Porcelain Doll chapter 3/3 ToraxShou
Title: Porcelain Doll
Chapters: 3/3
Author: mxtrxofsomer
Genre: angst, romance, AU
Band(s): Alice Nine
Pairing: Tora x Shou
Rating: R
Warnings: Weirdness (I guess)
Summary: “Bring me back that brightness for I wish to stare at the chocolate coloured mirror reflecting my past”
Notes: awww… sorry about the last chapter. With a sudden inspiration from my wife a_ashi, I thought of finishing this earlier than planned. Wuvvles you hun~
Chapter 2
“That was… I have lost track of how many they were.”
Although startled, Tora composedly settled a glass and a bottle that contained the same kind of strong brown liquor on the wooden surface of the table, darting his eyes at the far corner of his room- to where he thought the voice had come from, squinting through his lenses as he tried to make out the outline of its owner’s figure in the darkness.
Taking his time, as if carefully watching Tora under his observant gaze, he strode in calm and measured steps, coming out of the dark into the periphery of Tora’s vision- into the range reached by the faint yellow light coming from a small desk-lamp, without breaking the hanging silence he had left lingering in the air.
Tora’s whole body tensed at the unannounced presence, making his fingers involuntarily clench tighter around the goblet, nearly crushing its thin form in his hand. Despite the great annoyance he felt, Tora could not help but shudder in fear, not of his uninvited guest, but of himself. “You,” he hissed, glaring at the tall silhouette of a man, who was now standing a few feet away from him.
Ignoring Tora’s lack of enthusiasm, the man laxly seated himself on the chair opposite and crossed his legs, planting both his hands on the armrests with such grace that only he could flaunt. “You can’t get rid of me,” he said, slightly tilting his head on the side.
“Shut up,” Tora quickly snapped, slamming his fist on the wood with force, that the liquid inside the glass sloshed on the craft’s arched wall, lightly touching its fine lip. His hands were clasped hard, nails digging into his skin; he could vividly imagine his blood dripping, dyeing the smooth varnished top of the furniture.
“Tora, Tora, Tora,” his guest sweetly spoke, cupping his chin in one hand, drumming his long fingers against his cheek. “Why are you so unkind to me? I only came here for your sake, to take this nightmare away.”
“Leave me alone,” Tora cried, forcing his is eyelids shut and burying his face in his shaky palms. “Go away,” he repeated in hushed chants, rubbing his forehead and ruthlessly raking through his scalp, pulling his hair.
“Look at yourself now Tora, you can’t even perform the usual tasks the company has given to you. You’ve turned into something… as lifeless as…”
“Stop it!” Tora looked up and growled, silencing even the lone dead noise that complemented stillness. Already losing self-control, he grabbed the bottle of drink and stood up, breathing stiffly and gaping at his companion as if he was trying to burrow a hole inside his skull. “You lie! All of you lie!”
The man only shrugged, staying unaffected by Tora’s outburst, and leaned closer to smile confidently at him. “You are nothing… lifeless… just like…”
“Quiet!” Tora demanded in a deafening scream that scarred his throat, making his lungs explode painfully inside his chest. “You don’t know anything Saga!” he roared, burning with rage. “You’re not even you!”
Acting in tangled emotions, Tora flung the bottle on Saga’s direction, and in perfect fluid movement, it flew across the short distance; its content, spilling everywhere. The mocking smile instantly disappeared from Saga’s face, replaced by pure shock. But before the bottle could hit any part of Saga, his face contorted and disfigured; his features, little by little vanished as if erased, only leaving a faceless man. His body started to collapse, dissolving, melting, until his form became nothing but unoccupied space. The bottle bounced on the cushioned chair and later fell on the floor with a crash.
As the apprehension dissipated at Saga’s disappearance, Tora heaved a sigh, kneeling down weakly. “Don’t come back anymore,” with eyes beginning to water, he prayed in a muted whisper, bending down to rest his head on the marble ground.
Somewhere in the corner of his eyes, a figure of a small child carrying a stuffed animal slowly materialized in place of Saga. “You lie,” were the only words he could say and the words he would always say. My Shou isn’t dead. he wanted to declare aloud but he was too exhausted to think; he couldn’t even decide whether he should laugh or cry.
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Alcohol-induced, Tora staggered through every single room of his personalized home, stumbling every now and then, until finally arriving at his destination- in front of an extravagant door leading to a secret chamber. With a silver key firmly grasped in his hand, he mouthed a hundred curses under his breath, unlocking the secured bolt.
