Title: Kiss from a rose
Genre: Fluff
Band: Gazette
Pairing: Aoi-x-Uruha
Rating: PG
Chapter: Lavender
Disclaimer: Chaostie does not claim any right to any of the people or places mentioned in this fanwork.
Summary: Each rose has a specific color, each color, a specific meaning.
The practice room was quiet, even as the band members went about packing away their respective instruments into their individual cases. It had been a long day, almost eight hours straight of nothing but songs. Uruha hadn't even been aware that they had that much material to cover in that long a time. Now, everyone was silent, physically and mentally exhausted, thinking now only of the long hot shower and warm comfy bed that awaited them at home. Even Uruha, with his seemingly limitless energy, was finally starting to feel the wear and tear of an entire week of this exhausting practice schedule.
He didn't even notice when everyone had finally left, murmuring tired goodbyes, leaving Aoi and himself all alone in the garage. It was humorous that the big famous band used a mere, practically run-down garage as their preferred practice studio. They had used it since they days when they were still playing in local bars, hours after school, trying to make a name for themselves, just to get out there. The same furnishings adorned the concrete room, from the torn couch against the wall, to the old wooden crate in the corner, nothing had changed, and it was almost like walking into the past. But the couch was no longer new with a broken leg; it was torn and stitched lovingly back together. The walls, once almost white in color, were grey from smoke, stains running down the wall in simple patters. The instruments that made their home in the small space were newer, more expensive than their predecessors. The men, once boys, had grown up in more ways than one.
It was in this atmosphere that Uruha found himself alone in, Aoi by his own guitar stand, watching patiently as his fellow guitarist lazily finished stowing away his precious instrument.
When Uruha was done, Aoi finally spoke. "Uruha..." It was startling to hear Aoi's normally confident voice break the easy silence in the room, nervous and hesitant. Nevertheless, Uruha turned around, giving his friend all his attention, a tired smile gracing his fleshy lips. However, instead of looking at Aoi across the room, he suddenly found his face filled to the brim with the sights and smells of a single purple rose.
"Wha...?" He was speechless, Aoi was presenting him with a rose, and not even a typical red or white rose, but a purple one, lavender really, his favorite color. He knew that different colored roses meant different things, like how red meant love and passion, white was innocence and serenity, and so on, but what in the world did a purple one signify?
“Aoi…?” Uruha’s voice was breathless, confused, the only noise in the quiet room, save for Aoi’s own nervous breathing. He brought his face up from the sweet smelling flower, finally looking up to Aoi with a confused look, one that quickly turn to content amusement. Aoi wasn’t even looking at him, his eyes were fixated pointedly on the far wall, his tanned skin flushed a lovely shade of pink. It was almost cute.
Aoi glanced at him, and finding Uruha staring at him with a small smile, blushed darker and fixed his eyes once again on the wall. It was no longer almost cute, it was downright adorable. With his smile still in place, and perhaps his own cheeks tinted lightly, Uruha reached out a hand and slowly closed it around the smooth, thorn less stem of the lavender rose. Aoi’s hand dropped almost immediately, waiting until their hands brushed before he jerked it back in surprise.
The rose even smelled like lavender, probably sprayed to do so, Uruha noted absently as he ran the soft petals across his lips, taking in the fragrance and beauty of the simple flower. “Thank you.” He murmured truthfully, flashing Aoi one of his toothy smiles. Aoi’s eyes slid to look at him slowly, the blush only growing stronger.
“No problem.” This time, it was Aoi’s voice that was breathless.
Uruha smiled again, watching bemusedly as Aoi’s eyes darted back to the wall; it must have been a very interesting wall. With a small laugh, Uruha leaned forward, brushing lips that were as soft as the petals that had danced along them not moments before, against skin that was equally as soft, if not pinker.
Aoi must have literally jumped into the air, for no more than a second after Uruha’s lips had made contact with his skin, had he suddenly been almost five feet away, staring at Uruha with a look of utter astonishment and bewilderment. One of his own hands slowly reached up to stroke his cheek, as if he wasn’t quite sure what just occurred, had really occurred. But his cheek was still warm, and slightly damp from Uruha’s own lips. Almost instantly, his blush intensified, as if it wasn’t dark enough already.
The blonde only smiled sweetly, his expression dripping with honey. Scooping his bag up and over his shoulder, he turned to watch Aoi expectantly, however, his band mate only gave him a stupid and slightly confused look in return. Heaving an exasperated sigh, Uruha scooped Aoi’s bag up and shoved it at him, the latter’s hands instantly clutching it in a vice like grip.
Uruha smiled again, probably the hundredth time in the past ten minutes, watching as Aoi slowly slipped the bag over his shoulder, avoiding Uruha’s own gaze at all costs. Reaching forward, Uruha laced his fingers though Aoi’s own limp ones, the brunette jumped again, but didn’t let go, only looked up at Uruha in baffled confusion. Uruha only winked at him, causing the slowly disappearing blush to come back full-circle, before practically skipping out of the garage, the dark-hared guitarist being dragged behind.
“Uh… Uruha?”
“Shh. I don’t know what it lavender means, but it’s good, right?”
For the first time that day, Aoi graced the bubbly blonde with a smile, offering a small nod before following him down the empty street.
-----
Lavender roses means, “Love at first sight, Enhancement”. A thorn less rose also means, “Love at first sight”.
This is basically going to be a series involving the meanings of rose colors; each one can be seen as a stand-alone.
This actually started as a 4-panel comic I doodled during class, and then I got the idea for this fanfiction.
Also, if anyone knows of any KanonxBou fanfictions, please share. Or I would love to do a fanfiction trade?
