Rainbow Dreams
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,807
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.
Lime
Faint shadows were playing on the ceiling. The room was dark, but slight hints of light from the moon and stars filtered through the drapes. The violets he’d bought that afternoon sat in their vase on a low table in the corner. Ryuichi had been gone when he’d gotten back to NG, and none of his employees knew where he’d left to. Several hours later, Tohma had given up and taken the flowers home with him when he left work—he’d give them to his singer the next day. Now, lying in bed, he sleepily watched flickers of pale moonlight play across the bouquet.
They’d just finished an interview. Their newest single would be out in a week and they were promoting it as strongly as possible. The phone in his pocket began to vibrate, telling him he had new emails. Sighing, he’d just opened the first one when ring-clad fingers slipped it out of his grasp. He turned to the culprit, holding out his hand for his phone. “Give it back, Ryuichi.”
“Nuh-uh. You said you wouldn’t work today once this was done. You promised.” The brunet looked at him expectantly.
“I can’t just—“
“Not work for a day? Yes, you can. NG will survive without you for eight hours!”
“Ryuichi…”
”Hey, I’m leaving!” Noriko came up to them, dressed in street clothes and free of her stage makeup.
“Nori-chan, tell Tohma not to work today?” Ryuichi pleaded for support.
“Don’t work today.” She winked at them before turning and flouncing off.
“Noriko-chan! That wasn’t convincing!” The singer wailed after her, earning a few grimaces from nearby technicians. In his hand, Tohma’s phone buzzed again. Flicking it off, the younger refocused his attention on the blond. “Tohma, please?”
The president sighed. “Will you leave me in peace for a few days if I do this?”
Knowing he’d already won, Ryuichi grinned. “Yes!”
The keyboardist sighed again. “Alright, I’ll do whatever you want today.”
Lips brushed against his cheek, surprising him. He turned to ask the vocalist what he was doing; the lips returned, brushing across his nose. Ryuichi was grinning at him playfully, and when he opened his mouth to scold the delightfully curved mouth pressed against his. They shouldn’t be doing this, not in a television studio where people could be watching, but he didn’t pull away.
Quiet noise started next to him, and the blond opened his eyes. Why had he dreamt that? Yes, his dreams had featured Ryuichi before, but usually they were remembrances of their separation or taunting possibilities of might-have-beens, had things gone differently. But that had been…almost like something that might have happened before the brunet had ever had second thoughts or them problems. He glanced at the flowers as he climbed out of bed. What was he thinking, acting as if nothing had changed since all those years ago—almost four, now? It wasn’t his place to buy flowers.
He swept them into a trashcan as he walked past.
They’d just finished an interview. Their newest single would be out in a week and they were promoting it as strongly as possible. The phone in his pocket began to vibrate, telling him he had new emails. Sighing, he’d just opened the first one when ring-clad fingers slipped it out of his grasp. He turned to the culprit, holding out his hand for his phone. “Give it back, Ryuichi.”
“Nuh-uh. You said you wouldn’t work today once this was done. You promised.” The brunet looked at him expectantly.
“I can’t just—“
“Not work for a day? Yes, you can. NG will survive without you for eight hours!”
“Ryuichi…”
”Hey, I’m leaving!” Noriko came up to them, dressed in street clothes and free of her stage makeup.
“Nori-chan, tell Tohma not to work today?” Ryuichi pleaded for support.
“Don’t work today.” She winked at them before turning and flouncing off.
“Noriko-chan! That wasn’t convincing!” The singer wailed after her, earning a few grimaces from nearby technicians. In his hand, Tohma’s phone buzzed again. Flicking it off, the younger refocused his attention on the blond. “Tohma, please?”
The president sighed. “Will you leave me in peace for a few days if I do this?”
Knowing he’d already won, Ryuichi grinned. “Yes!”
The keyboardist sighed again. “Alright, I’ll do whatever you want today.”
Lips brushed against his cheek, surprising him. He turned to ask the vocalist what he was doing; the lips returned, brushing across his nose. Ryuichi was grinning at him playfully, and when he opened his mouth to scold the delightfully curved mouth pressed against his. They shouldn’t be doing this, not in a television studio where people could be watching, but he didn’t pull away.
Quiet noise started next to him, and the blond opened his eyes. Why had he dreamt that? Yes, his dreams had featured Ryuichi before, but usually they were remembrances of their separation or taunting possibilities of might-have-beens, had things gone differently. But that had been…almost like something that might have happened before the brunet had ever had second thoughts or them problems. He glanced at the flowers as he climbed out of bed. What was he thinking, acting as if nothing had changed since all those years ago—almost four, now? It wasn’t his place to buy flowers.
He swept them into a trashcan as he walked past.