Eden (chapter 5)
Title: Eden
Author: pe_gret
Pairing:Tora/Saga; Shou/Hiroto
Chapter: 5/???
Genre: AU; Angst; Romance
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: ”Can you imagine not having to wear a mask, being able to look in the mirror?”
Warnings: None;
Disclaimer: The story is mine; The characters are yet to be tamed.
The day came a few hours after Tora and Saga were having their “date-but-not-really-a-date”. Male #5789300, or Hiroto, as Tora had dubbed him, was unlocking the door to the apartment of the man that he was supposed to pretend to be. Tora had given him a list of instructions and a few facts about this man to study so he would be identified as him. In return for the favor, Tora had promised to let Hiroto in his lair and that always seemed nice.
Hiroto had developed and undying trust for Tora because he met him as a child. Hiroto never got to experience the wonderful world that Tora talked about all the time and seemed to miss, so Hiroto was eager to see what kinds of things Tora had hidden from the past in his lair. As excited as he was, he was also terrified.
This wouldn’t be easy, that much he knew. Actually, it got harder the instant he took out the jingly keys, because he heard people behind him. He dropped the jingly keys and turned around, raising his hands to the air and staring at them. He didn’t say anything, he waited for them to speak.
“Are you Male #2168528?” They asked, knowing that he had not been given the right to lie so there was no way he could deny it.
Hiroto didn’t answer, he just watched them. Tora asked him to slowly anger them, that this was the best tactic. After a few moments of silence, another one of the Stabilizers talked, louder than the previous one.
“Are you Male #2168528?”
“So what if I am?” Hiroto retorted, feeling a knot at the back of his throat as he responded with the authority that he didn’t posses.
“You’re under arrest.” A gun was pressed to his chest, right above his heart, as handcuffs were put on him and he was pushed down to a car. Hiroto shut his eyes the whole time and kept hoping that it would be worth it to see the things that came from before he was born.
A long car ride and a few more shoves later, Hiroto found and unfamiliar warmth surrounding him. His handcuffs were removed and not sound was made soon after. Surely this didn’t feel like what he was expecting and he opened his eyes, a gasp escaping from his lips as he saw Kohara-sama inspecting him.
“Please step out of the room.” He told the Stabilizers, who obediently nodded and left the room without an argument. Hiroto followed Kohara-sama’s eyes all over his body before he saw a smirk on those lips and his fingers snapped.
“Remove your mask.” He ordered.
“No.” Hiroto shook his head.
“Now, before I have you shot down.” Kohara-sama crossed his arms, closing in on Hiroto.
“No.” He repeated.
“Take it off, dam-“ Kohara-sama was angrily tearing the mask off but was at a loss of words when his eyes met Hiroto’s.
Hiroto’s face remained expressionless, looking into Kohara’s eyes as well but not having his expression change as much as Kohara’s did.
“You’re so pretty.” Kohara-sama finally spoke up, his mouth wide.
“I’m leaving.” Hiroto turned around, but got himself stopped by Kohara’s hand tightening round his wrist, pulling him back.
“No, you’re not.” Kohara answered. “I’m going to marry you.”
With that statement, Kohara went to the corner of the room and pressed a button on the wall.
“Arrange a wedding for me to happen in three days.”
While Kohara was busy talking into the speaker, Hiroto pressed on the third small button located under the hem of his shirt.
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Upon the signal coming, Tora’s eyes widened with surprise. Things went better than he had been expecting and Hiroto was going to do well with Kohara, or so it seemed. He would probably be messaged soon by the lead Stabilizer about Hiroto, just as it happened with anyone who made contact with Kohara.
Tora was looking at the screen in his room so attentively that he didn’t notice someone coming up behind him. Or he did but he pretended he didn’t just to keep Saga happy.
“RAWR!” Saga attacked from behind, pushing Tora off the bed. Tora flopped onto the floor, obviously faking it and then go up, fake glaring at Saga.
“Why did you do that?!”
“I want to show you that I’m ready to do something cool like that boy you hired to play me.” Saga sat down on the chair Tora was sitting on initially. Saga apparently didn’t understand how risky it was to play so many people at the same time.
