Title: Trust In Me
Pairing(s): overall, OT5 (Fu/Ryo/Tezu/Ato/San); Thrill (and mentions of Perfect, Fuji/San, Fuji/Ato)
Rating: M
Warnings: Character deaths, sexual content, fivesome
*Prologue*
They died. They all died. Fuji fell in love with three men over a span of four decades and they all died; leaving him to wallow in his guilt and self-loathing. Being immortal was not as fun as it sounded.
He knew he was a horrible person. Well-not person… normal people died when their lives were up. Fuji was almost four hundred years old and not getting any older. He was stuck in the body of an eighteen-year-old.
Fuji had no way out of this life, though, that is why he hadn't ended his own life already.
Fuji was cursed. He was destined to live forever because he had stolen from an immortal. He had stolen the love of an immortal, Yukimura. Fuji had loved Sanada Genichirou with all of his heart. He had stolen Sanada from the vengeful tyrant ruler Yukimura Seiichi. It was a mistake that he would have done all over again, if given the chance, regardless of the eternity of pain and regret that was to follow.
The first had been Genichirou, before he was cursed with immortality. He had been a normal teenager, happy. His family had been farmers who earned an honest living. They had lived in a province that was ruled by a man that was rumored to be the child of god. He had met Sanada on the only bridge that connected the small village where Fuji lived to the rest of the province.
It had been raining that day, the middle of spring. The first time Fuji saw him, Sanada was riding a white horse. His black hair was wet and stuck to his head. He was wearing an off-white long sleeved shirt and a pair of brown trousers that were both soaked. Fuji had been walking in the rain.
Sanada had stopped his horse and asked for directions to the nearest inn. Fuji had chuckled a little and responded that there were no inns this far out in the country. Fuji's heart skipped a beat when the handsome man on the horse smiled slightly at him. Fuji suggested Sanada stay with his family at their farm and Sanada responded by asking Fuji if he wanted a ride. Fuji accepted. It was the start of an interesting dynamic.
When the Child of God ruler found out just who Sanada would leave the castle for to go see, he became insanely jealous. Then something horrible happened. Sanada had gone to the spot where they had been meeting for months to find not only Fuji, but also his lord standing in the dry cavern. The cave where they were meeting was on a precipice on a cliff. It had been raining that day too. Yukimura, in his jealousy had viciously attacked Sanada for betraying him with Fuji and then he had tried to kill Fuji. Sanada had sacrificed himself to save Fuji and Yukimura had realized, as his sword pierced Sanada's vital organs, his mistake.
In his grief, he decided to make Fuji suffer for stealing his love from him. Yukimura used his power on Fuji that night. Fuji learned that Yukimura was an immortal and he had been planning to make Sanada one, too. That was, until he found out about the affair. Yukimura cursed Fuji with immortality that night and forced him to stay there until Sanada had his last breath. Fuji was forced to watch as Sanada bled to death on the dirty floor of that cave where they had spent so much time together. Yukimura escaped and Fuji did not see him again for almost four decades.
Fuji had tried to end his life that night. He learned some things when his life force rebounded back at him painfully. He learned that he could capture souls. Since he was a genius, he quickly figured out how to capture Sanada's soul and keep it safe in a jewel that Sanada had given him on their fourth visit together. Fuji had dabbled in magic before; learning spells from passing mages and reading texts on incantations and potions. From that knowledge, and the power the immortality gave him, he put a strong stasis spell on Sanada and hid his body. It was later, after studying dimensions and soul-binding theories, that he was able to hide Sanada's body in another dimension altogether.
And that was how it was every time he fell in love with another man. He quickly found out just how far the curse went when the anniversary of Genichirou's death came around one hundred and twenty years after when Tezuka met his end. He had known Tezuka Kunimitsu for seven months. Fuji had fallen in love with the stoic man from a small town not far from the coast. They had met one afternoon when Tezuka had stumbled upon Fuji's secret hideout. Fuji liked him immediately. Tezuka reminded him of Genichirou with his quiet mannerisms and stoic disposition. They bonded quickly and Fuji did not realize the gravity of his curse until he was already in love with the man.
On the eve of the anniversary of Genichirou's death, Fuji left Tezuka alone so he could mourn Sanada's death by himself. It was a mistake. He was headed toward his and Sanada's cove, a place he'd visited every single year without fail the exact date of his first love's death, when he sensed it. It was like someone had reached into his chest and gripped his heart. Cold dread filled his entire body. He immediately gathered all of his magic around him and transported himself back to his lover. What he found nearly took his sanity.