Opening the door to reveal a dimly lit room- simple yet spacious and arranged just how Tora liked it, he stepped inside, flicking the switch on so that he could stare at the very reason why he was actually there. “Shou,” he greeted, marching in uncalculated paces, grinning wildly at nothing in particular.
Tora sprung at the bed, sitting beside the still figure that was peacefully tucked beneath the thick sheets of blankets; the mattress dipping from their combined weight. “Good evening Shou,” he cheerfully sung, brushing the silk-like strands of hair off his forehead. “Wake up love.”
Tora never expected any kind of reply; he was already inured to talking to Shou like he was talking to the weekly-fresh flowers decorating his bedside table. And as exactly as he thought it would be, Shou remained as beautiful and stunning, motionless under the glow of the room’s lighting. But regardless of this known fact, Tora’s chirpy mood turned a sour flavour; he was mad at himself for feeling that way, but he couldn’t hide his own disappointment. “Wake up Shou,” he insisted, now shaking his shoulder in a harsher manner.
Tora was repeatedly questioning himself why, his sensible self was trying to tell him that it would be unfruitful again, but he still did- he waited. He anxiously watched Shou’s unmoving form for a few minutes, desperately hoping for any kind of improvement- for even a tiny hint of motion like fluttering of eyelashes or flickering of fingers or just, anything. But Tora’s frustration only heightened because nothing of those he was wishing for had happened.
“Wake up!” voice rising a volume higher, he ordered, slapping Shou’s cheeks several times. “You have to wake up now!”
No matter how hard Tora hit him however, there was no reaction from Shou, his skin merely turned pink from the abuse. Tora continued beating him; he did not stop, not until both his palms stung so he was obliged to. Violence did him no good for Shou stayed unresponsive, now more like trampled doll. If there was anything that had improved though, it was Tora’s anger and he was more furious than he had ever been, all the patience that was left bottled in him evaporating in one boil.
Tora was red all over and madly trembling when he got up, inhaling and exhaling almost at the same time. He scratched his head a few times, fiercely biting a portion of the flesh of his other hand until it bled and he couldn’t bear the taste. For a moment, he stood there without knowing what to do, just gazing at Shou’s immaculate face. “If you don’t wake up…”
Throwing away all his sanity, Tora pulled the blankets off Shou and tossed them on the floor, launching himself on top of him. One by one, he started to unbutton Shou’s clothing, pausing every time to admire the newly exposed fraction of his skin. Upon reaching the third button however, he got too excited so he instead, tore open his shirt, completely baring Shou’s chest naked. Tora licked his bottom lip as he devoured the sight of Shou’s milky-white skin with his hungry eyes. Using his damaged hand, starting from his neck, Tora softly traced the soft contours of his muscles down to his stomach, sketching invisible characters and curves with his fingers.
Tora crouched lower, bringing himself to kiss Shou’s throat, sucking it hard enough to leave a faint mark. He sunk his teeth on the delicate skin, dragging them downwards in leisured speed, only stopping to stare at Shou’s left nipple. Darting his tongue out, he lapped the supple flesh, nibbling on it with restrained moans.
Wanting to give attention to his other nipple, Tora drew his tongue sideway, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Halfway though, as he pressed his lips on the visible yet very thin line in the middle of his chest, Tora halted, finding himself unable to move; a small lump forming in his throat. Tora gulped a few times to try and ease it away, but the knot only grew bigger, making it difficult for him to breathe. A solitary teardrop descended from his eyes onto the specific muscle that covered the point where Shou’s heart should be.
“Shou, I love you,” he uttered in broken syllables, hiccupping.
“I love you.”
-----
Who was he?
Tora stood still, unblinkingly gazing at the faraway horizon, watching the setting sun, even if its crimson-orange rays were blinding him at a certain degree.
Tora always believed in the vastness of the sky; he knew that it was endless and so was everything that could be seen with it. It was so huge that he could barely imagine the expanse of earth, what more of the universe, and the number of stars that were needed to light the whole of it. The idea was simply amazing, in such enormity, there was no doubt that anything was possible, in one way or another. Then again, Tora couldn’t help feeling helpless, like a speck of dust, infinitesimal and irrelevant.
