Fanfic: Souls
Title: Souls
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: If the boys were mine they would be married. Obviously, they are not *duhhhhh*
Beta: I won't bother my beta with this.
Pairing(s): none, Kitayama, Fujigaya
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Angst, AU-ish, un-betaed
Summary: Kitayama was raised to kill and protect.
Author Notes: There is another fic in this verse. I hope you like it^^
The wounded samurai moved and cat like eyes looked at him.
Kitayama knew. He had already looked into those eyes a thousand times. With shaking fingers, he reached out and pulled the black cloth down from the other's nose and mouth.
"You are a gullible fool, Kitayama. You let a black soul into your hideout. What will you do now? Kill me?"
°*°
They stared at each other. While Kitayama was shocked, a cold smile curled around Fujigaya's lips as he looked at him through his bangs.
"You are not a black soul." Kitayama whispered. Black souls couldn't talk; black souls couldn't continue their work at day; black souls were not human anymore.
They lost everything and lived as monsters with the only aim to taint other people's pure souls.
"Your katana hasn't told you yet? I figured you would be slightly better than that." Fujigaya said in his most arrogant voice.
Kitayama felt it.
His sword vibrated. It told him a black soul was close and he had to kill it. Had sworn to kill it.
Kitayama reached around his waist and unfastened his sword. He placed it next to him on the ground.
Fujigaya watched his every move. Sweat on his forehead, but his whole body was alert.
"I didn't know you are suicidal." The other commented and their eyes locked again.
"You won't kill me." Kitayama said and he meant it.
He had always taken Fujigaya for granted. Thought they would be together till they were old and grey. Now here he was with Fujigaya threatening to be one of the beings trying to turn the world into a darker place. A demon without heart or soul. The very being he had vowed to chase and kill.
If he meant only half as much to Fujigaya as Fujigaya meant to him as a partner the other wouldn't kill him. At least he hoped so...
"You are so stupid. Here you have me, weakened from a fight and easy to kill. And what do you do? You put down your sword. You put other samurais to shame."
"Why should I kill someone who fights for the same as I do? Or are you telling me you tried to kill that black soul for your own entertainment? You are a samurai as well."
Fujigaya's eyes formed to slits.
"You felt it, didn't you?" Fujigaya moved a hand over his own chest, traced the dark lines of black magic with his fingertips that ranked over his heart. "The black magic intertwined with my soul. It licked at your palm, reaching out its ugly threads."
Kitayama swallowed. He had no explanation for this. If someone was infected by a black soul and didn't receive help, the person would inevitable turn into a monster as well. And that in mere hours. That's what he had been taught.
"Yes, I felt it." Kitayama pressed out.
"Then you know what to do. You couldn't withdraw the magic so there is no other way but to eliminate me." Fujigaya's voice was hardly over a whisper. Kitayama had never heard him use that tone before. It was similar to a hiss and oh so cold. It felt like it made the blood in his body turn into ice and make him freeze up to his very core.
Suddenly, he could see it. The dark shadows looming over Fujigaya, licking at his body and caressing him like a lover. Wrapping around him like a warming blanket, but having nothing of its comfort. He had never seen something like that before.
"The net grows, slowly but persistently...every day, every hour my soul gets consumed, till one day nothing will be left anymore." Fujigaya hissed and suddenly his dark eyes turned completely white and the black shadows thickened around him. He lurched at Kitayama.
Kitayama's first instinct was to scramble for his sword and thrust it into the body trying to harm him. But this was Fujigaya.
A person irreplaceable. So instead, he opened his arms and caught Fujigaya's ice-cold body to take away his range of motion.
He felt the other's nails scratch over his chest like sharp icicles, but as long as Fujigaya couldn't take his own sword, Kitayama had nothing to fear.
Fujigaya tried to tug and tear at him, but Kitayama simply held on tightly. He wanted to believe that this was Fujigaya and not a monster.
The other used all the strength he had and they fell to the floor with a thud. Fujigaya's breathing got raged and he struggled against Kitayama's arms. Struggled and struggled till he had no strength left anymore and lied limp on his chest.
He had no chance of winning against Kitayama's untainted, pure soul.
Kitayama didn't move. They just stayed there. Fujigaya was completely still, even his breathing wasn't audible anymore.
Kitayama didn't want to admit it, but as Fujigaya had lurched at him with the same lifeless eyes he had already seen on black souls countless times, he had been terrified. The same fear he had felt when having been faced with a real black soul for the first time. A fear that clutched his heart in its claws and wanted to make him forget the bond he shared with Fujigaya.
Suddenly, Fujigaya jumped up. Kitayama too short taken, lost his grip on the other, but the younger one didn't pull his sword like Kitayama would have expected.
Instead, he pounded his fists against Kitayama's chest with all his might.
"Why don't you act like you are supposed to act?"
As Kitayama looked up he looked into familiar dark eyes and the eyelashes glistered with tears.
"You swore to kill black souls. Why won't you kill me?" Fujigaya kept hitting him.
