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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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dk_joynotsignedin: Thank you so much for stickin� with this fic and I thank you for all the inciteful comments. I�m happy that you think I�m not butchering it and that even though there isn�t a definite plot, you like where I�m going. You�re so nice to me. (Throws box of chocolates). Naoe is polite, isn�t he? He�s just a great guy. Why can�t Takaya see that? The little gaki.

ZZ: I hope you�re not asleep on me. (Laughs at my own joke and crickets enter the room) Anyway, I really like to put things in Takaya�s perspective, but I have to give Naoe his turn. Well not in this chapter, but maybe in the one after this.
hisoka Kurosaki: Yes! That�s what I�m going for. I hate OCCness. It drives me bonkers, so I�m trying to stay as in character as I can while still trying to make them grow...so hard!
Dvana: You are very kind and yes all of us would like to see some resolution between these characters, and I would really like to see more people writing fan fics for this. Mirage of Blaze needs some love too! �Jealous, lonely children,� ah you have such a way with words. I understand all to well what you mean and I will try to make our �jealous, lonely children,� GROW UP! (Pulls out belt...c�mere Takaya.)
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Takaya was sticking to one side of the elevator purely out of instinct, since the last time he had ridden in an elevator with Naoe the man had jumped him. Now all Takaya needed was some white chalk and he could draw a nice, comforting boundary between them.

He didn�t like small, cramp spaces that didn�t have windows he could use to jump out, in case Naoe felt angsty and started confusing him with his cryptic bullshit.
He looked over to the taller man, who was also sticking religiously to his side of the elevator, his face giving new meaning to the word sourpuss.
He looked up at the floor numbers as they counted down and finally lighting up on the first floor, the elevator door dinged open and walking past him, Naoe took lead. Takaya followed, passing the lobby, out the front entrance and into the parking lot. All the while, still wondering what the hell was eating Naoe that he couldn�t just stop looking like he had the weight of the world on his very broad shoulders. Shoulders that could probably support a whole galaxy and still have room for some asteroids, while he was at it.
Takaya snickered in his head and checking on his bike --his one and only true love-- he went around the passenger side of Naoe�s car, the taller man already seated and starting the car. He slid into his seat and feeling the car back out of the parking space, he winded down the window.

He needed some air.

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It didn�t take long for them to reach a small breakfast place. And upon entering, and being seated, Naoe had asked for coffee. Plain old coffee. Takaya thought, he should at least get some caffeine in him as well to keep him up the rest of the day, but then his stomach had grumbled at him and he had ended up ordering half the menu. The waitress, while he rattled off his list had laughed and told him to slow down.

When the waitress left, he wasn�t too sure about conversation. Naoe actually looked deep in thought, his eyes glued to a certain spot on the table. Takaya curiously looked at the spot, but found that there wasn�t anything too captivating about it. He continued to stare at Naoe and the Possessor didn�t seem to notice as he was too wrapped up in his own world for the time being.

Takaya placed his elbow on the table, his chin resting in that hand as he tapped his foot. Naoe hadn�t looked up yet and he was getting restless, his foot beginning to swing back and forth under the table -- and becoming too wrapped up in his own world as well -- his foot swinging back and forth of its own accord, and not at all conscious of the movement, he began to nudge against Naoe�s foot.

The older man snapped away from his thoughts and noticing the attention that Takaya was paying to the couple beside them in another booth, the bored look on his face --he was such a teenager sometimes --he could guess that Takaya hadn�t realized what he was doing.

Takaya�s foot nudged him again and Naoe had an urge to grab it and trap it between his two feet; that would have probably earned him a few choice words. Takaya�s foot nudged him again and Naoe couldn�t resist taking advantage of the situation. When Takaya�s foot came back, he lightly stepped on it, causing the teenager to start at him.
�Ouch...what the hell?� The boy, looking over to the man across from him felt Naoe press down on his foot, and then just as suddenly let up and moving his foot back to his side of the table.
�Sorry, you just kept hitting me with your foot.� Takaya opened his mouth to say otherwise, but then realizing that his foot was on Naoe�s side, he closed it back again. A little embarrassed to be playing footsy with the older man under the table.

