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Dreamscape	By : sakurazukamori6 Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 18142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you guys for the reviews.
Cinque: I won�t stop in the middle. I believe that�s the worst thing a writer can do and I am very thankful for the review and the support.

dk_joynotsignedin: I thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule to read this story. I understand how it feels to be busy, very busy so if my update time fluctuates, I'm really sorry. I am very happy you liked the last chapter and if this chapter isn�t up to par with the last one, then I�m really sorry.
Ri: High fives Ri. Yeah sexy Germans here I come. I�m glad you understood where I was going with that. I�m really trying to stay away from OCCness, so every time I mess up and get Occ, man I�m sorry. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, I�m not too sure about this one.
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It had started at his toes, slowly working its way up his legs, it curled in his stomach and then traveling like a winding snake made its way to his heart, sinking its fangs and wrapping its body around the fragile muscle that beat so erratically in his chest.
Takaya felt his panic run like a shiver over his spine and he bit back the response to cry out. It had never been this intense before. He usually only felt this way when Naoe had him cornered, his hands boxing him in, his mouth so close to his that Takaya could feel the words that had yet to come quivering on his lips. Those things were frightening because Naoe was such an intense man. There was never an intermediate with him; there was always his too calming persona, or his extreme devotion, which usually manifested itself with rough and powerful touches. Those were the things that frightened Takaya, that and that alone, but right now at this moment, he wasn�t being physically boxed in. Naoe wasn�t forcing him against a wall or his bed, nothing like that was happening and yet the same feeling presided over. With that one look, with that one foot between his legs, Naoe was swiftly trapping him. Takaya had understood a long time ago how intimidating Naoe could be when he was like this and he found himself on the end of his physical assaults. But this was different. Naoe had never mentally fought against him. It was just so rebellious.

�He�s rebelling against me.�

And upon realizing, Takaya�s eyes pierced into Naoe. This man, who he had controlled for the past year, this man who would bow before him, who would come when called, who would take his abuse without fuss or complaint until those moments when he would snap-- but even those times, when Naoe would not be in control of himself and come to Takaya. Those were his victories too, because it meant this man, this warrior needed him so much that even when angered at him, he needed his company.

Takaya felt the foot between his legs pull back, retreating back to the side from which it had come from. Naoe�s strong presence was leaving him. The pushing force that had stricken Takaya at the climax of their flirtation was now being drawn back to the source.

He looked at Naoe, made deliberate eye contact, because shy attempts wouldn�t get him what he wanted. He could see it plainly in Naoe�s gaze, that challenging flame, like a furnace, burning and consuming the older man. Naoe could probably swallow him with that look.

�I�m done.� Takaya pushed his plate away. He wasn�t going to let Naoe win. That decision had been decided upon months ago, when Naoe had the audacity to touch him without his permission. He wasn�t going to lose. It just wasn�t an option. If Naoe was going to resist their normal game of cat and mouse, then he wouldn�t take this lying down, and now would be as good a time as ever to ask Naoe about his dream. That would probably put him in his place. If that dream had anything to do with Kagetora and he knew how Naoe despised�and loved the man, then the reminder would surely cut through Naoe. Remind him whom he belonged to without a doubt.

Takaya stayed on that thought. How did Naoe make him feel so spiteful? When the older man hadn�t done anything to him really, just some flirting. He understood that Naoe was playing off his natural fears of the Possessor and maybe Naoe was justified...but he couldn�t let that escape. Out of anyone, his friends, his sister, he was the hardest on Naoe. Maybe this was a lingering feeling from the past? What had Naoe done to Lord Kagetora? Takaya could only wonder.

�Last night, I ah, had this weird dream...� Takaya hesitantly looked to see if the older man was listening to him. Naoe nodded his head, urging him to go on.

�Yeah, well...� Takaya sheepishly scratched behind his head and trying not to sound too unsure of himself, cleared his throat, �...I think I dreamt about Lord Kagetora...�

He again looked at Naoe and the man�s eyes had sharpened to the degree of a knife�s tip. Takaya knew he didn�t have to worry about the older man not listening to him.

�What did you dream about?�

Takaya suppressed his blush.

�I�m not really sure.� He was lying through his teeth.

�How did you know you dreamt about Lord Kagetora?�

�Because...I just did.�

�Smooth.� It was strange how these things always worked out in his head and failed miserably in reality.

Naoe looked at him with condescending eyes, like he was some child who had been caught fibbing. Okay it was actually exactly how it sounded.

�I could sense it...He has long hair right?� He said out of the blue.

Naoe put down his cup of coffee and he lowered his eyes. He nodded his head.

Takaya tried to remember the dream. The way Naoe had looked, there was nothing different about that, but he had been another story. His body hadn�t felt like his. Although he hadn�t been concentrating on that too much. Not with Naoe on top of him.

