Standard disclaimers apply.
A/N: Life and times of Nii-hakase. 200 words. The first one was written for the "Ghosts" challenge on 100roadtrips, the second became its offspring.
……I was actually bashed for my pairing of choice. (hides away from Lina-sama's reach all the strategic throwing bottles of green gouache, hairpins and slippers)
Compromise
He seems nothing like a person to see ghosts. Even his younger twin he knows close to nothing of, who seems everything like the one, has given up on stalking dark corners a while ago – no dreams for day or night the boy has.
He contemplates an act of conciliation sometimes. But then evading is ridiculous, and any ritual he could think of – not sufficient.
And when there is just enough sake in his cup to reflect a half-slice of the moon floating in the badly distilled heavens, he won't look into the shadows. But when the sake runs out, he will.
Blind Spot
He walks safe under clear skies and rainy ones.
Not often, he is disturbed to be disturbed by this. Time and again, what was it that guided his hand? What was it that measured his steps?
'Skill,' he frowns. 'Fate,' it bites.
'Luck,' he smiles. 'Doom,' it howls.
Master of implications, he never started to try to believe. And he wouldn't filter the truth out of the words returned.
As if there was any instance the truth mattered.
He walks safe under the skies he can't see - never to know that from hir, in death, he is farther.