[FIC] - Shaped - Tora/Hiroto - PG - Chap. 6
Title: Shaped
Chapter: 6/?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Vampire!Tora
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Somehow, this is oh so different.
Prologue → 01 → 02 → 03 → 04 → 05 → 06
Rainchaser's Archive
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This was what being friends is about: dropping by uninvited and unexpected. Crashing, at best. In Hiroto's doorway stood Nao, a senpai of his, bearing take out and sporting an indescribable poncho that confused the younger long enough for Nao to push past him into the apartment.
"You have to see this game I just found!" He toed his shoes off and strolled right into the living room, pompoms dangling.
Hiroto pushed the door shut and followed his self entitled guest, "Hi, Nao, long time no see, why don't get inside?"
"You're too cute to use sarcasm," He pointed an accusing finger at Hiroto but was already digging into the bag for a burger with his other hand.
Laughing, the brunette sat down next to Nao, "Maybe I've matured since you last saw me."
"Yeah, right," He snorted.
As Nao was scanning his surrounding for the remote control he spotted the portrait. "Whof 'at?" He asked around the food in his mouth.
Hiroto followed his gaze, "That's... someone I met."
He swallowed his bite, "Tell me about it!"
- - -
Tora was in his dimmed living room, curtains closed - he didn't want to risk anything. He was randomly surfing the web, link leading to link while the TV was flickering on mute.
He needed this badly for the last few days, maybe weeks.
He long abandoned the idea of learning about vampires on the internet, all he found was badfic stories about some guy called Edward.
Hence he settled on the floor, still wearing nothing but his sweatpants, legs folded beneath him, his back against the couch. He was quite comfortable.
He could live like this for a while, it wasn't that bad.
Then again there was the question if he was alive at all.
Tora still felt alive.
- - -
"I met him at Aki's bar last night," Hiroto began, a little unsure how deep he'd go into details.
"Is that barkeeper still hitting on you?" Nao asked, smirking and unwrapping another burger.
"He hits on anyone but that guy in the portrait," He pointed out, studying the more or less foreign face over and over again.
"Why's that?" A piece of salad was sticking to his cheek by now.
"If you'd stop interrupting me I could tell you!" He took his share of the take-out into his lap. "And do you really have to eat that many?"
"I can only eat them for two weeks a year!" He frowned offended. "Now go on, I'll shut up."
Hiroto's fingers started to play with the edges of the wrapping paper, "He was sitting at the table with the darker lamp. All he did was smoke and glare holes into the air. Not even Aki knew who he was, just that he’d been coming regularly for some time now and has never ordered anything."
"Creepy!" Nao squeaked.
"That's what Aki said," Hiroto laughed. Leaning his head on one hand, the arm propped on the back of the sofa, his eyes never left the image of the dark man. "He told me not to approach that guy, he thought he looked dangerous." There was mock in his voice, mixed with amusement.
They both looked at the cold eyes, falling into silence for a minute or five, eating, thinking.
"Is he?" Nao asked, crumbling paper into a tight ball.
- - -
There was sleepiness at the end of each night. There was a steadily growing hunger every day, fueled by curiosity. He wasn't cold either. Colder then before, for sure, but not dead cold.
Thirst.
The thirst was a whole different issue. It was irritating. He was thirsty for two or three hours now, but not for blood like he thought he should be, not for blood at all. He was thirsty for water, cold and fresh and clear. Vampires, if that really was what he is now, weren't supposed to drink water, were they? They are meant to live on blood only, as far as he knew. Why wasn't he craving it, then? All he wanted now was to quench his humanly thirst.
Growling under his breath, he set the PV he was watching on pause, put the laptop aside and stood up, smoothing his pants.
Tora walked up to his kitchen that was part of the living room and opened the fridge, wrinkling his nose at its interior. He really should clean up now. It wasn't like he needed milk or eggs anymore, anyway. Averting his eyes he reached for a bottle of Suntory and pushed the door shut, ignoring the smell the best he could.
Automatically he screwed the bottle open and lifted it up to his lips. It was cool against his skin, a feeling he missed off lately. He didn't dare to drink it, yet.
