Title: Vicarious
Author: WolfPilot06
Pairing: Tsuzuki/Hisoka
Notes: This is actually just a really old ficlet that I dug up when poking through old LJ entries of mine. I have to apologize to people who are expecting new chapters of my multiparter fics; being a freshman now at MIT, I'm way overloaded with work, and I have absolutely no time to write. And, unfortunately, even if I had time, there's no guarantee that what I'd write would be good. P So, enjoy the tiny little weird ficlet, and apologies for months of inactivity.
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"You have no right," he began hotly, fists clenching at his sides. A trickle of blood ran down his palm and dripped upon the ground, unnoticed. "You have no right to tell me what I can do and what I can't when you yourself don't follow the rules! You can't tell me what to feel or not, to let myself to trust other people when you yourself do not trust or feel!"
His eyes flashed furiously, mouth working silently as if he wanted to say more but couldn't find the words to do so.
The
boy smiled then, and he was struck by the simple, melancholy beauty
of his expression. There was a sudden feeling of loss, of vertigo as
Hisoka dropped his eyes, the unwavering, angry determination that had
raged not a moment ago suddenly gone in the face of his own fury.
Thin hands clutched at faded orange sleeves, plucking at the fabric
with hidden fingertips as Hisoka spoke quietly, his voice barely
audible.
"You're right. I...I shouldn't tell you...what
to do, how to act - I shouldn't tell you any of it." He looked
up then, his eyes clearer than before even through the unexpected
veil of tears that shimmered in them. "I just..." Tsuzuki
caught Hisoka's trembling hand and pressed the back of it to his
cheek, his uncharacteristic anger disappearing instantly at the
haunted, lost expression on Hisoka's face. The boy reached up with
his free hand to cup the other side of Tsuzuki's face, tears now
falling as he smiled again, tremulous and delicate. "I just want
you to have everything I never can. I want to feel through you like I
can't feel myself. It's selfish - "
"It's fine."
Tsuzuki interrupted quietly. Hisoka froze at his words, eyes wide as
he searched Tsuzuki's face for something, some indefinable sign that
Tsuzuki might be lying. The older man turned his head, kissing
Hisoka's fingertips before nuzzling against the slender, lax palm.
"It's fine." he repeated, and leaned forward.
Hisoka's breath brushed against his throat as he pressed his lips to
the boy's temple. Hesitant arms looped around his neck uncertainly
and he hummed thoughtfully, kissing Hisoka's forehead again as he
wrapped his arms around his partner's waist and rocked from side to
side comfortingly. Hisoka said nothing, content to hide in Tsuzuki's
arms for once.
The silence was welcomed.
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The End
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Yes, my friends, that is it. P
Wolf
