Anger [Closed]

[Ruki]

With a violent swing, the door to the roof flew open, thudding against the opposite wall with a loud bang. To say Ruki was happy would be like saying it wasn't hot out and boy was it hot out. It wasn't the heat though, that ticked him off, nor was it (surprisingly) his father. It was a student (even if Ruki saw him/her/it again, he wouldn't remember them) that ruined his art project.

It had taken him forever to get the shading right, hell it took him forever and a day to get the rather simple project to his liking. Now, it was ruined, splattered with water and all the colors (mostly black and gray) bleed, seeping like ruined mascara down the canvas.

Because ot that, Ruki took his anger out in the only way he knew: smoking and writing lyrics.

Just like he violently kicking opened the door, he violently ripped the pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket and shoved one between his lips as he roughly dug through his bag for a notebook and pen. Finding them, he roughly flipped through the pages, puffing away on the cigarette between his lips.

Huffing, he found a blank page and stabbed the pen against it, roughly forming characters. And that, was what lead to Shiikureta Haru, Kawarenu Haru'a birth.

[KREVA]

"Uwaaaaaaaaah! Uwaaah! WAH! WOH! It's so hot! HOT HOT HOT!"

The roof doors burst open with a noisy exclamation of the weather, followed by heavy footsteps that shuffled along in a pair of shiny metallic blue Y3 hi-tops.

"ATSUIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"

That deep voice complained, the word dragging itself out to an almost-whine just as the owner of said voice finds the best shadowed spot on the roof and made himself comfortable right there, squatting and fanning his flushed cheeks as he looked up into the bright blue sky.

"Atsui desu yo ne. Maaaaaaaa! Yabai yabai..."

Not good, not good...

This intruder looked too old to be a student, and too young to be a teacher. A janitor, maybe? Well with the amount of glittering perspiration sliding down his tanned skin...that was a good guess. He was dressed in a baggy white UniQlo singlet over even baggier Edwin stonewashed denims, with the hems all scruffily flopping over his metallic blue hi-tops.

"Yabai!"

The male looked up again into the sky, squinting as he wiped some sweat off his neat chin fuzz with the back of his hand. He's pretty oblivious to the fact that there's someone else on the roof.

Someone else just a few steps away too.

After all, the shaded area of the rooftop wasn't much.

[Ruki]

It was only when he was on his third cigarette of the afternoon did Ruki notice the heat and how hot he was covered up in the tacky school uniform. Cancerous stick held between lush lips, he shrugged out of his stand uniform top and undid the tie around his neck. Once he was done, he was only left in his pants and the simple white tang top he always wore under his uniform top.

Once changed, he turned his attention to the lyrics scribbled down in sloppy, rushed kanji before him. It would keep nagging and nagging at him until he finished them, made them neater and that's what he did. He crossed out kanji here and there and changed the wording a bit so it flowed better.

He was startled though, the line of kanji he was writing streaking across the page as he jerked towards the door as it slammed open. He watched the man for a moment, twitching and wishing he had his sun glasses...

Moment come and gone, he turned his attention back to the notebook before him and twitched again, fingers tightening around the pen in his grip. With the streak pf pink ink across the paper and arching through some kanji, it was hard to make out just what he was writing before.

"Fuck, my life." He growled, huffing and flicking the ashes of his cigarette off to his right.

[KREVA]

"So HOT!"

The man complained again with another sigh, deciding to tie up his shoulder-length waves into a half ponytail to keep it out of his face. It was then when he noticed the youth seated close by.

"I do say with love... good bye my detre... Whoa....whut's detre?"

...Looks like the seated youth wasn't the only thing he noticed. Now he was reading over Ruki's shoulder.

"Nigerarenu sorrowful dirty of me....whoa, dis line don't make sense yeah? Nice try tho. Uwaaaah! Nice handwritin'! Imma diggin' it yeah?"

Interestingly enough, this man could easily read the kanji despite that streak of ink across the page.

"Kono mama jya kogoeteshimau wa...Aww c'mon, it's waaaaaay too hot to freeze now! But! Nice'un there too. How 'bout endin' it with dis line over here, that goodbye line? Looks good, eh?"

