Yay, it's the opening chapter to the Pretear fic! Now unlike the DN Angel one (hope it isn't that catastrophic and disastrous... am I exaggerating?) it takes place AFTER the books/shows. I am changing one thing, though. Himeno... never wakes up to Hayate's kiss. Aww, how sad. xDDD
Now I have a warning. This is strictly YAOI, and therefore I am rating it R. Again, unlike DN Angel, I know what is going to happen, and I know the amount of citrus and the timing and place of it, as well, and so the rating is for graphic yaoi-ness in later chapters, language, and possible violence. Now if you like Himeno much, (or Takako, for that matter) then I just suggest that you get outa here. I know what it's like to love the whole HimenoxHayate thing, but now... you know what? It's boring me. This fic is basically getting rid of them. Come on, you can't have a yaoi with GIRLS as the main characters! Alright, I've given enough away as it is. Please read, and enjoy. And by the way, I own NONE of the characters from Pretear. If I did, then the books would have been all guys to begin with!! xDDD
Chapter 1
(TAKAKO POV)
I watched, eyes wide, as Hayate lowered his lips to her cool, non-living ones. Sacrificing herself... to save them... it was almost more than I could bear. In that one second... the second in which the knight of wind's lips brushed over his white princess's, I knew that there was no competition between the two of us. She had done nothing but good... I, nothing but evil. Hayate could never love anyone but her, and even as her death slipped between his fingers, he would never forget her. It was obvious to me now. He loved her, and I could never, ever, love anyone but him.
Even with Sasame at my side.
(HAYATE POV)
I pressed my lips to Himeno's, desperately, as it was my last hope at seeing her smiling, blushing expression again. I had never liked cheesy fairy tales, you know which I mean. The prince kisses the princess, and she is magically brought back to life, or awakened, or... something. I couldn't help but try... after all, my life had been a sort of fairy tale so far. Especially after I met Himeno. She was my best friend-- always there for me, even when she didn't know she was helping me relieve my notorious anger... but she would never do that again. She would never do anything again. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I grieved for my friend... who had given her life for ours.
(Author's Note: I'm not quite sure whose lives Himeno saved... because the shows and the books were different, but for the sake of argument, let's say she saved Hayate, Sasame, Takako, and Shin. 'Kay?
Also, I'm going to let everyone live in apartments... like the ones in which their houses were left unmentioned in the shows? Like I know they're suppose to live in that tree thing, but I think separate apartments will help the storyline. Sorry!)
It was stormy that night... did a storm always have to come when something terrible happened? I lay on my back in my bed, the lightning momentarily lighting up the room so bright that everything looked white. Yet then it became black again... pitch black. Power outage. I wanted to sleep, to escape my mind if only for a few hours... but I soon realized this was an impossible feat. I sat up in my bed, my thoughts filled with the frail, limp body of Himeno... so lifeless... tears streaked my cheeks and refilled the now dry salty lines running down my face. How could she have given up... so easily... for us? For me?
A loud DING DONG (laughs head off and thinks of German song) echoed throughout the apartment, temporarily interrupting my thoughts. I stood up groggily... who would be crazy enough to venture out in this storm? I mean, you'd have to take a boat to get anywhere on these streets. Curious, I opened the door.
Standing, back slightly hunched, was the night of sound, Sasame. Or was it Ex-knight? I wasn't sure any more. All I knew was that he'd have to be crazy to swim all the way over to my apartment building (by the way, I'm exaggerating, it's not flooding...) and on top of that, he must've climbed ten story's worth of stairs, seeing as the elevator was broken. I felt my expression change to that of surprise and curiosity, and I just stood there gaping at my midnight visitor.
His chin-length white hair was soaked, hanging over his eyes and dripping down his neck. His usual white cloak and outfit had been replaced with that of a formal, silky, now sopping black shirt and black dress pants, which were clinging to his hips and thighs. As I evaluated him, my eyes scanning his generally washed-up appearance, I couldn't help but notice how he not only looked ragged and tired, but his tight clothes combined with the messy hair made him look... what was the word I was looking for? I wasn't gay, so of course the words cute... hot... sexy... didn't appear in my mind... of course they didn't!
"Hey," Sasame said in his calm, patient voice that so many couldn't help but fall in love with. For a moment, if only a second, Himeno's image escaped my mind. It was a very short second. I soon realized how much pain and agony I heard mixed into this one syllable word, and it deeply troubled me. What could be wrong with him?
I stepped to the side, allowing the drenched man to walk past me into my apartment, though as soon as he did, I felt a hot blush creep into my cheeks. I hadn't cleaned my home in weeks, so everything was a complete and utter wreck. The navy blue couch was covered with wrappers and dishes, and the floor was littered with miscellaneous books, clothes, and other strange artifacts. I watched my friend carefully, but his expression did not change from that of careful apathy.
"Sorry... about the mess..."
Sasame continued to walk through the junk towards the back of the apartment, and my room. I followed, a twinge of annoyance knicking me as he continued to practically ignore me. When he entered my room, which was in pretty much the same state as the rest of the apartment, he sat on the bed, his elbows on his knees, stared at the floor. I sat next to him, my eyes practically bugging out of their sockets. He looked like a fallen angel...
"Sasame?"
He tilted his head a couple of centimeters in my direction... not the response I was looking for, but at least it was something.
"Sasame... what's wrong? What happened? Why are you here? And in this storm..." the questions poured out of my mouth, a hint of concern tugging at the edge of my voice. It disoriented me to see Sasame, of all people... out of shape. He was usually so composed.
