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writetomyheart2014-07-14 07:59 pm
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[Team 1] Departure
Wrote this as a prequel of sorts to a longer fic I'm working on right now. I know you're all tired of vampires but ._.
Happiness.
Watanabe opened his eyes and turned his head slightly to look at the person lying next to him. He smiled and reached over to brush some stray strands of hair out of the other’s face.
Happiness could come in so many forms. It could also come in the form of people. For him it was definitely a person. The person lying next to him. The other definitely was his happiness. Maybe not always but a lot of the time really.
A hand caught his own and a pair of hazel eyes fluttered open slowly.
“What are you doing?” the other’s voice was a little raw from sleep. “Shota?”
“Thinking,” Watanabe replied simply. “About you,” he decided to add after a moment. Rolling over, he grinned a little when a soft ‘oof’ came from the other as he flopped on top of him.
“Uh huh,” the other acknowledged that. “Active thinking?” He pulled Watanabe’s hands to his lips and kissed the fingers gently. “What were you thinking about?” The other’s voice was deep and soft and Watanabe snuggled closer, rested his head on the other’s chest.
Rising and falling with the other’s breaths, Watanabe murmured, “Just you. How I’m happy when I’m with you.” He tilted his head up. “Are you happy when you’re with me, Ryota?”
“Would I still be here if I wasn’t?” Miyadate smiled at Watanabe.
Something akin to warmth spread through Watanabe’s body at those words and that smile made his senses tingle - if that was possible. Who knows. Both of them still had a lot to learn about who they were, what they were and most of all, each other as well. There was no need to rush though. They virtually had eternity to do so.
Those had been memories from their happier days. Watanabe smiled bitterly now. It had been years - maybe even close to a century - since he’d last seen the other. After having been so in love with each other, there had come a time when those feelings had become more and more of a burden and after a nasty fight, they had decided to part ways. Watanabe had been the one to leave first. His temper had flared and he’d thrown the other across the room with his inhuman strength. Without checking whether Miyadate had been alright - he should have been, someone like the other wouldn’t take any serious damage just from that - he’d left and had gone as far away as the night would let him.
It had been far enough that he’d no longer been able to feel the other’s presence.
Ever since then, Watanabe had continued to explore the world by himself. He was a sociable person, so he hadn’t stayed alone for long, had found himself some companions for some parts of the way - both mortal and immortal.
He’d all but forgotten about Miyadate, or at least he thought he had. Suddenly, he’d see the other’s face when he looked at someone else. He’d hear the other’s voice in a crowd, see the other’s eyes whenever he closed his own. It was driving him nuts.
“You look like you just need to forget about things and vent out some frustration,” Hashimoto put an arm around Watanabe. He was one of the people Watanabe hung out with right now. A creature of the night like him and yet they couldn’t be more different. Nevertheless, they had befriended one another and Watanabe had stayed with Hashimoto and his ‘clan’ if you wanted to call it that, for a while now. “I know just the right thing to do.” His eyes flashed green and he grinned. “Let’s go upstairs, shall we?”
Watanabe followed, willing enough and the other was speaking the truth after all. Watanabe was frustrated as hell. Frustrated, angry and above everything, needy. There was a lot of pent up sexual frustration that seemed to come with his memories, his feelings. It didn’t take Hashimoto’s powers to lure them out. Not that the other’s powers would work on him really.
What they did felt good - he let the other take charge of him and then topped the other in return, a fair exchange - but it was empty somehow. It was not the same. It was not what he really wanted. It frustrated him even more and he was glad that Hashimoto wasn’t just anyone - any mortal - because they would have probably not survived the night in bed with him as his feelings got the better of him once again. It was getting worse with every year, every month, every day, every hour, every minute, every second he spent awake.
When he regained his conscious again the next night, Hashimoto stood there next to the bed and told him that he should leave and follow whatever advice any of his body-parts gave him. “Heart, brain, dick, whatever. It’ll lead you to the right place. Because here is definitely not where you really want to be. And I know I’m not the one you want to be with either.”
Then Hashimoto’s tone turned less playful and more serious, compassionate even. “I know what I’m talking about when I see someone who’s longing for another. So go and look for whoever it is that you want.” The grin returned to his face then. “And if you find them, you’re more than welcome to come back and I’ll prepare a few fun surprises. That is, if you share~”
Laughing dryly, Watanabe whacked the other with his pillow. “Screw you, Hasshi.”
“You want to go again? My, you guys really recover fast,” Hashimoto looked interested.
Groaning, Watanabe rolled over, “No. I need food first.”
“A few girls are downstairs, if you want them? Rest is not awake yet, so you can snack on them before the others get down to business with them,” Hashimoto informed Watanabe.
