Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Ring ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Ru-chan 
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Supernatural / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.01.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 494 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Supernatural / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.01.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 494 | Status: Completed
Ru: It has been a very very long time. I apologize, but my computer crashed and I lost everything! *cries* All my work! Gone! *dies*
Rui: *pokes Ru's body with her foot* Dead? *shrugs* Whatever.
Ru: *looks up* I hate you.
Rui: *smirk* I know.
Ru: You don't seem to care.
Rui: *blank look* Were you expecting me to?
Ru: *glare* Everyone else has shadows or separate personalities who are at least slightly supportive of them. I get you! Ms. I'm such a cold bitch that my only friend decided I wasn't worth the trouble!
Rui: *glare* You don't know anything about me!
Ru: I know everything! We're part of the same person!
Rui: *pulls out ofuda* I'm going to kill you!
Ru: *pulls out keyboard* Try it!
Rui: I'm going to *pause* ofuda you? I'm not sure of the verb...^_^;;;
Ru: *sweatdrop* I scored 790 on the verbal section of the SAT and you don't know your verbs?
Rui: *glare* Why don't you come up with one!
Ru: Anou...etou...^_^;;;
Rui: *sweatdrop*
Ru: ehehehe...
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or its characters though I wish I did...I'm a poor college student so suing me will get you nowhere fast.
Warnings: I guarantee there will be OOC, just because I'm attempting a different approach to the characters and this is an AU. Since it's Gravitation, expect shounen ai/yaoi. The main pairing is Ryuichi/Tatsuha, with mentions of Yuki/Shuichi. If you don't like it then don't read it. Flame me because of it and you're just making yourself look bad.
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Demon Ring
Chapter 2
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Tatsuha sighed as he unlocked the door to his apartment. The setup for the art show had taken longer than he expected, and the sky was almost completely dark. He grimaced slightly and rubbed his forehead tiredly. What he needed was something to eat and some sleep. It had been a long day. As the door swung open, however, Tatsuha realized that sleep would not come as soon as he'd like it to.
The front hall of the apartment was shadowed, the only light filtering in from the living room. Standing, seemingly framed by the faint glow, Ryuichi watched Tatsuha, his incredibly cold eyes narrowed slightly in scrutiny of the painter's form. Wordlessly they stared at each other for a long moment, before Tatsuha turned to close the door behind him.
"You were gone a long time." Ryuichi said softly. Tatsuha removed his shoes and hung up his jacket before replying.
"You care?" Ryuichi's quiet laughter seemed very loud in the tense silence.
"Of course not." He smirked and Tatsuha found himself comparing the expression to his brother's. "I wanted to use the car." Inwardly the young painter sighed as he threw the keys to Ryuichi before moving to the kitchen. Opening one of the cupboards, he pulled out a package of instant ramen and, after filling a saucepan with water, turned on the stove and waited for the water to boil.
"Your sister called again." Tatsuha started at the sound of Ryuichi's voice, but did not turn to face him. The demon regarded Tatsuha calmly for a moment before opening the fridge and pulling out a can of soda before sitting at the kitchen table.
"I thought you wanted to go out?" Tatsuha's voice was even. "I didn't expect you to stay once I gave you the keys." Ryuichi smirked again and raised the can slightly.
"I'm not one for doing what anyone expects of me." A pause. "Is watching water boil really that interesting?" Tatsuha didn't reply and Ryuichi's smirk widened slightly as he stood up and moved so he was positioned directly behind the dark haired boy. Slowly, Ryuichi slid his arms around Tatsuha's waist, delighting in how the young painter's body tensed against him as he rested his chin on the other's shoulder.
"Let me go." The words were cold, but Ryuichi could make out a quiet note of desperation in Tatsuha's voice. He liked that. It was amusing.
"Do you really want me to?" Ryuichi's voice in Tatsuha's ear was mocking. "You never did tell me what you wanted from me...Master." The sarcastic emphasis on the last word made Tatsuha wince slightly.
"I asked you not to call me that."
