Upon the Stars
Two gentleman, both alike in story,
One proletariat, one bourgeois,
A fated meting, another chance,
It's in their lives, it's in their hands.
Upon the ship in which they stood,
Will they be split, will they be good?
It all depends on just our moods...
The red head looked around the area of the ship, leaning against the railing with a cigarette between his lips as he watched the mixed warm colors of the sunset barely kiss the dark blue Atlantic Ocean, his amber hues reflected against those said colors as he huffed smoke into the fresh cold air and relaxed.
Dining inside the elegantly set restaurant aboard the ship, the blonde sighed sullenly, glancing up at the twinkling crystal chandeliers from time to time, wanting to excuse himself for a stroll to see actually stars. The snobs that were seated next to him were filthy rich bastards that, aside from their money meant no worth to him. "May I be excused? This steak just doesn't sit right with me" he had said, covering his glossed lips with a silky white napkin. His complexion ghastly pale as he stepped out of the doorway, giving a sly smirk "Dumb ass" he said, scoffing in disgust at the thought of their oily palms on his skin. He smoothed back his silky blonde locks in noble composure as he paced to the deck, looking up at the twinkling orbs in amazement. Lighting a cigarette and placing it on his lips, he continue looking up at the distant stars, letting the smoke from the cancer stick blur out his vision at last.
The red haired rebel noticed a scent that wasn't from his cigarette, it was more...sweet...more gentle as though it was from the finest tobacco in all the land. The young street rat looked over to meet a man, no taller than he with a cigarette placed precisely between his thin lips, noting the classy vest and the gentleman-like attire. The red had guessed he was a proper maniac. For once, he actually stopped star gazing and looked at the closer one "Aren't you supposed to be at the party?" He had asked, finally breaking the stranger's silence as the cold bitter wind blew the smoke of his cigarette away.
"Hm?" he had glanced over to the stranger, noting the wild, fiery red locks that seemed to gravitate upwards, latching onto invisible things. "Ah, yeah.." he replied bitterly, who cares if he's of lower class, being with him was probably better than those fat pigs. The blonde shuddered, lowering his gaze with a solemn frown. He just really wanted to dive off the ship right then and there... He didn't want to meet the filthy bastards tonight; no matter how much they were willing to pay.
Noticing his quite solemn and grouchy attitude, the red had also noticed how the casual blonde was eying the sea as though he wanted to jump and escape the world he once considered reality and leave to limbo or even heaven, well, if he truly wanted to. The amber hued man closed his eyes as he enjoyed his obviously less expensive cancer stick and leaned against the railing with his back to the chilling breeze "You don't sound pleased".
"What? I'm rich, I've got a luxurious bed, a full belly and good-looking men and women going after me, what could I NOT be pleased about?" he had replied in a sarcastic tone, gripping the metal handrails tightly, making it bend and creak with his inhuman strength; not once did he look up from his intent stare into the ocean's swirling abyss. He did however, marveled at the thought of being carried away from all of that in the frothing white foam that was arising from the boat, slicing into the waters ahead.
Feeling the low groan of the bending metal made the golden hues stare indifferently at the furious caramel ones that were focused on the dark blue seas that carried them to London, he had once thought about starting an artwork career at said London and even manage to get some euros for the boys and actually afford some food for Anna, ah, but day dreaming didn't save anyone from disaster. The red had also seen how the blonde's golden locks swung and blew with the chilling breeze as he noticed his stare at the white foam that was created by propellers "Are you planning on jumping, sir?"
"Raring too" he had replied with a cold, indifferent tone. "Are you jumping in with me?" the blonde had asked, finally taking a break from his staring contest with the dark, unfeeling sea to look at the gentleman. He breathed out heavily, finally breaking into insipid laughter for a good five minutes before stopping. God, he was like a mad man! "So.. heh.. What would a guy like you be here for?" he had asked through muffled giggles, glancing at the humbly dressed stranger.
