[ohkura/ryo] a modern myth (7/??)
A MODERN MYTH
by: lina (osakaromanesque)
genre: AU. futuristic-ish. mythical/mystical.
summary: Two men hold the power to save the world from an unknown evil, only if they joined their powers. But what happens when both men are sworn enemies? Two fates, two destinies intertwine. They will soon find out what it’s like when worlds collide.
a/n: Sorry for the delay D:
Tadayoshi stared at his reflection in the mirror that morning. He didn’t want to remember it, but the events that took place the night before were playing itself over and over again in his head, it was annoying. The fight between him and Ryo, the small banter he had with the shorter man in the bar, watching Hiroki interact intimately with Shingo like they’ve known each other all their lives and were most likely involved with each other.
Tadayoshi made a face and scooped up the water in the basin in front of him with his hands. He splashed the water onto his face. He looked up at the mirror and stared at himself again. Nothing has changed in the past three seconds. He was still Ohkura Tadayoshi. His destiny was still the same. He was still a Kami.
The only difference was his face was wet.
He wiped his face with the small towel draped at the side of the basin. He stepped out of the small bathroom and went to the living room. He shivered from the cold. Of course, it was already winter.
And one day left to his next fight with Ryo.
And apparently, six more days until the sun dies.
“Ah… this is annoying,” he muttered as he took out a black sweater from the cupboard.
“What is?” he heard a voice behind him. He turned around and saw his mother. “What’s annoying?”
“Nothing.” He shut the cupboard. “Hey, Okasan.”
“Hmm?”
“Was Ojiichan a good fighter?”
“Why do you ask?”
“I’m just curious.”
“Odd thing to be curious about.”
“Well, was he? A good fighter I mean.”
“Your grandfather never liked fighting. But when he does, yeah, you can say he was a good fighter. It’s like, it comes to him naturally.”
“What about Otousan?”
“He was a good fighter too. It runs in the family.”
“Ah. Right.” Tadayoshi figured as much. “Thanks, Okasan. I’m just gonna go open the workshop now, okay?” Tadayoshi slid open the door to the workshop.
“Tadayoshi,” his mother called.
“I found your grandfather’s Tonfas in your bike.”
“Ah, that…”
“Hiroki gave it back to you didn’t he?”
His mother knew. Of course his mother knew. “Yeah. Yeah, he did.”
His mother smiled. “Don’t die, hero.” She turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
“So what was that last night?” Ryo asked Shingo over the kitchen counter as he watched Shingo cooking.
“What was what?” Shingo asked without looking away from his cooking.
“With that cross-dressing gypsy. You guys looked like you’ve known each other very well.”
“Actually we do. Very well.”
“Do tell.”
“Since when were you interested in a life that isn’t yours?”
“Since I saw you and him playing leg sex under the table last night.”
“Oh stop sounding like you’re five, Ryo.”
“Oh, come on. Can’t you tell a brother your life story? Or should I say love life?”
Silence.
“Holy crap, you’re a fucking queer.”
Shingo was still cooking. “So what if I am?”
“This is something. So spill. What’s up with the leg sex?”
“Will you STOP calling it leg sex? It wasn’t leg sex. The booth was small and it is only natural that our legs will brush against each other.”
“You dodging the question is proof that something did happen between the two of you.”
Shingo turned the halogen stove off and turned to face Ryo. He rested one hand on the kitchen counter and the other one on his hip. “Long, long time ago, before the war happened, there were two gypsy families that went by the name Murakami and Uchi. Both families have been working together for a very long time and one fine day, were forced to be separated. The Murakami family stayed in the North, the Uchi family moved down to the South. The eldest boys from both families continued seeing each other in secret.”
“That would be you and Hiroki? But why the secrecy? I mean, weren’t gypsies on ‘good terms with each other’ or something like that?”
“Let me finish my goddamn story, will you? So anyway, long story short. Clan war happened, our families died, I had to live with you and so OBVIOUSLY I can’t bring him here.”
“Because it’s obvious that he’s from the South.”
“Good you’re catching on, Ryo.”
“So that’s why you occasionally disappeared…”
“But then four years ago, he broke it off.”
“Wait, you guys were…?”
“And here I thought you were paying attention. Yes, Ryo. We were in love. For the bigger half of my teenage life I have been screwing another man.”
“Why did he break it off then?”
“He couldn’t bring himself to be with me while sleeping with other people.”
“You haven’t gotten over him?”
“Can’t say I have.”
“Looks like he hasn’t gotten over you either.”
“No one ever said we stopped having feelings for each other.”
It was dark. It was cold. The streets that used to be filled with people walking and going on with their daily lives had turned into streets filled with dead bodies. Everyone was frozen. She looked up to the sky and couldn’t see the sun. It wasn’t there anymore. The sky was pitch black.
She heard a weak sob. She looked around for the source of the sound.
A mother was holding her baby in her arms, trying to keep him warm. She was shivering. The tears she had been crying were frozen on her cheeks.
She walked to her.
She held her hand out to touch the mother.