Another beeping noise came from his big screen; it was a message from the lead Stabilizer this time. He opened up the message and read it:
“Although this message is rather sudden, I would like everyone to report to base in 60 hours from receiving this message. Kohara-sama is going to be marrying a young boy we captured, Male #2168528. He wants us all to be there. I am counting on you. There are already some of us on decorating committee but the more the merrier.
Upon reading the message, Tora heard a small squeak coming from Saga.
“What?” Tora looked over at him, rolling his eyes just a little bit to show the other that he was overreacting just a bit.
“Kohara-sama is going to marry me!” Saga frowned. “I don’t want to marry Kohara-sama!”
“Call him Kohara.” Tora shook his head. “And he’s marrying Hiroto, not you. This is perfect. Everything is falling into place and all I have to do is take the opportunities.” He grinned now.
“I really don’t understand what you could possibly be smiling about, Tora.” Saga frowned. He was confused. He hated feeling stupid because he really wasn’t, but Tora seemed to have so many different plots thought out and he was keeping every single one of them from Saga. It not only made him left out, but it made him think there was no point of him being there.
“You’re willing to do anything, right?” Tora asked, looking down at Saga.
“Yes.” Saga nodded with excitement.
“How about murder?”
-
Saga had fallen asleep too quickly right after the question that Tora had asked. He hadn’t bothered answering it because as much as he wanted to say yes, there was something inside him that scared him to death when he thought about ever committing a murder.
It hadn’t even been late. He fell asleep at around 6 p.m. and it was now 8. Tora was sitting at the edge of his bed that had been taken over by Saga, who was spread out all over it. He had wanted to push him awake so he too could go to sleep and Saga could go to his bed, but he couldn’t say he didn’t find the scene before him adorable.
Saga, although younger than him, still had pretty angled features. He was Japanese, after all. The one thing that confused Tora were his small, yet round lips. They didn’t match the rest of his appearance at all. He would have asked about it but he knew that Saga would probably feel uncomfortable with him asking about his parents.
He couldn’t get his eyes off of him for some reason, perhaps the blissfulness was intoxicating or at least that’s how it felt. He looked like he didn’t have anything to worry about, like he was safe. How Tora wished he could say that. That was his reason for wanting all of this to end.
He found himself running his fingers through Saga’s hair smoothly, brushing a few sweaty strands away from Saga’s face and fanning his face a little. Tora was getting sleepy just from watching it but he couldn’t just lay down next to the other.
But this was his bed, after all. Wasn’t it? He shrugged and attempted to slowly push Saga to the side. Saga refused to move, except another small inch was extra for Tora to sleep on. He shook his head at the ridiculous thought and continued to push Saga until he was at the very edge of the bed and Tora finally lied down. He turned on his head to look at Saga’s sleeping face. It would have been nice to fall asleep watching him, but the bliss was quickly interrupted.
“You could have just told me to leave.” Saga answered, eyes still closed.
Tora jumped a little but continued to keep his calm, still looking at Saga.
“I didn’t want to wake you, you seemed to be sleeping well.” Tora answered.
“I pretended so I could hear you muttering about your plans but all you did was stare at me and pull my hair back.” Saga finally opened his eyes, tilting his head a little and then touching Tora’s hair in the manner that Tora had touched his own. “Like this.”
“I’m sorry for wanting to keep you from sweating.” Tora shrugged a little.
“It’s alright.” Saga sat up, leaning on his elbow a little. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me a while ago.” He took a deep breath.
He didn’t want to become like the people that killed his parents. He didn’t want to be like the person that shot down his neighbors and beheaded his school teacher. But by killing the people that started this, wouldn’t it be like getting revenge on them? Like being totally against what they were doing? Saga believed so, and a smile grew on his face at the thought. This was completely perfect.
“And?” Tora finally asked while Saga was deep in thought.
“I’ll do it on one condition.” He stated simply with a small smile on his lips.
“And what is that condition?” Tora asked with the same amount of confidence Saga’s smile seemed to contain.
“Show me your face. Now.”