The red was about ready to throw him off himself with a muffled grunt as he huffed and leaned against the unclenched area of the railing as his golden hues narrowed at the giggling idiot. He really did think differently, he should have known to not think a rich pig with a cute expression was considered a humble man. They were all assholes in New York anyway. But on the outside, the red headed man shrugged and looked blankly at the horizon mixed with contrast of orange and blues "One, I'm not that idiotic to jump when I'm on a boat. Two, I'm just enjoying the breeze like any street rat would" he explained.
The blonde sighed, patting him on the back, "Is that so?" he had said, wiping a few tears away from the corners of his eyes, was it him, or was there too much for them to be laughter tears? He shrugged, lowering his gaze considerable when think back to his reason for being here in the first place, his rambunctious roar of laughter died out, letting the sound of wind and waves take its place. The setting sun made him feel that for a moment, he would never get to see daylight on the horizon again..
Noticing the stunned and even bone freezing silence, the red's amber orbs gazed back at the blonde who was rethinking once again. The sun's contrast colors had blended with the blonde's ghastly pale features, making him look almost tiger-like with those orbs casting down at the sea as though he was going to make a life changing decision to jump and freeze to death and get beaten by the spinning blades that motioned the boat or to stay. Giving a loud huff his predator-like hues looked at the tiger "If you jump in I'm going to jump in and save your ass, understand?"
"Why?" he had asked, they were complete strangers after all.. However at the rough looking but gentle eyed 'street-rat' as he had called himself to be, the blonde gave an earnest smile, nodding and giving him a do-it-and-we'll-see look. He had not wanted to trust anyone after those who he considered closest to him deserted him, and definitely not a stranger, that's for sure. Could he? The blonde seemed hesitant, but betting that the red was bluffing, he stood upon the handrail, deadpanning the amber orbs. "Really?"
"Because..." he trailed off as climbed over the railing and hung on, letting the icy breeze ruffle his dress shirt and old vest as he glanced up at the surprised gentleman from where he was hanging, he was risking his life as well, but he knew that the tiger was probably too scared to even jump. Not that it had mattered, his life sucked too. "I will risk my neck for you, sir. I don't want to see a young man such as yourself to die at such a young age" he explained, his golden orbs glinted in the setting sun to show his soul to the blonde that he was honest about his words.
"Wa-.. let go!" he yelped alarmingly, losing his noble composure as he flailed, losing his balance from the extra weight. The two fell from the rail and went head first into the deep frothy abyss. For a moment, when the two had locked their arms and eyes with each other's, time had stood still for that fraction of a second, and a connection was made. Only to be ended by the freezing chills of the water that they were doused in.
Though, the red was warm even in the bone chilling waters, he did manage to grab the anchor and pull himself up from the Atlantic ocean, gasping a breathful of air as he found oxygen and had not removed his grip from the blonde's waist as he climbed, scaled back onto the dock and pushed the blonde on his back, noticing how he wasn't breathing, the red had simply tore open the gentleman's vest and shirt to revel his defined chest and moved back when he had finally gasped for air from the wretched cold seas. He was glad the blonde was alright but at the same time, he was glad that the party was still going so he could grab the rich fool and punch him for being so reckless.
Huffing and coughing, the blonde shivered at the coldness, covering his now bare chest as he looked at the red. "W-why'd.." he lets out a series of violent coughs which took a great chunk of his strength away, leaving him breathless, gasping for the frosty air that have begun to settled down into his already cold lungs. The blonde didn't mind the punches of course; they were like mosquito bites to him. He did, however, shiver like crazy, but the cold air locked his legs solid, rendering him unable to move.
"Just what the hell were you thinking?" He had asked, his golden hues narrowing as he grabbed the blonde by his open collar and pulled him up, ah, he did feel a sting of guilty when he saw blood trickle from under the tiger's nose but still had hid furious amber orbs locked into frozen mochas until he realized...he was still cold, giving a sigh, the red had undid his own vest and shirt and pulled the blonde close in his arms, letting the tiger share his body heat. Ah, as the king of flames, he was as warm as an oven even after escaping an icy death.
