[FIC] - Shaped - Tora/Hiroto - PG - Chap. 1
Title: Shaped
Chapter: 1/?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments:
Prologue → 01
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The fangs retrieved and the cigarette was back between the dark man’s lips. Hiroto knew he was gaping a little and stuttered as he managed to close his mouth.
A vampire. A vampire.
He pushed a strand behind his ear and moved his gaze from Tora’s lips back to his eyes. The cold stare was still there.
“What, do you expect me to run away now?” The brunette asked. He knew the other didn't appreciate his company, but he still hadn't told him to leave. He wasn't afraid. He was thrilled.
Smoke was puffed in his direction, “I actually hoped you would at least shut up.”
“I’m trying to get to know you, why should I shut up?” He laughed and leaned on both lower arms onto the table. How could someone look so handsome staring him down all angrily?
“Are you hitting on me?” Tora creased his brows.
“You think I’m gay?” Another chuckle.
“I am more concerned about your age, boy. How old are you, anyway?” There was the usual irritation since the brunette's age was hard to guess.
He looked young, of course, mainly caused by his curious eyes and the short chin. Then again there was this rather masculine jaw line, a hint of firm chest beneath his t-shirt and somehow maturity mingled with his giggles.
A little victorious dance was performed in the young man’s mind. Tora had a little interest in him, hadn’t he? “I am 23.” After a short moment he added, "and, by the way, yes, I do prefer men."
The other rolled his eyes and took a deep drag from his cigarette.
“I should tell you about me, right? My name is Ogata Hiroto, I’m an art student and trying to specialize on photography. I like rock music, visual kei and-“
“Figured.”
“You did?” Now he was surprised.
“Your hair is dyed, your brows neatly plucked for example. Then there is that sparkly skull ring on your hand-“
“It’s not that sparkly!”
“And not to mention those hideous red boots you’re wearing.” He pointed the glimmering end of his cancer stick at Hiroto's shoes.
“Hey!” Hiroto huffed. “They are the coolest boots I’ve ever seen!”
“You should look around more, apparently,” He rolled his eyes again as he saw the other push out his bottom lip in exasperation.
Then, Hiroto lit up. “That was humour!” He leaned a little closer. “You have some humour left and as it seems our conversation is worth to use some.” That and the other did look at him. He noticed things. There was interest.
“You’re getting ideas,” He stubbed his cigarette into the ash tray between them.
Hiroto saw the barkeeper sending him a worried look. He smiled and watched how Tora kept turning the lighter in his left hand.
“That’s because you are inspiring.”
“Am I?” He tapped a random rhythm with the lighter.
"You're not scary."
This time it was Tora's turn to place his elbows on the table's surface and lean in, "I could bite you open and drink your blood and leave you bleeding to death in some alley."
"I doubt you'd do that."
"I could kill you," He spoke in an inhuman growl, gritting his teeth, his fangs extending just oh so slightly.
Hiroto gulped. "You wouldn't do that," From the corner of his eye he saw Aki looking at him again, worried, clutching his night blue dishtowel and taking a step towards the kitchen, afraid he might need Kenzo's help any moment.
"And what makes you believe that?" He kept glowering directly into Hiroto's eyes.
Good question. You shouldn't provoke a vampire, right? "Because I'm the first one who kept you company at this place."
Tora sneered and leaned back again, "Who said I need company?"
"You being here said that," Hiroto pointed out. "Why would you come to a bar like this," he gestured widely, as if to show the taller man the now lovingly kissing couple at the pool table and the cheerfully chatting group just two booths from them, "without feeling like company?"
Tora tore his eyes off and fixed them on the variety of drinks above the bar. Unconsciously he placed his index finger on his lips.
"Aki - the barkeeper - said you look like you are waiting for someone." Hiroto babbled on. "He's quite good at reading people. He said you always sit here alone and I guess you never left with someone either."
Hiroto watched how Tora's eyes settled on the blond he instantly averted his eyes and tried to find something else in a fuss, fidgeting with a champagne flute in his hands.
"Stop that, I already told you you're scaring him," The brunette laughed.
That cold glare turned to Hiroto again, lacking a little of its edge. Tora didn't say anything, just kept looking at the younger, as if he was weighing his options. He seemed to be playing with his piercing from the inside of his mouth, probably circling it with the tip of his tongue.
"Then, tell me, Hiroto," The hand left his lips and he draped his arm along the back of the booth. "Would you leave with me?"
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.....srsly, I'd have ripped the table off the ground and hit Hiroto with it by now. Persistent little cheery fucker.
