?

Log in

No account? Create an account
花 言 葉 × h a n a k o t o b a
seems that soon i'll wither away without knowing the answer
All's Well That Ends Well - Aoi/Uruha (1/1) 
Jan 20 09
麗
Title: All's Well That Ends Well
Chapter(s): 1/1
Author: xxshamisen
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Disclaimer: Everything written here came from my imagination. Plus I don't own any of the boys though I wish I did xD.
Summary: Aoi's another year older.
Comments: PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR THE FAILED HUMOR. >>;; I try, but I fail~ ;_; Anyway, it's another Aoi birthday fic and I hope you like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! ^^ Also if you squint hard enough you can find another pairing~ *nudges moixmao* Ohoho thank you dearie for giving me an idea to write this fic~ ♥





The only part that Aoi liked during his birthday is the fact that other people buzzed about it. Fans flooded his mailbox (and inbox) with birthday messages and gifts, the staff always prepared something special for him such as the chocolate cake that he always craved for during the season, and his band mates were always considerably good to him – that is, not teasing or angering him in any way – every twentieth of January. Everything else, mainly that part where he gets a year older, Aoi hated with a passion.

“Shut the fuck up, it’s my birthday anyway,” a grumpy Aoi snarled at his alarm clock as he slammed a hand over it, finally halting its hellish shrieks. He cursed even more under his breath, having forgotten that everybody always got a free pass for being late during their birthdays. But since he was wide awake already and there was nothing more to do around, he decided to just get up, get the work over with, and maybe indulge himself to some fine restaurant later after bringing home the gifts that he’d no doubt receive today. That’s always been his routine for the past… honestly he lost count of the years.

However the mishaps didn’t stop there. As he was already nearing the train station he suddenly remembered how cold it could get inside the studio, so he promptly made his way back to his apartment unit. It was really no big deal – his house wasn’t that far from the train station and it wasn’t like he’s expected to come in early. And then he realized that he didn’t have his house keys with him; apparently he left it inside. At that he searched under the pots in the front porch for the spare key he had hidden there, and remembered that he lent it to Uruha, for reasons he’s not very interested to remember at the moment. Disgruntled, the older guitarist turned back and decided to just go to work; he could always ask Sakai-san for a coat or something and he could ask Uruha for his keys when he got at the studio.

On the way back, he almost got splashed with the roadside water due to some idiot speeding so early in the morning. Fortunately he didn’t, but in return some sticky gum stuck on his shoe when he stepped backward. Oh the expression on Aoi’s face when he realized that. Was this some kind of sick initiation to being thirty by the gods in heaven? He then gave the middle finger towards the sky, and the people gave him weird stares and mocking giggles. Even more flowery words passed the man’s lips.

Thankfully he got to the studio safe, except for having to endure a cramped train and hands wandering to various parts of his body every now and then. What Aoi was even more thankful for was the smiling faces of the PSC staff when he arrived, the letters and gifts for his thirtieth birthday neatly placed on a table. He figured more and more presents would be sent later, so he decided to leave it there first. But as he moved away from the table he accidentally got caught on one of the stuffed toys in there and everything toppled to the ground. Even if somebody offered and was already fixing the mess, Aoi just couldn’t take it anymore and stormed out of the hallway, cursing even more with every step that he took.

Reaching the practice room, Aoi was greeted by a forlorn Kai, who didn’t seem all too enthusiastic with greeting him. When he asked, the drummer simply handed him a box of pastries. Kai apologized over and over again as Aoi took one brownie, saying that he’d make it up to him but not now when they still had work to do. Aoi grimaced when he took a bite, and honestly he wanted to puke, but that would be rude.

“I accidentally put MSG in it instead of sugar,” he explained, then scurried off when the manager called him.

It was the same with Ruki. The adorable little vocalist had prepared a shirt design for him, but then a bottle of cologne spilled over the drawing (how that happened Aoi didn’t know and wouldn’t like to know anyway) and it got ruined. Same as Kai, he said he’d make it up to him, but only when they aren’t as busy anymore. Plopping down on the couch, Aoi sighed. At least Reita’s preparation for his birthday wasn’t at all catastrophic – the bassist simply gave him a copy of that game they’ve wanted to play badly for the couple of weeks, and it was a good copy too.