The only thing he could make out about himself was the long hair, because it kept falling in his face with the force of each of Naoe�s thrusts. He hadn�t wanted to contemplate too much on the dream, since it confused him about his relationship with the possessor. Did Lord Kagetora love Naoe back? Were they physically intimate? The dream seemed to point to that but...something just didn�t fit. He wasn�t sure what, but his instincts were all in agreement that something wasn�t right.

If he told Naoe the truth about the dream, he wondered what Naoe would do?

There was just too many questions and not enough answers. God, he wanted to just tell Naoe what was going on, but his pride, his stubborn pride was holding him back.

�Why should it though?�

It wasn�t like Naoe had been with him. Naoe had been with Lord Kagetora. They might look similar, but they were as different as night and day. Naoe had been with Lord Kagetora. Not him, and if anyone should be embarrassed, it should be Naoe. He hadn�t been the one in the dream.

His throat constricted. Why was he keeping this in, when it didn�t mean anything to him? He should just tell Naoe and get it over with. What was the big deal? It had nothing to do with him...

�Naoe,� the man seemed to flinch when his name was called and Takaya looked away.

�You...you were in the dream too.�

Naoe was still and if Takaya had wanted, he probably could have escaped through the diner�s front door with the older man looking so out of it.

�I was...in the dream.� Finally the tree speaks.

Takaya rolled his eyes, his agitation coming back. �Yeah, didn�t I just say that?�

�Anyway,� Takaya went on. �It�s not a big deal or anything. It�s just a dream, right?�

Naoe nodded his head again and Takaya gave him an exasperated look.

�Do I have to spell this shit out for you? Look I was asking if it was a dream or...not. Couldn�t it be like a...a...you know...a memory?�

Naoe turned pale. Rephrase that paler and Takaya noticed one of his hands clutch at the other on the table in a tight fist.

�What makes you think it was a memory?�

Takaya made a note of Naoe�s voice, which sounded rougher than usual. It made the teenager wonder what was going through his head right now. It didn�t look like he was comfortable with the topic at hand and Takaya in his curiosity wasn�t about to listen to the part of his gut that told him he shouldn�t bring this up. He should just let sleeping dogs lie.

�You and that Lord Kagetora guy were, well you were making- having...� Why was it so damn hard to say? He sure as hell didn�t have a mouth like a blushing virgin. He had said many inappropriate things to the girls of his class. All in jest of course, especially to Saori, who usually punched him in the arm for it. He also had no problem joking around with the guys, so why the hell was it so hard to say these things in front of Naoe?

�...You were fucking him Naoe.� Takaya felt the blush on his face and he coughed in his hand to hide the flush spreading across the bridge of his nose.

Of all the times.

He hadn�t looked at Naoe yet; eye contact would have unraveled him. He kept his eyes on his hands and suddenly Naoe�s hand came into his vision. It had crept along the table and then, resting on top of his fingers had moved to his wrist. Takaya felt a jerk.

�I need to talk to you outside.� Naoe�s voice was commanding this time and Takaya for the life of him couldn�t pull his hand away.

�We can talk right here.� Takaya however wasn�t about to be bossed around. He would let, the key word here let Naoe hold his wrist�like that, but under no circumstances was he moving from his seat.

Naoe narrowed his eyes.

�Fuck�

Takaya, gathering his courage narrowed his eyes back.

Naoe turned his head to the side and Takaya felt himself again the victor of this round. However he didn�t have time to gloat about it, as the older man stood up from the booth and walking over to Takaya�s seat, grabbed the teenager and hoisted him up firmly by his upper arm. He reached into his pocket and taking out a couple of bills threw them on the table. Takaya who was still in his grip, felt Naoe�s fingers tighten around his bicep.

Takaya gritted his teeth. He didn�t want to cause a scene, but goddamn Naoe. What the hell did he think he was doing grabbing him like that?

Naoe then roughly pulled him to the exit by the upper arm.

�What the hell is wrong with you?� Naoe had opened the door and flinging Takaya out by the arm, the teenager stumbled outside. Takaya could hear some surprised gasps from inside the restaurant, but they were soon cut off as the door shut behind them.

�Fucker, I didn�t do anything to you. I just asked you a question. One fucking question, Naoe.�

Takaya saw a pay phone and going toward it was about to call a cab, but Naoe again roughly grabbed him, and by the same arm no less.

That was going to leave a bruise.

Then bringing up his other hand, so he was now clutching onto both upper arms, he bore the teenager back.

They were now on the side of the building.

�Don�t lie to me, Takaya.� Naoe�s voice deepened and his eyes helped to push Takaya further back into the wall.

�Lying, I�m not lying to you. I told you exactly what I saw.� Takaya squirmed in Naoe�s grip. He had the urge to stomp on the older man�s foot or better yet, Takaya suddenly felt like kicking him right in the family jewels, the bastard would have deserved it.

