New Strange Multi-Chapter Fic Sample
That is probably the worse title subject I've come up with in a post -_-
ANYWAYS, I was talking to kayacape about a new fic that I am working on. I really don't want to be writing two things at once but I currently work on this when I'm feeling spacey writing Forever & Ever or what have you. I'm planning on writing a fantasy/magical/adventure Aoiha (what else is new?) mulitchapter fanfiction! So far, not a lot of it is written but what I have planned for it should be fun I hope. So, I'm sharing what I have written so far as a sample since not all if it is completely worked out.
I hope you enjoy it and please do share your thoughts, whatever they may be.
SAMPLE
It was to be a car accident-of all things. He hadn’t expected to die like that-not that anyone really expects an unexpected death, that would be ironic perhaps? Like everyone else it seems he believed that he would die beautifully in his sleep an old man stepping gracefully through the veil happy and fulfilled next to the woman of his dreams or perhaps he believed that he would die one of those truly tragic deaths, the ones you see in Hollywood films where someone contracts a rare form of cancer. He even fantasized at one point heroically dying in the midst of saving a helpless woman or child from a fire or the antics of a crazed man-usually these thoughts occurred to him while watching the news or reading some exciting comic book in the narrow aisle next to the other young Japanese men with their nose sandwiched in the middle of a cartoon world.
But alas, it was not to be any of these things.
It was 1:34 pm on a Wednesday afternoon during a dull late Spring day crossing the same intersection he crossed everyday of his life that it-the final moment happened. With his hands hanging limply on the wheel, he pressed his foot down evenly on the gas as the light changed from red to green and just as he inched out into the center of the crossing, a long black car came speeding. Before he knew what was going on, it had collided into him in a large metallic crash that sounded to the confused man like a thousand shards of tiny bits of glass raining all about him. And then this sound was replaced by the wrenching scream of metal folding onto itself. And then a thud. Then the ringing in the ears. Then the sensation of hot blood trickling down the side of his temple. Flashes of the grey sky through the broken windshield. And he couldn’t hear a thing although he had the sensation that a woman on the corner directly behind him had shielded the eyes of her young son as she cupped her other hand around her mouth to silent her own cries of horror. He could feel through the twisted body of the used Honda the vibrations of his car’s alarms and the nearby cars’ alarms beeping over and over and over and over like an angry heartbeat.
And just before 27 year old Shiroyama Yuu closed his eyes for good, the sight within them flashed several times like a television screen blinking before finally settling into black.
Naturally, that’s when I met him.
Sometimes I meet my wards-and yes, I do call them that in a mock Amazon with colorful birds flying overhead and waterfalls in the distance and the beautiful blue sky above. Sometimes I meet them in the somber Irish cemetery on a fall afternoon standing between the filigreed crosses and in the mist like a wise old priest (one can’t get more poetically heart wrenching than the Irish and I stand by that.) And sometimes depending on the particular soul, I am inclined to meet them even in fake strip clubs with all the beauties they fantasized about in those awkward teen years when they couldn’t help but smell bad-but for all the charming Mr. Shiroyama’s humor, he was far too much of a romantic to be met in a place like that. For him, I chose instead a playground in early Summer when the children free from the constraints of school played carelessly in the colorful plastic jungles and mothers and fathers and grandparents looked on with smiles and laughter at their young one’s antics. Not too far from where we met, the sea could be seen in the horizon and the scent of it threaded through the air peacefully like the benevolent force of nature that it was.
“You’re not in heaven,” was the first thing I said to him as I pulled out the long black cigarette holder and lit the tip of the tiny white stick that for eternity was perpetually at it’s in end. “But you are dead.”
He didn’t say a word. He turned and looked at me with wide eyes.
“Before you dare to ask, I am not God nor am I the Devil, I’m neither Demon nor Angel. I am my friend, a Reaper and it is pleasure to meet you,” I extended my fabulously white gloved hand across to him and waited for him to shake it. He instead, looked down at it and without interest looked away distracted by the children. Perhaps he could see himself in there playing with his old school friends one of those games whose rules are only known by the children themselves. “Kids, they don’t dare to disobey the rigid law code of their precious contests. If they held their parents in the same regard, you humans would be living in a Utopia. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Is this a dream?”
“No.”
“Then what is this?”
“This, my friend, my young handsome friend is none other than the veil itself!” I announced with the regular excessive amount of flourish. “Mr. Shiroyama, do not be put off my marvelous attire, it is merely a finely cut tuxedo and clever top hat, you are not and I mean not dreaming. I assure you. If you would like, I can pinch you? Isn’t that what you humans normally do? I can see that what before you is causing you great emotional distress. You know it is true what they say, that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. But lo, what is this! This isn’t a memory although it feels like one to you, doesn’t it?
No matter where I am, for the fallen it always feels like a memory. Memories, ah memories, they are to us, the sweetest things but memories you know-not desire as the great Buddhists would believe are the true source of suffering. Without memory, we do not love, we do not long and without love, we feel no pain, no agony. Wouldn’t you say, Mr. Shiroyama that it isn’t the horrible memories that cause you the most heartbreak but the good ones? The ones that make you feel the most alive and in turn, make you realize just how fragile, how temporal life truly is. Wouldn’t you say, Mr. Shiroyama?
