{drabble} Lighthouse
Title: Lighthouse
Pairing: RyoKame / Bemu (Youkai Ningen Bemu) x Taisuke (Ryuusei no Kizuna)
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: There was once a time when Bemu knew how it felt to love and be loved.
Warnings: none that I can think of?
Note #1: written for pinkeuphoria1
Note #2: thank you to kamexkame for all her invaluable help ♥
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Hey~~ So I wrote something for pinkeuphoria1for her birthday!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISA!! <3 You're a wonderful friend and a wonderful manager (seriously people, if it weren't for Isa, there are probably a whole bunch of fics that I would never have gotten so far on/ never would have finished. She really does poke me to write things when I get lazy XDD although I wouldn't have joined those 2 fic challenges this year if it weren't for her too XDD) Hope you have a happy birthday and that you like this fic Isa!!! ♥♥♥♥
And also, thank you to kamexkame for all her help with editing and looking over this fic (essentially being my beta for this fic <3). I really appreciate your help dear <3333333
Note to readers: before you read the fic: this fic has a time skip after the first scene, as you'll be able to tell once you read. The first scene takes place 2 years earlier, as Ryusei no Kizuna took place in 2008. So thus, I made it 2009 to allow time to pass since the finale but not TOO much time. Then the next scene switches to 2011, aka this year. For Ryusei no Kizuna, the first scene takes place in the finale, sometime after Ryo and Nino's characters turn themselves in and Ryo ends up on parole while Nino is still in prison, and before Nino's character gets out of prison :D
Also, i write 'Bemu', with the very Japanese way of writing it XDD instead of Bem. I don't know, I use Bemu when talking about the drama/character online, and that's how it's written in the katakana, so that's the way I use :) Just thought I'd point that out about my preferences :)
---- onto the fic!! --
Beauty existed everywhere in the world, if one knew how to look for it. Brushing a hand through silver hair, he paused in his train of thoughts, amending that perhaps beauty wasn’t everywhere; it seemed as though the world over, there was a way to look for beauty in everyone and everything but he could never seem to see the attractiveness in his own existence.
He sat down on his heels, looking into the other man’s dark brown eyes, and tracing a hand over his own skin, where little cracks still remained, a reminder of the flaws in his own existence.
“So, Taisuke, you wanted to know what I was hiding. Now you know.” He said simply, voice soft, even though he tried to make it as cold and tough as possible. He knew where this was going to go, he had always known, but he had stupidly pushed the risks out of his mind.
Knowing the risks and coming to terms with the realization were completely different things, though; Bemu had always thought that he was prepared for humans rejecting him, for their fear of him. Yet, somehow, there was an unexplainable clench of his heart that made it seem like he couldn’t breathe, like suddenly there was something very wrong inside of himself, like his heart had been shattered like some little glass ball.
Ariake Taisuke just stared at him, eyes wide; his usual grin, one that had softened Bemu’s wariness toward love, was nowhere to be seen, but Bemu couldn’t exactly blame him. He could only blame himself, for letting this attraction begin in the first place, for letting it turn into a relationship, and for his failure to keep a check on his emotions.
Bemu wouldn’t make that mistake again, he thought to himself, as he schooled his expression into a careful mask, hiding everything that hurt deep inside until he could let it all out, when he was alone; Taisuke just kept staring at him, but Bemu did not detect a flicker of emotion in those dark eyes.
Running a hand through his own hair, Bemu turned, “You should try to forget you ever knew or liked me.” He said, still speaking softly; he was aware of how vulnerable he was right now, not only because he was currently shirtless and assaulted by the cold air, the raised skin of his shoulders exposed, but also because inside, deep in his heart, he had never known with such raw feeling how easy it could be for someone to hurt him.
Taisuke didn’t move, still staring at Bemu, and the dark-haired man’s fingers moved a little, almost like he was trying to force himself to react.
Bemu smiled sadly before he really did turn away, deciding to leave as quickly as he could before Taisuke got over his shock and could say anything to confirm Bemu’s fears.