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Author’s Note: derp derp derp don’t have anything to say but can’t leave this empty…yay……
Author: pe_gret
Pairing:Tora/Saga; Shou/Hiroto
Chapter: 5/???
Genre: AU; Angst; Romance
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: ”Can you imagine not having to wear a mask, being able to look in the mirror?”
Warnings: None;
Disclaimer: The story is mine; The characters are yet to be tamed.
The day came a few hours after Tora and Saga were having their “date-but-not-really-a-date”. Male #5789300, or Hiroto, as Tora had dubbed him, was unlocking the door to the apartment of the man that he was supposed to pretend to be. Tora had given him a list of instructions and a few facts about this man to study so he would be identified as him. In return for the favor, Tora had promised to let Hiroto in his lair and that always seemed nice.
Hiroto had developed and undying trust for Tora because he met him as a child. Hiroto never got to experience the wonderful world that Tora talked about all the time and seemed to miss, so Hiroto was eager to see what kinds of things Tora had hidden from the past in his lair. As excited as he was, he was also terrified.
This wouldn’t be easy, that much he knew. Actually, it got harder the instant he took out the jingly keys, because he heard people behind him. He dropped the jingly keys and turned around, raising his hands to the air and staring at them. He didn’t say anything, he waited for them to speak.
“Are you Male #2168528?” They asked, knowing that he had not been given the right to lie so there was no way he could deny it.
Hiroto didn’t answer, he just watched them. Tora asked him to slowly anger them, that this was the best tactic. After a few moments of silence, another one of the Stabilizers talked, louder than the previous one.
“Are you Male #2168528?”
“So what if I am?” Hiroto retorted, feeling a knot at the back of his throat as he responded with the authority that he didn’t posses.
“You’re under arrest.” A gun was pressed to his chest, right above his heart, as handcuffs were put on him and he was pushed down to a car. Hiroto shut his eyes the whole time and kept hoping that it would be worth it to see the things that came from before he was born.
A long car ride and a few more shoves later, Hiroto found and unfamiliar warmth surrounding him. His handcuffs were removed and not sound was made soon after. Surely this didn’t feel like what he was expecting and he opened his eyes, a gasp escaping from his lips as he saw Kohara-sama inspecting him.
“Please step out of the room.” He told the Stabilizers, who obediently nodded and left the room without an argument. Hiroto followed Kohara-sama’s eyes all over his body before he saw a smirk on those lips and his fingers snapped.
“Remove your mask.” He ordered.
“No.” Hiroto shook his head.
“Now, before I have you shot down.” Kohara-sama crossed his arms, closing in on Hiroto.
“No.” He repeated.
“Take it off, dam-“ Kohara-sama was angrily tearing the mask off but was at a loss of words when his eyes met Hiroto’s.
Hiroto’s face remained expressionless, looking into Kohara’s eyes as well but not having his expression change as much as Kohara’s did.
“You’re so pretty.” Kohara-sama finally spoke up, his mouth wide.
“I’m leaving.” Hiroto turned around, but got himself stopped by Kohara’s hand tightening round his wrist, pulling him back.
“No, you’re not.” Kohara answered. “I’m going to marry you.”
With that statement, Kohara went to the corner of the room and pressed a button on the wall.
“Arrange a wedding for me to happen in three days.”
While Kohara was busy talking into the speaker, Hiroto pressed on the third small button located under the hem of his shirt.
-
Upon the signal coming, Tora’s eyes widened with surprise. Things went better than he had been expecting and Hiroto was going to do well with Kohara, or so it seemed. He would probably be messaged soon by the lead Stabilizer about Hiroto, just as it happened with anyone who made contact with Kohara.
Tora was looking at the screen in his room so attentively that he didn’t notice someone coming up behind him. Or he did but he pretended he didn’t just to keep Saga happy.
“RAWR!” Saga attacked from behind, pushing Tora off the bed. Tora flopped onto the floor, obviously faking it and then go up, fake glaring at Saga.
“Why did you do that?!”
“I want to show you that I’m ready to do something cool like that boy you hired to play me.” Saga sat down on the chair Tora was sitting on initially. Saga apparently didn’t understand how risky it was to play so many people at the same time.