Look now at those children playing much like you were when were young. Blissful days those were when you were ignorant of death, of separation, of true fear. Children still believe in eternity and endless life.”
He seemed to have grown sad and he let his eyes fall to his hands. “What is the point of this?” he asked in all seriousness.
“BAH!” I exclaimed. “I was hoping that you would be more playful and funnier! You are quite the charmer. Will I not receive any of those charms?”
“Don’t toy with me.”
“Mr. Shiroyama, I am not toying with you.”
“Then why are you talking to me like this?”
“Memories, what is their true power? Don’t you ever wonder?”
“No, I don’t. I don’t wonder. I don’t care. I just want to know what’s going on,” he stood up now as if he could get up and walk away.
“Mr. Shiroyama, you are dead but you will die.”
“Excuse me?”
“Life is mysterious. The afterlife even more so. But the afterlife, has rules you see. Rules that like children’s games cannot be broken.” I stood up and walked ahead. Our short conversation was coming to an end and as was expected he was confused and a perplexed look lingered about his features as he watched me. “Life is interlocked, souls entwined together but memories, memories although they fuel life itself are personal things, lonely things when even the soul is not.”
The park around me had grown silent as it faded away into the white fog. In his vision, I knew I was the only thing that could clearly be seen and like a fixed object in the rushing line of vision, I stood out in clarity amidst the blur. “Please tell me what’s going on,” he begged.
“You have been given another chance. If you are willing to fight for it.”
“What?”
It is almost a cruel thing to withhold information from a wandering soul but to tell everything would be worse than cruelty and for his own sake, I merely smiled and said. “Mr. Shiroyama, let the games begin.”
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He never felt so much pleasure in his life, shooting up his body like a dark wave and he wondered as the image of the reaper in the top hat faded into the white glow if he was not in heaven. But he wasn’t a fool nor was he out of his mind. He knew this sort of pleasure well. It was the sexual kind and it possessed him so thoroughly, he gave up his sense of reason and let his body be plunged into its deep and sensuous waters.
He had come to consciousness with his eyes closed and when he opened them, he found himself in a dark room only to close them once more when he felt the soft wet body of lips dragging up the skin of his neck up to his ear to where he was kissed. Could this be a form of heaven? He felt between his legs, a thigh pressing up to his already erected penis and then a hand cupping its hardened form and sliding downward to his testicles where he was squeezed as a pinky, purposely separated from the rest of the hand, pressed up against the sensitive skin of his hole. Perhaps this was hell? And the demons there in an attempt to steal his soul caressed him the way he had always wanted to be touched knowing by their psychic satanic powers all his desires. Even the tongue that licked at his ear with almost cute puppylike repetition was the way he had always liked it-or perhaps, he realized at this moment that that was the way he liked it. And now as a hand moved up and down his penis, a leg wrapped around him almost sweetly and he could feel his toes being held by the others in a romantic squeeze as if the small digits were hugging.
He could sense the weight of his seductress as she lifted herself off of the bed and moved downward to where she engulfed his erection with her mouth. Her lips that had felt against his ear full and plush seemed against the sensitive skin of his penis, like ecstasy as she puckered them and ran them along the surface of the head erotically, kissing the tip without holding back. Whoever this seductress was, she was fearless and her desire for him was great. This must be heaven he thought when she began to suck him.
Yuu threw his head back and arched his body as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He felt as if his body was going to break and the moan that escaped his mouth was nearly inhuman.
Whoever she was, she was human because she was taken aback by his reaction and she lifted her mouth off him to see his face. Yuu opened his eyes, praying inside that she was beautiful and not some horrible creature out of a twisted Greek myth who sang like a goddess and kissed like a goddess but looked instead like an undead beast.
But what he saw only confused him. The face that was looking up at him in the semi-darkness of the room was indeed beautiful and despite its Asian features, the hair that surrounded it was long and blonde. The eyes themselves were dark and feline and the lips were full and shaped in a soft pout and the cheekbones, fine and angular. They were however somewhat masculine and he wondered as he gazed upon it if it were not the face of a divine creature whose androgyny was the product of both feminine and masculine beauty.
Without thinking, he lifted up his hand and touched their cheek, feeling beneath his hand the softness of the pale skin. “Beautiful.”
“Aoi, are you okay?” The voice was not at all what he expected. It wasn’t sweet or musical or light but most importantly, it was the voice of a man and he realized then that this creature was not a she nor was it an androgynous angel but a young, beautiful man. His eyes widened and he sat up as fast as he could as if the thing was a monster. “Aoi?” it said and tilted it’s pretty head.
“Aoi?” he repeated. Why was he-and yes it was he as he could tell from his naked form that sat up to observe him more clearly, calling him that?
“What’s wrong?” he asked once more.
“What do you mean what’s wrong? You’re a fucking man.” He nearly shouted at him.
