[Snibble] MirrorMask
Title MirrorMask - A search for my heart
Info Yara/Yamaryo, Nikaido, Machida - snippet
957w; PG - Part of an AU currently (slowly) collaborating between me and yararanger (she wrote part of this ♥) - Another snippet of this verse can be found here. Mostly posting to use my new Yara MirrorMask icon. *w* ♥ (Eventually all the chunks will be compiled together to make a greater whole. 8D;;; Go us for starting at the middle/end. XD)
The boy on skates did a lazy circle around him and Ryouta realized that he wasn’t really touching the ground anymore. “I told you already, you’re the one who called me.”
“But I didn’t!” Ryouta protested, unnerved by at the unrelenting stare of acid green eyes, “I don’t even know how you are.”
There was a soft snort as the boy circled him again. “The name is Nika. I’m a channel-runner and you did call me, even if you didn’t know it.”
Nika’s funny slang, along with… what was a channel runner? Ryouta closed his eyes for a moment, feeling overwhelmingly lost and confused. All he’d wanted was to know if Yara was still safe. The Badger-man’s words echoed through his thoughts, followed by a pang of worry.
‘Your souls are tied and the deeper you search for the Oracle, the more dangerous it becomes for both of you.’
He gave an involuntary shudder, feeling the residual flare of the firefly burns. Was Yara still okay?
A flick to his forehead brought him back o the present. The skater - Nika - eyed him with curiosity, eyes rimmed black and not quite as human as Ryouta was used to. “I dunno what you’re doing here, but mortals don’t come this way often.” His eyes softened for a brief moment before he was grinning, smile razor sharp again. Plucking off his oversized headphones, Nika tossed them at Ryouta. “Bet these are what you’re looking for. Better find somewhere to hide for the night, “ Nika added, nodding towards the bruised horizon, “this place crawling with nightmares by moonrise.”
Ryouta fumbled with the headphones, nearly dropping them before straightening back up, just in time to watch Nika skate lazily up into the treetops, without so much as a goodbye. The Otherworld was such a strange place…
The headphones were warm to his touch, humming gently, almost as if they were alive, which was ridiculous. All the same, Nika had given them to him… they had to mean something.
But it was getting steadily darker, the sky now an eerie glowing blue, the moon’s crest slowly rising. Nika had warned him to hide, hadn’t he? There were going to be… nightmares.
He frowned, creeping along the winding forest’s spine. What had the young dragon told him? ‘Beware the firefly dance and the nightmare prance. Never speak your name, and never let them touch your heart.’
He shuddered, clutching the headphones to his chest, closing his eyes. He needed to find somewhere in the complete dark. He needed to find somewhere in the dark, away from the moonbeams. Firefly-burns had nearly killed him, he didn’t want to know what would happen if he was caught out in the open moon. Fear spiked through him as he pushed on through the forest.
Eventually he stumbled into an overhanging sort of rock-cave, slipping inside. Once in the dark, the amber that the Badger-man had given him began to glow, reminding him to use the charms he’d been taught to protect himself. He needed to sleep soon, even if his heart was still thudding. In his hands, the headphones started humming again.
He turned them around in his hands, thumb brushing over the designs on the ear-piece. They were black and green, to match with the rest of Nika, almost like something he’d find in a store in Shibuya, but not quite normal enough for that. Their design was round, slightly bulky, and further examination showed that the outer shell on the right side acted as a dial, clicking around in a circle.
He slipped them over his ears, wondering what he was supposed to hear. There was nothing besides the headphones own thrum. With a soft click, he shifted the dial. Nothing.
Click, click, click. Still nothing. Ryouta began to wonder what he was expecting, but soon realized that all he really wanted was to know that Yara - His Yara, back in the real world - was still alive and breathing, even if Ryouta had nearly destroyed both of their souls.
Click.
And suddenly, it was there. A steady thump-thumping of a heartbeat.
His heartbeat.
Ryouta wasn’t sure how he knew, was too relieved to even question it properly, curling up with a hand over his mouth to stifle the small sound, the other one pressing the ear-pad closer. The beat was steady, sure, and strong.
He rocked himself to sleep, listening to it, curled up around his amber-light.
~
“Shouldn’t you take him somewhere?” Machida bit his lip, glancing back at the door to Yara’s bedroom, where Yamamoto lay beyond. “On top of that, you should go see someone too, you gave me a heart attack.”
Yara closed his eyes and shook his head the tiniest amount, unwilling to move against the pounding of his headache. He didn't know how to phrase the need to be here, by Ryouta's side. He knew how little sense it would make if he tried to explain.
Machida sighed and got to his feet. "I'll make more tea, anyway. You look like you need it."
For a while Yara lay there, listening to Machida moving around in the kitchen area. He was tempted to just go into the bedroom and try to shake Yamamoto awake, though he knew it would be futile. He wasn’t going to wake up, and it would just tear at him a little more, seeing his body so empty and helpless.
Suddenly, a slow sensation sank through him, entirely alien but familiar all the same. It was like smelling the sunshine on Yamamoto’s hair, only something deep inside, and he curled up slightly, wanting to hold onto it.