Another beeping noise came from his big screen; it was a message from the lead Stabilizer this time. He opened up the message and read it:
“Although this message is rather sudden, I would like everyone to report to base in 60 hours from receiving this message. Kohara-sama is going to be marrying a young boy we captured, Male #2168528. He wants us all to be there. I am counting on you. There are already some of us on decorating committee but the more the merrier.
Upon reading the message, Tora heard a small squeak coming from Saga.
“What?” Tora looked over at him, rolling his eyes just a little bit to show the other that he was overreacting just a bit.
“Kohara-sama is going to marry me!” Saga frowned. “I don’t want to marry Kohara-sama!”
“Call him Kohara.” Tora shook his head. “And he’s marrying Hiroto, not you. This is perfect. Everything is falling into place and all I have to do is take the opportunities.” He grinned now.
“I really don’t understand what you could possibly be smiling about, Tora.” Saga frowned. He was confused. He hated feeling stupid because he really wasn’t, but Tora seemed to have so many different plots thought out and he was keeping every single one of them from Saga. It not only made him left out, but it made him think there was no point of him being there.
“You’re willing to do anything, right?” Tora asked, looking down at Saga.
“Yes.” Saga nodded with excitement.
“How about murder?”
-
Saga had fallen asleep too quickly right after the question that Tora had asked. He hadn’t bothered answering it because as much as he wanted to say yes, there was something inside him that scared him to death when he thought about ever committing a murder.
It hadn’t even been late. He fell asleep at around 6 p.m. and it was now 8. Tora was sitting at the edge of his bed that had been taken over by Saga, who was spread out all over it. He had wanted to push him awake so he too could go to sleep and Saga could go to his bed, but he couldn’t say he didn’t find the scene before him adorable.
Saga, although younger than him, still had pretty angled features. He was Japanese, after all. The one thing that confused Tora were his small, yet round lips. They didn’t match the rest of his appearance at all. He would have asked about it but he knew that Saga would probably feel uncomfortable with him asking about his parents.
He couldn’t get his eyes off of him for some reason, perhaps the blissfulness was intoxicating or at least that’s how it felt. He looked like he didn’t have anything to worry about, like he was safe. How Tora wished he could say that. That was his reason for wanting all of this to end.
He found himself running his fingers through Saga’s hair smoothly, brushing a few sweaty strands away from Saga’s face and fanning his face a little. Tora was getting sleepy just from watching it but he couldn’t just lay down next to the other.
But this was his bed, after all. Wasn’t it? He shrugged and attempted to slowly push Saga to the side. Saga refused to move, except another small inch was extra for Tora to sleep on. He shook his head at the ridiculous thought and continued to push Saga until he was at the very edge of the bed and Tora finally lied down. He turned on his head to look at Saga’s sleeping face. It would have been nice to fall asleep watching him, but the bliss was quickly interrupted.
“You could have just told me to leave.” Saga answered, eyes still closed.
Tora jumped a little but continued to keep his calm, still looking at Saga.
“I didn’t want to wake you, you seemed to be sleeping well.” Tora answered.
“I pretended so I could hear you muttering about your plans but all you did was stare at me and pull my hair back.” Saga finally opened his eyes, tilting his head a little and then touching Tora’s hair in the manner that Tora had touched his own. “Like this.”
“I’m sorry for wanting to keep you from sweating.” Tora shrugged a little.
“It’s alright.” Saga sat up, leaning on his elbow a little. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me a while ago.” He took a deep breath.
He didn’t want to become like the people that killed his parents. He didn’t want to be like the person that shot down his neighbors and beheaded his school teacher. But by killing the people that started this, wouldn’t it be like getting revenge on them? Like being totally against what they were doing? Saga believed so, and a smile grew on his face at the thought. This was completely perfect.
“And?” Tora finally asked while Saga was deep in thought.
“I’ll do it on one condition.” He stated simply with a small smile on his lips.
“And what is that condition?” Tora asked with the same amount of confidence Saga’s smile seemed to contain.
“Show me your face. Now.”
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Author’s Note: derp derp derp don’t have anything to say but can’t leave this empty…yay……