Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Sanctuary ❯ I'm Back at the Beginning ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Miko No Hoshi 
Progress? Not so much...
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.29.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 219 | Status: Work In Progress
Progress? Not so much...
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.29.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 219 | Status: Work In Progress
so it continues. I'm really happy to have even a few people interested enough in this to want it to go on.
Chapter Eleven: I'm Back at the Beginning
"But not today."
The phrase hung heavily in the air. Gateau stared at Marron's back, watched him raise a hand to his face, hiding. He didn't have anymore words, and stood, silently, waiting for the reply.
"Gateau
A loud, insistent knocking interrupted and Gateau could not help but swear. He watched Marron's shoulders sag, and when he looked back from the doorway the younger man had fallen wearily into a chair. He leaned over himself, long hair falling to conceal his face.
"Marron. . . "
But the knocking would not let him continue. With a frustrated growl, Gateau hurried down the steps to the front door. Ready to deliver a fierce deluge to whoever stood behind it, still knocking. But when he shoved the door aside, Tira was so quick to fling herself into his arms that he never had a chance.
~*~
Tira wielded the white handkerchief in one hand and a cup of tea in the other as she sat on one end of the large couch. Gateau, unused to dealing with any crisis beyond wrong paperwork was, to say the least, having a rather difficult day. He did his best to sit and watch her dab at her eyes and listen to her tell him the story he could have mostly assembled himself.
"And I caught him with her, right there, on his desk. I just, I never thought. . . and with her!"
"It wasn't Chocolate, was it?"
"No! No, of course not. My sister would never! She's a nice girl now, a good girl, very responsible. No," she reaffirmed, perhaps more for her own benefit than his, "it was that damned bimbo from his office."
"Oh." What was Marron doing?
"I dropped by because he had to work late, I mean, I thought... I was hoping I was wrong."
"Tira..."
"He didn't even try to pretend."
"Well, you did know something was going--"
Gateau was thankfully saved from his remark, which, judging from the look forming on Tira's face, was a hideous mistake, by the entrance of Marshal. The suited man pushed his way through the door with arms laden with groceries. He paused at the living room entrance.
"Shall I set dinner for three, sir?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah."
~*~
Gateau was more comfortable now that the tears had stopped. Still, he watched Tira carefully as she sat quietly on the sofa. Her red eyes were full of thought now that the sadness had retreated. Tira was not one to sit and cry about something. And as her eyes sharpened suddenly, Gateau could not help but wonder if Carrot would survive.
~***~
She watched through the mesh veil as he took her hand in his. Brown eyes met hers and he smiled, kind, loving, but no more serious than when he made a good sale at work. She saw it, just as she saw his eyes were the wrong color, his height a little shorter, just not the person she had expected for so long. But it was somehow right just the same.
Tira let herself be guided by the warm presence of his hand up the short steps. They knelt briefly together then he removed the veil from her eyes. Some words passed between the priest and the congregation, and then between the three of them. She watched the gold band encircle her finger and was sure it was destiny.
" . . . until death do us part."
And then his lips were on hers, and cameras flashed around them. Before he could pull back, she pushed her lips against his ear to whisper.
"You're mine now, Carrot."
She met the next flashes with a shy blush, ducking a little behind her bouquet as they retreated down the isle and into the next years of their life.
~***~
Tira placed the napkin into her lap, staring pointedly at the table. Gateau coughed a little to get her attention and was rewarded by a little smile.
"I'm sorry to trouble you."
"Don't worry about it," he answered as he adjusted his own napkin. Honestly, Tira could only gain a partial consideration in his huge field of problems.
Marshal appeared with a tray laden with bowls. Having set them down and inserted the various serving implements, he stepped back from the table and waited from Gateau's formal nod of dismissal that came into use only when guests were present. He received a request instead.
"Would you go upstairs and ask Marron to join us, Marshal?"
"Ask, sir?"
