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Your Sins Into Me	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Settling down on either side of a large metal bowl filled with slowly-heating broth and spices, Kyo and Kaoru found that without Die’s boundless enthusiasm to keep the conversation moving, awkward silences stretched frequently and heavily between them. Kaoru was obviously curious about Kyo, and tried to get the blonde to open up with casual questions, but Kyo was still worried that Kaoru was an actual stalker, and every innocent question turned into an interrogation in his mind. Every inquiry was met with a vague, carefully guarded response. They looked over their menu options with thick tension weighing down the air around them.
Kyo sighed a bit, wistfully, when he looked over the soup portion of his menu.
“Is something wrong?” Kaoru asked, looking over the top of his own booklet with a curious frown.
“No, just… a little homesick. They have white miso here, but I haven’t found anywhere in this city that makes it quite right…”
“White miso, huh? I thought I heard a bit of a Kyoto accent. When did you move to Tokyo?”
“I guess… three years ago now? I’m still not really used to it.”
Kaoru noticed the small opening in Kyo’s reticent defenses, and pushed forward carefully, “What’s Kyoto like? I’ve never been.”
Kyo’s smile was sweet and sincere, eyes hooding halfway as he stared absently through his menu. “It’s beautiful. It’s slowly becoming more modern like here, but a lot of it is still temples and shrines and old-fashioned townhouses with all kinds of ancient maple and cherry blossom trees growing everywhere. We lived on the edge of the Gion district and all the buildings in our neighborhood were still the traditional style. There are festivals all the time, and there was a Buddhist temple down the street that grows the best kyouyasai you’ve ever had.”
Kaoru rested his chin in one hand, fascinated. “You lived in Gion? That’s the geisha district, isn’t it?”
“Mmhmm. My mother’s family has been weaving kimono for generations, and she and my grandmother still do.” Kyo looked proud. “They make the best kimono in all of Japan.”
“Your name is spelled with the same kanji… are you named for Kyoto?”
Kyo’s face fell and he looked away a little. “I took the name in recognition of my hometown, yes, but… it’s not my given name.”
Kaoru was baffled by that. “Not your given… what is your name then? Why take a different one?”
At first, it seemed like Kyo wasn’t going to answer, brooding for a long moment before replying in clipped tones, “My mother named me Tooru. After my father.”
There was a long, uncomfortable silence then, and Kaoru regretting pushing the question. Kyo was scowling and sitting with his shoulders hunched just a little, defensively, as if he was worried Kaoru would keep asking questions, and the older man felt a bit guilty for upsetting him so much. He could tell it was a sensitive topic and mulled on it as their food was delivered, waiting for the waitress to leave before speaking again.
“I’ve always wanted to see the Gion Festival one day,” he mentioned carefully.
“…You should. It’s a lot of fun,” Kyo mumbled, gaze still averted.
“You’ve probably seen tons of times though, it’s not boring?”
Dark gold eyes flashed with pride. “Never! The days before the parade, my mother and Gran open up the house to festival-goers and let them inside to see the old kimono that have been passed down in our family. It’s the only time they ever bring them out, and they’re amazing, I love seeing them. And downtown, they block off the streets for floats and food stands and everyone dresses up.”
It was a narrow save, but Kaoru was careful to avoid any other pitfalls like the first, and kept the conversation going steadily throughout dinner. By the time their meal was finished, Kyo was at ease around the other man and his excitement for the horror marathon was beginning to show in his light step and bright eyes as they left the restaurant. The heavy spring sky had broken into a light rain, and they ended up running down the street to the theater to avoid getting wet.
Sinking into plush seats in the center of the theater, they huddled in the dark and basked in just over six straight hours of bloodcurdling screams, gruesome deaths, and chilling suspense. More than once, while other people in the audience were gasping and screaming, Kyo was cheering on the bad guys and monsters, and Kaoru had to put a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing at the blonde. Kyo had to bite his tongue several times as well, when Kaoru would reach forward to lightly brush a hand over the hair of the overly-flighty girl sitting in front of them. The poor woman would scream and whip around every time, eyes wide, but Kaoru would already be sitting back in his seat, eyes fixed on the screen.
When at last the screen went dark and the lights came back on, Kyo was nearly bouncing with exhilaration as he recounted his favorite scenes. The older man had a wide grin fixed firmly across his sharp face as they meandered out of the theater. Kyo was gripping a truly hideous plush monster toy that Kaoru had coaxed out of a game machine for him, and his long fingers were crushing the poor thing with the force of his exuberance. They came to a stop in front of the club, intending to drop by and visit Shinya and Die, and found the whole place empty and dark.
“What the hell?” Kyo flipped open his phone to check the time and sputtered, scandalized. “Holy shit! It’s past two in the morning!”
“Is it really?” Kaoru looked at his watch, eyebrows high. “Hell. So it is.”
“Damnit, I’ll have to catch a taxi,” Kyo sighed, chewing his lower lip. The last trains out of the city stopped at midnight, and wouldn’t start up again until five-thirty in the morning.
Kaoru was already flagging one down with one arm. When the vehicle pulled up to the curb in front of him, he held the door open for Kyo with an exaggerated bow. The blonde snorted and put one foot in before looking back up at the older man.
“I… guess this is goodnight?”
“Aa. Thank you for letting me accompany you, it was a lot of fun.”
“Thanks for dinner, and the doll. I’ll see you next week, at the bar?”
Kaoru’s eyes looked black in the shadow of the streetlamps. With the roof of the car blocking the driver’s view, he leaned in close enough for his lips to just barely brush the edge of Kyo‘s ear, voice low as he whispered, “Count on it.”
Kyo stiffened, eyes wide, at the sudden intensity and invasion of his space. Kaoru moved away casually, leaning in to murmur something to the cab driver before walking away. The blonde watched the man’s retreating back for a long moment before slowly sinking into the back seat of the taxi and giving the driver his address. The trip home was a blur, Kyo’s heart throbbing in his throat as one hand came up to touch the still-tingling flesh of his ear. What the hell was that? When he tried to pay the cab driver, the man waved a hand and explained that it had already been taken care of, and he was stunned as he watched the car pull away.
When he crept into the apartment, Hakuei was already in bed and snoring softly. Kyo undressed and slipped into bed, pressing his forehead into a lean chest when one of the man’s long arms wrapped possessively around him. Even in sleep, the older man could hardly contain his jealous nature. Wrapped in his lover’s strong arms, the blonde drifted off into fitful dreams of predatory eyes and an ornate silver cross flashing in darkness filled with sinful whispers.
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