Rainbow Dreams
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Adult ++
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,804
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Orange
Ryuichi flopped back onto the couch, huffing. He’d been singing for nearly two hours before he’d decided that his vocals were ready to be recorded on the new track. Unfortunately, a new technician was being trained today, and he seemed unable to lay any of the tracks down correctly; the singer had spent almost an hour and a half telling him which parts didn’t yet fit together right until he’d finally finished. Having completed his work for the day, the singer had taken the trek to Tohma’s office…only to learn that he’d left for a meeting only ten minutes prior and wouldn’t be back until late afternoon. Thoroughly irritated, he’d come back to his studio, which left him sprawling on the couch, currently.
He quickly saw the downside to choosing to remain in this room for sulking. All the studios were painted in different color schemes, and this one happened to be some sort of pumpkin shade. It was horrible; Ryuichi giggled as he imagined his keyboardists’ reactions if he were to demand it be repainted. Noriko would laugh, but Tohma would look at him strangely, make certain he was serious…then would probably have it painted whatever color Ryuichi specified. The singer hummed happily, thinking that the blond most likely coddled him too often—not that he minded.
Except he wasn’t indulged in the one way he wanted…
No, that was not it. He didn’t want their relationship again because Tohma had a habit of giving him what he wanted—he wanted it only if the keyboardist admitted to himself that he wanted the singer…and chose to follow through. His friend was in terrible denial, he knew—the signs that the blond still had a soft spot for him, possibly more, were still there but he ignored them, or pretended they were just old habits that had not died. But in some ways his self-delusion was a blessing to Ryuichi—if Tohma did realize that his feelings and actions weren’t just residual, but decided he still didn’t want the singer, Ryuichi would have no hope left. He still regretted the day he’d pulled away from the blond.
It had been raining all day, and he’d walked to their apartment from the studio. On his trek he stopped at a coffee shop and café, watching people around him as he sipped his drink. All around him were girls and boys, men and women. Couples embraced, chatted. Over in the corner two who had to be barely out of their teens almost literally had their tongues down each other’s throats. As he watched interestedly, another boy walked in and over to the couple. He reached out, roughly pulling the girl off the other boy’s lap. They argued; the new boy, who was quite obviously her now-ex-boyfriend, turned to leave. The girl apparently didn’t want him to have the last word, and she caught up to him barely six feet from where Ryuichi sat.
“How can you be surprised? I’m young, I need something new once in a while!” The girl spat it at him.
“I thought you were happy—why didn’t you tell me you weren’t?” He was hurt, entreating, but anger lurked deeper in his eyes.
The girl regarded him quietly, almost sympathetically. “I was content! I’ve only ever been with you—how do I know if you’re the one?” She was almost pleading as she asked the question.
“The boy’s eyes narrowed. “Well, years from now when you’ve had plenty, you’ll know whether or not I was. I hope for your sake I’m not!” He stormed out, leaving the girl staring after him tearfully.
When he’d gotten home, it was nearly dark. The girl’s question was looping in his head, and he had begun to ponder it as well. He’d had other lovers besides Tohma, of course, and while he liked the blond a lot, possibly even loved him, shouldn’t a ‘forever’ relationship make you feel differently? The keyboardist wasn’t anything above or beyond his other lovers.
A couple hours later Tohma came in, coming over to where the singer sat, back to the door. Nimble fingers combed through his hair and a gentle, familiar voice spoke to him. “I’m sorry I’m home late. What have you been doing?”
Ryuichi flinched as he felt the man, always more affectionate in private than his public demeanor suggested, brushed a kiss over his hair. Tohma felt it and turned his face toward him. “Ryuichi, what’s wrong?”
Taking a deep breath and looking away from the quiet, patient face the singer got up to pace. “Tohma… I don’t think I should do this anymore. I don’t think I feel for you what I should feel for someone I’m supposed to love!”
“Ryuichi…?” The voice was confused, uncomprehending, the word a mere whisper. He turned as the blond stepped nearer him.
“No, Tohma! I don’t… I can’t…!” He didn’t know how to explain the sudden, overwhelming doubts.
He didn’t need to. The keyboardist, looking proud and angry, closed off, smiled tightly. “I understand, Ryuichi-san. I will, of course, leave you be.” And he walked out of the apartment without looking back.
A few weeks later, Tohma had married Mika, an old family friend. Ryuichi went from fling to fling, searching to fill a void of repentance. Nearly a year after he ended it, he found the keyboardist alone in his house one night to beg for forgiveness. The blond ignored him, except to say that his wife would be home soon. Beaten, Ryuichi withdrew; he left for America a few weeks later.
Standing up and stretching, the singer went to go find Tohma—his meeting should be over soon, and they could walk back together. Mika was gone, and Ryuichi was back. The keyboardist would choose him eventually, he believed—he just had to wait and encourage.