It was ironic, Bemu thought as he felt the wind rushing at him as he moved faster than mortal eyes could follow, that someone like him who wasn’t human in any way should be most vulnerable to the dark eyes of one man.
* * *
When Bela fell in love, and was trying to work out her feelings, Bemu made sure that he was nowhere around her and Belo, choosing to distract himself with anything else. It was in a way lucky that he had the issue of Natsume and Natsume’s son to busy himself with; he had taken great pains to make sure that Bela and Belo knew nothing about what had happened nearly two years ago with Ariake Taisuke. He wasn’t even sure if they knew that he had met the man, much less began a relationship with him.
That relationship with him had ended badly for Bemu; he hadn’t stayed and waited for Taisuke to really get over his shock, sure that without the guise of a human, there was no way that the dark-eyed man could really love him.
Recently Bemu had been thinking more and more about Taisuke though, despite the way he had tried to push the man out of his mind.
The realization that Natsume hadn’t really rejected them, once he had gotten over his shock, sometimes made Bemu wonder what would have happened if he had stayed just a little longer, stayed to find out instead of running.
But running was in his nature; they were always on the run, drifting from place to place, unable to do anything but hide and run. It was in his nature, and it had let him survive until now against the prejudices of those who didn’t understand them, and thus hated them.
No, Bemu thought to himself as he watched Bela get struck by the man she had fallen in love with, It isn’t possible for us to be loved until we become human. Stop thinking about it.
But, even though he told himself that, as he moved quickly, anger filling him at seeing Bela, one of his family, hurt by that despicable man, he couldn’t help but, in his pain, rage, and sympathy, let his thoughts drift to Ariake Taisuke.
He had spent too long helping a human in danger two years ago, been spotted by the officials coming to help, and had been asked to answer their questions at the police station. It was there, while waiting for the police to gather intelligence and determine if he would be allowed to leave - not that anything they could have done would have stopped him, but he had preferred not to make a scene about it - that he had first met the man named Ariake Taisuke.
Hey, what’re you in for? He still remembered the way it had been asked so cheerfully, like a visit to the police station was just a walk through the park on a bright sunny day; Bemu also still remembered the grin that Taisuke had worn, bright, as he looked curiously at Bemu. He supposed he couldn’t blame Taisuke; what with his silver hair and all, he hardly looked inconspicuous.
Bemu had remembered thinking, for just a moment, a brief moment of weakness, that there was no way Taisuke was in here for anything bad; it could have been that he had something to bring to the policemen’s attention, or he was waiting for someone, or something. Nobody with a smile that bright could have done something horrible.
That was Bemu’s first mistake, back then; he had fallen for appearances, when he should have known, should have damn well known, that appearances were deceiving - after all, wasn’t he a living example?
He hadn’t said anything back then, merely looking over at the dark-eyed man curiously.
I’m here to meet my parole officer, Taisuke had said, and Bemu remembered feeling a jolt of shock at that. The man in front of him hadn’t looked like he had ever done anything horrible, but here he was, admitting that he had. Bemu hadn’t been able to come to terms with it, and as a result, he had spent a bit of time sneaking away from Bela and Belo in order to watch the man.
He found out many things; he found out that he was opening up a restaurant with his sister, he found out that things were more complicated than he could even begin to realize, especially as each time Bemu saw Taisuke, he was drawn into his world; Bemu almost learned what it felt like to be human - almost. He still wasn’t, but he had never felt the desire to be more than the times when he was simply next to Taisuke, adopting the role of a human trying to understand another human.
Trying to understand the way he couldn’t seem to stop seeing Taisuke, often showing up at the restaurant that was still under construction and being pulled into this new, wonderful life that consisted of feeling like he was special to someone, in a good way.
Not the running away screaming from him sort of way, but the ‘he actually wants to be around me’ sort of way. Bemu’s heart throbbed with emotion, and it bled at the same time, whenever he realized that what he was feeling was more than just sympathy and friendship.
