Stargazers - Ni~yaxSakito - Chapter 9
Title: Stargazers
Author: etoilerose
Band: Nightmare
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito
Rating: PG wut.
Genre: AU (Boarding School)
Disclaimer: I'm not sure this chapter went well x_x; It's a little shorter, too...
Prologue-Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Yomi was not at all used to having to be so serious. He sighed loudly, shifting his weight over and squeezing his eyes shut- only to unveil them once more a few moments later, propping himself up on one elbow in restless irritation, obviously he wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep until he sorted things out in his head.
Guilt. No matter what the consequences of his over exuberance, Yomi had never really felt guilty before, not properly anyway, but watching Ni~ya and Sakito over the past week made him want to kick himself. One moment the two had been in bed together, and the next both were drooping around like wilting, sun-starved seedlings, not to mention Sakito disappearing off to some party with Leiko tomorrow. It was hardly quantum physics to work out that his encounter with said witch had driven the rift between them.
Despite his relentless teasing, the whole thing was, he had to admit, somewhat… cute, and more to the point provided him with endless supplies of ammo and amusement, but now he had ruined it. Sakito was back to acting like a wet weekend, though refusing to offload it as he had used to, and Ni~ya seemed equally dejected. It was ridiculous! And now it seemed the angst-loaded atmosphere had affected him! It looked like one un-Yomi-like action was going to have to lead to another; he would have to come clean. The prospect was intensely unappealing, but as soon as he could dispel the sky of dreary thunderclouds, the better. The very next morning, he decided, he would tell Ni~ya, then he could do something all dramatic and Shakespearean, save the day, and Yomi could continue with his tormenting once again, free of any remote feeling of blame.
***
“What do you mean he’s not here?!”
Yomi stamped his foot, looking frustratedly at Hitsugi as if he was concealing Ni~ya behind his back. He almost had a mind to march in and search the room, if it were not for fear of Sakito and his stony glare-of-blame-and-doom.
“Just that! He was already gone when I woke up, I don- No, Turbo! IN!”
Abandoning his vexed friend for the greater cause of stopping his pet from escaping and wreaking havoc, Hitsugi tried to usher the dog back into the room, and eventually Yomi turned away irately. This whole good deed thing was only scattered with obstacles. He huffed, before pausing as he was hit by a flash of inspiration and went bounding back into his room, leaping onto Ruka’s bed in one flashing movement and sending his prone from hurtling straight into consciousness.
“Ruuuuka-kun! We’re going Ni hunting!”
Within seconds he had dragged his perplexed, disgruntled friend up and uncovered two pairs of dark sunglasses for incognito-ness, tutting at Ruka’s ignorance when he pointed out that there was really no need to be “incognito” for their mission, and that it was still literally winter. Before long they were seated on a terrifically jolting bus, Yomi making an effort to make his plan seem remotely sensible.
“So, we’re finding Ni~ya. Where is he going to be?”
“Ah… well… I was kind of relying on you for that.”
Ruka’s eyes widened.
“Huh?! How should I know?”
Yomi appeared to think for a moment before his face cleared and he dragged Ruka off at the next stop, ignoring his confused, rational protests.
***
Oblivious to their wild goose chase, Ni~ya was prowling the streets on pretty much the opposite end of town. His feet moved on autopilot, occasionally wavering as they hit the uneven ground of the quaintly cobbled pavement, worn down by the continual pressure of the crowds. Now though, there were no hordes of people to push and struggle past, for the walkway was inhabited by but a few solitary people, each engrossed in their own routine for the day. This shop, then that, a left turn, how many steps to carry them to the small, secluded café? Ni~ya had no such blueprints to follow. The air was cold and fresh; bearing the slightest hint to the promise of spring, and it cleared his head, making his thought patterns become clear and sharp and his worries unthreatening obstacles. He was content to just traverse the alleys in a spacewalk, tuned in to the varied sounds of the breaking morning and the constant swaying motion of his own body.
It was only when the walkway began to fill that he began to pay attention to the buildings that he passed, examining the windows with a vague, detached interest, the money jangling hopefully in his pocket suffering disappointment after disappointment as each boutique was left behind with no particular notice. For probably the first time that day, he allowed himself to think of Sakito.
