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Title:� The Epic

Chapter:� 9/ many

Authors:� Kyo-chan and
Koko-chan

Genre:� Shounen-ai

Disclaimers:� We do
not own the characters or the series.�
They belong to Kyo Shirodaira and Eita Mizuno.� This fanfiction is written by fans purely for
the enjoyment of fans.

Summary:� After a
night to remember, Kousuke and Eyes are informed that trouble is coming to town
for a visit.�

~*~

�� Soft,
shrill beeping lured Eyes out of a dreamless sleep, and it took a moment for
him to realize that it was his own cell phone. Carefully peeling himself out of
Kousuke's arms just enough to reach it on the bed table, he wondered if it was
his agent calling with the next venue. He was due for a local performance in
the next couple of days. He didn't even think to look at the caller ID, still a
little groggy as he hit the button.

�� "Rutherford," he said in a soft, sleep-husky tone.

�� Kousuke
peered out over the edge of the blankets, glaring at the annoying little piece
of plastic in Eyes's hand that had taken his lover and current favorite body
pillow out of reach. If this call turned out to be unimportant, that cell phone
was going to the big phone booth in the sky.

�� There was a
small and chillingly familiar chuckle on the other side of the line.
"Hello, Eyes. Did I wake you?"

�� That chill
seemed to freeze Eyes to the bone for a brief instant, and the musician knew he
was awake now. He shrugged off the cool sensation, still within the warmth of
Kousuke's bed, safe. "Yes. I was enjoying the luxury of sleeping in this
morning." He glanced over at the clock to look at the time.

�� The clock,
perfectly generic except for all the random anime stickers on it, read 11 AM.

��

�� Kousuke had
not stopped glaring at the phone. His sharpened hearing helped him to pick up
the conversation, and he knew that voice almost as well as Eyes did.

�� "So it
would seem. But I needed to give you a call, and the lady I spoke to said this
would be one of the few times you'd be free."

�� Eyes doubly
cursed Kanone's charisma and his agent's all-too-pleasing personality.
"Fortunately, she was correct." He settled into the pillows again,
tugging the blankets back up, also inviting Kousuke closer again. He pressed a
finger to his lips to indicate that the redhead shouldn't say anything while
Kanone was on the line. "Is there something urgent?"

�� Kousuke
tilted his head, then rolled onto his back and stretched, hands above his head
and back moving into a smooth arch. Only after getting the kinks out of his
spine did he come closer, still giving the phone dirty looks. The redhead did
not wake up well at the best of times, and a Kanone wake up call was definitely
not one of the best.

�� "I
wished to tell you that I will be coming to Japan for a visit. I've gotten some
information that I want to confirm with my own eyes. Quite a bit of it seems to
have to do with that redheaded boy you shelter, Asazuki."

�� Eyes
frowned, but if he was bothered by the words, it didn't show in his voice. It
wasn't that he couldn't bother to be concerned; it was that he was too relaxed,
and since Kousuke lay right there with him, it would be hard to feel threatened
by anything Kanone was saying at the moment. "If you're talking about our
ordeal with the Hunter, she's long gone, and so is the problem."

�� "I'm a
bit more interested in the events around her appearance, really. The report I
got from my sources tells me he tried to betray you. And something about the
younger Narumi establishing some sort of mental connection. I want to see this
for myself, and if there may be a problem, deal with it."

�� Kousuke
wasn't sure why, but all his hackles went up at those words, and he let out a
very soft growl.

�� Eyes
reached out a comforting hand to stroke the soft, tousled red hair. Kousuke
couldn't help it. He began to purr.� "Is
my judgment no longer up to your standards, Kanone? I know of no betrayal other
than some false front the Hunter tried to portray."

�� Kanone
chuckled. "Not at all. I merely want to see things for myself and,
admittedly, just see you again. It's been quite a while." He paused,
hearing the rumbling over the phone, and grit his teeth to hide the anger. So a
certain nekojin was already there... "Do I hear a cat, Eyes?"

�� "You
know my penchant for strays, Kanone. After all, did I not get it from you?
You're the reason my pockets smell like fish flakes," Eyes agreed, but
with no sentiment other than his relaxed tone. It bothered him that Kanone
would be so close in his personal space, but he would deal with it when the
time came. A smile touched his lips when Kousuke began to purr. "I shall
make arrangements for your arrival then."

�� "Ah. I
shall have to meet this new addition, then. And I will look forward to seeing
you again. Will finding space for me be possible? I've heard you've taken in
some new ones."