What he felt was beyond what he, as a non-human, should ever be able to feel.
Understanding what it meant to fall for someone was something he never should have learned.
But he had.
You’re like part of the family now, Taisuke had teased jokingly one late night as Bemu had helped him close up the restaurant after the construction workers left. And he hated himself for the fact that he couldn’t just walk away, even when he knew his feelings were growing stronger - and his chances of being hurt beyond recognition grew with them.
I should just bring you with me next time I visit my brother, Taisuke had added even as he reached out for Bemu’s hat. Bemu, however, Bemu avoided it just in time, gripping Taisuke’s wrist in his hand.
Back then, Bemu, even though he knew it wasn’t possible, thought his heart had stopped. That moment, in the darkening street, where he had grabbed Taisuke’s hand so abruptly, and found himself looking into startled dark eyes. A part of Bemu, that part that had been tricked into thinking that he could be accepted even if he wasn’t a human, told him to lean forward and kiss the younger man.
Another part of him, the logical side, he believed, had told him that it was a mistake, and that he needed to let go.
Taisuke hadn’t given him a choice, in the end; he hadn’t given Bemu a chance to withdraw, just like Bemu hadn’t given him a chance to get over his shock weeks later.
Their lips had met in a kiss, and Bemu, without even needing encouragement from Taisuke, had drawn closer, and closer, until their bodies and their lips were against each other, a warmth that Bemu had never known before - the warmth of being physically close to one that he loved.
Love, a feeling that someone like him never should have felt.
Bemu had spent many nights and many days thinking of Ariake Taisuke; he had come to the conclusion that he had seen in Taisuke something that was very much like himself. Taisuke didn’t look bad, he wasn’t trying to be bad, but he had done something that he was trying to make up for, to fix, before he could be allowed pure freedom in society.
Bemu was like that, wasn’t he? What he had done wrong was that he had failed to be born a human, and most of the time, he didn’t look like he was a youkai, he just…he just wanted to fix that mistake in his existence, he wanted to be human.
But just like Bela had been hurt by that man tonight, Bemu had ended up hurt too. Hurt and unable to let go, even a little, of those dark eyes, that laugh, that desire to change himself to be better than the darkness.
Bemu felt his rage slowly spilling over, in sympathy, in understanding.
* * *
I don’t regret it even a bit.
Bela’s words haunted Bemu at night, and he found himself wandering by himself outdoors, along the darkened streets. Did he regret his own experience with love?
He was hurt from it, he didn’t trust in love anymore, but…did he regret it? He wasn’t sure. He still thought about Taisuke every day, every time he was left alone with his thoughts. The man’s essence couldn’t be erased from Bemu’s mind, even a little, and he couldn’t help but think…
Think that when he became human, the first thing he would do would be to go to him, as a human, as someone who wouldn’t turn into a terrifying monster the moment his emotions got the better of him.
But Bemu hadn’t even been able to believe, at first, that Taisuke would want anything to do with him, much less kiss him, much less love him.
And that had been before Taisuke had found out…
The concept of love, all that Bela had gone through now, made him unable to push Taisuke out of his mind, unable to bury him under all other thoughts.
Bemu took a deep breath, as he took out the cane that he always had with him, closing his eyes as he concentrated. He wondered if it was even possible, considering the distance, but…there wasn’t any harm in trying right? He was just curious, just wanted to know…
He tapped the cane once, clenching his eyes shut as images assaulted him, images that flew by; he continued on, past the city; it was harder to concentrate as he went further, to where he knew Taisuke would be…
But, finally…
The restaurant, completed, closed up for the night.
Inside, in one of the rooms, a man he didn’t recognize - perhaps the brother that he hadn’t met?
