A GazettE Thing - DISCONTINUED -

Never Fading Flower (Flashback)

Title: Never Fading Flower (Flashback)

Chapter: 19

Content: Yaoi fanfiction, Ruki x Uruha, Kai x Aoi, Manabu x Rui, Byou x Jin

Summary: On their world tour, Ruki and Uruha become wrapped up in each other, and their bonds become closer. Until one of them breaks that trust. Kai is having difficulty accepting that Aoi loves him and finds an interest in his 'buddy' Manabu. Aoi is unsure of his relationship with Kai, and struggles to keep Kazuki's affections off him. Reita is just plain fed up with all the band members acting childish and is glad when he meets Mao, (vocalist of Sid), who helps him get the two bands under control.

Characters:

GazettE: Matsumoto Takanori (Ruki), Suzuki Akira (Reita), Takashima Kouyou (Uruha), Uke Yutaka (Kai), Shiroyama Yuu (Aoi)

*A/N: I think you will all agree that this chapter is long overdue. This chapter will start to bring the clear contention of the plot into focus, so although it may not be written along the current time line of the story, it does have some insight about Ruki's determination to keep Uruha.*

[August 2011]

"Did you have a nice day today Mr. Matsumoto?" The old lady asked from behind the apartment's reception desk.

Ruki nodded and grinned. "I had an exceptional day, how was yours Mrs Mahiro?"

"Mine was also exceptional, my husband is cooking tonight, so I have the afternoon off."

"What are you having?" Ruki asked trying to keep the images of a big British Navy Officer in a frilly apron out of his head.

"I don't know." The older lady replied, her eyes twinkling. "It's a surprise."

Ruki grinned.

"Oh and dear I have a package for you."

The smile from Ruki's face fell. He hadn't ordered anything, so who the hell was the package from? Shrugging he took the large package from the small woman's hands and carried it up the long flight of stairs to his apartment. He could of taken the lift and saved time, but the vocalist needed the exercise, lately he noticed he had put on quite a few extra kilo's. Due to the circumstances, it was understandable that he had gained weight. Only in the past two weeks had he been out and mingled in society, dragged out of his bed of misery and tears by his persistent bandmates. The only things he had been capable of whilst locked in his apartment was drinking, eating and smoking. As he climbed, he pondered about the strange package. It was a long cardboard box, but it wasn't very deep. Also there was no return address. Only a simple 'To Takanori Matsumoto' scrawled across the front in familiar loopy handwriting. He had seen that handwriting before, but at the current moment in time, he could not place where he had seen it or who it belonged to. His footfalls echoed down the empty stair wells and it was not before long his feet led him to his apartment door. Unlocking the door, he slipped his shoes off and headed straight for his couch, dumping his handbag on a plush chair as he went. Settling the box on his lap, he began to open it. Holding his breath as his small delicate fingers hit soft silken fabric. Oh no... Ruki shoved the box off his lap. The contents fell out and revealed several kimono's, all painstakingly memorable. He gulped, and crawling off the couch, he grabbed his favourite kimono and held it close to his chest. It was the one he had worn when they first met. When they had first slept together. When he had taken a young, frightened, but very determined vocalist under his wing. The mix of silk and leather were a strange contrast, but when it came to him, Ruki denied that there was anything strange about it. The costume from the Yume Izuru Chi PV held so many memories for him. Back then his hair was completely blonde. Back then, his beauty was not marred by grief and hardships, it flourished like a flower that received all the nurturing it could ever want. Lying amongst the tangle of kimono's, and breathing in the faint scent of him was how Ruki wished he could stay forever. He had taught the young vocalist of the GazettE to love himself, and to always strive for your goal, regardless of the criticism you receive. To have your own style, and be unique from everyone else. His strong words resounded in his head, the voice still as deep and rich as he remembered it. Running a hand through his dark hair, Ruki bit back the flood of emotions that came rushing through his defences, but the tears could not be stopped. Ever since the 18th of July, they could not be stopped. His small body had cried and cried, pouring his heart out, screaming the words that he had left unspoken, cursing the time that had separated them over the nine years that they had known each other. Feeling guilty for leaving him alone for so long. For not being there in his time of need.