The Heart Beats On and Will Not Stop [POT, vampire!au: Eiji, Fuji, Oishi]
title: i. the heart beats on and will not stop
fandom: Prince of Tennis
characters: vamp!Eiji, vamp!Fuji, Oishi).
prompt: From vacivity: Five ficlets, each focusing on a different characters, set in a Vampire!AU setting. You must feature Fuji, Tezuka, Echizen, Kikumaru, Atobe. Any others are up to you.
notes: Written a while back, archiving. First of five (obviously). 402 Words.
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i. the heart beats on and will not stop
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"I blame you for this," Eiji says, watching the slip of light through the heavy curtains, waiting for it to fade away and declare nightfall, a safe time to step outside. He taps his fingers impatiently and pouts his mouth.
"It's all your fault," he says, slipping down the roof and onto the window-ledge without a sound to mark his landing. Fuji follows, silent as a shadow, and just as invisible in the darkness. He rests one foot on the ledge while Eiji sits cross-legged on it to peer into the window, the other foot somewhere in mid-air supported by nothing but willpower. He pulls out a cigarette. The smoke coils in the air filling the space breath does not.
"So it is," Fuji admits lazily. "It's my fault you're here now and he is not. So do something about it already."
"I am!" Eiji insists, tightening his fists only briefly before unfurling them again to spread his fingers across the glass.
"Look, I'll do it-" Fuji begins, just to see the look on Eiji's face at the suggestion. If he hadn't already been killed, that would've done it.
"No you won't!" Eiji squeals, as Fuji leans over to push his palm against the glass and pop it clean out of the frame.
"I only meant I would get you inside," Fuji shrugs, but Eiji is already scrabbling through the gap to stand over Oishi's bed and watch him sleeping. Fuji peers in and sees him looking paralysed, frozen watching Oishi's chest rise and fall, and sighs. He sits on the ledge and lets his legs dangle; it's going to be a while.
Nearly an hour later and Fuji's starting to feel a thirst beckoning. He supposes he would be cold by now, if he could feel the cold. He is just about to give up and leave Eiji to whatever, when he pops his head out of the window and throws Fuji off his rhythm, almost stumbling into the thin air instead of stepping.
"I can't do it," Eiji says forlornly, as if this hasn't happened every other evening of the week. "I want to be able to see him again, and I don't want to watch him get old and sick or die, but I can't do it."
"You're too weak," Fuji mumbles, slotting the glass back into place. "Give it time," he says more loudly, "eventually you'll give into temptation."
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fandom: Prince of Tennis
characters: vamp!Eiji, vamp!Fuji, Oishi).
prompt: From vacivity: Five ficlets, each focusing on a different characters, set in a Vampire!AU setting. You must feature Fuji, Tezuka, Echizen, Kikumaru, Atobe. Any others are up to you.
notes: Written a while back, archiving. First of five (obviously). 402 Words.
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i. the heart beats on and will not stop
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"I blame you for this," Eiji says, watching the slip of light through the heavy curtains, waiting for it to fade away and declare nightfall, a safe time to step outside. He taps his fingers impatiently and pouts his mouth.
"It's all your fault," he says, slipping down the roof and onto the window-ledge without a sound to mark his landing. Fuji follows, silent as a shadow, and just as invisible in the darkness. He rests one foot on the ledge while Eiji sits cross-legged on it to peer into the window, the other foot somewhere in mid-air supported by nothing but willpower. He pulls out a cigarette. The smoke coils in the air filling the space breath does not.
"So it is," Fuji admits lazily. "It's my fault you're here now and he is not. So do something about it already."
"I am!" Eiji insists, tightening his fists only briefly before unfurling them again to spread his fingers across the glass.
"Look, I'll do it-" Fuji begins, just to see the look on Eiji's face at the suggestion. If he hadn't already been killed, that would've done it.
"No you won't!" Eiji squeals, as Fuji leans over to push his palm against the glass and pop it clean out of the frame.
"I only meant I would get you inside," Fuji shrugs, but Eiji is already scrabbling through the gap to stand over Oishi's bed and watch him sleeping. Fuji peers in and sees him looking paralysed, frozen watching Oishi's chest rise and fall, and sighs. He sits on the ledge and lets his legs dangle; it's going to be a while.
Nearly an hour later and Fuji's starting to feel a thirst beckoning. He supposes he would be cold by now, if he could feel the cold. He is just about to give up and leave Eiji to whatever, when he pops his head out of the window and throws Fuji off his rhythm, almost stumbling into the thin air instead of stepping.
"I can't do it," Eiji says forlornly, as if this hasn't happened every other evening of the week. "I want to be able to see him again, and I don't want to watch him get old and sick or die, but I can't do it."
"You're too weak," Fuji mumbles, slotting the glass back into place. "Give it time," he says more loudly, "eventually you'll give into temptation."
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