"Why won't you release me before I turn into a monster myself? Why won't you free me from my fate?"
"Why won't you end my nightmare? Why? Why? Why won't you?" Fujigaya was sobbing, but kept repeatedly hitting his chest. It hurt Kitayama, but he could see that Fujigaya was hurting so much more.
Kitayama reached out and since Fujigaya's shirt was still torn, he could place his hand on Fujigaya's chest where the black net was. The other flinched, but since Kitayama didn't use his energy to withdraw the black magic, the touch didn't hurt him.
"How long have you already lived with this?"
"Too long." Fujigaya answered with a hopelessness in his voice that couldn't have contradicted stronger with the hope Kitayama felt at the answer.
"Then there is a chance..." Kitayama started, but Fujigaya's cold laugh interrupted him. He didn't want to hear that laugh anymore. It sounded so cruel and nothing like the Fujigaya he had grown so used to. It wasn't ringing like bells like usually.
"Still a gullible fool. The net grows continuously and with it the temptation to just give in. You don't know how it is. Day and night. The promises of a better life, of happiness without struggles. The temptation to just let go and never worry again. To give up my soul and everything I believe in for so much more." Fujigaya's eyes were wide open with an unfocused look in them and Kitayama saw flashes of insanity in them. The other had placed his hands on his chest and twisted Kitayama's clothes in his hands that moved like claws. "It would be so easy. It would free me of all my worries. All I have to do is to give in to the black magic to let it consume me. Then I will be free."
Kitayama sat up as good as he could with the other still on top of him and took him by the upper arms to shake him.
"You know so much better, Fujigaya. You know nothing of this is true! You'd become a slave!"
The other's head fell from side to side with each shake; almost lifeless.
"Yes, I know and that's why I have to die before I lose my mind." The other's eyes were hidden by his bangs and Kitayama could only see an unhappy smirk curl around his mouth.
Fujigaya reached to the side and picked up Kitayama's sword.
He pushed it against his chest.
Kitayama slowly shook his head.
"But I won't be the one to do it. Not before I have made sure there is no other way."
"I lived with it for half a year. Be reassured, there is no other way." Fujigaya said emotionlessly.
"There is." Kitayama said and placed his hand on the black net on Fujigaya's chest again. He knew there was a pure soul struggling in there against the blackness reaching out for it and that this soul deserved to live.
"Your belief in a better world is endearing, but terrible ridiculous." Fujigaya looked down at him, eyes dry of tears, but therefore filled with capitulation; a look Fujigaya had never shown to him before.
A look that stole more hope from Kitayama than any words ever could.
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: If the boys were mine they would be married. Obviously, they are not *duhhhhh*
Beta: I won't bother my beta with this.
Pairing(s): none, Kitayama, Fujigaya
Rating: PG-15
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Angst, AU-ish, un-betaed
Summary: Kitayama was raised to kill and protect.
Author Notes: There is another fic in this verse. I hope you like it^^
The wounded samurai moved and cat like eyes looked at him.
Kitayama knew. He had already looked into those eyes a thousand times. With shaking fingers, he reached out and pulled the black cloth down from the other's nose and mouth.
"You are a gullible fool, Kitayama. You let a black soul into your hideout. What will you do now? Kill me?"
°*°
They stared at each other. While Kitayama was shocked, a cold smile curled around Fujigaya's lips as he looked at him through his bangs.
"You are not a black soul." Kitayama whispered. Black souls couldn't talk; black souls couldn't continue their work at day; black souls were not human anymore.
They lost everything and lived as monsters with the only aim to taint other people's pure souls.
"Your katana hasn't told you yet? I figured you would be slightly better than that." Fujigaya said in his most arrogant voice.
Kitayama felt it.
His sword vibrated. It told him a black soul was close and he had to kill it. Had sworn to kill it.
Kitayama reached around his waist and unfastened his sword. He placed it next to him on the ground.
Fujigaya watched his every move. Sweat on his forehead, but his whole body was alert.
"I didn't know you are suicidal." The other commented and their eyes locked again.
"You won't kill me." Kitayama said and he meant it.
He had always taken Fujigaya for granted. Thought they would be together till they were old and grey. Now here he was with Fujigaya threatening to be one of the beings trying to turn the world into a darker place. A demon without heart or soul. The very being he had vowed to chase and kill.
If he meant only half as much to Fujigaya as Fujigaya meant to him as a partner the other wouldn't kill him. At least he hoped so...
"You are so stupid. Here you have me, weakened from a fight and easy to kill. And what do you do? You put down your sword. You put other samurais to shame."
"Why should I kill someone who fights for the same as I do? Or are you telling me you tried to kill that black soul for your own entertainment? You are a samurai as well."
Fujigaya's eyes formed to slits.
"You felt it, didn't you?" Fujigaya moved a hand over his own chest, traced the dark lines of black magic with his fingertips that ranked over his heart. "The black magic intertwined with my soul. It licked at your palm, reaching out its ugly threads."
Kitayama swallowed. He had no explanation for this. If someone was infected by a black soul and didn't receive help, the person would inevitable turn into a monster as well. And that in mere hours. That's what he had been taught.