�� Kousuke
tilted his head. New ones? So the other two Blade Children he sensed were
here! He'd have to go meet them eventually. After Eyes stopped petting him.
Definitely after.

�� "I can
make arrangements for a room on the floor below mine. There is some private
housing for those of us that have a share of the floors. The rooms are just as
comfortable as they are here." Eyes didn't elaborate on the new Blade
Children. Kanone would make his own judgments anyway.

�� Kanone
raised an eyebrow, not pleased with a certain omission. "Wouldn't it be easier
if we just shared your room? After all, that's what we did last time, and you
didn't complain."

�� Kousuke
stiffened and gave a silent hiss. He didn't want Kanone anywhere near
Eyes in such an intimate capacity!

�� "Last
time, I did not have nearly so much to handle at once. I would prefer my room
to remain my own this time. I'm sure you understand." Eyes gently rubbed
behind Kousuke's ears to once more calm the other boy.

�� Kousuke
sucked in a shaky but thankfully silent breath, arching at that touch to his
sensitive ears. Unlike last night, he was not totally spent to the last dregs,
and thus had to keep a tight rein on himself to keep from draping over Eyes
like...well, like a cat in heat.

�� Kanone's
eyes narrowed on the other side of the phone. He understood all too well, and
it made him rather...annoyed. "Of course. A guest room will be
quite suitable, I'm sure. If possible, I'll also want to take a look at the
younger Narumi. I want to see what this supposed connection he has with Asazuki
might be."

�� "I'm
afraid I can't speak for him," Eyes said. "I will be more than happy
to introduce you; getting to know each other beyond introductions will be
entirely between you two." As much as Eyes didn't want Ayumu near Kanone,
he spoke the truth about choices. He wouldn't force the younger boy one way or
another. He was adult enough to get involved and stay involved, so he
could be adult enough to make further decisions regarding the Blade Children
without being influenced.

�� Kousuke
also didn't want Kanone near Ayumu. The connection of the Web between them and
now Eyes seemed a little too personal to just lay open to someone like Kanone,
who most of them feared and only barely trusted. Deciding to distract himself
before he got annoyed enough at Kanone to yell, ruining the story of having a
cat in the room and not a lover, the redhead looked around for something to do.
He found it in the tousled state of Eyes's hair. Since it was so fine, it
tangled easily, especially in the mornings. Regretfully pulling away from the
petting, the nekojin reached for his bedside table, carefully opening the
drawer and quietly rummaging until he found a brush.

�� "I'll
look forward to that introduction. Besides, he'll probably want answers just as
much as we do, ne?" Kanone replied.

�� Eyes was
quiet for a moment, the question distracting him from watching Kousuke's
movements. "Do you intend to answer all of his questions? You know that
Kiyotaka said there would be a time and a place."

�� Kanone
chuckled. "Don't worry yourself, Eyes. I will only give him such answers
if the situation calls for it. Since that is hardly likely, I'm sure it will be
left up to you to discern the proper time and place."

�� Kousuke
moved, managing to somehow worm himself into a position behind Eyes's back, and
began to carefully brush that fall of silver-white silk. His tail moved to
twine around the musician's waist in an unconsciously possessive gesture.

�� For a brief
moment, Eyes started at the sudden feel of something in his hair. Then he let
out his breath in an almost silent sigh, tipping his head back a little.
"I'm glad we're in agreement. I can't say that I was worried. You're
usually good at listening to reason." When it suits you, he thought
to himself, but didn't feel he should add.

�� Kanone
chuckled, but it was to mask the sudden rage he felt at the relaxation and
gentle pleasure he heard enter Eyes's voice. He didn't know what Asazuki was
doing, but it was clear that the redhead was touching things that did not
belong to him. "I'm not so rash as to upset the careful balance of your
plans. If you feel the Narumi boy isn't ready, then he most likely isn't. But I
must know, just how strong is that supposed connection between him and Asazuki?
And has it affected anyone else?"

�� "Whatever
connection they might have had doesn't seem to have changed Little Narumi very
much that I've noticed, so I'm not sure how strong it is." Though his
words were carefully chosen, Eyes sounded very natural in what he said. He
always had to mind what he let Kanone know, and he did his best not to let the
tender care of Kousuke's grooming make him less wary of the other man. "As
for the others, it doesn't seem to have affected them at all."

�� Eyes was
hiding something, Kanone could tell. He knew the musician better than any other,
and thus could tell when he tried to hide things. It was in the split-second
pause before he made a statement, and the ever so slightly tight tone that
could not be hidden by any sort of physical relaxation. "Is that so?
Still, I shall be quite eager to look for myself." His wording was just as
carefully planned, a tactful way of telling Eyes that his own careful choice of
half-truth had not gone unnoticed.

