Shu (shukoi) wrote in fictunes, @ 2008-02-11 21:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | characters: seishirou/subaru, fandom: tokyo babylon, theme: valentines 08, writer: shukoi |
[Tokyo Babylon] "Cake" , Subaru/Seishirou, worksafe
Title: Cake
Fandom: Tokyo Babylon
Character/Pairing: Subaru/Seishirou
Rating: R
Warning: Very mild gore
Music: The Extra Glens – Going to Marrakesh
Summary: Someone is thinking of Subaru on Valentine's Day
Comments: I've never posted a fic to a community before so treat me kindly? I got a little wordy.
It had been a very long day. He'd exercised three different spirits that day, with varying degrees of difficultly and the last had been a really pain, a presence that fought with every ounce of it's strength, which required the same of him. Still, Subaru never minded putting forth all of his efforts for work, even if it left him drained and hungry. His hotel seemed a long way away and it was actively snowing, but he'd already refused the offer of a ride from his client, he'd much rather walk on his own power. The city was awash in bright lights, a tourist sort of town but that didn't exempt it from the troubles that only an onmyoji could deal with. A blessing that; it meant that no matter where he went to follow Seishirou, he could always find something to occupy his time until he got another lead in what seemed like an endless chase.
Shaking his head, he crossed a street; he didn't really want to think about Seishirou right now. Ahead the hotel he was staying appeared, steadily getting closer with each step until he was through the door. He paused at the door to shake the snow off of his boots and coat before stepping into the lobby.
"Good evening, Mr. Sumeragi." The smiling face of a middle aged woman at the desk greeted him.
"Good evening." He replied, bowing his head slightly with a ghost of a smile on his lips as he stopped at the desk briefly out of sheer habit. "Have I received any messages?"
"No tonight, sir." The woman replied.
"Thank you." That was a relief really, he could head upstairs and just crash without worrying about calling his grandmother. To that end, he left the desk and headed for the elevator.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" The woman called out to him just as he pushed the call button to the elevator and he turned to look at her in surprise while the elevator door opened behind him. Frowning, he stepped inside the elevator and the door slid shut.
Valentine's Day? He never knew what day it was anymore, it seemed that keeping up with a calender sometimes was simply too much effort, he remained focused on his task at hand under most circumstances. It was Hokuto who'd always reminded him of what day it was, saw that he ate and that his clothing matched....
Hokuto....
'Happy Valentine's from your favorite and only sister!' Hokuto's brilliant smile flashed as she handed over a bright red bag that frothed with red and white curly ribbons."
'Thank you.'
'Well, open it!' She demanded immediately, leaning over his shoulder now as he tugged at the ribbons and opened to the bag to reveal a bag of assorted chocolate.
He looked up at her, his expression that of polite confusion, which only made her laugh. 'I... thank you.' He should leave it be but the confusion won out. 'I don't really like this kind that much.'
'I know! That's so you'll share.' Laughing she stole one of his candies.
A soft electric bell went off, signaling that the elevator arrived, which snapped him out of his reverie and he stepped off. Each step towards his room moved him from those memories of the past back into the present, where there was no Hokuto anymore and he traveled alone in search of her killer. Sadness, guilt and shame warred within him as he slid the key card to open the door to his room. It was one thing to hunt the man who killed your sister, it was another thing to be doing it because you couldn't forget how much you really loved him. He pushed the door open.
A sweet cloying fragrance assault his senses from the darkened room as he stepped inside; behind him the door swung shut with a soft click, enclosing him an almost suffocating pitch black. It smelled like... blood. He threw the light switch. The entire room brightened, revealing thick swaths of red that scrawled around the walls of the room. For a moment, his knees felt weak as the stench of blood became overpowering and he closed his eyes, taking a breath to remind himself that he'd seen worse then this. He opened his eyes and focused them, the stripes of red began to take shape, becoming letters.
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, SUBARU.
His heart and stomach both lurched at the greeting written there in the blood of... he didn't want to think about that and sat down on the first surface available, which turned out to be the coffee table. Some rustled near his hip. He turned and picked up a small rectangular box, wrapped in red paper and ribboned in pink. Morbid curiosity made him pull the ribbon and open the paper without tearing it, then open the box. Petite-fours. Little iced squares of cake lined the box, iced in white with red hearts drawn on the top in icing to decorate them. They looked homemade.
Damn Seishirou! Always one step ahead of him and always laughing. Subaru picked up one of the little squares and smashed it between his fingers, revealing that the cake inside was chocolate and smelled faintly of lemons too. He loved chocolate lemon. Somewhere, Seishirou was thinking of him. Dammit, that shouldn't make him happy but the fact remained that it did.
An hour later when Subaru checked out of the hotel, after scrubbing the walls clean, he threw away the box of cake in the trash can outside the hotel, all the pieces were uneaten except for the one he'd smashed. That one was conspicuously absent.
-Fin