FANFIC - Reanimate me 2a (Kyoki)
Title: Reanimate Me
Chapters: 2a/3
Pairings: KyoxRukixKyo, Kaix Uruha, past RukixMao
Genre: Highschool, Drama/angst
Rating: PG13 for this chapter
Warnings; Language, Mild violence
Summary:
‘Like I give a
flying fuck what a punk-ass freshmen like you thinks of me…you’re just a fucking kid.’
Takanori and his friends had heard a lot about the two seniors, Kyo and Die, and how they pretty much had the school population by the balls. Needless to say Takanori had expected something a lot more impressive than older boys in front of him.
In a word he was disappointed.
NOTE:This fic is going to have two alternative endings/pairings. The idea behind the alternative endings is that the reader can decide which main pair they want to read: either Kyo/Ruki or Ruki/Kyo.
Comment:
OMG I have had such a battle with writer's block on this one coupled with a lack of motivation when I do have inspiration. Well by popular demand (and the fact that I found this easier to write) part 2 is KyoxRuki. I am well into writting part 'b' in which Kyoki will occur, part is is more of a lead up to 'd-day' with a little more character development and tension building. (I can't seem to write characters just jumping each other with out there being an underlying reason in their personality to motivate them them to do so.) I know this isn't much but at least it is an update.
Chapter 1: Drowning in Apathy
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PART 2 - A - ‘Remembering the high’
It caught him by surprise; the strange feeling that shot up through his chest as he watched the brunette in front of him scowl. The pressure on his rib cage fanned a curious twist of excitement and humour that he hadn’t felt in a long time. And as he stood there against the wall he could feel it writhe around his stomach, stirring up a tingle in his blood that quickened his pulse and burned at his finger tips. It was strange but somehow thrilling in the way it corroded away at his apathy, breathing life into a side of him he thought had died.
Suddenly something frantically clambered up his throat to the back of his mouth where he caught it and struggled to hold it behind his teeth. It had been so long that he had forgotten how it felt rolling over his tongue, bouncing off the inside of his cheeks, but he knew better than to let it out now; even if he’d get a kick from it. Holding his jaw tightly shut, Kyo pursed his lips in to a serious thin line as he tried to resist the urge to laugh.
It was unexpected and pulled at the corners of mouth. For the first time in weeks he genuinely found something amusing and the small flutter of laughter trapped in his mouth banged its protests against the back of his teeth. It wanted out. But Kyo held on, as he let the angry brunette attempt to drive him further into the wall.
He found it hard to believe that this was the extent of the younger man’s strength. There was almost nothing to it once the momentum of the initial push was gone. To look at Kyo wouldn’t have taken the brunette for such a light weight. Sure Kyo had years and maybe even a few kilos on the brunette but that meant nothing when it came to holding someone against a wall. All that was needed was brute force - which the brunette appeared to be severely lacking. The force of his fist against Kyo’s chest had only just halved the blonde’s breathing capacity for Christ sake. Where was the intimidation in that?
It was disappointing really. The freshman had insulted him with such conviction and retaliated so physically that Kyo had half expected to have a fight on his hands, but this was nothing short of pathetic. It had been a full minute since the brunette had shoved him into the wall and so far the other had done nothing else. He just stood there with his hand fisted in Kyo’s collar, staring angrily, something that Kyo wouldn’t even dignify by calling it anything more than what it was: a joke.
For all his pride and arrogance the brunette wasn’t giving Kyo much reason to respect him. Not if this was all he was going to do. Conclusion, the freshman was an amateur with no control, who fed off sudden burst of anger and relied on underhanded surprise attacks. It wouldn’t even surprise the blonde if his attacker was naïve enough to think a punch to the face would be enough to shut him up. And if that was the case then the brunette was going to find himself sorely mistaken.
As he watched the brunette Kyo caught all the subtle tells in the younger boy’s expression. He could see the other falter as his anger battled it out with a myriad of emotions that were all vying for control.
