notes: 天 : ten no ryuu, 地球 : chi no ryuu, 神威 : kamui, CCD : CCD era
(06/28/07 : 31/50) 天
Nokoru simply stared at his office door, eyes tracking Kamui's retreating form long after its departure. To say he didn't understand was the least of things, but the things he did know troubled him: Kamui knew about him somehow. But even that knowledge did not stop him from rushing out, straight into the hands of his Gemini.
There was nothing he could do. Not for Kamui. Not for anyone.
Shaken, he contemplated the "decorative" bourbon decanter across his desk. An ill sensation was stirring in his belly. He wanted so badly to protect him.. but this was not his battle.
(06/29/07 : 32/50) 地球
"Go home," Fuuma growled, shoving Keiichi away and giving him his back. "Stay out of this."
The other boy frowned, rubbing his bruised wrists but unwilling to stand aside. "But Monou-san..." Almost in answer, a sudden wind whipped between them, driving him backward. He made a distinct sound of protest, but otherwise withdrew. "...I understand," he conceded reluctantly, "Please... be careful."
Fuuma walked away after a moment, and Keiichi raised his hands, slowly spreading his fingers over the image of that retreating back like so many feathers. He smiled to himself. He'd always known Monou was special.
"Big... beautiful... wings."
(06/30/07 : 33/50) 神威
The script was different this time.
Even before he managed to visually isolate Fuuma in the chaos, Kamui knew. He felt it in his bones as he pounded across the ruptured asphalt and upturned concrete. He felt it stirring in his heart, along with the impressions of the loved ones he had to protect. When the Dragon of Earth appeared, he felt it again in his wrists as they were unceremoniously slammed into the building behind him. No games, no words.
Angrily, Kamui imagined Nokoru-san's face, should he be hospitalized again. Almost instantly, he was shocked to feel Fuuma stop.
(07/01/07 : 34/50) 神威
He supposed he should be pleased. The months of intense guidance (and goading) had at last culminated in this moment, with Kamui wielding his power and heart together; their fight would finally be balanced. But Fuuma found he was anything but, met with the projection of someone else at the center of his Gemini's affections. Still, nothing could prepare him for when he abruptly felt the Sight touch him. Alarmed, he refocused on Kamui, but found instead light brown eyes. Keiichi stared at him accusingly, half-embedded in brick, and Fuuma felt his bile rise. Pale, he released him and fled.
(07/02/07 : 35/50) 天
The Imonoyama was half a bottle deeper than he'd meant to be by the time Kamui returned to their room, shaken but no worse for wear. The young dragon approached the bed cautiously, scenting the alcohol and sweat and heat... and hunger. He paused, until a strange sense of purpose infused him and somehow he was reaching down to take Nokoru's chin between his fingers. The older man looked up at him blearily. "...Suoh?" he wondered, smiling into amber eyes.
When their lips met, Kamui couldn't bring himself to feel bad. He was also being taken advantage of, after all.
(07/03/07 : 36/50) 地球
That evening, Fuuma found himself in the dormitory hallway, unexpected and completely unprepared for once. Segawa stood across from him, in his doorway, with a smile that made him feel naked. "I knew you'd come."
Fuuma fumbled, feeling irrationally anxious, "I'm sorry, I--"
"Shut up," Keiichi commanded softly, stopping his tongue. And when he fisted the front of his jacket, pulling him close, Fuuma had no resistance left. He'd lost control from the moment this man had gotten under his skin. In allowing their friendship, he'd become human again. But somehow that didn't matter anymore. His heart was relieved.
(07/04/07 : 37/50) 天
All of his life, Imonoyama Nokoru had been famous for his extraordinary critical thinking and problem solving skills. He pondered this fact at length as though it would stimulate fundamental comprehension. Or possibly a Deus ex Machina.
He wondered why he wasn't more concerned.
He wondered at his idle mind but then decided he preferred it that way.
He couldn't remember exactly what happened, only that Kamui kissed him and then... He'd woken up, comfortably entangled in warm arms and sleep-darkened eyes. He should've panicked. But another gentle touch, this time to his forehead, drew him back down to rest.
(07/05/07 : 38/50) 地球
Keiichi was halfway through the process of pulling Monou's pants open when his tongue encountered a patch of irregular skin. Piqued, he traced its shape, drawing wet lines over the smooth, warm curve of bone. A sensuous arch of spine followed, allowing him a better view of the stylized kanji inked into that hip. He paused, half-attempting to read it in the dark, "Kami..."
"It's the name I was given," Fuuma offered calmly, staring at the ceiling, "...the name of someone important.
"'Monou Fuuma' is not important. Nobody will remember him."
"You're wrong," Keiichi breathed, "I will remember Monou-san, always."
(07/06/07 : 39/50) 天
Shirou Kamui was Awake... in such a way that defied comprehension. It was hypersensitivity--a sort of clarity that suffused his vision even when he couldn't see. And indeed, his eyes were open--maybe for the first time in his life.
Peacefully, he regarded the Imonoyama drowsing in his lap, wondering if he would die happily. The poor fool was so much like him, watching him hurt. "Ne, Nokoru-san," Kamui murmured, "Do you know what I Wish?"
"Nn...?"
"I wish I hadn't wasted time thinking of myself. I could have enjoyed them... even for a day. Now I have nothing."
(07/07/07 : 40/50) 地球
It was different, waking up beside someone else. The artless sprawl and entangled sheets, warm and spicy with sweat and whatever else; the firm hand kneading the cold, sore line of his lower back; the absolute lack of tension in their overextended bodies... it was strange, but definitely pleasant. He barely gave it notice when Segawa began nuzzling his jugular. "You know," he rumbled, already curling around the other, "you make me feel... so normal."
Keiichi paused then chuckled breathily, crawling onto him. "Coming from you, I suppose that would be a compliment..."
Fuuma smiled solemnly, "You have no idea."