Still, he let out an even deeper sigh when he realized that Uruha wasn’t about to come any time soon. Lately the blond guitarist disappeared without notifying anybody, and would simply come to work the next day saying that he overslept or some other irresponsible excuse. Or maybe he’s absent because he didn’t want to hang around or be pestered by an old man already? Ever since Aoi came to realize that he might have some (massive) feelings for Uruha, he did his best to get closer to the other. How Aoi almost smothered himself with the pillows when that thought crossed his mind.

Finally the day was finished, and it’s as if everybody forgot that it was his birthday today. Maybe that was for the better; he really didn’t want to remember that this day ever happened, not with the numerous disasters that happened today. His only consolation was the comfort of his lounge chair and the game that Reita gave him. By tomorrow hopefully he’d forget all about this day, and being thirty would just be a thing of yesterday, literally.

For the ride home he decided that it would be better to take the cab, especially with the paper bags and the boxes that he still had to carry. Luckily he arrived at his unit unscathed. Now standing at the doorway, Aoi put his things down and reached for the doorknob, totally forgetting that he didn’t have his keys. But to his surprise the door clicked open and even more surprising was the person who opened it for him.

Ossu,” Uruha greeted, immediately reaching for the boxes and paper bags on the floor.

A still shocked Aoi simply watched Uruha as he went back inside his house, already setting up the presents at the side of the living room. “What the hell are you doing in here man?”

Uruha simply raised a brow and smiled widely. “What, you don’t want me here?”

“No that’s not—”

The blond’s smile turned into a loud laugh. “Thought I’d give you your key back today and remembered that I still needed to get some of the equipment here, but found your work room a pigsty. I couldn’t stand it so I cleaned it up, and it took me a whole damn day.”

“You, cleaning?”

“Well okay no, I called some cleaning service but I can’t possibly leave that woman alone in your house, now can I?” Uruha then made himself comfortable on the couch and Aoi did the same.

The dark haired guitarist leaned at the back of the couch. “Yeah, I can’t possibly have any of my things stolen, that’d be the cherry coating for my otherwise wonderful day,” with that he massaged his shoulders for added effect. Uruha raised a brow.

“Oh, so you had a shitty day huh?”

“You bet,” Aoi sighed in an exasperated manner, rolling his eyes at the remembrance of every single thing that happened to him. “You can’t imagine how much crap I had to go through all day long, but I guess all’s well that ends well.” At least he got home in one piece, he wanted to add.

“So my presence cancels out all the bad things that had happened to you today?”

Within a split second Aoi’s face flushed, and if it was physically possible to emit heat smoke from his ears he would’ve done that too. “F-fuck you!” he exclaimed, lightly punching Uruha on the shoulder, to which the latter responded with a cheery laugh. “The nerve! You barge into my house, you tell me shit and on top of all of that, you haven’t even given me my present, you bastard!”

“Your present… well.” Uruha closed his eyes and leaned forward, trapping the older guitarist between him and the wall. He then brushed his lips against the other’s, and when he pulled back a sweet, meaningful smile was already painted on his face.

Aoi was rendered speechless. The first thing that kicked in to him was his manly pride which basically shouted the word ‘faggot’ at Uruha, but then his thoughts softened, realizing it was Uruha, and his inner giddy boy was making that little yes pose in his heart. After a few more seconds he at least managed to laugh it off, slapping the blond’s chest with the back of his hand. “The hell was that fanservice for?” he managed to choke out, but Uruha still had that smile on his face.

“You don’t see any fans, do you?” Uruha answered swiftly, leaning back against the couch as well. Aoi simply shot him a goofy smile and a questioning look (he really was confused at the moment, but liked the feeling all the same). “Oh c’mon Aoi, I know you have the hots for me, and if you haven’t noticed, I do to. You know I always play the hard-to-get crap, but for your birthday, I won’t give you anymore problems.”

The goofy smile on Aoi’s face stayed, spread wider, eventually died down and was wiped off with an awkward ‘eh?’ expression. “What are you saying?” No need to defend himself anymore anyway; he’s already been found out – as if it wasn’t obvious in the first place.

“I’m saying that I like you too, idiot, and I’m not gonna give you a hard time in chasing me anymore.”

