[FIC] - Shaped - Tora/Hiroto - PG - Prologue
Title: Shaped
Chapter: Prologue
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: AU
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Inspired by tingedwords and my own annoying mind.
Rainchaser's Archive
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Hiroto entered the bar, western rock music - it could have been Led Zeppelin or not - played at a level that blurred with the customer’s chats. He hadn't been there for a couple of weeks, being busy with a project for university. Nothing changed though; the bartender was still flirting with any handsome man who entered his place. He knew that not every man liked the idea of getting intimate with another, but could at least try to find those who did or were curious about it.
"Missed me?" The blond, pierced bartender purred, eyes hooded, leaning in towards Hiroto.
"You? Why should I?" The brunette grinned at the elicited pout. "Beer, please?"
"As you wish," He swirled a glass in his hand before filling it with the ordered beverage, placing it on the bar with the half empty bottle next to it. "Why is it that a gorgeous young man like you always comes and leaves my bar alone? There is something not quite right about that."
The younger smiled, "Maybe I'm a romantic."
"Want me to woo you like a gentleman?"
"I have doubts about you being anything considered gentle," He raised his beer.
"Maybe you're right," Aki laughed. "Hard and rough, that's more like it."
"Just wait until you fall in love," Hiroto turned slightly, leaning on one elbow, starting to scan the bar.
Aki just huffed and rolled his eyes, "There is no such thing." Of course Hiroto saw how he averted his eyes to the direction of the kitchen. He was lying and doing a bad job at it.
It had been the regular costumers, students, young couples, a few bachelor business men eating a lone meal of ramen or yaki soba. Some young and styled men occupied the pool table, one giggling while the other two seemed to have a lovers banter. Of course there was the obligatory drunk slouching in his booth; probably heart broken or just plain broke. Hiroto liked this place. It inspired him. It made him bubble up with ideas for paintings, sculptures, photography sessions, you name it. He tried to capture a scene and transfer the abstract emotion into an everlasting shape for everyone to see and feel.
And the beer was good.
There was a booth in a corner that usually was occupied by a couple making out - the lamp above it was dimmer than the others by chance - or it wasn't occupied at all.
This night, though, there was a single man sitting in it. He was smoking. Languidly. As if he had all time in the world. The first thing that came to Hiroto's mind was dark. He had black hair, deepest black, carefully styled. His brows were thinned, but that didn't surprise him, more and more men did it these days. There was the faint glint of a piercing underneath his lips. Those lips that pursed around the cigarette like none he had seen before, there was something sensual about it. He wore a black shirt with a black tie under a black suit. Black was a common color to wear but on him it looked so different. He was pale, almost white, making the black seem darker and his hazel eyes glow. Hazel eyes. He wasn't Japanese, or at least not fully. Not with that nose. He looked tall, too.
"I don't know his name," Aki said.
"Huh?"
"That scary guy in the sex booth; I don't know his name. He didn't order anything, just sits around and smokes. The first time he came here I thought he was waiting for a date, but this is the fifth or sixth time this month he’s come here and still he just sits around and smokes." Aki leaned on the bar, looking at the stranger with an eerie feeling.
"Maybe he doesn't know who he is waiting for," Hiroto mused.
"Is that about romantics again?" Aki chuckled.
"Maybe," Pictures flashed in his mind. That man on a black background, holding a black rose blossom in a tight grasp. That man sitting on a golden throne, legs crossed, smoking a long white cigarette, with his other hand petting the head of a panther. That man, naked and gleaming in a cold light, face down on a black marble table.
"He scares me," Aki said in a hushed voice, sounding slightly childish.
"Oh, come on," The younger laughed and looked back at his blond friend.
"Dinner for table five is ready!" The cook chirped from his window and placed a red bowl on the tray.
Hiroto smiled as he saw Aki practically dashed towards the other man, thanking him and heading for said table. He made a mental note to nag Aki about asking his cook out.
He downed the last of his beer and straightened his shoulders. He needed to get to know him. He pushed himself off the bar and approached his booth. He felt his eyes on him, watching every step, every move. He couldn't deny he was a little nervous and brushed his palms against his jeans.
There was this rule about getting to know people: Be bold.