The brunette’s brow creased briefly; the line so fine that Kyo wouldn’t have seen it if they weren’t so deeply entrenched in each other’s personal space. With the brunette so close the tightening in the freshman’s jaw was obvious to the senior. Kyo may not have been good at self-reflection but he made up for it with his keen eye; a skill that turned most people around him into illustrated novels; childishly simple to read.
A tick in the corner of the brunette’s right eye gave away his effort to clamp down on his thoughts. In its wake the cryptic glaze that had tainted the brunette’s eye when they first met slid in under his blue contacts. Less than half a metre from the freshman’s face Kyo could now see traces of what he had missed before. That elusive emotion that had sparked Kyo’s anger when they first met was within sight and even now incited a slow twist in the base of the senior’s stomach. Of course there was anger that much was clear, Kyo had struck an exposed nerve, but there was a strange tinge to the aggressive glow behind the tinted lenses. Something Kyo couldn’t quite read.
Frustrated by the vivid blue eyes’ refusal to divulge those last few emotions Kyo seized the other’s wrist squeezing roughly before giving it a sharp twist as he sidestepped from the wall. He met no resistance as he pivoted suddenly, making a grab for the brunette’s free arm. Digging his heels into the ground he drove the younger man in to the brick. The force of all his body weight behind him elicited a short pained grunt from the brunette as Kyo pinned him to the wall by his arms.
‘Really?’ the blonde cooed mockingly, leaning in closer till his tobacco laced breath splayed over the brunette’s face. ‘then what are you?’
The brunette glared back defiantly as he struggled against the senior’s stubborn hold. But Kyo didn’t let go even as the younger man growled a string of curses and empty threats under his breath. As he tightened his grip on the freshman’s forearms, feeling the muscles tense and ripple under the brunette’s cotton sleeves, a spike of excitement split down Kyo’s spine.
He’d missed this feeling and it wasn’t til this morning that he realised that. As he watched the brunette patiently waiting for the younger boy’s answer a curious thought came to mind. Why?
Why did this kid piss him off so much?
Pausing for a moment he wondered, yes the younger boy had slagged Kyo off, hit him and thrown him against a wall, big deal. Kyo would have beaten him to a pulp in a heartbeat without raising an eyebrow. And the brunette would deserve every punch the blonde had lined up ready to smash the brunette’s cocky mask. But this felt different. Kyo had raised an eyebrow so to speak and the adrenaline addicted part of him wanted him to take his time with the freshman as it glut itself on the excitement that pumped through his system.
‘Come on’ he egged ‘tell me what you are if not a piss-weak kid.’ Kyo leant forward even more as though leaning forward to hear the brunette’s answer, increasing the pressure on his captive’s arms as he watched the younger man try to hide a wince of pain. That excitement addicted corner of Kyo’s mind squirmed eagerly as its metaphorical coke tweaked at the base of his skull.
‘what was that?’ The little addict in his head wrung its hands together anxiously waiting for the brunette to give Kyo a reason punch him or hurt him and give it another hit.
‘I said, ‘better than a has-been relic like you.’
With that the freshman spat in Kyo’s face. Taking advantage of the distraction the brunette pulled himself free and made a break for it. With a disgusted grimace Kyo quickly wiped the saliva from his cheek and stepped after the brunette, landing his hand on the younger boy’s shoulder. With a jerk he yanked the brunette round, but a glancing back swing aimed at the blonde’s head instead caught the edge of his mouth. A lance of stinging pain cut across his mouth as one the brunette’s rings tore across the senior’s bottom lip.
Dragging the back of his hand along his lip Kyo wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. He should have been livid as he stared down at the streak of red on his skin, but his mind was silent. In one fluid movement Kyo’s body sprung into action. Once again he caught the retreating the brunette by the shoulder but this time gave him no chance to retaliate, kicking the younger boy’s feet out from under him.
