Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Sanctuary ❯ In My Strange Puzzle ( Chapter 8 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
Something begins to fit. Gateau relaizes exactly what Marron needs, and what he wants.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 247 | Status: Work In Progress
Something begins to fit. Gateau relaizes exactly what Marron needs, and what he wants.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 247 | Status: Work In Progress
Not so long to update now that I’m back in the States and back in the swing of things. Admittedly college serves as some delay, but I’ll try to stay motivated. Thanks for sticking with me guys! And a special thanks to Cierzo for inspiration!
One other thing, I think I’m gonna go ahead and bump this up to an R rating with the next chapter, so if you search by rating that is where it will be.
Sanctuary
Chapter Eight: In My Strange Puzzle
Tira's eyes met Gateau's, but he was unable to get anything out besides a quick apology as he had to hurry behind Marron. Left standing at the door, she motioned for Gateau to call her. He nodded before sliding into the car. Marron didn't even look at him as he started the engine, his terse motions enough to inform the younger man that Gateau was aggravated with him.
He was unable to keep quiet for more than a few moments.
"You could at least try to make peace with him. I thought that was what you wanted," Gateau took a turn sharply. It wasn't that he was eager to have Carrot back in Marron's life, but he could not allow the boy to sabotage everything.
"Gateau..."
"Forget it," he cut him off, shifting gears harshly as he took off too fast from a red light. "I try and I try, but I don't know what the hell you want."
Marron watched the yellow line of the road as it curved and straitened, always keeping its distance from the edge. If only everything were so stable. Gateau didn't speak to him again.
Gravel slid under the tires as the car was parked in the drive. Gateau got out, slamming the door and leaving Marron to do what he would with himself. The younger man waited until the other was inside the house before undoing his seatbelt and climbing from the car. His own door shut with an unenthusiastic thunk.
The night air was cool, blowing back the strands of his hair that had escaped their tie. Leaning against the car, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lip. He lifted a lighter from the other, cupping his hands to block the wind and causing the glow to wash upon his face. He looked tired.
Tucking the light away, he walked to take a seat again on the steps. But now there was no warm arm to comfort him, and though the closeness had bothered him then, he missed it now. It hurt that Gateau was angry with him, but to him the blond had every right to be. Marron flicked gray ashes to the ground.
He thought about leaving, but he had no where to go and the option seemed more painful. Angry or not, Gateau was still there. And he had been trying. Marron pulled the band from his hair and shrugged the jacket from his shoulders. It felt good to just be cold, to feel something that he didn't have to analyze.
Getting to his feet, he dropped the cigarette to the ground and went to the door. As his hand landed on the knob, he though perhaps it would be locked, and then decided he didn't care to see. Lighting another smoke, he decided to go for a walk.
~***~
Gateau reached blindly to shut off the squawking of the alarm. Rolling back over, he stared affectionately at the boy in his arms. The sun was just coming up and warm colors tinted his lover's pale skin. Gold eyes looked up at him with open affection for a perfect moment before they were clouded by unhappy memories.
"Marron," he didn't know what to say.
Marron just shook his head. Sitting up, he ran a hand through his hair. Gateau scooted back to sit behind him, big hands working at the muscles in his bare shoulders.
"Look, there's not that much of school left. After graduation"
"I'd like to go to college," it was quiet, a certainty now unsure.
Gateau kissed the back of his neck gently. "You will, Beautiful, I'll make sure of it. We'll move wherever you want, get a place together..."
Marron leaned back in his arms, "What about my brother?"
"What about him?"
"I can't...I can't go home."
~***~
Gateau stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Wiping a streak through the condensation on the mirror, he picked up is toothbrush. Teeth, hair, deodorant, he did it without thinking. It wasn't until he was pulling on a pair of jeans that he realized he had things to do. Wrapping his watch around his wrist, he noticed the hour at just past ten. Deciding the call might as well be made, he took a seat on his bed and lifted the phone.
~*~
Tira muted the tv as she went to the kitchen to get the phone.
"Hello? Ah, Gateau," she had been expecting an indignant call last night, some lecture about how she could be married to such an unfeeling idiot. The last time her husband, then not even her boyfriend, had managed to hurt Marron's feelings, he had worn a black eye and several other injuries for some time.
But now Gateau didn't sound upset, he actually sounded apologetic, trying to explain Marron's behavior. Tira would have little of the misconception.
"He had every right to be mad, Gateau. I guess you didn't hear it."
