[log] Oshitari Kenya, Oshitari Yuushi
Characters: Oshitari Kenya, Oshitari Yuushi
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13/blood-drinking, mild 'cest overtones
When/Where: during a class break, 08.18.2010/random classroom
What: Yuushi thought he was doing what would be best for his empathic cousin, but, two days in, Kenya's still not pleased about being at an academy.
It was a low, thrumming headache.
Not a painful one, really. And nothing like the surge of pain that had slammed into him earlier that evening, when the Night Class had left the Dusk Dormitory and made their way, en masse, to the classroom building. The human girls lining either side of the walkway had been loud, the adoration vocal, but it wasn't their screams that had driven stakes into his skull.
It was their emotions: sharp, piercing, unchecked.
He'd spent the entire walk at his cousin's shoulder, and had only separated from Yuushi when they'd had to part for their classes. By then the worst of the migraine had passed, but the pain still lingered.
And he'd reached his limit for proximity to other people. Kenya slipped out of class at break, turned down a random hall, and let himself into the first darkened classroom he came across. It was another lecture hall, unsurprisingly; Kenya dropped into a chair at the back of the room and tugged out his phone. A flick of a finger, and the screen blinked to life.
[ come find me. ]
Finding Kenya was a simple task. Yuushi had been keeping tabs on his cousin’s thoughts all evening, even though it was harder to do and took actual concentration when they were separated. Kenya had been in a lot of pain, and it was only the fact that his cousin hadn’t called for him that kept him from skipping class and tracking him down earlier.
Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to bring the empath into this school. Kenya might never learn how to shield the emotions of others from himself, but it was important to try. He just hated to think that he was torturing one of the only people he loved in the world needlessly.
That, and it had only taken him roughly six hours on campus to realize how much he wanted Kenya around. So he had his own selfish reasons too.
Slipping into the almost empty classroom, he easily found his cousin bent over a desk with his head down. Keeping his emotions carefully in check and as soothing as he could, he wordlessly moved a chair and sat beside Kenya, drawing the other vampire back into his arms, his fingers gently brushing aside blond hair to massage the other’s temple.
If it had been anyone but Yuushi, Kenya would have known from the moment the door opened. It wasn't just the other's scent - though that was familiar enough to the blonde - or even the way Yuushi's measured steps softly clicked across the classroom floor.
No, what Kenya recognized first was the calm that Yuushi projected. There were no sudden shifts from worry to amusement to anything else, no cracked facade leaking random emotions despite himself. Kenya exhaled deeply and didn't resist when Yuushi tugged Kenya against him. The blonde let himself be cradled while his cousin rubbed the spot of his temples that throbbed the hardest.
Typical Yuushi, really.
Kenya sighed deeply and slit his eyes open, gaze on the darkened ceiling. He wasn't as angry as he had been when he'd first stepped off the train. Tired, more likely, and there really hadn't been enough time for him to acclimate to the new environment. "Next time, give me more warning. Like... A month, at least, before you suggest shit like this to my dad."
"I’m sorry," Yuushi murmured. "I don’t have any excuse except to say I wanted you here." Slowly, he took deep breaths and let them out, gradually urging Kenya to do the same with him. He needed it too, in order to keep himself calm and his emotions even. "Are you very mad at me, Kenya?"
Kenya furrowed his brow and crinkled his nose in response. "Well, I'm not exactly thrilled with you right now, Yuu." There was a momentary flash of emotion from his cousin, too quick for Kenya to identify without prying. He didn't need empathy to guess that his blunt answer stung.
But lying to a telepath was about as effective as lying to an empath.
"You know I don't like stuff like this." One hand raised, motioned absently to the empty room. "There's too many people around. At least with mom's stupid parties, they end and everyone goes home."
“So you’re saying you would rather have been left at home? With your parents?” Yuushi attempted to tease him gently.
Kenya huffed and elbowed his cousin in the ribs. "Least then I can lock myself in my room when my head hurts and not deal with a bunch of screaming harpies every day," he pointed out, though his tone was mild. "No homework either."
“At least I’m here?” Yuushi smiled, stroking Kenya’s hair briefly. “You don’t find it interesting at all? Learning how to coexist with humans?”