At the close proximity, this male had a refreshing scent of citrusy lime-infused mint, his voice a clear baritone as smooth as a radio DJ's, impeccably paired with that sunny smile. It was just too bad he seemed a little nosy....Nice tan, too. Very nice with his well-structured musculature.

[Uruha(麗)]

Uruha had wandered about in the Academy, for once deciding not to sleep. He had a few secret cans of cold beer hidden in his bag, of course having sneaked a stash into the school. Can't live without alcohol. A good place to drink this would be on the roof, there shouldn't be anyone on it and it would feel great to enjoy a cold beer under the sunlight. He didn't realize just how blazing the sunlight was until he stepped out from the stairways, squinting and blinking the rays out of his eyes, shielding them with a hand.

Uruha sighed, shrugging as he decided to stay, having taken the trouble to climb stairs to get here... until he saw that he wasn't alone. "Oh..." The small sound could have meant a lot of things, 'oh shit', 'oh no', 'oh, there's someone here', but then again, he wasn't very choosy with words, so it could have just meant 'oh'.

He could tell one of them was a student, a very agitated one from the looks of it, hopefully not because of the other man. He didn't want to walk into a sudden fight. Most people would just leave by now, but Uruha decided not to. He could always sneak around to the other side of the roof, enjoy his beer, maybe even take a nap. However, as he turned to do just that, his bag clanged against the wall of the entrance, the cans inside knocking against each other causing quite a commotion in the slight silence.

[Ruki]

As if he day couldn't get any worse! His art project was ruined, his place to just get away from it all was invaded, the lyrics he jotted down in a fit of anger were messed up and now being criticized. Oh, he knew what made this oh so perfect day even better. He forget his sunglasses in his dorm. Yep, today was just Ruki's favorite.

Scowling, he turned to face the man leaning over his shoulder. "Before you turn into a critic, why don't you speak properly?" He was being rude, Ruki knew that but, it was hard for him to be nice and sweet and bubbly (which really, he never was) when he was in a sour mood.

He had a habit of being more mouthy than usual when things just weren't going his way; he could be a flat out diva and that part of him was showing its colors today.

A smirk curled his lips and he took another drag of his cigarette, not at all caring if this man was a teacher or not. "Really, your advice would be taken better if you spoke like someone with an ounce of intelligence."

One day Ruki was sure his catty tongue would get him in a shit load of trouble but, until that day came, he wasn't going to change. Shifting, his eyes (altered a soft pink) darted to the side and another annoyed huff left him. was there no sacred place in this damn school?

"And what brings you out here on this oh so sweltering day?" He asked the blond ( a student by his outfit).

[KREVA]

Sacred place? Nope.

"Whoa whoa...hold it, hotcakes. Man, yer blondes all come outfitted wit' that kinda attitude yeah? Solid gold."

Kreva held out both hands in a show of surrender, cheeky eyes all twinkling as he admired the amount of spunk [...and sharp tongue] held within such a petite frame.

"Aight, aight, ya got me! Just came 'ere ta enjoy the roof breeze....'n an earful apparently HAHA!"

It was only when Ruki's attention swivelled to the other youth that alerted the teacher to the other's presence.

"Oh! Hey there, blondie. Nice hair."

Already forgetting the bit about those lyrics, the man stood up and stretched a little.

"Ne'ways, if ya plannin' ta sing that jizz, take somma advice, will ya?"

Kreva turned his attention back to Ruki, armed with a lopsided grin this time as a tanned hand swooped down, snatched that cig away from the youth's mouth.

"Smokin's bad schtuff yeah? Bad fer you, bad fer yer baby. Take it from Dr K. Haha! Don't litter too, kiddo. 'N see ya tomorrow, 2pm. Music Composition class, Ruki-kun. Recording Studio 3-1! Don't skip it again! I want to mark you present for once!"

He walked off then after giving Uruha a pat on the shoulder on his way to the exit door, leaving the two alone on the roof.

"Don't be late!"