"Carrot said some things; he didn't know Marron was there. I think," she twirled the curled cord between her fingers, "I think it really hurt him. You know how close they used to be."
"I really am sorry."
"Yes, yes I hope we can. Goodbye."
She set the phone back into its cradle and walked back to the living room. Some day time soap opera played silently on the TV. She thought about Marron and Gateau, what they were doing. She had hated the blond in high school, first for stealing her first love then hurting her second. But now it was different. Her next call that day would be from Carrot; he would have to work late again.
~*~
His feet felt heavy; his stomach felt vaguely sick. He would not do something stupid like cry or throw up, no, certainly not. Pulling on a pair of socks and a shirt, Gateau left his room. He would not hide. He would confess his mistake, apologize, and take the repercussions like a man. Yes, that was the right thing to do.
Marshall met him at the bottom of the stairs. "Sir."
"What?" he paused at the questioning, and somewhat disapproving, tone.
"Never mind, sir," he took a step back.
"Where's Marron?"
"The living room, I believe."
He cast one more look over his shoulder to find Marshall still staring rather hard at him. Dismissing it as one of the man's moods, he went on to the living room.
If he hadn't regretted it before, the scene before him forced him to. Marron hadn't meant to be dramatic, Gateau doubted he had meant anything at all. The boy was curled up in the big recliner, head laying on the arm and arms tucked in against his chest. His jacket was gone, and the sleeve of his white shirt had somehow gotten dirty. His hair hung down around him in long strands, turning an image that might have been a tired child into something more like a fallen angel.
He was still sleeping soundly as Gateau knelt beside the chair. He plucked a small leaf from Marron's hair and wondered how it had gotten there. The younger man woke up when he touched his face, eyes blinking curiously at him.
"Sorry," he rubbed at smudge on Marron's cheek. "I didn't..."
He smiled, just a little, tired smile, and Gateau couldn't help himself. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss gently against Marron's soft lips. Marron sat up, startled.
"What?" he touched his lips then looked at his fingers.
"Marron," he started.
"No. No Gateau," he shook his head, worried look still in his eyes, "You shouldn't do that."
Taking hold of the hand Marron had been so interested in, Gateau held it securely as if to convince him. "I've just decided I should."
~tbc~
Oooh, an actual development! I still do like this story, and I'll probably continue if you don't review...but it will hurt my feelings. Those of you who write know how it is...so, please be kind and review.
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No HoshiConverting /tmp/phpLg20JJ to /dev/stdout
One other thing, I think I’m gonna go ahead and bump this up to an R rating with the next chapter, so if you search by rating that is where it will be.
Sanctuary
Chapter Eight: In My Strange Puzzle
Tira's eyes met Gateau's, but he was unable to get anything out besides a quick apology as he had to hurry behind Marron. Left standing at the door, she motioned for Gateau to call her. He nodded before sliding into the car. Marron didn't even look at him as he started the engine, his terse motions enough to inform the younger man that Gateau was aggravated with him.
He was unable to keep quiet for more than a few moments.
"You could at least try to make peace with him. I thought that was what you wanted," Gateau took a turn sharply. It wasn't that he was eager to have Carrot back in Marron's life, but he could not allow the boy to sabotage everything.
"Gateau..."
"Forget it," he cut him off, shifting gears harshly as he took off too fast from a red light. "I try and I try, but I don't know what the hell you want."
Marron watched the yellow line of the road as it curved and straitened, always keeping its distance from the edge. If only everything were so stable. Gateau didn't speak to him again.
Gravel slid under the tires as the car was parked in the drive. Gateau got out, slamming the door and leaving Marron to do what he would with himself. The younger man waited until the other was inside the house before undoing his seatbelt and climbing from the car. His own door shut with an unenthusiastic thunk.
The night air was cool, blowing back the strands of his hair that had escaped their tie. Leaning against the car, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lip. He lifted a lighter from the other, cupping his hands to block the wind and causing the glow to wash upon his face. He looked tired.
Tucking the light away, he walked to take a seat again on the steps. But now there was no warm arm to comfort him, and though the closeness had bothered him then, he missed it now. It hurt that Gateau was angry with him, but to him the blond had every right to be. Marron flicked gray ashes to the ground.
He thought about leaving, but he had no where to go and the option seemed more painful. Angry or not, Gateau was still there. And he had been trying. Marron pulled the band from his hair and shrugged the jacket from his shoulders. It felt good to just be cold, to feel something that he didn't have to analyze.