Kenya slit his eyes open and tilted his head back to look at his cousin. "What's so interesting about it?" he wondered. "Seems to come down to 'don't tell them what you are' and 'don't feed from them'. One of which is common sense, and the other of which has us starving ourselves because our food is capable of speech and likes to complain."
He shrugged and made himself comfortable again. "Seriously, Yuushi, I don't need algebra classes to figure that out."
“But you came to keep me out of trouble anyway, didn’t you?” The telepath slipped his arms around Kenya, giving him a little hug. “You could have always said no...”
"There's no keeping you out of trouble, Yuushi," Kenya assured with a snort. The last of his headache was dissipating with Yuushi's calm close by, though the blonde resigned himself to it coming back the moment he walked back into that class full of people. "You'll find trouble, even if I try to stop you. And since I won't try to stop you..."
He trailed off, hmphed softly. "I did say no. Several times. My dad's got selective hearing."
“I did tell him it was your choice...I suppose I shouldn’t have mentioned that Atobe-sama was here,” Yuushi murmured, chagrined at his own actions. “Anything to climb the ranks, as usual,” he frowned. His parents were just as bad, and he was happy to be away from them.
"Of course." Kenya grinned, rueful. "I'm tempted to tell him Atobe-sama's in my class and then do nothing about it." It would be a fitting revenge, in Kenya's mind, if he could tolerate his father's constant complaints.
“Father was disappointed in me, that I didn’t manage to get into Atobe-sama’s class, myself,” Yuushi chuckled. “I imagine I’m already a disgrace.”
"Sucks to be you?" Kenya offered, although not unsympathetically. Their fathers were both unapologetic when it came to advancing their familial social status - and expected their sons to be the same. Perhaps, Kenya thought, if his father didn't simply see him as a means to an end...
Except even then, Kenya didn't care much for the social games that some of the aristocratic families played. And he'd always been vocal in his disdain.
"Speaking of sucking..." Kenya sat up and stretched his arms overhead, eyes shut just a moment before but he slit them to open to look at his cousin. "All this blocking is starving me, Yuushi."
“The blood tablets aren’t agreeing with you, are they?” Yuushi asked softly, fingers brushing Kenya’s other temple briefly. “They taste awful...I’m tempted to find an empty lab and work on the chemical composition of them,” he admitted. He had a theory that it wasn’t the substitute blood itself that made vampires sick or allergic of them. It might be the preservatives and stabilizers that kept it in tablet form. He was tempted to try, at any rate.
But that wasn’t what Kenya was suggesting, either. He was already tipping his head to the side, eyes half closed an watching his cousin. “You know its yours,” he murmured softly.
Kenya shook his head. "I don't think it's that, Yuushi." Even if he didn't care for the bitter taste of the blood pills, he'd yet to have a bad reaction to them. Sitting up fully, the blonde cracked his neck from side to side and turned to face his cousin. "I think I'm just using a lot more energy trying to keep under control, you know?"
He'd been drinking a lot more of the pills than he'd planned.
"If you want to do something with them, just make them taste better. They're nasty," Kenya complained as he slipped off his own chair and straddled his cousin's lap, then teased, "Maybe if you could make 'em taste more like you." Lean fingers pulled the collar of Yuushi's uniform out of the way, the blonde muttering his annoyance at their white shirts once again, before Kenya sank his fangs into his cousin's neck.
“So you’re saying you want everyone else to taste me?” Yuushi teased quietly as Kenya moved his collar. He slumped a bit more in the chair so that his cousin could sit more comfortably on him, draping the empath across his body and resting his hands on Kenya’s lower back. When the fangs slid into his skin, he let out a soft, shaky gasp, fingers curling into the blonde’s shirt.
“Ken...love...” he breathed, shivering at the pain and pleasure of it. He was sure this was how stories of incest permeated their lineage. He and Kenya had shared blood between each other for a long time now, so much so that they became jealous of the thought of someone else drinking from the other. It was so very intimate and sensual that there wasn’t a need yet to be any closer.
But the idea of it was still there. Yuushi knew that he loved Kenya above all else, even his own selfish being. But there were lots of different kinds of love in the world to experience, ones that he wanted to taste and savor before he chose his path in life.
