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lady_flamewingTitle: That Strange and Subtle Magic of Birthdays
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Yusuke/Kurama
Rating: Back down to PG, this time.
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suzu_no_hito
A/N: AU fic, inspired by a number of sources, most notably "The Djinn in the Nightingale's Eye".
The world swims slowly back into focus, and Yusuke finds himself once again staring at a pair of gauze-draped legs and delicate, bare feet. Except this time, he’s sprawled on the carpet, and – judging from the sore stiffness he can feel in his muscles – has been for some time.
Blinking groggily, he manages to stagger to his feet. When he glances up, he is met by that indecipherable emerald gaze, and he is unable to hold it. After only a moment, he has to look away, and he sits down heavily on his bed.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, hating himself for having nothing better to say. He’s just fucking seen – felt – this boy be repeatedly raped, and he can’t come up with anything other than ‘I’m sorry’.
For a long while, the djinn doesn’t answer, and Yusuke can’t blame him. He sure as hell doesn’t know what he’d say in this situation. Finally, though, the djinn breaks the silence to ask hesitantly, “You…regret…what has happened to me?”
That’s not at all the response Yusuke has been expecting, and he glances up in surprise. The djinn is watching him intently, brow furrowed in…confusion?
“Yes,” Yusuke answers immediately, but this appears to only bewilder the djinn further.
“Because…I have made you experience it in my place?” he says slowly.
“No,” Yusuke denies quickly. But then he thinks about it for a minute, and amends, “Yes. Well…” The djinn looks even more confused, so Yusuke shakes his head and tries to explain. “Look, no one should have to go through that kind of shit. No one.”
The djinn stares at him, and Yusuke feels the strangest sensation that the boy is actually seeing him for the first time. “It was their right,” he says slowly. “Their wishes were well within the rules.”
Yusuke collapses backwards with a groan. “Screw the rules. That’s not the point,” he protests. “They shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.” A terrible notion occurs to him then, and he stiffens in horror. “Like I did; I forced you to do something you didn’t want to. I forced you to talk.”
He slams his fists angrily down onto the mattress, which is far too yielding to give him any satisfaction. “Damn it! I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just wanted to get to know you.”
He’s so consumed by his self-disgust that he doesn’t notice the bed shift as a weight settles next to him, but he definitely notices when a warm body suddenly presses along his own, when thick hair spills across his chest.
“What – ” he begins, but the djinn hushes him with warm fingers across his lips, and Yusuke dazedly realizes that this is the first time the boy has ever touched him.
“Hush,” he murmurs, and those long fingers trail gently down Yusuke’s neck as the djinn pulls them away. Despite everything, Yusuke can’t stop the shiver that runs through his body at the touch, but if the djinn notices, he doesn’t say a word. They lie there in silence for quite some time, Yusuke’s pulse pounding in his ears and trying desperately to ignore the djinn’s tempting proximity.
“I lied to you, Master,” the djinn says softly, almost sadly. Yusuke glances down, but the boy’s face is hidden behind a curtain of red hair.
“When?” Yusuke asks, though he doesn’t really need – or care about – an answer. The memories he has seen have taught him quite a bit, the least of which is not that this djinn is mischievous, possibly even cruel.
The djinn answers, though. “There is something special about you,” he muses, hands drifting aimlessly across the planes of Yusuke’s chest. “But I don’t understand why.”
He looks up, and his gaze is mournful, bewildered, and old. “Your heart beats just the same,” he whispers. “Your blood sings in your veins in my presence, your body responds to my touches. So what is it that makes you so different, Master? Why does your heart mourn what your body desires?”
Again, Yusuke speaks without knowing what he’s going to say. “Yusuke,” he hears himself respond dazedly. “Please, call me Yusuke. Just once.”
The djinn blinks in surprise, then smiles, and Yusuke understands why he has been so very careful about his facial expressions. The boy is absolutely beautiful when he smiles. Following hard upon the heels of that thought is the vague realization that the concealing veil has disappeared. Yusuke wonders if that’s important.
“Yusuke,” the djinn repeats, and it just sounds so right. He slides gently up Yusuke’s body to rest his head in the dip between neck and shoulder, and when he speaks again, his lips brush delicately against Yusuke’s skin.
“My name is Kurama, Yusuke,” he breathes, and Yusuke bites back a groan. “Feel free to call on me.”
“Kurama,” Yusuke murmurs, and there again is that strange twinge of recognition, but before he can pursue it, he realizes that the body atop his is becoming less substantial by the moment. “Call on you when I make my last wish?”
“Yes,” the djinn (Kurama, Yusuke reminds himself) responds, just before he fades away entirely, and Yusuke feels his heart sink. But then Kurama’s voice drifts to him from nowhere and everywhere, “But I rather think I’d like to see you before then.”
And then he’s gone, leaving behind a faint perfume of flowers and an achingly familiar warmth on Yusuke’s skin.
Comments and criticisms welcomed. Enjoy!
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Yusuke/Kurama
Rating: Back down to PG, this time.
Beta:
suzu_no_hitoA/N: AU fic, inspired by a number of sources, most notably "The Djinn in the Nightingale's Eye".
The world swims slowly back into focus, and Yusuke finds himself once again staring at a pair of gauze-draped legs and delicate, bare feet. Except this time, he’s sprawled on the carpet, and – judging from the sore stiffness he can feel in his muscles – has been for some time.