�� A game of
words. Eyes was familiar with this dance, though he didn't play it often.
Kanone was far too intelligent to play around with, and Eyes knew that. In a
way, they were almost equals, which made them much better off as friends
instead of enemies. But Eyes's choice to fight Fate felt like it would turn
those tables to the latter regardless of all the social pleasantries they
exchanged. "As you wish, Kanone," Eyes murmured.

�� Another
soft chuckle came over the line. "Hearing you say that brings back
pleasant memories. That was what you said our first night together."

�� Kousuke
grit his teeth and gripped the handle of the brush, trying to control himself. Must...not...mangle...phone...

�� The memory
of that exact moment flashed behind Eyes's closed lids, and his body stiffened.
His breath stilled for only a moment, long enough for his heartbeat to sound
like a pounding storm in his ears. He hoped that Kousuke would stay quiet, knew
that Kanone was trying to rouse one of them, if not both of them. "I'm
surprised you remember," Eyes replied when he'd collected his scattered
thoughts.

�� "Of
course. I remember every detail of the night I claimed you as mine."
Kanone savored that tiny hitch in breath, and the way that the relaxation from
whatever Asazuki had been doing vanished instantly from that melodic voice. He's
still mine. So long as his heart fears me and his body answers to my commands,
he's still mine. And I will finish any that threaten my ownership.

�� Kousuke was
not about to blow his cover of being a simple adopted housecat, no matter how
much he wanted to grab the phone and give that evil bastard a piece of his
mind. He knew better. Angering someone as powerful and intelligent as Kanone
was dangerous and potentially lethal.

�� Eyes cursed
his weak reaction and quickly fought to regain his composure. It would take him
a little bit of time to be as relaxed as he was before the call, but he would
reach it if Kousuke helped him. He wondered if this made the redhead think less
of him. No matter how much he denied Fate, and all that Kanone defended, he
still had yet to cut all the strings he had to the other Blade Child. He just
wished he could do it faster... "Shame that my memory isn't as
clear." Eyes had tried to forget that night the moment he'd decided to
leave Kanone. "I'll prepare everything for your arrival and make sure you
have transportation. I assume you'll be landing in Narita?" Eyes absently
curled the fingers of one hand in the soft fur of the tail around his waist,
thankful Kousuke hadn't pulled away yet.

�� Nor did he.
Kousuke could tell even without his newly awakened empathic ability that Eyes
needed him close. Instead, he put the brush down so that he could wrap his arms
around the pale torso in a protective embrace, nuzzling gently at the snowy
mane of Eyes's hair.

�� "Yes.
I'll be arriving tomorrow at six in the evening. Will I see you there?"

�� Tomorrow
was too soon. Way too soon. Eyes kept his voice amazingly steady. "I will
try and get out of my concert rehearsal for you."

�� Kanone's
smile, predatory and sharp around the edges, could actually be heard through
the phone. "I'm sure you'll manage. I'd be rather...disappointed,
otherwise."

�� Kousuke grit his teeth, his
hold on Eyes tightening. I will not kill him I will not kill him he'd mop
the floor with me and use my pelt as a bath towel I will not kill him I will
not kill him but GOD it's tempting!

�� Those sharp
edges prickled along Eyes's skin, and he leaned a little more than he wanted to
against Kousuke. "We can't have that now, can we? I'll see you tomorrow at
six, Kanone."

�� "Yes,
you will. And say hello to the others for me. And tell Asazuki that I'll
especially want to talk to him."

�� Kousuke's
tail went bottle-brush.

�� Eyes
stroked the tail gently, but his hand was shaking. "I will. Goodbye
Kanone."

�� "Goodbye,
Eyes." There was a soft click, and the line went dead.

�� Kousuke sighed
unhappily. "Somehow, I've got the sinking suspicion that the next few days
are going to suck."

�� Eyes's
answer to that was to hurl the phone so hard across the room it bounced off the
wall and skittered across the floor. Bowing his head, he clenched his fists on
his thighs, trying to ignore the trembling in his body, or at least make it
less noticeable. Weak. He felt so weak, and that was not a feeling that
Eyes Rutherford was accustomed too.� He
felt a ripple of anger run through him. Not just at Kanone, but at himself for
letting Kanone get to him.

�� Kousuke
watched the tremors run through those narrow shoulders sadly, reaching to cover
the pale fisted hands with his own, twining their fingers together before
lifting them and wrapping both his and Eyes's arms around the musician in a
tight hug.

