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Sensei (sensei_san) wrote in devils_tower,
@ 2008-11-27 19:20:00

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blaze, sensei

Week Eleven - Wednesday
WHO: Sensei and Blaze
WHAT: One's brooding, the other is homeward bound
WHERE: The Hospital
WHEN: Early evening,
RATING: R // NC-17ish...apparently they're really happy to see each other

The winter had passed far too slowly for Sensei's liking. Everything combined...the cold, the dwindling amounts of supplies and, personally for him, missing Blaze...it was all just too much. It made the days pass by at a sluggish pace and made it all the better when winter passed into spring. Things were better than they had been, but not enough for the Carrion to be better off than how they'd began. He wasn't sure just what else to do, most especially since a voice of a certain someone kept echoing in the back of his mind. Criticism after criticism after criticism. Blaze had been the one to insist that what Sensei was doing wasn't best for the tribe as a whole. The one who quite possibly had ideas to help the Carrion and make things better. But now that he was gone, the lonely leader was on his own in the decision making.

Then there was the fact that he'd missed Blaze in another sort of way. That time they'd been stuck in the basement had been on his mind just about every day. He'd loved the way it felt, his and Blaze's bodies so close. And then, of course...the kiss. The first and only kiss they'd ever shared and yet was a window for the mind to imagine what could stem from just that one kiss. The lust and general sexual frustration had not been displaced. In fact, if anything, it had only grown over the winter months. Sensei wanted Blaze rather badly. The only problem was, he didn't know if the feeling was mutual. Or if Blaze was ever even coming back.

Sensei was lounged at the base of the stairs on the first floor, just thinking. Thinking and brooding. Things were so different now, at least for him. Because there was a piece missing. There was no way of knowing if things would be whole ever again. Perhaps it was better to forget, but it wasn't as easy as it sounded. Especually after being around the one you were supposed to forget about for so long.

He chuckled to himself, the sound humorless. "Sensei, man...you are so pathetic. Who would have thought just one guy would end up making you feel like this?" Another chuckle.

"Pathetic."

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alexblaze
2008-11-29 01:47 pm UTC (link)

Blaze re-adjusted the weight of his backpack as he weaved through the rusting cars and vegetation that claimed the city streets of Sundance. The last time he’d set foot on these streets they were covered in snow. He much preferred it the way that it was now. Spring was a godsend for the tribes, especially the Carrion. Blaze was full of ambition and new ideas for the tribe and the warmer weather made everything seem possible. The two month journey he’d taken with his brother had calmed some of the anger inside of him.

The people they’d stayed with had reminded him so much of his circus family that he lost in the virus and he was reminded of a lot of things that he’d forgotten. It had scared him just how quickly and how much he’d changed in the last three years. He saw what he’d become in the faces of that tribe, they had called themselves The Free, as if they were a mirror reflecting back on him. He didn’t like what he saw and he was ready to change it, though he wasn’t sure that he could. He’d become to stuck in his ways, in the routine that was his life with the Carrion. He was also still determined to change things for the tribe, to improve whatever he could. Now more than ever, that was his priority. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do it but it would happen one way or another, that he was sure of.

The hospital came into view at the end of the next block and Blaze was smiling before he realized it. He thought that he’d never have the feeling of coming home. His entire life he’d lived on the road, traveling with the show. What he felt now must have been what normal kids felt when they returned from summer camp or visiting relatives. He forced his smile away, he wasn’t quite ready to admit just how much he’d missed this place, or who he’d missed…

He’d had a lot of time to think while he was on the road with his brother, and during that time he realized what was truly important to him. He discovered in his late night longings for Sundance that he cared about Sensei more than he ever realized before. Though they fought constantly, and had come to blows-right before he left even-he respected Sensei, and he cared about his well being as much as he claimed to care about the tribe’s. He hadn’t even spoken to Sensei since the basement incident, he hadn’t even told him that Hazard and himself were leaving. He wondered if he’d even be welcomed back into the tribe.

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alexblaze
2008-11-29 01:47 pm UTC (link)

The sun had set just as he’d seen the hospital and a few street lights blinked on with a weary buzz, some of them flickering on and off. Still, even without the lights he would have been able to see by the light of the moon and the path he was on now was very familiar to him. He climbed over the hood of one of the many cars that blocked the stairs leading to the hospital doors. He stood for a moment and looked up at the building that he’d called home for the last three years before he climbed the stairs. He was feeling much healthier than when he’d left his hungry tribe. The tribe they’d stayed with had had plenty of food and decent shelter so he’d filled out again and even managed to work out some showing the kids there the kind of tricks that Hazard and himself could do.

He swung his heavy backpack off his shoulders and slipped it in between the boards that made their front door. Only a few panes of glass remained on the front entrance of the hospital, the rest was boarded up and the Carrion liked to keep it that way. To get in someone either had to know with boards to shift or break the last remaining glass which didn’t leave them much room to climb in anyway as there were boards in the way of the whole windows as well. Blaze crouched and climbed in through the boards after he sat his backpack down inside, the contents making a heavy clinking sound.

He straightened himself up and went to reach for his bag when Sensei caught his eye. He shouldn’t have been stupid enough to think that there would be no one guarding the door at this hour. He was silent for a moment, merely staring at the face that he’d seen in seen in all of his dreams for the last two months. For some reason it popped into his mind just how strange it was that he didn’t know Sensei’s real name. Had he been told once and forgotten it? It bothered him now. The Free had had all of their real names still, they had said it was the only way to honor the dead. Blaze, however, had been known as such long before the virus and only his brother still called him Alex.

“Sensei.” He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, his gaze wandering from Sensei’s. Here was the moment of truth- would his brother and him be allowed back in the tribe?