Blinking groggily, he manages to stagger to his feet. When he glances up, he is met by that indecipherable emerald gaze, and he is unable to hold it. After only a moment, he has to look away, and he sits down heavily on his bed.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, hating himself for having nothing better to say. He’s just fucking seen – felt – this boy be repeatedly raped, and he can’t come up with anything other than ‘I’m sorry’.
For a long while, the djinn doesn’t answer, and Yusuke can’t blame him. He sure as hell doesn’t know what he’d say in this situation. Finally, though, the djinn breaks the silence to ask hesitantly, “You…regret…what has happened to me?”
That’s not at all the response Yusuke has been expecting, and he glances up in surprise. The djinn is watching him intently, brow furrowed in…confusion?
“Yes,” Yusuke answers immediately, but this appears to only bewilder the djinn further.
“Because…I have made you experience it in my place?” he says slowly.
“No,” Yusuke denies quickly. But then he thinks about it for a minute, and amends, “Yes. Well…” The djinn looks even more confused, so Yusuke shakes his head and tries to explain. “Look, no one should have to go through that kind of shit. No one.”
The djinn stares at him, and Yusuke feels the strangest sensation that the boy is actually seeing him for the first time. “It was their right,” he says slowly. “Their wishes were well within the rules.”
Yusuke collapses backwards with a groan. “Screw the rules. That’s not the point,” he protests. “They shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.” A terrible notion occurs to him then, and he stiffens in horror. “Like I did; I forced you to do something you didn’t want to. I forced you to talk.”
He slams his fists angrily down onto the mattress, which is far too yielding to give him any satisfaction. “Damn it! I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just wanted to get to know you.”
He’s so consumed by his self-disgust that he doesn’t notice the bed shift as a weight settles next to him, but he definitely notices when a warm body suddenly presses along his own, when thick hair spills across his chest.
“What – ” he begins, but the djinn hushes him with warm fingers across his lips, and Yusuke dazedly realizes that this is the first time the boy has ever touched him.
“Hush,” he murmurs, and those long fingers trail gently down Yusuke’s neck as the djinn pulls them away. Despite everything, Yusuke can’t stop the shiver that runs through his body at the touch, but if the djinn notices, he doesn’t say a word. They lie there in silence for quite some time, Yusuke’s pulse pounding in his ears and trying desperately to ignore the djinn’s tempting proximity.
“I lied to you, Master,” the djinn says softly, almost sadly. Yusuke glances down, but the boy’s face is hidden behind a curtain of red hair.
“When?” Yusuke asks, though he doesn’t really need – or care about – an answer. The memories he has seen have taught him quite a bit, the least of which is not that this djinn is mischievous, possibly even cruel.
The djinn answers, though. “There is something special about you,” he muses, hands drifting aimlessly across the planes of Yusuke’s chest. “But I don’t understand why.”
He looks up, and his gaze is mournful, bewildered, and old. “Your heart beats just the same,” he whispers. “Your blood sings in your veins in my presence, your body responds to my touches. So what is it that makes you so different, Master? Why does your heart mourn what your body desires?”
Again, Yusuke speaks without knowing what he’s going to say. “Yusuke,” he hears himself respond dazedly. “Please, call me Yusuke. Just once.”
The djinn blinks in surprise, then smiles, and Yusuke understands why he has been so very careful about his facial expressions. The boy is absolutely beautiful when he smiles. Following hard upon the heels of that thought is the vague realization that the concealing veil has disappeared. Yusuke wonders if that’s important.
“Yusuke,” the djinn repeats, and it just sounds so right. He slides gently up Yusuke’s body to rest his head in the dip between neck and shoulder, and when he speaks again, his lips brush delicately against Yusuke’s skin.
“My name is Kurama, Yusuke,” he breathes, and Yusuke bites back a groan. “Feel free to call on me.”
“Kurama,” Yusuke murmurs, and there again is that strange twinge of recognition, but before he can pursue it, he realizes that the body atop his is becoming less substantial by the moment. “Call on you when I make my last wish?”
“Yes,” the djinn (Kurama, Yusuke reminds himself) responds, just before he fades away entirely, and Yusuke feels his heart sink. But then Kurama’s voice drifts to him from nowhere and everywhere, “But I rather think I’d like to see you before then.”
And then he’s gone, leaving behind a faint perfume of flowers and an achingly familiar warmth on Yusuke’s skin.
Comments and criticisms welcomed. Enjoy!
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Date: 2008-03-06 04:10 am (UTC)>.< Poor Kurama, but maybe Yusuke can help him. ^^
lovely as always~
write more soon♥
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Date: 2008-03-06 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-06 04:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-06 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-06 06:05 am (UTC)And I love how they are now calling each other by name. :D
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Date: 2008-03-06 12:22 pm (UTC)But, yes - Kurama can't help but be drawn in by someone like Yusuke.
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Date: 2008-03-11 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-16 12:57 am (UTC)Secondly: Story is made of epic win! Y'know, I've had insane difficulty finding anyone else who actually knows of Byatt? (Who is not my English teacher, I mean.) I actually haven't read Djinn in the Nightingale's Eye yet, though, and I'm glad. I'd rather read this without having anything spoiled. It looks awesome.
Also: ...is the veil important because it's a symbol for Kurama's "veiled" self - his thoughts and emotions? Yes?
*tries not to guess too much at plot implications*
~Million Fools
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Date: 2008-03-16 03:47 am (UTC)Yeah, Byatt was pointed out to me by my amazing high school librarian. You should get on "Djinn in the Nightingale's Eye", though - it's awesome. And this won't follow it too closely, I promise. Nothing to be spoiled, I think.
You win the internet - that's totally what it means.