Chapter: 1/?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments:
Prologue → 01
Rainchaser's Archive
__________________________________
The fangs retrieved and the cigarette was back between the dark man’s lips. Hiroto knew he was gaping a little and stuttered as he managed to close his mouth.
A vampire. A vampire.
He pushed a strand behind his ear and moved his gaze from Tora’s lips back to his eyes. The cold stare was still there.
“What, do you expect me to run away now?” The brunette asked. He knew the other didn't appreciate his company, but he still hadn't told him to leave. He wasn't afraid. He was thrilled.
Smoke was puffed in his direction, “I actually hoped you would at least shut up.”
“I’m trying to get to know you, why should I shut up?” He laughed and leaned on both lower arms onto the table. How could someone look so handsome staring him down all angrily?
“Are you hitting on me?” Tora creased his brows.
“You think I’m gay?” Another chuckle.
“I am more concerned about your age, boy. How old are you, anyway?” There was the usual irritation since the brunette's age was hard to guess.
He looked young, of course, mainly caused by his curious eyes and the short chin. Then again there was this rather masculine jaw line, a hint of firm chest beneath his t-shirt and somehow maturity mingled with his giggles.
A little victorious dance was performed in the young man’s mind. Tora had a little interest in him, hadn’t he? “I am 23.” After a short moment he added, "and, by the way, yes, I do prefer men."
The other rolled his eyes and took a deep drag from his cigarette.
“I should tell you about me, right? My name is Ogata Hiroto, I’m an art student and trying to specialize on photography. I like rock music, visual kei and-“
“Figured.”
“You did?” Now he was surprised.
“Your hair is dyed, your brows neatly plucked for example. Then there is that sparkly skull ring on your hand-“
“It’s not that sparkly!”
“And not to mention those hideous red boots you’re wearing.” He pointed the glimmering end of his cancer stick at Hiroto's shoes.
“Hey!” Hiroto huffed. “They are the coolest boots I’ve ever seen!”
“You should look around more, apparently,” He rolled his eyes again as he saw the other push out his bottom lip in exasperation.
Then, Hiroto lit up. “That was humour!” He leaned a little closer. “You have some humour left and as it seems our conversation is worth to use some.” That and the other did look at him. He noticed things. There was interest.
“You’re getting ideas,” He stubbed his cigarette into the ash tray between them.
Hiroto saw the barkeeper sending him a worried look. He smiled and watched how Tora kept turning the lighter in his left hand.
“That’s because you are inspiring.”
“Am I?” He tapped a random rhythm with the lighter.
"You're not scary."
This time it was Tora's turn to place his elbows on the table's surface and lean in, "I could bite you open and drink your blood and leave you bleeding to death in some alley."
"I doubt you'd do that."
"I could kill you," He spoke in an inhuman growl, gritting his teeth, his fangs extending just oh so slightly.
Hiroto gulped. "You wouldn't do that," From the corner of his eye he saw Aki looking at him again, worried, clutching his night blue dishtowel and taking a step towards the kitchen, afraid he might need Kenzo's help any moment.
"And what makes you believe that?" He kept glowering directly into Hiroto's eyes.
Good question. You shouldn't provoke a vampire, right? "Because I'm the first one who kept you company at this place."
Tora sneered and leaned back again, "Who said I need company?"
"You being here said that," Hiroto pointed out. "Why would you come to a bar like this," he gestured widely, as if to show the taller man the now lovingly kissing couple at the pool table and the cheerfully chatting group just two booths from them, "without feeling like company?"
Tora tore his eyes off and fixed them on the variety of drinks above the bar. Unconsciously he placed his index finger on his lips.
"Aki - the barkeeper - said you look like you are waiting for someone." Hiroto babbled on. "He's quite good at reading people. He said you always sit here alone and I guess you never left with someone either."
Hiroto watched how Tora's eyes settled on the blond he instantly averted his eyes and tried to find something else in a fuss, fidgeting with a champagne flute in his hands.
"Stop that, I already told you you're scaring him," The brunette laughed.
That cold glare turned to Hiroto again, lacking a little of its edge. Tora didn't say anything, just kept looking at the younger, as if he was weighing his options. He seemed to be playing with his piercing from the inside of his mouth, probably circling it with the tip of his tongue.
"Then, tell me, Hiroto," The hand left his lips and he draped his arm along the back of the booth. "Would you leave with me?"
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← Previous.
→ Next.
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.....srsly, I'd have ripped the table off the ground and hit Hiroto with it by now. Persistent little cheery fucker.