|Coffee Or Tea?
Author: Kisatine PM
AUish. Shounen-Ai/Slash. EikexHomunculus. Sharing cups of coffee and tea with a non-human creature doesn't surprise Eike as much as the flashbacks he begins to have about this 'Homunculus', especially since he's kissing him in most of them!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 5 - Words: 8,423 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 08-22-11 - Published: 05-07-09 - id: 5046530
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Chapter 5 - Lisbeth Q
Eike gritted his teeth in exasperation, though there was a smile creeping up at the other's sneaky move, Homunculus must have used the Digipad to travel back and put in his own entries. He probably zapped off a second after the blonde had left the cafe.
Now, where could the demon be? Spinning up another trap for the immortal human?
"You can come out now, Homunculus."
Eike's room was what someone living in it would call 'cosy' to mask how little it was; there was a typewriter at the end of the camp bed, a radio in the corner, and a wardrobe next to the door leading off into the matchbox sized bathroom. The wardrobe opened with a tired moan and a pale hand reached out to push it further open; Eike had to stop himself from mentioning that Homunculus was 'coming out of the closet'.
"Hah, hah, Eike." Was the sarcastic mutter he got from the other. Ah well, it looked like Eike didn't have to say anything out loud at all.
The smaller of the two sat down on the bed with the blonde and leant against one of Eike's long legs.
"Do you understand what I wrote?"
The human dropped the book back onto the floor and shrugged; knowing he was probably going to be mocked as usual.
"Well, basically, you're saying this... Ku woman is going around feeding off of misery and because of this she's managed to break the fabric of the demon world."
"She got greedy." Homunculus replied. "We only started to notice problems when some of the weaker Djinns wasted away and died from a never ending melancholy."
"That can happen?" It sounded impossible to Eike; how could someone die from just being sad?
"Do you not watch romantic dramas?" Homunculus questioned. "Where the boyfriend or girlfriend dies and the person left behind becomes sick with the pain of losing them? The body gives up. Ku was finding the lesser demons and attacking their weak points."
"Their heart." Eike glanced over at Homunculus and wondered if the man besides him had a heart and emotions as well; it was hard to believe a being so cruel could have one. Yet the other was able to snicker and sneer, smile sincerely too.
Perhaps he should watch those romantic films to get a better understanding of this 'heart sickness'.
"I left the other dimension when her influence began to reach spiritual entities the same level as I, then - " Homunculus clicked his finger. "That world blinked out of existence, then back to life, until it was flashing back and forth into both states and unreachable -"
"You really need my help, don't you?" Eike interrupted, a smug smirk on his face.
The demon's lips pursed,
"I need a human; you're just one of the few who don't want to kill me."
"Unless you start being sarcy again, then I'll have the urge to strangle you all of the time."
"Don't ask me to be untrue to myself, dear."
Eike's eyebrows rose up comically and Homunculus stopped himself from rolling off the bed in a fit of laughter.
At least he had help now.
I saw Karoline Underhill, the secretary, coming towards the desk halfway into this hellish day. I tried to look busy in the hope that she'd walk away; considering everyone was in a mood I didn't want to have a row with this woman of all people. Trelweger I can handle, I just didn't know much about Ms Underhill to begin with; she might be crazy for all I know.
"Kusch." Damn. She sounded aggravated so I looked up nervously and tried smiling at her.
Her frown didn't drop.
"There didn't happen to be a girl hanging around outside? Eighteen - nineteen years old?"
"The girl from the cafe?" I was obviously right when I assumed the secretary was Karoline Underhill then.
"Yeah, Lisbeth, so she was here?"
"Not really." I mean, it didn't look as if she was waiting outside the journalism building. "I think Lisbeth was just passing and we got chatting."
"Oh, anything interesting?" Karoline leaned against the desk and finally awarded herself with a small smirk; her earlier ferocious appearance pouring out into something more neutral.
"Just that she knew you."
She got off the desk, just as I was considering poking her with my pen to get her up, her tone becoming bored. Karoline patted my arm.
"The boss is looking for you by the way."
I glanced at the office that I always had to walk past, the boss had stormed off to the vending machine an hour ago, he was probably slipping more nicotine patches on thighs; a sight I unhappily stumbled upon when walking into the men's toilets for a whiz and a quick chuckle over the messages people had left on the wall.
