Noodles and Blue Lights
A slash fic by laughingart
Chapter One:
One Night, it was the rain
Rukawa had always liked rain rolling down window panes, ever since he was a young kid. Rain was very thought provoking and Rukawa liked thinking. Right now, it was approximately 2:30 in the afternoon and he was munching on a bowl of self cooked noodles, watching the TV without really watching it, though not really thinking anything. Ah, some peace and quiet. At last.
"Rukawa!!!" a high pitched voice the boy recognized very well called from the bedroom and he groaned inwardly. What could that pink-haired, red-eyed girl want now? "Don't you like my dress?" A thin, bouncy girl, as predicted, hopped into the living room, dressed in something that Rukawa personally felt could only be called a dress if you didn't move your thighs. He looked up at her blankly, "You took four hours...to change into that?"
At this, she immediately melted into a pout, not satisfied by his reaction, "Why don't you try?"
"No offense okay, you look great!" Rukawa attempted a smile. More like half-naked, he thought. There was silence, but it was rudely punctured by the shout of `Goal' from the screen.
"Well?" the girl asked, playing with her sharp, well manicured black nails.
"Well, what?"
"Honestly, those girls are always telling me how lucky I am to be living with you in this pathetic apartment, but all you ever do is sit down there and do absolutely nothing," she rolled her eyes and plopped down on the sofa. Rukawa was secretly praying nothing would burst.
"Listen, I love you, Yuki, "he started lamely, and he felt the girl prick her ears, "Do you want to go somewhere?" Ah. That was good. The girl smiled and hopped up again, "Of course!"
I need to memorize this, he told himself.
She turned around again, "Wait, before we go...do you think I put on enough make up?"
"It's perfect," Rukawa attempted to sound sincere, "Honest." The girl glanced into a mirror, screwed her red lips and shook her head, "No way. Just hold on." Rukawa nodded and picked up his car keys, as Yuki disappeared into their room again.
By the time she appeared again, Rukawa had already finished his noodles and washed up afterwards and was feeling incredibly sleepy. It was true that Yuki was very, very pretty, he thought as she flounced past, but that was about it.
"Let's go then, "she said, jumping out of the door.
Rukawa looked longingly at the basketball court as he walked to his car, feeling very deprived indeed. Yuki hated basketball, therefore he had to sneak out at 4 in the morning and return by 6, if he wanted to play. Now as they walked pass, all the basketballers stopped and stared gawk-eyed at Yuki, who seemed to greatly enjoy the attention. This part greatly annoyed him too, for Yuki would always wink and wave at them.
They were going to the local bar, The Blue Room, as usual, where Yuki would instantly disappear and Rukawa would spend almost the entire time drinking at the corner of the bar, trying to filter the techno music out of his head. What Yuki did at the bar he had not a clue, but knew she would not tell the truth if he asked. He drove smoothly down the street, listening to Yuki's incessant chat about red skirts, school bitches and martini, saying the occasional "Yeah", "Wow", "Of course".
"Why don't you talk?" Yuki remarked irritably.
"I don't know anything about red skirts, school bitches or martini, I think you're more fluent in those areas," Rukawa replied, and that seemed to make Yuki all happy again.
They arrived at The Blue Room, and it was packed, as usual, smelling of tobacco and sweat. "See you later, dear!" Yuki grinned, striding into the pub, winking at anyone who looked like a guy. "Bye," Rukawa said tonelessly, following her spiritlessly into the bar.
It was dark inside, with flashing blue and pink lights that blinded the boy. Someone was playing a Darude number and there were numerous people, dressed in a variety of clothing, dancing and gyrating to the beat. Rukawa walked as far away from them as possible, and sat himself down at the bar, ordering his usual lemon cocktail.
"I like cocktails too, " someone next to him remarked and the boy spun around immediately. "Hey I know you..."
"I know you too, " the someone, who happened to be a boy, who was about Rukawa's height and built, said, "You're Kaede Rukawa, right?"
"Yeah, " Rukawa replied, "And you are..."
"Sendoh Akira," the boy said, finishing his cocktail with a smile.