And in another room, on the upper level, he found the familiar silhouette of Taisuke; even though he couldn’t see much detail from this, Bemu noticed a few things. The first was a drawn, sad, look that crossed Taisuke’s face, a taint to Bemu’s memory of that bright grin; the second was the picture that made Bemu’s eyes widen, and his heart beat faster, one of himself and Taisuke. He had never realized that a picture had ever been taken - it must have been taken by Shizuna, he supposed, while he had been so busy and preoccupied with Taisuke and his presence.
Taisuke stood in front of it, staring at it, and after a moment, he said one word, a word that made Bemu grateful for once in his life that he wasn’t normal, that he could hear all this and see all this from so far away, “Sorry.” He said in a voice twinged with regret.
Then, Bemu watched as he lit the candle that had been standing in front of the picture, and Taisuke sighed before falling backwards onto the bed, dark eyes closing, “I miss you.”
Bemu forced himself to leave this state; it was torture, to take himself away from the vision of Taisuke, but he had to. He couldn’t…
He had to be human the next time he saw Taisuke again, even if his resolve was slowly unravelling, seeing that Taisuke missed him, seeing…
No, he had to stay strong. He had to believe that he could become a human, for Taisuke, for the future - because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t grow old, he wouldn’t die, and Taisuke would. He wanted to be a human so he could enjoy love, and life with love, knowing that he wouldn’t be left behind in pain and grief. He forced himself to turn back, to head back to where Bela and Belo should still be sleeping.
“I can find a way,” he swore quietly to himself.
Later, as he lay in the makeshift bed, his silver hair falling over his eyes, he could only see a lone burning candle that illuminated dark eyes pained with regret and loss.
* * *
If I ever lose you, I’m going to build a lighthouse so that you know I’m looking for you.
---- END ----
That's it, I hope you liked it Isa!!! :D
Also, as far as I know, the drama has never really stated the limits of Bemu's power with the vision thingie and the cane, so I interpreted it the way I wanted to for this fic :DDDD
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISA!!! May you have a great, wonderful, and fun day!!! :D
(p.s. I will endeavor to get the rest of the drabble requests done by next week, but...um, I have a feeling I won't finish all of them in time, so we'll see XDDD Maybe I'll do two posts XD)
Pairing: RyoKame / Bemu (Youkai Ningen Bemu) x Taisuke (Ryuusei no Kizuna)
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: There was once a time when Bemu knew how it felt to love and be loved.
Warnings: none that I can think of?
Note #1: written for pinkeuphoria1
Note #2: thank you to kamexkame for all her invaluable help ♥
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Hey~~ So I wrote something for pinkeuphoria1for her birthday!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISA!! <3 You're a wonderful friend and a wonderful manager (seriously people, if it weren't for Isa, there are probably a whole bunch of fics that I would never have gotten so far on/ never would have finished. She really does poke me to write things when I get lazy XDD although I wouldn't have joined those 2 fic challenges this year if it weren't for her too XDD) Hope you have a happy birthday and that you like this fic Isa!!! ♥♥♥♥
And also, thank you to kamexkame for all her help with editing and looking over this fic (essentially being my beta for this fic <3). I really appreciate your help dear <3333333
Note to readers: before you read the fic: this fic has a time skip after the first scene, as you'll be able to tell once you read. The first scene takes place 2 years earlier, as Ryusei no Kizuna took place in 2008. So thus, I made it 2009 to allow time to pass since the finale but not TOO much time. Then the next scene switches to 2011, aka this year. For Ryusei no Kizuna, the first scene takes place in the finale, sometime after Ryo and Nino's characters turn themselves in and Ryo ends up on parole while Nino is still in prison, and before Nino's character gets out of prison :D
Also, i write 'Bemu', with the very Japanese way of writing it XDD instead of Bem. I don't know, I use Bemu when talking about the drama/character online, and that's how it's written in the katakana, so that's the way I use :) Just thought I'd point that out about my preferences :)
---- onto the fic!! --
Beauty existed everywhere in the world, if one knew how to look for it. Brushing a hand through silver hair, he paused in his train of thoughts, amending that perhaps beauty wasn’t everywhere; it seemed as though the world over, there was a way to look for beauty in everyone and everything but he could never seem to see the attractiveness in his own existence.
