Log: Yukimura, Tezuka
Following this post, Tezuka makes a call to Yukimura from Paris. Rated G for the absence of adult material *snerk*
Tezuka turned over the silver and black gadget in his hand as he sat in the large, luxurious hotel bed which he deemed necessary ever since he had committed himself to the gym and choosing the most intensive training course there was. But even such a bed couldn't make him feel totally rested. Perhaps the fact that it was just before 6 o'clock in the morning didn't help. But he had asked to call Yukimura at midnight, New York time. Not that he would feel very much different if he had slept a bit more, if he could sleep at all, so it didn't matter that much.
The phone was one of the items Yukimura had given him just before he left the clan house. It wasn't switched on, and Tezuka had left it that way. It wasn't that he minded his whereabouts being known, or being contactable, but he didn't see a need and so simply didn't bother. Switching it on for the first time, he flipped it open, and dialled the set of numbers he had copied down onto a piece of paper - Yukimura's number.
Tezuka didn't know what he wanted to talk about, or if there was anything to talk about at all. Really, he shouldn't have asked for Yukimura's time like this. The vampire had already said he had things to take care of and was often tired as a result, but still...
He pressed the phone to his ear, leaned back into the pillows and waited.
The line clicked as it was answered, Yukimura's accent lilting warmly through the transatlantic connection. "Hello, mijo. How are you doing?" The midnight lights waltzed on the ceiling of his bedroom as he lay sprawled atop the eggplant-colored comforter, clad in black silk pajamas with the phone cradled against his ear.
The sound of Yukimura's voice gave Tezuka an odd feeling of warmth as it brought back memories of lying together in bed with the vampire, skin against skin, an arm draped protectively over his body and hand gently patting his hair. The tired body relaxed slightly and sank further into the pillows. Naked eyes stared at naked feet as he thought about the simple greeting.
"I'm...." Tezuka's immediate response, like the standard response to 'how are you?' when he first learned English, was 'I am fine, thank you.' But a textbook response was not what Yukimura wanted to receive, nor what Tezuka wanted to give. He stuttered as he searched for the answer he could speak with at least a little honesty. "I'm better," Tezuka said finally, and then added, "and you, Yukimura?"
"I am well," Yukimura replied, strangely nostalgic for the days of corded phones. He liked playing with the coils of them. "It's good to hear your voice, mijo. You sound stronger, more sure of yourself. This makes me glad." Memories were vivid for the vampire as well, the taste of Tezuka's blood, the thin body curled against his, the mind that welcomed him and held back nothing.
"I have missed you. Strange, when we knew each other so briefly," the clan leader mused. Whether Tezuka knew it or not, that fateful meeting had sparked tensions to the fore with Fuji and Yukimura, tensions which were slowly relaxing.
"I wouldn't say it was brief at all." was Tezuka's answer. Time-wise, perhaps their meeting had been short, but in the space of one night, Tezuka had revealed to Yukimura more about himself than he had ever revealed to anyone. "And I... I've missed you as well."
Tezuka missed everything about Yukimura. From mesmerising eyes to curling hair, from whispered words to gentle touch, from lips brushing against his pulse to... the vampiric kiss. He drew an unsteady breath through his mouth as his body once again yearned to fulfill its purpose. It was something he had wanted to talk to Yukimura about, but didn't know how, or how long he would take, to start. "Do you have a few minutes? I'll make this short if you're busy."
"No...I suppose it wasn't brief." There were always limitations to a phone call, but there was no disguising the warmth and affection whispering through the line. "It makes me happy to know you have thought of me." Sounds of shifting fabric muted the slight static as Yukimura changed positions, his exotic voice curling around a small chuckle. "I have plenty of time. As it is midnight here, I don't have any pressing engagements. Right now," his voice dropped into intimate range, "I am all yours. What is on your mind?"
Another shaking breath was heard through the phone. Resting a hand absently on the side of his neck, fingers feeling the pulse under his own skin, Tezuka took his time to search for the right words, because he knew Yukimura would wait for him.
"If a vampire doesn't feed for a long time, he may lose his mind to the hunger," Tezuka began after a minute, and he closed his eyes to imagine Yukimura's face, patiently waiting. "but how about a feeder? Is it... normal to..." to think he was going to lose his mind "to... I think I'm beginning to lose my concentration. And I can't sleep well. When I do sleep I dream only about feeding." Teeth sinking into him and feeling that relief rippling through his being. "I have read a lot on vampires, yet know nothing about what I am. I don't know if..." if this was common, or if he was losing it.
