Title: Blank sheets
Author: Mika Kashii Haine
Band: The Gazette (for now)
Pairing: Reita x Ruki (one sided), Ruki x Kai (more to come)
Rating: PG15
Genre: Angst
Chapters: 0/?
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone at all. No matter whom they are or where they are.
Summary: Reita knew no one would come looking for him before a day had passed.
Comments: New story. Yep. This came to me as I was walking home. Hope it's good. I know I should rather finish what I have started, but, one more thing on my hands won't hurt, right?! Comments please!! Oh, also, this is short cause it's like a prologue.
And now. The dreaded day had finally come. In all its horror the day descends upon him. His childhood friend, band mate and long-time crush were finally going to confess his love to their leader. As the observant man Reita was, he had surely noticed that Ruki held deep feelings of more than friendship for their cheery drummer. When he found out, he had studied Kai a lot closer than usual. And it was obvious he held the same feelings for the younger.
Encouraging Ruki to confess. Even when he knew how that would end. His love in the arms of another. This wouldn't change. Only thing for the bassist to do was tie his feelings together even tighter. Suffocate them, and shut them down inside him. This was the same as rejection, huh?!
Leaned against the wall at his balcony. Where he had seated himself to lit a much needed cigarette. Taking a drag as the expected beep and vibration of the cellphone on the concrete. Blindly reaching for hit. His hand closed around it to bring it up. Snapping it open, he read the short text message.
"Succes~~s!!"
Chuckled a nervous laugh at Ruki's happiness. Stomping the cigarette and standing up. He walked in and locked the door leading to the balcony. On his way to the bedroom. He grabbed a random object. Smashed it with all his brute force to the floor. Not saying anything. Expression as apathetic as always. Head a mess with silent screams inside. Hidden. Showing everyone his strength rather than to push his weaknesses and misery upon the people around him. In pure anger, he shoved, smashed, kicked and threw objects the closest to him. Acting upon his rage. Anything to ease up a little.
Running a hand through the messy hair. Patting it back in place. Combing through some soft locks. Finally he stood in the middle of the bedroom. Grabbing his handbag. Showing all the necessary in it. Wallet, pass, some papers, a book, sunglasses, PSP, two pants and two shirts, boxers, socks. It all fit just inside it.
By the door he put on his sneakers, turned around. Looked at the mess he had just created. Huffing and the light were switched off. For a minute he stared at the letter left on the table in his narrow hallway. Uruha's name sloppily scribbled on the envelope. Taking it, he opened the door and stepped out. The clock was sometime around 5AM. Knowing very well, at this time of the day, Uruha would be sound asleep. Tomorrow being a day off too. Reita knew no one would come looking for him before a day had passed. At the most.
Running lightly down the sidewalk towards the, oh so familiar, apartment complex where Uruha resided. Walking to where the mailboxes where located, scanning over them until Uruha's birth name popped up. Sliding the letter into it.
***
"Hey, I want a plane ticket out of Japan." Eyes fixed and serious at the reception clerk behind her desk.
"Where would you like to go, sir?" Politely smiling. Her voice clear, leaving no room for misunderstandings.
"I don't know. I don't care. The first plane I can catch. I have money, so it doesn't matter." Scratching his neck in thought. The blonde looked around a bit.
"I have no luggage either, just this handbag; I can take it on the plane right?"
The lady who was scrolling down on her computer glanced at the bag the blonde man held up and nodded with a 'yes'.
"There was a plane that just left for Paris, France. So the next one would be Sardinia in Italy in an hour." Looking up. That polite smile still plastered on her face. "It will be 5589 yen each way. Do you want to take this one?" She kept on going.
"Yes. I'll take it. I only need a one way ticket." A relieved sigh escaped past his lips as the destination was decided. Though, he had no idea just where it was.
The need to get away. From everything. Clear up the mess that had been created inside he usually collected self. Not speak to anyone. See anyone. Or even be in this familiar place where he had memories of time spent together. Of pain and suffering on lonesome nights. This place. In this country. Where they too easily could get a hold of him. His cellphone left somewhere in the pile of shattered glass and thrown furniture. An unknown place. Unknown people. Where everything was new. Never seen or heard of before. Could he too, start new?