"He's not in the office -"
"I don't mean him it's the boss boss who wants to see you."
The one who gave me the promotion.
Karoline pointed to where the entrance hall sat in a grumpy welcome to everyone who visited; I could see the figure of a person. I assumed they were a woman because of how short they were; though they were too far away to really tell. I thanked Karoline and stood up to make my way over to the entrance.
As I walked past the sprawl of messy desks and coffee cups my eyes lowered, in an absent minded daydream, I suppose, and I let the strong sweet smell of the lavender overwhelm my senses. I could still feel the warmth of Karoline's hand on my arm but I could also feel other sensations on my body; as if my body was remembering a memory from long ago.
Something brushed my legs. Breath ghosted against my ear.
Yet there was nothing there.
Night had fallen far too quickly and so they were forced to do this; though Eike had been tempted to kick the other onto the floor. Compassion made him refrain however, he even let Homunculus have most of the covers, and the pillows.
Their legs had tangled together in the night somehow and the human had his arm wrapped around the smaller man; it reminded him of a child holding its dearly beloved doll tightly to himself. With a sigh he relinquished his grasp and turned around, not noticing Homunculus' smirk dropping as his source of warmth moved away -
I shook my head, wondering where these feelings were coming from, I've slept in the same bed as other people before when I had been late on the rent and needed a place to stay but I had no idea where this had taken place. The guy next to me in the memory had looked like that demon!
Though I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with him-
Let's get back onto topic. I must be away with the demons today - I mean faeries - I need to stop reading those occult books all of the time.
"Hey -" I was about to say more to the almighty boss but then snakes of a different emotion bloomed inside of me. I blushed as snapshots of images invaded my mind.
- His hand was cupping the back of Homunculus' head, fingers playing with the silken locks, and his tongue played with the corners of the other's mouth. A hand rubbed the back of his neck while canines just a little sharper than his nipped at his lower lip. -
"Hello, sir." I swallowed. Ignoring my thoughts.
I had changed my opinion on this person's gender, their back was turned to me, but their body was far too angular and small hipped. He wore a leather coat, which looked a little girly, with silver spray paint streaking the tails, and a cap the colour of vermillion.
- Eike's jacket had suddenly flown into the corner; he guessed it was Homunculus' tricks again. He was still struggling with the complicated buttons on his little amber eyed love's leather coat. It was amusing the demon greatly, making the passionate mood cheerful.
"That's the way it should be." Homunculus murmured as he undid the human's ponytail. -
The man was muttering into a mobile and as I approached, my cheeks blushing heavily, he switched the phone off; turning around to face me. He smirked and waved.
"What about this?" Eike began, leaning forward in the plastic chair, it was splattered with paint and blood. "We could start up a paranormal magazine, and then, when each issue is released a copy gets sent to the Digipad. If something related to Ku or Lisbeth Quentin appears then we can dial in the time and investigate it."
Homunculus was sniffing the tea Eike was drinking, as usual, though he could not eat or drink he seemed to have a cat like obsession with smells. Ice cream and lavender being his favourites. He hmmed for a moment and nodded,
"It's seems the best course of action, love, but who will we hire?"
"Failed authors, people just getting into the writing scene, anyone who has a passion for finding stuff out. I know a lot of people in this area who fit the criteria."
Little did they know that fifty years after creation that the magazine Lunar would descend into a trashy gossip magazine.
Or that one memory less Eike Kusch, the creator, would be working there for a minimal wage.
It was on that day, as Homunculus was sorting out the business aspect of Lunar, that he saw Lisbeth Quentin in her little cafe Yon. To everyone in the area she was always known as Lisbeth Q; nobody knew who began it. She looked young yet there was a melancholy around her that spoke of a much older personality; the name Lisbeth wasn't really youthful among the Rockys and Katies that visited her cafe yet the elegant name was juxtaposed with that one letter after it. It sounded punky to everyone who heard the sharp 'Q'.
They always thought she was a weird one though.
Eike could see her through the kitchen window, she stood before it mixing something in a bowl, and she was staring ahead, straight through him, while tears stained her face and dripped into her batch of confections. Like an April shower. She didn't notice. Didn't care. He thought she hadn't even realised she was crying.
After I saw Homunculus in the Lunar offices I knew everything was going to Hell when the tea and cupcakes in cafe Yon began making people cry as they ate them.
Her misery was spreading again.