"There have been many names for it throughout history. For whatever reason, the French nominatives tend to be the ones that stick. La faim d'âme, the soul hunger." Absently, the vampire wound one curl around his finger, closing his eyes as if to see in his mind the rest of the conversation unfolding, the request he had to make of Tezuka presented and accepted.
"Psychology is a required course in most undergraduate degrees; did you cover much on addiction? It is an oversimplification, but many of the principles are the same. Your mind needs the feeding, and by virtue of your mind's need the body is physically affected. The dependency is not without physical aspects, but the ones that manifest are psychosomatic in nature." The gentle, hypnotic sway of Yukimura's voice could have belonged to a college professor or therapist; while he had never officially been the latter, the former was a career he had explored twenty or so years ago. Vampires did much to pass the time.
"Mijo...if you are ready to come home, I can have a plane ticket delivered to you in two hours." In truth, Yukimura could probably have it in an hour, along with a car to whisk Tezuka to Charles du Galle and have him on a plane to New York shortly after. "But only if you are ready. There...is something which I must ask you first, though."
Laying himself down, and burying himself under the duvets, one of which was an extra one he had requested from the hotel, Tezuka turned on his side and pressed the phone between his ear and the pillow. Going home? If his needs were indeed what Yukimura said, a trick his mind was playing on his body, then he didn't need to go back. Yes, he had his duties to fulfill as a feeder, but if Niou had no need for him, then why bother?
"I am not sure right now." He admitted. "But what is it you want to know?"
The vampire made a noise of acknowledgment, bare toes curling and uncurling as he chose his words, a grandmaster choosing gambits. "If you would like to be truly mine, bound no longer to Niou but to me." The simple sentence hung in the international connection for several long seconds, as if even breathing would dissapate it into nothingness. "It is not easy," Yukimura's exotic accent cradled the words, softening them to feathers against Tezuka's ear, "but it is something I am old and powerful enough to do. If this is something that would please you, Kunimitsu, then you will have my care and protection, not simply as one of many but as mine."
"I don't understand what you-" Tezuka began, and then he felt his heart stop momentarily. He did know what Yukimura mean. He had read about it in the library at the University of Helsinki only several months ago, but dismissed it as a myth. Something like that was simply not possible, his feeder instinct had told him. It was something that was decribed in literature as possible, but no real event was ever recorded... at least not the successful ones. To do something like that was to risk his life.
Yet, if there was the slightest chance, and Yukimura's soft words made it sound like something probable... "But Yukimura, why?" Not why he would want to, or should break free from Niou, but why Yukimura made such an offer. "...Is it Niou's idea?"
He knows, Yukimura thought to himself. Perhaps Tezuka had not learned so little about feeders in his travels. He closed his eyes, imagining the thin, angular face and sensitive, weary soul that had wandered into his office. He wanted the things he had seen and felt inside of this feeder to fade into distant memories.
"No, mijo. This was no suggestion of Niou's, I don't think it crossed his mind. It's just the wish of an ancient vampire who would like to make you his." Yukimura's voice dropped to nearly a whisper, low and rich and vibrating with sincerity. "Why? Because I want you, Tezuka."
The silence that followed was long, and heavy. The beautiful vampire Tezuka had met and became intimate with, several months ago, was making an offer that seemed too good to be true, and saying it with sincerity that could not be ignored.
Yukimura wanted him. Even after looking into his mind and seeing every dark corner, every ugly, selfish desire there was to see, Yukimura still wanted him.
"I need to think about this." Finally Tezuka breathed the words out. He wanted to just say yes, but he couldn't do it. Not that he doubted Yukimura, but he doubted himself. "But thank you. For wanting to take me under your wing. Thank you. I... I will give you my answer as soon as I can."
"I understand. It is a big decision, one that shouldn't be made lightly." Yukimura smiled, stroking a hand down his silk-clad hip, wishing it belonged to another. "I will be waiting for you."
Perhaps he should say something else, or maybe ask after Yukimura, but Tezuka found there was already too much on his mind for him to say anything at all. Another promise to talk again when he had made his mind up, and another whispered "thank you" later, the call ended.
Placing the phone on the nightstand, together with his glasses, Tezuka closed his eyes. It didn't matter what risks would be associated with such a decision; if Yukimura made the offer, he simply had to trust the vampire. But now that the chance was here, was Tezuka finally able to give up the one and only tie he had with Niou?