He had heard from someone, though he couldn’t recall exactly from whom, that the universe was made of sixteen dimensions. He didn’t trust the information that well but if it really was, were there Toras in the other dimensions too? If there were, then, how many? Or even before that, how many Toras were presently living in the world aside from him? And how many from those Toras were experiencing the same fate as him? Did they have their own Shous too? Were they happy? Or, was he the only lucky one?
Who was he to know?
Tora’s tears had long been dried up; he had lost the ability to shed them. He didn’t know when had crying actually stopped for him; he just realized one rainy morning that he couldn’t anymore.
Oftentimes, he had to use eye-drops to force himself to weep, to maintain the health of his eyes. Now, his tears were all synthetic, they weren’t salty and they tasted somewhat like the medicine prescribed by his doctor for his frequenting headaches.
Up to now, Tora kept wondering if it was a good thing. A part of him was greatly relieved that he didn’t have to cry each night as he visited Shou or every time he spent a moment to reminisce some memories. Another part of him, on the other hand, was hurting even more than how he had hurt in the past; it was as if a piece of him was severely missing. His Baachan constantly told him that crying helped a lot to lessen the pain but Tora wasn’t so sure about that and up to now, he still couldn’t choose between the two options for an answer.
Cradling Shou in his arms, which were a little sore from the time spent carrying him, Tora took another step, letting him and Shou plunge deeper in lukewarm water. The blue waves were rushing past Tora’s waist; the currents, challenging his strength and balance but most of all, his decisiveness.
There were a lot of things Shou wanted to do. One of them was to spend a night at the beach while they shared together their body heat, rolling on the sand and under the erratic waves. It was told to him in a form of a joke and Tora had to kiss Shou so he could shut him up. Now, they were somewhere in the still shallow portion of the sea and he wasn’t even warm.
Strangely, Shou seemed too light for his build or was it because Tora had been numbed from waiting? Everything has its end and Tora was more than just afraid.
Who was he to know that Shou indeed wanted to live?
-----
By now, Tora had learned to pay no heed to the people stalking him in his own house and he had even branded them the term ‘shadows’ in order to feel a little comfortable with coexisting with them. So the moment he opened the door to Shou’s room, he wasn’t that stunned to see two little boys who vaguely resembled his two best friends, sitting and playing together in the corner, and an old lady who looked like someone from their village, standing at the doorway, the three of them, all welcoming him back. He had learned a useful trick: Tora only needed to divert his eyes onto something else to avoid meeting their gazes, and walk pass them, pretending that he didn’t see or hear anything.
It was Friday night so Tora carried with him a cluster of newly cut hydrangeas- Shou’s favourite, that he bought on the way home from his work, to replace the ones he had brought the other week. Out of old habit, he went straight to the bedside table, shivering as he passed through the shadow of the lady, and laid the elegant bouquet on the countertop. He picked up the whole vase, intending to refill it with fresh clean water and throw the withering flowers away, while he was at it.
But Tora didn’t get too far when the vase slid from his hands and fell, rolling on the carpeted floor, drenching both the rug and his shoes. His heart pounded fast, shrieking loudly against his ribs. Bitter acid started to gather in his stomach, rising through the narrow tube connected to his throat, threatening to go back to his mouth. Feeling extremely dizzy, as if the world was whirling too fast for him to catch up, he reeled, stumbling backwards.
Where was Shou?
The question, like a trigger, had stirred something inside Tora, waking him up from his trance. He briskly rose to his feet, swerving a little from the sudden momentum. Confused as to where he should start, he ran to the other side of the room to check the windows- the only escape Tora knew there was.
He stopped frozen in his tracks, petrified, as he captured a glimpse of Shou, lying on the ground, curled like a sleeping innocent child. Tora then felt as if his soul was floating somewhere above him, watching over them instead, gradually abandoning his body. Too worn out to protest against the gravity, he knelt on the covered floor, creeping his way towards his beloved.
Taking Shou in his arms, Tora kissed one closed eyelid, wrapping him in a firm embrace and gently rocking him. And as he did, all Tora’s supposedly dried up tears began coming back to him, overwhelmingly flooding his eyes.
Tora, for a second, almost thought that he had lost Shou forever.
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Endnotes: I think the ending was well-deserved so… no sequels. And… since it’s the last, could you please leave me something, even if it’s like: I read it and of course thank you so much for reading!!! *bows* ohmg! I don’t how I should to feel now
p.s. to my beloved wife: so how do you think about it? I hope you like the last one, or better yet, the whole fic. I blame shou for that and you of course but I really, really, really love you so much so I hope that my present wasn’t that bad.
