Burn baby, burn.
In response to this and takes place after this (both links from dainty_ofcourse 's journal)
“It’s my burn pile.” Senri replied matter of factly, tossing a box of photographs onto the growing mound at the foot of the bed.
“No burning.” He returned stubbornly, plucking the decorated shoebox off the pyre pile. Someday he would want these...probably. Standing on his toes, Taiki reached up and slid the photographs onto a high shelf in the closet while Senri’s attention was elsewhere.
His aura was dismal...Every bright color that was trademark-Nakao was currently smothered by blacks and dark blue-greens and Taiki was at a loss. He was horrible at this and he felt so bad...Every time he’d come here -a mess over something concerning Shuichi or Akito- he’d been taken care of. And now he couldn’t even reciprocate.
Worrying his lower lip, Taiki turned and took up the broom he’d left at the door, leaving Senri to sort through the rest of the bedroom. There was nothing he could do at present, he decided, sweeping shards of a broken lamp into a small pile.
He’d been aware of the apartment’s silence for some time now. Unplugging the electric kettle, he carefully juggled both steaming cups in one hand and snagged the container of cream on his way to the bedroom.
Senri was curled up on his side at the edge of the bed, hugging a stuffed yellow mouse. The tea cups were deposited on the nightstand and Taiki stood watching him for a moment; despite the figure’s closed eyes the psychic could see the swirling colors of consciousness in Nakao’s aura. Sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, he awkwardly patted Senri’s narrow shoulder.
“I hate him.” The voice was small and brown eyes cracked open. “I hate him...I hate him...I HATE HIM...” Taiki could no longer tell if what he felt was his own sadness at Senri’s situation or if it was bleeding from the dark aura beside him. Urging the despondent man up, he handed the mug of tea over...It was known universally that tea made everything better.
They sat in relative silence; every once in a while Senri would sniffle and Taiki would pass over a tissue or offer a sympathetic smile. And when Nakao finally finished, his cup was taken and set aside and the psychic carefully grabbed his elbow, helping him to stand. Without a word Taiki began to strip the bed, wadding everything up and using the bottom sheet as a sack to carry it all.
“Come with me.” A duvet cover was half-hazardly dumped in Senri’s arms and he really had no choice but to obey... A quick stop in the kitchen and Taiki pulled the fire extinguisher out from under the sink and a box of matches from a drawer by the stove. “You wanted to burn something.” Taiki offered, answering the uncertain look Nakao was giving him. “Grab your jacket and things, we will be going shopping after.”
The area behind the apartment building was nothing more than a small triangular patch of concrete. Everything went into a pile and after three tries Taiki finally got the cotton lit.
“...Why are we burning my bedding?” Nakao finally asked.
“Won’t it be better to have something fresh? You will not think about ‘this is where we slept’ or ‘it smells like him’.” There was no response but after a few moments Senri slipped his hand into Taiki’s, holding it loosely.
“It’s my burn pile.” Senri replied matter of factly, tossing a box of photographs onto the growing mound at the foot of the bed.
“No burning.” He returned stubbornly, plucking the decorated shoebox off the pyre pile. Someday he would want these...probably. Standing on his toes, Taiki reached up and slid the photographs onto a high shelf in the closet while Senri’s attention was elsewhere.
His aura was dismal...Every bright color that was trademark-Nakao was currently smothered by blacks and dark blue-greens and Taiki was at a loss. He was horrible at this and he felt so bad...Every time he’d come here -a mess over something concerning Shuichi or Akito- he’d been taken care of. And now he couldn’t even reciprocate.
Worrying his lower lip, Taiki turned and took up the broom he’d left at the door, leaving Senri to sort through the rest of the bedroom. There was nothing he could do at present, he decided, sweeping shards of a broken lamp into a small pile.
He’d been aware of the apartment’s silence for some time now. Unplugging the electric kettle, he carefully juggled both steaming cups in one hand and snagged the container of cream on his way to the bedroom.
Senri was curled up on his side at the edge of the bed, hugging a stuffed yellow mouse. The tea cups were deposited on the nightstand and Taiki stood watching him for a moment; despite the figure’s closed eyes the psychic could see the swirling colors of consciousness in Nakao’s aura. Sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, he awkwardly patted Senri’s narrow shoulder.
“I hate him.” The voice was small and brown eyes cracked open. “I hate him...I hate him...I HATE HIM...” Taiki could no longer tell if what he felt was his own sadness at Senri’s situation or if it was bleeding from the dark aura beside him. Urging the despondent man up, he handed the mug of tea over...It was known universally that tea made everything better.
They sat in relative silence; every once in a while Senri would sniffle and Taiki would pass over a tissue or offer a sympathetic smile. And when Nakao finally finished, his cup was taken and set aside and the psychic carefully grabbed his elbow, helping him to stand. Without a word Taiki began to strip the bed, wadding everything up and using the bottom sheet as a sack to carry it all.
“Come with me.” A duvet cover was half-hazardly dumped in Senri’s arms and he really had no choice but to obey... A quick stop in the kitchen and Taiki pulled the fire extinguisher out from under the sink and a box of matches from a drawer by the stove. “You wanted to burn something.” Taiki offered, answering the uncertain look Nakao was giving him. “Grab your jacket and things, we will be going shopping after.”
The area behind the apartment building was nothing more than a small triangular patch of concrete. Everything went into a pile and after three tries Taiki finally got the cotton lit.
“...Why are we burning my bedding?” Nakao finally asked.
“Won’t it be better to have something fresh? You will not think about ‘this is where we slept’ or ‘it smells like him’.” There was no response but after a few moments Senri slipped his hand into Taiki’s, holding it loosely.