The beautiful creature furrowed it’s brow in confusion at Yuu’s remark. “Of course I am.” Tilting his head to the other side, he asked “Are you okay? What happened? You were fine a minute ago…”
“Fine! Fine! What?!” Yuu finally looked around him. He was lying in the middle of a large and wonderfully adorned bed with dark velvet sheets. The room was furnished with all sorts of items, chests, dressers, tables, beautiful crafted boxes, paintings, sculptures, candles, clothes were thrown about everywhere. It was like some lair out of a fantasy video game where a prince slept.
The young naked man pouted in confusion and Yuu now with his senses somewhat in check observed him closer. He wasn’t any less beautiful than he had thought originally and the idea of it, made him feel light headed. He never insomuch as held another man’s hand and here he was, awaking in the midst of having sex with one-but perhaps what freaked him out was just how beautiful he found him. His face with its strangely shaped pouty lips was accompanied by a long, lithe body with a smooth torso that tapered off at the waist and he was free of any sort of body hair except for the pubic hair on his testicles. His hardened penis-Yuu was disturbed to find was actually beautiful as well in its soft pink color and it’s tasteful size neither too large nor small, it stood out in the middle of his lap like a erotic ripe fruit.
The beautiful creature acting like a lover might, leaned forward on his elbows and in an attempt to make Yuu feel better grabbed his ankle and started to kiss it sweetly. The romantic gesture threw Yuu into a deeper bout of confusion that only worsened when he realized that his eyes couldn’t help but be dragged to the creature’s butt as he swayed it from side to side suggestively. As he watched him, he felt his penis become so hard that it began to feel painful. All he could think about was fucking him. It didn’t even bother him at that moment with his intense arousal that it was a man-something that would normally disgust him. All he wanted was to hold him down and insert himself into him and fuck him.
He moaned pathetically and licked his lips.
No, this is too strange.
“Aoi, are you okay?” the young beautiful man asked as he dragged the tip of his tongue upward across the sensitive skin of his ankle.
“Why are you calling me that? Why am I here? Who are you?” he asked those questions so quickly that he himself could barely understand the words that were coming out of his mouth. His heart throbbed madly in his chest. His skin in confusion and in desire flushed and his erection ached. He felt at that moment so confused that he feared his head was going to explode.
“What? Aoi is your name…” When Yuu opened his eyes, the fear that appeared on the beauty’s face somehow calmed him. If this creature could feel fear than wherever he was, it was some place normal. “Baby, what happened? What happened?” Crawling quickly across the bed, he rushed over to Yuu and held his face in his hands as he observed his eyes, brushing Yuu’s long dark hair away from his face.
“Baby?”
“Do you have a fever?”
“I’m confused…”
“Nausea?”
“Where am I?”
“Aoi, look at me.” Yuu stared at him and for a quiet moment, the two men watched one another, their eyes locked on the other’s face.
Finally, Yuu said slowly. “My name isn’t Aoi. My name is Yuu, Shiroyama Yuu and I live in Tokyo.”
“Yuu?” The large cat eyes became so wide, the candlelight that filled the room reflected off of them like two black mirrors and Yuu, could see himself in them. It was his face and yet, his hair was a bit longer, extended past the usual chin length, the tips rested well past his shoulders. “Your name isn’t Yuu,” he shook his head no back and forth like a young child. “Your name is Aoi and you live here-where is Tokyo?”
He’s speaking Japanese. He doesn’t know where Tokyo is? “Tokyo, the fucking capitol.”
“Tokyo is the capitol of what?”
“Japan.”
The beautiful young man tilted his head so far it was nearly comical, the way a confused puppy might. “You must be under some sort of spell…” he mumbled.
Spell. Why is he acting like that’s completely normal?
“I-I just want to go home. So, uh…where am I?” Aoi looked around again at the magnificently lavish room.
“Kiokumachi.”
“What?”
“You’re in your house in Kiokumachi.”
This must be a dream. A crazy, strange dream. Maybe he was drugged? Maybe he ingested somewhere, somehow LSD. “My house? And…who are you?”
“Uruha.”
“Uruha? What kind of name is that?”
“My name.” He sat there perched like a cat as he replied, acting after coming to the realization that a spell was casted on him, perfectly normal. “I don’t remember my real name. I was given the name Uruha when I was 10.”
“I see…And…Uruha…why are you in my house?”
“We’re married.”
“MARRIED?!” Yuu laughed as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world.
“Mhm.”
“Married? Please…Yeah, right. I don’t..fuck guys, alright?”
Uruha didn’t seem to register what he said. Instead he stared at him blankly with his beautiful face and waited until he was done laughing. “We’ve been married for 7 years.”
“But you’re a man…”
“So.”
“How can….um…so apparently in Kiokumachi men can marry men?”
“Mhm.”
“What sort of weird place is this?”
Uruha merely pouted. He was at a loss as to what he should say and so he looked around at the velvet sheets, considering who he should go to in order to get Aoi cured of this spell. “We’ll go see Old Man Kuramoto tomorrow. He’ll be able to figure out the spell you are under and then you will feel better.” He spoke as if he were talking to himself.