"Yes, I felt it." Kitayama pressed out.
"Then you know what to do. You couldn't withdraw the magic so there is no other way but to eliminate me." Fujigaya's voice was hardly over a whisper. Kitayama had never heard him use that tone before. It was similar to a hiss and oh so cold. It felt like it made the blood in his body turn into ice and make him freeze up to his very core.
Suddenly, he could see it. The dark shadows looming over Fujigaya, licking at his body and caressing him like a lover. Wrapping around him like a warming blanket, but having nothing of its comfort. He had never seen something like that before.
"The net grows, slowly but persistently...every day, every hour my soul gets consumed, till one day nothing will be left anymore." Fujigaya hissed and suddenly his dark eyes turned completely white and the black shadows thickened around him. He lurched at Kitayama.
Kitayama's first instinct was to scramble for his sword and thrust it into the body trying to harm him. But this was Fujigaya.
A person irreplaceable. So instead, he opened his arms and caught Fujigaya's ice-cold body to take away his range of motion.
He felt the other's nails scratch over his chest like sharp icicles, but as long as Fujigaya couldn't take his own sword, Kitayama had nothing to fear.
Fujigaya tried to tug and tear at him, but Kitayama simply held on tightly. He wanted to believe that this was Fujigaya and not a monster.
The other used all the strength he had and they fell to the floor with a thud. Fujigaya's breathing got raged and he struggled against Kitayama's arms. Struggled and struggled till he had no strength left anymore and lied limp on his chest.
He had no chance of winning against Kitayama's untainted, pure soul.
Kitayama didn't move. They just stayed there. Fujigaya was completely still, even his breathing wasn't audible anymore.
Kitayama didn't want to admit it, but as Fujigaya had lurched at him with the same lifeless eyes he had already seen on black souls countless times, he had been terrified. The same fear he had felt when having been faced with a real black soul for the first time. A fear that clutched his heart in its claws and wanted to make him forget the bond he shared with Fujigaya.
Suddenly, Fujigaya jumped up. Kitayama too short taken, lost his grip on the other, but the younger one didn't pull his sword like Kitayama would have expected.
Instead, he pounded his fists against Kitayama's chest with all his might.
"Why don't you act like you are supposed to act?"
As Kitayama looked up he looked into familiar dark eyes and the eyelashes glistered with tears.
"You swore to kill black souls. Why won't you kill me?" Fujigaya kept hitting him.
"Why won't you release me before I turn into a monster myself? Why won't you free me from my fate?"
"Why won't you end my nightmare? Why? Why? Why won't you?" Fujigaya was sobbing, but kept repeatedly hitting his chest. It hurt Kitayama, but he could see that Fujigaya was hurting so much more.
Kitayama reached out and since Fujigaya's shirt was still torn, he could place his hand on Fujigaya's chest where the black net was. The other flinched, but since Kitayama didn't use his energy to withdraw the black magic, the touch didn't hurt him.
"How long have you already lived with this?"
"Too long." Fujigaya answered with a hopelessness in his voice that couldn't have contradicted stronger with the hope Kitayama felt at the answer.
"Then there is a chance..." Kitayama started, but Fujigaya's cold laugh interrupted him. He didn't want to hear that laugh anymore. It sounded so cruel and nothing like the Fujigaya he had grown so used to. It wasn't ringing like bells like usually.
"Still a gullible fool. The net grows continuously and with it the temptation to just give in. You don't know how it is. Day and night. The promises of a better life, of happiness without struggles. The temptation to just let go and never worry again. To give up my soul and everything I believe in for so much more." Fujigaya's eyes were wide open with an unfocused look in them and Kitayama saw flashes of insanity in them. The other had placed his hands on his chest and twisted Kitayama's clothes in his hands that moved like claws. "It would be so easy. It would free me of all my worries. All I have to do is to give in to the black magic to let it consume me. Then I will be free."
Kitayama sat up as good as he could with the other still on top of him and took him by the upper arms to shake him.
"You know so much better, Fujigaya. You know nothing of this is true! You'd become a slave!"
The other's head fell from side to side with each shake; almost lifeless.
"Yes, I know and that's why I have to die before I lose my mind." The other's eyes were hidden by his bangs and Kitayama could only see an unhappy smirk curl around his mouth.
Fujigaya reached to the side and picked up Kitayama's sword.
He pushed it against his chest.
Kitayama slowly shook his head.
"But I won't be the one to do it. Not before I have made sure there is no other way."
"I lived with it for half a year. Be reassured, there is no other way." Fujigaya said emotionlessly.
"There is." Kitayama said and placed his hand on the black net on Fujigaya's chest again. He knew there was a pure soul struggling in there against the blackness reaching out for it and that this soul deserved to live.
"Your belief in a better world is endearing, but terrible ridiculous." Fujigaya looked down at him, eyes dry of tears, but therefore filled with capitulation; a look Fujigaya had never shown to him before.
A look that stole more hope from Kitayama than any words ever could.