He sat down on his heels, looking into the other man’s dark brown eyes, and tracing a hand over his own skin, where little cracks still remained, a reminder of the flaws in his own existence.
“So, Taisuke, you wanted to know what I was hiding. Now you know.” He said simply, voice soft, even though he tried to make it as cold and tough as possible. He knew where this was going to go, he had always known, but he had stupidly pushed the risks out of his mind.
Knowing the risks and coming to terms with the realization were completely different things, though; Bemu had always thought that he was prepared for humans rejecting him, for their fear of him. Yet, somehow, there was an unexplainable clench of his heart that made it seem like he couldn’t breathe, like suddenly there was something very wrong inside of himself, like his heart had been shattered like some little glass ball.
Ariake Taisuke just stared at him, eyes wide; his usual grin, one that had softened Bemu’s wariness toward love, was nowhere to be seen, but Bemu couldn’t exactly blame him. He could only blame himself, for letting this attraction begin in the first place, for letting it turn into a relationship, and for his failure to keep a check on his emotions.
Bemu wouldn’t make that mistake again, he thought to himself, as he schooled his expression into a careful mask, hiding everything that hurt deep inside until he could let it all out, when he was alone; Taisuke just kept staring at him, but Bemu did not detect a flicker of emotion in those dark eyes.
Running a hand through his own hair, Bemu turned, “You should try to forget you ever knew or liked me.” He said, still speaking softly; he was aware of how vulnerable he was right now, not only because he was currently shirtless and assaulted by the cold air, the raised skin of his shoulders exposed, but also because inside, deep in his heart, he had never known with such raw feeling how easy it could be for someone to hurt him.
Taisuke didn’t move, still staring at Bemu, and the dark-haired man’s fingers moved a little, almost like he was trying to force himself to react.
Bemu smiled sadly before he really did turn away, deciding to leave as quickly as he could before Taisuke got over his shock and could say anything to confirm Bemu’s fears.
It was ironic, Bemu thought as he felt the wind rushing at him as he moved faster than mortal eyes could follow, that someone like him who wasn’t human in any way should be most vulnerable to the dark eyes of one man.
* * *
When Bela fell in love, and was trying to work out her feelings, Bemu made sure that he was nowhere around her and Belo, choosing to distract himself with anything else. It was in a way lucky that he had the issue of Natsume and Natsume’s son to busy himself with; he had taken great pains to make sure that Bela and Belo knew nothing about what had happened nearly two years ago with Ariake Taisuke. He wasn’t even sure if they knew that he had met the man, much less began a relationship with him.
That relationship with him had ended badly for Bemu; he hadn’t stayed and waited for Taisuke to really get over his shock, sure that without the guise of a human, there was no way that the dark-eyed man could really love him.
Recently Bemu had been thinking more and more about Taisuke though, despite the way he had tried to push the man out of his mind.
The realization that Natsume hadn’t really rejected them, once he had gotten over his shock, sometimes made Bemu wonder what would have happened if he had stayed just a little longer, stayed to find out instead of running.
But running was in his nature; they were always on the run, drifting from place to place, unable to do anything but hide and run. It was in his nature, and it had let him survive until now against the prejudices of those who didn’t understand them, and thus hated them.
No, Bemu thought to himself as he watched Bela get struck by the man she had fallen in love with, It isn’t possible for us to be loved until we become human. Stop thinking about it.
But, even though he told himself that, as he moved quickly, anger filling him at seeing Bela, one of his family, hurt by that despicable man, he couldn’t help but, in his pain, rage, and sympathy, let his thoughts drift to Ariake Taisuke.
He had spent too long helping a human in danger two years ago, been spotted by the officials coming to help, and had been asked to answer their questions at the police station. It was there, while waiting for the police to gather intelligence and determine if he would be allowed to leave - not that anything they could have done would have stopped him, but he had preferred not to make a scene about it - that he had first met the man named Ariake Taisuke.