Yuu watched him as the gentle candlelight danced off the pale surface of his soft skin. You’re married to him. You’re married to him. He couldn’t quite get passed it. How many times has he touched you and you touched him? Married? Does that mean you were in love? When Uruha looked up at him underneath his long eyelashes, Yuu felt in his chest a sharp throbbing of the heart.
“Who?” he suddenly realized that he had said someone’s name.
“Old Man Kuramoto. He’s a sorcerer. He should know what sort of spell you are under. He can help.”
Sorcerer. What the fuck. Did he step into some gay video game? “Um…okay.” What could he do? Being in his situation, after freaking out, he had to follow what trail was left for him. Was this the game the Reaper was making him play? Perhaps he was to prove himself in some way, a test as to whether he will live or die, or go to Heaven or Hell. “Look…you’re going to have to explain more to me, okay?” Yuu felt suddenly as if he were going to hyperventilate. As soon as his mind had wandered back to the life he knew, he felt the weight of the what was happening to him, crushing down on him until he could no longer bare it.
“Calm down,” Uruha said firmly. “It will be okay. I promise.”
“How-how-how…how is this real,” he looked around now like trapped animal searching for some sort of escape.
“Aoi-”
“Yuu! My name is fucking Yuu, okay?”
Uruha was taken aback by his sudden bout of anger. “Yuu…okay…I’ll call you that if you want. Trust me, it’s going to be okay,” he placed a hand gently on his arm.
He let his eyes fall to the where they were touching, skin on skin, naked, bare, exposed, vulnerable. “Why should I trust you?”
“Because I love you and I’ll never hurt you.”
“Love me…” Yuu had never been told that in his life and here those treasured words “I love you” were spoken like this, in this weird Wonderland, from the lips of a man and he could tell by the look in his catlike eyes and the innocent way that he uttered them that he had meant it. It thrilled and frightened Yuu all at once to be confronted by the rawness and bravery of this love confession and yet, he felt cheated somehow.
“Mhm. I love you,” Uruha moved in closer and put his hands once more on his face. “And you love me.”
“No, I don’t.” Yuu shook his head dramatically. “I don’t. I don’t know anything about you. I don’t like men, alright? I don’t love you.”
“Please don’t say that.” You hurt him. “Even if you think that, please don’t say it.”
Sadness on his face was so heartbreakingly beautiful. “I’m sorry,” Yuu said softly. Why are you apologizing?
“It’s okay. You’re just under a spell that’s all,” he smiled thinly and ran his hands through his dark hair lovingly. “Yuu, let me kiss you. Let me kiss your lips.”
“Why?”
He stated in response “Maybe if you let me, you’ll remember how much you love me.”
“Are you being serious or just romantic?” His beauty was nearly oppressive but what overwhelmed Yuu the most was not so much his body but the way he moved, the way he spoke, the things he said, his earnestness and his directness that were even in the brief moments that he knew him, so evident and it was so irresistibly charming.
And yet, he was actually very masculine.
You can’t possibly want him. He’s a man.
“Serious.”
“Serious?” Yuu wanted to laugh. How could he be serious? “You think your kiss is magical?”
He stared at him blankly. “Maybe.”
He’s fucking serious. “Um…okay, I don’t know if I can trust you. I think you’re out of your mind. Sorcerers, magic….”
“Let me kiss you and we will see.”
“Is that a challenge?” Yuu laughed, aghast. “I don’t care how ridiculously beautiful you are, I’m not letting you kiss me.”
“Just once.”
“No.”
“I’ve done everything there is to do to your body, a soft kiss on the lips is innocent.”
Was that some sort of threat? “No.”
“Aoi, stop this-I mean, Yuu…” He seems irritated.
Perhaps the typical thing one would expect of a woman would be to throw her hands up and give in, realizing that the best way to deal with the situation would be to stay off her desire and seek out help. There was no point in arguing with Yuu. But Uruha, following what was considered typical of a man pressed forward, believing that if he forced something long enough, it would break and give in. And so, in a moment when he was least expecting it, when Yuu as he was to be called now had glanced away, Uruha like a tiger catching it’s prey, pounced on him and began to kiss him.
Yuu was so startled that he laid there immobile for some time until Uruha pressed himself against him and he could feel the long body of his erection rub up against his own penis.
His kiss is so soft as he is moaning into Yuu’s mouth like animal who speaks without words. He lifted up his hands to this mouth and as he kissed him still, he ran the tips of his thumbs along the two peaks of his lips.
You can tell by the way he kisses you that he loves you.
“Get off me,” Yuu says as he pushes him away.
Defeated, Uruha sit up and nods. “Okay,” he says weakly and crawls off him and sits now with his back against the wall realizing that he was only pushing him away. Patience. Until you can see Old Man Kuramoto in the morning. Until then, Patience.
The two sat in silence for some time. Digesting all that had happened.
Yuu, if you are going to get through this, you are going to have to stay calm and remain in control. This is either a dream, a hallucination, or perhaps, the Reaper’s game.
“Is there really such things as spells and magic?”
