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Dreamscape	By : sakurazukamori6 Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 18142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Mirage of Blaze, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/n: Sorry for the short chapter, but I tried to update fast.
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�Takaya. Takaya. Please get up.� Naoe�s voice was calling out to him and Takaya, turning over on his other side to escape that determined hand was again shaken.

This was strangely familiar.

The hand that was on his shoulder was now stroking his stomach through his shirt and it didn�t take long for Takaya to realize this wasn�t like before.

�Yeah, yeah. I�m up, I�m up.� He pushed the hand away and out of his foggy brain little details were suddenly coming to him, like Haruie and Chiaki weren�t in the room, or the house smelled like pancakes or his pants were loose around his hips or his back was a little sticky.

�Gross.� He said, rolling onto his knees and sitting up straight to get a better view of the room.

The first thing he noticed was Naoe�s frown.

�What�s your problem?�

There was a crease in the corner of Naoe�s eyes that made Takaya suddenly more alert.

�We have to go back.� The Possessor said, a hint of tension in his voice.

�I thought we were going to check out the castle�� Takaya saw Naoe shake his head and he let his sentence trail off. �We�re not going to the castle.�

�We�re going back to Matsumoto.� Naoe was standing up and extending out a hand to him and Takaya less annoyed�and less bashful�took the offered hand and let the man pull him up. He was starting to get used to Naoe�s manners.

�Where�s that lady and her husband?� He asked, as he noticed that there was no sunlight filtering through the blinds in the living room, only darkness and silence. �What time is it?� Takaya, scrubbing his eyes with the back of his hand searched around for a clock.

�It�s three in the morning.� Naoe said.

�Eh?�

�And I don�t know where Mr. and Mrs. Tanaka are. They�ve all�vanished along with the child.�

Takaya�s eyes widened and he was suddenly darting through the house, checking each room to find that there really was no one present.

�Where are-�

Naoe put a reassuring hand on his shoulder when he had wondered back out into the living room, looking him straight in the face and practically reading his mind from it. �Don�t worry. Chiaki and Haruie are just checking around. They�re going to be gone for a while and it�s not safe for us to stay here.�

Naoe was pushing him toward the door and Takaya still dazed by sleep and the day�s events couldn�t help but let himself be herded out the door and into Naoe�s car.

�What?� He found himself uttering as somehow, within the last minute or two, Takaya had found himself in the passenger seat, seat belt fastened and the sound of the auto lock clicking into place.

Naoe had started the car and was reversing out of the driveway with nary a glance back at the abandoned house, the fa�ade no longer that mix of warmth and family presence Takaya had glimpsed upon, when he two days ago had walked up the driveway, but now more resembling Kiyosu�s cold exterior and hollow halls.

�Where are we going?� Takaya felt the cold buckle of the seat belt press into his bare hip and his hands moved gently over the strap, his movements slow and thorough as if he was searching for some kind of reality along the ridges, because ever since waking, all of this had felt like a dream. Even through the clarity of tactile sense, he was still not certain of reality.

Naoe pressed on the accelerator, hitting a speed bump that had jostled Takaya forward. It threw him into a sudden awareness, like he had been under the spell of a sleepwalker and was now blinking awake.

�I don�t know exactly what�s going on, so for the mean time I�m taking you someplace else, someplace safe.� Naoe said cryptically and Takaya�s panic didn�t abate at these words, but seemed to grow. Something like a cold sweat was making his shirt cling to his neck and his sides and he felt his tongue go numb.

�Naoe�I feel kind of sick.� He knew he wasn�t the type to get carsick. He had no problem with motion sickness and he hadn�t eaten anything funny yesterday. He knew he also wasn�t the type to just blurt out these kinds of things. It could have been the sudden waking and the clammy, cold air hitting his skin. It disorientated him, made him sluggish and something�something was making his heart rate beat erratically in his chest. His head was spinning.

This wasn�t normal.

�Naoe?� He felt his eyelids go heavy, but sleep seemed so�disgusting right now�and yet, he couldn�t keep his eyes from trembling and shuddering close.

�Go to sleep. I�ll wake you when we get there.� Naoe�s voice was smooth, seemed to brush over his too hot skin like a soothing, cool caress and before he knew it, he was out light like a light.

