Morishige Sakutaro (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hijodesaturno) wrote2013-07-06 11:44 pm
hijodesaturno) wrote2013-07-06 11:44 pm
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need to calm down
The first thing he does when he gets back from Milliways is go outside, into the rain. He didn't stay to explore as long as he would have liked. He didn't dare risk it. He knows it will be clinging to him as it is - fresh clean air on his skin, faint whiffs of food and drink and cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes.
He needs to rinse it away before the others find him.
He needs them not to know he was gone.
(Sachiko will be angry that he was able to go anywhere beyond her control. Kizami will want to see for himself.
He hopes it was true about time stopping.)
The front door opens at his touch, as all the doors in Heavenly Host do now. The rain is falling thick and hard, endless and unrelenting. Only a few scant meters from the door and he's virtually invisible.
He closes his eyes and tilts his head up, letting the rain wash away everything that isn't Heavenly Host. It's comforting after the confusion of Milliways. It attacks, obscuring vision with drops that land hard enough to bruise, cold enough to kill if he stayed out long enough, if he didn't have Sachiko's protection.
It embodies everything Heavenly Host is, and it's what he knows now. It's what he is now.
He's just beginning to shiver when he senses the presence behind him. He knows right away who it is - you get a feel for that in Heavenly Host, knowing who it is slipping up behind you - so it doesn't startle him when Kizami presses close, wrapping his arms around Morishige's waist in what he probably thinks is the appropriate big-brotherly gesture for finding a sibling shivering in the rain.
Kizami isn't as good at approximating humanity as he thinks he is. Morishige is secretly relieved that he has mostly stopped trying.
Which may be why he is unsurprised when, after a moment, he feels Kizami's lips on the side of his neck.
(He's noticed Kizami noticing him in that endless cycle of reflections their kills become. He watches Kizami kill, Kizami watches him watch, Morishige watches a human being become exquisite art and Kizami watches what it does to him and maybe Morishige has been expecting this for a little while now.)
Morishige opens his mouth a little, letting in enough rain for its acidic bitterness to wash away any last lingering flavors
(jellybean)
before he turns to kiss Kizami.
He isn't sure what he expects. Not fireworks, he knows that; he isn't attracted to Kizami, and he doesn't think Kizami wants him so much as he wants to find out what it's like to kiss (Morishige? a guy? anyone at all?) while he still can. He tastes more than hears Kizami's sound of thoughtful interest at his ready response, and he doesn't expect -
("Uhh . . . don't you think you're standing a little too close to me?"
And he had been, a little, but he'd been frustrated and defensive and vulnerable without his glasses, people with perfect vision never understand -)
Kizami shifts his grip, one hand up on Morishige's shoulder now, tugging him back into an angle that gives him more control of the kiss and Morishige
("You can tell me anything, Shige-nii, you know that, right? And I'll always support you. I just want you to be happy."
She'd seen them and drawn the wrong conclusions, and even as he corrected her he was grateful for her, for how accepting of his bizarre romantic choice she'd been ready to be.)
(He caught a glimpse of Kishinuma not long ago, a raging red spirit who will never forgive his own inability to protect Shinozaki, herself gentle and blue and grieving the loss of the Kishinuma she died with.
He didn't care -
"I can feel your body heat!")
("Shige-nii -")
("Shige-nii, I know this doesn't make you happy, not really, I know you -"
Mayu - )
something hurts in Morishige's chest and he tenses and relaxes and pulls himself from Kizami's hold for just as long as it takes to whip around and grab him and bury everything in a new kiss and this is what makes him happy now.
He needs to rinse it away before the others find him.
He needs them not to know he was gone.
(Sachiko will be angry that he was able to go anywhere beyond her control. Kizami will want to see for himself.
He hopes it was true about time stopping.)
The front door opens at his touch, as all the doors in Heavenly Host do now. The rain is falling thick and hard, endless and unrelenting. Only a few scant meters from the door and he's virtually invisible.
He closes his eyes and tilts his head up, letting the rain wash away everything that isn't Heavenly Host. It's comforting after the confusion of Milliways. It attacks, obscuring vision with drops that land hard enough to bruise, cold enough to kill if he stayed out long enough, if he didn't have Sachiko's protection.
It embodies everything Heavenly Host is, and it's what he knows now. It's what he is now.
He's just beginning to shiver when he senses the presence behind him. He knows right away who it is - you get a feel for that in Heavenly Host, knowing who it is slipping up behind you - so it doesn't startle him when Kizami presses close, wrapping his arms around Morishige's waist in what he probably thinks is the appropriate big-brotherly gesture for finding a sibling shivering in the rain.
Kizami isn't as good at approximating humanity as he thinks he is. Morishige is secretly relieved that he has mostly stopped trying.
Which may be why he is unsurprised when, after a moment, he feels Kizami's lips on the side of his neck.
(He's noticed Kizami noticing him in that endless cycle of reflections their kills become. He watches Kizami kill, Kizami watches him watch, Morishige watches a human being become exquisite art and Kizami watches what it does to him and maybe Morishige has been expecting this for a little while now.)
Morishige opens his mouth a little, letting in enough rain for its acidic bitterness to wash away any last lingering flavors
(jellybean)
before he turns to kiss Kizami.
He isn't sure what he expects. Not fireworks, he knows that; he isn't attracted to Kizami, and he doesn't think Kizami wants him so much as he wants to find out what it's like to kiss (Morishige? a guy? anyone at all?) while he still can. He tastes more than hears Kizami's sound of thoughtful interest at his ready response, and he doesn't expect -
("Uhh . . . don't you think you're standing a little too close to me?"
And he had been, a little, but he'd been frustrated and defensive and vulnerable without his glasses, people with perfect vision never understand -)
Kizami shifts his grip, one hand up on Morishige's shoulder now, tugging him back into an angle that gives him more control of the kiss and Morishige
("You can tell me anything, Shige-nii, you know that, right? And I'll always support you. I just want you to be happy."
She'd seen them and drawn the wrong conclusions, and even as he corrected her he was grateful for her, for how accepting of his bizarre romantic choice she'd been ready to be.)
(He caught a glimpse of Kishinuma not long ago, a raging red spirit who will never forgive his own inability to protect Shinozaki, herself gentle and blue and grieving the loss of the Kishinuma she died with.
He didn't care -
"I can feel your body heat!")
("Shige-nii -")
("Shige-nii, I know this doesn't make you happy, not really, I know you -"
Mayu - )
something hurts in Morishige's chest and he tenses and relaxes and pulls himself from Kizami's hold for just as long as it takes to whip around and grab him and bury everything in a new kiss and this is what makes him happy now.