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So Many Reasons Why
Tal and Thorn
Authors’
Notes:
Not our characters, just our twisted ideas. No money made at all. Trust us. The theory behind this story is
what if Tsuzuki and Muraki met in a past life, the life before Tsuzuki died and
became a Guardian of Death. It’s AU
because it’s based solely on the anime, not the manga at all, and what we came
up with to fill in the gaping holes in both Tsuzuki and Muraki’s history. This also explains Muraki’s instant
obsession with Tsuzuki. Fans of MxT
pairings will not be disappointed.
The
first several chapters take place in the past then we switch up to the present
(which is set about one year after the Kyoto cases).
Running
always running. Away from people who
don’t want me around. Away from what I
am as if I really understand it myself.
Today, perhaps my running stops.
Asato looked up at the serene mansion.
Newly thirteen, this had been his dad’s last resort. His father wrapped his coat around him and
told him to be good…and that was it.
The driver whisked off before he could turn and beg him to bring him
back to the only home he’d ever known.
mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'>Large violet eyes grew larger than their already considerable
size. Then a thought crossed Asato’s
mind. “Oh, I get it. You and your brother... it’s scare the hell
out of the new guy, isn’t it…and let me guess there’s an evil mad scientist’s
lab in the basement, right?”
“No,” Kazutaka said quite seriously. “Grandfather’s lab is across the kitchen
garden, in the building behind the main house.
So are his patients.”
“Rrright.”
Asato didn’t know whether to take Kazutaka seriously or not. “How’s Mildred?”
“She’s hiding under my bed. She found out I was going to bring her up
here to visit, and hid. She’s terribly
afraid of going by Saki’s room.”
Kazutaka slid onto the bed that was in the center of the huge
space. He crunched up against the
headboard, and examined the room from there.
“Well we’ll just go visit her after dinner
then…speaking of... should I dress up...there are some fancier clothes in here
than I’m used to.”
Kazutaka shrugged.
“Just don’t look like a servant and daddy will be happy. Saki always comes to the table all stinky
and sweaty and in clothes I think he steals from the servant boys.”
“Then this should work,” Asato stood in the medium
sized walk in closet and took off his sweatshirt to replace it with a soft dark
dark blue wool sweater then he walked over to the large oval mirror and touched
it. There was something odd about it no
doubt about that. He could ask Kazutaka
but no doubt the boy would tell him Saki could use it to sneak in his room or
something else like that.
“You’re just a little younger than me, aren’t
you?” Kazutaka asked. “You don’t look it. You look lots older.”
Asato was running a comb through his chocolate brown
hair. “I don’t know I guess I look old
cause I am sad a lot. And I get
mistaken for a high school kid sometimes but I think that’s cause I’m tall for
my age. You just haven’t grown taller yet but I’m sure you will probably any
day now…taller than Saki even.”
“Maybe. Is
this where you’ll bring them?” Kazutaka
leaned forward. “Saki says there’s
something wrong with me cause I don’t want anyone else in my room at
night. He says I’m freakish.”
“Bring who?
You read my yearbook does it look like I have hot dates lining up...
besides hello I’m not even fourteen. Girls
don’t come up to your room till your like sixteen or seventeen…though hey I’ll
bet the telescope might impress them.”
“Saki brings boys to his room mostly.” Kazutaka shrugged. “And he says he started when he was younger than me. I think he’s lying, but who knows. He’s bad.”
“I don’t know if I’ll ever want to bring a boy up
here. I mean dad has a friend who is a
guy and he has a guy friend and they’re real nice but um…what do you mean, he’s
bad?’
“He just is.
He… well, he just is.” Kazutaka
shrugged. “Just keep your door locked.”
“Okay and I’ll make sure he knows I don’t want anything
to do with his room…okay?”
Kazutaka nodded.
Then he crawled to the end of the bed, and lying on his stomach, he
looked at Asato very seriously. “My
father told you I was, what does he like to say? I’m mentally challenged, didn’t he?”
“No, he said you were different, very smart, smarter
than most those our age, and lonely.
That’s all. He never said
anything like mentally challenged and from observation if anyone here is
mentally challenged it’s Saki.spanspan>But
don’t tell him I said so.”
“He wouldn’t understand even if I did,” Kazutaka
seemed to be more relaxed and the wounded little kid sound had left his voice,
and he no longer seemed quite so small.
“But, just between us, what do you think he does with those boys? I’m not stupid; I know what a boy does with
a girl, but with a boy? I haven’t
figured that out yet.”
“Well… uh,” Asato suddenly found the Kazutaka in the
mirror much easier to talk to than the one sitting on his bed. “He probably…they probably…touch each other
and stuff.”
“Yeah, I guessed that much. And kiss and hug and all that. But you can’t stick it in… well, a boy’s
thing is a thing, not a hole.”
Asato stole a glance at the clock…damn just a
little to early to say hey look we’ll be late for dinner. “Uh… well…maybe they stick it somewhere else
or maybe thingies open up and go inside each other when they touch... I don’t know.”
Kazutaka put his head down on his arms. “That just sounds silly. But the whole thing sounds silly, and messy
and pointless, no matter who’s doing it.”
He closed his eyes. “I mean, why
the hell would I want someone’s big drooly tongue in my mouth? Yuck!”
Thank god we are off the s-e-x subject. “I don’t know it is supposed to be about finding someone you want
to be with so much you just want to get closer and closer. That wouldn’t be so bad…it would be different
than everyone pushing me away.”
“Close is one thing, drool is another.” Kazutaka replied. He >He opened his eyes, and watched Asato fiddle at the mirror. “Have you ever?”
“What? Drooled
on someone? No, I mean I kissed Katie
on the cheek once but she slapped me so I don’t know if it counts.”
“Nah, not really.
Cheek kisses aren’t really kisses.
There’s no drool or tongues or anything. I don’t think I want to talk about this anymore. It’s just so disgusting. I never ever want to kiss anyone.”
“Yeah I’d really have to be crazy in love out of my
head to share someone else’s drool.”
“Let’s go get dinner. It’s probably almost time.”
Asato couldn’t resist. “I’m drooling already.”
“Ack! Gross,” Kazutaka slid off the bed. “Just keep it to yourself.
I don’t want any of it!”
“C’mon…we’ll slip past Saki’s room together really
fast…and then we’ll turn around and make lots of noise so he knows he missed
his chance to catch us.”
Kazutaka shook his head. “You’re going to get me in trouble.” He smiled. “I think I’m
going to like having you around.”
“Yeah, Saki won’t know what hit him.”
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