That crisp baritone echoed down the stairwells, followed by the faint sound of the cigarette fizzling out in the dustbin.

[Uruha(麗)]

Uruha flinched, turning slowly as the small blond lashed out with words that seemed to sting with poison. Damn, has this guy got a temper. Flinching again when he was addressed, he fumbled with his words for a moment, pressing himself against the wall by the exit door. "Ah... I was just... " He mumbled, blinking at the sudden compliment about his hair from the older man, a teacher it seemed. "...thanks...?"

Uruha smiled awkwardly at Kreva as the other approached, letting out a nervous chuckle as he was patted. "Yes sir..." He answered, watching as the tall, dark haired man disappeared down the staircase. He turned back only to find the other student still angry, and possibly even more pissed now that his cigarette had been snatched. It wasn't pleasant to have your smoke confiscated when you were in the middle of one.

That awkward smile widened a little as he tried to approach the other, reaching into his bag and pulling out a can of beer, holding it out and offering it to him. "It's still cold." His black fingernail tapped against the aluminum. "I'm Uruha by the way."

[Ruki]

Pink veiled eyes blinked, not fully understanding that the cancerous stick he had been puffing away on had been taken away, stolen by the overly cheerful teacher. "Did he...?" All elegance with words seemed to fail Ruki (which, was hard to do; he was a vocalist, words were his thing...sometimes). "He did..." He answered himself, a scowl forming on his lips.

As if he was going to that class now. He'd skip just to be vindicate after all, one didn't steal his cigarette and criticize his lyrics and get away with it scot-free. Oh yes, he wasn't going to be a pleasant student for that man in fact, Ruki was going to make it a living hell for him.

Huffing, he snapped his notebook shut and violently shoved it into his backpack. While that oh so annoyingly chipper teacher maybe gone the tall blond was still there (he was only tall because everyone was taller than Ruki was) and, it was rude of him to have snapped at the other student, just like it was rude of him to have snapped at the teacher (though, he justified the rudeness he had shown the teacher).

"No thank you. I'm shit when it comes to holding liquor." He couldn't hold it to save his life and anything more than a beer had him pretty blitzed. Reaching into his pockets, he withdrew another cigarette despite the warning from the teacher that it was bad for him (what, did the teacher think him stupid? Of course Ruki knew it was bad for him!).

"I'm Ruki," He greeted, offering one of the few remaining cancer sticks to Uruha. "And sorry for kinda snapping at you before. I've had a bad day." He could at least make an effort to be nice to the blond.

[Uruha(麗)]

Uruha let out a sound of understanding, nodding as he drew the can back to himself, popping it open. He took a seat next to the other, now sensing that most of the danger was over so that he could. "It's alright, everyone has bad days sometimes." He accepted the cigarette, all awkwardness gone from his now genuine smile of thanks. "So... I would guess that's the reason you came up here in the first place." He shrugged, leaning back on his arms, his body stretching comfortably on the warm concrete. He wasn't one to intrude into people's feelings, if the other had a bad day, he could understand that.

"Mind if I take a look? Your lyrics I mean." Uruha had been having a certain melody stuck in his head for a while now, and his curiosity led him to ask. He wasn't very bothered about being late to class anyways, since it didn't seem like he'd be getting in any trouble at the moment if he was.

[Ruki]

"You guess right," It was much easier now for him, to be more himself and not the bitchy diva he was just moments ago; he just couldn't deal with overly happy people when he was in a foul mood (really, he couldn't deal with them at all). Offering the blond a lite, Ruki brushed strands of hair from his by now- heat flushed face. "What brings you up here anyway?"

For Ruki, it was much to hot to be up on the roof but, it was the only place he knew to just get away. He would have chosen his dorm but, even there, there was still something that disturbed the peace. Up on the roof, hardly anything did for, no one came up here. It was usually just Ruki.

Pursing his lips around the butt of the cigarette, Ruki dug around in his rather empty bag (he didn't plan on going to many -if any- classes today) and with drew the notebook he shoved in there violently not but moments before. Filliping th rough the pages, he paused on the lyrics he just wrote and gently (a contrast to his earlier harshness) handed it over to Uruha.

