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02 May 2006 @ 09:45 pm
Ellipsis are our friends...[Closed]  
Character(s): Hitsu, Touga
Content: Hitsu decides to try and see if he can do anything to help Touga after what happened the night before. He wants to make a TV show called Dr. Hitsu. :D
Setting: Library
Time: Late night Hitsu's a vampire. Shhhh!
Warnings:Angsty crud, fluffiness, hints of sexual intercourse, etc.


In truth, after the night before Hitsu's mind was quite in a jumble. His common sense and emotions conflicting with each other to create a horrible feeling of butterflies performing a circus act on speed in his stomach. He had tried all day to avoid the situation but in the end he found himself right where it had all began.

Of course, if he was this bad as it was – there was no telling how Touga was feeling after the night’s events. Hitsu wondered vaguely if the elder man actually recollected what happened when he had changed into the small child version of himself. With any luck, the elder man’s episode may have been different from his own – and he might actually recollect things that had happened then.

Yet.. was it such a good thing to remember what happened..? In a sense, the younger one didn’t want Touga to remember anything. He had opened up a little too much. Showed too much emotions. Yet it wasn’t as if this time was any different.

He couldn’t hide the nervousness and conflict within him as he whispered the other’s name. “Touga..” his lips quivered slightly as the name passed through a second time. What the hell was he thinking, calling out for someone who probably wasn’t here..?

It wasn’t as though simply saying his name would conjure a spell to make him appear.


 
 
 
Hitsuabstractedmind on May 8th, 2006 04:49 am (UTC)
"Ah, sure..."

Hitsu had no qualms towards the idea of sitting down and chatting. However, he also felt the urge to draw. So he searched through one of the bags to pull out what seemed to be a small sketchpad and a pencil. With the two items in hand, he made it back to the bed, sitting himself next to the other.

Once he made it back he made a rather obvious discovery. "Ummm.." Hitsu blinked, quite clueless and child-like, "I don't.. know what to talk about really..."
winter_rosebud on May 8th, 2006 04:54 am (UTC)
Touga draped his arm loosely around Hitsu when the younger boy came to sit next to him, pleased that he'd come so close of his own accord. He was also pleased that Hitsu had brought out his sketchbook, which he'd just been wondering about earlier today.

Touga chuckled. "Well, why don't you show me some of your drawings? I'd love to see them. You can tell me about those."
Hitsuabstractedmind on May 8th, 2006 05:29 am (UTC)
Most of his drawings he kept to himself - hidden behind the tattered cover of the book. They were mostly for different reasons. The only person he had actually shown them to he had broke ties with years ago. No one had ever really taken much of an interest in what he drew anymore, so he was suprised when the other asked to see some of them.

"Sure." He openned up the book, skipping a page to come across a picture.
winter_rosebud on May 8th, 2006 11:57 am (UTC)
"It's your sister," Touga said gently. "Isn't it?" His arm around the other boy tightened a little in a half-hug. There were many things this portrait said about Hitsu's feelings about his sister, but Touga wanted the other boy to tell him himself.

"Was she still alive when you drew this?" he asked, knowing the answer already.

Touga's heart went out to Hitsu, which was an interesting phenomenon, considering he hadn't thought he possessed one before two days ago.
Hitsu: in the darkabstractedmind on May 8th, 2006 04:36 pm (UTC)
The other nodded solemnly in regards to the question. It, indeed, was a picture of his sister - the girl being the subject of many of his sketches and drawings. No matter how hard he tried to forget her she managed to seep back into his thoughts.

The embraced comforted him a small bit, even though he had seemed to come to terms with his sister's death. It was still a bit of a difficult subject to talk about.

"No." He answered the second query, a finger tracing over the paper. "I drew it two days ago."
winter_rosebud on May 8th, 2006 04:45 pm (UTC)
Hearing the tone of Hitsu's voice, Touga pulled him close so that their sides were pressed together with the redhead's arm around the younger boy. He tilted his head, resting his cheek against the soft blue hair as he gazed down at the sketchbook.

"This is how you see her now?" The background was so distinctive. "Where is this?" He reached down and tapped the windowsill, the candle gently with his fingertip. "At your inn?"
Hitsuabstractedmind on May 8th, 2006 05:07 pm (UTC)
His body relaxed a little against Touga's as he was pulled closer. The tension within him seeping out and he found it easier to talk the next time he spoke.

"It is somewhat of how I see her now, yes." He nodded. "When I was a kid I never noticed how much she kept inside. I didn't understand."

He took a small pause, sighing and closing his eyes before shaking his head. "It isn't at the Inn.. I don't think, well, that would be the best of places for her." A half-hearted laugh escaped his lips.

"I'm not sure where it is myself. In truth, I just made up the place when I was listening to a song. Kind of idiotic, really."
winter_rosebud on May 8th, 2006 05:19 pm (UTC)
"When I was a kid I never noticed how much she kept inside. I didn't understand."

"But now you do?" Touga prompted gently. There was such a turmoil of emotions in the other boy when he spoke about his sister, and Touga sensed it was intimately entangled in Hitsu's feelings about himself.

"Kind of idiotic, really."