The boy had been avoiding him all week, excusing himself from the room, pretending to be asleep or busy… and always with the same imperturbably cold air that was so unlike his usual demeanour. It hurt and it was hard to believe that mere days ago they had lain in each other’s arms with aching tenderness. It could have been a dream, were it not for the all-too-vivid recollections. His fingers entwined in those sleekly lustrous tresses, their skin that seemed to spark with undeniable rapture at every contact. His taste still lingered tantalisingly on Ni~ya’s tongue, and the memory of that shaking breath in his mouth still make his knees feel weak…
He ignored the muttered complaints from those behind him as he halted abruptly; barely feeling their unnecessary jabs as they pushed past his shoulders, his eyes fixated by a single display. A jeweller’s. The window was adorned with flashing metals and jewels that spangled in the sunlight. Delicate wrist chains, thick, expensive, golden wristwatches, the precious alloy rings superfluously adorned with diamonds; his eyes passed over them apathetically to that one item, almost hidden by the gilt window frame. It was beautiful, perfect, and it was leaving with him.
***
Yomi collapsed back into his room, the tang of failure embittering his throat. After hours of fruitless searching he had been forced to admit defeat and return, gloomy and annoyed. Ruka followed him in, bravely attempting to lighten his fellow’s spirits.
“Don’t be such a quitter! We’ll just have to save the story ourselves!”
“Yeah? And how?”
Ruka’s face screwed up in thought, before he raised a hand, poking Yomi firmly in the chest for no apparent reason.
“Well we can’t get Romeo to go and kill Paris-Leiko like Billy S did, but we need to get her out of the picture! We set her up with some other guy… Shotgun not me!”
In a split second, Yomi’s expression twisted into a delighted grin, and his eyes travelled slowly across the room, to meet the form of Michael Wong, where he was studying obliviously.
“Oh no…”
“Oh yes!”
***
It was a blow to give up their continual adjustment of Wong’s to-do-list and countless other pranks, but eventually he reluctantly agreed to help, probably more from fear of Yomi’s inane grin than anything else.
“Okay, first off. Do you really have to wear those glasses?”
“Well, yes, I-“
“Not anymore!”
Yomi announced gleefully, grabbing the spectacles from his face before he could protest and throwing them carelessly over his shoulder. Ignoring his annoyed protests, Ruka began to speak.
“Right, remember, girls like guys who are sensitive and-“
Before he could even finish the sentence, Yomi interrupted assertively.
“No, no, no! Girls like guys who are really cool and have lots of bling-bling! Honestly Ruka, no wonder you are so hopeless with the ladies… anyway, everything you need to know is right here!”
He dumped a book emblazoned with the title of ‘The cool dude’s guide to catching some chicks’. Michael picked it up as if it were poisonous, leafing through the pages.
“I’d better get my library card… because I’m checking you out… I can’t say that!!”
“You can, and you will. Hey Ru, find Wongy some clothes while I check if Ni~ya is back…”
When Yomi stepped into Ni~ya’s room he immediately regretted it. Hitsugi and his dog were both out and Sakito turned to face the door with an expression that told Yomi he wasn’t about to offer him chocolate. Something along the lines of a slap looked more likely…
“Thanks Yomi, thanks a lot!”
The smaller boy winced; he had never heard such an unbearable level of bitterness in his usually amiable friend’s voice.
“I didn’t mean to… I was drunk! Look I’ll sort it out I swear!”
Sakito shook his head incredulously.
“You’ll stay out of it! You’ve already done the damage… Idiot.”
His shoulders sagged, his head heavy in the knowledge that he was only expelling anger that should be directed at himself. He threw a glance at the clock on the side. Six thirty already!
“I’m going.”
Yomi watched him leave, his enthusiasm slightly dampened. Quickly he reminded himself that everything would turn out okay, no, not okay. Perfect! Everything would be fixed and everyone would be happy. As if on cue, he heard a thump and a loud curse echoing from down the hallway. Ni~ya had arrived!
He bounced out just in time to see Ni~ya standing up, attempting to untangle himself from the string that Yomi had stretched across the walkway for immediate notice when he returned. Before the understandably disgruntled blonde could object, Yomi dragged him into he other room, where all his words were stolen away by the sight of Michael Wong in a tracksuit and Burberry baseball hat, holding the chat-up book high and reading it as if it were an epic, squinting profusely.
“What the hell…?”
Yomi grinned, rummaging through a pile of his belongings that were strewn around just as they had been in his old sleeping area, to reveal an enormous gaudy medallion stating “Who’s the Daddy?” and a number of fake signet rings, draping the former over Michael’s head and stuffing the rings onto his fingers.
