• Sleek hair. Long legs, envious eyes. His strut was focused, his voice was calm. It was only when he utterly collapsed had I realized the real damage.

    -hours before-
    "Reita...!" Kai called. His small voice compared to the small smile he gave. His deep shade of brown eyes reflected in the Tokyo light as he continued drinking his water.
    "Going clean, are we?" I looked at the water with my arms folded. Kai shook his hand in the air.
    "Come on, no-nose, you know that I was almost drunk and so I'm trying to--"
    "Water won't help," I hissed. "and I have a nose."
    Adjusting my nose band, which I wore because my nose was humongous, I turned and walked off. Ruki was playing Uruha at Guitar hero. Wow, I thought, Is Ruki really winning to a real guitarist?
    "Yeah!" Uruha strummed the fake guitar, jumping around. He still wore those annoying shorts which flaunted his wonderful legs that any woman or man would want. Despite he's a man. I'm not calling him gay or anything. He just shaves his legs and has the best i've seen. And he plays the guitar like he's having an orgasm just to pinch in the beauty.
    No, he's just plain amazing.
    "I win!" he jumped up and down. "Ha, Ruki! What now?"
    Ruki narrowed his eyes. under no response, he turned to see me. I smiled.
    "Only some few hours until the photoshoot." I breathed.
    Ruki, who looked happy yet in pain, nodded. "Okay, let me go get my water, and we can go."
    Aoi came down with his and Uruha's guitars, looking at Ruki walk off. Kai arrived with us shortly after.
    "He's drunk his weight in water the past days." Kai calmly said. "Is he okay?"
    "Let's hope," I retorted. "Poor guy looks pale and dead."
    "Pale and dead?" Aoi raised an eyebrow. "That makes complete sense."
    I nudged him, and we laughed as Ruki came back.
    "What's so funny?" He asked.
    I looked at Aoi. "Him," I smirked, and Aoi stuck his tounge out to me.
    Kai kicked him in the leg, and Aoi fell over with a sharp 'ow'. I saw Uruha begin to the door, and we all chased after him from the studio and to the photoshoot scene.

    I was straight behind Ruki, looking at the back of his head as he spoke with Kai and Uruha. Aoi was walking aside them all. I had felt like this about Ruki for a while, I didn't know how to say it. No, what to say, I didn't know what to say. Sleek hair. Long legs, envious eyes. His strut was focused, his voice was calm. He took a feeble breath, and moved over to the fence. Uruha grabbed his arm and tried to help him up, ending unsuccesful. Ruki coughed a small breath and closed his eyes. It was only when he utterly collapsed had I realized the real damage.
    "Ruki!" I called. He still lay on the ground, he looked distorted. His cold face was incompatible with my skin when I tried to wake him. "Ruki, wake up!"
    Was I crying? I couldn't remember. I can only remember the ambulence men coming up and holding a hand to Ruki's neck.
    "Is he okay?" I had asked.
    And that familiar ignored response came when the man yelled out 'get over here, quick', and they took Ruki away. We all knew the news.
    "Sir," I asked. "Sir, please, is he okay?"
    The man looked at me as if I was speaking anotheer languege. He then took a deep sigh.
    "Just have hope," he murmured, and climbed in the truck. Aoi and Uruha ran to me as I held my arm out, unable to move.
    "Ruki!"
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