Once he’d fed and gotten himself dressed - reluctantly - Watanabe was standing on the roof of the highrise building he’d stayed in for the past...he didn’t even know how long it had been. Time passed differently for him - and Hashimoto and the rest as well, for that matter. He wondered how many generations of mortals had come and gone already ever since he’d settled down here. Not that it mattered much.
Where was he supposed to start? Where was he supposed to look?
Suddenly a cold fear gripped at Watanabe’s heart. After all this time, would he still be able to find the other? Feel the other? And would the other even want to see him? What if whatever he’d been going through was one-sided? What if Miyadate was happy somewhere out there and didn’t want Watanabe to wander back into his life? They hadn’t separated on good terms after all. The other might just discard him.
The thought of that hurt, almost physically and Watanabe sunk down into a crouch and hugged himself. Well, he wouldn’t know until he tried now, would he?
“If it helps, someone of your kind, someone big, just came to the city,” someone spoke up behind him and Watanabe turned around to find Totsuka, one of Hashimoto’s clan, leaning against the wall there. “He’s called Takizawa.”
Eyes widening, Watanabe asked, “Are you sure? Master Takizawa is here?” Takizawa was on the elder ones, the old vampires, the league of the most powerful. Watanabe had met the other a few times, when he’d still been with his coven - their coven. Would someone like Takizawa know where Miyadate could be? Watanabe remembered how Miyadate had looked up to Takizawa - they both had really.
“Pretty sure. My sources tend to not lie,” Totsuka chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing a dark green, a deeper and maybe even more venomous and dangerous green than Hashimoto’s.
“Where can I find him?” Watanabe looked at the other cautiously. Would Totsuka’s information come at a price? “You know that if I go now, I won’t be back for...a long time.”
“I know that,” Totsuka nodded. “I heard he’s downtown. He likes to make a grand entrance and surround himself with extravagance and luxury. You’ll probably find him in the poshest hotel you can find. I’m sure you’ll sense him if you’re close enough.”
Nodding, Watanabe got ready to leave.
“You’re sure about this, aren’t you, Watanabe?” Totsuka asked before he could leave. “About leaving this place and Hasshi, too. About not being able to return for a long time.”
Offering the other a small smile, Watanabe replied, “I’m sure. And I’m giving you my word, from one Shota to another.” He turned around to look back down at the street. I’m leaving. I know this is the right thing to do. I’ll have no regrets.”
“So be it then,” Totsuka nodded and with that, let Watanabe go.
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Happiness.
Watanabe opened his eyes and turned his head slightly to look at the person lying next to him. He smiled and reached over to brush some stray strands of hair out of the other’s face.
Happiness could come in so many forms. It could also come in the form of people. For him it was definitely a person. The person lying next to him. The other definitely was his happiness. Maybe not always but a lot of the time really.
A hand caught his own and a pair of hazel eyes fluttered open slowly.
“What are you doing?” the other’s voice was a little raw from sleep. “Shota?”
“Thinking,” Watanabe replied simply. “About you,” he decided to add after a moment. Rolling over, he grinned a little when a soft ‘oof’ came from the other as he flopped on top of him.
“Uh huh,” the other acknowledged that. “Active thinking?” He pulled Watanabe’s hands to his lips and kissed the fingers gently. “What were you thinking about?” The other’s voice was deep and soft and Watanabe snuggled closer, rested his head on the other’s chest.
Rising and falling with the other’s breaths, Watanabe murmured, “Just you. How I’m happy when I’m with you.” He tilted his head up. “Are you happy when you’re with me, Ryota?”
“Would I still be here if I wasn’t?” Miyadate smiled at Watanabe.
Something akin to warmth spread through Watanabe’s body at those words and that smile made his senses tingle - if that was possible. Who knows. Both of them still had a lot to learn about who they were, what they were and most of all, each other as well. There was no need to rush though. They virtually had eternity to do so.
Those had been memories from their happier days. Watanabe smiled bitterly now. It had been years - maybe even close to a century - since he’d last seen the other. After having been so in love with each other, there had come a time when those feelings had become more and more of a burden and after a nasty fight, they had decided to part ways. Watanabe had been the one to leave first. His temper had flared and he’d thrown the other across the room with his inhuman strength. Without checking whether Miyadate had been alright - he should have been, someone like the other wouldn’t take any serious damage just from that - he’d left and had gone as far away as the night would let him.
It had been far enough that he’d no longer been able to feel the other’s presence.
Ever since then, Watanabe had continued to explore the world by himself. He was a sociable person, so he hadn’t stayed alone for long, had found himself some companions for some parts of the way - both mortal and immortal.