�Well...sorry...I uh didn�t realize I was hittin� you, I guess I wasn�t paying attention.� For some reason that was escaping him now, he felt like an idiot. There were a lot of things he actually wanted to ask Naoe, but here he was avoiding him like the plague, making more eye contact with the salt and peppershakers.
�Real mature.�
�I ah...,� Naoe looked up at him and Takaya�s couldn�t seem to get the words out as he caught the older man�s violet eyes.
�I was wonderin�...�
�Spit it out. Just spit it out.�

�Here you go,� the waitress pealing around a corner, her two hands balancing trays, began to unload their orders. She handed Naoe his coffee and placing the refill next to his cup, she turned to Takaya and placing down the tray filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, a stack of pancakes, hash browns, a couple slices of French toast, grits and a tall glass of orange juice, she began to arrange them in front of the boy.

�Good luck with that,� she winked at Takaya and watching her as she walked over to the table across from them, he felt his nerve flitter away. He also felt a little offended at the way she had spoken to him, like he was some kid. He really hated people talking down to him and even though he knew the waitress meant it all in good fun, she still kind of rubbed him the wrong way.
Naoe was calmly sipping his coffee and Takaya wanted to offer him something to eat. Wasn�t he hungry? Now that he thought about it, he barely ever saw Naoe eating, and for such a big guy, he thought that a little strange. The only things he actually saw Naoe put in his mouth were cigarettes and coffee on occasion. That was it. When did Naoe eat? Or did he even eat? He must have to. He was in a human body after all. So if he did eat, then what did he like to eat? It was the little things that always bothered Takaya, well sometimes, like how Naoe could confess complicated, undying love and yet he couldn�t even tell him what he liked to eat...or do...
What did he do in his spare time?

Those were the things that bothered him about Naoe, because he had known him, for what, it was going to be a year soon and still, Naoe was just as mysterious as the day they�d met.

This should have been a chance for them to get to know each other better. Not that he really cared.... because he didn�t...It just was kinda stupid the way they only talked about missions, and nothing else.
Takaya watched Naoe refill his cup of coffee and made a face to himself. Well at least he knew now that Naoe really liked coffee, black coffee without any sugar or creamer. Takaya had only drunk coffee when it was necessary, and he never could finish a whole cup. To him it tasted like crap, even with packets of sugar drowning at the bottom of his cup and here was Naoe drinking it down like water.

Turning to his food, Takaya wondered if now was a good time to ask Naoe about well� Naoe. Would it look too weird? Maybe he was going about this the wrong way. This was stupid. What was the big deal? So what he wanted to know a little about the guy he spent the majority of his time with. Didn�t seem like such a big deal�
Except�oh who was he kidding. It was a big deal. It made him look like�he liked Naoe and that wouldn�t do, because�he didn�t. Well not that much.

Okay then, if he wasn�t going to ask Naoe about himself, then he could talk about something else, like his dream. Wait no not his dream. That was stupid and really embarrassing.

Takaya, throwing a quick glance over at the Possessor felt himself blush as he thought back on the dream. That was the most absurd, stupid, fucked up dream he had ever had. Really, he meant, aside from the weird dreams he had with that woman. That was stupid too. They were both absurdly stupid, which suddenly got him thinking if those two dreams had something in common other than being stupid. What if that dream had something to do with his past? But that was impossible. Naoe and him weren�t together like that? Not in his last life�
Although, now that he though about it, he didn�t have any idea about what happened in his last life. Naoe could have kept the truth from him. That dream hadn�t felt like a dream. It was vivid enough to be a memory. What if�um�it could�couldn�t it? After the Tsutsuga mirror, he had started to remember more about his past. He remembered all about his family, but a lot of it was still unclear to him, like Minako. Who the hell was she? He still hadn�t gotten any clear-cut answers about her and it was grating on his nerves that she was still a mystery. Everything was still a mystery. A big, old, flipping mystery that made him want to hold Naoe by the lapels of his fancy suit jacket and shake him hard.
He just wanted answers, and yet, no one was coming forward to tell him anything. Naoe was staying his normal, playing-dumb self, and he once again had to take it into his hands to ask questions. Like for instance, what the hell did his dream mean last night? Maybe he was just being�too difficult. That dream had probably come about because he had eaten something weird�like those chocolates. Yeah, he had eaten a lot of them, yeah that had to be the reason he was having erotic dreams about Naoe�and who was he fucking kidding?