"There you go. I still have to fix them up a bit and reword a thing or two but, that's the gist of it." Besides fixing them up, he needed a band to bring the song to life. Lyrics were only half of a song. Without the rifts of a guitar, the thrumming of a bass and the rhythm of the drums, lyrics were just words.

[Uruha(麗)]

Uruha took another sip of beer before leaning over to light his cigarette, brushing away strands of long hair to avoid them getting burnt. It had been a while since he had a smoke, and doing that relaxed him now as he sat beside the other blond, also grateful that Ruki wasn't annoyed by his presence. "Me? Well... Like most people want, some peace and privacy, but I guess that's not happening right now, huh..." He chuckled, shrugging. "You're looking pretty heated there, wanna move into the shade?"

Handling the notebook carefully and holding it up, he lay back onto the sun-warmed concrete, reading the words carefully and humming throughout. After a few moments of silence, he spoke up. "This doesn't seem to be very heavy... " He trailed a finger through the words, cigarette held in his mouth as he exhaled more smoke up. Sitting up, he handed the notebook back to Ruki. "I could record a demo... maybe you can listen and see how you like it?"

[Ruki]

An amused huff left him. It was true, there was going to be no privacy on the roof today for it seemed everyone had the same thought as Ruki himself did. Maybe, it was time for him to find a new place to hang out and preferably a cooler place.

"Ah, I'm fine." If he was really that hot, he would get up and go sit in the shade provided by the over hang. As it was, he was fine just where he was though, for how long that would last he didn't know. He knew sooner rather than latter he would be seeking the shade.

Humming, he moved closer to Uruha, leaning over his arm to eye the lyrics he just jotted down. "Hmm, I guess it wont be." He didn't have a melody planned out when he wrote it. All he hand wanted to do was get all his frustration off his chest and the easiest way to do that was smoke and write.

"It'll be fun though to play around with sounds to see what fits it best." That was what he did when he didn't have any idea what music to put with the lyrics or which lyrics went with the music. "But sure, play a demo and let me hear it when it's done."

[Uruha(麗)]

Uruha pursed his lips slightly as he tapped his fingers against his lean stomach, a rhythm forming as he tapped his feet against the concrete as well. "Alright then! Don't expect anything too awesome though, I'm not at that level yet." He joked, chuckling. He lowered his arm a little so the other could see easier, nodding as much as he could as his head was lying down.

"I like what you write. It's pretty down to earth... not too simple either." He smiled as he read it over again before handing it back to the other, sitting back up and stretching his arms in front of him. "Uwaaah, I shouldn't lie down for too long. I'll fall asleep soon..." Uruha took a last inhale of smoke before stepping on it to put it out, placing it next to his beer.

Taking another swig, he glanced towards the shorter blond, trying to think of something he could say so it wouldn't end in awkward silence. "So... " He started lamely, wondering if he should have just kept his mouth shut. "You going to the next class?"

[Ruki]

"I wont~" He assured with a teasing laugh. They were still kids after all and no matter how much Ruki pretended that he was, he wasn't exempt from that. Just like Uruha had room to improve with his instrument of choice, so did Ruki. There was still so much he could do with his voice and all he had to do was train it just like a guitarist had to train their fingers to bend and stretch a certain way or a drummer had to have the right poster that was not only good for their back but for their style.

"Thank you. It's still only one part and it wont be complete until it has music to go along with it." A vocalist didn't make up a band and lyrics didn't make up a song. It was everything combined that made the magic happen and so far, Ruki only had the lyrics and they could simply be a poem. He needed a band to back him up.

Laughing softly, he tucked his notebook back into his bag and stretched, leaning back on his arms and -somewhat- enjoying the warmth of the sun. "Probably not but, you should get going before you fall asleep up here and miss your next class." While Ruki was the type to skip, Uruha didn't seem like it and it wouldn't be far of him to hold up the taller blond.

It was okay if it was only Ruki's grade suffering, he wasn't going to drag someone else down with him.