[FIC] - Shaped - Tora/Hiroto - PG - Chapter 7
Title: Shaped
Chapter: 7/?
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 → 07
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He had to get out.
Tora had been hiding at home for five days already, wondering how long it would take until he'd feel hungry for the first time. Nothing like that had happened, though, all he had been was thirsty and water was becoming handy.
He was feeling more and more at ease now. There were no more frightening changes (he had been more than just freaked out when he realized he wasn't breathing at all anymore). He wasn't turning into a monster so far. No urge to bite and kill. No craving for blood, just the constantly nagging curiosity for it. He didn't turn into a bat, either.
That thought made him snort, to be honest.
Putting his hair brush down, he flashed his teeth. Extending fangs didn't hurt as much anymore; or he was simply getting used to it from toying with them every now and then. He already bit his own tongue by accident when he was testing how pointed his canines had become.
One day he'd have to use them, he knew that.
Calling himself a vampire in his own head still made Tora feel horribly uncomfortable. Still, there was hope that it was a made up story that vampires needed blood to survive. But who was he trying to fool? That was what vampires were all about in the first place.
What his fangs were supposed to be used for.
That, he didn't like.
- - -
"You're going out again?" Nao asked, watching Hiroto pulling on his red boots.
"I am." He zipped the boots up, wriggling his toes inside, smiling.
"Still thinking you'll meet him again at Aki's bar?" The older man sighed, gesturing at the painting that was still set upon its easel, taking up too much space in the small living room. "You don't have a crush on that stranger, do you?"
He reached up for his leather jacket. "I just want to talk to him."
Nao sighed and crossed him arms. There was something Hiroto wasn't telling him, he knew that.
"He is - I don't know - interesting?" He rearranged his collar, fidgeting a little.
"I just hope for you that he really isn't dangerous."
There was something wrong with Hiroto's reassuring smile.
- - -
The grocery shop. Tora felt odd, out of place. It was already late, so there weren't as many housewives, just a few business men buying instant food on their way home, a bunch of teenagers giggling in the liquor alley. None of them were paying much attention to him.
Usually, walking through the alleys made him come up with an appetite for a certain food or dish. Now, nothing happened. He had passed the fruit stands quite quickly, all the fruit did was smell sweet but not appetizing. The baked goods had never seemed so blight to him. He sighed in mild frustration, shook his head and moved on to the meat.
Hands in his pockets, he regarded the vast variety in front of him. Still, nothing caught his interest. The raw meat looked (for reasons he wasn't willing decipher) dry and pale to Tora. What was worse was the fact that the pre-cooked and fried meat even made his belly churn.
So this was it, now, right? He was stuck with water and nothing but water and no idea how long he could take this.
He tore his eyes off the food and headed towards the checkout, picking up a small bottle of, well, water on his way.
The group of teenagers was there, one of them waiting by the exit while the others were paying for chips, sweets and coke individually. The last in the row was a petite girl, her pink, polka dotted nails tapping on the box of strawberry pocky she was about to buy herself.
As Tora took his place at the end of the queue, putting his bottle down on the conveyor belt. The girl turned around, long dark brown hair fastened in a ponytail swinging. She looked up at the tall man towering her in his dark outfit. Tora smiled at the rather cute display, making her blush and turn back to her friends.
She kept glancing at him in the reflection in the glass doors leading out of the store. Tora had to admit that he felt a little flattered. Which was the reason for smiling at the younger again, he, too, using the reflection.
And what was with that perfume she was wearing? He didn't notice it in the beginning. There was something sensual about it, even though he could barely make out the faint scent.
Unintentionally he bent down to sniff. It wasn't her shampoo. The girl shifted her stance nervously.
Her skin. It was her skin.
The scent changed, much to Tora's confusing. There was something different mingling with the alluring odor he noticed before. A hand came up, covering the back of her neck.
He felt sorry now, he hadn't intended to scare the poor thing. He watched her pay hastily and leave with her friends quickly, glancing back over her shoulder a few times.
With a sigh he paid for his water.
- - -
"Do I have to close the bar for you to stop coming here every night?" Aki asked Hiroto, hands on his hips.
"What's wrong with being a paying costumer waiting for someone?" Hiroto said, amused by the barkeeper's huffing.
"The reason why you're here is wrong!" He threw his towel into the sink. "I've told you, he hasn't come back here since you left with him!"
Hiroto chuckled. "See, this is why I'm waiting. I wouldn't be waiting if he was already here."
Aki folded his arms. "I don't like the idea of you meeting that creepy guy again."
Now it was Hiroto's time to huff. "Stop calling him creepy, you don't know him!"
"Neither do you!" His voice got louder. "You won't even tell me what happened after you left with him!"
"I did tell you, you just won't believe me!"
Aki threw out his arms in exasperation. "Going to a park and leaving you there? Come on, I know you suck at lying but you could at least try to come up with something better. How about something that would explain why you keep coming here."
"Will you two fucking keep it down?" Said a hard voice.
Startled, the both looked into the direction of the kitchen. Kenzo stood there, black apron and a spoon, glaring down his boss.
- - -
He was walking aimlessly again. The empty bottle had been tossed into a bin at least five streets back.
It was night, dark and cool. Tora felt restless, so he just kept going, having one smoke after another, puffing what was left of his breath into the light breeze.
Tora didn't quite know what to do with himself. He was, even if it was hard to admit, getting lonely. Spending weeks (if it wasn't months already) alone without really talking to anybody wasn't doing him any good. It gave him too much time to come up with way too many theories about himself.
Maybe, the next time he was at Midnight, he'd order a glass of water.
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Beta'ed by tingedwords! Praise her!
Measly update is measly but it is, in fact, an update.
Next chapter should be out way sooner and it's going to be awkwardly hilarious.