He’d all but forgotten about Miyadate, or at least he thought he had. Suddenly, he’d see the other’s face when he looked at someone else. He’d hear the other’s voice in a crowd, see the other’s eyes whenever he closed his own. It was driving him nuts.
“You look like you just need to forget about things and vent out some frustration,” Hashimoto put an arm around Watanabe. He was one of the people Watanabe hung out with right now. A creature of the night like him and yet they couldn’t be more different. Nevertheless, they had befriended one another and Watanabe had stayed with Hashimoto and his ‘clan’ if you wanted to call it that, for a while now. “I know just the right thing to do.” His eyes flashed green and he grinned. “Let’s go upstairs, shall we?”
Watanabe followed, willing enough and the other was speaking the truth after all. Watanabe was frustrated as hell. Frustrated, angry and above everything, needy. There was a lot of pent up sexual frustration that seemed to come with his memories, his feelings. It didn’t take Hashimoto’s powers to lure them out. Not that the other’s powers would work on him really.
What they did felt good - he let the other take charge of him and then topped the other in return, a fair exchange - but it was empty somehow. It was not the same. It was not what he really wanted. It frustrated him even more and he was glad that Hashimoto wasn’t just anyone - any mortal - because they would have probably not survived the night in bed with him as his feelings got the better of him once again. It was getting worse with every year, every month, every day, every hour, every minute, every second he spent awake.
When he regained his conscious again the next night, Hashimoto stood there next to the bed and told him that he should leave and follow whatever advice any of his body-parts gave him. “Heart, brain, dick, whatever. It’ll lead you to the right place. Because here is definitely not where you really want to be. And I know I’m not the one you want to be with either.”
Then Hashimoto’s tone turned less playful and more serious, compassionate even. “I know what I’m talking about when I see someone who’s longing for another. So go and look for whoever it is that you want.” The grin returned to his face then. “And if you find them, you’re more than welcome to come back and I’ll prepare a few fun surprises. That is, if you share~”
Laughing dryly, Watanabe whacked the other with his pillow. “Screw you, Hasshi.”
“You want to go again? My, you guys really recover fast,” Hashimoto looked interested.
Groaning, Watanabe rolled over, “No. I need food first.”
“A few girls are downstairs, if you want them? Rest is not awake yet, so you can snack on them before the others get down to business with them,” Hashimoto informed Watanabe.
Once he’d fed and gotten himself dressed - reluctantly - Watanabe was standing on the roof of the highrise building he’d stayed in for the past...he didn’t even know how long it had been. Time passed differently for him - and Hashimoto and the rest as well, for that matter. He wondered how many generations of mortals had come and gone already ever since he’d settled down here. Not that it mattered much.
Where was he supposed to start? Where was he supposed to look?
Suddenly a cold fear gripped at Watanabe’s heart. After all this time, would he still be able to find the other? Feel the other? And would the other even want to see him? What if whatever he’d been going through was one-sided? What if Miyadate was happy somewhere out there and didn’t want Watanabe to wander back into his life? They hadn’t separated on good terms after all. The other might just discard him.
The thought of that hurt, almost physically and Watanabe sunk down into a crouch and hugged himself. Well, he wouldn’t know until he tried now, would he?
“If it helps, someone of your kind, someone big, just came to the city,” someone spoke up behind him and Watanabe turned around to find Totsuka, one of Hashimoto’s clan, leaning against the wall there. “He’s called Takizawa.”
Eyes widening, Watanabe asked, “Are you sure? Master Takizawa is here?” Takizawa was on the elder ones, the old vampires, the league of the most powerful. Watanabe had met the other a few times, when he’d still been with his coven - their coven. Would someone like Takizawa know where Miyadate could be? Watanabe remembered how Miyadate had looked up to Takizawa - they both had really.
“Pretty sure. My sources tend to not lie,” Totsuka chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing a dark green, a deeper and maybe even more venomous and dangerous green than Hashimoto’s.
“Where can I find him?” Watanabe looked at the other cautiously. Would Totsuka’s information come at a price? “You know that if I go now, I won’t be back for...a long time.”
“I know that,” Totsuka nodded. “I heard he’s downtown. He likes to make a grand entrance and surround himself with extravagance and luxury. You’ll probably find him in the poshest hotel you can find. I’m sure you’ll sense him if you’re close enough.”
Nodding, Watanabe got ready to leave.
“You’re sure about this, aren’t you, Watanabe?” Totsuka asked before he could leave. “About leaving this place and Hasshi, too. About not being able to return for a long time.”
Offering the other a small smile, Watanabe replied, “I’m sure. And I’m giving you my word, from one Shota to another.” He turned around to look back down at the street. I’m leaving. I know this is the right thing to do. I’ll have no regrets.”
“So be it then,” Totsuka nodded and with that, let Watanabe go.
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