Take it Back (part 2)
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Shinobu's head felt as though it were being used
as a testing ground for nuclear missiles. He slowly put
a hand to his face, covering his eyes to shield them
from the obscene amount of light. "Someone turn off
that damned light!" he muttered.
A light chuckle filled his ears, and a warm body
pressed to his side. "Sorry, Shin, I can't. It's
called the sun, " the love in the voice was enough to
turn his head, even if he hadn't recognized the voice.
"Yanno, Shin, I take it that's the last time you'll
drink that heavily, ne?"
"Mit-Mitsuru?" Shinobu rolled over to see the
cheerful look on his ex-lover's face. A sharp,
twisting, dragging pain injected itself into his heart
and slithered down to his belly button. A harsh
sob-like gasp escaped his lips, and he drew away.
"Well, who were you expecting? Shun or
Hasukawa? Maybe Fujikake or Yoshiko?" Mitsuru's
eyebrows waggled playfully, his eyes alight in mirth.
"I AM your roommate, ne, Shin-chan?"
"Roommate? You haven't been my roommate since
our senior year, Mitsuru, " Shinobu sighed, rolling
over to banish the dream from his mind. It hurt too
badly to sit around and actually dwell on the past.
"Anou ne, Shinobu, we ARE in senior year! Did
you have another one of those dreams again? The ones
where you're really old?" Mitsuru lay on his stomach
and played with Shinobu's hair.
"Ha-hai, I suppose, " he whispered softly. He
could understand that. He had had dreams like that
before. Maybe it all had been a bad dream. "But it was
a particularly bad dream, " he murmured into Mitsuru's
chest, curling in on him.
Mitsuru smiled softly, taking his hand and
holding him tightly. "I know they get pretty bad, but
whatever happens in these dreams, we can handle. We've
been through so much together. I think we can handle
everything!"
"We can handle everything, " Shinobu echoed,
snuggling closer, feeling the tears finally come. He
cried into his lover's shirt, all of the pain pouring
out of him.
"Shin? Daijoubu desu ka?" Mitsuru asked,
feeling the warm wetness seep through his shirt. "Shin?
was it that bad?"
"No, no. I'm just glad it was all a dream, "
the silver-haired boy whimpered into his lover's chest.
"Are you going to be alright? You know, we have
to go to your parents' house today. Remember? Your
father is in the hospital, and you thought that perhaps
we ought to tell him about us before he passes away, "
Mitsuru, gently reminded.
"Nani?!" Shinobu's head shot up. "No! I won't
go!"
"Shin, we already discussed this. You have to
tell him! How will you feel if he dies and never knew?"
Mitsuru pulled the struggling boy to him.
"I won't go! That's what happened in the
dream!" Even as he said it, Shinobu got the sickening
feeling that it hadn't been a dream. It was too real,
too long, too painful. What was this then? It felt
just as real, and hurt too much to think about.
"It's just a dream!" Mitsuru purred, bringing
him closer, then slapping his butt. "Besides, they've
already got the train tickets and they'll be pissed if
we don't show. Suck it up. We have to tell them
sometime, ne?"
"I . . . suppose you're right. We do have to
tell them. Maybe it won't turn out the same way this
time, " Shinobu replied, sitting on his heels and
looking down at Mitsuru, who was laying on the bed
looking deliciously rumpled. "You're so beautiful. No
matter what happens, I want you to remember that I love
you, and I always will."
"Goodness. That dream must have been horrible.
If you really don't want to go . . . " Mitsuru's brow
knit in worry. He placed a reassuring hand on Shinobu's
thigh and touched his face with a tentative hand.
"No, you're right. They deserve to know, "
Shinobu nuzzled into the touch.
"Are you sure?" Mitsuru cupped his hand around
his lover's cheek. Shinobu nodded slowly, kissing
Mitsuru's thumb.
They dressed quickly and went to catch the
train. On the train, Shinobu let his emotion get the
better of him and he kissed Mitsuru impulsively,
grinning at his lover. The blonde blinked and grinned
back.
"What's with the sudden enthusiasm?" Mitsuru
asked curiously. Shinobu chuckled under his breath and
batted his eyelashes at his lover.
"What, can't I just shower you with affection
one day out of the three years we've been together?" he
asked sweetly, throwing a casual arm around Mitsuru's
thin shoulders. The blonde replied by snuggling under
his arm. They smirked at the other train riders, who
were staring at them in unabashed homophobia. "I missed
you, " Shinobu murmured into Mitsuru's hair.
"I was right next to you the whole time, " the
blonde shrugged in his arms.
"But you weren't, " Shinobu thumbed through the
golden strands beneath his fingers. "You were miles and
miles away and I was all alone and old and lonely."
"That will never happen, " Mitsuru said
confidently. " 'Kimi to Itsumade', ne?"
"That silly old song!" Shinobu laughed at the
extremely mushy thought. Mitsuru faked a pained look
and he grinned, kissing him gently. "Kimi-tachi to
eien."
"To eien!" Mitsuru reiterated, patting the top
of Shinobu's head.
Before too long, their stop was called and they
grabbed their bags, getting off of the train. Mitsuru
playfully swatted Shinobu with his bag and the silver
haired boy as he hailed a taxi.
The yellow vehicle pulled up and they swung
their bags into the trunk. Shinobu leaned over the back
seat giving the driver directions, then paid. Mitsuru
cuddled into his side when he sat down.
Shinobu's house was large, in the traditional
sense. It had once been a dojo, but the battles had
long since ceased. Now it was kept by the Tezuka family
and was where every Tezuka for the past three
generations had been born and raised.
His own room was quite pleasant. It sat on the
outer edge of the building, and had once been the weapon
room. A set of antique kitanas adorned the wall, along
with the samurai's sword set, but they were pretty much
the only decoration. The rest of the room was stark,
but not uncomfortably so, and the tatami was so thick
and warm that his feet sank in when he walked on it.
Both he and Mitsuru removed their shoes outside his room
and entered through his door, to surprise his family.
Giving Mitsuru a quick look of fear, he led him
to the room his father had been in in the "dream," when
this had occurred. He cracked the door, peering in, and
almost fainted.
It was exactly the same.
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