Salt and Water chapter 4 ToraxShou
Title: Salt and Water
Chapters: 4/10
Author: mxtrxofsomer
Set and Theme: C #4 -Hunger
Genre: angst, romance, AU
Band(s): Alice Nine
Pairing: Tora x Shou
Rating: R
Warnings: vagueness, taboo, gore
Summary: “... it was an encounter too short from the view of the heavens, fair enough in the eyes of the humans, infinite from my own sense of time and... non-existent in his.”
Notes: Written for j10_ways under Set C theme # 4 - Hunger Hope you like it.
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The sky was grey and heavy, melancholic, seemingly mourning the absence of its king which should supposedly be up to gleam over the millions of entities waiting for its blessings. The said king must really had been tired for it to surrender its radiance and warmth to give way to the frost that wanted to claim earth for a short period of time in an inappropriate season.
Springtime snow, strange but not at all impossible.
For the lack of heat, I was unpredictably fine, only feeling colder than I had ever been as I lay on the bed of thick snow, the chill seeping into my back, barely clothed by the proper type of outfit for such weather. Arms spread out and fingers curled naturally, I acted like a dead man, with open unblinking eyes, watching the subtle descent of snowflakes.
Speckles of those icicles falling down in ethereal movements did remind me of feathers, feathers of the wings I had given up to experience the life I was never granted the chance to learn. Wings, I took pride in mine, they were the most valuable aspect of an angel’s identity. But how come I was here, flesh and bones, almost dying in the cold, wingless?
“What are you trying to do?” came a sharp voice followed by a weighty sound of sinking knees on the soft ground just above my head. Looming over me was Tora, curiosity and worry pasted all over his as ever beautiful features. “You’ll get sick.”
“I think of wings and flying,” having nothing else to say, I replied gutturally, nearly coughing the words out. I had been lying there long enough to catch myself some sort of human disease.
“On a blizzard?” he questioned, leaning closer and blocking my view, breath touching my face. “Would you like to fly?”
Would I like to fly? That was a question I had never considered for I thought that I would always be. But now that he had asked, the loss slapped me hard, making me realize how much I missed the feeling of freedom against my wings. “Yes,” I muttered, keeping myself from speaking anything more, afraid that it would break me into a fit of tears.
“Then for you, I’d grow wings,” he whispered, placing his peculiarly warm hands on my cheeks. “And I’ll take you with me to soar the skies.”
Shutting his eyes, he bent over, closing in the space between us, sealing his lips on my forehead.
-----
I could feel the arrhythmic drops of rainwater hitting my numbed body as I gradually woke up from stupor, finding myself sprawled on the damp soil, shivering and drenched in cold spring rain. Everything was black, the usually peach-coloured night orb together with the tiny scattered light gems, overcastted by the morose clouds. With trembling hands, I reached out to caress the air, shuddering even more as a wash of heavenly tears generously poured down, drowning the earth in its painful sorrow. Was the sky lamenting the loss of one of its children?
An acrid smile crawled to my lips, imagining the rain as a shower of Uruha’s tears. In my farewell, he had wept in secret, hiding it from me behind his sunny-gold locks and auspicious grin. It was a heart wrenching sight, I almost broke down in front of him. But Uruha was strong, he did not deserve to see me in my most pathetic state all for his sake. It would be unfair, we were not friends for self-satisfying reasons, our relationship was beyond deeper. And Uruha, he fully understood that I had set myself to chase one unsure goal that I was not willing to give up even for him- my most beloved friend.
Uruha and I were pretty much the same, and like what he frequently told me, we were perfect complements of each other. But time and priorities were fated to separate us back to being lone individuals. He had his own plans and I finally found something I could call mine. It was just reasonable for us to part and tread our own different paths. After all, it was not for permanence, we both believed that we would be reunited once more, within the borders.
Following the strikes of blinding flashes, a deafening roar shook the ground, disturbing every single living thing. Was this the sign of humanity’s welcome for someone like me? If it was, should I be scared? Perhaps, I was already scared, not having the idea of what to expect. I had watched mortals live their lives, but never once it crossed my mind that I would someday live like them, together with them. From now on, I would have to stand inside a sphere where I was foreign to. I knew I would be able to survive, there was no doubt. But throwing away something had its own consequences, even if there was anything good to gain.
Would it all be worth it?
