Story: Somewhere Between Midnight and Sunrise
Title: Somewhere Between Midnight and Sunrise
Chapters: 1/?
Band: The Gazette
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha, Reita/Aoi
Rating: R/Light NC-17
Genres: Drama, mystery, suspense, angst
Warnings: Sexual situations
Summary: Humanity is a vulnerable condition and only more so when emotional factors are thrown into an already delicate balance.
“What you have to understand is that he never wanted to do it.”
The room was still and a pair of inquisitively harsh eyes settled on me. I smiled and offered a wink in return. I wasn’t afraid - perhaps I should have been - but I wasn’t. Clearly they expected me to squirm, but I met their gazes with fierce defiance, perhaps even humor in my mocking return. Finally, my lips peeled back and revealed a row of teeth in my smirk. An angry hand smacked the metal table that separated us; the man was obviously annoyed. It made me stifle a laugh; albeit badly as it still tickled my throat and I choked slightly.
“What’s his name?” He dove across the table and his fat fingers dug into the metal edge as he bared down on me, his voice full of anger that matched his reddening face. I felt little bits of saliva spray my cheeks and I closed one eye while dipping my head downward to shield myself against fly away spit that could blind me. It was disgusting, but I took it in stride.
“Reita.” I responded smoothly. Rebelliously.
“What’s his real name?”
“Didn’t you hear the part about how he didn’t want to do it?” I asked cheerfully. “They call him Reita, so I called him Reita - just like the rest of them. That is his name. For you to get this, I gotta start at the beginning.”
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Reita was cloaked behind the curtain; half of his body was shielded by the sheer fabric itself and the other half was shrouded in the darkness of a heavy shadow so that no part of him could be seen. It was how he worked best - in the shadows and hidden amid the other invisible details of the world. He found his residence, day and night, in the soft underbelly of society where no one cared to look.
He could see them from his post, though they could not see him as neither were facing him and they hadn’t been since they arrived. He had watched the door tumble open and two bodies stumble into the room in a bout of heated kisses and groping hands. It seemed like they hadn’t disconnected since the door slammed behind them and he watched as they fumbled with each others clothing, tossing it in every direction to heap messily on the ground. It was…undignified.
Reita felt his skin ripple in irritation as he watched them indulge in their passion, each of them begging the other to make them feel good in husky, drunken voices. He had seen the same show of humanistic indulgences dozens of times before they were left lifeless under his mastery skill. Their crimes he didn’t know, nor did he bother with names. He only ever accepted the knowledge of the number of beings to be dismissed and where he would work. From there, it was the victims themselves that filled in the holes. People, however, were vulnerable when performing basic necessary functions of their animal passions.
Eating. Sleeping. Fucking.
It reminded Reita of how base his species actually was and how he was both sickened and drawn to it. He drew his weapon of choice up, after letting them have a little of their fun as a last minute gift to their humanity. Reita had the blowgun loaded again in an instant with his fingers lightly holding the gun; he stroked the feathery end softly before he brought it to his lips. In a single puff, the dart exited the end of the shaft and landed with a soft, muffled thud in the neck of the blonde. He dropped in a second, his face landing in the pillow of the bed as if suddenly forced to slumber.
It was a series of three shots he gave every time. It first started with a sedative to render the victim unconscious. The second was a slow acting narcotic that would deplete their heartbeat and brain functions; it was a poison recipe he’d obtained from an aboriginal tribe among his short lived training. The final was the poison that would ensure the blood flow stopped for good.
The feathered dart that had entered his weapon was the same sedative that took out the first man. He knew that both needed to be immobilized in order to complete his job. Reita raised the gun to his lips, with the intent of sending the second sedative at the still conscious man. As he did so, he saw the face of the second man as he panicked and shook his fallen lover. Reita hesitated, a novice mistake, to be sure that he had seen what he thought he saw. However, it was as the seconds ticked on that his eyes were captured by the face of the raven haired man, who was full of concern and terror, that proved to be Reita’s true error.