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Chapters: 3/3
Author: mxtrxofsomer
Genre: angst, romance, AU
Band(s): Alice Nine
Pairing: Tora x Shou
Rating: R
Warnings: Weirdness (I guess)
Summary: “Bring me back that brightness for I wish to stare at the chocolate coloured mirror reflecting my past”
Notes: awww… sorry about the last chapter. With a sudden inspiration from my wife a_ashi, I thought of finishing this earlier than planned. Wuvvles you hun~
Chapter 2
“That was… I have lost track of how many they were.”
Although startled, Tora composedly settled a glass and a bottle that contained the same kind of strong brown liquor on the wooden surface of the table, darting his eyes at the far corner of his room- to where he thought the voice had come from, squinting through his lenses as he tried to make out the outline of its owner’s figure in the darkness.
Taking his time, as if carefully watching Tora under his observant gaze, he strode in calm and measured steps, coming out of the dark into the periphery of Tora’s vision- into the range reached by the faint yellow light coming from a small desk-lamp, without breaking the hanging silence he had left lingering in the air.
Tora’s whole body tensed at the unannounced presence, making his fingers involuntarily clench tighter around the goblet, nearly crushing its thin form in his hand. Despite the great annoyance he felt, Tora could not help but shudder in fear, not of his uninvited guest, but of himself. “You,” he hissed, glaring at the tall silhouette of a man, who was now standing a few feet away from him.
Ignoring Tora’s lack of enthusiasm, the man laxly seated himself on the chair opposite and crossed his legs, planting both his hands on the armrests with such grace that only he could flaunt. “You can’t get rid of me,” he said, slightly tilting his head on the side.
“Shut up,” Tora quickly snapped, slamming his fist on the wood with force, that the liquid inside the glass sloshed on the craft’s arched wall, lightly touching its fine lip. His hands were clasped hard, nails digging into his skin; he could vividly imagine his blood dripping, dyeing the smooth varnished top of the furniture.
“Tora, Tora, Tora,” his guest sweetly spoke, cupping his chin in one hand, drumming his long fingers against his cheek. “Why are you so unkind to me? I only came here for your sake, to take this nightmare away.”
“Leave me alone,” Tora cried, forcing his is eyelids shut and burying his face in his shaky palms. “Go away,” he repeated in hushed chants, rubbing his forehead and ruthlessly raking through his scalp, pulling his hair.
“Look at yourself now Tora, you can’t even perform the usual tasks the company has given to you. You’ve turned into something… as lifeless as…”
“Stop it!” Tora looked up and growled, silencing even the lone dead noise that complemented stillness. Already losing self-control, he grabbed the bottle of drink and stood up, breathing stiffly and gaping at his companion as if he was trying to burrow a hole inside his skull. “You lie! All of you lie!”
The man only shrugged, staying unaffected by Tora’s outburst, and leaned closer to smile confidently at him. “You are nothing… lifeless… just like…”
“Quiet!” Tora demanded in a deafening scream that scarred his throat, making his lungs explode painfully inside his chest. “You don’t know anything Saga!” he roared, burning with rage. “You’re not even you!”
Acting in tangled emotions, Tora flung the bottle on Saga’s direction, and in perfect fluid movement, it flew across the short distance; its content, spilling everywhere. The mocking smile instantly disappeared from Saga’s face, replaced by pure shock. But before the bottle could hit any part of Saga, his face contorted and disfigured; his features, little by little vanished as if erased, only leaving a faceless man. His body started to collapse, dissolving, melting, until his form became nothing but unoccupied space. The bottle bounced on the cushioned chair and later fell on the floor with a crash.
As the apprehension dissipated at Saga’s disappearance, Tora heaved a sigh, kneeling down weakly. “Don’t come back anymore,” with eyes beginning to water, he prayed in a muted whisper, bending down to rest his head on the marble ground.
Somewhere in the corner of his eyes, a figure of a small child carrying a stuffed animal slowly materialized in place of Saga. “You lie,” were the only words he could say and the words he would always say. My Shou isn’t dead. he wanted to declare aloud but he was too exhausted to think; he couldn’t even decide whether he should laugh or cry.
-----
Alcohol-induced, Tora staggered through every single room of his personalized home, stumbling every now and then, until finally arriving at his destination- in front of an extravagant door leading to a secret chamber. With a silver key firmly grasped in his hand, he mouthed a hundred curses under his breath, unlocking the secured bolt.
