Mystic Series - Yaotome Hikaru
Title : Mystic Series
Fandom : Hey!Say!JUMP
Focus : Yaotome Hikaru, with a dash of Yamada Ryosuke and Nakajima Yuuto
Summary : AU. In a world where everything is exactly the same as ours. Only no one is fully human anymore.
Rating : T
Disclaimer : I don't own the characters, really. Just the idea and writing itself.
He really should have known better. Really, he had no one to blame but himself. But to his defense... No, he got nothing. There was simply no excuses, especially since he had known his schedule for weeks in advance and could have prepared himself better.
The boy just smelled so good.
"Hika?"
Oh, no. He'd been found. The smell's different though. Less sweet, more tangy and a touch spicy. The kind that would have attracted him more if not for the fatigue that he was feeling right down to his bones. Sweet smelling blood had always been his preference when he was feeing particularly tired. Especially after a long busy day. And they had been busy preparing their new album for weeks. It's no wonder his body reacted more violently than usual.
"Hikaru? You're alright? Should I get you something? Or someone?"
A rather histerical chuckle slipped pass his lips. The older really has earned the title of his best friend, with how easily he read him.
There was movement from above him, and suddenly the rows of clothes that he had been hiding under was being pushed away, leaving him exposed. He curled up further, attempting his best to block any and every smell that had suddenly sharpened up now that his makeshift shield was gone.
"Who should I get? I know it's not me, or you would have reached out to me by now."
His answering snort was slightly hoarse. And muffled, seeing that he had pressed his face more firmly against his knees. He could not answer that. Not because he was going to be rejected. On the contrary, he knew his bandmate would never refuse giving him a little bit of nourishment. Especially if he was clearly in need of one. But that's just it. The boy would not refuse. And with the injury that the boy was still suffering from, he really did not want to ask.
A pair of warm hands gripped his head, their touch gently and firm as they coaxed him out of his hiding place. A worried frown greeted him, a pair of perceptive brown eyes searching his face for an answer. His own hands started to tremble.
"Damn it, Hika. Who is it?"
Elongated fangs bit down his lips. A desperate effort to keep the name from blurting out.
"Yabu?"
A gentle scent of saltiness invaded his sense. Fresh and light, just like the ever moving waves that the owner loves so much. And just behind him, a vast array of different scents. The strong smoky scent of burned candle. An unmistakably chocolatey smell that was followed by a distinctly citrusy one. But most prominently out of all, was that sweet smelling scent that hinted off its owner most favorite fruit.
"Yuya, perfect timing. He won't tell me who is it that he needs."
Oh, goodness no! It was getting closer!
He curled tighter, wrenching his head away from Kota's grip and burrowing his face onto the fabric of his pants. He was cornered! There was no where he could escape to, and even if there was one, his body would not be able to outrun the others. Not in this condition.
"Ryosuke, no. You're hurt."
Finally! Someone with sense!
"Yuya! He needs me!"
He definitely did not! No matter that his own brain whispered 'denial' to him in response.
"It might not be you."
Yes, Kota! Stop him!
The smell grew abruptly stronger. And he was powerless to prevent the keening noise that escape his throat.
Silence. He could feel those searching gaze boring onto him.
"Even you cannot deny that, Yabu-chan."
His head spun dizzyingly, wrenching his ability to think straight with it. The sweet scent becoming stronger, almost enveloping him completely. There was a rustling sound, and a soft thump as something light hit the tiled floor. A groan escaped him, fingers gripping the fabric covering his knees tightly. Desperate for anything to anchor him, unwilling to be swept away by the enticingly sweet scent that just kept. Getting. Stronger!
Welcoming hands wrapped around him, enveloping him further within those inviting smell. His breath hitched, hands abandoning their previous grip to clutch at the warm body in front of him. Thin layer of clothes greeted him, which his fingers wasted no time to grip tightly. The tenseness that invaded his own body started to retreat, leaving him shaking in its wake. Gentle hands were rubbing his back, encouraging him to relax further. Soothing fingers carded to his hair, slowly pushing his head onto the person's shoulder. And there was nothing he could do but comply.
"It's alright. Just drink. I'll be fine."
You will not! He wanted to shout. He wanted to take a hammer and pound some sense of self preservation into this wonderfully idiotic boy who just had no idea how badly this could have ended.
But it was just in front of him. He nuzzled the inviting place where shoulder met the neck, knowing that the fragile skin would break just with the slightest pressure of his fangs. It would be so easy to just let himself go. To take what was offered to him so readily. So trustingly.
With a silent sob, he gave in.