"Why not?" The demon's words had a harsh bite to them. "That's what you are. What the ring made you. As long as you hold it I can never leave you." His arms tightened around the young painter's waist. "Isn't that what you wanted? Your very own demon to obey only you?" Tatsuha shook his head and deftly removed Ryuichi's arms from around his waist. Gently he pushed Ryuichi away, freeing up more space between them.
"You should go do whatever you wanted to use the car for." Tatsuha said quietly. Ryuichi studied him carefully for a moment before answering.
"Yes I should." His eyes were cold. "It's getting late." With that, he walked out of the kitchen, never looking back. Soon, Tatsuha heard the front door open, and the quiet click as it closed.
It had been about a month since Ryuichi had appeared from inside the ring. Since then, Tatsuha sighed and ran a tired hand through his hair, the demon had gone from being extremely hyper and childish to being very cold and reserved. When Ryuichi was in the latter mood the apartment always had a strained atmoshphere. The tension was so thick it could almost be cut with a knife.
That would not have been so bad, Tatsuha decided, if it weren't for the fact that this Ryuichi seemed to hate him. Every meeting with him was a chance for the demon to torment him.
The water was boiling. Tatsuha dumped the noodles into the pan and sat back against the kitchen counter, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Vaguely, he thought about calling Mika, but rejected the idea, deciding that she probably wanted to talk about their father, Kyoto, and the possibility of him going there. Tatsuha did not want to go back to the capital. He especially did not want to go back so that he could argue with his father over his decision to stay in Tokyo. It just wasn't worth the trouble.
When the noodles were done, Tatsuha ate quickly, washing his dishes in the sink and leaving them to dry on the counter. Stretching, he proceeded to the living room and took out his easel. He paused, staring at the painting that he had done two days before.
It was Ryuichi. The other one. The hyper and childish one who didn't seem to hate him. It had been one of the rare moments he would sit still, his pink bunny clutched close to his body with both arms. The sunlight had slanted through the window to rest against his hair just so, and the scene had been beautiful, innocent, and completely perfect. Tatsuha smiled to himself as he remembered his desperate dash for his art supplies. It had taken surprisingly little time to finish the painting, and Ryuichi had stayed surprisingly still until he had finished.
The result had been good, but Tatsuha wasn't certain he'd ever use the painting in one of his shows. It made him feel slightly uneasy, because he wasn't completely sure why he had wanted to paint it. On a purely aesthetic level the painting was completely understandable, but none of Tatsuha's works had ever been done for their physical beauty alone. This portrait was no exception, but the emotions he felt when he looked at it were confusing.
'I don't know what I meant to say.' Tatsuha realized and his frown deepened. 'This is the first time I haven't understood my own intentions.' Frustrated, he carefully covered the painting and placed it in against the wall with all of his other finished pieces. Then, propping up a blank canvas against the easel, Tatsuha sat down in front of it, his eyes staring blankly.
Almost of its own volition, his hand grasped a pencil and rose to meet the untouched surface of the canvas. Tatsuha was silent as he worked, and the sound of the pencil dragging over the canvas was loud in the stillness of the apartment.
When the sketch was completed, Tatsuha took his brush in hand, and, dipping it into paint, proceeded to spread a thin coating of the pigment over the white canvas. Throughout it all he was silent. His eyes were distant, but something akin to euphoria was evident in his features, in the subtle smile on his lips. It was obvious to anyone who could see him that Tatsuha lived and breathed his art, and it was as much a part of him as each of his limbs.
When Tatsuha painted it was as if he went into a trance. The canvas in front of his seemed to grow and expand until it was all that he could see. His art became his world. Everything that happened around him was lost in a whirling abyss of colour, emotion, and release.
It was for that reason that Tatsuha did not notice the turning of a key in the lock or the sound of the front door as it opened. He did not notice the quiet footsteps that entered the apartment or the click of the that same door as it closed and locked. Lost in a haze of creativity, Tatsuha did not notice Ryuichi walk into the living room, did not notice him pause to watch him work, did not notice him approach, and did not notice him stop beside him.
Ryuichi's eyes took in the image being created on the canvas. It was him. Probably him, anyway. It was slightly difficult to tell, because Tatsuha hadn't added much colour to the figure's face and hair yet, and he had omitted to draw his eyes, choosing to leave the area shadowed. What he had drawn resembled Ryuichi very closely though, and the demon wondered how he had missed the time the boy had undoubtedly spent staring at his mouth.
