[FIC] - Shaped - Tora/Hiroto - PG - Chap. 5
Title: Shaped
Chapter: 5/?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Vampire!Tora
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Somehow, this is oh so different.
Prologue → 01 → 02 → 03 → 04 → 05
Rainchaser's Archive
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Tora's landline kept ringing, waking him every now and then. Someone was trying to reach him. His boss? Mother? Friend? He wished he could pick up and talk and explain and they'd understand, but he couldn't, they wouldn't even believe him.
Sunlight was shining from beneath the bathroom door. Tora made a growly sound and pulled the blanket over his head.
He couldn't get up and answer the phone. There was sunlight. Sunlight was bad for him, right? I would turn him into ashes, right? He pushed the blanket off his body and sat up, legs folded.
When he was a kid, he loved the sun. Its warmth, its energy that seeped right through his skin. He stopped tanning once he got into Visual Kei, though, for the sake of a noble, pale skin. It was easy, his genes amplifying the process. He still went out to take a sunbath once in a while, using sunscreen and wearing designer sunglasses.
Now he was hiding.
And he didn't even know for sure why.
- - -
Hiroto's mobile phone was ringing. He scratched his scalp before shuffling through the red sheets of his bed until bare feet touched the ground. He looked around, trying to locate where he had left his phone the previous night. Stark naked, he stumbled over scattered clothes. He reached a pair of sweatpants, the ones he wore after taking a hot shower to scrub off all the coal smudges that stuck to his skin like Tora to his mind.
The moment he had his iPhone in his hand the ringing stop. Typically. He rolled his eyes and headed back to his bed to flop down. Hiroto hit his pillow to flatten it and peeked with one eye onto the screen. He frowned at the unknown number and let the phone drop down onto the mattress. He closed his eyes and felt his body relax. Mentally he was ready for another nap before he had to get up and buy groceries. He took a deep breath and snuggled deeper into pillow and blankets.
He jolted as Guerrilla Radio started playing over again. It was the name unknown number. He pressed the phone to his ear.
"Thank gods, I already thought you were dead! Are you okay?"
"Who is this?" Hiroto asked, quite irritated.
“Oh, sorry,” an embarrassed giggle, “it’s me, Aki-kun.”
Hiroto’s brows rose, “How did you get my number?”
“Wrong question. It should be who’s number I can’t get,” There was an audible smugness.
“Who’s would that be?”
“That tall, creepy guy’s number.” He sounded more serious now. “Why did you leave with him? Did he hurt you?”
The younger snorted; he found Aki’s worry somewhat adorable. “I left with him because he looked like he was in need of some company and, to be honest, he is quite attractive.”
There was the noise of huffing into a phone before Aki asked once more. “Did he hurt you?”
“No, of course not!” Hiroto exclaimed. “He wouldn’t hurt anybody, if you ask me.”
“How can you be so sure?!”
The brunette turned around, facing his slanted walls. “I know he tries to look and even act like he would hurt someone, but trust me, he’d never hurt me.”
“You’re naïve, you know that?”
“I do.” He smiled. “I’ll never stop believing in the good in man.”
There was a short pause. “What happened last night?”
- - -
Tora was staring at his reflection again. He was hiding in his bathroom. Hiding from his own home, from his living room, from the very reason he had rented this apartment.
He extended his fangs. Still there. They wouldn’t go away, ever. He turned around and started to clean up the shelf he had thrown his phone into during the night. The clock on its display told him it was almost 11AM. Six or seven more hours until the sun would set and he could leave his tiled cage.
He should have set up the television in here. Or bought a PSP or DS. One day he’d die of boring himself to death. As if he could die…
Where did he leave his laptop? He could use some random youtube-ing right now.
Tora looked back down at the sunlight line beneath the door.
- - -
Nine Inch Nails kept blaring from his earphones as Hiroto strolled through the supermarket’s alleys, filling his cart with hideous amount of fruits and instant ramen. Aftershave, toothpaste, bottles of water were added.
He almost walked automatically, his mind still occupied with deciphering the previous night. As he had entered his living room to pull on the hoodie he had left there lying on the floor, his eyes met those of Tora’s portrait.
And there he stood, simply staring for gods know how long.
He didn’t tell Aki about Tora being a vampire. Aki would probably freak out at chain him up in- no, no good idea to be thought any further. He was worried sick as it was already, claiming the tall stranger was dangerous and that he shouldn’t meet him again, no matter how damn sexy he was.