At that moment Aoi had the urge to embrace Uruha tightly, but the light-hearted punch on the blond’s chest was enough to express the same feeling. “Bastard.” With that the two burst into a hearty laughter. When it finally subsided and they had already wiped off the beads of tears at the corner of their eyes, Uruha placed a hand on Aoi’s knee, and Aoi intertwined that hand with his.

“So does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?” Aoi said, as a mischievous smile formed on his lips.

Uruha smirked and smacked Aoi in the chest with his free hand, just like the latter did earlier. “Fuck you, man.”

The smile on Aoi’s face widened even more. “That would be lovely.”
Comments 
Jan 20 09 (UTC)
eeee this is cute and fluffly and manrii and cute and and..did i mention cute? ^o^
Jan 20 09 (UTC)
I LOVE YOUR ICON @u@

Ohoho, manrii. I like that word xDDD Thanks for reading! ^^

PS The pr0nz happened after. Just ask Aoi... or Uruha. Ohohohohohoho. xDD
Jan 20 09 (UTC)
LOL the last line made me laugh XDD
Jan 20 09 (UTC)
"With pleasure" was supposed to be the last line, but I wasn't quite sure if that was right. I decided against it but found a phrase that's just as funny LOL xDD

Thanks for reading! ^^
Jan 20 09 (UTC)
aww... lovely and adorably fluffy...
Jan 20 09 (UTC)
Thank you for reading! ^^
Jan 20 09 (UTC)
Aww!
That was cute. And heartwarming.
Aoi's day really did end well ^^

Jan 20 09 (UTC)
It did! ♥

Thank you for reading! ^^
Jan 20 09 (UTC)
aaaah, it's too cute, my teeth are going to rot, you'll have to pay for my dentist. End of story.

thank you very much.

XD
Jan 20 09 (UTC)
Oh noes D=

Well, I'm glad you liked the teeth-rotting fluffles anyways. Thanks for reading. ^^
Jan 20 09 (UTC)
Owww, so sweet, yet very manly. I loved how you painted it, punching each other after love confession. And Uruha was great "You know I always play the hard-to-get crap, but for your birthday, I won’t give you anymore problems." How sweet of him. Now I can't help wondering did Aoi really get any stuffed animals for his 30th birthday :D
Jan 20 09 (UTC)
Also loved the unsure Aoi with the fanservice line. (I love fanservice and obviously any mention of it.)
Jan 20 09 (UTC)
OH, so that's what you people meant with this fic being manly! xDD LOL I really didn't see it like that at first xDD *fail*

Well if I knew how to make stuffed toys I would've make Aoi one, and me = fangirl, and fangirls = people who give Aoi presents, so yeah. =\

Thank you for reading! <3
Jan 20 09 (UTC)
Man, I forgot some people actually know how to make those stuffed bears. I did see it in one Taiwan drama. If I was going to give him a stuffed animal it would be the one I bought in a store. I guess I make a lousy fangirl. Oh, well :)
Jan 21 09 (UTC)
But still a fangirl, so that's alright xDDD Plus it's the thought that counts xDD
Jan 21 09 (UTC)
FSFBAGJGFADDSAKLKFSN THAT'S SOOO EFFING CUTE > v < ~!

People inside the library were giving me weird looks because I can't help grinning while reading.

And lol at the attempted Reita x Aoi [YES I SAW THAT 8D]

It was manriii alright, in a cute, fluffy way.

I love you for this~
Jan 21 09 (UTC)
HOHO I KNOW THE FEELING, that one when people stare at you when you start grinning like an idiot xDD

IT'S YOUR FAULT xDD I still can't imagine Reita/Aoi even despite of the evidences we've seen xDD

LOL manrii. That word cracks me up everytime~ xDD

ILY too bb~ xDDD
Jan 21 09 (UTC)
aaawww I love it!
<3
Jan 21 09 (UTC)
I'm glad you loved it! Thanks for reading~ ^^
Jan 27 09 (UTC)
it so fluffy and sweet.love it.
Jan 27 09 (UTC)
Like it's supposed to be! xDD

Thank you for reading! ^^
This page was loaded Sep 15th 2019, 9:05 pm GMT.