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Chapter: 7/?
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 → 07
Rainchaser's Archive
________________________________________
He had to get out.
Tora had been hiding at home for five days already, wondering how long it would take until he'd feel hungry for the first time. Nothing like that had happened, though, all he had been was thirsty and water was becoming handy.
He was feeling more and more at ease now. There were no more frightening changes (he had been more than just freaked out when he realized he wasn't breathing at all anymore). He wasn't turning into a monster so far. No urge to bite and kill. No craving for blood, just the constantly nagging curiosity for it. He didn't turn into a bat, either.
That thought made him snort, to be honest.
Putting his hair brush down, he flashed his teeth. Extending fangs didn't hurt as much anymore; or he was simply getting used to it from toying with them every now and then. He already bit his own tongue by accident when he was testing how pointed his canines had become.
One day he'd have to use them, he knew that.
Calling himself a vampire in his own head still made Tora feel horribly uncomfortable. Still, there was hope that it was a made up story that vampires needed blood to survive. But who was he trying to fool? That was what vampires were all about in the first place.
What his fangs were supposed to be used for.
That, he didn't like.
- - -
"You're going out again?" Nao asked, watching Hiroto pulling on his red boots.
"I am." He zipped the boots up, wriggling his toes inside, smiling.
"Still thinking you'll meet him again at Aki's bar?" The older man sighed, gesturing at the painting that was still set upon its easel, taking up too much space in the small living room. "You don't have a crush on that stranger, do you?"
He reached up for his leather jacket. "I just want to talk to him."
Nao sighed and crossed him arms. There was something Hiroto wasn't telling him, he knew that.
"He is - I don't know - interesting?" He rearranged his collar, fidgeting a little.
"I just hope for you that he really isn't dangerous."
There was something wrong with Hiroto's reassuring smile.
- - -
The grocery shop. Tora felt odd, out of place. It was already late, so there weren't as many housewives, just a few business men buying instant food on their way home, a bunch of teenagers giggling in the liquor alley. None of them were paying much attention to him.
Usually, walking through the alleys made him come up with an appetite for a certain food or dish. Now, nothing happened. He had passed the fruit stands quite quickly, all the fruit did was smell sweet but not appetizing. The baked goods had never seemed so blight to him. He sighed in mild frustration, shook his head and moved on to the meat.
Hands in his pockets, he regarded the vast variety in front of him. Still, nothing caught his interest. The raw meat looked (for reasons he wasn't willing decipher) dry and pale to Tora. What was worse was the fact that the pre-cooked and fried meat even made his belly churn.
So this was it, now, right? He was stuck with water and nothing but water and no idea how long he could take this.
He tore his eyes off the food and headed towards the checkout, picking up a small bottle of, well, water on his way.
The group of teenagers was there, one of them waiting by the exit while the others were paying for chips, sweets and coke individually. The last in the row was a petite girl, her pink, polka dotted nails tapping on the box of strawberry pocky she was about to buy herself.
As Tora took his place at the end of the queue, putting his bottle down on the conveyor belt. The girl turned around, long dark brown hair fastened in a ponytail swinging. She looked up at the tall man towering her in his dark outfit. Tora smiled at the rather cute display, making her blush and turn back to her friends.
She kept glancing at him in the reflection in the glass doors leading out of the store. Tora had to admit that he felt a little flattered. Which was the reason for smiling at the younger again, he, too, using the reflection.
And what was with that perfume she was wearing? He didn't notice it in the beginning. There was something sensual about it, even though he could barely make out the faint scent.
Unintentionally he bent down to sniff. It wasn't her shampoo. The girl shifted her stance nervously.
Her skin. It was her skin.
The scent changed, much to Tora's confusing. There was something different mingling with the alluring odor he noticed before. A hand came up, covering the back of her neck.
He felt sorry now, he hadn't intended to scare the poor thing. He watched her pay hastily and leave with her friends quickly, glancing back over her shoulder a few times.
With a sigh he paid for his water.
- - -
"Do I have to close the bar for you to stop coming here every night?" Aki asked Hiroto, hands on his hips.
"What's wrong with being a paying costumer waiting for someone?" Hiroto said, amused by the barkeeper's huffing.
"The reason why you're here is wrong!" He threw his towel into the sink. "I've told you, he hasn't come back here since you left with him!"
Hiroto chuckled. "See, this is why I'm waiting. I wouldn't be waiting if he was already here."
Aki folded his arms. "I don't like the idea of you meeting that creepy guy again."
Now it was Hiroto's time to huff. "Stop calling him creepy, you don't know him!"
"Neither do you!" His voice got louder. "You won't even tell me what happened after you left with him!"
"I did tell you, you just won't believe me!"
Aki threw out his arms in exasperation. "Going to a park and leaving you there? Come on, I know you suck at lying but you could at least try to come up with something better. How about something that would explain why you keep coming here."
"Will you two fucking keep it down?" Said a hard voice.
Startled, the both looked into the direction of the kitchen. Kenzo stood there, black apron and a spoon, glaring down his boss.
- - -
He was walking aimlessly again. The empty bottle had been tossed into a bin at least five streets back.
It was night, dark and cool. Tora felt restless, so he just kept going, having one smoke after another, puffing what was left of his breath into the light breeze.
Tora didn't quite know what to do with himself. He was, even if it was hard to admit, getting lonely. Spending weeks (if it wasn't months already) alone without really talking to anybody wasn't doing him any good. It gave him too much time to come up with way too many theories about himself.
Maybe, the next time he was at Midnight, he'd order a glass of water.
________________________________________
← Previous.
→ Next.
________________________________________
Beta'ed by tingedwords! Praise her!
Measly update is measly but it is, in fact, an update.
Next chapter should be out way sooner and it's going to be awkwardly hilarious.
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