I closed my eyes and breathed, leaving my uncertainties for the rain to cleanse. In the darkness of my own world, reflecting the forlorn night, I could almost see Tora in his most smug look. It was ironic, I hated it but it was the one giving me a tinge of hope. There was no helping it, I want to be with him.
It was then, the precise moment to complete my newly chosen life. And with the thought, my blood seethed like wild flame, rousing the dormancy that had consumed me for a long time.
“Athame,” I muttered to the wind, focusing my gaze on my right hand. A thin yellow light hovered above my palm and landed as a silver blade. Clutching it tightly, I posed its edge on my left wrist and with determination, I bit my lip, pressing the blade against my skin until a visible red liquid squeezed out. Satisfied, I squinted hard, dragging it upwards parallel to my arm until I reached the line that marked my joints. The pain burned my flesh, blood pouring out and dripping mixed with the bitter rain.
I now could not heal myself. But the wound, it still would not kill me. The truth still remained unchangeable.
As the rite took effect, my brain started to haze, pulling me again to unconsciousness. This time, I did not fight it, I had no choice. And I knew that after that, all would never be the same.
Tora, you were the miracle I was wishing for.
-----
“What if I am the one who has wings?” I asked him, still feeling the trace of his lips on me as he pulled away.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you do have them,” he answered.
“Why?” I asked again.
“Because you are my angel, with or without wings,” he smiled.
If I am you angel, then you are my...
-----
The cut on my arm throbbed like a sharp sting, furiously pounding in sync with my pulse. Several curses were madly dashing in and out of my head as I silently endured the excruciating pain. I should have looked forward to the fact that without my interference, it would take more time to mend. For how long had I been like that anyway? The last images were all a blank shade, waiting for the shards of my memory to fill it up.
Lazily, I raised my hand to examine it, but did not get the chance to move even an inch for a weight wrapped around my torso was tight, keeping me still. My mind stirred in urgency, senses rising at a heightened level. Where was I?
I forced my eyelids open, getting more perplexed as I was greeted by the same kind of blackness before I passed out, but without the ponderous raindrops, harsh wind, damp grass, nor open sky. I was clothed in dry clothes, lying on something cottony and silky, tucked under a thick blanket. And the weight, the weight that held me securely- I just realized that it was a firm arm flung across my chest, grasping my shoulder.
I gulped, heart jumping at an agonizingly familiar brisk rate, its beating sound echoing loudly above the tranquil air. There was no need for me to witness with my own eyes, his aura of strong mint lingered in the atmosphere. I was left motionless, unable process any sort of response, the tension gnawing my logic.
Here I was in an unknown place, Tora beside me.
Was I dreaming again or maybe, having a delusion? What was I doing in here? And how? How did I end up being with Tora as easily as I had absurdly longed for? Had he somehow found me?
I turned to my side and a mop of dark hair clouded my vision, only confirming my first thoughts. Even though there was no light, his face still shone, now in an innocent, childlike way, lacking the usual ferocity, which I could not help but adore. His beauty varied, and like the other, I had fallen in love in this version of him.
Captured in that instance as colourful moving pictures that I could swear I had seen somewhere, played in my mind, making me lose my mentality. Holding my breath, I pushed myself forward, planting a kiss on the small space between his eyebrows.
Sparks of excited fire erupted in my stomach whilst an ardent current surged throughout my whole body, making me light-headed with such gravity. Was this how it felt to kiss someone? How come we were never allowed to feel these kinds of sensations?
I did not know how long I stayed close, indulging all I could, never wanting to let go of the emotion. Was it possible for me to remain like this for all eternity?
It was hopeless, of course, that would be the answer as Tora shifted up, rising to consciousness. “Caught you,” he said.
Embarrassed, I drew back but did not make it far.
-----
Endnotes: wahhh~ a hard chapter. It’s supposed to be longer but every time I try to add something, I’m ruining the feeling. xDDD But I still hope that you like it. The plot is now moving and I’m getting excited too. (next would be a bit less angsty, maybe) I find it difficult to compress this fic into ten chapters... But yeah, as planned, it would stay as long as ten chapters, no more, no less... (please bear with the long updates) Thanks for reading... and comments are always love~
P.S. tell me, do I need to explain the hunger part? And... for some reason, while I was writing this, my favourite song to play was Kousai. You might want to listen to it before, while, or after reading...lmao
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Chapters: 4/10
Author: mxtrxofsomer
Set and Theme: C #4 -Hunger
Genre: angst, romance, AU
Band(s): Alice Nine
Pairing: Tora x Shou
Rating: R
Warnings: vagueness, taboo, gore
Summary: “... it was an encounter too short from the view of the heavens, fair enough in the eyes of the humans, infinite from my own sense of time and... non-existent in his.”