"Is it?" Touga asked, a vague hint of reproach in his tone. He didn't like Hitsu calling himself idiotic. Especially when he was talking about a subject so close to his heart. "If you went there," he continued, sliding his finger gently along the edge of the paper, "could you see her? Maybe speak with her?"

Touga was personally familiar with surreal landscapes that lay across the boundary between the living and the dead. He knew from first-hand experience that they existed, could be created, shaped to a strong will. If a song had inspired Hitsu to create such a place either in his mind or out in the ether, Touga wanted him to think about the possibility that he could go there and see his sister if he wanted to, even if only for a short time.
Hitsuabstractedmind on May 8th, 2006 05:40 pm (UTC)
“Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t understand everything about her,” Hitsu admitted, his tone laced with guilt, “It took me a while to even catch on to the fact of how much strain taking care of me alone was putting on her. I only started to vaguely notice what she held inside in the few months before she passed.”

Upon the query afterward, he paused. If he went to that place, could he really have seen her again? If he looked deep into his mind would he be able to make her embrace tangible? The last time he had done such it had led to disaster. Denial overtook his mind and he wouldn’t leave that place. The boy refused to leave it even if it harmed the lives of others.

Someone, years ago, had saved him from his prison – showed him the truth. His sister would have never wanted her brother to have a criminal’s fate. She would have wanted him to go on despite it meant separation. She hadn’t wanted her brother to become a monster.

“I don’t believe I’ll be able to see her again for a while. The place where she is isn’t within my reach anymore. I don’t want to go back to there, not until I’m ready.” It obviously pained him to say this, yet his words were from his heart. He didn't want to see his sister in the form of a monster, a man who hadn't yet repented for his sins.
winter_rosebud on May 8th, 2006 10:54 pm (UTC)
"But how old were you?" Touga asked. A child couldn't be expected to understand what an adult, a care-giver...an older sibling did for him. And it was impossible to understand everything about another person, though one might want to...

Touga was surprised to hear Hitsu had already seen his sister after her death, but he realised he shouldn't have been. He wondered if the other boy would ever tell him about the experience.

"I don’t want to go back to there, not until I’m ready.”

Whether Hitsu meant dying in order to see his sister again or not, his statement had the same ring to it. Touga turned and put his other arm around the younger boy, drawing him close. "Good," he said. "Because I'm not ready to give you up to her just yet." He brushed his lips across Hitsu's widow's peak.
Hitsuabstractedmind on May 9th, 2006 12:22 am (UTC)
Age was not much of a matter to someone who cared not for it. Ever since his sister had died, he had stopped celebrating it all together. Life after she died was a complete blur to him, he was stuck in a cycle where insanity and guilt governed. He didn’t know how many years had passed while he was in this state and thus he could have been anywhere from nineteen to maybe even in his late twenties. But he did remember the date she died. Exactly one week from his ninth birthday.

He was stripped of these thoughts for a moment, however, when Touga once again spoke. The all too familiar redness reappearing on Hitsu’s face due to the gesture. He still, sadly, did not quite get what the other meant by his words.

The redness disappeared a bit after a moment as Hitsu decided to respond to the other’s question. “I was almost nine when she past away.” His body visibly shivered as he spoke these words, as if remembering what had happened that day.
winter_rosebud on May 9th, 2006 05:27 am (UTC)
Touga held him comfortingly as Hitsu began to tremble, firmly rubbing his back with one hand. "So young," he commented.
...
"I was eight when my father bought me from the orphanage."

If he expected Hitsu to share, it was only fair, right?
Hitsuabstractedmind on May 10th, 2006 12:44 am (UTC)

Hitsu had figured the other's past was not just beautiful roses and flower petals. For one had to suffer some pain to even begin to understand the pain of others. As he listened to the words the other spoke, he remembered what he had said a day ago – and it hit him quite suddenly. Like a slap to the face. Something quite negative happened after he was adopted.

A twisted smirk came across his face. “And then all went to hell and back, ne?”
winter_rosebud on May 10th, 2006 04:28 am (UTC)
"No." Touga smiled his distant, nonchalant smile. "Everything was beautiful. Like a dream."

Yes, he had been frightened, at first. It had hurt. But Touga had learned many important lessons from his father. Like that love hurts.

"I'd never imagined a house so grand could exist. My father did everything for me...as long as I did what he wanted."

Thinking about it, remembering, Touga was beginning to disconnect again. To go to that place where he had no feelings, where nothing could hurt him. The numb sanctuary he had found deep within his mind lying there in the garden that first time his father had forced sex on a sexually immature body.
Hitsuabstractedmind on May 10th, 2006 04:58 am (UTC)
Nausea pitted itself within his stomach as he turned his head to gaze at the other’s glass smile. Deep inside him, he doubted the honesty of those words spoken. The way the other talked about it was eerie, as though he was seeing it through a tinted window. Gut instinct told him to push the subject yet he pushed such aside in respect for privacy.

“A dream? That's quite ironic, really. ” He turned his head back towards the paper, eyes staring at it for a moment before closing. “Mine was more like a nightmare. A broken record that wouldn’t stop playing in my head. To me, at first it seemed like a dream but I didn’t know the difference at the time because I was simply part of it myself.”
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