His cheeks grew hot as he became more aware of the stranger's soaking wet clothes that were now sticking to his toned form, and the nosebleed didn't help! ... Ah.. He was so warm.. The blonde nuzzled his bare chest in a totally non-homo way, absolutely non-homo way. "I.. slipped" he had said, shivering profusely, still clutching onto his savior's chest. The blonde started to sob uncontrollably, hugging the red close, muttering 'I don't want to's and 'don't let them's in a pleading tone.
"Shut up" he said calmly, grabbing a blanket from nearby and placed it over the rich gentleman's form as he locked his built arms around him and kept him close for body heat, he wasn't sure why the young rich man was sobbing but he had stayed quiet and looked at the beautiful stars above. After a long while of snuffling and hiccups, the king lifted up the blanket to reveal the gentleman "What's your name, sir?"
"You.." he sniffled, calming down a bit "..just forget the formalities" he had said, "I'm not older or younger than yourself" the blonde stated, looking up at him with puffy red eyes. The sight of his kind smile against the starry backdrop made him felt safe and at peace. "S-Shizuo.. Shizuo Heiwajima.."
The blonde snuggled up to his chest, not minding the difference in their class, right now, he decided, he had found someone who have truly captivated his heart. "I think.. I love you" he had muttered just below a small whisper.
He barely smiled but it faltered back to his regular blank expression "Shizuo Heiwajima..." he repeated, wasn't that a rich family na-...Golden orbs widened at the barely heard words, but he was able to translate them in his head as he looked down at the upper class man "Excuse me?" He had asked, not believing the words that were whispered against his drumming heart.
"W-what?" he had blushed and waved it away, looking up at the red with slightly red, but innocent eyes. The blonde shook his head, pretending not to have said anything. The red with him? .. Not possible.. Not that he minded the class difference, he was still unsure of the warm and loving stranger's feelings towards him as well.. And the thing tonight.. He.. didn't want that in his mind right now. "Mm.. have anyone ever told you, you're really warm?" he had said, trying to divert the subject elsewhere.
"Anna has.." he said, mentioning the little girl he had taken under his wing as he sat on his heels and lifted the cold gentleman up in his built arms, carrying him towards the packed cars. Perhaps this would be the place they could both sleep in tonight. It was a tad cramped and cold in the red king's bedroom and he was positive he'd be framed if he were to come back with a half-naked freezing man in his arms.
"By the way, you can call me Mikoto"
The blonde listened attentively, frowning at the bad parts and smiling at the good, not minding the way he was being carried at all, he was tired after all, and being carried that way reminded him of a new-wed bride. The thought made him blush and giggle, inwardly of course. "Mikoto?" he had said "That's a nice name" the blonde mentioned, lowering his eyes at the ground. When they arrived he hoped off quickly, removing his shoes and socks, cringing at the fishy smell they gave off. He had settled on the bed awkwardly while waiting for Mikoto to change.
The red simply shrugged off his soaked shirt and vest and nearly crinkled his nose in disgust at the scent of fish and barnacles as he moved under the covers with the blonde and slid under his arms, knowing the other gentleman was ice cold still, he locked his arms around his slender waist as he burrowed his nose into the blushing blonde's neck, not caring for the scent the stronger one carried.
"H-hya.." he muttered, shivering at the contact of skin, he could handle hugging with soaked clothing, but naked? That was too much for his heart... Not to mention that he smelled very unpleasant right now.. The blonde pouted before clearing his throat "..Hey..Miko.. can I ask for a favor?"
"Hm?" He mumbled, far too tired to even move the muscles in his lips.
"Ah.. nevermind.." he had said, feeling drowsy in the comforting warmth. Who cares that he was going to be sold to filthy fat pigs that shouldn't even be considered 'noble' ... At least he had an excuse for missing the 'thing' today. Ughh.. The blonde frowned uneasily as he slipped back to sleep, the event still at the back of his mind.
The amber-eyed man was already out like a light, his mind blurred at the cries of cheers and laughter from the party, he was far too exhausted to notice that the blonde had stirred.