Notes: Written for j10_ways under Set C theme # 4 - Hunger Hope you like it.
Previous Next
The sky was grey and heavy, melancholic, seemingly mourning the absence of its king which should supposedly be up to gleam over the millions of entities waiting for its blessings. The said king must really had been tired for it to surrender its radiance and warmth to give way to the frost that wanted to claim earth for a short period of time in an inappropriate season.
Springtime snow, strange but not at all impossible.
For the lack of heat, I was unpredictably fine, only feeling colder than I had ever been as I lay on the bed of thick snow, the chill seeping into my back, barely clothed by the proper type of outfit for such weather. Arms spread out and fingers curled naturally, I acted like a dead man, with open unblinking eyes, watching the subtle descent of snowflakes.
Speckles of those icicles falling down in ethereal movements did remind me of feathers, feathers of the wings I had given up to experience the life I was never granted the chance to learn. Wings, I took pride in mine, they were the most valuable aspect of an angel’s identity. But how come I was here, flesh and bones, almost dying in the cold, wingless?
“What are you trying to do?” came a sharp voice followed by a weighty sound of sinking knees on the soft ground just above my head. Looming over me was Tora, curiosity and worry pasted all over his as ever beautiful features. “You’ll get sick.”
“I think of wings and flying,” having nothing else to say, I replied gutturally, nearly coughing the words out. I had been lying there long enough to catch myself some sort of human disease.
“On a blizzard?” he questioned, leaning closer and blocking my view, breath touching my face. “Would you like to fly?”
Would I like to fly? That was a question I had never considered for I thought that I would always be. But now that he had asked, the loss slapped me hard, making me realize how much I missed the feeling of freedom against my wings. “Yes,” I muttered, keeping myself from speaking anything more, afraid that it would break me into a fit of tears.
“Then for you, I’d grow wings,” he whispered, placing his peculiarly warm hands on my cheeks. “And I’ll take you with me to soar the skies.”
Shutting his eyes, he bent over, closing in the space between us, sealing his lips on my forehead.
-----
I could feel the arrhythmic drops of rainwater hitting my numbed body as I gradually woke up from stupor, finding myself sprawled on the damp soil, shivering and drenched in cold spring rain. Everything was black, the usually peach-coloured night orb together with the tiny scattered light gems, overcastted by the morose clouds. With trembling hands, I reached out to caress the air, shuddering even more as a wash of heavenly tears generously poured down, drowning the earth in its painful sorrow. Was the sky lamenting the loss of one of its children?
An acrid smile crawled to my lips, imagining the rain as a shower of Uruha’s tears. In my farewell, he had wept in secret, hiding it from me behind his sunny-gold locks and auspicious grin. It was a heart wrenching sight, I almost broke down in front of him. But Uruha was strong, he did not deserve to see me in my most pathetic state all for his sake. It would be unfair, we were not friends for self-satisfying reasons, our relationship was beyond deeper. And Uruha, he fully understood that I had set myself to chase one unsure goal that I was not willing to give up even for him- my most beloved friend.
Uruha and I were pretty much the same, and like what he frequently told me, we were perfect complements of each other. But time and priorities were fated to separate us back to being lone individuals. He had his own plans and I finally found something I could call mine. It was just reasonable for us to part and tread our own different paths. After all, it was not for permanence, we both believed that we would be reunited once more, within the borders.
Following the strikes of blinding flashes, a deafening roar shook the ground, disturbing every single living thing. Was this the sign of humanity’s welcome for someone like me? If it was, should I be scared? Perhaps, I was already scared, not having the idea of what to expect. I had watched mortals live their lives, but never once it crossed my mind that I would someday live like them, together with them. From now on, I would have to stand inside a sphere where I was foreign to. I knew I would be able to survive, there was no doubt. But throwing away something had its own consequences, even if there was anything good to gain.
Would it all be worth it?