Dropping to his knees, Kyo straddled the younger boy planting himself squarely on the brunette’s hips. His inner druggy squealed excitedly as the brief thrill of the chase reached it. Staring down at the freshman beneath him Kyo couldn’t help but smile. He felt powerful, in control, and he loved it. Had always loved it and couldn’t for the life of him figure out how he had become bored with it. This was who he was what he’d lived for. How could he have ever let it go in the first place?
Finally letting the laughter in the back of his throat free Kyo scoffed mockingly as he ground the brunette’s left shoulder into the concrete.
‘I’ll give you has-been.’ Kyo smirked as the fingers of his right hand curled slowly. It was a cheesy cliché line that seemed more like something Die would say, but he didn’t care. Kyo was going to enjoy breaking this punk’s face either way.
‘Mr. Nimura!’
Kyo froze, letting out a low aggravated huff as looked up at the teacher making their way to the two fighting boys.
Just his fucking luck.
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Scuffing the heel of his sneakers against the laminate floor Takanori stared at the grey faux marble design beneath his feet. It wasn’t interesting by any stretch of the imagination but if he levelled his gaze any higher than where it was now he would end up finding his eyes being drawn to the senior sitting across from him. And right now Takanori felt like he had seen enough of the blonde to last him for the rest of his life. But part of him couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly Kyo had taken him down and pinned him.
In that moment, when the angry senior knocked Takanori’s feet out from under him, the brunette saw a glimpse of the Kyo he’d looked up to. Strangely enough part of him celebrated that fact. By most people’s standards it is probably masochistic to be glad about being beaten up. Even for Takanori it was uncouth. But it wasn’t the beating that he was happy about; rather it was the life he saw in the senior’s eyes when he pinned the brunette to that ground that Takanori couldn’t stop thinking about.
Under the absent glaze of Kyo’s dark eye he watched the faint glow of anger smoulder away, burning away the edges of the older boy’s apathy. In the ashy gaps a glint of fire flickered against the back of his irises that seemed to demand the brunette’s respect. Even now he could still feel the chill that look had stirred beneath his skin. After the morning’s earlier disappointment Takanori now felt validated in his respect for Kyo, if only slightly. A brief scuffle was not enough to completely redeem the senior of his apathy but the potential in his actions gave Takanori hope that what he had been trying to emulate was not all gossip and exaggeration.
The clicking of the door latch snapped Takanori’s attention from the floor and the brunette looked up in unison with Kyo at the principal’s office. In the doorway stood a rather unassuming woman, her hand resting on the handle as she glanced over the boys. Her stature failed to cut an intimidating air with Takanori but the stern expression craved into her face more than compensated for the deficiency of her frame.
If the way she sighed as she led the two boys into her office was anything to go by then Takanori’s guess was that Kyo was no infrequent visitor. While the deliberate and familiar way the blonde sat down across from her said that he was completely comfortable in his surroundings as thought it were a second home.
Takanori on the other hand could feel his stomach sluggishly sinking into his hip cavity. His father was going to kill him for this. He just knew it.
‘Tooru Nimura,’ Kyo scowled at the use of his name. ‘I was wondering when you would be finding your way back into my office this year. I was beginning to think you’d finally decided to straighten out, but I guess that was just wishful thinking.’
Kyo scoffed, staring the principal down with a bored stare. ‘Save it Kajikawa and get to the good part.’
‘Fine,’ she bit off sharply, unperturbed by Kyo’s petulance. ‘weeks suspension starting now. Your father has already been called. I expect he should be arriving soon enough. Is that satisfactory Mr. Nimura?’
‘Just peachy’ Kyo spat before standing up and leaving the room, slamming the door behind himself. He wasn’t going to stick around long enough for his old man to come pick him up. Screw that. There was a reason why Kyo preferred to live with his mother; he hated the bastard he loathed to think of as his father. He had better things to do with his time anyway.