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writetomyheart2015-09-26 09:51 am
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[Team Three] Ink is Forever
Why does my brain insist on Sci-Fi when I'm no good at writing it? I hope this makes any kind of sense.
“You’d probably look really hot covered in tattoos.” Juri huffs at Shintaro and Shintaro squeezes his hand a little tighter as Koki moves the tattoo gun over to the other side of Juri’s chest and starts it up again. “I’m just going to look ridiculous.”
“It’s not about what they look like.” Koki answers, but his tone says it’s not the first time he’s said it.
It isn’t a touchy topic exactly, but Shintaro would never dare comment on the appearance of tattoos in front of Koki, not with the extensive scarring creeping down Koki’s arms and over his chest from years’ worth of trial and error on his own body.
There have been Sifters flitting in and out of this dimension for hundreds of years already, Shintaro has been told, but Koki was the first one that didn’t want to have to leave ever again.
“How many more?” Juri complains, and Shintaro squirms a little as he looks down at Juri’s chest and how little of the specially formulated ink there is in place.
Koki actually pulls the gun away to fix an unimpressed glare on Juri’s face. “You said you would do anything to stay with him right?” Koki asks, and Shintaro shrinks a little as Juri turns to glance at him and swallows. “Well what you need to do is be quiet and let me concentrate, if I get the runes wrong then it won’t work.”
Sifting isn’t a common skill, even in Juri’s world, being able to adjust your own body on a molecular level to sift through the fabrics between time and dimensions. Even after all the years of having Juri sift in and out of his life Shintaro doesn’t quite believe it’s possible. Koki has explained the mechanics, the concentration and the energy it costs to move across a dimension, the way the pull from their own dimension strains everything inside them harder the further away they go or longer they stay away, but Shintaro still doesn’t understand.
What he does understand is that he somehow fell in love, that the idiot that kept appearing at irregular intervals in his life makes him smile, that Juri makes him laugh and that when he’s gone Shintaro feels empty. He understands that Juri loves him too, enough that he’s willing to leave behind his home and the majority of his family, to let his brother mark his body with secrecy spells in ink designed to interfere with the atmosphere and the pull that his dimension has on him.
It takes hours and a lot more flesh to finish the tattoos, and even though Shintaro is hungry and he’s distressed from watching Juri’s level of suffering gradually increasing, he stays the whole time. He stays because Juri is doing so much more for him, Juri is staying so much longer, for him. The tattoos will stop Juri from sifting, Juri won’t be able to go home, he won’t have to go home and they can stay together forever.
“You’d probably look really hot covered in tattoos.” Juri huffs at Shintaro and Shintaro squeezes his hand a little tighter as Koki moves the tattoo gun over to the other side of Juri’s chest and starts it up again. “I’m just going to look ridiculous.”
“It’s not about what they look like.” Koki answers, but his tone says it’s not the first time he’s said it.
It isn’t a touchy topic exactly, but Shintaro would never dare comment on the appearance of tattoos in front of Koki, not with the extensive scarring creeping down Koki’s arms and over his chest from years’ worth of trial and error on his own body.
There have been Sifters flitting in and out of this dimension for hundreds of years already, Shintaro has been told, but Koki was the first one that didn’t want to have to leave ever again.
“How many more?” Juri complains, and Shintaro squirms a little as he looks down at Juri’s chest and how little of the specially formulated ink there is in place.
Koki actually pulls the gun away to fix an unimpressed glare on Juri’s face. “You said you would do anything to stay with him right?” Koki asks, and Shintaro shrinks a little as Juri turns to glance at him and swallows. “Well what you need to do is be quiet and let me concentrate, if I get the runes wrong then it won’t work.”
Sifting isn’t a common skill, even in Juri’s world, being able to adjust your own body on a molecular level to sift through the fabrics between time and dimensions. Even after all the years of having Juri sift in and out of his life Shintaro doesn’t quite believe it’s possible. Koki has explained the mechanics, the concentration and the energy it costs to move across a dimension, the way the pull from their own dimension strains everything inside them harder the further away they go or longer they stay away, but Shintaro still doesn’t understand.
What he does understand is that he somehow fell in love, that the idiot that kept appearing at irregular intervals in his life makes him smile, that Juri makes him laugh and that when he’s gone Shintaro feels empty. He understands that Juri loves him too, enough that he’s willing to leave behind his home and the majority of his family, to let his brother mark his body with secrecy spells in ink designed to interfere with the atmosphere and the pull that his dimension has on him.
It takes hours and a lot more flesh to finish the tattoos, and even though Shintaro is hungry and he’s distressed from watching Juri’s level of suffering gradually increasing, he stays the whole time. He stays because Juri is doing so much more for him, Juri is staying so much longer, for him. The tattoos will stop Juri from sifting, Juri won’t be able to go home, he won’t have to go home and they can stay together forever.
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Is there more of this? is there going to be? It's so COOL.
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Update 1: 1700 words and two dimensions later and Juri hasn't even met Shintaro yet!
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