With each passing second, he drew further away from his job - his purpose for that particular night. Finally, the dark haired man’s eyes swept over to Reita’s direction, logic having led him to the point of the dart’s origin. Reita felt his arms stiffen and the weapon lower. “Aoi…” he breathed, though he made no attempt to reveal himself yet. The familiarity of the other’s face, as if a ghost of a memory, drew Reita to years prior and broke into his emotional well. It was something he hadn’t let bubble to the surface in nearly half a decade. Instead, he relied on being numb to the world and his emotional awareness.
“Uruha…” the man Reita recognized as Aoi mumbled as he turned back to the fallen lover. The panic left him as he was more broken than anything and Reita allowed himself to actually hurt for what he’d started. It completely left his mind that he was meant to kill both of them; instead, he was frozen as his mind completely stopped and his body stayed stiffly still.
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The man across from me groaned and I smiled broader at him, “Did I mention that he didn’t want to do what he did?" I tapped the point of my index finger on the table for inflection. "Reita was just a puppet. A puppet he didn’t want to be.”
“What does this have to do with what we asked?” The interrogator groaned before reaching up and pinching the bridge of his nose in clear irritation. It entertained me so I continued on.
“Are you telling the story or am I?” I drew my eyebrows together and lifted my chin at them. “That’s right, I am. So where was I? Oh yeah…right, so Aoi’s there and he’s like Reita’s soft spot - his weakness, from way back when. Like they were kids or something, not really.” I paused to make my point clear - that it wasn’t so much of an actual statement, but more an example of how close they were. “So he freezes up and there he is, a job to do - two pre-climaxed lovers and having to face that he caused pain to the one thing that mattered to him in the whole of his life. But that brings us back to Uruha. Did I mention he was pretty?" I paused again and gestured to the silent interrogator, trying to prompt him to participate. "Prettier than most girls you know, I bet. Boy was he pretty, even in a puddle of his own drool like he was right then…”
A/N: Thank you taking the time to read this little diddy. I do hope you enjoyed it, it was difficult for me. I'm prone to long chapters but I'm pushing for more manageable shorter chapters for your enjoyment. Please, if you found any value in this - have any comments - or anything to say at all I would be happy to hear it.
Next: Two
Chapters: 1/?
Band: The Gazette
Pairings: Aoi/Uruha, Reita/Aoi
Rating: R/Light NC-17
Genres: Drama, mystery, suspense, angst
Warnings: Sexual situations
Summary: Humanity is a vulnerable condition and only more so when emotional factors are thrown into an already delicate balance.
“What you have to understand is that he never wanted to do it.”
The room was still and a pair of inquisitively harsh eyes settled on me. I smiled and offered a wink in return. I wasn’t afraid - perhaps I should have been - but I wasn’t. Clearly they expected me to squirm, but I met their gazes with fierce defiance, perhaps even humor in my mocking return. Finally, my lips peeled back and revealed a row of teeth in my smirk. An angry hand smacked the metal table that separated us; the man was obviously annoyed. It made me stifle a laugh; albeit badly as it still tickled my throat and I choked slightly.
“What’s his name?” He dove across the table and his fat fingers dug into the metal edge as he bared down on me, his voice full of anger that matched his reddening face. I felt little bits of saliva spray my cheeks and I closed one eye while dipping my head downward to shield myself against fly away spit that could blind me. It was disgusting, but I took it in stride.
“Reita.” I responded smoothly. Rebelliously.
“What’s his real name?”
“Didn’t you hear the part about how he didn’t want to do it?” I asked cheerfully. “They call him Reita, so I called him Reita - just like the rest of them. That is his name. For you to get this, I gotta start at the beginning.”
_______________
Reita was cloaked behind the curtain; half of his body was shielded by the sheer fabric itself and the other half was shrouded in the darkness of a heavy shadow so that no part of him could be seen. It was how he worked best - in the shadows and hidden amid the other invisible details of the world. He found his residence, day and night, in the soft underbelly of society where no one cared to look.
He could see them from his post, though they could not see him as neither were facing him and they hadn’t been since they arrived. He had watched the door tumble open and two bodies stumble into the room in a bout of heated kisses and groping hands. It seemed like they hadn’t disconnected since the door slammed behind them and he watched as they fumbled with each others clothing, tossing it in every direction to heap messily on the ground. It was…undignified.