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AN:
Well, this should clear up some questions? I've gotten some reviews wondering WHY Ryuichi's in love with Tohma, and while I'm not going to tell how they first got together, this is almost all of the background out of the way. A little more introspection from Tohma's POV next drabble, then some jealousy, then some lime, then some more lime, then some denial again! Fun, huh? I have to drag it out... because, there's a hundred of these damn things, and as it is I'm going to be reduced to writing mere fluff at the last... fifty or more? Heh. Oh, well, fluff can be fun. Tell me what you think?
He quickly saw the downside to choosing to remain in this room for sulking. All the studios were painted in different color schemes, and this one happened to be some sort of pumpkin shade. It was horrible; Ryuichi giggled as he imagined his keyboardists’ reactions if he were to demand it be repainted. Noriko would laugh, but Tohma would look at him strangely, make certain he was serious…then would probably have it painted whatever color Ryuichi specified. The singer hummed happily, thinking that the blond most likely coddled him too often—not that he minded.
Except he wasn’t indulged in the one way he wanted…
No, that was not it. He didn’t want their relationship again because Tohma had a habit of giving him what he wanted—he wanted it only if the keyboardist admitted to himself that he wanted the singer…and chose to follow through. His friend was in terrible denial, he knew—the signs that the blond still had a soft spot for him, possibly more, were still there but he ignored them, or pretended they were just old habits that had not died. But in some ways his self-delusion was a blessing to Ryuichi—if Tohma did realize that his feelings and actions weren’t just residual, but decided he still didn’t want the singer, Ryuichi would have no hope left. He still regretted the day he’d pulled away from the blond.
It had been raining all day, and he’d walked to their apartment from the studio. On his trek he stopped at a coffee shop and café, watching people around him as he sipped his drink. All around him were girls and boys, men and women. Couples embraced, chatted. Over in the corner two who had to be barely out of their teens almost literally had their tongues down each other’s throats. As he watched interestedly, another boy walked in and over to the couple. He reached out, roughly pulling the girl off the other boy’s lap. They argued; the new boy, who was quite obviously her now-ex-boyfriend, turned to leave. The girl apparently didn’t want him to have the last word, and she caught up to him barely six feet from where Ryuichi sat.
“How can you be surprised? I’m young, I need something new once in a while!” The girl spat it at him.
“I thought you were happy—why didn’t you tell me you weren’t?” He was hurt, entreating, but anger lurked deeper in his eyes.
The girl regarded him quietly, almost sympathetically. “I was content! I’ve only ever been with you—how do I know if you’re the one?” She was almost pleading as she asked the question.
“The boy’s eyes narrowed. “Well, years from now when you’ve had plenty, you’ll know whether or not I was. I hope for your sake I’m not!” He stormed out, leaving the girl staring after him tearfully.
When he’d gotten home, it was nearly dark. The girl’s question was looping in his head, and he had begun to ponder it as well. He’d had other lovers besides Tohma, of course, and while he liked the blond a lot, possibly even loved him, shouldn’t a ‘forever’ relationship make you feel differently? The keyboardist wasn’t anything above or beyond his other lovers.
A couple hours later Tohma came in, coming over to where the singer sat, back to the door. Nimble fingers combed through his hair and a gentle, familiar voice spoke to him. “I’m sorry I’m home late. What have you been doing?”
Ryuichi flinched as he felt the man, always more affectionate in private than his public demeanor suggested, brushed a kiss over his hair. Tohma felt it and turned his face toward him. “Ryuichi, what’s wrong?”
Taking a deep breath and looking away from the quiet, patient face the singer got up to pace. “Tohma… I don’t think I should do this anymore. I don’t think I feel for you what I should feel for someone I’m supposed to love!”
“Ryuichi…?” The voice was confused, uncomprehending, the word a mere whisper. He turned as the blond stepped nearer him.
“No, Tohma! I don’t… I can’t…!” He didn’t know how to explain the sudden, overwhelming doubts.
He didn’t need to. The keyboardist, looking proud and angry, closed off, smiled tightly. “I understand, Ryuichi-san. I will, of course, leave you be.” And he walked out of the apartment without looking back.
A few weeks later, Tohma had married Mika, an old family friend. Ryuichi went from fling to fling, searching to fill a void of repentance. Nearly a year after he ended it, he found the keyboardist alone in his house one night to beg for forgiveness. The blond ignored him, except to say that his wife would be home soon. Beaten, Ryuichi withdrew; he left for America a few weeks later.
Standing up and stretching, the singer went to go find Tohma—his meeting should be over soon, and they could walk back together. Mika was gone, and Ryuichi was back. The keyboardist would choose him eventually, he believed—he just had to wait and encourage.
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AN:
Well, this should clear up some questions? I've gotten some reviews wondering WHY Ryuichi's in love with Tohma, and while I'm not going to tell how they first got together, this is almost all of the background out of the way. A little more introspection from Tohma's POV next drabble, then some jealousy, then some lime, then some more lime, then some denial again! Fun, huh? I have to drag it out... because, there's a hundred of these damn things, and as it is I'm going to be reduced to writing mere fluff at the last... fifty or more? Heh. Oh, well, fluff can be fun. Tell me what you think?