まほら (mahora) wrote in sessou, @ 2008-12-26 10:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | 50stories, nightmare, niya/sakito |
[50stories] Vanilla Moon - Niya x Sakito - 3/5
Title: Vanilla Moon
Theme: #12 Candle
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ni~yaxSakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Comments: AU, very loosely based on the movie Bell, Book & Candle. I've had this done for a while, but no time to type it up. Sorry for the wait. X3;
Part 1
Part 2
Three days later the fever still plagued Niya’s skin, despite the medicine, though the strange concoction helped a bit. Each sip, each step he took brought increasingly intensified pangs of loneliness, of need for something he wasn’t sure of. The illness prevented him from going out, except back to the apothecary for more medicine. People he normally might have been pleased to see visited - his father, a drinking buddy, his fiancée - but their company failed to entertain the disconsolate Niya. All he knew for sure was, in the presence of the young pharmacist, if that’s indeed all he was, his symptoms mysteriously disappeared. Lingering at the apothecary seemed to be the only relief he could get.
Finishing his second and last cup of tea of the day, Niya swirled the dregs dispassionately in his cup. He would have to get more, and the idea sent a sensation much like a jolt of lightening up and down his spine. Not unpleasant, but unwelcome nonetheless. Sighing heavily, Niya slipped on his shoes and left the house, striking out for the apothecary with quick, sure steps.
While it wasn’t terribly far, the blocks seemed to drag by, hot and stuffy and boring. The city seemed lifeless despite the generous amount of people on the streets. Never too quickly, the familiar red door opened in front of him, revealing the shelves of oddities inside, and the beautiful face of the young man, concentrating on scraping old candle wax off the glass case. He looked up as Niya entered the room.
“Oh, hello. Out of tea again?” he greeted his customer mildly, with only a nebulous hint of distaste in his tone.
Like a cool breeze, the shade and scent of the room brought Niya’s temperature down to a more acceptable level. Nodding, he fished out some money from his pocket and mumbled, “Yes, please.”
“Perhaps it’s time to see a doctor. You don’t seem to be getting better.” The man busied himself with measuring out the tea plants, the barest shadow of a playful smile tugging the corners of his lips. “Unless you have some other reason for coming so often…?”
The idea charged into Niya’s head like a steam engine, and acted without thinking further. “Actually, I was wondering if you would have dinner with me tonight,” he blurted out in a rush.
“Dinner? But you don’t even know my name.” There was a disturbing lack of surprise on the delicate features of his face, but Niya didn’t stop to consider.
“Point taken.” Two steps brought him up to the counter, hand extended. “I’m Niya. Your name…?”
“Sakito…” he replied, reluctantly shaking hands. Their fingers touched, and again Niya felt the lightening strike through his body. He didn’t want to let go, perhaps kept their hands clasped together longer than was polite.
“Now that we’re not strangers anymore…” Niya spoke in quiet awe, “will you have dinner with me tonight?”
Sakito started to say something in earnest, then paused, appearing to change his mind.. On the other side of the counter, Niya waited, barely breathing, for his answer, praying it would be yes. “Well…sure.”
* * *
Niya waited for his dinner companion that night, watched by the vanilla moon as he stood impatiently, smoke from his cigarette illuminated eerily by its rays. Unable to stay still, he had left and hour early to pace the street in front of the park where they had agreed to meet. A million thoughts sped through his mind at once, and he couldn’t make sense of a single one. Niya was only sure of one thing, that he desperately wanted…no, needed to see Sakito again as soon as possible. Even then, he couldn’t comprehend the reason, only the desire itself.
Finally Sakito appeared, walking toward him bathed in light from the full moon. He waved hesitantly at Niya, pausing next to him to allow the other to finish his cigarette. “Lovely night, isn’t it?” Sakito said by way of greeting.
Glancing up to the sky, Niya was tempted to answer ‘not as lovely as you’, but his better judgment was screaming not yet. Instead, he replied guardedly, “Yes… Shall we go?”
The two walked in awkward silence after Niya had snubbed out his smoke; he stole secret looks at Sakito, resisting the urges to say or do stupid things. Next to him, Sakito’s eyes wandered around the scenery, seemingly hiding some amusement that Niya didn’t understand. They arrived at the restaurant, seated immediately due to Niya’s family status. It was Sakito that eventually broke the air between them, starling his companion from his glass-eyed stare.
“So…what do you do with your time besides stalk me?”
“Err…” It occurred to Niya that despite all his riches and social status, he still felt lost and powerless in the other’s presence. “Nothing really.”
“Nothing at all?”
“Well, my family is rich, there’s no need to work.” As he spoke, Niya thought the words he’d used so often to impress others sounded as empty and pointless as his life truly was. In a last ditch attempt to make up for it, he added, “I went to the local university for a while.” As if that would impress anyone, Niya thought ruefully.
Sakito’s carefully blank expression didn’t change and he gazed across the table. Candlelight danced across smooth skin, glittered in his soft gray eyes, and Niya’s contorted thoughts burned to touch, caress, possess. He shoved them away in fright. What was happening to him? Playboy or not, he’d never had such powerful emotions toward one person before. Again, Sakito’s gentle voice broke through his inner turmoil. “No hobbies? You must have friends, at least.”
“Yes, friends…” he answered absently, entranced by the movement of Sakito’s lips. “Fiancée, too.”
Whatever expression registered briefly on his face was gone again instantaneously, though Sakito seemed more reserved the rest of the meal. Niya didn’t care, he was happy to be in the other’s company, but a barely formed thought in the back of his mind said he wouldn’t be content with just eating together for long.