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Oct. 25th, 2009 12:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaByakuran's room had an amazing view. The room was extremely high up, and it had an expansive set of floor to ceiling windows that opened up into a large stone balcony. Byakuran's lawn stretched out in front of his house until it met the large stone gate that enclosed Byakuran's property. In the middle of Byakuran's lawn was an impressive marble fountain that glittered in the starlight.
There was no moon out tonight.
Or, logically, there was a moon, Shouichi knew there was a moon. There was always a moon. But it was a new moon, and it just felt like the absence of the sun's reflection off the Earth's rocky compatriot made the night darker.
In a figurative sense.
Shouichi sighed and wrapped his arms tighter across his chest. He wasn't cold on the outside, but on the inside. On the outside it was a balmy Italian evening, on the inside it was the first of many long nights to come.
Not that the nights had been short beforehand.
It was just… today the first person had died.
Alright. Not the first person. Neither the first person to get in the way of Byakuran's plans and be killed, or the first person to die since Shouichi had covered his memories, or even the first person to die that Shouichi had somehow been involved with. But it was the first death that would lead to the fulfillment of Sawada Tsunayoshi's plan to save the world.
Alright, Shouichi and Sawada and Hibari Kyouya's plan to save the world. They all had a hand in the death and destruction that would result, and hopefully the ends would justify the means. Shouichi's stomach tied itself up in knots. He was not cut out for this type of life, for intrigue or betrayal or any of the rest of it. He had kiss marks all over his chest, and scratches on his hips, and when Shouichi looked into Byakuran's eyes he could not separate the memory of what Byakuran had always been to him from the knowledge of what Byakuran was.
And he was sure that Byakuran knew it all. Shouichi rubbed at his bare stomach. He couldn't take much more of this. Hopefully Byakuran would send him to Japan soon. Distance would make the betrayal easier, surely?
"Shou-chan." Byakuran's voice did not sound half as sleepy as it should. Shouichi doubts that Byakuran has been asleep as long as Shouichi thought he was. Byakuran might even have been awake from the time Shouichi wriggled out of bed and padded his way to the bathroom, his fingers itching to wash Byakuran's semen off the insides of his thighs. "Come back to bed."
Shouichi swallowed and turned back to look at Byakuran. Byakuran's pale skin glowed under the light of the stars. There might have been no moon in the sky, but for a second Shouichi felt like instead the moon was in his bed, glowing with a soft brilliance. The moment faded quickly, and Shouichi walked back to Byakuran's open arms.
There was no moon out tonight.
Or, logically, there was a moon, Shouichi knew there was a moon. There was always a moon. But it was a new moon, and it just felt like the absence of the sun's reflection off the Earth's rocky compatriot made the night darker.
In a figurative sense.
Shouichi sighed and wrapped his arms tighter across his chest. He wasn't cold on the outside, but on the inside. On the outside it was a balmy Italian evening, on the inside it was the first of many long nights to come.
Not that the nights had been short beforehand.
It was just… today the first person had died.
Alright. Not the first person. Neither the first person to get in the way of Byakuran's plans and be killed, or the first person to die since Shouichi had covered his memories, or even the first person to die that Shouichi had somehow been involved with. But it was the first death that would lead to the fulfillment of Sawada Tsunayoshi's plan to save the world.
Alright, Shouichi and Sawada and Hibari Kyouya's plan to save the world. They all had a hand in the death and destruction that would result, and hopefully the ends would justify the means. Shouichi's stomach tied itself up in knots. He was not cut out for this type of life, for intrigue or betrayal or any of the rest of it. He had kiss marks all over his chest, and scratches on his hips, and when Shouichi looked into Byakuran's eyes he could not separate the memory of what Byakuran had always been to him from the knowledge of what Byakuran was.
And he was sure that Byakuran knew it all. Shouichi rubbed at his bare stomach. He couldn't take much more of this. Hopefully Byakuran would send him to Japan soon. Distance would make the betrayal easier, surely?
"Shou-chan." Byakuran's voice did not sound half as sleepy as it should. Shouichi doubts that Byakuran has been asleep as long as Shouichi thought he was. Byakuran might even have been awake from the time Shouichi wriggled out of bed and padded his way to the bathroom, his fingers itching to wash Byakuran's semen off the insides of his thighs. "Come back to bed."
Shouichi swallowed and turned back to look at Byakuran. Byakuran's pale skin glowed under the light of the stars. There might have been no moon in the sky, but for a second Shouichi felt like instead the moon was in his bed, glowing with a soft brilliance. The moment faded quickly, and Shouichi walked back to Byakuran's open arms.
