A/N: I'm being very serious people…I've been looking back at fanfics I have begun to neglect and I literally tore my hair out while ATTEMPTING to read such garbage. XD GOD! Next time people. TELL me how horrible it is. Or maybe it's my attitude now perceiving everything as junk compared to a more…developed style of writing that I have gotten now. I'm EXTREMELY sorry about the updates. And for that, I present two chapters in one (well one chapter doubling the length) and I really hope you forgive me for the wait. Its just hunting down games, balancing grade 11 and tests every which way, while maintaining the interests of anime and cosplay isn't very easy.
Thank you for continuing to read this fic, if you do, it really makes writing this worthwhile, THANK YOU! VV;
-Researches Argento soma- It's been AGES since I saw it X-x
Disclaimer: I don't own Argento Soma in any way, nor claim any right to the characters and such. They all belong to their respectful creators. As such, Shakespeare writing and whatever quotes used also belongs to the rightful person.
Chapter Eight
Harmony
Blue eyes refused to sleep, bordering between the planes of sleep and awakening. The single rustle of blankets kept him alert, like a rabbit hunted. The single brush of cloth against his exposed skin, nearing more to his legs often resulted in an unexpected shiver of delight. The expensive cloth felt light and feathery, adding more to the comfort that the blonde didn't want, nor need. "That's what I keep telling myself…" Dan finally grunted under his breath, continuing his gaze on the wall. The arm under his head, supporting the weight twitched in annoyance when the blankets that had occupied him seemed to shift altogether.
Was it the first? Second? Third time he had pulled the blankets back from the greedy Ryu Soma? The blonde shivered when the cool air anchoring itself in the winds and brought his hands down, rubbing them along his thighs in attempt to warm up. Giving a hairs glance over his shoulder to fix his jealous gaze at the cocoon wrapped up FUNERAL member. His blood boiled, as the mismatched eyed man seemed to snuggle more into the warmth, tottering between the borders of the bed…
Dan Simmonds would have gladly finished the rest of the trip to the floor but ignored such an act of revenge.
Sighing longing fully he pushed his form up from the bed, the pillow retaking its normal fluffed up form in seconds. The hand rested on the sheets, idly enjoying the softness of it, almost like Ryu's kiss… 'NO! What am I thinking? I really do need sleep' he snatched his hand up away from the sheets, glaring at them hatefully. As if they were the source of his problems. The FUNERAL members glare softened considerably, unable to continue the childish form of hate toward san inanimate object and instead turned to the window.
A window that reflected an unsettling darkness. Whispering softly with the howls of the wind to echo it. Coaxing him to remain awake like it had done for so long, ever since they had arrived. Dan closed his eyes briefly, finding a strange comfort in being awake, alone, and with a mild sound that barely touched his ears. Muffled by the outside walls that played several important factors of protection, isolation, and held the blonde in such a state akin to a 'prisoner'.
With a roommate he loathed and would have rather shipped off on the nearest bus or available ride.
Dan's bare hand reached up, gripping the tensed muscles of his shoulder and rocked them back and forth gently, too transfixed by the silence to care if he was doing a good job or not. He stopped suddenly, hearing more shuffling to the side of him and stilled. His breathing becoming labored, and hardly taking in enough to sustain his lungs. The shoulder muscle twitched in reaction, spreading the unsettling feeling throughout Dan's body.
When a breath passed and a groan, Dan sighed and resumed his actions. Massaging the shoulder muscle as it began to throb and ache like a wound untreated. 'I don't believe I slept on it…well not enough to cause discomfort but really, it's a nuisance...' a frown crossed his face, his efforts stopping, seemingly doing no good nor harm. Like a gloomy cloud in a cartoon Dan's arms fell, resting on his knees. The palms of his hands resting on the sheets in between his legs pressing down on the material, watching it bounce in awkward amusement.
Brought back memories when he used to jump on beds and equally get scolded for such acts…
"What are you doing up?" A low voice announced from the cocoon, infuriated by the constant squeaking and creaking of the mattress underneath him. Dan blinked, blood running cold when he sharply glanced behind him, unable to stop a unbecoming stare at his rival. The pale blue eye, almost like a shallow beach water stared right back. On his roommates face, there was no smile, nor frown. Just simply. A face, an empty one.
Dan shrugged in response, "I was up, because you hogged all the blankets." He stated simply. Doing his best to not glance anywhere else when the covers around Ryu began to slip, exposing a shoulder looking much to graphic and holy for the naked eye to see. Keeping a stoic face the pilot turned to face the window, dreading the unwanted when the mattress creaked.
Not by him though.
Dan shuddered when he felt something as chilling as the room's temperatures touch his shoulder. The surprise made the one behind him draw back, not one bit discouraged. More along the lines of curious. "You don't like contact from another person?" the re-incarnated figure stated simply, hardly any emotion put into it. The spreading smile crossing the scarred face however, said otherwise.