Uruha turned and stared at him like he’s insane. “Of course there is. Are you mad?”
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ANYWAYS, I was talking to kayacape about a new fic that I am working on. I really don't want to be writing two things at once but I currently work on this when I'm feeling spacey writing Forever & Ever or what have you. I'm planning on writing a fantasy/magical/adventure Aoiha (what else is new?) mulitchapter fanfiction! So far, not a lot of it is written but what I have planned for it should be fun I hope. So, I'm sharing what I have written so far as a sample since not all if it is completely worked out.
I hope you enjoy it and please do share your thoughts, whatever they may be.
SAMPLE
It was to be a car accident-of all things. He hadn’t expected to die like that-not that anyone really expects an unexpected death, that would be ironic perhaps? Like everyone else it seems he believed that he would die beautifully in his sleep an old man stepping gracefully through the veil happy and fulfilled next to the woman of his dreams or perhaps he believed that he would die one of those truly tragic deaths, the ones you see in Hollywood films where someone contracts a rare form of cancer. He even fantasized at one point heroically dying in the midst of saving a helpless woman or child from a fire or the antics of a crazed man-usually these thoughts occurred to him while watching the news or reading some exciting comic book in the narrow aisle next to the other young Japanese men with their nose sandwiched in the middle of a cartoon world.
But alas, it was not to be any of these things.
It was 1:34 pm on a Wednesday afternoon during a dull late Spring day crossing the same intersection he crossed everyday of his life that it-the final moment happened. With his hands hanging limply on the wheel, he pressed his foot down evenly on the gas as the light changed from red to green and just as he inched out into the center of the crossing, a long black car came speeding. Before he knew what was going on, it had collided into him in a large metallic crash that sounded to the confused man like a thousand shards of tiny bits of glass raining all about him. And then this sound was replaced by the wrenching scream of metal folding onto itself. And then a thud. Then the ringing in the ears. Then the sensation of hot blood trickling down the side of his temple. Flashes of the grey sky through the broken windshield. And he couldn’t hear a thing although he had the sensation that a woman on the corner directly behind him had shielded the eyes of her young son as she cupped her other hand around her mouth to silent her own cries of horror. He could feel through the twisted body of the used Honda the vibrations of his car’s alarms and the nearby cars’ alarms beeping over and over and over and over like an angry heartbeat.
And just before 27 year old Shiroyama Yuu closed his eyes for good, the sight within them flashed several times like a television screen blinking before finally settling into black.
Naturally, that’s when I met him.
Sometimes I meet my wards-and yes, I do call them that in a mock Amazon with colorful birds flying overhead and waterfalls in the distance and the beautiful blue sky above. Sometimes I meet them in the somber Irish cemetery on a fall afternoon standing between the filigreed crosses and in the mist like a wise old priest (one can’t get more poetically heart wrenching than the Irish and I stand by that.) And sometimes depending on the particular soul, I am inclined to meet them even in fake strip clubs with all the beauties they fantasized about in those awkward teen years when they couldn’t help but smell bad-but for all the charming Mr. Shiroyama’s humor, he was far too much of a romantic to be met in a place like that. For him, I chose instead a playground in early Summer when the children free from the constraints of school played carelessly in the colorful plastic jungles and mothers and fathers and grandparents looked on with smiles and laughter at their young one’s antics. Not too far from where we met, the sea could be seen in the horizon and the scent of it threaded through the air peacefully like the benevolent force of nature that it was.
“You’re not in heaven,” was the first thing I said to him as I pulled out the long black cigarette holder and lit the tip of the tiny white stick that for eternity was perpetually at it’s in end. “But you are dead.”
He didn’t say a word. He turned and looked at me with wide eyes.
“Before you dare to ask, I am not God nor am I the Devil, I’m neither Demon nor Angel. I am my friend, a Reaper and it is pleasure to meet you,” I extended my fabulously white gloved hand across to him and waited for him to shake it. He instead, looked down at it and without interest looked away distracted by the children. Perhaps he could see himself in there playing with his old school friends one of those games whose rules are only known by the children themselves. “Kids, they don’t dare to disobey the rigid law code of their precious contests. If they held their parents in the same regard, you humans would be living in a Utopia. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Is this a dream?”
“No.”
“Then what is this?”
“This, my friend, my young handsome friend is none other than the veil itself!” I announced with the regular excessive amount of flourish. “Mr. Shiroyama, do not be put off my marvelous attire, it is merely a finely cut tuxedo and clever top hat, you are not and I mean not dreaming. I assure you. If you would like, I can pinch you? Isn’t that what you humans normally do? I can see that what before you is causing you great emotional distress. You know it is true what they say, that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. But lo, what is this! This isn’t a memory although it feels like one to you, doesn’t it?
No matter where I am, for the fallen it always feels like a memory. Memories, ah memories, they are to us, the sweetest things but memories you know-not desire as the great Buddhists would believe are the true source of suffering. Without memory, we do not love, we do not long and without love, we feel no pain, no agony. Wouldn’t you say, Mr. Shiroyama that it isn’t the horrible memories that cause you the most heartbreak but the good ones? The ones that make you feel the most alive and in turn, make you realize just how fragile, how temporal life truly is. Wouldn’t you say, Mr. Shiroyama?
