[One-shot] Hearts on Fire
Hearts on Fire
Kisumai - Kitayama/Fujigaya
1010 words, PG, AU
The arena was packed, every tier filled with excited patrons, from noble to commoner, to anyone who could afford it. Even when the gates had been barred, there were eager faces pressed to the iron-wrought barrier in hopes of catching a glimpse of the exotic performances.
I saw a fire dancer last night and it was SO cool! And thus wrote fic about it. 8D;; haha, here are some videos, though I couldn't find anything with fan dances that were as impressive as the one I saw last night, but I really liked these ones and they should give you an idea of what Fujigaya's fire dance would look like. Fan dance! Not as cool, but still neat. :3 Also, Happy Birthday, Fujigaya! :D ♥
The arena was packed, every tier filled with excited patrons, from noble to commoner, to anyone who could afford it. Even when the gates had been barred, there were eager faces pressed to the iron-wrought barrier in hopes of catching a glimpse of the exotic performances.
And many performances there were, as the sun set on the city. There were jesters and acrobats, exotic animals and their daring handlers, and a whole slew of other strange and exciting sights. A two headed dragon and an Inked man, followed by a magician and his lovely assistant. There never seemed an end to the wonders this band of travelers could produce.
Kitayama enjoyed himself throughout, though this sort of performance was not quite to his taste. There was too much flash and show, rather than what Kitayama considered actual skill, but it wasn’t like he minded, roaring with his companions and the crowd as the troupe did its best to dazzle them all.
But as the night wore on, there was a strange buzzing that seemed to pass through the crowd with every act, growing louder and more impatient, as if somewhat unsatisfied with what they saw. Kitayama knew what they wanted, as he was here for that exact same reason. The noise became almost unbearable until suddenly every torch in the great amphitheater was extinguished except for a handful that lined the sand-filled arena.
A hush fell over the crowd as a lone figure appeared in the middle of the arena, for this is what they’d been waiting for. He was almost nondescript, dressed in plain black, his arms and feet bare. Kitayama sat close enough to see the delicate features and silky hair, his memory filling in the gaps as shadows flickered across Fujigaya Taisuke’s face.
The fire dancer held two fans of steel in his hands, slowly padding his way towards the torch that was nearest to the Prince’s box. Fujigaya dipped into a bow as he held one fan over the torch, letting one bundle of wicks catch fire before slowly withdrawing.
All eyes were on him as he slowly began to move, the fire slowly spreading across the edges of the fans as Fujigaya gently swung them above his head.
Somewhere in the dark came the beat of a drum and the sound of other instruments, giving Fujigaya music to dance to. They started out as a slow, strong beat, but soon the sound of an exotic stringed instrument soared above the rest and Fujigaya suddenly came to life.
The crowd came to life with him, roaring as he swung one of the fans into the air, watching it spin as it fell to the ground and catching it at the last moment. It had only been a few moments and he’d already enchanted them all.
“Quite the eye-catcher, ey?” one of Kitayama’s friends chuckled, leaning closer so as to be heard over the cheer.
Kitayama shook his head, grinning. “He always was.”
His friend was surprised. “You’ve seen him before?”
But Kitayama didn’t answer beyond a soft nod, as his friend’s attention had been inevitably drawn back to the arena and Fujigaya.
Whirling in the sand, Fujigaya danced, the fire blurring around him in the afterimage of wings. It was what had earned him the names Angel, and Nuriel, lord of fire. He let the fire dance over his skin, bringing the fan to lay right against his arm. For a moment, he was on fire himself, before he twirled and the fire was gone again.
He danced and the fire danced with him as his partner and lover. It licked over his body, illuminating his eyes. To please the crowd further, he even kissed the flames, smiling when the air rang with screams of wonder and approval when he pulled away unharmed.
There was something arousing about the performance and Kitayama couldn’t decide if it was something Fujigaya did on purpose or if it was Kitayama’s own intimate familiarity reminding him of everything. Maybe it was just both, because Fujigaya had been so enticing before and experience had only awakened a new sort of confidence within him, one that was beginning to awe even Kitayama.
He was becoming just as spellbound as the rest of the audience, even if he knew better. Fujigaya was smooth, sensual, inviting to both the fire and the audience’s attention, gliding his way through the sand so all could see the fiery magic.
They loved him. He so neatly captured them all that they would talk of him for months, years even, and it would be with admiration and wistfulness of the beautiful creature they had glimpsed that night.
What couldn’t be seen, but what Kitayama knew was there, were scars running along Fujigaya’s body, scars from the burns that marked the time when Fujigaya hadn’t known how to manipulate the fans and the fire as well as he did now. Before he’d become the beloved Angel, darling of the country.
He watched with rapt attention, now unable to look away as Fujigaya continued to dance. Effortlessly, as if he could dance the night away like this. Kitayama took it all in, and was amazed in his own way at how Fujigaya had grown. He was lovely, charming without even trying, and that to Kitayama made him as dangerous as the fire he wielded.
There was an ache in Kitayama’s chest and he realized that it had been a mistake to come, to see Fujigaya even if so much time had passed. Even now, Fujigaya brought out emotion, strong, suffocating emotion. Anger, passion, love, and hate, all of it for Fujigaya.
And yet he could not help but wonder - or rather, imagine - that Fujigaya still danced for him, like he had once before.
For once upon a time Kitayama had danced with Fujigaya as a partner and as a lover. Once he had kissed that skin and made those eyes light up with joy.
And like the fire, he’d once burned Fujigaya, leaving behind his own invisible scars.