Getting to his feet, he dropped the cigarette to the ground and went to the door. As his hand landed on the knob, he though perhaps it would be locked, and then decided he didn't care to see. Lighting another smoke, he decided to go for a walk.
~***~
Gateau reached blindly to shut off the squawking of the alarm. Rolling back over, he stared affectionately at the boy in his arms. The sun was just coming up and warm colors tinted his lover's pale skin. Gold eyes looked up at him with open affection for a perfect moment before they were clouded by unhappy memories.
"Marron," he didn't know what to say.
Marron just shook his head. Sitting up, he ran a hand through his hair. Gateau scooted back to sit behind him, big hands working at the muscles in his bare shoulders.
"Look, there's not that much of school left. After graduation"
"I'd like to go to college," it was quiet, a certainty now unsure.
Gateau kissed the back of his neck gently. "You will, Beautiful, I'll make sure of it. We'll move wherever you want, get a place together..."
Marron leaned back in his arms, "What about my brother?"
"What about him?"
"I can't...I can't go home."
~***~
Gateau stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Wiping a streak through the condensation on the mirror, he picked up is toothbrush. Teeth, hair, deodorant, he did it without thinking. It wasn't until he was pulling on a pair of jeans that he realized he had things to do. Wrapping his watch around his wrist, he noticed the hour at just past ten. Deciding the call might as well be made, he took a seat on his bed and lifted the phone.
~*~
Tira muted the tv as she went to the kitchen to get the phone.
"Hello? Ah, Gateau," she had been expecting an indignant call last night, some lecture about how she could be married to such an unfeeling idiot. The last time her husband, then not even her boyfriend, had managed to hurt Marron's feelings, he had worn a black eye and several other injuries for some time.
But now Gateau didn't sound upset, he actually sounded apologetic, trying to explain Marron's behavior. Tira would have little of the misconception.
"He had every right to be mad, Gateau. I guess you didn't hear it."
"Carrot said some things; he didn't know Marron was there. I think," she twirled the curled cord between her fingers, "I think it really hurt him. You know how close they used to be."
"I really am sorry."
"Yes, yes I hope we can. Goodbye."
She set the phone back into its cradle and walked back to the living room. Some day time soap opera played silently on the TV. She thought about Marron and Gateau, what they were doing. She had hated the blond in high school, first for stealing her first love then hurting her second. But now it was different. Her next call that day would be from Carrot; he would have to work late again.
~*~
His feet felt heavy; his stomach felt vaguely sick. He would not do something stupid like cry or throw up, no, certainly not. Pulling on a pair of socks and a shirt, Gateau left his room. He would not hide. He would confess his mistake, apologize, and take the repercussions like a man. Yes, that was the right thing to do.
Marshall met him at the bottom of the stairs. "Sir."
"What?" he paused at the questioning, and somewhat disapproving, tone.
"Never mind, sir," he took a step back.
"Where's Marron?"
"The living room, I believe."
He cast one more look over his shoulder to find Marshall still staring rather hard at him. Dismissing it as one of the man's moods, he went on to the living room.
If he hadn't regretted it before, the scene before him forced him to. Marron hadn't meant to be dramatic, Gateau doubted he had meant anything at all. The boy was curled up in the big recliner, head laying on the arm and arms tucked in against his chest. His jacket was gone, and the sleeve of his white shirt had somehow gotten dirty. His hair hung down around him in long strands, turning an image that might have been a tired child into something more like a fallen angel.
He was still sleeping soundly as Gateau knelt beside the chair. He plucked a small leaf from Marron's hair and wondered how it had gotten there. The younger man woke up when he touched his face, eyes blinking curiously at him.
"Sorry," he rubbed at smudge on Marron's cheek. "I didn't..."
He smiled, just a little, tired smile, and Gateau couldn't help himself. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss gently against Marron's soft lips. Marron sat up, startled.
"What?" he touched his lips then looked at his fingers.
"Marron," he started.
"No. No Gateau," he shook his head, worried look still in his eyes, "You shouldn't do that."
Taking hold of the hand Marron had been so interested in, Gateau held it securely as if to convince him. "I've just decided I should."
~tbc~
Oooh, an actual development! I still do like this story, and I'll probably continue if you don't review...but it will hurt my feelings. Those of you who write know how it is...so, please be kind and review.
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No HoshiConverting /tmp/phpLg20JJ to /dev/stdout