“We, my infatuated friend, are going to get your Juliet back!”
Author: etoilerose
Band: Nightmare
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito
Rating: PG wut.
Genre: AU (Boarding School)
Disclaimer: I'm not sure this chapter went well x_x; It's a little shorter, too...
Prologue-Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Yomi was not at all used to having to be so serious. He sighed loudly, shifting his weight over and squeezing his eyes shut- only to unveil them once more a few moments later, propping himself up on one elbow in restless irritation, obviously he wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep until he sorted things out in his head.
Guilt. No matter what the consequences of his over exuberance, Yomi had never really felt guilty before, not properly anyway, but watching Ni~ya and Sakito over the past week made him want to kick himself. One moment the two had been in bed together, and the next both were drooping around like wilting, sun-starved seedlings, not to mention Sakito disappearing off to some party with Leiko tomorrow. It was hardly quantum physics to work out that his encounter with said witch had driven the rift between them.
Despite his relentless teasing, the whole thing was, he had to admit, somewhat… cute, and more to the point provided him with endless supplies of ammo and amusement, but now he had ruined it. Sakito was back to acting like a wet weekend, though refusing to offload it as he had used to, and Ni~ya seemed equally dejected. It was ridiculous! And now it seemed the angst-loaded atmosphere had affected him! It looked like one un-Yomi-like action was going to have to lead to another; he would have to come clean. The prospect was intensely unappealing, but as soon as he could dispel the sky of dreary thunderclouds, the better. The very next morning, he decided, he would tell Ni~ya, then he could do something all dramatic and Shakespearean, save the day, and Yomi could continue with his tormenting once again, free of any remote feeling of blame.
***
“What do you mean he’s not here?!”
Yomi stamped his foot, looking frustratedly at Hitsugi as if he was concealing Ni~ya behind his back. He almost had a mind to march in and search the room, if it were not for fear of Sakito and his stony glare-of-blame-and-doom.
“Just that! He was already gone when I woke up, I don- No, Turbo! IN!”
Abandoning his vexed friend for the greater cause of stopping his pet from escaping and wreaking havoc, Hitsugi tried to usher the dog back into the room, and eventually Yomi turned away irately. This whole good deed thing was only scattered with obstacles. He huffed, before pausing as he was hit by a flash of inspiration and went bounding back into his room, leaping onto Ruka’s bed in one flashing movement and sending his prone from hurtling straight into consciousness.
“Ruuuuka-kun! We’re going Ni hunting!”
Within seconds he had dragged his perplexed, disgruntled friend up and uncovered two pairs of dark sunglasses for incognito-ness, tutting at Ruka’s ignorance when he pointed out that there was really no need to be “incognito” for their mission, and that it was still literally winter. Before long they were seated on a terrifically jolting bus, Yomi making an effort to make his plan seem remotely sensible.
“So, we’re finding Ni~ya. Where is he going to be?”
“Ah… well… I was kind of relying on you for that.”
Ruka’s eyes widened.
“Huh?! How should I know?”
Yomi appeared to think for a moment before his face cleared and he dragged Ruka off at the next stop, ignoring his confused, rational protests.
***
Oblivious to their wild goose chase, Ni~ya was prowling the streets on pretty much the opposite end of town. His feet moved on autopilot, occasionally wavering as they hit the uneven ground of the quaintly cobbled pavement, worn down by the continual pressure of the crowds. Now though, there were no hordes of people to push and struggle past, for the walkway was inhabited by but a few solitary people, each engrossed in their own routine for the day. This shop, then that, a left turn, how many steps to carry them to the small, secluded café? Ni~ya had no such blueprints to follow. The air was cold and fresh; bearing the slightest hint to the promise of spring, and it cleared his head, making his thought patterns become clear and sharp and his worries unthreatening obstacles. He was content to just traverse the alleys in a spacewalk, tuned in to the varied sounds of the breaking morning and the constant swaying motion of his own body.
It was only when the walkway began to fill that he began to pay attention to the buildings that he passed, examining the windows with a vague, detached interest, the money jangling hopefully in his pocket suffering disappointment after disappointment as each boutique was left behind with no particular notice. For probably the first time that day, he allowed himself to think of Sakito.