Dan's breath quickened uncharacteristically, body feeling like cement as it hardened in movement, neither body part, nor muscle willing to move. All except the mouth, "did I say that Ryu Soma?" he bitterly remarked, trying to replace his previous fault with a strong calm, authorities voice. "No, I didn't. Your hands were just cold. Now go back to sleep." The pilot waited, mentally counting down the seconds it would take for the mysterious FUNERAL member to drift back into slumber.
"I think your just shy." Ryu leaned forward, the blankets being kicked off the remainder of what they covered. Revealing black and white boxers and endless pale angelic skin. A few scars were evident on the same skin, only adding to the beauty and invisible glow that surrounded it. "No..." the man that rarely spoke seemed to hesitate in his words, scooting closer with a single push against the mattress, nearly body to body with Dan.
"A bit scared…and uncertain."
"What are you getting add Ryu Soma?" He put an added deep hating tone to Ryu's name, in a feeble attempt to distract the two-colored haired man. "If anything your philosophical conclusions are as reliable as that brain of yours. No one knows, nor wants to know what goes on in there. Now leave me be…" The British explained slowly, in such a manner like his audience was a two year old that didn't understand.
The blonde jerked away when Ryu's hand rested on his shoulder again. The palm of his roommate sparked something unsettling, and Dan was quite ashamed to admit…that it was an uncertain feeling. He was also a bit tempted to lean against it like an added backbone, supporting his back and emotions that stirred endlessly. "Don't Ryu…" a hand unglued itself from the solid state, running through his blonde curls. A tired defeating expression reflecting.
"And why not?" Ryu whispered seductively, satisfied when he planted two hands on either side of Dan's shoulder, the man didn't pull away, "is there something to be scared of about me?" he hissed quietly. A slight angrier look overcoming him , unseen by Dan's head. Facing dead ahead, not about to meet the creatures frightful eyes behind him.
Dan paused. A rumble in his throat the only action that did stump Ryu, "I feel like I just got a visit…" the shoulders shook, the hours of no sleep swiftly catching up in an interesting switch of personalities. "From the boogie man" he finished, eye trailing to the clock. Wincing at the sudden pressure unraveling from his shoulder when he attempted to focus on the blinking numbers.
The FUNERAL member didn't reply to the odd remark, nor did he pay attention to it. He'd thought Dan would refer to him as a monster with a demons touch, too cold for someone so warm and inviting in spirit and in body like the member he currently sat behind. Instead, Ryu took his time in finishing what Dan had started, his hand rocking the shoulder back and forth. Slowly relieving the tensed muscles to a relax state. Grinning broadly when he noticed Dan's eyes flutter , and his back lean toward him.
"Tired much?" Ryu uttered softly, fingers digging into the tender parts of the skin, easing out the tension there as well. His thumb doing no more than caress the soft skin at the same time. Running along the path between the neck and shoulder, filling him with a sudden desire when heat reached his fingertips. "Or just too cold?" he murmured, eyes narrowing.
"Both…and probably more than that…" A yawn emitted from his mouth, the curls of his hair falling forward, sheltering his right eye. The British pilot squinted when he fell back, the sudden bliss of the massage dispersing and replaced with a sudden unexplained explosion of warmth touching his back and chest. The blonde groaned, shifting in the sudden hold, but relaxed. His energy spent.
"Naughty trick Ryu Soma, but then. I don't expect much from you. But I do say. Have you been reading the dictionary? You've said more than one word to me now, than you did this morning."
"Have I?" Ryu grinned, dipping his head down low to plant a butterfly kiss on Dan's neck, traveling downward "maybe I just got inspiration to say something worthwhile…" the mismatched eyes closed in a sudden moment. Relishing the lips that tasted every fragment of skin down the neckline, stopping only because he couldn't continue his path. Suddenly finding the position added an additional strain to his back.
"Don't you dare." Dan warned. "I'm not going to let you have your way with me! I haven't had any sleep, therefore it's challenging to match you. If you do so much as…" Dan's sentence died on his throat when he was pulled down flush against Ryu's body. Skin touched skin and for a moment Dan found himself speechless when Ryu suddenly purred and nuzzled his neck.
'If I pinch myself…will I wake up?' Dan wondered suddenly, taking the situation calmly. It was all a nightmare. He was sleeping, and this was just a fantasy. Just a simple fantasy…no, than that would be worse. Than that would prove he liked Ryu Soma and… 'Oh my, I did not just admit to that…no…' voluntarily Dan leaned against Ryu's form. Eyes slipping closed for the last time that night.
And didn't re-open until early morning.
SLAM
Dan murmured something and snuggled into his pillow, clutching his blankets protectively. Brow furrowing when they wrapped all around something not quite as soft as a pillow.