Mouth still pressed against Yuushi's neck, Kenya growled and sunk his fangs in deeper in response. Wasn't planning on sharing them with anyone else, he pointed out.
And if it came down to sharing something like that, then everyone else could starve.
Kenya wrapped his arms around Yuushi, fingers curling into his cousin's hair, while he fed. It wasn't just Yuushi's taste that Kenya preferred; there was the feel of feeding from his cousin - the way he could sense Yuushi's pulse jump with every draw; the heavy, coppery warmth as it filled his mouth; the way Yuushi arched under him when Kenya finally drew back and licked the still-trickling wound. Subtle sensations, true, but Kenya had yet to find downing a bottle of diluted faux-blood in water to be nearly as satisfying.
Whoever had come up with those damn pills clearly was trying to take all the fun out of being a vampire.
The blood eased the last of the headache. Kenya pulled back from his cousin's neck, nuzzling the other absently like a giant, sated cat. "Yeah, babe? You okay?" he murmured, though the question was moot.
Letting out the last of his trembling with his breath, Yuushi, quick as a snake, snapped forward and bit Kenya’s neck. The amount of blood he took was minimal; it was more the act that satisfied him and the taste of his cousin in his mouth.
It wasn't that he wasn't expecting Yuushi's bite; it seemed to be the way this always went with them. Still, Kenya winced and hissed as Yuushi's fangs punctured his neck sharply. When the other pulled back, the blonde rubbed the side of his neck and checked the collar of the white shirt he wore. "Ass," he teased. "You could have just said you were hungry too."
“I did,” Yuushi smirked back. “Non-verbally counts.” He leaned up to lick the last trace of blood from the blonde’s neck and settled back. “Mm. We won’t be able to do that as much here,” he lamented, touching Kenya’s neck gently. “At least not on campus where others can smell it.”
Kenya groaned softly; he'd been avoiding even considering that little facet of this internment, and it was yet another strike against the school. A large one, at that. "So we find plenty of reasons to be off campus," the blonde sighed. "Town's not that far away, right?" And there had to be some privacy along the road between campus and the small city they were closest too.
“I heard there was a beach too,” the telepath smiled up at him. “I wouldn’t want to starve you, drinking only those tablets...”
Kenya hm'ed thoughtfully. "That might be more private than going into town." Which, for the purpose of feeding, was probably best; the fewer questions that they had to deal with, the better, right? "And I'm not gonna starve, Yuu," the blonde sighed, shifting on his cousin's lap so that he could rest his forehead on Yuushi's shoulder. "I just don't like the damn things. Maybe if I take 'em in something other than water..."
“Some of the others have been talking about putting the pills in other things. Cakes and cookies and such,” his cousin mused. At least he’d seen as much from online conversations between Jirou, Dan and others. “Or, I can put them in something else you’ll like...”
Kenya curled his nose. "Ugh. I'm not the Sugarplum, Yuushi," he pointed out, dry. While Kenya didn't have anything in particular against sweets - or his cousin who seemed to live on the stuff - he also didn't seek them out.
"Can't imagine they'd taste all that great in miso," he added, thoughtful. "Or, well... Anything. They're too damn bitter."
“I’ll work on it,” Yuushi promised, dropping a light kiss onto the corner of Kenya’s mouth. “I don’t want you to be miserable here, Ken-chan....”
"Does this mean you're going to be cooking?" Kenya raised a concerned eyebrow and deadpanned, "'Cause if so, I'm staying the hell away from the kitchen." He paused, considered. "If there is a kitchen that we can use."
Then, exhaling deeply, Kenya glanced away. "Yeah, well. You, of all people, Yuushi, should have been able to guess how I'd feel about this."
“I know.” The dark haired Oshitari sighed. “I only hope that you’ll give it a chance. It can’t all be bad. Even for us,” his lips quirked up. They could be rather snobbish when they wanted to be.
There were times that Kenya hated that he couldn't say 'no' to his older cousin. He could whine at him; he could bitch at him; he could even sulk. But refuse Yuushi?
Fuck.