Hey, what’re you in for? He still remembered the way it had been asked so cheerfully, like a visit to the police station was just a walk through the park on a bright sunny day; Bemu also still remembered the grin that Taisuke had worn, bright, as he looked curiously at Bemu. He supposed he couldn’t blame Taisuke; what with his silver hair and all, he hardly looked inconspicuous.
Bemu had remembered thinking, for just a moment, a brief moment of weakness, that there was no way Taisuke was in here for anything bad; it could have been that he had something to bring to the policemen’s attention, or he was waiting for someone, or something. Nobody with a smile that bright could have done something horrible.
That was Bemu’s first mistake, back then; he had fallen for appearances, when he should have known, should have damn well known, that appearances were deceiving - after all, wasn’t he a living example?
He hadn’t said anything back then, merely looking over at the dark-eyed man curiously.
I’m here to meet my parole officer, Taisuke had said, and Bemu remembered feeling a jolt of shock at that. The man in front of him hadn’t looked like he had ever done anything horrible, but here he was, admitting that he had. Bemu hadn’t been able to come to terms with it, and as a result, he had spent a bit of time sneaking away from Bela and Belo in order to watch the man.
He found out many things; he found out that he was opening up a restaurant with his sister, he found out that things were more complicated than he could even begin to realize, especially as each time Bemu saw Taisuke, he was drawn into his world; Bemu almost learned what it felt like to be human - almost. He still wasn’t, but he had never felt the desire to be more than the times when he was simply next to Taisuke, adopting the role of a human trying to understand another human.
Trying to understand the way he couldn’t seem to stop seeing Taisuke, often showing up at the restaurant that was still under construction and being pulled into this new, wonderful life that consisted of feeling like he was special to someone, in a good way.
Not the running away screaming from him sort of way, but the ‘he actually wants to be around me’ sort of way. Bemu’s heart throbbed with emotion, and it bled at the same time, whenever he realized that what he was feeling was more than just sympathy and friendship.
What he felt was beyond what he, as a non-human, should ever be able to feel.
Understanding what it meant to fall for someone was something he never should have learned.
But he had.
You’re like part of the family now, Taisuke had teased jokingly one late night as Bemu had helped him close up the restaurant after the construction workers left. And he hated himself for the fact that he couldn’t just walk away, even when he knew his feelings were growing stronger - and his chances of being hurt beyond recognition grew with them.
I should just bring you with me next time I visit my brother, Taisuke had added even as he reached out for Bemu’s hat. Bemu, however, Bemu avoided it just in time, gripping Taisuke’s wrist in his hand.
Back then, Bemu, even though he knew it wasn’t possible, thought his heart had stopped. That moment, in the darkening street, where he had grabbed Taisuke’s hand so abruptly, and found himself looking into startled dark eyes. A part of Bemu, that part that had been tricked into thinking that he could be accepted even if he wasn’t a human, told him to lean forward and kiss the younger man.
Another part of him, the logical side, he believed, had told him that it was a mistake, and that he needed to let go.
Taisuke hadn’t given him a choice, in the end; he hadn’t given Bemu a chance to withdraw, just like Bemu hadn’t given him a chance to get over his shock weeks later.
Their lips had met in a kiss, and Bemu, without even needing encouragement from Taisuke, had drawn closer, and closer, until their bodies and their lips were against each other, a warmth that Bemu had never known before - the warmth of being physically close to one that he loved.
Love, a feeling that someone like him never should have felt.
Bemu had spent many nights and many days thinking of Ariake Taisuke; he had come to the conclusion that he had seen in Taisuke something that was very much like himself. Taisuke didn’t look bad, he wasn’t trying to be bad, but he had done something that he was trying to make up for, to fix, before he could be allowed pure freedom in society.
Bemu was like that, wasn’t he? What he had done wrong was that he had failed to be born a human, and most of the time, he didn’t look like he was a youkai, he just…he just wanted to fix that mistake in his existence, he wanted to be human.