The boy had been avoiding him all week, excusing himself from the room, pretending to be asleep or busy… and always with the same imperturbably cold air that was so unlike his usual demeanour. It hurt and it was hard to believe that mere days ago they had lain in each other’s arms with aching tenderness. It could have been a dream, were it not for the all-too-vivid recollections. His fingers entwined in those sleekly lustrous tresses, their skin that seemed to spark with undeniable rapture at every contact. His taste still lingered tantalisingly on Ni~ya’s tongue, and the memory of that shaking breath in his mouth still make his knees feel weak…
He ignored the muttered complaints from those behind him as he halted abruptly; barely feeling their unnecessary jabs as they pushed past his shoulders, his eyes fixated by a single display. A jeweller’s. The window was adorned with flashing metals and jewels that spangled in the sunlight. Delicate wrist chains, thick, expensive, golden wristwatches, the precious alloy rings superfluously adorned with diamonds; his eyes passed over them apathetically to that one item, almost hidden by the gilt window frame. It was beautiful, perfect, and it was leaving with him.
***
Yomi collapsed back into his room, the tang of failure embittering his throat. After hours of fruitless searching he had been forced to admit defeat and return, gloomy and annoyed. Ruka followed him in, bravely attempting to lighten his fellow’s spirits.
“Don’t be such a quitter! We’ll just have to save the story ourselves!”
“Yeah? And how?”
Ruka’s face screwed up in thought, before he raised a hand, poking Yomi firmly in the chest for no apparent reason.
“Well we can’t get Romeo to go and kill Paris-Leiko like Billy S did, but we need to get her out of the picture! We set her up with some other guy… Shotgun not me!”
In a split second, Yomi’s expression twisted into a delighted grin, and his eyes travelled slowly across the room, to meet the form of Michael Wong, where he was studying obliviously.
“Oh no…”
“Oh yes!”
***
It was a blow to give up their continual adjustment of Wong’s to-do-list and countless other pranks, but eventually he reluctantly agreed to help, probably more from fear of Yomi’s inane grin than anything else.
“Okay, first off. Do you really have to wear those glasses?”
“Well, yes, I-“
“Not anymore!”
Yomi announced gleefully, grabbing the spectacles from his face before he could protest and throwing them carelessly over his shoulder. Ignoring his annoyed protests, Ruka began to speak.
“Right, remember, girls like guys who are sensitive and-“
Before he could even finish the sentence, Yomi interrupted assertively.
“No, no, no! Girls like guys who are really cool and have lots of bling-bling! Honestly Ruka, no wonder you are so hopeless with the ladies… anyway, everything you need to know is right here!”
He dumped a book emblazoned with the title of ‘The cool dude’s guide to catching some chicks’. Michael picked it up as if it were poisonous, leafing through the pages.
“I’d better get my library card… because I’m checking you out… I can’t say that!!”
“You can, and you will. Hey Ru, find Wongy some clothes while I check if Ni~ya is back…”
When Yomi stepped into Ni~ya’s room he immediately regretted it. Hitsugi and his dog were both out and Sakito turned to face the door with an expression that told Yomi he wasn’t about to offer him chocolate. Something along the lines of a slap looked more likely…
“Thanks Yomi, thanks a lot!”
The smaller boy winced; he had never heard such an unbearable level of bitterness in his usually amiable friend’s voice.
“I didn’t mean to… I was drunk! Look I’ll sort it out I swear!”
Sakito shook his head incredulously.
“You’ll stay out of it! You’ve already done the damage… Idiot.”
His shoulders sagged, his head heavy in the knowledge that he was only expelling anger that should be directed at himself. He threw a glance at the clock on the side. Six thirty already!
“I’m going.”
Yomi watched him leave, his enthusiasm slightly dampened. Quickly he reminded himself that everything would turn out okay, no, not okay. Perfect! Everything would be fixed and everyone would be happy. As if on cue, he heard a thump and a loud curse echoing from down the hallway. Ni~ya had arrived!
He bounced out just in time to see Ni~ya standing up, attempting to untangle himself from the string that Yomi had stretched across the walkway for immediate notice when he returned. Before the understandably disgruntled blonde could object, Yomi dragged him into he other room, where all his words were stolen away by the sight of Michael Wong in a tracksuit and Burberry baseball hat, holding the chat-up book high and reading it as if it were an epic, squinting profusely.
“What the hell…?”
Yomi grinned, rummaging through a pile of his belongings that were strewn around just as they had been in his old sleeping area, to reveal an enormous gaudy medallion stating “Who’s the Daddy?” and a number of fake signet rings, draping the former over Michael’s head and stuffing the rings onto his fingers.
“We, my infatuated friend, are going to get your Juliet back!”