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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:Thanks for all those who are still with me. Your reviews are very appreciated. Also I think I should make this clear, this fic is based solely on the anime, since I have never had the pleasure of reading the manga. All the interpretations of certain things are anime based and for all those who have read the manga, some things are bound to clash, but please bear with me.
Alexandra: Oh yes, my head is now ten times bigger because of you. I like the floaty feeling you give me and I hope to have more of your lovely reviews.
Enzeru:Thanks the continual support, your reviews are always a pleasure to read. Takaya and Naoe are being far too stupid and petty in my chapters, I�m so sorry to make such a nice reader sad, but that�s the effect I was going for.
Ri:Sorry for the slow update but RL is kicking my ass. Anyhoo, ah tension, Takaya and Naoe�s relationship is completely built around this, so if I�d never incorporated it in this fic, then something wouldn�t feel right. Thanks always for the insightful, nice reviews.
Katherine:I�m happy that you liked that line. It�s my favorite too. I think it�s the only good thing in that whole chapter. I would also love to see a continuation of the anime, but dammit they�re cruel to us.

SohmaNina-san:Thank you, sometimes I don�t know if I�m on the right track for their relationship, so it�s always helpful to hear that I�m sticking to some kind of order for these two, even if that order is disorder. I�m confusing myself.
Miztikal-Dragon: LOL. You really know what you want and that makes me both happy and sad, because I want to give you more smut, but I'm working on an actual...well something that looks like a plot, dammit I want smut too! (I'm a big baby) Thank you so much for sticking with this fic.
Masque:Thank you so much for always picking up on things and helping me out in the chapters. For the Kousaka/Khosaka, I always spelled it Kousaka, but for some reason I liked the Khosaka spelling. I�m weird. In the anime, when they were talking about the Uesugi, they had said, that only the Uesugi warriors could exorcize spirits, I guess I interpreted it wrongly since your explanations makes much more sense. But like all the other inaccuracies in this fic, I will most likely keep them that way.
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He wasn�t speaking to Naoe, even when the man was placing his dinner down in front of him and sitting down across from him with a quiet swish of his 1.yukata.

He drank his 2.miso in complete silence and Naoe, pouring him tea didn�t say a word about his unfriendly manner towards him. He could tell that Naoe, even through his quiet and his trained features was holding back his own amount of anger. The man�s jaw was locked up with tension and he was holding his cup with more force than the lacquered, thin container required.

He sipped his tea quietly, his eyes appearing closed as he looked over the brim of his cup at Naoe and studied the man�s attempt to keep his anger under his control.

They were both pretty angry right now.

He was angry with Naoe.

And Naoe was angry with him.

There was no way to pretty up or embellish that truth.

Even though the man was trying to hide the fact behind his cool stare and his little niceties of pouring his tea and keeping the irritation out of his voice when he asked him if he wanted seconds on his miso.

That was just how Naoe dealt with him, by keeping quiet and waiting out his fury until he could control himself enough to offer up an apology. Naoe was the type of person who would rather cover over a truth with pleasant words than get to the root of a problem.

Naoe was angry with him, he had no doubts about that, but it also felt like the older man was�humoring him. Like he was waiting for his petulant nature to blow over so he could sweep in and dispel their bad blood with carefully said words and promises.

Naoe was a fake, repressed bastard who only understood how to blow over his problems rather than uncover them and work them out.

Takaya was getting sick of being treated like a child.

And he was getting sick of Naoe pretending like everything was fine.

�Is it too hot?� Naoe asked him pleasantly enough and he had turned a glare on the older man. Naoe noticed and kept his mouth shut, because he was trying very hard to keep a tight lid on his own anger and it wouldn�t help to be annoyed by the smallest things Takaya threw his way.

Takaya on the other hand wasn�t about to file away his anger. He was looking Naoe right in the dim, amethyst eyes, glaring at him full force until the Possessor, try as he might, could no longer ignore the blatant fury on his face.

He saw Naoe�s hand grip the edge of the table and squeeze.

He could hear the creak of it.

�If you�re so angry, then why don�t you hit me?� He said, always the instigator and never the pacifist. His eyes were locked on Naoe�s face, his mind already in agreement with the rest of his body to not let up his assault, to not let up until something gave, either it be the wood under Naoe�s fist or the man�s temper, he wasn�t going to be scared of the outcome.

Naoe closed his eyes, breathed through his diaphragm and let go of the table.

�Stop it,� he quietly but clearly said, his anger boiling to the dry surface of a wasteland that was his emotional backdrop, and Takaya couldn�t help but feel every bit vindicated for his actions.

�Make me.� He told Naoe in a voice that conveyed he very much wanted to see if the Possessor had it in him to try anything stupid, because really, there was no other word to describe Naoe�s situation if he ever did try something against him now.