His eyes widened as he took in the rest of the unfinished painting. The figure's body was male, he felt slightly relieved over that fact, and was facing almost completely away, his head turned over his shoulder. The figure cut off at the waist, and his skin was pale, slightly tanned, and unblemished, its colour seeming to blend into the stark whiteness of the canvas.
The truly amazing feature of the painting, however, were the two wings that burst outwards from the figure's back. Both were enormous, feathered, beautiful, and almost majestic. One, curved almost protectively over the figure's head, was black and the other, stretched outwards to its full length and radiating power, was pure white.
The wings were a beautiful contradiction. The painting was a beautiful contradiction. Ryuichi hadn't realized that Tatsuha actually had talent. He had known that the boy was successful, but had seen so many whose achievements had outweighed their real skill. The few he had seen whose talents were real had been more conscious of their abilities, choosing to almost show them off. Despite what he would have expected, Tatsuha was modest about his talent, choosing to focus on other matters.
It wasn't as if Ryuichi could think about the boy focusing on anything about himself though. It occurred to him that he knew next to nothing about Tatsuha and what he did know hadn't been told to him. His sister called often. Too often. It became slightly tedious to answer the phone when he was almost certain who was calling. She left messages about the painter's father, his health, his demands that one of his sons return to Kyoto. Tatsuha, Ryuichi's eyes drifted from the painting to the painter, had apparently defied the old man repeatedly and now refused to even go back to visit.
It was likely he wasn't returning his sister's calls either.
Tatsuha's shaky relationship with his family was not Ryuichi's concern. Now, while the painter was unaware of his scrutiny, The demon studied the painter's face calmly, his gaze thoughtful.
Tatsuha was very pretty. Especially now, when his eyes were distant and he was overtaken by the passion he had for his art. The fine dark eyes, framed beautifully by long inky lashes, were glazed with his almost crazed and feverish desire to create, to give shape to his thoughts and feelings. The young painter preferred to work in the dark, the only light in the room coming from the kitchen and the streetlamp outside. The dim lighting highlighted Tatsuha's dark hair and pale skin, making him look almost as inhuman as Ryuichi himself.
The painter seemed almost ethereal like this. His complete obliviousness to his surroundings only heightened the impression, as Tatsuha appeared to be under the influence of a magic spell.
Whenever Ryuichi saw him like this, he always thought the boy was extraordinarily beautiful. Each time he knew that Tatsuha was something he would have wanted, would have liked to possess, were it not for the fact that the boy inspired a gut-wrenching hatred in him that almost matched the intensity of the loathing he held for all the previous owners of the ring.
He hated Tatsuha. Hated him with every fibre of his being. Had hated him ever since the boy had stared at him with impossibly wide eyes and told him that he wanted Ryuichi to stay with him. Hated him even though Tatsuha had never done anything to harm him. Hated him even though his childish side practically adored the pretty boy.
Ryuichi could never feel anything but hate for someone who made him their prisoner.
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Ru: And that was chapter 2! ^_^
Rui: Finally.
Ru: Hey! I did lose everything I had previously done for all my fics. Can you blame me?!
Rui: Yes.
Ru: T_T
Rui: Anyway...this wasn't horrible.
Ru: O_O
Rui: What?
Ru: You...you...you didn't insult me horribly! It's a miracle! Pigs must be flying! Cows must be jumping over the moon!
Rui: Pigs ~cannot~ fly. You're being stu...*a pig flies by*...pid...T_T
Ru: O_O What time is it?
Rui: 1:06 of the am.
Ru: Do I want to proofread now?
Rui: Not bloody likely.
Ru: Ok then...please review! I need support and criticism. This is not a rape fic. Anything will be mostly consensual.
Rui: Mostly?
Ru: Well you know about the *whisper whisper*
Rui: Yes...well...*cough* Ryuichi and Tatsuha will actually end up together. This won't end sadly.
Ru: I hate unhappy endings! They make me more depressed than usual.
Rui: That being said...don't yell at me.