But just like Bela had been hurt by that man tonight, Bemu had ended up hurt too. Hurt and unable to let go, even a little, of those dark eyes, that laugh, that desire to change himself to be better than the darkness.
Bemu felt his rage slowly spilling over, in sympathy, in understanding.
* * *
I don’t regret it even a bit.
Bela’s words haunted Bemu at night, and he found himself wandering by himself outdoors, along the darkened streets. Did he regret his own experience with love?
He was hurt from it, he didn’t trust in love anymore, but…did he regret it? He wasn’t sure. He still thought about Taisuke every day, every time he was left alone with his thoughts. The man’s essence couldn’t be erased from Bemu’s mind, even a little, and he couldn’t help but think…
Think that when he became human, the first thing he would do would be to go to him, as a human, as someone who wouldn’t turn into a terrifying monster the moment his emotions got the better of him.
But Bemu hadn’t even been able to believe, at first, that Taisuke would want anything to do with him, much less kiss him, much less love him.
And that had been before Taisuke had found out…
The concept of love, all that Bela had gone through now, made him unable to push Taisuke out of his mind, unable to bury him under all other thoughts.
Bemu took a deep breath, as he took out the cane that he always had with him, closing his eyes as he concentrated. He wondered if it was even possible, considering the distance, but…there wasn’t any harm in trying right? He was just curious, just wanted to know…
He tapped the cane once, clenching his eyes shut as images assaulted him, images that flew by; he continued on, past the city; it was harder to concentrate as he went further, to where he knew Taisuke would be…
But, finally…
The restaurant, completed, closed up for the night.
Inside, in one of the rooms, a man he didn’t recognize - perhaps the brother that he hadn’t met?
And in another room, on the upper level, he found the familiar silhouette of Taisuke; even though he couldn’t see much detail from this, Bemu noticed a few things. The first was a drawn, sad, look that crossed Taisuke’s face, a taint to Bemu’s memory of that bright grin; the second was the picture that made Bemu’s eyes widen, and his heart beat faster, one of himself and Taisuke. He had never realized that a picture had ever been taken - it must have been taken by Shizuna, he supposed, while he had been so busy and preoccupied with Taisuke and his presence.
Taisuke stood in front of it, staring at it, and after a moment, he said one word, a word that made Bemu grateful for once in his life that he wasn’t normal, that he could hear all this and see all this from so far away, “Sorry.” He said in a voice twinged with regret.
Then, Bemu watched as he lit the candle that had been standing in front of the picture, and Taisuke sighed before falling backwards onto the bed, dark eyes closing, “I miss you.”
Bemu forced himself to leave this state; it was torture, to take himself away from the vision of Taisuke, but he had to. He couldn’t…
He had to be human the next time he saw Taisuke again, even if his resolve was slowly unravelling, seeing that Taisuke missed him, seeing…
No, he had to stay strong. He had to believe that he could become a human, for Taisuke, for the future - because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t grow old, he wouldn’t die, and Taisuke would. He wanted to be a human so he could enjoy love, and life with love, knowing that he wouldn’t be left behind in pain and grief. He forced himself to turn back, to head back to where Bela and Belo should still be sleeping.
“I can find a way,” he swore quietly to himself.
Later, as he lay in the makeshift bed, his silver hair falling over his eyes, he could only see a lone burning candle that illuminated dark eyes pained with regret and loss.
* * *
If I ever lose you, I’m going to build a lighthouse so that you know I’m looking for you.
---- END ----
That's it, I hope you liked it Isa!!! :D
Also, as far as I know, the drama has never really stated the limits of Bemu's power with the vision thingie and the cane, so I interpreted it the way I wanted to for this fic :DDDD
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISA!!! May you have a great, wonderful, and fun day!!! :D
(p.s. I will endeavor to get the rest of the drabble requests done by next week, but...um, I have a feeling I won't finish all of them in time, so we'll see XDDD Maybe I'll do two posts XD)