The blonde deflated. "Fine," he relented. "Just don't expect me to be thrilled about being here anytime soon."
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13/blood-drinking, mild 'cest overtones
When/Where: during a class break, 08.18.2010/random classroom
What: Yuushi thought he was doing what would be best for his empathic cousin, but, two days in, Kenya's still not pleased about being at an academy.
It was a low, thrumming headache.
Not a painful one, really. And nothing like the surge of pain that had slammed into him earlier that evening, when the Night Class had left the Dusk Dormitory and made their way, en masse, to the classroom building. The human girls lining either side of the walkway had been loud, the adoration vocal, but it wasn't their screams that had driven stakes into his skull.
It was their emotions: sharp, piercing, unchecked.
He'd spent the entire walk at his cousin's shoulder, and had only separated from Yuushi when they'd had to part for their classes. By then the worst of the migraine had passed, but the pain still lingered.
And he'd reached his limit for proximity to other people. Kenya slipped out of class at break, turned down a random hall, and let himself into the first darkened classroom he came across. It was another lecture hall, unsurprisingly; Kenya dropped into a chair at the back of the room and tugged out his phone. A flick of a finger, and the screen blinked to life.
[ come find me. ]
Finding Kenya was a simple task. Yuushi had been keeping tabs on his cousin’s thoughts all evening, even though it was harder to do and took actual concentration when they were separated. Kenya had been in a lot of pain, and it was only the fact that his cousin hadn’t called for him that kept him from skipping class and tracking him down earlier.
Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to bring the empath into this school. Kenya might never learn how to shield the emotions of others from himself, but it was important to try. He just hated to think that he was torturing one of the only people he loved in the world needlessly.
That, and it had only taken him roughly six hours on campus to realize how much he wanted Kenya around. So he had his own selfish reasons too.
Slipping into the almost empty classroom, he easily found his cousin bent over a desk with his head down. Keeping his emotions carefully in check and as soothing as he could, he wordlessly moved a chair and sat beside Kenya, drawing the other vampire back into his arms, his fingers gently brushing aside blond hair to massage the other’s temple.
If it had been anyone but Yuushi, Kenya would have known from the moment the door opened. It wasn't just the other's scent - though that was familiar enough to the blonde - or even the way Yuushi's measured steps softly clicked across the classroom floor.
No, what Kenya recognized first was the calm that Yuushi projected. There were no sudden shifts from worry to amusement to anything else, no cracked facade leaking random emotions despite himself. Kenya exhaled deeply and didn't resist when Yuushi tugged Kenya against him. The blonde let himself be cradled while his cousin rubbed the spot of his temples that throbbed the hardest.
Typical Yuushi, really.
Kenya sighed deeply and slit his eyes open, gaze on the darkened ceiling. He wasn't as angry as he had been when he'd first stepped off the train. Tired, more likely, and there really hadn't been enough time for him to acclimate to the new environment. "Next time, give me more warning. Like... A month, at least, before you suggest shit like this to my dad."
"I’m sorry," Yuushi murmured. "I don’t have any excuse except to say I wanted you here." Slowly, he took deep breaths and let them out, gradually urging Kenya to do the same with him. He needed it too, in order to keep himself calm and his emotions even. "Are you very mad at me, Kenya?"
Kenya furrowed his brow and crinkled his nose in response. "Well, I'm not exactly thrilled with you right now, Yuu." There was a momentary flash of emotion from his cousin, too quick for Kenya to identify without prying. He didn't need empathy to guess that his blunt answer stung.
But lying to a telepath was about as effective as lying to an empath.
"You know I don't like stuff like this." One hand raised, motioned absently to the empty room. "There's too many people around. At least with mom's stupid parties, they end and everyone goes home."
“So you’re saying you would rather have been left at home? With your parents?” Yuushi attempted to tease him gently.
Kenya huffed and elbowed his cousin in the ribs. "Least then I can lock myself in my room when my head hurts and not deal with a bunch of screaming harpies every day," he pointed out, though his tone was mild. "No homework either."
“At least I’m here?” Yuushi smiled, stroking Kenya’s hair briefly. “You don’t find it interesting at all? Learning how to coexist with humans?”
