Dreamscape | By : sakurazukamori6 Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 18142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/n: Sorry for the lateness, but I’ve been extremely busy.
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“Incidentally I might have tried to kill you, but that was such a longggg time ago.”
“I wouldn’t know anything about that.” Takaya answered, as he squirmed in the chair he’d been tied to.
Nobunaga made a dismissing motion with his hands, “Oh that’s right. You forgot.”
Takaya squirmed more, not liking how Nobunaga kept circling around him. “Yeah, so sorry for the memory-sealing thing.”
Nobunaga stopped mid-circumference and stared down at Takaya. “Well, isn’t this interesting. You finally found yourself a backbone, but keep taking that tone with me and I won’t let you join fan club.” Takaya didn’t understand how anyone could throw that piece of news out at someone and expect to be taken seriously.
“Oh whoopee. I get to join the fan club.” Takaya’s tone turned from fake sweet to outright nasty in 2.2 seconds flat. “Do you constantly have your head shoved up your ass, or is it only an off and on thing?”
Nobunaga calmly paced the area in front of Takaya. “You know, the Uesugi are such a predictable bunch. Looking upon them now, I have to say its so disappointing. You, however have changed drastically from the last time I saw you. To say the least I’m impressed. I was getting tired of that whining and angst bit you put up and being a rock star now, you can understand how old that would have gotten. My, I believe I would have killed you if you started talking like your old self. You should see it as a blessing that you’ve lost your memories. You can have a whole new start.”
“Somethin’ tells me that my ‘whole new start’ has somethin’ to do with you?”
“Not only have you become interesting, but you’re smarter.”
“Thanks, I don’t go t’school just to look pretty.” Takaya said, and he had a smirk on his face, as he tried to get comfortable in his seat. He wasn’t going to be intimidated by this guy and the one way to show that was to keep up the chat.
“So my proposal to join forces shouldn’t be a surprise then?” Nobunaga said casually.
Takaya tipped his head back and sneered, “Once a warlord, always a warlord. You guys never quit, do you? What is this going to be, the tenth time you try to take over Japan?”
Nobunaga stopped his pacing. “I would rather you take this time to think about your future…but no pressure or anything.” Nobunaga said and suddenly men were escorting Naoe into the room.
“Your…hubby, is it?”
“I’m going to enjoy kicking your ass.”
“That doesn’t sound like your thinking over my proposal. Maybe a little persuasion will help mull you over.” Nobunaga dragged out a switchblade from his pocket. “He put up quite a fight, I’ll have you know. Ah something about a vassal’s loyalty, stirs me right here.” Nobunaga pointed to his heart, or what was supposed to be a heart.
Naoe groaned and Takaya shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
“Are you going to be joining me? It’s either join the fan club or join the mortuary. Pick either, as I’ve got no problem with watching you serve me, or watching you die in front of me.”
Takaya unconsciously shivered at the ending of that sentence.
“Come now Kagetora…or is it…Takaya? Hmm? I bet everyone’s calling you Kagetora this, or Kagetora that. Possessors really don’t know how to move with the times, but I’m different Takaya. I have no need for old titles to have power.”
There wasn’t any visible blood on Naoe, but the way he was moving, Takaya knew he was injured.
“You don’t have to call me Nobunaga. Why the name makes me sound like a tyrant if anything. You can call me Eiji-san or Eiji. Go ahead, try it out.”
Takaya squirmed in his seat, his nerves frazzled because of lack of sleep and no food for two days. Distressingly, he wondered how long Nobunaga planned to keep them here and how long he planned to keep interrogating each off them under these circumstances.
Takaya kept his mouth shut. He felt like calling out to Naoe, but he knew that would be hopeless, the man was nodding in and out of consciousness. Whatever Nobunaga had introduced into his system was having an effect. Or whatever methods the warlord had used to try and get information out of Naoe had made the man pass out. Takaya swallowed the gulp in his throat and continued to watch Naoe, as he slumped forward into his chair, his eyes lidded.
“He’s just fine,” Nobunaga reassured, as he went to Naoe’s side and nudged him in the shoulder. “And he’ll remain that way if you answer some questions for me, Takaya.” Nobunaga said, and Takaya didn’t like how he pronounced his name.
“You can call me Kagetora.” Takaya said, his eyes hard and his mouth a straight solemn line on his face.
“Oh I get it. Only those close to you can call you Takaya. Well don’t I feel left out.” Nobunaga quipped and he leaned one of his elbows on Naoe’s shoulder. He put a finger under the man’s chin and raised his face so Takaya could see that Naoe had two lateral cuts along one cheek.
Takaya winced.
“Well…Kagetora, I’ll have you answer some questions for me. It’s not going to take long.” Nobunaga causally put his hands in his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. He flicked it open and Takaya was amazed and both horrified at how good he handled his choice of weapon, like just about any experienced street thug. Takaya thought, this man was frighteningly able to adapt to any timeline and that made him very dangerous.