Stupid, stupid Naoe.

The Possessor stood up suddenly from the low table and Takaya, despite having laughed out loud at Naoe�s abrupt motions, could quickly feel the hairs on his neck stand on end and the blood rush to his face, his breathing hitching a bit as he prepared himself for another fight.

However, Naoe was making his way toward the sliding doors and not toward him, his hands throwing the door open, but his body stopping in front of the threshold, like an invisible barrier was keeping his feet planted to the ground. He stood there, peering into the seemingly eternal darkness that awaited him in the other room.

He appeared to be waiting for something.

Takaya, not having expected Naoe to walk out on him and always wanting the last word, said without an affected tone, �If you think ignoring me will solve the problem, you�re really more of a little boy than you always make me out to be.�

Naoe was glaring at the darkness in the other room now, and with an angered breath he slide the door shut, the edge of the wooden partition slamming in the meeting place for the door and the doorway, and turned around to face Takaya.

�Why must you be so goddamn difficult?! I don�t understand what satisfaction you get from twisting me around like this.�

�You do this to yourself asshole. Don�t blame me for your sadistic tastes.� Takaya shot back and watched Naoe stomp over to his side of the table and suddenly sit down in front of him, facing him with a determined expression and clenched fists.

Naoe�s outburst weren�t usually like this. He didn�t usually sound this bothered, this annoyed, or this emotionally angry. If Takaya didn�t know any better, it was almost like they were having a�normal fight�like a normal�

�If you want an apology, I don�t understand what exactly I�m apologizing for, but I will give it. You can have as many of my-�

Naoe though, Takaya thought, wasn�t a person who could easily get over his own ingrained training and manners and his abrupt acquiesce was like cold water poured down his back. He suddenly knocked his hand into the miso bowl and sent it flying into the wall, the broth staining the pristine white walls and sliding down to the floor.

�I don�t want your false niceness! God Naoe, did you ever think I�d rather just fucking talk this shit out with you than you having to force yourself to be nice to me! You�re so fucking clueless!� He heard himself like a stranger scream at the Possessor.

�Then what do you want?! Takaya�I can�t read your mind. You�re�so difficult. I�m trying. I�m really trying.� Naoe shouted back and it hit Takaya again that they were both shouting at each other, the two of them, and not just him like in their many previous bouts.

It kind of stung, but it was the exact thing he had been trying to goad out of the man, and tough love wasn�t something that he should be estranged with.

�Takaya�� Naoe�s voice went back to those pleading, soft undertones and Takaya shook his head before the man could really piss him off.

�You said you loved me!� Takaya yelled before he could stop himself. Naoe�s eyes had widened, his response time slowing down as Takaya�s words echoed in his head. Takaya watched the miso slide down the wall, the trails dark and oily and ugly, his mind racing with the thought that he had no idea why he�d thrown that in Naoe�s face, but it seemed like the thing to say at the moment.

They stared at each other, both breathing rather loudly for not having resorted to physical blows. Then one of Naoe�s hands was massaging into his eyes to ease the oncoming migraine and the red spots spiking his eyesight.

Takaya felt treacherous tears sting the corners of his eyes. He knew it was because he was so angry. He remembers he used to cry a lot when he was kid, because of frustration and helplessness. He remembers crying because he was always angry and the only way to ease the fierce consuming throb in his chest was to bawl his head off.

That had been a long time ago and he�d thought he�d grown from being a crybaby.

He sniffed.

Naoe�s eyes snapped to his face as his eyes clouded and blurred with salty water. He turned around swiftly so Naoe wouldn�t see it and he crossed his arms over his chest in an almost physical act of repressing those tethering tears in his eyes. Like his arms caging in his chest could hold back all the torrid seas in his heart and keep them from spilling out over his eyelashes.

�Leave me alone.� He told Naoe and waited for the man to heed his warning, because this was a warning. If the Possessor didn�t understand what he was doing wrong right now, then there was nothing he could do, but ask Naoe to leave. �Just go the hell away. I don�t need your shit right now.�

Tears were trailing down his face and he really wanted Naoe to leave for fear of the man seeing him crying. It was pitiful. He was seventeen. He wasn�t supposed to cry like this.

He heard Naoe�s knees shift over the ground, the shuffle of his sleeves brushing the table and then the creak of the floorboards under the man as he rose and walked towards the door. He heard it open and then close quickly, and he sighed out in relief and more pain when his throat raw with keeping in his sobs finally cracked under the dam in his chest.

He buried his face in the crook of his elbow and cried like he�d done with Ujiteru.

He muffled the sounds by biting into his sleeve hiccupping pathetically into the folds of the fabric, as his other hand wrapped around his stomach and kept him from shaking too much.