A pained gasp was breathed out right beside his ear, but all his attention was already stolen away by the rich, decadent liquid that filled his mouth. He pulled his fangs away from the flesh in front of him, lips immediately covered the gushing puncture holes that bled out vibrant scarlet. Unwilling to let even a drop go to waste. For a long moment, that was all he could focus on. Mind content to let his thirst satisfy itself.
But the body in his hold grew steadily heavier, slumping more and more into his hold until it was him that was embracing the other. And with each swallow that he took, his consciousness returned, mind becoming sharper. More aware.
Eyes widening, he wrenched his mouth away with a cry of "Yama-chan!"
The weakly mumbled response calmed him down a little. Not completely, but enough to stop his mind from going into panic. His eyes found the still sluggishly bleeding wound near the younger's collar bone and dove forward. Giving the wound a small lick, he waited until the skin was knitted perfectly back to its smooth condition before unceremoniously repositioning the limp body into his lap, cradling it close.
"Here."
He looked up, eyes finding the grim expression of their youngest member crouching in front of him. A box of orange juice was offered to him, bendy straw already tucked in, ready to be used. Nodding his head gratefully, Chinen gave him a brief smile that spoke of the younger's relief before refocusing his attention to the boy leaning heavily onto him, eyes closed.
"Yama-chan. Open up."
There was a muffled whine, far weaker than usual. The sound cut through his heart, and caused him to tighten his grip on the younger's shoulder.
This was his fault. If only he was just a bit stronger...
A shuffle was heard, and suddenly it was Yuuto who was crouching in front of them. Long legs folding into a burmese, the younger craddled his fingers through the thick dyed brown locks of the boy still in his lap. Feeling appropriately amazed, he watched in fascination as those honey brown eyes fluttered open, gaze locking onto Yuuto's silently smiling ones.
"None of that now. You can sleep after you done drinking this. You've just lost a lot of blood, the liquid will do you good. Come on."
Even after seeing it many of times, it still amazed him just how well these two could read each other. If it was any other two who went through such rough and trying period, he was sure that the end result would have been different. Would have been much more devastating. It spoke volumes, how neither Yuuto nor Yama-chan were willing to give up, and instead kept on preservering. How they stubbornly kept it all in, just to gleefully let it all out in a heartbreaking confession. How they now knew the other so well, that they rarely need to articulate their need for the other to undertand.
They've come so far, these two.
A lithe hand pushing weakly against his chest stole his attention back. For a moment, he scrambled. Hands flailing unhelpfully before settling to pull the younger closer, using his own body to prop him up.
It took longer than was normal, but in the end the juice box was empty. The sleepyhead was resting comfotably against him, body limp from the bloodlost and injury and head pillowed comfortably on his shoulder. Without much fanfare, Yuuto wordlessly turn around. Body now crouching with his back to the two of them. Realising what the younger wanted, he manuevered his cargo out of his lap. A task made more difficult by his not yet recovered body. Two pair of hands came to the rescue, and together, Kota and Yuya seamlessly moved their precious burden onto Yuuto's back.
"I'm taking him to the infirmary."
Which was really just a room where they kept a steady supply of emergency medicine and other remedy. But there were some beds available. Thin and lumpy, but beds nonetheless. So he nodded silently, eyes following the two-one with a grim expression on his handsome face, the other draped comfortably on his companion's back-figure as the disappeared to the door. Another two hot on their heels.
"Come on, Hika. We should get to there as well."
Looking up, he found his oldest and best friend offering his hand at him, a warm smile on his face.
Huffing a fond smile, he reached out and grasped the help, letting the other manhandle him up into a standing position. He stumbled an swayed with dizziness, but another pair of hand quickly grab him arm. Grip steady and reassuring.
"One member unconscious is enough. We don't need you passing out on us too."
"Turn off the cool mode, Takaki. Don't mind him. He's just worried."
The brown haired male huffed but made no move to deny Inoo's words, so he let himself relax. A soft smile playing on his lips, though worry still gnawing at his conscience. The image of his bandmate's limp and seemingly lifeless body still vivid and fresh in his mind. A firm clap on his shoulder caught his attention, finding Dai-chan smiling softly at him.
"Don't worry about Yama-chan either. He'll bounce back in no time. You'll see."
Heart bursting with love and gratefulness for these group of incredible people he had in his life, he leaned more fully against the two holding him up. Content to let the two half carried him to their destination.
"Yeah. Yeah, he will."
As long as they all are together, they are going to be fine.
k59:Hello everyone! I'm back again after a long long pause, bringing with me a whole new idea *winces*. I know, I know. How dare I?! When I still have so many unfinished stories? Well... I have no excuses, really. This idea has just been playing in my head ever since I see a particular scene in one of the making and I suddenly just felt like I need to write this. And so, there you go! I hope to hear from you too! So don't be shy to leave a comment, critics or otherwise. Cheers!