Opening the door to reveal a dimly lit room- simple yet spacious and arranged just how Tora liked it, he stepped inside, flicking the switch on so that he could stare at the very reason why he was actually there. “Shou,” he greeted, marching in uncalculated paces, grinning wildly at nothing in particular.
Tora sprung at the bed, sitting beside the still figure that was peacefully tucked beneath the thick sheets of blankets; the mattress dipping from their combined weight. “Good evening Shou,” he cheerfully sung, brushing the silk-like strands of hair off his forehead. “Wake up love.”
Tora never expected any kind of reply; he was already inured to talking to Shou like he was talking to the weekly-fresh flowers decorating his bedside table. And as exactly as he thought it would be, Shou remained as beautiful and stunning, motionless under the glow of the room’s lighting. But regardless of this known fact, Tora’s chirpy mood turned a sour flavour; he was mad at himself for feeling that way, but he couldn’t hide his own disappointment. “Wake up Shou,” he insisted, now shaking his shoulder in a harsher manner.
Tora was repeatedly questioning himself why, his sensible self was trying to tell him that it would be unfruitful again, but he still did- he waited. He anxiously watched Shou’s unmoving form for a few minutes, desperately hoping for any kind of improvement- for even a tiny hint of motion like fluttering of eyelashes or flickering of fingers or just, anything. But Tora’s frustration only heightened because nothing of those he was wishing for had happened.
“Wake up!” voice rising a volume higher, he ordered, slapping Shou’s cheeks several times. “You have to wake up now!”
No matter how hard Tora hit him however, there was no reaction from Shou, his skin merely turned pink from the abuse. Tora continued beating him; he did not stop, not until both his palms stung so he was obliged to. Violence did him no good for Shou stayed unresponsive, now more like trampled doll. If there was anything that had improved though, it was Tora’s anger and he was more furious than he had ever been, all the patience that was left bottled in him evaporating in one boil.
Tora was red all over and madly trembling when he got up, inhaling and exhaling almost at the same time. He scratched his head a few times, fiercely biting a portion of the flesh of his other hand until it bled and he couldn’t bear the taste. For a moment, he stood there without knowing what to do, just gazing at Shou’s immaculate face. “If you don’t wake up…”
Throwing away all his sanity, Tora pulled the blankets off Shou and tossed them on the floor, launching himself on top of him. One by one, he started to unbutton Shou’s clothing, pausing every time to admire the newly exposed fraction of his skin. Upon reaching the third button however, he got too excited so he instead, tore open his shirt, completely baring Shou’s chest naked. Tora licked his bottom lip as he devoured the sight of Shou’s milky-white skin with his hungry eyes. Using his damaged hand, starting from his neck, Tora softly traced the soft contours of his muscles down to his stomach, sketching invisible characters and curves with his fingers.
Tora crouched lower, bringing himself to kiss Shou’s throat, sucking it hard enough to leave a faint mark. He sunk his teeth on the delicate skin, dragging them downwards in leisured speed, only stopping to stare at Shou’s left nipple. Darting his tongue out, he lapped the supple flesh, nibbling on it with restrained moans.
Wanting to give attention to his other nipple, Tora drew his tongue sideway, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Halfway though, as he pressed his lips on the visible yet very thin line in the middle of his chest, Tora halted, finding himself unable to move; a small lump forming in his throat. Tora gulped a few times to try and ease it away, but the knot only grew bigger, making it difficult for him to breathe. A solitary teardrop descended from his eyes onto the specific muscle that covered the point where Shou’s heart should be.
“Shou, I love you,” he uttered in broken syllables, hiccupping.
“I love you.”
-----
Who was he?
Tora stood still, unblinkingly gazing at the faraway horizon, watching the setting sun, even if its crimson-orange rays were blinding him at a certain degree.
Tora always believed in the vastness of the sky; he knew that it was endless and so was everything that could be seen with it. It was so huge that he could barely imagine the expanse of earth, what more of the universe, and the number of stars that were needed to light the whole of it. The idea was simply amazing, in such enormity, there was no doubt that anything was possible, in one way or another. Then again, Tora couldn’t help feeling helpless, like a speck of dust, infinitesimal and irrelevant.
He had heard from someone, though he couldn’t recall exactly from whom, that the universe was made of sixteen dimensions. He didn’t trust the information that well but if it really was, were there Toras in the other dimensions too? If there were, then, how many? Or even before that, how many Toras were presently living in the world aside from him? And how many from those Toras were experiencing the same fate as him? Did they have their own Shous too? Were they happy? Or, was he the only lucky one?