Look now at those children playing much like you were when were young. Blissful days those were when you were ignorant of death, of separation, of true fear. Children still believe in eternity and endless life.”
He seemed to have grown sad and he let his eyes fall to his hands. “What is the point of this?” he asked in all seriousness.
“BAH!” I exclaimed. “I was hoping that you would be more playful and funnier! You are quite the charmer. Will I not receive any of those charms?”
“Don’t toy with me.”
“Mr. Shiroyama, I am not toying with you.”
“Then why are you talking to me like this?”
“Memories, what is their true power? Don’t you ever wonder?”
“No, I don’t. I don’t wonder. I don’t care. I just want to know what’s going on,” he stood up now as if he could get up and walk away.
“Mr. Shiroyama, you are dead but you will die.”
“Excuse me?”
“Life is mysterious. The afterlife even more so. But the afterlife, has rules you see. Rules that like children’s games cannot be broken.” I stood up and walked ahead. Our short conversation was coming to an end and as was expected he was confused and a perplexed look lingered about his features as he watched me. “Life is interlocked, souls entwined together but memories, memories although they fuel life itself are personal things, lonely things when even the soul is not.”
The park around me had grown silent as it faded away into the white fog. In his vision, I knew I was the only thing that could clearly be seen and like a fixed object in the rushing line of vision, I stood out in clarity amidst the blur. “Please tell me what’s going on,” he begged.
“You have been given another chance. If you are willing to fight for it.”
“What?”
It is almost a cruel thing to withhold information from a wandering soul but to tell everything would be worse than cruelty and for his own sake, I merely smiled and said. “Mr. Shiroyama, let the games begin.”
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He never felt so much pleasure in his life, shooting up his body like a dark wave and he wondered as the image of the reaper in the top hat faded into the white glow if he was not in heaven. But he wasn’t a fool nor was he out of his mind. He knew this sort of pleasure well. It was the sexual kind and it possessed him so thoroughly, he gave up his sense of reason and let his body be plunged into its deep and sensuous waters.
He had come to consciousness with his eyes closed and when he opened them, he found himself in a dark room only to close them once more when he felt the soft wet body of lips dragging up the skin of his neck up to his ear to where he was kissed. Could this be a form of heaven? He felt between his legs, a thigh pressing up to his already erected penis and then a hand cupping its hardened form and sliding downward to his testicles where he was squeezed as a pinky, purposely separated from the rest of the hand, pressed up against the sensitive skin of his hole. Perhaps this was hell? And the demons there in an attempt to steal his soul caressed him the way he had always wanted to be touched knowing by their psychic satanic powers all his desires. Even the tongue that licked at his ear with almost cute puppylike repetition was the way he had always liked it-or perhaps, he realized at this moment that that was the way he liked it. And now as a hand moved up and down his penis, a leg wrapped around him almost sweetly and he could feel his toes being held by the others in a romantic squeeze as if the small digits were hugging.
He could sense the weight of his seductress as she lifted herself off of the bed and moved downward to where she engulfed his erection with her mouth. Her lips that had felt against his ear full and plush seemed against the sensitive skin of his penis, like ecstasy as she puckered them and ran them along the surface of the head erotically, kissing the tip without holding back. Whoever this seductress was, she was fearless and her desire for him was great. This must be heaven he thought when she began to suck him.
Yuu threw his head back and arched his body as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He felt as if his body was going to break and the moan that escaped his mouth was nearly inhuman.
Whoever she was, she was human because she was taken aback by his reaction and she lifted her mouth off him to see his face. Yuu opened his eyes, praying inside that she was beautiful and not some horrible creature out of a twisted Greek myth who sang like a goddess and kissed like a goddess but looked instead like an undead beast.
But what he saw only confused him. The face that was looking up at him in the semi-darkness of the room was indeed beautiful and despite its Asian features, the hair that surrounded it was long and blonde. The eyes themselves were dark and feline and the lips were full and shaped in a soft pout and the cheekbones, fine and angular. They were however somewhat masculine and he wondered as he gazed upon it if it were not the face of a divine creature whose androgyny was the product of both feminine and masculine beauty.
Without thinking, he lifted up his hand and touched their cheek, feeling beneath his hand the softness of the pale skin. “Beautiful.”
“Aoi, are you okay?” The voice was not at all what he expected. It wasn’t sweet or musical or light but most importantly, it was the voice of a man and he realized then that this creature was not a she nor was it an androgynous angel but a young, beautiful man. His eyes widened and he sat up as fast as he could as if the thing was a monster. “Aoi?” it said and tilted it’s pretty head.
“Aoi?” he repeated. Why was he-and yes it was he as he could tell from his naked form that sat up to observe him more clearly, calling him that?
“What’s wrong?” he asked once more.
“What do you mean what’s wrong? You’re a fucking man.” He nearly shouted at him.