Tora walked back to the couch and sat down on the soft cushions.
He glared at the bottle. It was just water. Water was completely harmless. It couldn't be dangerous. It was the basis of blood, too. He glanced up at the curtains, their dark brown turning amber in the light of the now setting sun. He straightened up and put the bottle back to his lips, closed his eyes and let the liquid flow into his mouth, wash over his tongue and then he swallowed on instinct, feeling it going down his throat smoothly, refreshing.
It felt good.
Another gulp, a few more, the bottle started to crinkle and snap.
Then, it was empty.
- - -
"Well, he tried his best to act dangerous, but I doubt he really is," Hiroto explained, shifting slightly.
"How can you be so sure?" Nao was collecting the litter into the plastic bag.
"He didn't hurt me when he said he would," He started to gnaw at his bottom lip, thinking about the park, the threats, those sharp canines.
Nao was staring at him, eyes wide, "You're too naive, Pon!"
Hiroto smiled, a short laugh escaping him, "Tell me something I don't know."
"You're going to meet him again, aren't you?" Nao's words were drenched with worry.
Hiroto tore his eyes off the portrait to look at his friend, "If I have the chance to, I will."
"You're crazy," Nao squeezed a pompom in his hands.
The younger shrugged it off, still smiling.
"What's his name, then?"
Hiroto only shook his head.
- - -
Hazel eyes were observing pearls of water rolling down inside the empty bottle on his small coffee table.
Why had he been thirsty?
Maybe - everything was just maybe - because he had been sitting in the sun's light today. Even if it was darkened by curtains, it could have been enough left to cause an effect. He even took a nap on his real bed without covering himself with a blanket.
He didn't sweat, did he? He didn't feel warm. The sun didn't hurt anymore once it was dimmed. Then again a little warmth was all it took to evaporate small amounts of water from his body. Simply physics.
There is no magic, only folklore, Tora thought.
But all wasn't sure, only assumptions to make sense of what was happening to him.
He got himself another bottle of water.
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Beta'ed by tingedwords, that awesome woman!
Motivated by beyondtheremix's stories.
Now, some might get why I am writing this.
Chapter: 6/?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Vampire!Tora
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Somehow, this is oh so different.
Prologue → 01 → 02 → 03 → 04 → 05 → 06
Rainchaser's Archive
________________________________________
This was what being friends is about: dropping by uninvited and unexpected. Crashing, at best. In Hiroto's doorway stood Nao, a senpai of his, bearing take out and sporting an indescribable poncho that confused the younger long enough for Nao to push past him into the apartment.
"You have to see this game I just found!" He toed his shoes off and strolled right into the living room, pompoms dangling.
Hiroto pushed the door shut and followed his self entitled guest, "Hi, Nao, long time no see, why don't get inside?"
"You're too cute to use sarcasm," He pointed an accusing finger at Hiroto but was already digging into the bag for a burger with his other hand.
Laughing, the brunette sat down next to Nao, "Maybe I've matured since you last saw me."
"Yeah, right," He snorted.
As Nao was scanning his surrounding for the remote control he spotted the portrait. "Whof 'at?" He asked around the food in his mouth.
Hiroto followed his gaze, "That's... someone I met."
He swallowed his bite, "Tell me about it!"
- - -
Tora was in his dimmed living room, curtains closed - he didn't want to risk anything. He was randomly surfing the web, link leading to link while the TV was flickering on mute.
He needed this badly for the last few days, maybe weeks.
He long abandoned the idea of learning about vampires on the internet, all he found was badfic stories about some guy called Edward.
Hence he settled on the floor, still wearing nothing but his sweatpants, legs folded beneath him, his back against the couch. He was quite comfortable.
He could live like this for a while, it wasn't that bad.
Then again there was the question if he was alive at all.
Tora still felt alive.
- - -
"I met him at Aki's bar last night," Hiroto began, a little unsure how deep he'd go into details.
"Is that barkeeper still hitting on you?" Nao asked, smirking and unwrapping another burger.
"He hits on anyone but that guy in the portrait," He pointed out, studying the more or less foreign face over and over again.
"Why's that?" A piece of salad was sticking to his cheek by now.
