Author: Furuba is my newest obsession. So, here is my debute fic in the fandom. Hatori/Shigure is the pairing. Deal with it. Honestly people, be adults. They have to have someone.
To Be Touched
If a member of the zodiac is hugged by a person of the opposite gender, they shall transform.
Shigure closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the window. Down below from the room he was in, playing in the fading light of the day, was young Hatsuhara and Rin. He could hear the childish laughter, and instead of soothing his tormented soul, it only served to bring the dog more angiush. They didn't understand yet. They were still to young to know that the curse would affect them so much. Right now, they were just carefree children. He wished that were the case for him as well.
"Shigure?" the voice was soft but stern. The dog never even had to turn to know who had stepped into the room. The voice was a giveway. After all, they were best friends.
"You're up late, Haa-san. Don't you have those exams tomorrow?"
Hatori crossed the room, the movement almost soundless except for a small shuffling as his sock clad feet brushed against the wood of the floor. He pressed against the back of his companion gently, enfolding the other teenager within his arms. They would be graduating soon. Their isolation would become worse. Hatori realized this is what Shigure knew and feared. Their time was coming to a dramatic and all together painful end. Maybe that's why Ayame had been so quiet recently. They were coming face to face with their enemy, one they knew well. Anything in this world, isolation or freedom, comes at a price. Their isolation was driven deep into the ground by the fact they would not hug someone of the opposite gender unless they wished to transform. It was almost more than any of them could bear. The Mabudatchi Trio had their own way of getting by.
"I'll do fine." he whispered against his neck. Shigure nodded, relaxing against chest of his friend. Hatori had always been there for him, even when they were young. Most people were surprised to learn that the dragon and the dog had been friends before Ayame and Shigure were. One of lives small mysteries. He wondered where that had come from. He reached up, fingers grasping the hands that were gently resting on his abdomen. They were warm in contrast to his cold skin. Together, the duo stared down at Hatsuhara and Rin in the fading light. It was like a chapter of their lives were closing along with the day.
Gentle lips ghosted over his collar-bone, indicating the exact motives of Hatori's visit. The dog smiled anyways. He was being touched, and that's all that mattered. The one thing dog's craved was touch. The one thing Shigure was deprived of.