Kenya slit his eyes open and tilted his head back to look at his cousin. "What's so interesting about it?" he wondered. "Seems to come down to 'don't tell them what you are' and 'don't feed from them'. One of which is common sense, and the other of which has us starving ourselves because our food is capable of speech and likes to complain."
He shrugged and made himself comfortable again. "Seriously, Yuushi, I don't need algebra classes to figure that out."
“But you came to keep me out of trouble anyway, didn’t you?” The telepath slipped his arms around Kenya, giving him a little hug. “You could have always said no...”
"There's no keeping you out of trouble, Yuushi," Kenya assured with a snort. The last of his headache was dissipating with Yuushi's calm close by, though the blonde resigned himself to it coming back the moment he walked back into that class full of people. "You'll find trouble, even if I try to stop you. And since I won't try to stop you..."
He trailed off, hmphed softly. "I did say no. Several times. My dad's got selective hearing."
“I did tell him it was your choice...I suppose I shouldn’t have mentioned that Atobe-sama was here,” Yuushi murmured, chagrined at his own actions. “Anything to climb the ranks, as usual,” he frowned. His parents were just as bad, and he was happy to be away from them.
"Of course." Kenya grinned, rueful. "I'm tempted to tell him Atobe-sama's in my class and then do nothing about it." It would be a fitting revenge, in Kenya's mind, if he could tolerate his father's constant complaints.
“Father was disappointed in me, that I didn’t manage to get into Atobe-sama’s class, myself,” Yuushi chuckled. “I imagine I’m already a disgrace.”
"Sucks to be you?" Kenya offered, although not unsympathetically. Their fathers were both unapologetic when it came to advancing their familial social status - and expected their sons to be the same. Perhaps, Kenya thought, if his father didn't simply see him as a means to an end...
Except even then, Kenya didn't care much for the social games that some of the aristocratic families played. And he'd always been vocal in his disdain.
"Speaking of sucking..." Kenya sat up and stretched his arms overhead, eyes shut just a moment before but he slit them to open to look at his cousin. "All this blocking is starving me, Yuushi."
“The blood tablets aren’t agreeing with you, are they?” Yuushi asked softly, fingers brushing Kenya’s other temple briefly. “They taste awful...I’m tempted to find an empty lab and work on the chemical composition of them,” he admitted. He had a theory that it wasn’t the substitute blood itself that made vampires sick or allergic of them. It might be the preservatives and stabilizers that kept it in tablet form. He was tempted to try, at any rate.
But that wasn’t what Kenya was suggesting, either. He was already tipping his head to the side, eyes half closed an watching his cousin. “You know its yours,” he murmured softly.
Kenya shook his head. "I don't think it's that, Yuushi." Even if he didn't care for the bitter taste of the blood pills, he'd yet to have a bad reaction to them. Sitting up fully, the blonde cracked his neck from side to side and turned to face his cousin. "I think I'm just using a lot more energy trying to keep under control, you know?"
He'd been drinking a lot more of the pills than he'd planned.
"If you want to do something with them, just make them taste better. They're nasty," Kenya complained as he slipped off his own chair and straddled his cousin's lap, then teased, "Maybe if you could make 'em taste more like you." Lean fingers pulled the collar of Yuushi's uniform out of the way, the blonde muttering his annoyance at their white shirts once again, before Kenya sank his fangs into his cousin's neck.
“So you’re saying you want everyone else to taste me?” Yuushi teased quietly as Kenya moved his collar. He slumped a bit more in the chair so that his cousin could sit more comfortably on him, draping the empath across his body and resting his hands on Kenya’s lower back. When the fangs slid into his skin, he let out a soft, shaky gasp, fingers curling into the blonde’s shirt.
“Ken...love...” he breathed, shivering at the pain and pleasure of it. He was sure this was how stories of incest permeated their lineage. He and Kenya had shared blood between each other for a long time now, so much so that they became jealous of the thought of someone else drinking from the other. It was so very intimate and sensual that there wasn’t a need yet to be any closer.
But the idea of it was still there. Yuushi knew that he loved Kenya above all else, even his own selfish being. But there were lots of different kinds of love in the world to experience, ones that he wanted to taste and savor before he chose his path in life.
