, there would be no way that anything could separate you, not even death. Falling out of love was a phrase foreign to him – a heresy that he refused to hear. There’s just no way that Uruha, after years of sharing the same bed and making love in it, sharing the same couch, cuddling and exchanging kisses as they sat on it, could fall out of love.

But there was Uruha, seconds away from lifting his foot to the other side of the door despite the pouring rain, perhaps or – Ruki prayed not – surely never turning back again.

In a desperate attempt to pull on the thinnest string that still bound them together, Ruki stood up from his pathetic kneeling position on the floor and lunged on the nearest vase, shattering it to pieces. Glass shards scattered on the floor, some pricking on his bare skin, and everything went so very quickly. With a piercing shriek on the ears Uruha finally turned back, finding Ruki still crying, face down on the floor, arms coated in thick blood. The taller male dropped his bags down and rushed to Ruki, tears welling on his eyes as well.

“Suffer forever with me,” the blond whispered quietly as Uruha took him in his arms, as the two of them left trails of painful, red drops.
Comments 
Feb 02 09 (UTC)
Is it wrong that I found that cute/romantic. Well, I did. Poor Ruki though.
Feb 02 09 (UTC)
LOL no it's not I think~ I actually find this quite romantic too 8D Ohoho we are sick. xDD

Thank you for reading~ ^^
Feb 02 09 (UTC)
so sad and desperate *sighs* I liked it =)
Feb 02 09 (UTC)
LOL reading the ficlet again made me a bit scared of Ruki being desperate o_o;; Weird LOL xDD

Thank you for reading! ^^
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Feb 02 09 (UTC)
Awww... well, Uruha has his reasons. ._.

Thank you for reading, dear~ ^^
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Feb 03 09 (UTC)
Thanks! ^^
Jul 29 09 (UTC)
:(( romantic and sad in the same time
Jul 30 09 (UTC)
Ah, thank you! :3 I've always wondered why people found this romantic, but oh well. 8D
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