He heard the fusuma suddenly slide open behind him and too embarrassed to turn around and confront the man who he�d thought had given him a brief rest period, he continued to muffle his cries into his sleeve.
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Naoe, sitting on his living room couch couldn�t help but curse and close his eyes against the anger swelling and tumbling in his chest and the further reminder of that anger that had come in the form of the hole in the thin stucco wall near his kitchen cabinets when he punched his fist through it minutes before in a moment of blind rage.

He could hear the faint crumbling of the material as it shed all over the kitchen�s linoleum floor.

This wasn�t normal. He wasn�t one prone to violence when he got angry, usually some basic management techniques were enough to calm him down, counting to ten, taking deep breaths, closing his eyes and adjusting his thoughts.

Where to had his calm disposition flown off?

He was digging his knuckles into his temple and he could feel the bits of stucco still stuck on them scrap against his skin.

Why was Takaya so unreasonable?

Why couldn�t he just understand that he was trying his best?

Why was it that he could only do wrong in his eyes?

Why the hell was he taking this from someone twelve years younger than him?

Naoe was still fighting with himself when he suddenly heard the tiny swish of his bedroom door opening and then another swish cutting the air as it closed with a final click.

He raised his head from his hands and stared in the direction of his brightly lit kitchen and the dark corridor leading to his bedroom.

�Takaya?� He called out, forgetting his anger for the moment and getting up from his seat, he walked over to his bedroom door and peered through the 3.shoji�s washi paper frame that looked whiter than usual.

Suddenly something black flickered past behind the white frame and Naoe on high alert checked his peripheral and his back. He saw Takaya�s house slippers askew next to the door.

�Takaya?� He called out again, just to make sure.

He heard the pitter patter of feet striking the wood, like someone was running across his room and making up his mind, he crisply slid the fusuma open and peered into his room.

�Takaya?� He said again. �Is that you?� The electrical fan on the side of his bed was on, the hum buzzing through the room and the wind ruffling the bed linen.

�Naoe.� Takaya�s voice suddenly answered him back and Naoe, turning in the direction of that familiar call saw the boy leaning up against his closet.

He let the tone of that voice wash over him, that soft, placid tone that was such a contrast to a couple of minutes ago when the boy was screaming at him and throwing objects at the wall.

�Takaya are you�alright?� He didn�t know what to say to the young man, how to respond to this complete 360 in Takaya�s personality. Was he supposed to treat Takaya like their last confrontation in the 4.washitsu room had never happened?

Takaya shook his head at him and Naoe arrested by the boy�s subtle movements, the way he seemed to ghost his way over to his side of the room, the airy yukata swishing around his body, the sleeves gracefully skirting over his own forearms as the boy stood before him and moved to place his hands over his chest.

Naoe�s heart started to beat faster.

Takaya�s face was burrowing itself under his neck, his nose poking him under his chin as the boy stood on his tiptoes, his arms coming to slide easily over his shoulders and pull him down at he eased his own weight on him.

Takaya had never hugged him�without the excuse of sex to disguises his movements. Had never pulled him in so gently and warmly and soothing.

He breathed into the boy�s hair and felt those arms pull him in even more, his voice breathing out affectionately against his ear, �I�m sorry.� Naoe wasn�t sure that he�d heard him right and looking down at the dark-haired boy, he saw him smile up at him, his arms coming up, his fingers suddenly trailing down his face and sweeping his hair to the side.

�Let�s forget about this.� Takaya said softly, his hands tenderly cupping his cheeks and bringing his face down so Takaya could brush his lips over his own.

Naoe closed his eyes, breathed in and didn�t smell anything.

It didn�t seem to matter when Takaya opened his mouth, the boy�s tongue seeking out the skin on the side of his mouth and passing over it with a slow, playful lick.

He kissed the spot and Naoe felt his legs go weak, a prickle sensation running up his skin and spine like a hundred needles marching over his heated flesh, the concentration of it pooling in the back of his neck where the hairs were practically on end. His gut felt strangely still. There was just something so unfamiliar and disquieting about this moment.

Takaya licked at his mouth again, his pink tongue sweeping over his bottom lip and dipping in between his lips, his blunt nails dragging down his chest, his fingers suddenly wounding themselves in the front of his yukata and pulling him forward to the bed.

Naoe let himself be pulled forward as Takaya sat down on the bed and tugged him down on top of him. He put his hands around his neck and drew him down until Naoe was hovering over him and looking down at Takaya, as the boy drawing one knee up was rubbing Naoe through the light fabric of his yukata.

�Uhh�� His fingers clenched and he couldn�t focus on anything except Takaya�s knee and how it kept grinding against his erection.