I closed my eyes and breathed, leaving my uncertainties for the rain to cleanse. In the darkness of my own world, reflecting the forlorn night, I could almost see Tora in his most smug look. It was ironic, I hated it but it was the one giving me a tinge of hope. There was no helping it, I want to be with him.
It was then, the precise moment to complete my newly chosen life. And with the thought, my blood seethed like wild flame, rousing the dormancy that had consumed me for a long time.
“Athame,” I muttered to the wind, focusing my gaze on my right hand. A thin yellow light hovered above my palm and landed as a silver blade. Clutching it tightly, I posed its edge on my left wrist and with determination, I bit my lip, pressing the blade against my skin until a visible red liquid squeezed out. Satisfied, I squinted hard, dragging it upwards parallel to my arm until I reached the line that marked my joints. The pain burned my flesh, blood pouring out and dripping mixed with the bitter rain.
I now could not heal myself. But the wound, it still would not kill me. The truth still remained unchangeable.
As the rite took effect, my brain started to haze, pulling me again to unconsciousness. This time, I did not fight it, I had no choice. And I knew that after that, all would never be the same.
Tora, you were the miracle I was wishing for.
-----
“What if I am the one who has wings?” I asked him, still feeling the trace of his lips on me as he pulled away.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you do have them,” he answered.
“Why?” I asked again.
“Because you are my angel, with or without wings,” he smiled.
If I am you angel, then you are my...
-----
The cut on my arm throbbed like a sharp sting, furiously pounding in sync with my pulse. Several curses were madly dashing in and out of my head as I silently endured the excruciating pain. I should have looked forward to the fact that without my interference, it would take more time to mend. For how long had I been like that anyway? The last images were all a blank shade, waiting for the shards of my memory to fill it up.
Lazily, I raised my hand to examine it, but did not get the chance to move even an inch for a weight wrapped around my torso was tight, keeping me still. My mind stirred in urgency, senses rising at a heightened level. Where was I?
I forced my eyelids open, getting more perplexed as I was greeted by the same kind of blackness before I passed out, but without the ponderous raindrops, harsh wind, damp grass, nor open sky. I was clothed in dry clothes, lying on something cottony and silky, tucked under a thick blanket. And the weight, the weight that held me securely- I just realized that it was a firm arm flung across my chest, grasping my shoulder.
I gulped, heart jumping at an agonizingly familiar brisk rate, its beating sound echoing loudly above the tranquil air. There was no need for me to witness with my own eyes, his aura of strong mint lingered in the atmosphere. I was left motionless, unable process any sort of response, the tension gnawing my logic.
Here I was in an unknown place, Tora beside me.
Was I dreaming again or maybe, having a delusion? What was I doing in here? And how? How did I end up being with Tora as easily as I had absurdly longed for? Had he somehow found me?
I turned to my side and a mop of dark hair clouded my vision, only confirming my first thoughts. Even though there was no light, his face still shone, now in an innocent, childlike way, lacking the usual ferocity, which I could not help but adore. His beauty varied, and like the other, I had fallen in love in this version of him.
Captured in that instance as colourful moving pictures that I could swear I had seen somewhere, played in my mind, making me lose my mentality. Holding my breath, I pushed myself forward, planting a kiss on the small space between his eyebrows.
Sparks of excited fire erupted in my stomach whilst an ardent current surged throughout my whole body, making me light-headed with such gravity. Was this how it felt to kiss someone? How come we were never allowed to feel these kinds of sensations?
I did not know how long I stayed close, indulging all I could, never wanting to let go of the emotion. Was it possible for me to remain like this for all eternity?
It was hopeless, of course, that would be the answer as Tora shifted up, rising to consciousness. “Caught you,” he said.
Embarrassed, I drew back but did not make it far.
-----
Endnotes: wahhh~ a hard chapter. It’s supposed to be longer but every time I try to add something, I’m ruining the feeling. xDDD But I still hope that you like it. The plot is now moving and I’m getting excited too. (next would be a bit less angsty, maybe) I find it difficult to compress this fic into ten chapters... But yeah, as planned, it would stay as long as ten chapters, no more, no less... (please bear with the long updates) Thanks for reading... and comments are always love~
P.S. tell me, do I need to explain the hunger part? And... for some reason, while I was writing this, my favourite song to play was Kousai. You might want to listen to it before, while, or after reading...lmao
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