Who was he to know?
Tora’s tears had long been dried up; he had lost the ability to shed them. He didn’t know when had crying actually stopped for him; he just realized one rainy morning that he couldn’t anymore.
Oftentimes, he had to use eye-drops to force himself to weep, to maintain the health of his eyes. Now, his tears were all synthetic, they weren’t salty and they tasted somewhat like the medicine prescribed by his doctor for his frequenting headaches.
Up to now, Tora kept wondering if it was a good thing. A part of him was greatly relieved that he didn’t have to cry each night as he visited Shou or every time he spent a moment to reminisce some memories. Another part of him, on the other hand, was hurting even more than how he had hurt in the past; it was as if a piece of him was severely missing. His Baachan constantly told him that crying helped a lot to lessen the pain but Tora wasn’t so sure about that and up to now, he still couldn’t choose between the two options for an answer.
Cradling Shou in his arms, which were a little sore from the time spent carrying him, Tora took another step, letting him and Shou plunge deeper in lukewarm water. The blue waves were rushing past Tora’s waist; the currents, challenging his strength and balance but most of all, his decisiveness.
There were a lot of things Shou wanted to do. One of them was to spend a night at the beach while they shared together their body heat, rolling on the sand and under the erratic waves. It was told to him in a form of a joke and Tora had to kiss Shou so he could shut him up. Now, they were somewhere in the still shallow portion of the sea and he wasn’t even warm.
Strangely, Shou seemed too light for his build or was it because Tora had been numbed from waiting? Everything has its end and Tora was more than just afraid.
Who was he to know that Shou indeed wanted to live?
-----
By now, Tora had learned to pay no heed to the people stalking him in his own house and he had even branded them the term ‘shadows’ in order to feel a little comfortable with coexisting with them. So the moment he opened the door to Shou’s room, he wasn’t that stunned to see two little boys who vaguely resembled his two best friends, sitting and playing together in the corner, and an old lady who looked like someone from their village, standing at the doorway, the three of them, all welcoming him back. He had learned a useful trick: Tora only needed to divert his eyes onto something else to avoid meeting their gazes, and walk pass them, pretending that he didn’t see or hear anything.
It was Friday night so Tora carried with him a cluster of newly cut hydrangeas- Shou’s favourite, that he bought on the way home from his work, to replace the ones he had brought the other week. Out of old habit, he went straight to the bedside table, shivering as he passed through the shadow of the lady, and laid the elegant bouquet on the countertop. He picked up the whole vase, intending to refill it with fresh clean water and throw the withering flowers away, while he was at it.
But Tora didn’t get too far when the vase slid from his hands and fell, rolling on the carpeted floor, drenching both the rug and his shoes. His heart pounded fast, shrieking loudly against his ribs. Bitter acid started to gather in his stomach, rising through the narrow tube connected to his throat, threatening to go back to his mouth. Feeling extremely dizzy, as if the world was whirling too fast for him to catch up, he reeled, stumbling backwards.
Where was Shou?
The question, like a trigger, had stirred something inside Tora, waking him up from his trance. He briskly rose to his feet, swerving a little from the sudden momentum. Confused as to where he should start, he ran to the other side of the room to check the windows- the only escape Tora knew there was.
He stopped frozen in his tracks, petrified, as he captured a glimpse of Shou, lying on the ground, curled like a sleeping innocent child. Tora then felt as if his soul was floating somewhere above him, watching over them instead, gradually abandoning his body. Too worn out to protest against the gravity, he knelt on the covered floor, creeping his way towards his beloved.
Taking Shou in his arms, Tora kissed one closed eyelid, wrapping him in a firm embrace and gently rocking him. And as he did, all Tora’s supposedly dried up tears began coming back to him, overwhelmingly flooding his eyes.
Tora, for a second, almost thought that he had lost Shou forever.
-----
Endnotes: I think the ending was well-deserved so… no sequels. And… since it’s the last, could you please leave me something, even if it’s like: I read it and of course thank you so much for reading!!! *bows* ohmg! I don’t how I should to feel now
p.s. to my beloved wife: so how do you think about it? I hope you like the last one, or better yet, the whole fic. I blame shou for that and you of course but I really, really, really love you so much so I hope that my present wasn’t that bad.
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