One Each At A TimeChapter(s):
Don't own anything except for my stories.Summary:
With little steps, they try to close the gap they had not realized was already there.Comment:
I love BIAB08. ♥ Also, this one's for #28 [Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou?] of 30_romances
Neither of them could quite figure out how they drifted apart.
It wasn’t that Uruha didn’t care enough. At the back of his mind he did worry about the friendship he had with Aoi, just as he worried for his friendship with Ruki, Reita, and Kai. But what good is worrying for such a thing when they saw each other every single day, anyway? Besides, they were busy, work would always come first before anything else, and Uruha always had other matters to attend to. Maybe his personality mix just wasn’t something appropriate for a friendship – he’d always been a little bit timid, more or less passive, and to tell the truth, very much closed to everybody else. But of course, Uruha found nothing wrong about that. Everybody was different.
Or maybe Aoi was just expecting too much. He’d never been clingy to any person before but there was just something in Uruha that made him unsatisfied with the way things were. He wasn’t a generally friendly person either – he also kept to himself numerous of times and was always too shy to make the first move to say hi. Making an effort was futile; he had far too many things to finish and far more important issues to think about. Yet somehow, at the end of the day, thoughts about Uruha would swim in his mind, persistently asking how he’s been, what could he be doing, and whatever the hell went wrong that they don’t even acknowledge each other as much anymore.
And so when he saw noticed Uruha walking towards his direction, Aoi couldn’t make himself ignore the younger guitarist. With a forced nonchalant smile on his face, he continued on his way, not uttering a single word but waving slightly as a greeting. He wished the other man didn’t have to put those huge sunglasses so that at least he could see him looking back.
But he didn’t wave back, or even seemed to notice Aoi. The smile bitterly faded on his lips as he made his way to the next room, wishing he didn’t care too much.
It was insane how hectic the band acted even inside the tour bus. Which is why there is little to no coverage of their activities whenever there, because all anybody would see are the boys either playing their instruments or staring down a few pieces of paper. The ride to wherever place they have to go was always quiet, with the exception of guitar and bass sounds, and the occasional exchange of words between Ruki and Kai. Aoi, on the other hand, would always be doing nothing. He made sure that everything he needed to do or practice would be finished the day prior, and all he ever had to do on the tour bus was to sleep or relax. None of the four dared disturb him during these times, as a sign of respect.
This time though he simply had his elbow propped by the window sill, staring out in the streets, making mental maps of the places they’ve passed. He remembered how these were the very same streets they went by every year, but every year they passed here as very different persons. Not just in terms of the looks and perhaps even the music, but they were just… different.
Of course when they were starting out, they were nothing but shabby young adults, their faces smudged with white and black make-up and playing their instruments along these sidewalks, singing their lungs out as if there was no tomorrow. How after every show they’d go back to grovelling for food and stealing juices and cigarettes from one another. Aoi could only smile at that. Way back then, they were closer together, with nothing in mind but playing for themselves and having their stomachs half-filled at least when tomorrow comes.
Now they were just drowned with paperwork and bustling people all around them, stage lights blaring on their faces and uncomfortable costumes constricting their already lean frames. And he wondered where the ties between these five (or six; he did miss Yune at times) – once ambitious – young men had really gone; if it’s already gone with the wind, cut into pieces and forgotten already, or maybe still there, just waiting for a little pull.
It wasn’t just Aoi who thought that, to be honest. However, when Uruha decided to pull on that thin string, the older was already sleeping.
The twenty-third of August came, and it started to rain in the middle of the performance. For a moment there he worried for the fans who were getting wet from the weather, but his attention was once again snatched by the guitar in his hands. To think about when to throw his head next or when to smile next was actually much harder to do. Although he could flash his teeth and do some silly (or sexy, depending on what kind of person looks at it) gestures with his hands or hips as he played, Uruha could safely say he didn’t enjoy doing those things much. If he could only stand there or sit somewhere while he played, then playing the guitar would actually be more enjoyable.
Uruha let his eyes roam to the other side of the stage. He wondered how Aoi could look and act so full of energy when playing alone was exhausting. Maybe it was because of the rest that he had back at the tour bus, or maybe Aoi grew in a way that Uruha never noticed. Either way he couldn’t trouble his brain of those thoughts, not here, not now. He had to focus.
When Aoi moved to the center of the stage, Uruha found himself walking there as well. The desire to know what drives Aoi was stronger than he thought, and he was seriously about to ask the older about that, regardless if it was in the middle of the song. They knew how to play with just their fingers anyway, not necessarily with their minds too, and they never seemed to mess up even with that.
As he was about to open his mouth to speak, Uruha was simply greeted with a toothy grin by the older guitarist. “Been a while,” he also caught the older say despite all the noise.
By that time everything he pretty much wanted to ask just slipped from his mind, and simply replied to that grin with a bright smile of his own before they went back to their respective positions.
Though their hearts were satisfied with another job well done, even after all these years, something that they couldn’t get quite used to is the fatigue that always dawned on their muscles after every performance. Aoi stood by the doorway, scanning the small room for even just a little area where he could rest his beat-down body. But with Ruki and Reita sprawled on the floor – the remaining space of it littered by their soaked outfits and other accessories – and Kai occupying the couch and soiling it with his heavy sweating, there wasn’t much choice but to just lie down on the bed next to Uruha, hoping that he wouldn’t stir when the mattress dipped in his weight.
Aoi held down his breath as he slowly positioned himself straight on the bed but to no avail – his actions were far too clouded with exhaustion to ever be accurate, and ended up nuzzling against Uruha’s already cold neck, hand brushing on the younger’s bare stomach. Uruha only moaned softly, but other than that, nothing. Aoi’s heart beat stabilized as he closed his eyes.
Uruha slowly opened his eyes to find a mop of dark hair on his chin and a hand by his stomach. Facing towards the other, he observed Aoi’s peaceful sleeping face with rather drowsy eyes. He shuffled in the bed so that he lied on his stomach just like Aoi. “Been a while,” the younger whispered quietly, and he could swear Aoi’s lips twitched into a small smile, but that could very well be his imagination playing tricks on his tired mind. With that, Uruha’s eyes slipped close.