Genre: Fluff
Band: Gazette
Pairing: Aoi-x-Uruha
Rating: PG
Chapter: Lavender
Disclaimer: Chaostie does not claim any right to any of the people or places mentioned in this fanwork.
Summary: Each rose has a specific color, each color, a specific meaning.
The practice room was quiet, even as the band members went about packing away their respective instruments into their individual cases. It had been a long day, almost eight hours straight of nothing but songs. Uruha hadn't even been aware that they had that much material to cover in that long a time. Now, everyone was silent, physically and mentally exhausted, thinking now only of the long hot shower and warm comfy bed that awaited them at home. Even Uruha, with his seemingly limitless energy, was finally starting to feel the wear and tear of an entire week of this exhausting practice schedule.
He didn't even notice when everyone had finally left, murmuring tired goodbyes, leaving Aoi and himself all alone in the garage. It was humorous that the big famous band used a mere, practically run-down garage as their preferred practice studio. They had used it since they days when they were still playing in local bars, hours after school, trying to make a name for themselves, just to get out there. The same furnishings adorned the concrete room, from the torn couch against the wall, to the old wooden crate in the corner, nothing had changed, and it was almost like walking into the past. But the couch was no longer new with a broken leg; it was torn and stitched lovingly back together. The walls, once almost white in color, were grey from smoke, stains running down the wall in simple patters. The instruments that made their home in the small space were newer, more expensive than their predecessors. The men, once boys, had grown up in more ways than one.
It was in this atmosphere that Uruha found himself alone in, Aoi by his own guitar stand, watching patiently as his fellow guitarist lazily finished stowing away his precious instrument.
When Uruha was done, Aoi finally spoke. "Uruha..." It was startling to hear Aoi's normally confident voice break the easy silence in the room, nervous and hesitant. Nevertheless, Uruha turned around, giving his friend all his attention, a tired smile gracing his fleshy lips. However, instead of looking at Aoi across the room, he suddenly found his face filled to the brim with the sights and smells of a single purple rose.
"Wha...?" He was speechless, Aoi was presenting him with a rose, and not even a typical red or white rose, but a purple one, lavender really, his favorite color. He knew that different colored roses meant different things, like how red meant love and passion, white was innocence and serenity, and so on, but what in the world did a purple one signify?
“Aoi…?” Uruha’s voice was breathless, confused, the only noise in the quiet room, save for Aoi’s own nervous breathing. He brought his face up from the sweet smelling flower, finally looking up to Aoi with a confused look, one that quickly turn to content amusement. Aoi wasn’t even looking at him, his eyes were fixated pointedly on the far wall, his tanned skin flushed a lovely shade of pink. It was almost cute.
Aoi glanced at him, and finding Uruha staring at him with a small smile, blushed darker and fixed his eyes once again on the wall. It was no longer almost cute, it was downright adorable. With his smile still in place, and perhaps his own cheeks tinted lightly, Uruha reached out a hand and slowly closed it around the smooth, thorn less stem of the lavender rose. Aoi’s hand dropped almost immediately, waiting until their hands brushed before he jerked it back in surprise.
The rose even smelled like lavender, probably sprayed to do so, Uruha noted absently as he ran the soft petals across his lips, taking in the fragrance and beauty of the simple flower. “Thank you.” He murmured truthfully, flashing Aoi one of his toothy smiles. Aoi’s eyes slid to look at him slowly, the blush only growing stronger.
“No problem.” This time, it was Aoi’s voice that was breathless.
Uruha smiled again, watching bemusedly as Aoi’s eyes darted back to the wall; it must have been a very interesting wall. With a small laugh, Uruha leaned forward, brushing lips that were as soft as the petals that had danced along them not moments before, against skin that was equally as soft, if not pinker.
Aoi must have literally jumped into the air, for no more than a second after Uruha’s lips had made contact with his skin, had he suddenly been almost five feet away, staring at Uruha with a look of utter astonishment and bewilderment. One of his own hands slowly reached up to stroke his cheek, as if he wasn’t quite sure what just occurred, had really occurred. But his cheek was still warm, and slightly damp from Uruha’s own lips. Almost instantly, his blush intensified, as if it wasn’t dark enough already.
The blonde only smiled sweetly, his expression dripping with honey. Scooping his bag up and over his shoulder, he turned to watch Aoi expectantly, however, his band mate only gave him a stupid and slightly confused look in return. Heaving an exasperated sigh, Uruha scooped Aoi’s bag up and shoved it at him, the latter’s hands instantly clutching it in a vice like grip.
Uruha smiled again, probably the hundredth time in the past ten minutes, watching as Aoi slowly slipped the bag over his shoulder, avoiding Uruha’s own gaze at all costs. Reaching forward, Uruha laced his fingers though Aoi’s own limp ones, the brunette jumped again, but didn’t let go, only looked up at Uruha in baffled confusion. Uruha only winked at him, causing the slowly disappearing blush to come back full-circle, before practically skipping out of the garage, the dark-hared guitarist being dragged behind.
“Uh… Uruha?”
“Shh. I don’t know what it lavender means, but it’s good, right?”
For the first time that day, Aoi graced the bubbly blonde with a smile, offering a small nod before following him down the empty street.
-----
Lavender roses means, “Love at first sight, Enhancement”. A thorn less rose also means, “Love at first sight”.
This is basically going to be a series involving the meanings of rose colors; each one can be seen as a stand-alone.
This actually started as a 4-panel comic I doodled during class, and then I got the idea for this fanfiction.
Also, if anyone knows of any KanonxBou fanfictions, please share. Or I would love to do a fanfiction trade?
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