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Note: Nuriel
Kisumai - Kitayama/Fujigaya
1010 words, PG, AU
The arena was packed, every tier filled with excited patrons, from noble to commoner, to anyone who could afford it. Even when the gates had been barred, there were eager faces pressed to the iron-wrought barrier in hopes of catching a glimpse of the exotic performances.
I saw a fire dancer last night and it was SO cool! And thus wrote fic about it. 8D;; haha, here are some videos, though I couldn't find anything with fan dances that were as impressive as the one I saw last night, but I really liked these ones and they should give you an idea of what Fujigaya's fire dance would look like. Fan dance! Not as cool, but still neat. :3 Also, Happy Birthday, Fujigaya! :D ♥
The arena was packed, every tier filled with excited patrons, from noble to commoner, to anyone who could afford it. Even when the gates had been barred, there were eager faces pressed to the iron-wrought barrier in hopes of catching a glimpse of the exotic performances.
And many performances there were, as the sun set on the city. There were jesters and acrobats, exotic animals and their daring handlers, and a whole slew of other strange and exciting sights. A two headed dragon and an Inked man, followed by a magician and his lovely assistant. There never seemed an end to the wonders this band of travelers could produce.
Kitayama enjoyed himself throughout, though this sort of performance was not quite to his taste. There was too much flash and show, rather than what Kitayama considered actual skill, but it wasn’t like he minded, roaring with his companions and the crowd as the troupe did its best to dazzle them all.
But as the night wore on, there was a strange buzzing that seemed to pass through the crowd with every act, growing louder and more impatient, as if somewhat unsatisfied with what they saw. Kitayama knew what they wanted, as he was here for that exact same reason. The noise became almost unbearable until suddenly every torch in the great amphitheater was extinguished except for a handful that lined the sand-filled arena.
A hush fell over the crowd as a lone figure appeared in the middle of the arena, for this is what they’d been waiting for. He was almost nondescript, dressed in plain black, his arms and feet bare. Kitayama sat close enough to see the delicate features and silky hair, his memory filling in the gaps as shadows flickered across Fujigaya Taisuke’s face.
The fire dancer held two fans of steel in his hands, slowly padding his way towards the torch that was nearest to the Prince’s box. Fujigaya dipped into a bow as he held one fan over the torch, letting one bundle of wicks catch fire before slowly withdrawing.
All eyes were on him as he slowly began to move, the fire slowly spreading across the edges of the fans as Fujigaya gently swung them above his head.
Somewhere in the dark came the beat of a drum and the sound of other instruments, giving Fujigaya music to dance to. They started out as a slow, strong beat, but soon the sound of an exotic stringed instrument soared above the rest and Fujigaya suddenly came to life.
The crowd came to life with him, roaring as he swung one of the fans into the air, watching it spin as it fell to the ground and catching it at the last moment. It had only been a few moments and he’d already enchanted them all.
“Quite the eye-catcher, ey?” one of Kitayama’s friends chuckled, leaning closer so as to be heard over the cheer.
Kitayama shook his head, grinning. “He always was.”
His friend was surprised. “You’ve seen him before?”
But Kitayama didn’t answer beyond a soft nod, as his friend’s attention had been inevitably drawn back to the arena and Fujigaya.
Whirling in the sand, Fujigaya danced, the fire blurring around him in the afterimage of wings. It was what had earned him the names Angel, and Nuriel, lord of fire. He let the fire dance over his skin, bringing the fan to lay right against his arm. For a moment, he was on fire himself, before he twirled and the fire was gone again.
He danced and the fire danced with him as his partner and lover. It licked over his body, illuminating his eyes. To please the crowd further, he even kissed the flames, smiling when the air rang with screams of wonder and approval when he pulled away unharmed.
There was something arousing about the performance and Kitayama couldn’t decide if it was something Fujigaya did on purpose or if it was Kitayama’s own intimate familiarity reminding him of everything. Maybe it was just both, because Fujigaya had been so enticing before and experience had only awakened a new sort of confidence within him, one that was beginning to awe even Kitayama.
He was becoming just as spellbound as the rest of the audience, even if he knew better. Fujigaya was smooth, sensual, inviting to both the fire and the audience’s attention, gliding his way through the sand so all could see the fiery magic.
They loved him. He so neatly captured them all that they would talk of him for months, years even, and it would be with admiration and wistfulness of the beautiful creature they had glimpsed that night.
What couldn’t be seen, but what Kitayama knew was there, were scars running along Fujigaya’s body, scars from the burns that marked the time when Fujigaya hadn’t known how to manipulate the fans and the fire as well as he did now. Before he’d become the beloved Angel, darling of the country.
He watched with rapt attention, now unable to look away as Fujigaya continued to dance. Effortlessly, as if he could dance the night away like this. Kitayama took it all in, and was amazed in his own way at how Fujigaya had grown. He was lovely, charming without even trying, and that to Kitayama made him as dangerous as the fire he wielded.
There was an ache in Kitayama’s chest and he realized that it had been a mistake to come, to see Fujigaya even if so much time had passed. Even now, Fujigaya brought out emotion, strong, suffocating emotion. Anger, passion, love, and hate, all of it for Fujigaya.
And yet he could not help but wonder - or rather, imagine - that Fujigaya still danced for him, like he had once before.
For once upon a time Kitayama had danced with Fujigaya as a partner and as a lover. Once he had kissed that skin and made those eyes light up with joy.
And like the fire, he’d once burned Fujigaya, leaving behind his own invisible scars.
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Note: Nuriel