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14 April 2009 @ 03:55 am
Title: Destruction.
Chapters: Drabble.
Author: Reila [toychest_murder]
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Pairing: None.
Band(s): the GazettE
Disclaimer: In due time, Mr. Tinkles...they will all be mine~
Synopsis: Tired eyes glanced around the empty apartment as the guitarist stumbled into it, the long day wearing the normally happy guitarist down to a murmuring mess.
Comments: Okay~ So, this is drabble/ficlet is apart of a meme that I got from life_giver~ All of these will not be releated to one another, but they're all going to be for the same fanfiction meme~

The meme:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

I obviously picked GazettE, so it's going to range possibly from all five members to individuals, and pairings. There is, of course, no Reita/Ruki fanfiction in here; I can't stand the pairing. [Sorry!] Comments are love, and all drabbles/ficlets will soon be posted.

Smile Empty Soul; Bottom of a Bottle

                The sound of the lock clicking was probably the sweetest thing to Uruha's ears at that very moment. Tired eyes glanced around the empty apartment as the guitarist stumbled into it, the long day wearing the normally happy guitarist down to a murmuring mess. He was close to breaking, he could feel it...from all of the interviews, photoshoots, rehearsals, as well as the headstrong manager and leader GazettE had and the eccentric egos and personalities the other four members possessed, he was surprised he lasted seven years with it all.

                Amber eyes scanned the contents of his fridge for something to eat or drink, his stomach growling eagerly at the thought of delicious food. Nearly thirteen hours without a single bite of lunch caused him to feel light-headed and dizzy, wanting nothing more than a nice hot meal, possibly followed by a bath. He was a horrible cook, though...maybe he should call Kai...

                About to close the door, Uruha paused when he saw a few bottles of his favorite wine and champagne waiting for him, calling his name. The memories of the band's previous weekly dinner were tied to them, Ruki bringing them as a sort of thank you for taking the turn for him since his apartment was being repainted. A moment's hesitation, Uruha bit his lower lip before he reached out and took the first bottle, walking to the cabinet and pulling out a glass.

                Maybe just one drink...

                He nodded firmly to himself as the champagne was poured, the bottle placed upon the counter before he took a long, appreciative drink from his glass. Immediately, he felt his tense body loosen up, and before he knew it, he was downing his second glass. He barely realized that he had finished the bottle within a half hour, discarding it into the kitchen's bin before he grabbed his wine from the fridge and made his way to the living room, abandoning his search for food. Uruha felt surprisingly better, the day's conflicts and stress evaporating with every glass that he drank.

                It was just alcohol; he couldn't see the harm in drinking, especially since he didn't do it all the time. Little did he know that those few drinks would soon turn into a couple of bottles over the next week, and much more within the next month. His life was going to spiral out of control, and lead him down the path to self-destruction.

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