The moment her fingers touched the mother’s shoulder, she turned to dust.
Her eyes widened. She was shaking. She looked down at the dust.
A flaming skull.
Nozomi shook awake from her sleep, drenched in cold sweat. Her long black hair was wet, stuck to her cheeks. She pushed the strands away. She tried catching a breath but she couldn’t. Her heart was pounding hard. She placed a hand on her chest, trying her best to calm herself down. She closed her eyes, trying to focus her energy to calm herself down.
The flaming skull ‘danced’ in her mind.
She was shaking in pure fear. She sobbed and tilted her head back.
She let out a shrill scream.
Her glass window cracked.
Shingo shot awake from the sound of a female scream. He pushed away the covers and ran out into the hallway. Ryo was already outside his room. For a split second, they looked at each other before dashing towards Nozomi’s room.
The door was locked but Shingo kicked it open.
What he saw sent shivers down his spine. Nozomi was sitting up on her bed with her head tilted back. She was still screaming. The mirror on her dresser had shattered. The glass window continued cracking. Her hands gripped the sheets underneath, almost tearing them.
Ryo ran to Nozomi’s bed and wrapped his arms around her, telling her to stop screaming and that it was okay and that the both of them were there with her. But she didn’t stop. She didn’t stop screaming.
The glass window finally shattered into a million little pieces and Shingo was hit with a sudden splitting headache. He closed his eyes and pressed his hands at his forehead.
He saw a flaming skull.
“Shingo!” Ryo’s unusually loud voice snapped him back to reality. He looked up and saw Ryo still holding Nozomi. “What the hell is going on?!”
Shingo was sure that Nozomi saw what he saw. He ran out of Nozomi’s room and into his own. He opened his safe and took out a few bottles. He tossed their contents into the wooden bowl and ran back into Nozomi’s room.
“Get away from her!” Shingo shouted at Ryo.
“But-“
“JUST GO!”
Ryo released Nozomi and stepped away from the bed. Shingo hurled the powdery content of the bowl into the air and it formed a circle above Nozomi’s bed.
There was a blinding white light.
The screaming stopped and the circle of dust dropped onto the floor.
Nozomi fell unconscious.
Shingo dropped onto his knees, exhausted at the amount of spiritual power used. He could feel the powder under his hands. He found himself staring at the cobra ring on his pinky.
The Murakami family emblem.
“Ryo’s mother is pregnant, Shingo,” Ryo’s father told him when they were little. “Since you are a part of our family, treat the newborn as your own sibling.”
“That’s it, isn’t it…?” Shingo muttered.
The cold wind of the winter blew into the bedroom.
by: lina (osakaromanesque)
genre: AU. futuristic-ish. mythical/mystical.
summary: Two men hold the power to save the world from an unknown evil, only if they joined their powers. But what happens when both men are sworn enemies? Two fates, two destinies intertwine. They will soon find out what it’s like when worlds collide.
a/n: Sorry for the delay D:
Tadayoshi stared at his reflection in the mirror that morning. He didn’t want to remember it, but the events that took place the night before were playing itself over and over again in his head, it was annoying. The fight between him and Ryo, the small banter he had with the shorter man in the bar, watching Hiroki interact intimately with Shingo like they’ve known each other all their lives and were most likely involved with each other.
Tadayoshi made a face and scooped up the water in the basin in front of him with his hands. He splashed the water onto his face. He looked up at the mirror and stared at himself again. Nothing has changed in the past three seconds. He was still Ohkura Tadayoshi. His destiny was still the same. He was still a Kami.
The only difference was his face was wet.
He wiped his face with the small towel draped at the side of the basin. He stepped out of the small bathroom and went to the living room. He shivered from the cold. Of course, it was already winter.
And one day left to his next fight with Ryo.
And apparently, six more days until the sun dies.
“Ah… this is annoying,” he muttered as he took out a black sweater from the cupboard.
“What is?” he heard a voice behind him. He turned around and saw his mother. “What’s annoying?”
“Nothing.” He shut the cupboard. “Hey, Okasan.”
“Hmm?”
“Was Ojiichan a good fighter?”
“Why do you ask?”
“I’m just curious.”
“Odd thing to be curious about.”
“Well, was he? A good fighter I mean.”
“Your grandfather never liked fighting. But when he does, yeah, you can say he was a good fighter. It’s like, it comes to him naturally.”
“What about Otousan?”
“He was a good fighter too. It runs in the family.”
“Ah. Right.” Tadayoshi figured as much. “Thanks, Okasan. I’m just gonna go open the workshop now, okay?” Tadayoshi slid open the door to the workshop.
“Tadayoshi,” his mother called.
“I found your grandfather’s Tonfas in your bike.”
“Ah, that…”
“Hiroki gave it back to you didn’t he?”
His mother knew. Of course his mother knew. “Yeah. Yeah, he did.”
His mother smiled. “Don’t die, hero.” She turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
“So what was that last night?” Ryo asked Shingo over the kitchen counter as he watched Shingo cooking.
“What was what?” Shingo asked without looking away from his cooking.
