AN: You must think that I'm a terrible person for not updating my other stories and having the audacity to put up a new one. And if you don't think it, that's okay - because I think it for you. But it's been rolling around him my head for a while and a friend of mine actually came up with it... The plot at least. We role played with it and the scene (not this one - a different one that'll make an appearance in a further chapter) stuck with me. ^^;
Rated M for future chapters.
Do apologize for shortness of this, but it is just the prologue. :3 I can't say that the chapters will be long though, they'll probably short as well (not as short as this, though!). But that's okay, right? Because then that means faster updates, right? Right... Yeah, I'm not even convincing myself. xDD And as usual, I didn't know what genre to put it under...
Anyway, enjoy! Do PM me if you have any questions or the like~~
He had two options.
The first was to spend the rest of his life with his captor (and lover), hiding away in some barren villa amongst the trees. He'd have to change his identity and appearance. He could always dress as a woman again, but he hated having to wear dresses, makeup, and extensions. Using the restroom was impossible too! And dammit, he was not a woman! He was born as a man, lived as man (despite recent events that he would rather forget), and he will die as a man.
His second option was, of course, running away when he had a chance. The train would have to make a stop somewhere for fuel. He'd make it seem like he was going to use the restroom when he was really taking that chance to run. But that was an overused method of escape – he'd catch right on to that.
As he watched the trees fly by his window, he'd only realized that his memories were the very image of them – blurs.
There were days when he regretted the moment he had met the man sitting across from him. He watched the sleeping man from his peripheral vision, briefly wondering if he should use this moment to run from him, but quickly putting the thought out of his mind. He would find him, he was sure, and there was nowhere for him to hide on the train. He was sorely conscious of the gun (his gun) that the other held (and had managed to sneak past security).
He sighed, pursing his lips against his palm.
Zero Kiryu continued watching Kaname Kuran sleep; the fleeting thought of fleeing leaving his mind as quickly as it had come.