A slash fic by laughingart
Chapter One:
One Night, it was the rain
Rukawa had always liked rain rolling down window panes, ever since he was a young kid. Rain was very thought provoking and Rukawa liked thinking. Right now, it was approximately 2:30 in the afternoon and he was munching on a bowl of self cooked noodles, watching the TV without really watching it, though not really thinking anything. Ah, some peace and quiet. At last.
"Rukawa!!!" a high pitched voice the boy recognized very well called from the bedroom and he groaned inwardly. What could that pink-haired, red-eyed girl want now? "Don't you like my dress?" A thin, bouncy girl, as predicted, hopped into the living room, dressed in something that Rukawa personally felt could only be called a dress if you didn't move your thighs. He looked up at her blankly, "You took four hours...to change into that?"
At this, she immediately melted into a pout, not satisfied by his reaction, "Why don't you try?"
"No offense okay, you look great!" Rukawa attempted a smile. More like half-naked, he thought. There was silence, but it was rudely punctured by the shout of `Goal' from the screen.
"Well?" the girl asked, playing with her sharp, well manicured black nails.
"Well, what?"
"Honestly, those girls are always telling me how lucky I am to be living with you in this pathetic apartment, but all you ever do is sit down there and do absolutely nothing," she rolled her eyes and plopped down on the sofa. Rukawa was secretly praying nothing would burst.
"Listen, I love you, Yuki, "he started lamely, and he felt the girl prick her ears, "Do you want to go somewhere?" Ah. That was good. The girl smiled and hopped up again, "Of course!"
I need to memorize this, he told himself.
She turned around again, "Wait, before we go...do you think I put on enough make up?"
"It's perfect," Rukawa attempted to sound sincere, "Honest." The girl glanced into a mirror, screwed her red lips and shook her head, "No way. Just hold on." Rukawa nodded and picked up his car keys, as Yuki disappeared into their room again.
By the time she appeared again, Rukawa had already finished his noodles and washed up afterwards and was feeling incredibly sleepy. It was true that Yuki was very, very pretty, he thought as she flounced past, but that was about it.
"Let's go then, "she said, jumping out of the door.
Rukawa looked longingly at the basketball court as he walked to his car, feeling very deprived indeed. Yuki hated basketball, therefore he had to sneak out at 4 in the morning and return by 6, if he wanted to play. Now as they walked pass, all the basketballers stopped and stared gawk-eyed at Yuki, who seemed to greatly enjoy the attention. This part greatly annoyed him too, for Yuki would always wink and wave at them.
They were going to the local bar, The Blue Room, as usual, where Yuki would instantly disappear and Rukawa would spend almost the entire time drinking at the corner of the bar, trying to filter the techno music out of his head. What Yuki did at the bar he had not a clue, but knew she would not tell the truth if he asked. He drove smoothly down the street, listening to Yuki's incessant chat about red skirts, school bitches and martini, saying the occasional "Yeah", "Wow", "Of course".
"Why don't you talk?" Yuki remarked irritably.
"I don't know anything about red skirts, school bitches or martini, I think you're more fluent in those areas," Rukawa replied, and that seemed to make Yuki all happy again.
They arrived at The Blue Room, and it was packed, as usual, smelling of tobacco and sweat. "See you later, dear!" Yuki grinned, striding into the pub, winking at anyone who looked like a guy. "Bye," Rukawa said tonelessly, following her spiritlessly into the bar.
It was dark inside, with flashing blue and pink lights that blinded the boy. Someone was playing a Darude number and there were numerous people, dressed in a variety of clothing, dancing and gyrating to the beat. Rukawa walked as far away from them as possible, and sat himself down at the bar, ordering his usual lemon cocktail.
"I like cocktails too, " someone next to him remarked and the boy spun around immediately. "Hey I know you..."
"I know you too, " the someone, who happened to be a boy, who was about Rukawa's height and built, said, "You're Kaede Rukawa, right?"
"Yeah, " Rukawa replied, "And you are..."
"Sendoh Akira," the boy said, finishing his cocktail with a smile.