He sat down across the narrow table and smiled at the cold looking man. He pulled out his own pack of cigarettes, placed one stick between his full lips and lit it, taking a hasty drag.
"I'm Hiroto," he said, keeping the smile up.
A - as he saw now - perfectly shaped and slightly colored brow cocked.
"Why are you sitting here alone?" Hiroto leaned against the dark blue fake leather of the booth's back.
"Why are you keeping me from staying alone?" The other dropped some ash into the tray.
Ah, a response, "Because you look certainly too interesting."
"Is that so," Another long drag. The blue-ish smoke emerging from his mouth in leisure swirls, dancing like a silk sheet in a breeze.
"I'm quite positive about that," eyes roamed over the other man's face. Was he wearing make-up?
There was no answer for a few moments, only smoke mingling.
"What is your name?" Hiroto asked, propping his chin on the ball of his left hand.
There was hesitation masked as arrogance. "Tora."
"That's not your real name, is it?"
Another cocked brow. The cold look turning into glower, "Of course not."
"What is it, then?" Smile. It some point all that ice will start to crumble. It always did.
"It's none of your business," He stubbed his cigarette just to lighten the next.
"Okay. So tell me, Tora, why aren't you ordering anything? The poor keeper is too scared of you - or maybe too attracted, you're quite handsome I have to admit - to kick you out." He stubbed his own end but didn't bother to pick another.
"I don't want anything," His brows were creasing. He was getting annoyed.
Hiroto didn't bother.
"But Kenzo is an awesome cook. You should try something. It's not that expensive, too." He started to fumble with a corner of the menu.
"I don't need anything," The smoke gushed out in a huff.
Hiroto tapped the table's surface for a little while, watching the other. That was definitely make-up.
"Can I see your fangs?"
It was meant as a joke. Nothing more than a joke. But Tora held down his cigarette and two perfectly sharp canines extended, sending a shiver down Hiroto's spine.
That man was more than interesting.
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→ Next.
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Thank you, tingedwords, for the beta-ing. But I'm not so sure if I should be thankful for having vampire!Tora stuck in my head.
Chapter: Prologue
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: AU
Pairings: Tora/Hiroto
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Inspired by tingedwords and my own annoying mind.
Rainchaser's Archive
__________________________________
Hiroto entered the bar, western rock music - it could have been Led Zeppelin or not - played at a level that blurred with the customer’s chats. He hadn't been there for a couple of weeks, being busy with a project for university. Nothing changed though; the bartender was still flirting with any handsome man who entered his place. He knew that not every man liked the idea of getting intimate with another, but could at least try to find those who did or were curious about it.
"Missed me?" The blond, pierced bartender purred, eyes hooded, leaning in towards Hiroto.
"You? Why should I?" The brunette grinned at the elicited pout. "Beer, please?"
"As you wish," He swirled a glass in his hand before filling it with the ordered beverage, placing it on the bar with the half empty bottle next to it. "Why is it that a gorgeous young man like you always comes and leaves my bar alone? There is something not quite right about that."
The younger smiled, "Maybe I'm a romantic."
"Want me to woo you like a gentleman?"
"I have doubts about you being anything considered gentle," He raised his beer.
"Maybe you're right," Aki laughed. "Hard and rough, that's more like it."
"Just wait until you fall in love," Hiroto turned slightly, leaning on one elbow, starting to scan the bar.
Aki just huffed and rolled his eyes, "There is no such thing." Of course Hiroto saw how he averted his eyes to the direction of the kitchen. He was lying and doing a bad job at it.
It had been the regular costumers, students, young couples, a few bachelor business men eating a lone meal of ramen or yaki soba. Some young and styled men occupied the pool table, one giggling while the other two seemed to have a lovers banter. Of course there was the obligatory drunk slouching in his booth; probably heart broken or just plain broke. Hiroto liked this place. It inspired him. It made him bubble up with ideas for paintings, sculptures, photography sessions, you name it. He tried to capture a scene and transfer the abstract emotion into an everlasting shape for everyone to see and feel.
And the beer was good.
There was a booth in a corner that usually was occupied by a couple making out - the lamp above it was dimmer than the others by chance - or it wasn't occupied at all.