Tezuka turned over the silver and black gadget in his hand as he sat in the large, luxurious hotel bed which he deemed necessary ever since he had committed himself to the gym and choosing the most intensive training course there was. But even such a bed couldn't make him feel totally rested. Perhaps the fact that it was just before 6 o'clock in the morning didn't help. But he had asked to call Yukimura at midnight, New York time. Not that he would feel very much different if he had slept a bit more, if he could sleep at all, so it didn't matter that much.
The phone was one of the items Yukimura had given him just before he left the clan house. It wasn't switched on, and Tezuka had left it that way. It wasn't that he minded his whereabouts being known, or being contactable, but he didn't see a need and so simply didn't bother. Switching it on for the first time, he flipped it open, and dialled the set of numbers he had copied down onto a piece of paper - Yukimura's number.
Tezuka didn't know what he wanted to talk about, or if there was anything to talk about at all. Really, he shouldn't have asked for Yukimura's time like this. The vampire had already said he had things to take care of and was often tired as a result, but still...
He pressed the phone to his ear, leaned back into the pillows and waited.
The line clicked as it was answered, Yukimura's accent lilting warmly through the transatlantic connection. "Hello, mijo. How are you doing?" The midnight lights waltzed on the ceiling of his bedroom as he lay sprawled atop the eggplant-colored comforter, clad in black silk pajamas with the phone cradled against his ear.
The sound of Yukimura's voice gave Tezuka an odd feeling of warmth as it brought back memories of lying together in bed with the vampire, skin against skin, an arm draped protectively over his body and hand gently patting his hair. The tired body relaxed slightly and sank further into the pillows. Naked eyes stared at naked feet as he thought about the simple greeting.
"I'm...." Tezuka's immediate response, like the standard response to 'how are you?' when he first learned English, was 'I am fine, thank you.' But a textbook response was not what Yukimura wanted to receive, nor what Tezuka wanted to give. He stuttered as he searched for the answer he could speak with at least a little honesty. "I'm better," Tezuka said finally, and then added, "and you, Yukimura?"
"I am well," Yukimura replied, strangely nostalgic for the days of corded phones. He liked playing with the coils of them. "It's good to hear your voice, mijo. You sound stronger, more sure of yourself. This makes me glad." Memories were vivid for the vampire as well, the taste of Tezuka's blood, the thin body curled against his, the mind that welcomed him and held back nothing.
"I have missed you. Strange, when we knew each other so briefly," the clan leader mused. Whether Tezuka knew it or not, that fateful meeting had sparked tensions to the fore with Fuji and Yukimura, tensions which were slowly relaxing.
"I wouldn't say it was brief at all." was Tezuka's answer. Time-wise, perhaps their meeting had been short, but in the space of one night, Tezuka had revealed to Yukimura more about himself than he had ever revealed to anyone. "And I... I've missed you as well."
Tezuka missed everything about Yukimura. From mesmerising eyes to curling hair, from whispered words to gentle touch, from lips brushing against his pulse to... the vampiric kiss. He drew an unsteady breath through his mouth as his body once again yearned to fulfill its purpose. It was something he had wanted to talk to Yukimura about, but didn't know how, or how long he would take, to start. "Do you have a few minutes? I'll make this short if you're busy."
"No...I suppose it wasn't brief." There were always limitations to a phone call, but there was no disguising the warmth and affection whispering through the line. "It makes me happy to know you have thought of me." Sounds of shifting fabric muted the slight static as Yukimura changed positions, his exotic voice curling around a small chuckle. "I have plenty of time. As it is midnight here, I don't have any pressing engagements. Right now," his voice dropped into intimate range, "I am all yours. What is on your mind?"
Another shaking breath was heard through the phone. Resting a hand absently on the side of his neck, fingers feeling the pulse under his own skin, Tezuka took his time to search for the right words, because he knew Yukimura would wait for him.
"If a vampire doesn't feed for a long time, he may lose his mind to the hunger," Tezuka began after a minute, and he closed his eyes to imagine Yukimura's face, patiently waiting. "but how about a feeder? Is it... normal to..." to think he was going to lose his mind "to... I think I'm beginning to lose my concentration. And I can't sleep well. When I do sleep I dream only about feeding." Teeth sinking into him and feeling that relief rippling through his being. "I have read a lot on vampires, yet know nothing about what I am. I don't know if..." if this was common, or if he was losing it.