Yamamoto was okay, he told himself. He had to be strong too, for the both of them.
Info Yara/Yamaryo, Nikaido, Machida - snippet
957w; PG - Part of an AU currently (slowly) collaborating between me and yararanger (she wrote part of this ♥) - Another snippet of this verse can be found here. Mostly posting to use my new Yara MirrorMask icon. *w* ♥ (Eventually all the chunks will be compiled together to make a greater whole. 8D;;; Go us for starting at the middle/end. XD)
The boy on skates did a lazy circle around him and Ryouta realized that he wasn’t really touching the ground anymore. “I told you already, you’re the one who called me.”
“But I didn’t!” Ryouta protested, unnerved by at the unrelenting stare of acid green eyes, “I don’t even know how you are.”
There was a soft snort as the boy circled him again. “The name is Nika. I’m a channel-runner and you did call me, even if you didn’t know it.”
Nika’s funny slang, along with… what was a channel runner? Ryouta closed his eyes for a moment, feeling overwhelmingly lost and confused. All he’d wanted was to know if Yara was still safe. The Badger-man’s words echoed through his thoughts, followed by a pang of worry.
‘Your souls are tied and the deeper you search for the Oracle, the more dangerous it becomes for both of you.’
He gave an involuntary shudder, feeling the residual flare of the firefly burns. Was Yara still okay?
A flick to his forehead brought him back o the present. The skater - Nika - eyed him with curiosity, eyes rimmed black and not quite as human as Ryouta was used to. “I dunno what you’re doing here, but mortals don’t come this way often.” His eyes softened for a brief moment before he was grinning, smile razor sharp again. Plucking off his oversized headphones, Nika tossed them at Ryouta. “Bet these are what you’re looking for. Better find somewhere to hide for the night, “ Nika added, nodding towards the bruised horizon, “this place crawling with nightmares by moonrise.”
Ryouta fumbled with the headphones, nearly dropping them before straightening back up, just in time to watch Nika skate lazily up into the treetops, without so much as a goodbye. The Otherworld was such a strange place…
The headphones were warm to his touch, humming gently, almost as if they were alive, which was ridiculous. All the same, Nika had given them to him… they had to mean something.
But it was getting steadily darker, the sky now an eerie glowing blue, the moon’s crest slowly rising. Nika had warned him to hide, hadn’t he? There were going to be… nightmares.
He frowned, creeping along the winding forest’s spine. What had the young dragon told him? ‘Beware the firefly dance and the nightmare prance. Never speak your name, and never let them touch your heart.’
He shuddered, clutching the headphones to his chest, closing his eyes. He needed to find somewhere in the complete dark. He needed to find somewhere in the dark, away from the moonbeams. Firefly-burns had nearly killed him, he didn’t want to know what would happen if he was caught out in the open moon. Fear spiked through him as he pushed on through the forest.
Eventually he stumbled into an overhanging sort of rock-cave, slipping inside. Once in the dark, the amber that the Badger-man had given him began to glow, reminding him to use the charms he’d been taught to protect himself. He needed to sleep soon, even if his heart was still thudding. In his hands, the headphones started humming again.
He turned them around in his hands, thumb brushing over the designs on the ear-piece. They were black and green, to match with the rest of Nika, almost like something he’d find in a store in Shibuya, but not quite normal enough for that. Their design was round, slightly bulky, and further examination showed that the outer shell on the right side acted as a dial, clicking around in a circle.
He slipped them over his ears, wondering what he was supposed to hear. There was nothing besides the headphones own thrum. With a soft click, he shifted the dial. Nothing.
Click, click, click. Still nothing. Ryouta began to wonder what he was expecting, but soon realized that all he really wanted was to know that Yara - His Yara, back in the real world - was still alive and breathing, even if Ryouta had nearly destroyed both of their souls.
Click.
And suddenly, it was there. A steady thump-thumping of a heartbeat.
His heartbeat.
Ryouta wasn’t sure how he knew, was too relieved to even question it properly, curling up with a hand over his mouth to stifle the small sound, the other one pressing the ear-pad closer. The beat was steady, sure, and strong.
He rocked himself to sleep, listening to it, curled up around his amber-light.
~
“Shouldn’t you take him somewhere?” Machida bit his lip, glancing back at the door to Yara’s bedroom, where Yamamoto lay beyond. “On top of that, you should go see someone too, you gave me a heart attack.”
Yara closed his eyes and shook his head the tiniest amount, unwilling to move against the pounding of his headache. He didn't know how to phrase the need to be here, by Ryouta's side. He knew how little sense it would make if he tried to explain.
Machida sighed and got to his feet. "I'll make more tea, anyway. You look like you need it."
For a while Yara lay there, listening to Machida moving around in the kitchen area. He was tempted to just go into the bedroom and try to shake Yamamoto awake, though he knew it would be futile. He wasn’t going to wake up, and it would just tear at him a little more, seeing his body so empty and helpless.
Suddenly, a slow sensation sank through him, entirely alien but familiar all the same. It was like smelling the sunshine on Yamamoto’s hair, only something deep inside, and he curled up slightly, wanting to hold onto it.
Yamamoto was okay, he told himself. He had to be strong too, for the both of them.