SLAM
The pilot blinked in a daze, slowly coming to, getting an eyeful of Ryu's bare chest. And the two mismatched eyes staring straight at him. Like the FUNERAL's recent member had been waiting and watching like some sort of eerie stalker. "Did you have a nice sleep?" the man murmured, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips waiting for Dan's reaction. "Or do you need some more?" Ryu raised his hand, running it through Dan's bed hair, a ghost of a smile washing over.
SLAM "RYU! DAN! COME ON!"
Dan recoiled with the reflex he never knew he had and backed right off the bed, crashing to the floor in a pile of bones and flesh, one arm held up to his face. 'Did I…?' His face grew three times brighter than a tomato, his mind ignoring the cold that now was a distant memory. "You…you FIEND!" the British suddenly shouted, going hushed when the banging against the door grew less and less as loud. "You just…violated me!"
"I didn't touch you." Ryu stated flatly.
""I….!" Dan got up and rushed to the nearest available mirror and turned crimson, covering his face. "RYU SOMA I'LL KILL YOU!"
Ryu looked as unmoved as a log. "Its just a hickey."
Sue clapped her hand together when the door moved aside, allowing exit for the two inhabitants of the room. She raised an eyebrow when the blonde moved passed like a shadow, face down and silent like death. Her eyes took on a concerned expression when she turned to Ryu, cocking her head to the side. Large innocent orange eyes blinking at the other male, "what did you do?"
Ryu shrugged, hands finding their comfort in the security of his pants pocket. "Nothing. Maybe he had a wet dream?" He guessed, not really about to admit to anything. He was as innocent as the sun behind the clouds. "What was it you wanted us up for anyway?" the white haired girl began to jump up and down, hyperactively. "Our first participation event is a swimming contest!" she exclaimed, crowing.
Ryu was down the hall just as the giggling started.
"Mr. Fairy!" Rushing steps greeted the male behind him, they were soft against the carpet floor. But the cheery voice was full enough of the loud steps that were usual at the FUNERAL base. "Mr. Fairy did you hear? Did you hear? Were going swimming!" She exclaimed with a childish twirl, her eyes bright and excited. Not too far off Walton followed, barking just as happily. Pausing only to sniff the floor and pots that held separate plants.
Ryu stared at her with a muted look. "Yes I heard. Now why not go show your enthusiasm to her?" He jabbed a finger behind him, in the directions Sue stood, shaking from the amount of sugar accumulated in the morning. Hattie blinked as it dawned shortly that Mr. "Fairy" did not wish for any company, with a slightly dimmer excitement she ran off to Sue, calling her dog.
"Come on Walton!"
"Ruuufff!"
Ryu sighed, massaging his temple.
"I see you enjoyed last night with your friend? Or should I say lover?" Ryu grew slowly annoyed. So many things were happening at once and he just moved from the bed ten minutes ago! All he wanted to do was go down and enjoy a breakfast right next to the British plot and observe his habits. But no, he couldn't. Because fate hated him like everything else!
The mismatched FUNERAL member turned dead around fixing a cold stare to the red haired Shakespeare enthusiastic being. His red eye twitched underneath a mass of hair as an apple was once again, weighted in one hand. And the other against the pant side. The figures body propped up against the wall in a lazy manner. "What do you want now?" Rewarded with a few tsks Ryu's temper shortly grew frustrated.
"Just get to the point. No idle chit chat."
Mr. X, as he was called, raised an amused eyebrow, taking a bite out of the green apple, chewing thoughtfully. As if to remind himself of what he was going to say. Throwing the apple a few times in the air he suddenly nodded sagely, swallowing thickly. "Yes…yes I remember…" the bearded man caught the apple, squeezing the tender outside. "You see this apple Ryu…?" Mr. X didn't wait for a response.
"What happens when you tear the skin off the outside?"
Ryu inhaled sharply but exhaled slowly. "You get a juicy center like those candy commercials."
Mr. X nodded, waving a finger "ah, that's not all of it, is it though? There is the juicy center but when you eat it…what do you get?" The man folded one arm across his waist. The peculiar white jacket creasing at the action. "You get the core…" he breathed heavenly, "such a trademark it is…and as Henry IV once said 'For where thou art, there is the world itself, and where though art not, desolation'"
Ryu was left in a hallway.
Wondering and stumbling,
Over the words from the devil himself.
A/N: Not quite as long as I would have wanted it. Sorry folks I tried. 3-500 words off. Hope you like this one. And what does that mean? The Shakespeare quote? Im ASSUMING that ..my poor translation is..
For where thou art, there is the world itself, and where though art not, desolation
For wherever YOU are, there is the world, and where YOU are not, desolation…-whips up dictionary- in a sense "decaying or destruction"
I let you figure the rest out :)
Or try --; my friends didnt get it. im sorry if it doesnt make sense. >>; maybe i should have picked a better quote?