�� "I'm
sorry," was all his pride would allow him to say out loud. His throat was
thick with the emotion he'd been holding back for so long, his own shame in
himself, and a little bit of the fear that this weakness would make Kousuke
doubt him.

�� "Don't
be," Kousuke murmured, laying his head on the pale boy's shoulder.
"Kanone scares all of us, and we don't even have as much reason to be
scared as you do. It'd take a hell of a lot worse than just normal survival
instincts to give you anything that needed apology."

�� "It
seems unfair for me to ask for your loyalty when I can barely stand up to him
myself. That...took all I had. And every encounter after it just might, as
well." He didn't want to live like that. He wanted to be stronger, make
his own Blade Children stronger.

�� The redhead
gave another unhappy sigh and kissed the pulse at the base of Eyes's throat, a
chaste brushing of lips. "And I can't do anything to help you. I won't be
able to come near you while he's here, or he'll find out about us. And
something tells me that he wouldn't be particularly thrilled."

�� "No...
He won't." Eyes tightened his fingers between Kousuke's, not wanting to
let go. "But as long as you don't give up on me... You are helping."

�� Kousuke
squeezed back. "Hey, what did I tell you? I love you, Eyes. I'm going to
stick by you, no matter how hard it makes things or how dangerous it gets.
Because...not loving you would be even harder..."

�� Eyes took a
very slow deep breath, and whether it was to still himself from the unsettling
call or the words that Kousuke admitted once more, no one could be sure. Not
even Eyes himself. "Thank you." Finding the right thing to say after
such an admission was too difficult to think about at the moment, and the
pianist was already trying to think of how he was going to handle having Kanone
in his face starting as soon as the next day. He wasn't looking forward to it,
especially not with the kind of week they were already having.

�� Kousuke
smiled at the thanks, nuzzling at that soft white hair. "By the way, since
I know you'll probably guilt yourself about it if I don't say it, it's okay if
you don't return my feelings. It's enough that you care."

�� "Forgive
me for forgetting just how perceptive you really are, Kousuke," Eyes said,
turning his head just enough to nuzzle back.

�� "Eh,
not perceptive. I just know how you think." Kousuke replied softly, before
moving from nuzzling to catch Eyes's lips in a light kiss.

�� Eyes
frowned a little before returning the gesture. "That in itself can be a
little intimidating."

�� The redhead
chuckled. "What? It's not like I'd use that knowledge for something
evil!" He paused suddenly, eyes speculative. "Or at least, not
often..."

�� The
silver-haired teen knew what sense to take such a threat in, and he flushed
only slightly. "I'm going to hold you to that."

�� Kousuke
just grinned. "Hai, hai. Besides, I don't think playing pranks on you
would be all that wise. Who knows what you'd do in retaliation?"

�� "Let's
just say that you don't want to know, and leave it at that." It was an
idle threat, but more of one made to amuse than to actually threaten.

�� The
redheaded Blade Child chuckled, laying his head back on Eyes's shoulder,
perfectly content now that the call from Kanone was over. "Most likely. So
now, to keep you from formulating ideas in how to punish me for evil behavior,
I shall ask a question. Do you get the first shower, or do I?"

�� Eyes made a
show of actually thinking about it for a moment before shaking his head. "You
can have it first."

�� "You
sure? I know you hate being dirty, and after last night's events, we're both
more than a little sweaty and...um...stained."
Kousuke absently noted that tact was not his forte, and that he had no future
as a diplomat. Just as well. Diplomats had to dress up and all that crap.

�� Better to
leave the tact to Eyes, who was brought back to the grim reality by those
words. "I'm sure. I know you won't take long," he reassured the
redhead. "I can stand being a little dirty since I don't take that luxury
often."

�� Kousuke
nodded. "Cool. Why don't you get a little more sleep in the meantime? My
bed's not the tribute to hedonism yours is, but it's nice enough."
Reluctantly, he let go of the other boy and slid out from behind him, standing
carefully with the help of the bed table for balance.

�� Eyes's brow
furrowed. He wouldn't have immediately considered himself a hedonist, but he
could see where the assumption could be made by the way his bedroom looked. He
nodded and curled up on top of the covers, grabbing at one of the extras at the
foot of the bed and tugging it around his slender, pale shoulders.

�� Kousuke
turned to take a last look at the young man burrowed into his bed, and smiled.
Sure, things were probably going to go to hell in a hand basket once Kanone
arrived, but for now, life seemed about as perfect as it ever got.
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