Interruption -- Tactics! Haruka/Kantarou
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sinful_lynxTitle: Icy Gray
Fandom: Tactics
Characters/Pairings: Haruka/Kantarou
Word Count: 224
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Author Notes: I've been reading doujinshi and there was this really sad one where Haruka dreams about Kantarou, who is dead, but he can't remember who he was searching for. ;-; It was sad. xD This has nothing to do with it, but that's when I got the urge to write some Tactics.
Summary: The snow is a blank slate that he finds comfort in.
Disclaimer: Daddy made my icon! :3 Innit cute?
"Isn't it pretty?"
The distance is covered in a dusting of white, the sky slate gray and the air frigid, biting. He despises this weather, but he doesn't bother to complain. "We aren't here to sight see," he reminds quietly, snuggling into the warm scarf that Youko gave him before they left. Onikui or not, the damn air was cold, the ground slippery and if Kantarou thought he was going to jump out and save him, then he was wrong.
"What's the matter, Haruka? You cold?" He teases.
His eye twitches. Bastard... "Shut up and find what you came for."
His master smiles fondly, spinning on his heel. "I guess I should have brought Youko."
"I can take it, idiot!" He snaps and storms past. His wings won't cooperate and the cool metal of his staff wound only end up leaving behind an unnecessary burn. Still, he agreed to come, knowing where and what they would be doing. This attachment is a fearsome thing. He's afraid to dwell on it because there's something lurking underneath, something he can't quite remember. If he remembers what he was, who that face once belonged to, would he be able to stay so close to that warm human?
"Haruka's cold," Kantarou says quietly. He wraps himself around his arm and leads him towards the shrine. "It's probably been a long time since you were last outside in the snow, huh?"
He can't remember the last time he was in such a climate or what that purpose was. He doesn't want to think about it. As much as he wants to remember the last time he felt such warmth, if he were to remember, he'd lose it all. He'd go back to devouring oni, despising humans, loathing this attachment and this warmth that surrounds him so unexpectedly. "Come on."
"Right. Yuki-chan! Come on out and play!"
Kantarou leaves to run ahead, but even as the biting cold tries to swallow the body heat left behind, his body won't forget it. Maybe he doesn't remember the last time he'd been to such a region, or the shadow that haunts his visions, but he doesn't care anymore. Making new memories, basking in the glory of this second chance... he likes this much better than an uncertain past.
Fandom: Tactics
Characters/Pairings: Haruka/Kantarou
Word Count: 224
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Author Notes: I've been reading doujinshi and there was this really sad one where Haruka dreams about Kantarou, who is dead, but he can't remember who he was searching for. ;-; It was sad. xD This has nothing to do with it, but that's when I got the urge to write some Tactics.
Summary: The snow is a blank slate that he finds comfort in.
Disclaimer: Daddy made my icon! :3 Innit cute?
"Isn't it pretty?"
The distance is covered in a dusting of white, the sky slate gray and the air frigid, biting. He despises this weather, but he doesn't bother to complain. "We aren't here to sight see," he reminds quietly, snuggling into the warm scarf that Youko gave him before they left. Onikui or not, the damn air was cold, the ground slippery and if Kantarou thought he was going to jump out and save him, then he was wrong.
"What's the matter, Haruka? You cold?" He teases.
His eye twitches. Bastard... "Shut up and find what you came for."
His master smiles fondly, spinning on his heel. "I guess I should have brought Youko."
"I can take it, idiot!" He snaps and storms past. His wings won't cooperate and the cool metal of his staff wound only end up leaving behind an unnecessary burn. Still, he agreed to come, knowing where and what they would be doing. This attachment is a fearsome thing. He's afraid to dwell on it because there's something lurking underneath, something he can't quite remember. If he remembers what he was, who that face once belonged to, would he be able to stay so close to that warm human?
"Haruka's cold," Kantarou says quietly. He wraps himself around his arm and leads him towards the shrine. "It's probably been a long time since you were last outside in the snow, huh?"
He can't remember the last time he was in such a climate or what that purpose was. He doesn't want to think about it. As much as he wants to remember the last time he felt such warmth, if he were to remember, he'd lose it all. He'd go back to devouring oni, despising humans, loathing this attachment and this warmth that surrounds him so unexpectedly. "Come on."
"Right. Yuki-chan! Come on out and play!"
Kantarou leaves to run ahead, but even as the biting cold tries to swallow the body heat left behind, his body won't forget it. Maybe he doesn't remember the last time he'd been to such a region, or the shadow that haunts his visions, but he doesn't care anymore. Making new memories, basking in the glory of this second chance... he likes this much better than an uncertain past.
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