Ru: You didn't write this. And you're not my muse.
Rui: *evil smile* Enter the angry villagers...
Ru: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! *runs*
Rui: *pokes Ru's body with her foot* Dead? *shrugs* Whatever.
Ru: *looks up* I hate you.
Rui: *smirk* I know.
Ru: You don't seem to care.
Rui: *blank look* Were you expecting me to?
Ru: *glare* Everyone else has shadows or separate personalities who are at least slightly supportive of them. I get you! Ms. I'm such a cold bitch that my only friend decided I wasn't worth the trouble!
Rui: *glare* You don't know anything about me!
Ru: I know everything! We're part of the same person!
Rui: *pulls out ofuda* I'm going to kill you!
Ru: *pulls out keyboard* Try it!
Rui: I'm going to *pause* ofuda you? I'm not sure of the verb...^_^;;;
Ru: *sweatdrop* I scored 790 on the verbal section of the SAT and you don't know your verbs?
Rui: *glare* Why don't you come up with one!
Ru: Anou...etou...^_^;;;
Rui: *sweatdrop*
Ru: ehehehe...
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or its characters though I wish I did...I'm a poor college student so suing me will get you nowhere fast.
Warnings: I guarantee there will be OOC, just because I'm attempting a different approach to the characters and this is an AU. Since it's Gravitation, expect shounen ai/yaoi. The main pairing is Ryuichi/Tatsuha, with mentions of Yuki/Shuichi. If you don't like it then don't read it. Flame me because of it and you're just making yourself look bad.
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Demon Ring
Chapter 2
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Tatsuha sighed as he unlocked the door to his apartment. The setup for the art show had taken longer than he expected, and the sky was almost completely dark. He grimaced slightly and rubbed his forehead tiredly. What he needed was something to eat and some sleep. It had been a long day. As the door swung open, however, Tatsuha realized that sleep would not come as soon as he'd like it to.
The front hall of the apartment was shadowed, the only light filtering in from the living room. Standing, seemingly framed by the faint glow, Ryuichi watched Tatsuha, his incredibly cold eyes narrowed slightly in scrutiny of the painter's form. Wordlessly they stared at each other for a long moment, before Tatsuha turned to close the door behind him.
"You were gone a long time." Ryuichi said softly. Tatsuha removed his shoes and hung up his jacket before replying.
"You care?" Ryuichi's quiet laughter seemed very loud in the tense silence.
"Of course not." He smirked and Tatsuha found himself comparing the expression to his brother's. "I wanted to use the car." Inwardly the young painter sighed as he threw the keys to Ryuichi before moving to the kitchen. Opening one of the cupboards, he pulled out a package of instant ramen and, after filling a saucepan with water, turned on the stove and waited for the water to boil.
"Your sister called again." Tatsuha started at the sound of Ryuichi's voice, but did not turn to face him. The demon regarded Tatsuha calmly for a moment before opening the fridge and pulling out a can of soda before sitting at the kitchen table.
"I thought you wanted to go out?" Tatsuha's voice was even. "I didn't expect you to stay once I gave you the keys." Ryuichi smirked again and raised the can slightly.
"I'm not one for doing what anyone expects of me." A pause. "Is watching water boil really that interesting?" Tatsuha didn't reply and Ryuichi's smirk widened slightly as he stood up and moved so he was positioned directly behind the dark haired boy. Slowly, Ryuichi slid his arms around Tatsuha's waist, delighting in how the young painter's body tensed against him as he rested his chin on the other's shoulder.
"Let me go." The words were cold, but Ryuichi could make out a quiet note of desperation in Tatsuha's voice. He liked that. It was amusing.
"Do you really want me to?" Ryuichi's voice in Tatsuha's ear was mocking. "You never did tell me what you wanted from me...Master." The sarcastic emphasis on the last word made Tatsuha wince slightly.
"I asked you not to call me that."
"Why not?" The demon's words had a harsh bite to them. "That's what you are. What the ring made you. As long as you hold it I can never leave you." His arms tightened around the young painter's waist. "Isn't that what you wanted? Your very own demon to obey only you?" Tatsuha shook his head and deftly removed Ryuichi's arms from around his waist. Gently he pushed Ryuichi away, freeing up more space between them.
