|In the Mausoleum
Author: Flower of the Flame PM
Toshio Ozaki has chronic nightmares, the contents of which he cannot seem to remember. When a rare strain of anemia resurfaces, he connects the two, and begins to search for a possible answer. Sort-of-AU/Attempted BL/Noir-esque/Post SeriesRated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Drama - Toshio O. & Seishin M. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 11,702 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 04-06-12 - Published: 02-15-12 - id: 7840513
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A\N: Deer LeeMae this is for you. You're really kawaii and sugoi. If I ever write a reel book this will be my dedication. But I'll probably make it sound more legitimate. OH! Yes. This chapter's song. I might as well reveal the title, because there is a bit of foreshadowing wrapped up in it. In addition to being one of my favorite songs, Elephant Gun has fantastic lyrics, and an interesting music video. The title "Elephant Gun" is meant to suggest a gun of high caliber, used in the hunting of elephants. I imagine that a gun like that would have a monumental kick. ANYWAYS.
Seishin stood in the doorway, bag in hand. It was an intended gift for the host. A bottle of wine, probably bought from a convenience store. He wasn't sure if it was an apology for arriving later than expected, or a formality derived from custom.
He let the jinrou in anyways, extending an invitation to his companion as well. Predictably, it was politely declined.
"You don't have to be so cold, you know." He offered to take Seishin's coat. There were two of them, a dusty gray-black thing (possibly leather, or some like material,) and a zip-up beige one underneath.
He shook his head. Apparently he was not going to stay for as long as Toshio expected. "You asked me to finish a job. Not keep you company."
The doctor opened his mouth to say something. He couldn't think of anything that sounded remotely pleasant. You don't have to be a dick about it? No. That would jeopardize the already-precarious position he was in. "… Ah… Right. This is your first time here, isn't it?"
"Want me to show you around?"
Seishin said nothing. He allowed himself to be led around by Toshio, perhaps in an attempt to avoid the drinks.
"This is the living room." He refrained from saying anything else. He let Seishin inspect the sterility that the white posed. The square couches with contrasting pillows thrown upon them, the specially-fitted curtains for the floor-to-ceiling windows that had cost a small fortune. He watched the other man's unassuming gaze, wondering whether or not the former priest was putting up a small façade. The scrutiny made him apprehensive, more than the implications that inviting a vampire into his home had.
At long last, he was answered with an "It looks nice." He had to doubt the statement. When he looked back over at his living room, he couldn't quite see what about it was nice in the least. It wasn't personal. And it wasn't beautiful. It had ever so slightly missed that mark. He shook his head, instantly regretting his decision to show the other man around.
He quickly revised his impromptu tour. He would skip the undecorated guest rooms, and the bathroom. The storage closet (used mainly as an alcohol cabinet) wasn't quite worth displaying either. Which meant that the only thing left to show Seishin was the alcove above the living room.
In his haste, he grabbed a bottle of liquor, hoping that there would be a chance for them to drink it on the bed. Despite his prepping for it, he hadn't actually thought the entire thing through. He invited Seishin over for drinks, yes.
And then what…? Seishin was going to leave early. And even if there was a slight chance that he did not… He had already said that much himself. He wasn't going to keep Toshio company, despite the doctor's own hopes.
He watched as Seishin approached the bed timidly. Toshio hadn't said anything yet.
"It's rather open, isn't it?"
He snorted. "Too old." He took a seat next to Seishin, throwing an arm around him. "What about you?"
The doctor laughed. "Good." He quickly added "We don't need any more distractions do we?"
"You invited me over for alcohol," the jinrou retorted. "Speaking of which…"
Toshio produced a bottle. He made a quick glance at the bedside table. It was going better than he thought. Perhaps if things kept up… He tried to clear the thought. He was in a committed relationship, and Seishin was a man. Whom he did not love. And he hadn't even bought lubricant… "Shit."
"Is something wrong?" He looked at Toshio with mild concern.
"Cups. Forgot the cups." It was a poor excuse.
"It's fine." He looked at the bottle expectantly. It made sense. The sooner he drank out of it, the sooner he was allowed to leave.
He took a sip out of it, and then passed it to Seishin. "I'm not the biggest fan of this house."
The jinrou passed the bottle back. "Doesn't seem like you. Too clean." He chuckled at that one. It was entirely true.
"We hire housekeepers. But no, that's not it. It's the city."
Seishin narrowed his eyes. "Don't tell me. You actually prefer living with your mother?"
Another laugh. The alcohol was working its way to his head. "No. Not like that. I mean… It's impersonal. I'm just fed up with it all. Girlfriend 'cause she's convenient, job, because I can't do anything else." He sighed, and fell backwards onto the mattress. "Maybe if I'd just fixed things with Kyouko… And tried to make peace with the damn vampires…"
Seishin shook his head. "I don't think it would have worked like that. I think Kyouko was the same, if I am allowed to pass a judgment." He set the bottle back on the night stand, and lay on his side. He was flushed. "And the village was always doomed."
He took a lock of Seishin's hair between his thumb and forefinger. "So, what about you?"
The jinrou grew redder. "Toshio… I'm not… I'm definitely not…"
"Is that a yes?" He pulled his friend closer. "Because…" He pressed a hand to Seishin's groin.
He laughed. "Really? I just told you I didn't like her."
"Doesn't mean you love me."
"Honestly? Shouldn't you wait until I'm done talking?" He sighed, sitting back up. "Open that drawer up for me."
"It's been a while." He complied, squeezing his eyes shut, when he saw the contents.
"You'll be fine."
"You don't have any…"
"I can make a trip to the convenience store." He grabbed a neatly wrapped package, and handed it to Seishin. "I'd prefer you use your mouth…" He winked.
Seishin grew even more red. "I have work tomorrow."
"I can drop you off." He shook his head. "Yes, or no? Because I can't imagine…" He jerked a thumb in Seishin's direction "That is very comfortable."
There was a little nod. "But… I'm not…"
He drew Seishin closer and gave him a kiss as a response. "It's fine." He ran a hand through the other man's hair.
It was going to be a long night.