Fandom: Gouhou Drug
Title: Nemuitteru kimi. (Sleeping you.)
Pairing: Rikuou + Kazahaya
Rating: PG
Description: (obscurely clamp fic challenge) [Complete] Rikuou and Kazahaya have been assigned to search for a lost article...only strangely, it's lost within itself also...

Disclaimer: Gohou Drug is by Clamp. Kokoro is by natsume soseki and any extra characters are my original coorection

Nemuitteru kimi. (Sleeping you.)
By Miyamoto Yui

Part 4 – How low do you go…

Rikuou's cold hand was becoming warmer by holding onto Kazahaya's, but he couldn't erase the fact that he was seeing Tsukiko all over again in his mind. And somehow, Kazahaya was the one prompting him to do so.
He couldn't understand what was happening, but it was slowly coming together. Broken as it was, inside and outside of his heart.

As they rushed from building to building, the black-haired man pointed his blond co-worker's hand towards each entrance they passed.
Kazahaya was getting frustrated at the fact that they had to do all this running and he was somewhat disappointed with himself. Looking at Rikuou didn't help.

"How could this be so hard?" Rikuou commented out of nowhere, like a knife cutting through flesh.
His voice was so cold and harsh that Kazahaya looked at him in surprise.

"Rikuou?" He refused to run anymore.

"Just what are we looking for?" Rikuou finally let him go and watched Kazahaya huff tiredly.
But when he asked this, it was as if he were lost within himself, not a question of why they were running around the city with their heads chopped off like dead chickens going every which way.

Kazahaya took a deep breath and shook his head. With his heart pounding, though he was full of worry of what was to come, he calmed himself down. Reaching out for Rikuou's shoulder lightly, he gently comforted, "We can't stop now."

"Tsukiko's voice…" Kazahaya thought, but Rikuou, similar to a bird, shrugged off Kazahaya's soft touch.

Kazahaya sighed and looked at his hand in mid-air at the silent rejection. Shaking his head, he gave a darted glance at Rikuou filled with hurt. "That's all I am to you, aren't I? Someone to just get things done?!"

In his anger, he grabbed Rikuou's hand and ran again with him. After ten minutes of running, he stopped and looked down to the ground.
Throwing Rikuou's hand away, he said with a frigid tone, "Here."

Rikuou looked up to the tall building. "A hotel?"

"Kokoro? A karaoke bar? And a hotel?" Rikuou asked himself.
It wasn't as if they didn't know what this meant, but why had their client brought them here?

Rikuou then started to walk into the hotel as Kazahaya lifted his head up. Glimpsing back, Rikuou saw Kazahaya through the glass doors. He took a deep breath when Kazahaya slowly walked in behind him.

When they passed through the hotel lobby, the attendants gave them odd looks as Rikuou began to take out the key inside his pocket. Kazahaya's eyes glanced at the key silently as Rikuou led him into the elevator.

"You always think the worse of me," Rikuou said without looking at Kazahaya while going up the elevator.
"It's rare for me to think otherwise," Kazahaya snapped back and the door opened before them.

"3212 is…" Rikuou mumbled while searching each door. "Here."
Putting the key into the lock, he opened the door and they both entered. Kazahaya hung his sweater, as instructed on the cell phone.
Rikuou put the books down next to a notebook on the desk. When he turned towards the bed, he glanced at Kazahaya with a look of slight worry as his eyes found themselves on a pair of white robes.
Kazahaya started to step back a bit. His anger evaporated into panic. "This is not what I-"
"You have to wear the robes and read the red notebook on the table," Rikuou read aloud from his cell phone. Looking at him blankly, he finished, "And you'll know the rest of what to do instinctively."

"I'm not going to wear a robe!" Kazahaya shouted in frustration.
"We don't have time for this. We have to read this whole notebook by eleven and it's already 9:17." Rikuou began to undress.

Lifting up his shirt, Kazahaya watched in awe at the fact at how far Rikuou was going for this job. Rikuou looked back at him and frowned.
Still in his jeans, he walked over to Kazahaya as Kazahaya was shaking his head slowly.
Rikuou stood before him and looked away.
"I'm sorry," he gulped as he looked back at Kazahaya. "I'm just following orders…"

Is this what was called a 'no choice' situation? How far does one have to go for a 'job'?

Kazahaya was losing all he thought he knew about Rikuou as he watched Rikuou hold his shoulders and then moved his hands gently over Kazahaya's chest to undo the buttons of his midriff.
Dumbfounded, Kazahaya looked at him while blinking slowly.

"As if he loved me…" was all that Kazahaya thought in that instant.

"What's happening to us?" Kazahaya's lips mumbled quietly, inaudible for Rikuou to even hear him. "Were we acting out as if it were a play like with the school uniform incident, or were our feelings mixing with the unreality of the moment?"

Rikuou slipped off Kazahaya's shirt and it fell gracefully to the carpeted floor.

They stared at one another for a minute, but it had seemed like so much longer.

At that moment, Rikuou, who appeared as if he was also hesitant though he tried not to be, turned around and took one robe into his hand and went to the bathroom to take a shower. The door closed with the sound of the shower being turned on and Kazahaya still stood there in his place, numbed by the coldness of his skin and shocked by what was happening.

"No…" He shook his head and walked over to the red notebook on the table. As he came closer to it, his expression turned to one of horror.

The notebook wasn't red at all…
…it had been stained with blood.

Tsuzuku…
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Author's note: Geez, once my girl Adri says something, it always gets me cracking for a fanfic…even if I've been sick for a week (and still going)! * lol * Know that you are well-loved, that's all, Adri. And wouldn't you know it would be this chapter that I had planned for this type of scene…
Not to mention that this is the fourth chapter. And four is a bad number for most Asian superstitions.

On an off-topic note…oh my god! I wish I could play that final fantasy unlimited theme on DDR! Barely made it to maniac mode… * sighs * For you hardcore DDR's out there, I'm telling the world that I'm a Jenith fangirl! (Hope he's not retired yet! I need to go to a competition and watch again!)

January 11th, 2003