まほら (mahora) wrote in sessou, @ 2008-12-26 10:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | 50stories, nightmare, niya/sakito |
[50stories] Vanilla Moon - Niya x Sakito - 5/5
Title: Vanilla Moon
Theme: #12 Candle
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ni~ya x Sakito (Nightmare)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Comments: AU, very loosely based on the movie Bell, Book & Candle. Finished! I'm not sure I'm entirely happy with this last part, but it will do. X3
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Memories can be more poignant than the present, more painful than obsession. Niya felt the spell snap as soon as his false object of affection blurted the truth. He was angry at first, furious at the other man for his manipulative ways and for the continuing lie he had lived for over a month. Patching up his friendships afterward was proving to be difficult, no one truly believed Niya’s recent behavior wasn’t his fault. But, as he worked through his penance, the image constantly in the back of his mind was Sakito in the candlelight on their first night out, his quiet smile, moonbeams highlighting his perfect skin. Gradually, he began to miss his calm, unassuming presence. Perhaps walking by the apothecary was a mistake for both of them. Niya went anyway, one crisp morning, and found Sakito outside pulling weeds.
For the briefest moment, their eyes locked and Niya felt the familiar vertigo he experienced looking at Sakito before. He opened his mouth and pitched forward in a rush to say something, anything, but not a word came out. The opportunity was crushed when Sakito looked away, embarrassed and faintly melancholic, without so much as a hello, stranger. Vowing against the flickering flame in his heart, Niya wretched himself away without making a scene, returning home later that evening drunk and exhausted, to a note from his fiancée.
“Calling off the engagement are you? Bitch,” Niya muttered, staggering into his apartment. Deep down, he knew it was his fault for being so flippant with their agreement, and was only a matter of time before she found out about his exploits. His fault, all his fault…. Not bothering to undress, Niya collapsed on the couch and was fast asleep in minutes.
* * *
Rain drummed piteously against the windowsill outside, a bleak day turned into a miserable night. If only he had tried a little harder, Niya thought, maybe he wouldn’t be sitting alone with a cup of cold coffee and naught to do but stare at the rain. The date on the calendar was circled, for an engagement party indefinitely on hold. If only he hadn’t been so careless. If only, if only, if only. If only he hadn’t met Sakito.
Ah, Sakito. He could almost hear his gentle laugh, almost see his lithe figure moving toward the door. Lately, Niya took to wondering what he was up to, if he was seeing someone, and (on particularly lonely nights, when it was inappropriate to go drinking) what he was wearing. Funny how the rain could play tricks on the eyes, conjure near tangible ghosts of his memories. Or was that a specter at all? Leaning forward, Niya frowned, trying to see past his reflection in the window. Blowing out the lamp cleared his distorted visibility enough to see the figure wasn’t a mere figment of his imagination – Sakito was standing in the street, looking blankly up to his second story window.
Niya’s heart skipped and started to race. What was he doing here? And in the middle of a storm no less? Witches might like such things, he wasn’t sure, but witches were still human, and must be prone to illness and injury. Leaping out of his chair, Niya flew down the stairs two at a time, a tangle of incomplete thoughts and unanswered questions muddling through his head. This was insane; in an instant he convinced himself that Sakito couldn’t possibly be here, right now, that it was his eyes showing him what he secretly yearned to see. Yet, when the door pulled inward, he couldn’t deny it any longer.
Words didn’t escape Niya this time, “Come in before you catch cold,” he said simply, obeying the whim of his aching heart. Sakito shook his head at first, but patience and an open door paid off, and he was soon dripping all over the entryway, shivering like a frightened rabbit. Whether that was out of fear of him, from the cold, or a combination of both, Niya couldn’t say. It didn’t matter anyway, he felt only a calm benevolence toward the other man, ushering him up the stairs into the warmth of his living room.
Sakito complied without a sound, trying not to leave puddles, though that was inevitable with the state of his clothing. Niya flowed around him in a strange state of lucidity, thinking he finally understood the reasoning behind the entire mishap. The arrogant attitude he flaunted in excess finally got him what he deserved. Guiding his guest to the couch, he urged him to sit and threw a blanket around his shoulders before taking on the armchair across from him. Leaning forward earnestly, Niya resisted the urge to clasp one of the other’s pale hands in his. “I’m sorry…this is all my fault, isn’t it?”
“No…no, it’s fine. I honestly didn’t think the curse would work….” Sakito’s timid voice was somewhat lost in the folds of the blanket. “It was the wrong one anyway, I meant to give you boils. My guitar is out of tune.”
“Boils…?” Niya replied faintly, baffled and suddenly amused. He started laughing, seeing Sakito for the first time with eyes unclouded by lust and obsession. That simple melody returned to him, though it seemed unthreatening and distant now, as if the knowledge of what it was fortified him against its power. Sobering, he continued in a murmur, “You know, I would have deserved whatever you decided to do to me. I’m starting to see now what a terrible fool I was, and I’m sorry for dragging in you into this.”
Sakito said nothing, pulling the blanket closer around himself as if hiding. If there was anything Niya wanted more at that moment than to turn back the clock, he couldn’t think of it. But he would have settled for at least the briefest of glances from Sakito’s clear eyes. “I think…if you want…we could try to forget about what happened. Start fresh.”
“Are you sure?” Honest wishes are the ones granted - when Sakito’s eyes lifted to meet Niya’s, he felt relief and hopeful possibility wash over him.
“I don’t have anything to loose. And I miss you.” Missing was only a fragment of the whole. Somewhere along the way, despite the convoluted circumstances, the part of him that remained sane must have fallen for the slim witch with the twilight eyes. It was almost too much to hope that Sakito would be ready to feel the same.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Niya smiled.
fin