Panic and chaos was what awaited him in the little village market that he and Kunimitsu visited regularly. His sudden appearance was lost on the panicking villagers and merchants. On the ground, covered in his own blood, was Tezuka. There was a boy of about the age of twelve, mere footsteps away from the dying man, looking completely devastated. He was holding a bloody knife limply in one hand. Tears streaked his dirty face. His gaze, which was probably innocent hours before, was filled with terror and guilt.
Fuji could smell Yukimura's magic in the air. In his panic, he ran to the body of his fallen lover and embraced him with a spell already spilling from his lips. The spell transported them to the clearing where they had first met. Tezuka was dying, but not quite dead yet. The dying man had no idea what was happening. Fuji could tell that he could no save him, the wound was too grave. With all the magic expertise in the world, even Fuji could not halt a curse in its tracks.
As Tezuka took his last breath, Fuji transported Tezuka's soul to the same stone that held Sanada's soul and placed a stasis spell on Tezuka's lifeless body after he had cleaned it up, and sent it to the other dimension.
Fuji was devastated. His search to find a cure for death increased ten-fold. Now with two people dead because of him his fervor to find a way to bring them back was intensified to the point of obsession. His searching led him to an incredibly arrogant man.
It was almost over one hundred years later that Fuji fell in love once again, to his dismay. The man Fuji met on his journey to find the key to life was not really his type at all. Fuji spent a lot of his time researching magic that could help him. His travels brought him to a huge library, a personal collection held by the Atobe family.
When Fuji first met Atobe Keigo, he immediately regretted walking into the room. Getting an invitation into the illustrious Atobe mansion nearly took an arm and a leg. When Fuji was finally granted access after years of trying to gain an audience, the first person he met was a cocky fifteen-year-old who called himself 'Ore-sama'. Atobe introduced himself as such. Then he insulted Fuji's attire and called him an ungrateful plebian.
Fuji did not take offence. He had been trying to get into this place for months to gain access to the library (said to have any and all books he could ever want on any subject). He kept a calm smile on his face and politely took all the comments in stride. He figured it would be good to be on the arrogant teen's side if he wanted to keep researching in the library, which he found to be most extraordinary. Eight stories high; and it seemed like a mile in length. It took him almost a year to get one section done. Soon, the reason for him staying there was lost on the Atobe family. Fuji slowly got to know the heir to the Atobe fortune.
After a while, he became Keigo's self-appointed tutor. It seemed the rich brat also had an aptitude for magic. Fuji knew the first time he saw Atobe glance at him coyly that the young man had developed a crush on him. On Keigo's eighteenth birthday, he took the liberty and kissed his crush. Fuji pushed Atobe harder than he meant to, surprised and scared. The taller teen looked up at the floor from him, confused. Fuji looked down at the boy in horror. He had fallen in love again. It only meant one thing; Keigo Atobe's death sentence had been signed.
Hurt, Keigo got up from the floor and stared down at his sensei. "Fuji-sensei… Shusuke… why?"
He sounded so hurt, not like his arrogant self at all, and Fuji couldn't answer him. The anniversary of Sanada's and Tezuka's deaths was less than a month away. A week later Fuji told him the truth. Atobe surprised Fuji by kissing him. "I'm not afraid."
Two weeks later, the story went that assassins found their way in and killed the young aristocrat. That was a lie, though. Atobe was found in his bed by Fuji, who had left his love's side for a moment to use the bathroom. He had also been stabbed and left to bleed to death. Fuji ran to him, his heart thumping wildly. With tears in his wide open blue eyes, he grabbed Keigo's face and sobbed, screaming "NO!" over and over again. Once again, there was nothing for Fuji to do but to try and save what was left. He secured Atobe's soul in the very same one that held his other loves and sent his body to the other realm to wait.
Fuji was finished with the Atobe library. There was nothing more he could gain from that house, so he left it. Due to the death of Atobe's parents five months before, Fuji had been granted the entire estate, along with all of the fortune. Fuji vowed, however, to never use a single penny. He was going to save it for when he brought his lovers back.
It was a different time from when Fuji was growing up. There were cars and planes and high-speed trains that could take you anywhere, even under oceans! Fuji had seen it all happen within mostly the last century. He couldn't even state how many times the fashions changed. He had seen so many generations grow old and die he could barely remember how old he was. His search for the key to life was still going strong. He had dabbled in searches for the philosopher's stone, and had even almost signed a contract with a devil. Kirihara, however, turned out to be a fake and liar. So Fuji ended him.