"There have been many names for it throughout history. For whatever reason, the French nominatives tend to be the ones that stick. La faim d'âme, the soul hunger." Absently, the vampire wound one curl around his finger, closing his eyes as if to see in his mind the rest of the conversation unfolding, the request he had to make of Tezuka presented and accepted.
"Psychology is a required course in most undergraduate degrees; did you cover much on addiction? It is an oversimplification, but many of the principles are the same. Your mind needs the feeding, and by virtue of your mind's need the body is physically affected. The dependency is not without physical aspects, but the ones that manifest are psychosomatic in nature." The gentle, hypnotic sway of Yukimura's voice could have belonged to a college professor or therapist; while he had never officially been the latter, the former was a career he had explored twenty or so years ago. Vampires did much to pass the time.
"Mijo...if you are ready to come home, I can have a plane ticket delivered to you in two hours." In truth, Yukimura could probably have it in an hour, along with a car to whisk Tezuka to Charles du Galle and have him on a plane to New York shortly after. "But only if you are ready. There...is something which I must ask you first, though."
Laying himself down, and burying himself under the duvets, one of which was an extra one he had requested from the hotel, Tezuka turned on his side and pressed the phone between his ear and the pillow. Going home? If his needs were indeed what Yukimura said, a trick his mind was playing on his body, then he didn't need to go back. Yes, he had his duties to fulfill as a feeder, but if Niou had no need for him, then why bother?
"I am not sure right now." He admitted. "But what is it you want to know?"
The vampire made a noise of acknowledgment, bare toes curling and uncurling as he chose his words, a grandmaster choosing gambits. "If you would like to be truly mine, bound no longer to Niou but to me." The simple sentence hung in the international connection for several long seconds, as if even breathing would dissapate it into nothingness. "It is not easy," Yukimura's exotic accent cradled the words, softening them to feathers against Tezuka's ear, "but it is something I am old and powerful enough to do. If this is something that would please you, Kunimitsu, then you will have my care and protection, not simply as one of many but as mine."
"I don't understand what you-" Tezuka began, and then he felt his heart stop momentarily. He did know what Yukimura mean. He had read about it in the library at the University of Helsinki only several months ago, but dismissed it as a myth. Something like that was simply not possible, his feeder instinct had told him. It was something that was decribed in literature as possible, but no real event was ever recorded... at least not the successful ones. To do something like that was to risk his life.
Yet, if there was the slightest chance, and Yukimura's soft words made it sound like something probable... "But Yukimura, why?" Not why he would want to, or should break free from Niou, but why Yukimura made such an offer. "...Is it Niou's idea?"
He knows, Yukimura thought to himself. Perhaps Tezuka had not learned so little about feeders in his travels. He closed his eyes, imagining the thin, angular face and sensitive, weary soul that had wandered into his office. He wanted the things he had seen and felt inside of this feeder to fade into distant memories.
"No, mijo. This was no suggestion of Niou's, I don't think it crossed his mind. It's just the wish of an ancient vampire who would like to make you his." Yukimura's voice dropped to nearly a whisper, low and rich and vibrating with sincerity. "Why? Because I want you, Tezuka."
The silence that followed was long, and heavy. The beautiful vampire Tezuka had met and became intimate with, several months ago, was making an offer that seemed too good to be true, and saying it with sincerity that could not be ignored.
Yukimura wanted him. Even after looking into his mind and seeing every dark corner, every ugly, selfish desire there was to see, Yukimura still wanted him.
"I need to think about this." Finally Tezuka breathed the words out. He wanted to just say yes, but he couldn't do it. Not that he doubted Yukimura, but he doubted himself. "But thank you. For wanting to take me under your wing. Thank you. I... I will give you my answer as soon as I can."
"I understand. It is a big decision, one that shouldn't be made lightly." Yukimura smiled, stroking a hand down his silk-clad hip, wishing it belonged to another. "I will be waiting for you."
Perhaps he should say something else, or maybe ask after Yukimura, but Tezuka found there was already too much on his mind for him to say anything at all. Another promise to talk again when he had made his mind up, and another whispered "thank you" later, the call ended.
Placing the phone on the nightstand, together with his glasses, Tezuka closed his eyes. It didn't matter what risks would be associated with such a decision; if Yukimura made the offer, he simply had to trust the vampire. But now that the chance was here, was Tezuka finally able to give up the one and only tie he had with Niou?