If given the chance Hiroto would go with Tora again.
If only he knew how to achieve that.
- - -
Curiosity killed the cat. Or, in his case, the vampire.
Tora sat on his heels, knees touching the cold, white tiles.
He needed to know this for sure. It could be nothing more than one of those dogmatic rumours again. Tentatively he placed one hand on the floor, leaned forward, moving his hand closer and closer towards the door until sun fell on his fingers.
They didn’t turn into ashes.
They didn’t!
They didn’t sizzle or started to smoke or burn.
All he felt was a light tingle like mild sunburn.
It was October already; the sun wasn’t as strong as in summer, but nonetheless it was supposed to kill him. So was silver, but wearing his usual jewellery wasn’t causing any pain whatsoever.
Tora pulled his hand back and looked at it. Nothing. No burns, no redness, it was perfectly fine.
He looked up at the door handle. Maybe he could go out into his living room and get his laptop. He leaned backwards and took the blanket from his futon to wrap it around his body, just to feel a little safer. Back on his feet he straightened his shoulders and pulled the blanket over his head as well, keeping it from falling down with one hand in front of his chest while the other closed its fingers bravely around the metal of the door handle.
- - -
Hiroto stepped into the bus; gladly it wasn’t as crowded as usual this time. He took a seat and placed his grocery bags between his legs to keep them from toppling over and spilling his food all over the vehicle.
He didn’t even want to imagine how it would be if he couldn’t eat peaches or strawberries anymore, but he couldn’t stop himself from being dragged into the thought by his hyper mind.
But how did it work? Did a vampire’s body fail at digesting food?
Wouldn’t it be horrible if they couldn’t even taste anything at all? No clear water, no green tea, no sweet peaches, no miso.
Somehow, being an immortal vampire didn’t sound so appealing anymore.
- - -
It was bright day, maybe a little cloudy, but Tora stood in his living room, blinking against the light.
Now that more of his skin was exposed - he had lowered the blanket to his waist - it actually did hurt. It was bearable, though, still nothing more than a slight sunburn.
Somehow, hope flickered inside of him.
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Betaed by tingedwords again, bless her!
Chapter: 5/?
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, Vampire!Tora
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Somehow, this is oh so different.
Prologue → 01 → 02 → 03 → 04 → 05
Rainchaser's Archive
________________________________________
Tora's landline kept ringing, waking him every now and then. Someone was trying to reach him. His boss? Mother? Friend? He wished he could pick up and talk and explain and they'd understand, but he couldn't, they wouldn't even believe him.
Sunlight was shining from beneath the bathroom door. Tora made a growly sound and pulled the blanket over his head.
He couldn't get up and answer the phone. There was sunlight. Sunlight was bad for him, right? I would turn him into ashes, right? He pushed the blanket off his body and sat up, legs folded.
When he was a kid, he loved the sun. Its warmth, its energy that seeped right through his skin. He stopped tanning once he got into Visual Kei, though, for the sake of a noble, pale skin. It was easy, his genes amplifying the process. He still went out to take a sunbath once in a while, using sunscreen and wearing designer sunglasses.
Now he was hiding.
And he didn't even know for sure why.
- - -
Hiroto's mobile phone was ringing. He scratched his scalp before shuffling through the red sheets of his bed until bare feet touched the ground. He looked around, trying to locate where he had left his phone the previous night. Stark naked, he stumbled over scattered clothes. He reached a pair of sweatpants, the ones he wore after taking a hot shower to scrub off all the coal smudges that stuck to his skin like Tora to his mind.
The moment he had his iPhone in his hand the ringing stop. Typically. He rolled his eyes and headed back to his bed to flop down. Hiroto hit his pillow to flatten it and peeked with one eye onto the screen. He frowned at the unknown number and let the phone drop down onto the mattress. He closed his eyes and felt his body relax. Mentally he was ready for another nap before he had to get up and buy groceries. He took a deep breath and snuggled deeper into pillow and blankets.
He jolted as Guerrilla Radio started playing over again. It was the name unknown number. He pressed the phone to his ear.
"Thank gods, I already thought you were dead! Are you okay?"
"Who is this?" Hiroto asked, quite irritated.
“Oh, sorry,” an embarrassed giggle, “it’s me, Aki-kun.”
Hiroto’s brows rose, “How did you get my number?”