Mouth still pressed against Yuushi's neck, Kenya growled and sunk his fangs in deeper in response. Wasn't planning on sharing them with anyone else, he pointed out.
And if it came down to sharing something like that, then everyone else could starve.
Kenya wrapped his arms around Yuushi, fingers curling into his cousin's hair, while he fed. It wasn't just Yuushi's taste that Kenya preferred; there was the feel of feeding from his cousin - the way he could sense Yuushi's pulse jump with every draw; the heavy, coppery warmth as it filled his mouth; the way Yuushi arched under him when Kenya finally drew back and licked the still-trickling wound. Subtle sensations, true, but Kenya had yet to find downing a bottle of diluted faux-blood in water to be nearly as satisfying.
Whoever had come up with those damn pills clearly was trying to take all the fun out of being a vampire.
The blood eased the last of the headache. Kenya pulled back from his cousin's neck, nuzzling the other absently like a giant, sated cat. "Yeah, babe? You okay?" he murmured, though the question was moot.
Letting out the last of his trembling with his breath, Yuushi, quick as a snake, snapped forward and bit Kenya’s neck. The amount of blood he took was minimal; it was more the act that satisfied him and the taste of his cousin in his mouth.
It wasn't that he wasn't expecting Yuushi's bite; it seemed to be the way this always went with them. Still, Kenya winced and hissed as Yuushi's fangs punctured his neck sharply. When the other pulled back, the blonde rubbed the side of his neck and checked the collar of the white shirt he wore. "Ass," he teased. "You could have just said you were hungry too."
“I did,” Yuushi smirked back. “Non-verbally counts.” He leaned up to lick the last trace of blood from the blonde’s neck and settled back. “Mm. We won’t be able to do that as much here,” he lamented, touching Kenya’s neck gently. “At least not on campus where others can smell it.”
Kenya groaned softly; he'd been avoiding even considering that little facet of this internment, and it was yet another strike against the school. A large one, at that. "So we find plenty of reasons to be off campus," the blonde sighed. "Town's not that far away, right?" And there had to be some privacy along the road between campus and the small city they were closest too.
“I heard there was a beach too,” the telepath smiled up at him. “I wouldn’t want to starve you, drinking only those tablets...”
Kenya hm'ed thoughtfully. "That might be more private than going into town." Which, for the purpose of feeding, was probably best; the fewer questions that they had to deal with, the better, right? "And I'm not gonna starve, Yuu," the blonde sighed, shifting on his cousin's lap so that he could rest his forehead on Yuushi's shoulder. "I just don't like the damn things. Maybe if I take 'em in something other than water..."
“Some of the others have been talking about putting the pills in other things. Cakes and cookies and such,” his cousin mused. At least he’d seen as much from online conversations between Jirou, Dan and others. “Or, I can put them in something else you’ll like...”
Kenya curled his nose. "Ugh. I'm not the Sugarplum, Yuushi," he pointed out, dry. While Kenya didn't have anything in particular against sweets - or his cousin who seemed to live on the stuff - he also didn't seek them out.
"Can't imagine they'd taste all that great in miso," he added, thoughtful. "Or, well... Anything. They're too damn bitter."
“I’ll work on it,” Yuushi promised, dropping a light kiss onto the corner of Kenya’s mouth. “I don’t want you to be miserable here, Ken-chan....”
"Does this mean you're going to be cooking?" Kenya raised a concerned eyebrow and deadpanned, "'Cause if so, I'm staying the hell away from the kitchen." He paused, considered. "If there is a kitchen that we can use."
Then, exhaling deeply, Kenya glanced away. "Yeah, well. You, of all people, Yuushi, should have been able to guess how I'd feel about this."
“I know.” The dark haired Oshitari sighed. “I only hope that you’ll give it a chance. It can’t all be bad. Even for us,” his lips quirked up. They could be rather snobbish when they wanted to be.
There were times that Kenya hated that he couldn't say 'no' to his older cousin. He could whine at him; he could bitch at him; he could even sulk. But refuse Yuushi?
Fuck.
The blonde deflated. "Fine," he relented. "Just don't expect me to be thrilled about being here anytime soon."