Reita felt his skin ripple in irritation as he watched them indulge in their passion, each of them begging the other to make them feel good in husky, drunken voices. He had seen the same show of humanistic indulgences dozens of times before they were left lifeless under his mastery skill. Their crimes he didn’t know, nor did he bother with names. He only ever accepted the knowledge of the number of beings to be dismissed and where he would work. From there, it was the victims themselves that filled in the holes. People, however, were vulnerable when performing basic necessary functions of their animal passions.
Eating. Sleeping. Fucking.
It reminded Reita of how base his species actually was and how he was both sickened and drawn to it. He drew his weapon of choice up, after letting them have a little of their fun as a last minute gift to their humanity. Reita had the blowgun loaded again in an instant with his fingers lightly holding the gun; he stroked the feathery end softly before he brought it to his lips. In a single puff, the dart exited the end of the shaft and landed with a soft, muffled thud in the neck of the blonde. He dropped in a second, his face landing in the pillow of the bed as if suddenly forced to slumber.
It was a series of three shots he gave every time. It first started with a sedative to render the victim unconscious. The second was a slow acting narcotic that would deplete their heartbeat and brain functions; it was a poison recipe he’d obtained from an aboriginal tribe among his short lived training. The final was the poison that would ensure the blood flow stopped for good.
The feathered dart that had entered his weapon was the same sedative that took out the first man. He knew that both needed to be immobilized in order to complete his job. Reita raised the gun to his lips, with the intent of sending the second sedative at the still conscious man. As he did so, he saw the face of the second man as he panicked and shook his fallen lover. Reita hesitated, a novice mistake, to be sure that he had seen what he thought he saw. However, it was as the seconds ticked on that his eyes were captured by the face of the raven haired man, who was full of concern and terror, that proved to be Reita’s true error.
With each passing second, he drew further away from his job - his purpose for that particular night. Finally, the dark haired man’s eyes swept over to Reita’s direction, logic having led him to the point of the dart’s origin. Reita felt his arms stiffen and the weapon lower. “Aoi…” he breathed, though he made no attempt to reveal himself yet. The familiarity of the other’s face, as if a ghost of a memory, drew Reita to years prior and broke into his emotional well. It was something he hadn’t let bubble to the surface in nearly half a decade. Instead, he relied on being numb to the world and his emotional awareness.
“Uruha…” the man Reita recognized as Aoi mumbled as he turned back to the fallen lover. The panic left him as he was more broken than anything and Reita allowed himself to actually hurt for what he’d started. It completely left his mind that he was meant to kill both of them; instead, he was frozen as his mind completely stopped and his body stayed stiffly still.
_______________
The man across from me groaned and I smiled broader at him, “Did I mention that he didn’t want to do what he did?" I tapped the point of my index finger on the table for inflection. "Reita was just a puppet. A puppet he didn’t want to be.”
“What does this have to do with what we asked?” The interrogator groaned before reaching up and pinching the bridge of his nose in clear irritation. It entertained me so I continued on.
“Are you telling the story or am I?” I drew my eyebrows together and lifted my chin at them. “That’s right, I am. So where was I? Oh yeah…right, so Aoi’s there and he’s like Reita’s soft spot - his weakness, from way back when. Like they were kids or something, not really.” I paused to make my point clear - that it wasn’t so much of an actual statement, but more an example of how close they were. “So he freezes up and there he is, a job to do - two pre-climaxed lovers and having to face that he caused pain to the one thing that mattered to him in the whole of his life. But that brings us back to Uruha. Did I mention he was pretty?" I paused again and gestured to the silent interrogator, trying to prompt him to participate. "Prettier than most girls you know, I bet. Boy was he pretty, even in a puddle of his own drool like he was right then…”
A/N: Thank you taking the time to read this little diddy. I do hope you enjoyed it, it was difficult for me. I'm prone to long chapters but I'm pushing for more manageable shorter chapters for your enjoyment. Please, if you found any value in this - have any comments - or anything to say at all I would be happy to hear it.
Next: Two