This night, though, there was a single man sitting in it. He was smoking. Languidly. As if he had all time in the world. The first thing that came to Hiroto's mind was dark. He had black hair, deepest black, carefully styled. His brows were thinned, but that didn't surprise him, more and more men did it these days. There was the faint glint of a piercing underneath his lips. Those lips that pursed around the cigarette like none he had seen before, there was something sensual about it. He wore a black shirt with a black tie under a black suit. Black was a common color to wear but on him it looked so different. He was pale, almost white, making the black seem darker and his hazel eyes glow. Hazel eyes. He wasn't Japanese, or at least not fully. Not with that nose. He looked tall, too.
"I don't know his name," Aki said.
"Huh?"
"That scary guy in the sex booth; I don't know his name. He didn't order anything, just sits around and smokes. The first time he came here I thought he was waiting for a date, but this is the fifth or sixth time this month he’s come here and still he just sits around and smokes." Aki leaned on the bar, looking at the stranger with an eerie feeling.
"Maybe he doesn't know who he is waiting for," Hiroto mused.
"Is that about romantics again?" Aki chuckled.
"Maybe," Pictures flashed in his mind. That man on a black background, holding a black rose blossom in a tight grasp. That man sitting on a golden throne, legs crossed, smoking a long white cigarette, with his other hand petting the head of a panther. That man, naked and gleaming in a cold light, face down on a black marble table.
"He scares me," Aki said in a hushed voice, sounding slightly childish.
"Oh, come on," The younger laughed and looked back at his blond friend.
"Dinner for table five is ready!" The cook chirped from his window and placed a red bowl on the tray.
Hiroto smiled as he saw Aki practically dashed towards the other man, thanking him and heading for said table. He made a mental note to nag Aki about asking his cook out.
He downed the last of his beer and straightened his shoulders. He needed to get to know him. He pushed himself off the bar and approached his booth. He felt his eyes on him, watching every step, every move. He couldn't deny he was a little nervous and brushed his palms against his jeans.
There was this rule about getting to know people: Be bold.
He sat down across the narrow table and smiled at the cold looking man. He pulled out his own pack of cigarettes, placed one stick between his full lips and lit it, taking a hasty drag.
"I'm Hiroto," he said, keeping the smile up.
A - as he saw now - perfectly shaped and slightly colored brow cocked.
"Why are you sitting here alone?" Hiroto leaned against the dark blue fake leather of the booth's back.
"Why are you keeping me from staying alone?" The other dropped some ash into the tray.
Ah, a response, "Because you look certainly too interesting."
"Is that so," Another long drag. The blue-ish smoke emerging from his mouth in leisure swirls, dancing like a silk sheet in a breeze.
"I'm quite positive about that," eyes roamed over the other man's face. Was he wearing make-up?
There was no answer for a few moments, only smoke mingling.
"What is your name?" Hiroto asked, propping his chin on the ball of his left hand.
There was hesitation masked as arrogance. "Tora."
"That's not your real name, is it?"
Another cocked brow. The cold look turning into glower, "Of course not."
"What is it, then?" Smile. It some point all that ice will start to crumble. It always did.
"It's none of your business," He stubbed his cigarette just to lighten the next.
"Okay. So tell me, Tora, why aren't you ordering anything? The poor keeper is too scared of you - or maybe too attracted, you're quite handsome I have to admit - to kick you out." He stubbed his own end but didn't bother to pick another.
"I don't want anything," His brows were creasing. He was getting annoyed.
Hiroto didn't bother.
"But Kenzo is an awesome cook. You should try something. It's not that expensive, too." He started to fumble with a corner of the menu.
"I don't need anything," The smoke gushed out in a huff.
Hiroto tapped the table's surface for a little while, watching the other. That was definitely make-up.
"Can I see your fangs?"
It was meant as a joke. Nothing more than a joke. But Tora held down his cigarette and two perfectly sharp canines extended, sending a shiver down Hiroto's spine.
That man was more than interesting.
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→ Next.
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Thank you, tingedwords, for the beta-ing. But I'm not so sure if I should be thankful for having vampire!Tora stuck in my head.