"You should go do whatever you wanted to use the car for." Tatsuha said quietly. Ryuichi studied him carefully for a moment before answering.
"Yes I should." His eyes were cold. "It's getting late." With that, he walked out of the kitchen, never looking back. Soon, Tatsuha heard the front door open, and the quiet click as it closed.
It had been about a month since Ryuichi had appeared from inside the ring. Since then, Tatsuha sighed and ran a tired hand through his hair, the demon had gone from being extremely hyper and childish to being very cold and reserved. When Ryuichi was in the latter mood the apartment always had a strained atmoshphere. The tension was so thick it could almost be cut with a knife.
That would not have been so bad, Tatsuha decided, if it weren't for the fact that this Ryuichi seemed to hate him. Every meeting with him was a chance for the demon to torment him.
The water was boiling. Tatsuha dumped the noodles into the pan and sat back against the kitchen counter, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Vaguely, he thought about calling Mika, but rejected the idea, deciding that she probably wanted to talk about their father, Kyoto, and the possibility of him going there. Tatsuha did not want to go back to the capital. He especially did not want to go back so that he could argue with his father over his decision to stay in Tokyo. It just wasn't worth the trouble.
When the noodles were done, Tatsuha ate quickly, washing his dishes in the sink and leaving them to dry on the counter. Stretching, he proceeded to the living room and took out his easel. He paused, staring at the painting that he had done two days before.
It was Ryuichi. The other one. The hyper and childish one who didn't seem to hate him. It had been one of the rare moments he would sit still, his pink bunny clutched close to his body with both arms. The sunlight had slanted through the window to rest against his hair just so, and the scene had been beautiful, innocent, and completely perfect. Tatsuha smiled to himself as he remembered his desperate dash for his art supplies. It had taken surprisingly little time to finish the painting, and Ryuichi had stayed surprisingly still until he had finished.
The result had been good, but Tatsuha wasn't certain he'd ever use the painting in one of his shows. It made him feel slightly uneasy, because he wasn't completely sure why he had wanted to paint it. On a purely aesthetic level the painting was completely understandable, but none of Tatsuha's works had ever been done for their physical beauty alone. This portrait was no exception, but the emotions he felt when he looked at it were confusing.
'I don't know what I meant to say.' Tatsuha realized and his frown deepened. 'This is the first time I haven't understood my own intentions.' Frustrated, he carefully covered the painting and placed it in against the wall with all of his other finished pieces. Then, propping up a blank canvas against the easel, Tatsuha sat down in front of it, his eyes staring blankly.
Almost of its own volition, his hand grasped a pencil and rose to meet the untouched surface of the canvas. Tatsuha was silent as he worked, and the sound of the pencil dragging over the canvas was loud in the stillness of the apartment.
When the sketch was completed, Tatsuha took his brush in hand, and, dipping it into paint, proceeded to spread a thin coating of the pigment over the white canvas. Throughout it all he was silent. His eyes were distant, but something akin to euphoria was evident in his features, in the subtle smile on his lips. It was obvious to anyone who could see him that Tatsuha lived and breathed his art, and it was as much a part of him as each of his limbs.
When Tatsuha painted it was as if he went into a trance. The canvas in front of his seemed to grow and expand until it was all that he could see. His art became his world. Everything that happened around him was lost in a whirling abyss of colour, emotion, and release.
It was for that reason that Tatsuha did not notice the turning of a key in the lock or the sound of the front door as it opened. He did not notice the quiet footsteps that entered the apartment or the click of the that same door as it closed and locked. Lost in a haze of creativity, Tatsuha did not notice Ryuichi walk into the living room, did not notice him pause to watch him work, did not notice him approach, and did not notice him stop beside him.
Ryuichi's eyes took in the image being created on the canvas. It was him. Probably him, anyway. It was slightly difficult to tell, because Tatsuha hadn't added much colour to the figure's face and hair yet, and he had omitted to draw his eyes, choosing to leave the area shadowed. What he had drawn resembled Ryuichi very closely though, and the demon wondered how he had missed the time the boy had undoubtedly spent staring at his mouth.