“With that cross-dressing gypsy. You guys looked like you’ve known each other very well.”
“Actually we do. Very well.”
“Do tell.”
“Since when were you interested in a life that isn’t yours?”
“Since I saw you and him playing leg sex under the table last night.”
“Oh stop sounding like you’re five, Ryo.”
“Oh, come on. Can’t you tell a brother your life story? Or should I say love life?”
Silence.
“Holy crap, you’re a fucking queer.”
Shingo was still cooking. “So what if I am?”
“This is something. So spill. What’s up with the leg sex?”
“Will you STOP calling it leg sex? It wasn’t leg sex. The booth was small and it is only natural that our legs will brush against each other.”
“You dodging the question is proof that something did happen between the two of you.”
Shingo turned the halogen stove off and turned to face Ryo. He rested one hand on the kitchen counter and the other one on his hip. “Long, long time ago, before the war happened, there were two gypsy families that went by the name Murakami and Uchi. Both families have been working together for a very long time and one fine day, were forced to be separated. The Murakami family stayed in the North, the Uchi family moved down to the South. The eldest boys from both families continued seeing each other in secret.”
“That would be you and Hiroki? But why the secrecy? I mean, weren’t gypsies on ‘good terms with each other’ or something like that?”
“Let me finish my goddamn story, will you? So anyway, long story short. Clan war happened, our families died, I had to live with you and so OBVIOUSLY I can’t bring him here.”
“Because it’s obvious that he’s from the South.”
“Good you’re catching on, Ryo.”
“So that’s why you occasionally disappeared…”
“But then four years ago, he broke it off.”
“Wait, you guys were…?”
“And here I thought you were paying attention. Yes, Ryo. We were in love. For the bigger half of my teenage life I have been screwing another man.”
“Why did he break it off then?”
“He couldn’t bring himself to be with me while sleeping with other people.”
“You haven’t gotten over him?”
“Can’t say I have.”
“Looks like he hasn’t gotten over you either.”
“No one ever said we stopped having feelings for each other.”
It was dark. It was cold. The streets that used to be filled with people walking and going on with their daily lives had turned into streets filled with dead bodies. Everyone was frozen. She looked up to the sky and couldn’t see the sun. It wasn’t there anymore. The sky was pitch black.
She heard a weak sob. She looked around for the source of the sound.
A mother was holding her baby in her arms, trying to keep him warm. She was shivering. The tears she had been crying were frozen on her cheeks.
She walked to her.
She held her hand out to touch the mother.
The moment her fingers touched the mother’s shoulder, she turned to dust.
Her eyes widened. She was shaking. She looked down at the dust.
A flaming skull.
Nozomi shook awake from her sleep, drenched in cold sweat. Her long black hair was wet, stuck to her cheeks. She pushed the strands away. She tried catching a breath but she couldn’t. Her heart was pounding hard. She placed a hand on her chest, trying her best to calm herself down. She closed her eyes, trying to focus her energy to calm herself down.
The flaming skull ‘danced’ in her mind.
She was shaking in pure fear. She sobbed and tilted her head back.
She let out a shrill scream.
Her glass window cracked.
Shingo shot awake from the sound of a female scream. He pushed away the covers and ran out into the hallway. Ryo was already outside his room. For a split second, they looked at each other before dashing towards Nozomi’s room.
The door was locked but Shingo kicked it open.
What he saw sent shivers down his spine. Nozomi was sitting up on her bed with her head tilted back. She was still screaming. The mirror on her dresser had shattered. The glass window continued cracking. Her hands gripped the sheets underneath, almost tearing them.
Ryo ran to Nozomi’s bed and wrapped his arms around her, telling her to stop screaming and that it was okay and that the both of them were there with her. But she didn’t stop. She didn’t stop screaming.
The glass window finally shattered into a million little pieces and Shingo was hit with a sudden splitting headache. He closed his eyes and pressed his hands at his forehead.
He saw a flaming skull.
“Shingo!” Ryo’s unusually loud voice snapped him back to reality. He looked up and saw Ryo still holding Nozomi. “What the hell is going on?!”
Shingo was sure that Nozomi saw what he saw. He ran out of Nozomi’s room and into his own. He opened his safe and took out a few bottles. He tossed their contents into the wooden bowl and ran back into Nozomi’s room.
“Get away from her!” Shingo shouted at Ryo.
“But-“
“JUST GO!”
Ryo released Nozomi and stepped away from the bed. Shingo hurled the powdery content of the bowl into the air and it formed a circle above Nozomi’s bed.
There was a blinding white light.
The screaming stopped and the circle of dust dropped onto the floor.
Nozomi fell unconscious.
Shingo dropped onto his knees, exhausted at the amount of spiritual power used. He could feel the powder under his hands. He found himself staring at the cobra ring on his pinky.
The Murakami family emblem.
“Ryo’s mother is pregnant, Shingo,” Ryo’s father told him when they were little. “Since you are a part of our family, treat the newborn as your own sibling.”
“That’s it, isn’t it…?” Shingo muttered.
The cold wind of the winter blew into the bedroom.