The beautiful creature furrowed it’s brow in confusion at Yuu’s remark. “Of course I am.” Tilting his head to the other side, he asked “Are you okay? What happened? You were fine a minute ago…”
“Fine! Fine! What?!” Yuu finally looked around him. He was lying in the middle of a large and wonderfully adorned bed with dark velvet sheets. The room was furnished with all sorts of items, chests, dressers, tables, beautiful crafted boxes, paintings, sculptures, candles, clothes were thrown about everywhere. It was like some lair out of a fantasy video game where a prince slept.
The young naked man pouted in confusion and Yuu now with his senses somewhat in check observed him closer. He wasn’t any less beautiful than he had thought originally and the idea of it, made him feel light headed. He never insomuch as held another man’s hand and here he was, awaking in the midst of having sex with one-but perhaps what freaked him out was just how beautiful he found him. His face with its strangely shaped pouty lips was accompanied by a long, lithe body with a smooth torso that tapered off at the waist and he was free of any sort of body hair except for the pubic hair on his testicles. His hardened penis-Yuu was disturbed to find was actually beautiful as well in its soft pink color and it’s tasteful size neither too large nor small, it stood out in the middle of his lap like a erotic ripe fruit.
The beautiful creature acting like a lover might, leaned forward on his elbows and in an attempt to make Yuu feel better grabbed his ankle and started to kiss it sweetly. The romantic gesture threw Yuu into a deeper bout of confusion that only worsened when he realized that his eyes couldn’t help but be dragged to the creature’s butt as he swayed it from side to side suggestively. As he watched him, he felt his penis become so hard that it began to feel painful. All he could think about was fucking him. It didn’t even bother him at that moment with his intense arousal that it was a man-something that would normally disgust him. All he wanted was to hold him down and insert himself into him and fuck him.
He moaned pathetically and licked his lips.
No, this is too strange.
“Aoi, are you okay?” the young beautiful man asked as he dragged the tip of his tongue upward across the sensitive skin of his ankle.
“Why are you calling me that? Why am I here? Who are you?” he asked those questions so quickly that he himself could barely understand the words that were coming out of his mouth. His heart throbbed madly in his chest. His skin in confusion and in desire flushed and his erection ached. He felt at that moment so confused that he feared his head was going to explode.
“What? Aoi is your name…” When Yuu opened his eyes, the fear that appeared on the beauty’s face somehow calmed him. If this creature could feel fear than wherever he was, it was some place normal. “Baby, what happened? What happened?” Crawling quickly across the bed, he rushed over to Yuu and held his face in his hands as he observed his eyes, brushing Yuu’s long dark hair away from his face.
“Baby?”
“Do you have a fever?”
“I’m confused…”
“Nausea?”
“Where am I?”
“Aoi, look at me.” Yuu stared at him and for a quiet moment, the two men watched one another, their eyes locked on the other’s face.
Finally, Yuu said slowly. “My name isn’t Aoi. My name is Yuu, Shiroyama Yuu and I live in Tokyo.”
“Yuu?” The large cat eyes became so wide, the candlelight that filled the room reflected off of them like two black mirrors and Yuu, could see himself in them. It was his face and yet, his hair was a bit longer, extended past the usual chin length, the tips rested well past his shoulders. “Your name isn’t Yuu,” he shook his head no back and forth like a young child. “Your name is Aoi and you live here-where is Tokyo?”
He’s speaking Japanese. He doesn’t know where Tokyo is? “Tokyo, the fucking capitol.”
“Tokyo is the capitol of what?”
“Japan.”
The beautiful young man tilted his head so far it was nearly comical, the way a confused puppy might. “You must be under some sort of spell…” he mumbled.
Spell. Why is he acting like that’s completely normal?
“I-I just want to go home. So, uh…where am I?” Aoi looked around again at the magnificently lavish room.
“Kiokumachi.”
“What?”
“You’re in your house in Kiokumachi.”
This must be a dream. A crazy, strange dream. Maybe he was drugged? Maybe he ingested somewhere, somehow LSD. “My house? And…who are you?”
“Uruha.”
“Uruha? What kind of name is that?”
“My name.” He sat there perched like a cat as he replied, acting after coming to the realization that a spell was casted on him, perfectly normal. “I don’t remember my real name. I was given the name Uruha when I was 10.”
“I see…And…Uruha…why are you in my house?”
“We’re married.”
“MARRIED?!” Yuu laughed as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world.
“Mhm.”
“Married? Please…Yeah, right. I don’t..fuck guys, alright?”
Uruha didn’t seem to register what he said. Instead he stared at him blankly with his beautiful face and waited until he was done laughing. “We’ve been married for 7 years.”
“But you’re a man…”
“So.”
“How can….um…so apparently in Kiokumachi men can marry men?”
“Mhm.”
“What sort of weird place is this?”
Uruha merely pouted. He was at a loss as to what he should say and so he looked around at the velvet sheets, considering who he should go to in order to get Aoi cured of this spell. “We’ll go see Old Man Kuramoto tomorrow. He’ll be able to figure out the spell you are under and then you will feel better.” He spoke as if he were talking to himself.
