Mirage Of Blaze Fan Fiction ❯ The Echo of Memories Unforgotten ❯ Fathers, Lock Up Your Daughters...Sons, Whatever. ( Chapter 2 )

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 that could probably support a whole galaxy and still have some room for some asteroids.

 

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.

 

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 get some caffeine too, to keep him up the rest of the day, but then he realized he was really hungry and so ordering about half of the menu, the waitress had laughed and asked him to slow down as he rattled off his list.

 

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 under the table. 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, not at all conscious of the movement, 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- knew Takaya didn't realize 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, moving his foot back to the floor.

 

“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 Naoe could confess complicated, undying love and yet he couldn't 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 coffee cup, 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 had spent the majority of his time with, didn't seem like such a big deal…except…oh who was he kiddin' 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…Stupid just like that dream he'd had last night 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 which made him blush even more because, him and Naoe weren't that intimate with each other. Not in his last life…so what the fuck was that dream about…no maybe Naoe had been lying to 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 Mirror incident he had started to remember more about his past, 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 mystery that made him feel just as clueless as if he was meeting Naoe all over again.

 

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 and anyway.

 

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 back those words.

 

`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 mind set because that would have just been 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. If he wanted him so bad, then he just 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 as he still stared at Naoe, never breaking eye contact, one of the man's long legs coming 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 which Naoe having 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 Takaya's 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.