Hello to anyone reading this fanfic, Homo Animalis. If you have recently been following this I apologize for the late update but I have been busy in real life for the moment. This doesn't mean I will stop updating altogether, though - I do and will try my best to keep the story going. Anyway here is the newest chapter so far, and I hope you enjoy and leave a review if possible. ~FourLives
DISCLAIMER: Of course, as always, I do not own the boys and am just borrowing them for this fanfiction.
WARNING: There will be some descriptions of violence and murder, so please don't read if you're no gory person.
Away But Still There
Silence. That's all there was the next day. Utter silence. No talking, no warm greetings and looks from that Morinaga, just cold damp eyes.
Ever since the morning's first streaks and strips of sunlight shone after Souichi's slumber - which was incredibly short - there was a gloomy atmosphere, an unfamiliar one. Usually there came preparation for university including breakfast and a hint of bruises for the taller man, but there was difference. And although Morinaga was clueless as always, Souichi knew exactly why he himself was so.. off.
It all began with the pace and adrenaline rushing through his body. Souichi began to run against his will through a seemingly endless void of blackness. There was nothing in sight, just the pitch, meaningless color of black. It meant nothing, it felt nothing. Just a lifeless black scene. Misery, nothingness.
Eventually, the blackness began to fade and slowly vanish from the eyes. The misery, the nothingness, it was banished as the confused blond entered another, more sensory vision. His pace more steady, he began to trot through a nameless city. Though he did not recognize where he was, he somehow felt a feeling of security in the immense crowds of people that surrounded him. Souichi peeked around; there were lights, flickering and flashing, and families that happily skipped beside groups of teenagers, adults, and fairly young children alike.
There was no sense of danger or urge to run - unusual to such an antisocial character as the older man.
And just when the dream felt like it was not strange or horrifying in any way, they came.
A set of pointed animal ears, too far away to name which, propped up over the top of a building. It twitched and flicked, as if searching for the correct target of prey. Another pair of ears, this one more rounded and a little bear like, twisted forward and backward against a large dump of rubbish and isolated bins. One after the other, the ears, faces and muzzles of predatory animals and inhuman 'people' spread across the city landscape, as if forming a type of trap for the mere, weaker humans.
Gasps of terror and warnings ached across the setting as everyone in sight huddled up into an instinctive tactic of defense - a large group, with everyone guarding each other's back.
The humans had turned prey; and so there must be a predator.
Without a warning, a clue or caution, hundreds - maybe thousands, or yet millions - of savage, animal like humans, children, teenagers, young adults, came hurtling down from buildings and alleyways. Shrieks of horror and fear filled the air as the defense huddle, contradictory to its purpose, began to splinter and form smaller groups until there were none at all. War cries of beasts and creatures - bears, tigers, lions, dogs, too many to name - deafened the screaming of the innocent people that once surrounded the blond man.
For Souichi, the moment could not have been more terrifying. Though he tried so hard to shift his legs, they were frozen, paralyzed with dense fear. Around him, a scene of violence broke out: crimson substance splattered across the pavements and roads of the busy city, with locks of hair and fur swimming peacefully in them. Children, too terrified to even cry, stood at the mercy of the Ijonas who had already grasped many in their large, sharp jaws only to become a small feast for their bloodthirsty killers. Many of the elderly and disabled has been slaughtered to provide an easy meal, leaving many others to scamper for their lives.
Once the petrified screams had been banished, and the taste for flesh had been satisfied, all those emotionless eyes were directed as the ash blond himself, as if signaled or commanded to by force. Their pupils set unnervingly at their target, never letting go of their intense grip. They mindlessly began to stalk closer, closer, closer. Dripping fangs, eyes burning, Souichi fell his chest getting heavier by the second. Until..
"-pai.. Senpai, Senpai!Are you okay? What did you dream abo-"
"Get off me!" a quick punch to the stomach was all it took for Morinaga to hurl backwards in shock. The impact was sudden yet precise with its target - a young man merely wanting to help his love.
The brunet eventually, if very leisurely, got up on his feet and stared into his senpai's golden eyes - at a distance to avoid any more physical contact. "Senpai? What was that for?"
All the older man could do was look up in tense fear and ominous suspicions; not inflicted only by the nightmare, but also greatly by what happened the night before. There was nothing to say, nothing to do, not when he could not even think straight. All that was possible was to storm off without proper contact.
At the University
No communication, not even a word. Though he tried his best to start a genuine conversation with his beloved, Morinaga was simply ignored no matter his actions. Even in the lab speech was much rarer than usual, and the younger man, being childish and easy to break, feared the worst for his complicated but hopeful relationship.
What was wrong with the mysterious man? Through their six years together Senpai had never been this unwilling to communicate with his kouhai. Of course, he had threatened to want to have nothing to do with him and ceased to talk to him on many occasions before, but their was something behind that standard anger and annoyance, that irritated voice, but it was difficult to work out.
Was it, possibly, fear?
No, it couldn't be, Senpai was never the type to be afraid of anything. He was hardened, logical. He would rarely ever feel fear, and was always more the one to snap people out of it, so what was he feeling that morning?
What on earth was he dreaming about that could make him so scared? The young man thought carefully, trying to analyze the situation while leaping into a bundle of other questions. Does he keep secrets from me? How does he see me? Is it me he's scared of? Was it something I did? God, why is this man so hard to figure out!?
Without even knowing, the kouhai's throat rumbled as he growled out loud in frustration.
The grumble resonated across the walls of the lab and sent a wave of gloom and depression; and Souichi fell victim to it. His desire to finish his work replaced with anxiety, he quickly swirled around to face the only culprit as his heart bounded so fast and loud he was surprised no one else could hear it. The uneasiness of the blond's expression was purely enough to tell Morinaga that he had certainly done something wrong, something enough to put him on edge.
Wait, but what? Did he do something?
"Senpai, are you alright?" he curiously questioned, hoping for an answer.
Total silence. The kouhai stepped closer.
"Senpai, please. What's going on?"
Total silence, and two golden eyes glaring at the floor. The kouhai stepped even closer.
"Senpai, tell me what you're afraid of. I want to help-"
"Get away! NOW!" a sudden bellow echoed through the room and pierced through the silence.
Morinaga was taken aback. Never had his beloved Senpai been so desperate to keep a distance between the two. The sensitive brunet was almost heartbroken. How could this happen? What had he done?
"W-what did I do?" the pain in his voice was without question.
The blond never answered.
Souichi, do you believe this will save you? Bring you away from threat? Maybe for now, but for your assistant, this shall only draw him in to it like a helpless little moth to a burning flame.