Nobunaga passed the switchblade close to Naoe’s eye. “Such a strange color.” Nobunaga mused, as he saw the irises of Naoe’s eyes through the slits of his lids. “I bet you like his eyes.” Nobunaga mused again. He smiled at Takaya, and angled the pointed end of the blade so that if moved forward it would surely hit Naoe right in the eye.
“No, don’t!” Takaya heard his voice crack and shout, before he could get in under control.
“Don’t?” Nobunaga smiled. “You know, it’s a bit of a legend amongst us Possessors, the reluctant lord and his love starved vassal. Everyone knows about it and I found out 30 years ago, at what lengths your love-starved vassal would go for you. What a nice, happy ending. Finally the lord returns the vassal’s feelings. You love him…don’t you?”
Takaya could feel his eyes sting with saltwater.
“You don’t have to answer that question. But I have other questions for you to answer. Nicer, simpler ones that aren’t as messy. Let’s see now…you have someone that’s helping you out. Alliances? Who might that be?”
Nobunaga circled the blade’s tip around Naoe’s eye.
“You…” Takaya swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew everybody would be mad at him for divulging information like this, even Naoe, the stubborn bastard. He’d be mad at him the most, but that didn’t matter. Right now what mattered was that Naoe stayed intact. That Naoe didn’t…get hurt.
“The Takeda clan.” Takaya bit down on the ending syllable.
“I need names Kagetora.” Nobunaga dragged the blade flat-wise across Naoe’s cheek.
“Kou--kousaka.” Takaya said, and he felt his heart beat pounding away in his chest, as he watched Nobunaga move the blade towards Naoe’s neck.
“Is that all? Do you know where Kousaka is right now?”
“No. He never said anything.” Takaya answered truthfully. He hoped the sincerity in his eyes would convey that he did not know the whereabouts of Kousaka.
“I heard from Ranmaru that the Hojo clan was practically wiped out. You sure are a demon, Kagetora. Wiping out your family like that.”
Takaya bit back the response that wanted to point out that Nobunaga had attempted to and had successfully assassinated all his brothers.
“But I don’t really care about the Hojo clan. It’s the Takeda that annoy me. And Ranmaru has told me the most interesting thing.” Nobunaga stared at his hand as it tipped the blade back and forth next to Naoe’s jugular.
“Your friend…Yuzuru is it. You wouldn’t happen to know how to disable the shield Chiaki put up, would you?”
Oh no. How the hell did he know about the shield? Chiaki wouldn’t have said anything, so it must have been Ranmaru. Ranmaru had probably tried to get in touch with Yuzuru, but since Naoe and Chiaki had placed a reinforced barrier bracelet around Yuzuru’s wrist. Kind of like the last one, except an inverse bracelet that did not suppress power, but kept other powers of different clans from coming near, Ranmaru had most likely gotten too close to the bracelet and when he retreated, he reported his findings back to Nobunaga.
This was probably the reason why Nobunaga had set a trap for them. This reason and this reason alone. Dammit, he had his sights set on Yuzuru.
“You know, don’t you? Or did they not tell you anything?” Nobunaga asked and the knife’s tip had actually broken skin, a scratch that let a trickle of blood slide down Naoe’s neck.
He knew…but he couldn’t tell him. He couldn’t.
“Kagetora…I’m more than 100 percent sure that you know and if you continue to hold out on me, then I can’t guarantee that my hand will be fully under my control.”
Takaya shut his eyes. His heart was racing a mile a minute. He couldn’t betray Yuzuru like this. Yuzuru was his best friend, who had nothing to do with this. He was innocent and it wasn’t fair that he had to be dragged into something like this.
“It’s either your best friend or your boyfriend.” Nobunaga smirked at him, as he had heard all about Kagetora’s new life from Ranmaru, who spared him no details, even how small.
It wasn’t fair. He couldn’t betray Yuzuru like this…
Nobunaga forcefully grabbed Naoe by the hair and pulled his head up, so his neck was completely exposed. He held the blade right under his chin.
“Kagetora, I know you’re aware that as Possessors you can just hop from one body to another, but it isn’t that simple when another Possessor is involved. I’ll kill him, but I won’t let his soul get too far. There are methods to trapping souls, and I’ve been versed in many. You might not see your dear, sweet Naoe again.”
Something that felt like sweat beaded down his temple. He felt nauseous, like he’d throw up if the room continued to spin like this.
“That’s fine.” Nobunaga said after an agonizing minute. Takaya panicked when he heard those perfunctory words. He felt his resistance breaking like a damn and felt the lump in his throat surge up. He saw the gleam of the blade, the surface catching the low ceiling light and holding it to be looked upon as it traced down Naoe’s neck like a caress.
It was here that Takaya told Nobunaga everything, every single detail that had passed between him and everyone in concern to Yuzuru.