�I love you Naoe.�

Naoe still feeling the effects of Takaya�s continued motions was pulled out of his daze by those words. He looked down at Takaya, looked at his eyes and how�colorless they seemed. How dim and cast over.

�I love you.� Takaya said it again, like those words were�just so easy to say and Naoe stared at him, trapped by the hollow, superficially serious tone and all the casualness underneath.

�You�?� Naoe�s brows wrinkled despite the supposedly touching situation. He didn�t get how they had ended up here.

Takaya smiled up at him, slow and seductive and something in those eyes had Naoe pulling back and putting some distance between them.

�Naoe, don�t you love me back?� The smile hadn�t disappeared but was now widening and Naoe took a step towards the door.

�Who are you?� He asked because he knew Takaya and this was not Takaya.

�Me?� It pointed to itself as it sat up on the bed. Then it laughed loud and high-pitched and mocking and was rolling over to its side, looking all the more like a curled up cat than the shadow of a human boy. �You�re a strange one. You want one thing and then when you�re offered it without any strings attached, you suddenly want something else.�

�Who sent you?� Naoe demanded, more than ready to inflict some serious harm to this creature.

�The Uesugi really haven�t changed. How disappointing, but I suppose thirty years isn�t enough to quarter stupidity.�

Naoe�s eyes widened.

Then the creature was getting up and making its way over to the fan, �Don�t worry. I�m just a messenger�for now.� It teased, the electrical fan still humming behind its voice, almost blending into the drawl the creature kept up with him. �I�m here on business to declaim a warning, Nobutsuna Naoe. To you and your master.�

The fan was still going strong and the blur of its propellers looked out of place in the quietly motionless room.

�If you don�t want to lose the soul of Katsunaga Irobe, then my master suggests you let be alone. No more snooping from you four.� It chastised like he was a child and it was so strange to hear that tone with Takaya�s voice delivering it.

�Let me see your real face.� Naoe demanded, because it was too much to watch this thing move around in Takaya�s body.

At Naoe�s request the fan stopped suddenly, the lack of the humming sound making the room deathly quiet.

He heard what sounded like paper crinkling.

But by that time the creature was no longer in front of him.

Or in the room for that matter.

There was only the fluttering of the bed sheets, as they gradually grew static without the encouragement of the fan�s breeze.

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�Takaya!� He had slammed the fusuma open, looking around wildly for the boy in question. He spied him on his back with his yukata open and a broken chopstick clenched in his hand. The low table was flipped over and there was tea dripping down the side of it and pooling in a spot on the floor near Takaya�s head.
There were dots of blood near the hand that was clenching the chopstick, a smear of it across his wrist and a shallow scratch on his cheek.

�Takaya!� Naoe, bolting forward instantly came over to inspect Takaya. The boy blinked at him, winced when he moved his arm and Naoe was checking for a wound. He didn�t find one and Takaya, sitting up and clutching his shoulder told him quite plainly it wasn�t his blood.

Naoe sighed a breath of relief, thankful that Takaya was plenty tough and knew how to protect himself when it truly counted, and by the looks of the broken, sharp point of the chopstick Takaya was still gripping onto, Takaya was very�creative in finding ways to protect himself.

Naoe, placing a hand on the boy�s back helped to steady him. Takaya was looking at him like he�d now noticed his presence in the room and then he was turning away and ghosting his fingers over his cheek.

�Bastard.� He whispered seething, and Naoe wasn�t too sure who Takaya meant when he said those words. �I should thank him.� Takaya still whispering turned to Naoe and the man was caught by the dangerous glint in the boy�s fierce golden brown eyes. �What a good way to relieve stress.� Takaya clenched the broken, bloody utensil in his hand and he was wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. �But it�s not as good when it�s not the real thing.� Naoe�s breath caught in his throat and he knew if he let it out it would sound ragged, splintered like the wood of the chopstick, and telling.

�Examine this for me.� Clenched in Takaya�s other hand was a bit of paper, a plain, white piece of paper. Takaya tossed it at him and it sailed into his outstretched hand.

�I want any readings you can give me on that. We�re going to be paying someone a house visit very soon.�
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A/n: It�s moving along really, really slow, but I promise things will pick up. Their relationship seems static, but it�s moving somewhere. I hope. The fact that Naoe�s actually voicing his opinions out loud is a big hint. Always appreciate the feedback and what you guys think.

Again, my dumb definitions that most of you probably don�t need, because you�re smarter than me:

1.Yukata-casual form of the kimono usually worn during summer.
2.miso-is a thick paste of fermented soybeans, usually in soup form.
3.shoji/fusuma-is a room divider or door consisting of translucent washi paper over a wooden frame, sliding doors.
4.Washitsu-Japanese style room with tatami flooring, usually used as the main room for entertaining guests.
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