His eyes widened as he took in the rest of the unfinished painting. The figure's body was male, he felt slightly relieved over that fact, and was facing almost completely away, his head turned over his shoulder. The figure cut off at the waist, and his skin was pale, slightly tanned, and unblemished, its colour seeming to blend into the stark whiteness of the canvas.
The truly amazing feature of the painting, however, were the two wings that burst outwards from the figure's back. Both were enormous, feathered, beautiful, and almost majestic. One, curved almost protectively over the figure's head, was black and the other, stretched outwards to its full length and radiating power, was pure white.
The wings were a beautiful contradiction. The painting was a beautiful contradiction. Ryuichi hadn't realized that Tatsuha actually had talent. He had known that the boy was successful, but had seen so many whose achievements had outweighed their real skill. The few he had seen whose talents were real had been more conscious of their abilities, choosing to almost show them off. Despite what he would have expected, Tatsuha was modest about his talent, choosing to focus on other matters.
It wasn't as if Ryuichi could think about the boy focusing on anything about himself though. It occurred to him that he knew next to nothing about Tatsuha and what he did know hadn't been told to him. His sister called often. Too often. It became slightly tedious to answer the phone when he was almost certain who was calling. She left messages about the painter's father, his health, his demands that one of his sons return to Kyoto. Tatsuha, Ryuichi's eyes drifted from the painting to the painter, had apparently defied the old man repeatedly and now refused to even go back to visit.
It was likely he wasn't returning his sister's calls either.
Tatsuha's shaky relationship with his family was not Ryuichi's concern. Now, while the painter was unaware of his scrutiny, The demon studied the painter's face calmly, his gaze thoughtful.
Tatsuha was very pretty. Especially now, when his eyes were distant and he was overtaken by the passion he had for his art. The fine dark eyes, framed beautifully by long inky lashes, were glazed with his almost crazed and feverish desire to create, to give shape to his thoughts and feelings. The young painter preferred to work in the dark, the only light in the room coming from the kitchen and the streetlamp outside. The dim lighting highlighted Tatsuha's dark hair and pale skin, making him look almost as inhuman as Ryuichi himself.
The painter seemed almost ethereal like this. His complete obliviousness to his surroundings only heightened the impression, as Tatsuha appeared to be under the influence of a magic spell.
Whenever Ryuichi saw him like this, he always thought the boy was extraordinarily beautiful. Each time he knew that Tatsuha was something he would have wanted, would have liked to possess, were it not for the fact that the boy inspired a gut-wrenching hatred in him that almost matched the intensity of the loathing he held for all the previous owners of the ring.
He hated Tatsuha. Hated him with every fibre of his being. Had hated him ever since the boy had stared at him with impossibly wide eyes and told him that he wanted Ryuichi to stay with him. Hated him even though Tatsuha had never done anything to harm him. Hated him even though his childish side practically adored the pretty boy.
Ryuichi could never feel anything but hate for someone who made him their prisoner.
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Ru: And that was chapter 2! ^_^
Rui: Finally.
Ru: Hey! I did lose everything I had previously done for all my fics. Can you blame me?!
Rui: Yes.
Ru: T_T
Rui: Anyway...this wasn't horrible.
Ru: O_O
Rui: What?
Ru: You...you...you didn't insult me horribly! It's a miracle! Pigs must be flying! Cows must be jumping over the moon!
Rui: Pigs ~cannot~ fly. You're being stu...*a pig flies by*...pid...T_T
Ru: O_O What time is it?
Rui: 1:06 of the am.
Ru: Do I want to proofread now?
Rui: Not bloody likely.
Ru: Ok then...please review! I need support and criticism. This is not a rape fic. Anything will be mostly consensual.
Rui: Mostly?
Ru: Well you know about the *whisper whisper*
Rui: Yes...well...*cough* Ryuichi and Tatsuha will actually end up together. This won't end sadly.
Ru: I hate unhappy endings! They make me more depressed than usual.
Rui: That being said...don't yell at me.
Ru: You didn't write this. And you're not my muse.
Rui: *evil smile* Enter the angry villagers...
Ru: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! *runs*