He’d softly cried afterwards.
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He’d betrayed Yuzuru and now he had to live with the guilt of how it felt to do that to your best friend. Clutching onto Naoe in the dark prison cell, he buried his tear-streaked face in the Possessor’s shirt. Naoe hadn’t woken up yet, but Takaya could feel him breathing, his skin warm and alive, as he slept fitfully in and out of consciousness. Naoe’s presence was reassuring, made him feel less alone and less sad when within the cage Nobunaga had thrown them into. It was a different prison than the other one, more dark, the ore in the bar more pitch black than gray. It was a place where light struggled and darkness flourished.
Takaya hated that Nobunaga had separated him from Chiaki and Haruie, but he knew they wouldn’t be allowed to be together, as that would just make it easier for them to escape. Takaya was only thankful that he hadn’t separated him from Naoe.
He closed his eyes and the persistent thought of betrayal swept at his consciousness, like an eagle’s expansive wings. Chiaki would hate him for betraying Yuzuru like that, well hate him even more, Haruie would be disappointed and Naoe…Naoe would probably give him a lecture. So much for being a great leader, but damn them all…He couldn’t think straight, wasn’t allowed to because of what Nobunaga had done to him. But there was also a strange sort of clarity to this situation. He’d always known that he had feelings for the Possessor that he hated to admit to, but for them to be so blatantly thrown in his face like that…
He felt ashamed for one, and he felt scared for another. He loved Naoe. He knew that, but what he hadn’t known was the extent of that love. That he would betray someone for that love, even someone so dear to him. It was selfish, and unconditional and it made him feel stupid. It was weird to own up to your feelings. They had sex, but that didn’t necessarily have to be love love…No love was what you had after the sex. It was the fact that Naoe could put up with all his bullshit and then some, and still come back for more. It was the fact that Naoe put his feelings first and that he was very patient with him. It was the fact that Naoe had only said he loved him once, but chosen to show him countless times how much he loved him. Through physical proof, not flimsy pretty words that he couldn’t trust.
He hated Naoe on some level for doing this to him and making it so impossible to live without him, but then he found an unending amount of purity and peace within that knowledge. Naoe was in love with him.
He was in love with Naoe.
And with that, he had to betray Yuzuru. There was no other option.
He hoped Yuzuru would forgive him.
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“Nobunaga’s being nice to us.” Chiaki replied, as he lay down on the cold floor and nursed the lacerations on his arm with a steady amount of ki.
Haruie rubbed her shoulder. “Yeah, you’re right. We would have been dead by now if not for it, but you gotta know he’s being nice to us for a reason.”
“I hope Takaya hasn’t said anything.” Chiaki said, getting up from his slump on the floor.
“You mean talk. No way. Takaya’s too stubborn.” Haruie tested out the movement in her shoulder by wind-milling her arm, but damage had been done recently that day by one of Nobunaga’s henchmen and so she had to go on with a slightly disjointed shoulder.
“Stubborn is one thing, but there’s another reason why he separated Naoe and Takaya from us, and it’s not only because he thought we could help each other out of this place.” Chiaki noticing Haruie’s condition held her arm and popped it back into place.
“Son of a bitch.” She screwed her face up from the pain. Chiaki continued on, “Nobunaga already knows about Naoe and Takaya…well Kagetora.”
“So what? Everybody knows.” She said.
“He’s using them against each other.”
“You mean one as a hostage?”
“But then why hasn’t he done that to us, you’re wondering.” Chiaki said and Haruie liked how Chiaki could read her mind. It saved her a lot of time explaining things.
“Because he doesn’t really care to try and get information out of us. He’s specifically targeting Takaya, because he thinks he’ll be the easiest to break.”
“I hope…no-I know Takaya wouldn’t say anything about…you know.”
“I’m not so sure.” Chiaki said. “We better be prepared to get out of here fast, because once Takaya talks, we’ll need an escape route.”
“You’re so untrusting. Maybe he didn’t talk.”
“And he let Naoe get hurt.” Chiaki said and Haruie realized where her mistake was. “Takaya might act like a cold bastard and most of the times, he is, but then why the hell would he be hanging around with Naoe if he hated him. Don’t you realize that every time we call Naoe, Takaya’s there?”
“Yeah…it’s kind of cute.”
“Yeah, well it’s going to be kinda annoying when Takaya blabs and we have to hightail it towards Yuzuru.”
Haruie smiled.
“What’s your problem?” Chiaki narrowed his eyes at her.
“Well…don’t you think it’s kind of nice having someone care for you like that, even begrudgingly, well even more so since it’s so reluctant?” Haruie poked Chiaki in the shoulder. “I hope Takaya blabs then. If it’s to save Naoe, then I hope he blabs about everything.”
“God your logic is so convoluted.” Chiaki said, laying back down and trying to get a night’s sleep before they were woken up early again for round three of torturing.
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