"If you'd stop interrupting me I could tell you!" He took his share of the take-out into his lap. "And do you really have to eat that many?"
"I can only eat them for two weeks a year!" He frowned offended. "Now go on, I'll shut up."
Hiroto's fingers started to play with the edges of the wrapping paper, "He was sitting at the table with the darker lamp. All he did was smoke and glare holes into the air. Not even Aki knew who he was, just that he’d been coming regularly for some time now and has never ordered anything."
"Creepy!" Nao squeaked.
"That's what Aki said," Hiroto laughed. Leaning his head on one hand, the arm propped on the back of the sofa, his eyes never left the image of the dark man. "He told me not to approach that guy, he thought he looked dangerous." There was mock in his voice, mixed with amusement.
They both looked at the cold eyes, falling into silence for a minute or five, eating, thinking.
"Is he?" Nao asked, crumbling paper into a tight ball.
- - -
There was sleepiness at the end of each night. There was a steadily growing hunger every day, fueled by curiosity. He wasn't cold either. Colder then before, for sure, but not dead cold.
Thirst.
The thirst was a whole different issue. It was irritating. He was thirsty for two or three hours now, but not for blood like he thought he should be, not for blood at all. He was thirsty for water, cold and fresh and clear. Vampires, if that really was what he is now, weren't supposed to drink water, were they? They are meant to live on blood only, as far as he knew. Why wasn't he craving it, then? All he wanted now was to quench his humanly thirst.
Growling under his breath, he set the PV he was watching on pause, put the laptop aside and stood up, smoothing his pants.
Tora walked up to his kitchen that was part of the living room and opened the fridge, wrinkling his nose at its interior. He really should clean up now. It wasn't like he needed milk or eggs anymore, anyway. Averting his eyes he reached for a bottle of Suntory and pushed the door shut, ignoring the smell the best he could.
Automatically he screwed the bottle open and lifted it up to his lips. It was cool against his skin, a feeling he missed off lately. He didn't dare to drink it, yet.
Tora walked back to the couch and sat down on the soft cushions.
He glared at the bottle. It was just water. Water was completely harmless. It couldn't be dangerous. It was the basis of blood, too. He glanced up at the curtains, their dark brown turning amber in the light of the now setting sun. He straightened up and put the bottle back to his lips, closed his eyes and let the liquid flow into his mouth, wash over his tongue and then he swallowed on instinct, feeling it going down his throat smoothly, refreshing.
It felt good.
Another gulp, a few more, the bottle started to crinkle and snap.
Then, it was empty.
- - -
"Well, he tried his best to act dangerous, but I doubt he really is," Hiroto explained, shifting slightly.
"How can you be so sure?" Nao was collecting the litter into the plastic bag.
"He didn't hurt me when he said he would," He started to gnaw at his bottom lip, thinking about the park, the threats, those sharp canines.
Nao was staring at him, eyes wide, "You're too naive, Pon!"
Hiroto smiled, a short laugh escaping him, "Tell me something I don't know."
"You're going to meet him again, aren't you?" Nao's words were drenched with worry.
Hiroto tore his eyes off the portrait to look at his friend, "If I have the chance to, I will."
"You're crazy," Nao squeezed a pompom in his hands.
The younger shrugged it off, still smiling.
"What's his name, then?"
Hiroto only shook his head.
- - -
Hazel eyes were observing pearls of water rolling down inside the empty bottle on his small coffee table.
Why had he been thirsty?
Maybe - everything was just maybe - because he had been sitting in the sun's light today. Even if it was darkened by curtains, it could have been enough left to cause an effect. He even took a nap on his real bed without covering himself with a blanket.
He didn't sweat, did he? He didn't feel warm. The sun didn't hurt anymore once it was dimmed. Then again a little warmth was all it took to evaporate small amounts of water from his body. Simply physics.
There is no magic, only folklore, Tora thought.
But all wasn't sure, only assumptions to make sense of what was happening to him.
He got himself another bottle of water.
________________________________________
← Previous.
→ Next.
________________________________________
Beta'ed by tingedwords, that awesome woman!
Motivated by beyondtheremix's stories.
Now, some might get why I am writing this.