Taking a deep breath, Takaya readied himself to ask Naoe about his dream, because he was obviously not getting anywhere by arguing with himself. If anything he was confusing himself even more.
Takaya bravely opened his mouth and then�shoved his fork in it.
He�d lost his nerve instantly and continuing to shovel food in his mouth, Takaya concentrated on looking normal...normal. He was now finishing up his eggs, and moving onto his pancakes, reached for the syrup, poured half the bottle on his plate and started wolfing them down. He was happy he�d gotten so much food; at least it kept him occupied so he didn�t have to make small talk and he could think about what he was going to say.
He reached for a slice of French toast and shoved it in his mouth. He could feel Naoe looking at him and catching the older man�s eye, he directly stared back from under his bangs.
Naoe put down his cup, �You�re going to choke if you don�t slow down.�
Takaya rolled his eyes, �So what, you don�t know the Heimlich maneuver?� and almost instantly he had wanted to take those words back.
�Idiot.�
Naoe looked at him more closely and Takaya grabbed his orange juice, because it felt like the pancakes and the French toast were fighting a losing battle over which one could go down his throat first.

That had sounded too much like a come-on for his liking. He hoped Naoe and him weren�t on the same mindset because that would have been just plain embarrassing. Sure he was a smart ass most of the time to Naoe. It was just his way of dealing with him, since he had no idea how to treat the older man, but for the love of...he needed to stop sticking his foot in his mouth. He was making a total ass of himself.
He suddenly could hear...laughing. Wait. What? Takaya, turning to the man in front of him, watched disbelievingly as business-man-buddhist-monk-possessor-chain-smoking-coffee-drinking-Naoe laughed...at him.
�Would it matter?� Naoe, asking in that deep and playful voice, smirked at him and the boy in Takaya fainted. No one was supposed to look that good when they did that. Naoe should do that more often, his face did come with other settings and his smirk was definitely something to admire and fawn over.

Fathers, lock up your daughters.
Really, Naoe could have any woman he wanted. He just had to turn on the charm and then watch them melt into a puddle on the floor. It confused Takaya because Naoe was saving himself for someone who was long dead, this Lord Kagetora. Why was Naoe so loyal to him? Naoe had told him that he loved him, but wasn�t he confessing to Lord Kagetora and not him? Sheesh, this was all so confusing and kinda depressing.
He really felt like flirting with Naoe right now, not that he was some master at it, but god Naoe just had the sexiest smile.

Takaya, challengingly smiled back and putting his fork down, his eyes flashed a smoldering yellow, like a candle�s flame and he�d instantly remembered what he had told Naoe some time ago. That if he wanted him so badly, then he had to come get him, just don�t expect him not to put up a fight.

He felt Naoe nudge his leg under the table with his foot. His heart, flopping around like a gasping fish in his chest continued to stare at Naoe, never breaking eye contact as one of the man�s long legs came up between his knees.

�Will that be all?� The waitress had snuck up on them again and looking at Naoe, he nodded his head. She asked them if it was going to be a separate check and Takaya was about to say yes, but suddenly the foot between his knees had moved up higher, brushing against the inside of one of his thighs. He smothered a groan and locking his knees around the foot, gripped his seat firmly between his fingers.
Naoe, then calmly said he was paying for all of it. The waitress gave him the bill and Naoe smiled at her. And since Naoe had the face of a lady-killer, the girl blushed bright pink.
Takaya wanted to tell her to leave. Luckily he didn�t have to, because she soon left with her heart in her throat and her eyes glazed over.
Naoe had still not moved his foot from between his legs and the boy felt like telling him to stop and go on all at the same time.
He felt the old familiar panic kick in.

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A/N: I don�t know why, but I�ve always pictured Naoe as a...German. He�s just so big and...strapping. I don�t know why I said that. (Please don�t get offended anyone.) Wouldn�t he look great in a black general�s suit? One of those military get ups with the hat and the gloves. Drools a lot. Okay if somebody knows what I�m talking about and can draw, I would give you my right arm for that. On second thought...I need my right arm, I'll give my left.
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