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He felt someone carrying him, felt an cradling his back and an arm under his knees. His head was propped up against something sturdy and alive, the rhythmic motion lulling him further into sleep.

The cool midnight air was tracing over one side of his neck, while the rest of his body felt warm. Something heavy was draped over his shoulders. It was grazing his arm. It felt like rough fabric.

It felt like he was floating.

�Did you have him de-clawed?� A voice, a familiar voice drifted from nearby. �It was a hard chase, but you�ve finally cornered your kitty cat.� That mocking, condescending drawl, it was so familiar. He knew he should be able to immediately place it.

�What? Cat got your tongue, Mr. Wolf?�

He felt the rhythm of the chest under him stop and then start back slowly again.

�Were you the one who called Nagahide?� With his ear pressed against Naoe�s chest, Naoe�s voice boomed into his head.

�Well, you all move rather slowly. Someone had to be given the task of wrenching your heads from out of the sand.�

�So you just happened to be passing by my apartment when it was being ransacked.�

�They were being very loud. Pity, I didn�t see their faces.�

�Why are you doing this?�

�Because the Uesugi Army is a quaint bunch, when compared to Nobunaga�s forces, and I rather find you all very entertaining.�

�This isn�t a game.�

�Oh, I know, but let me pretend it is for a little bit longer, if only for the thrill.�

Takaya chose to groan aloud then, shifting in Naoe�s arms and reaching his own up to wrap around the older man�s neck.

�Naoe?� He said groggily, as he peeked from under his bangs, thankful it was still dark out. He could see the outline of a person some feet away and then that person was moving out of the shadows and into a patch of moonlight.

�Khosaka�� he growled, because there was no other way for him to address this man.

Khosaka�s visits were never a pleasant surprise.

�Finally awake�hmm, but you do look so comfortable�curled up like a cat.�

Takaya glared at him and retorted with a �Fucker.� Followed by a �Why is he here?� Takaya�s fingers around the shoulder in his grasp tightened. �Where are we?� He found himself staring at a 1.Kuro-matsu (Black pine tree) the branches against the sky even darker than the night as it loomed over a traditional looking entrance.

�My house,� Naoe said, but his eyes were still on Khosaka.

�Your�� and then Takaya remembered that Naoe had told him once that he lived in a�temple. So he was renting out an apartment on the side, probably for his work and he also owned a house�a temple house. Dear god, how much money did this man have?

Takaya pulled at the sleeve in his grasp, his lower body pressing down in the arms holding him so Naoe would get the hint to put him down.

Naoe lowered him to the ground and he somehow came away with the jacket still on his shoulders. Khosaka was still smiling at him; his dark lips catching the white light of the moon and making it gleam like a fanged snake.

Takaya couldn�t stop himself from reaching out and grabbing the pretty boy by the collar of his shirt. �What the hell are you lookin� at?�

Khosaka�s smiled widened even more, �Hmm.� He looked Takaya up and down, his perusal stopping on the knuckles that were twisted in his shirt. �Nothing much.� He tossed his hair to the side so his bangs no longer concealed one eye, his head now turned slightly to the side with the motion as he proudly displayed the same self-satisfied smirk that made Takaya want to bust his face apart. Although wanting and acting on had been separated until Khosaka knowing exactly how to push Takaya�s buttons teasingly added, �Did having Naoe inside of you make you even more aggressive, mmh Ka-ge-to-ra-sa-ma?�

Takaya had let his fist fly before he could think about, which was fine by him, because ever since he�d met the man, he just wanted an excuse to deck him.

Naoe unfortunately had caught his wrist before his fist could connect and was suddenly pulling him by the scruff of his shirt. He was yanked back hard against the Possessor when he�d lunged at Khosaka for a second time.

�Takaya.� He could hear the warning in Naoe�s voice, but his anger was thick and choking, and during his scuffle to get away from the Possessor, he had elbowed Naoe in the ribs. Naoe took his jostling with a heavy hand as he grabbed the back of his neck and the upper arm closest to him and began to haul him in the direction of the temple house.