"Hayate..." he whispered. What the hell was wrong with this guy?
(SASAME POV)
I whispered his name, feeling the syllables roll off my tongue. I needed someone right now... someone to understand the feelings I was feeling right now. I side-glanced into his face, saw the shocked expression hit his face. His long, black hair was tossed around and sticking up in odd places... no doubt a result of lack of sleep. He wore a black T-Shirt and dark blue jeans... both of which hung off of his thin frame and threatened to fall off at any minute. I noticed his tear-soaked cheeks... a result of Himeno's death? I had never been sure of their relationship... they argued like lovers, but the way he looked at her... I never saw as much as a loving glance from Hayate to Himeno. She, on the other hand, seemed to lust over him, but I do not think she loved him strongly enough to start that kind of a relationship.
"Sasame," Hayate said, "Did something happen?" He knew that I had a decent friendship with Himeno, but he also had known me long enough to understand that I didn't get torn up over the death of friends. I didn't know why, but it didn't usually bother me. We were all going to die some time, right? But the keyword here was usually. It was in fact, a death... a horrible suicide... that was making me restless and depressed. Even if not the one that Hayate had in mind.
"Takako..." I whispered, and then something inside of me snapped. Tears began to flow relentlessly down my cheeks, sobs shook my shoulders. She was gone... gone... forever.
I handed Hayate the crinkled, smudged note that I had been gripping in my hand the entire time, not having enough willpower to tell the story myself. I continued to weep as Hayate's eyes scanned the paper.
Sasame,
I am so sorry to have to do this to you. You were always so kind to me... but who am I kidding? I am a wicked, selfish woman... one who can do nothing but inflict pain on those I love most. By the time you read this, my greedy heart will have shuddered to its last beat. Goodbye.
Takako
After a moment, I felt something extremely unexpected. Hayate's arms snaked around my neck from the side, his hands both dangling lazily off the edge of my right shoulder. I felt my eyes widen, and a jolt in my stomach woke me from my depressed reverie. What was he doing? His lips grazed my earlobe, and I heard a soft whisper in my ear.
"I'm... so sorry. I can't believe... she would go and..." he didn't finish the sentence, obviously not wanting to hurt me any more. But... he was, wasn't he? How could he confuse me like this, embrace me in such a way...
My lips parted slightly, a chill running down my back. Wasn't this what I had wanted for all these years?
No! I didn't want Hayate, I wanted Takako! To see her smile...
Don't lie to yourself, a voice in the back of my head said. You know she was only a distraction...
No! I love Takako! I must've been… confused those years ago. Yeah.
You confused yourself. You convinced yourself that Hayate wouldn't accept you...
No! There's nothing to accept! I'm... in love... with...
(HAYATE'S POV)
I wrapped my arms tighter around Sasame's neck, trying my best to console him. It was so awful... you don't know how painful... to see him broken like this. A crushed Sasame... that's like a humble Kai or a mellow Himeno. Himeno! Had I truly forgotten her... for more than a second?
Sasame just continued to stare at the ground, apparently battling with himself about something. Every few seconds a trace of a frown would be revealed on his face. At least it seemed like his tears were beginning to slow. A bright flash of lightning lit the room, momentarily illuminating his figure.
After a thirty-second-lifetime, Sasame seemed to finally make up his mind. A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, so strange in contrast to the tears that were beginning to dry on his cheeks. He ever so slowly turned his head towards mine, tilted his head back... and pressed his lips passionately against mine?!
Now wait a second. Not a minute before this, Sasame was grieving over the loss of his true love, Takako... and then he suddenly turns to me and kisses me? My mind was vaguely disgusted... Sasame was a guy, and I was as straight as you can get... not to mention the almost brotherly bond between the leafe knights... but my body had other ideas.
I felt myself responding to his kiss, arching my back and sinking my hands into his snowy white hair. I was kneeling on the bed, so when my back dipped down, I felt a bit like a cat. I felt Sasame's hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me out of my cat-stance and pressing my body against his. He ran one of his hands over my pony-tail, pulling the elastic out of my hair and allowing a black curtain to fall around our faces. His tongue traced my lips, and I let out a soft moan from the newfound intimate contact. Sasame took advantage of the situation and I felt his tongue prodding mine, going deeper and deeper into my mouth as he intensified the hungry kiss. My conscience had stopped working a while ago; hell, my BRAIN stopped working. All I knew was Sasame, his body, his tongue, his hands running up and down my chest...
I was starting to get dizzy. I hadn't taken one breath since the beginning of the... kiss... and quite frankly, my lungs were begging for air. I reluctantly pulled away, gasping, and I saw Sasame's shoulders rising and falling, indicating that he was in the same breathless state that I was.
"What... the hell... was... that...?" I gasped, not caring any more how needy he was right now. I wasn't gay. I couldn't be gay. It was just...
So amazing.
The thunder rumbled on outside, though much farther away now. I heard the rain pitter pattering on the roof.
I stood up, my head now somewhat clear. I needed to get out of Sasame's intoxicating presence, put my mind on something else...
I stumbled out of the room, into the living room, and flipped the TV on. At least I tried, but soon remembered the power outage. So I just sat on the couch, my mind merely a minute away. A minute back in time...
So how'd you like it? I'm finding it much easier to write when I know what's going to happen... and have literally all night to write it... xD
I find it extremely satisfying to write yaoi citrus, but I don't want to put a lemon in the first chapter. I think that for this one, there will be at least one citrus in each chapter, since I'm just in that kind of mood... ;-)
Next chapter, I promise, will be up before the week ends. Kay?