“Wrong question. It should be who’s number I can’t get,” There was an audible smugness.
“Who’s would that be?”
“That tall, creepy guy’s number.” He sounded more serious now. “Why did you leave with him? Did he hurt you?”
The younger snorted; he found Aki’s worry somewhat adorable. “I left with him because he looked like he was in need of some company and, to be honest, he is quite attractive.”
There was the noise of huffing into a phone before Aki asked once more. “Did he hurt you?”
“No, of course not!” Hiroto exclaimed. “He wouldn’t hurt anybody, if you ask me.”
“How can you be so sure?!”
The brunette turned around, facing his slanted walls. “I know he tries to look and even act like he would hurt someone, but trust me, he’d never hurt me.”
“You’re naïve, you know that?”
“I do.” He smiled. “I’ll never stop believing in the good in man.”
There was a short pause. “What happened last night?”
- - -
Tora was staring at his reflection again. He was hiding in his bathroom. Hiding from his own home, from his living room, from the very reason he had rented this apartment.
He extended his fangs. Still there. They wouldn’t go away, ever. He turned around and started to clean up the shelf he had thrown his phone into during the night. The clock on its display told him it was almost 11AM. Six or seven more hours until the sun would set and he could leave his tiled cage.
He should have set up the television in here. Or bought a PSP or DS. One day he’d die of boring himself to death. As if he could die…
Where did he leave his laptop? He could use some random youtube-ing right now.
Tora looked back down at the sunlight line beneath the door.
- - -
Nine Inch Nails kept blaring from his earphones as Hiroto strolled through the supermarket’s alleys, filling his cart with hideous amount of fruits and instant ramen. Aftershave, toothpaste, bottles of water were added.
He almost walked automatically, his mind still occupied with deciphering the previous night. As he had entered his living room to pull on the hoodie he had left there lying on the floor, his eyes met those of Tora’s portrait.
And there he stood, simply staring for gods know how long.
He didn’t tell Aki about Tora being a vampire. Aki would probably freak out at chain him up in- no, no good idea to be thought any further. He was worried sick as it was already, claiming the tall stranger was dangerous and that he shouldn’t meet him again, no matter how damn sexy he was.
If given the chance Hiroto would go with Tora again.
If only he knew how to achieve that.
- - -
Curiosity killed the cat. Or, in his case, the vampire.
Tora sat on his heels, knees touching the cold, white tiles.
He needed to know this for sure. It could be nothing more than one of those dogmatic rumours again. Tentatively he placed one hand on the floor, leaned forward, moving his hand closer and closer towards the door until sun fell on his fingers.
They didn’t turn into ashes.
They didn’t!
They didn’t sizzle or started to smoke or burn.
All he felt was a light tingle like mild sunburn.
It was October already; the sun wasn’t as strong as in summer, but nonetheless it was supposed to kill him. So was silver, but wearing his usual jewellery wasn’t causing any pain whatsoever.
Tora pulled his hand back and looked at it. Nothing. No burns, no redness, it was perfectly fine.
He looked up at the door handle. Maybe he could go out into his living room and get his laptop. He leaned backwards and took the blanket from his futon to wrap it around his body, just to feel a little safer. Back on his feet he straightened his shoulders and pulled the blanket over his head as well, keeping it from falling down with one hand in front of his chest while the other closed its fingers bravely around the metal of the door handle.
- - -
Hiroto stepped into the bus; gladly it wasn’t as crowded as usual this time. He took a seat and placed his grocery bags between his legs to keep them from toppling over and spilling his food all over the vehicle.
He didn’t even want to imagine how it would be if he couldn’t eat peaches or strawberries anymore, but he couldn’t stop himself from being dragged into the thought by his hyper mind.
But how did it work? Did a vampire’s body fail at digesting food?
Wouldn’t it be horrible if they couldn’t even taste anything at all? No clear water, no green tea, no sweet peaches, no miso.
Somehow, being an immortal vampire didn’t sound so appealing anymore.
- - -
It was bright day, maybe a little cloudy, but Tora stood in his living room, blinking against the light.
Now that more of his skin was exposed - he had lowered the blanket to his waist - it actually did hurt. It was bearable, though, still nothing more than a slight sunburn.
Somehow, hope flickered inside of him.
________________________________________
← Previous.
→ Next.
________________________________________
Betaed by tingedwords again, bless her!