�Let�me�go!� Takaya pushed back, felt the grip on his nape squeeze down until it felt like his legs were going to give out. Then there was the jingle of keys and the sudden creak of the door opening.

�I�m gonna fucking kill that bastard.�

Naoe without further ado shoved him into the house by the hold on his neck and slammed the door in his face when the boy had made an attempt to get back outside, back to Khosaka and his infuriating smile.

�You will stay here until you calm yourself down.� Naoe�s voice was muffled through the door, but Takaya could still clearly hear the stern and commanding tone, and the warning attached that dared him to him to flick open the lock on his side of the door and come back out here.

�Fuck!� Takaya kicked the door hard in response when he heard Naoe walk away from the door.

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He opened the door and began to untie his shoes, placing them down in the 2.genkan and stepping up onto the raised floor of his living room. He scanned his sparse living room for any signs of Takaya, more than ready to dodge a fist, or even a vase thrown his way, since Takaya tended to get violent when he was angry.

He noticed his jacket abandoned on the floor and he picked it up and shook it out. He looked around some more, noticing one of his chairs was tipped over and the corner of the rug leading to kitchen was bent.

He padded sock footed onto the linoleum floors, loosening his tie and checking for more signs of Takaya�s migration. He saw the door to his bedroom open, the light on and when he�d walked in expecting Takaya, he found nothing but silence and one corner of his bed crinkled with the evidence of someone having sat there.

He left his living quarters and entered into the main temple area by way of the outside wooden walkway, passing 3.fusuma (sliding doors) that led to meditation rooms and bedrooms for guests. Coming upon the 4.Washitsu (room), Naoe noticed that Takaya�s sneakers were placed over to the side. The boy probably having stomped his way over here in a fit of rage and finally realizing his fault�that he hadn�t left his shoes in the genkan�had left them here. This was the room where he consoled clients; it was also the room where he entertained business prospects whenever his employers asked this job of him.

He slid open the fusuma quietly and was met with the sight of Takaya, curled up on the 5.zubuton (cushion), his arms cushioning his head, as it rested on the center, low table.

Even in sleep, with the way he positioned himself, his back to the screen, his spine easily visible through the light t-shirt he wore, Takaya looked every bit as angry and tense as Naoe figured he was. He was also breathing louder than usual and his hands were in loose fists on the table.

Naoe walked up to him and stooped down, passing a hand over Takaya�s back in a motion he knew calmed the boy more than he would ever admit. He heard Takaya�s breath hitch and then level out, the fists on the table loosening until his hands were pressed palm flat against the surface, his head lulling to the side so his face was abandoning the cradle of his elbow. He began to rub one side of his cheek against the cool wood, the temperature most likely refreshing compared to the somewhat warm room and his own warmth induced by anger.

Naoe, taking in the sight of Takaya didn�t have the heart to wake him, or even move him. Takaya just looked so�adorable curled up and it really wasn�t his fault when he�d found a seat behind Takaya and leaned his chest against his back, careful not to put too much of his weight on him, but still making himself comfortable, as he brought his arms around Takaya�s waist and held from behind.

Takaya smelled like him.

He smelled like sex.

�and the fragrant, full-bodied scent of the black pine tree outside.

He buried his nose between his shoulder blades and pulled until Takaya had slid back into his lap. The shift however seemed to upset some internal balance within the boy and
Takaya huffed, his hands now moving sleepily and clumsily over the table in an unconscious attempt to find some stability.

�Takaya.� Naoe whispered and the boy was sitting up suddenly and wiping at his mouth with his forearm, because he was drooling a little.

�Huh?� And then Takaya, coming awake by degrees had enough presence of mind to try and roll off of Naoe because he was starting to remember his anger.

Naoe tightened his arms, hunching over even further on Takaya, so he was trapping the boy with his bigger body. �Stay like this for a little��

�Why? So you can have sex with me and then slap me around afterwards?� Takaya answered, which Naoe thought was very unfair, as he had only been doing that on account of Takaya�s petty reactions.