Naoe shook him roughly and Takaya was sure if this kept up, Naoe would get better acquainted with the lunch the older man had just treated him to.

�I�ve never touched Lord Kagetora�s body...like that. He...he never allowed me to.� Naoe�s voice, which had been frightening at the beginning, was now melting into softer tones and Takaya felt the sadness ebb out of Naoe like a current.

Takaya turned his head to the side, effectively cutting away his view of Naoe�s mournful eyes. He felt the hands around him go slack and he pushed away from Naoe. He was this close to slapping the older man in the face.

�Then who the hell was that? If that wasn�t Lord Kagetora, then who the hell would allow themselves to be touched by you?�

It was the anger in him. It moved him around like puppet. He was a slave, a victim to it because Takaya didn�t have control of himself when he was furious.

Naoe flinched back and Takaya felt the control switch hands.

�Who else?�

Minako

�Who else?�

Minako

Takaya felt a whisper in his soul, like a stifling wind, humid and clouded and sailing into the open cracks of a window. He had heard that name before in his dreams. It had been around the time before Naoe�s confession and it had plagued him for days until he was able to cover it back up.

Now here it was again, the heartache that name summoned not at all foreign to him. It made him feel nostalgic. It made him feel sad and wretched. It made him feel heavy and dirty. Why did this one name make him feel this way? Who was this person?

He looked to Naoe, as if all the answers would be written on his face. He had nothing to offer and that made Takaya even angrier. If only he had his bike, he could have put this dreadful moment behind him, fled from here and never looked back.

Suddenly something was scraping against the inside of his chest, like fingernails on a pane of glass, on the window of his soul. He realized to late that his soul was whispering to him again, leaking like a faucet that could not hold anymore. Had those dreams been a consequence of his overflowing soul? Were these whispers a consequence of a pent up dame in his soul?

He looked to Naoe again. Takaya was being bombarded. It seemed that the leak was becoming a river as it flowed out of his soul and erupted in his chest.

Rape

Hatred

Envy

Lust

Obsession

Love

Who did Naoe feel these things for? Who?

Naoe moved toward Takaya and holding him gently by the shoulder, his eyes tenderly studying the face in front of him, he began to speak softly.

�I told you I�ve never touched Kagetora�s body and I am true to my word. Minako, Lord Kagetora�s wife, his beloved...� Naoe gave a great sigh, �Your soul was so close to death. I had to bring you back and I needed a body��

He needed a body. What the hell did that mean? And did he just say wife, as in married wife. Wow, so�she had been his wife. Kagetora�s wife�and body? What did that have to-

�Oh my god!� Takaya, who had been silently allowing the touch on his shoulder, pulled away abruptly.

�Oh my god�you. What the hell did you do to her?� Takaya wouldn�t let him get a word in, no, not this time. �Body? If you�re saying what I think you�re saying. You didn�t-�

�I had to. Lord Kagetora, he would have died. I couldn�t let that happen��

�So you wanted to play fucking hop-skip-and-jump with a human body! You made me possess her, didn�t you?!�

�I had no other choice. She was the only��

Takaya, moving away from Naoe could sense something brewing under the exterior of the Possessor. He could sense Naoe wasn�t telling him everything. He was only scratching the surface.

Naoe, who was still standing in front of him didn�t look like he was ever going to move again.

Takaya heard the pulse of his soul rip through the air.

Rape, rape, rape, rape.

Something inside of him was screaming for his understanding and he wanted to scream back, his mouth moving without the constraints of his mind. �Rape?�

Naoe looked shell-shocked.

Who? He didn�t understand these words. Who was raped? Why was he hearing these things? Who was talking to him? They sounded so angry. So hurt, so vengeful�so betrayed.

Rape!

Looking at Naoe, at the guilty look on his face, the hurt, Takaya felt suddenly nauseous because he was starting to realize what was going on. Why Kagetora hated Naoe so much. It made total sense. Why would a man hate another man? Because he had touched his wife, had raped her and then�what then? Why had he raped her?

�I never loved her. She had been with Kagetora. She had known what it was like, to touch him, to be with him�I envied her that. I envied her everything. She�she didn�t deserve it�and I wanted to take everything from her. Her body�her soul, everything.�

So that was why. He raped her because�because she had loved Kagetora, had known his love first hand.

Never had he pitied a man more than he had pitied Naoe at that moment.

Takaya felt so nauseous and dizzy, like he would be pitched out of his body, if he stumbled to his knees. He felt so sick.

Takaya, looking at Naoe could see the man�s eyes close awaiting judgment and he had to pull his eyes away because it was sick. How could Naoe do something like this�to a woman who had not deserved any of that? Just because she loved Kagetora, just because�

He raped her and then threw her soul out of her body like she was nothing, a speck of dust.

Takaya made his way to the front of the building; he was determined to get away from this man...this monster that would go to such depths for his obsession.
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