Yuu watched him as the gentle candlelight danced off the pale surface of his soft skin. You’re married to him. You’re married to him. He couldn’t quite get passed it. How many times has he touched you and you touched him? Married? Does that mean you were in love? When Uruha looked up at him underneath his long eyelashes, Yuu felt in his chest a sharp throbbing of the heart.
“Who?” he suddenly realized that he had said someone’s name.
“Old Man Kuramoto. He’s a sorcerer. He should know what sort of spell you are under. He can help.”
Sorcerer. What the fuck. Did he step into some gay video game? “Um…okay.” What could he do? Being in his situation, after freaking out, he had to follow what trail was left for him. Was this the game the Reaper was making him play? Perhaps he was to prove himself in some way, a test as to whether he will live or die, or go to Heaven or Hell. “Look…you’re going to have to explain more to me, okay?” Yuu felt suddenly as if he were going to hyperventilate. As soon as his mind had wandered back to the life he knew, he felt the weight of the what was happening to him, crushing down on him until he could no longer bare it.
“Calm down,” Uruha said firmly. “It will be okay. I promise.”
“How-how-how…how is this real,” he looked around now like trapped animal searching for some sort of escape.
“Aoi-”
“Yuu! My name is fucking Yuu, okay?”
Uruha was taken aback by his sudden bout of anger. “Yuu…okay…I’ll call you that if you want. Trust me, it’s going to be okay,” he placed a hand gently on his arm.
He let his eyes fall to the where they were touching, skin on skin, naked, bare, exposed, vulnerable. “Why should I trust you?”
“Because I love you and I’ll never hurt you.”
“Love me…” Yuu had never been told that in his life and here those treasured words “I love you” were spoken like this, in this weird Wonderland, from the lips of a man and he could tell by the look in his catlike eyes and the innocent way that he uttered them that he had meant it. It thrilled and frightened Yuu all at once to be confronted by the rawness and bravery of this love confession and yet, he felt cheated somehow.
“Mhm. I love you,” Uruha moved in closer and put his hands once more on his face. “And you love me.”
“No, I don’t.” Yuu shook his head dramatically. “I don’t. I don’t know anything about you. I don’t like men, alright? I don’t love you.”
“Please don’t say that.” You hurt him. “Even if you think that, please don’t say it.”
Sadness on his face was so heartbreakingly beautiful. “I’m sorry,” Yuu said softly. Why are you apologizing?
“It’s okay. You’re just under a spell that’s all,” he smiled thinly and ran his hands through his dark hair lovingly. “Yuu, let me kiss you. Let me kiss your lips.”
“Why?”
He stated in response “Maybe if you let me, you’ll remember how much you love me.”
“Are you being serious or just romantic?” His beauty was nearly oppressive but what overwhelmed Yuu the most was not so much his body but the way he moved, the way he spoke, the things he said, his earnestness and his directness that were even in the brief moments that he knew him, so evident and it was so irresistibly charming.
And yet, he was actually very masculine.
You can’t possibly want him. He’s a man.
“Serious.”
“Serious?” Yuu wanted to laugh. How could he be serious? “You think your kiss is magical?”
He stared at him blankly. “Maybe.”
He’s fucking serious. “Um…okay, I don’t know if I can trust you. I think you’re out of your mind. Sorcerers, magic….”
“Let me kiss you and we will see.”
“Is that a challenge?” Yuu laughed, aghast. “I don’t care how ridiculously beautiful you are, I’m not letting you kiss me.”
“Just once.”
“No.”
“I’ve done everything there is to do to your body, a soft kiss on the lips is innocent.”
Was that some sort of threat? “No.”
“Aoi, stop this-I mean, Yuu…” He seems irritated.
Perhaps the typical thing one would expect of a woman would be to throw her hands up and give in, realizing that the best way to deal with the situation would be to stay off her desire and seek out help. There was no point in arguing with Yuu. But Uruha, following what was considered typical of a man pressed forward, believing that if he forced something long enough, it would break and give in. And so, in a moment when he was least expecting it, when Yuu as he was to be called now had glanced away, Uruha like a tiger catching it’s prey, pounced on him and began to kiss him.
Yuu was so startled that he laid there immobile for some time until Uruha pressed himself against him and he could feel the long body of his erection rub up against his own penis.
His kiss is so soft as he is moaning into Yuu’s mouth like animal who speaks without words. He lifted up his hands to this mouth and as he kissed him still, he ran the tips of his thumbs along the two peaks of his lips.
You can tell by the way he kisses you that he loves you.
“Get off me,” Yuu says as he pushes him away.
Defeated, Uruha sit up and nods. “Okay,” he says weakly and crawls off him and sits now with his back against the wall realizing that he was only pushing him away. Patience. Until you can see Old Man Kuramoto in the morning. Until then, Patience.
The two sat in silence for some time. Digesting all that had happened.
Yuu, if you are going to get through this, you are going to have to stay calm and remain in control. This is either a dream, a hallucination, or perhaps, the Reaper’s game.
“Is there really such things as spells and magic?”
Uruha turned and stared at him like he’s insane. “Of course there is. Are you mad?”
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