�Takaya, you were�-

Takaya made another attempt to escape his hold and Naoe had to abandon his sentence and focus on keeping the boy from getting away, his touch making Takaya recall the exact reason why he was so angry. �If I want to hit somebody, you goddamn better well learn to get the fuck out of the way.� Takaya sneered at him. �And don�t think for a second I won�t kick a tame dog if it bites me.�

Naoe flinched. Takaya definitely knew how to dig into his wounds and pride with his metaphors. He should have been angry, but his chest hurt more from sadness than ferociousness.

He hugged Takaya tighter.

�I brought you here because my apartment has been�tampered with.� He hoped Takaya would calm down if he continued to talk to him like this.

�Did Khosaka tell you that?� Takaya nastily responded.

�Yes.� It was the truth. He would not lie about something so obvious and maybe it would make Takaya see that Khosaka was trying to help, even if his methods were convoluted.

�I was plannin� to gouge his eyes out when he�d said that shit about me.� Takaya�s words weren�t conversational, but threatening, promising blood. He�d forgotten sometimes what kind of environment Takaya had grown up in. It reminded him of how violent the young man was and how he wouldn�t think for a second about using that violence on somebody that insulted him.

�Next time I see him, he better run.�

Takaya was a spiteful creature that had more pride and little else when he wanted it that way.

�He better run fast.�

He didn�t want to say it, because if he did he�d sound like a horrible hypocrite, but Takaya really did need to learn how to manage his anger. He needed to learn how to take insults without letting his temper get the best of him, or an enemy would use this tactic against him.

�Please don�t take him seriously. He teases you because he knows how you�ll take it.�

Takaya hostilely spat back at him, �So what? We can�t all be an emotionless, fucking wall like you.�

If he wasn�t so patient and understanding of the boy�s moods, he would have surely done something he would have regretted in the morning. Thankfully the only thing he did do was breath out slowly from his chest and clutch Takaya tighter.

If there was one thing that hadn�t changed about Takaya was that his verbal abuse still stung like hot iron.

�Please�Takaya.�

He felt the boy slump back on him and saw him close his eyes. �What?�

�He�s just trying to form an alliance with us. No one wants to face Nobunaga alone. And he did warn us about coming home.�

�Tch. Did he say anything about who�?�

�No. We still don�t know who went through my apartment.�

�Then what use is he?� Takaya said caustically. �So what are we supposed to do now? Wait this shit out? Somebody�s declaring war on us, the least we could do was flick them off in person.�

�The situation is more difficult now that Irobe has disappeared. We should tread cautiously, because whoever we�re facing has the ability to exorcise Possessors.� Naoe put his hand on Takaya�s stomach and ran his fingers over the dip in his belly.

�Yeah�I guess.� Takaya sighed when he repeated the motion.

�We can wait for Haruie and Chiaki to catch up. It won�t take too long.� Naoe quietly said, his nose pressing into the skin behind Takaya�s ear.

Takaya, reaching his arm around Naoe�s neck turned within the one-sided embrace that Naoe had on him and pulled the Possessor down to meet his mouth. It was hot and distracting. Naoe hadn�t expected such actions from Takaya and was surprised to find Takaya pushing up even harder into the contact of their lips. Naoe suddenly felt the press of the floor at his back as Takaya turned around in his embrace, his lips breaking away for only a second, so they could reconnect again with him straddling Naoe�s waist. He kissed him intensely, almost to the point where he was drawing blood, his mental frustrations being transmitted through his kiss as he lifted himself up on his knees, pulled away from Naoe�s mouth and looked down on the man with a hardhearted glare.

�You should know your place, Naoe.�

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A/n: It�s like this; Takaya and Naoe�s relationship have always seemed to me like a dance, they take one step forward and then two back. This chapter was supposed to show this, along with other things�hint. It�s a little weird.
I used the Japanese words instead of the translations because when describing Naoe�s house, I was going for authentic. I don�t know if that makes sense. Naoe doesn�t live in an apartment in the series, that was just my artistic license, but Naoe actually lives in a temple. I like to put him in different environments to see how he�ll react.

1.Kuro-matsu- Black pine tree.
2.Genkan- same level as the outside, place to keep shoes.
3.Fusuma- opaque sliding vertical partitions, sliding doors.
4.Washitsu- Japanese style room w/ Tatami flooring
5.Zubuton- cushion for a low table.
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