"Insist, if you can."
"Yes, sir."
He left, and in a few moments Marron appeared. He seated himself across from Tira and managed not to look at either one of them. Food was served, but none really felt like eating.
"So, what now?" Gateau had to ask. Both looked to him, but Tira answered.
"I don't know. I maybe have somewhere to work; I can pick up my stuff. But that's for later, of course. I mean, I don't even have a place to stay."
Gateau felt the pressure of an invitation. Not that he would necessarily mind Tira moving in with them, but considering the issues, rather private issues, he and Marron had yet to work out, it did not seem a smart idea to introduce a new character into their already turbulent life.
"Tonight you can stay here tonight." Had he said it twice? He hadn't meant to be like that.
"Thanks."
She watched Marron for a little while then. He didn't ask any questions. After pushing the food on his plate around, he excused himself quietly and retreated once more up the stairs. Gateau watched him go.
"Something?" Tira asked.
"Huh?"
"Between you two?"
"Us? No, no...just the usual."
~*~
Gateau chased sleep for a few hours, and having the elusive beast almost in his grasp lay half-awake in his bed. The creak of the door, however, set it free once again. As he came once more reluctantly into the world of the waking, he saw Marron in the doorway. Silhouetted by the dim light of the hallways, his form was shadowed.
"Gateau? Are you awake?" he whispered. If Gateau had indeed been sleeping, it would not have woken him.
"No," he sat up.
"I was...I was thinking."
Gateau waited.
"About what you said...about today. Gateau, I...I want to be with you...today." He turned to leave, ready to retreat once again from the older man.
"Marron!" his voice was much too loud in the quiet house, but it stopped Marron as he had intended. "Come here a minute."
Marron approached, but stood off a few feet. He seemed wary of the bed. With small motions, Gateau managed to coax him closer and eventually onto the mattress. He sat stiffly there with the blond behind him. Gateau gently touched his shoulder.
"I'm glad, Marron."
He nodded. Gateau slipped closer, wrapping an arm around the younger man's waist. Marron made a small sound, and Gateau realized for the first time that the other was actually frightened.
"Shhh. Nothing's going to happen if you don't want it to." Gently he pulled the other backwards until they lay spooned together.
"Gateau?"
"What?"
"Promise," tracing the large arm that embraced him, Marron caught Gateau's hand in his own.
"I won't do anyth--"
"No. Promise you won't let me hurt you."
Gateau suddenly realized he had a long way to go.
~tbc~
I actually know where this one is going, and if you kind readers (all three of you) will be patient with me I'll get there eventually. Thanks for reading!
Chapter Eleven: I'm Back at the Beginning
"But not today."
The phrase hung heavily in the air. Gateau stared at Marron's back, watched him raise a hand to his face, hiding. He didn't have anymore words, and stood, silently, waiting for the reply.
"Gateau
A loud, insistent knocking interrupted and Gateau could not help but swear. He watched Marron's shoulders sag, and when he looked back from the doorway the younger man had fallen wearily into a chair. He leaned over himself, long hair falling to conceal his face.
"Marron. . . "
But the knocking would not let him continue. With a frustrated growl, Gateau hurried down the steps to the front door. Ready to deliver a fierce deluge to whoever stood behind it, still knocking. But when he shoved the door aside, Tira was so quick to fling herself into his arms that he never had a chance.
~*~
Tira wielded the white handkerchief in one hand and a cup of tea in the other as she sat on one end of the large couch. Gateau, unused to dealing with any crisis beyond wrong paperwork was, to say the least, having a rather difficult day. He did his best to sit and watch her dab at her eyes and listen to her tell him the story he could have mostly assembled himself.
"And I caught him with her, right there, on his desk. I just, I never thought. . . and with her!"
"It wasn't Chocolate, was it?"
"No! No, of course not. My sister would never! She's a nice girl now, a good girl, very responsible. No," she reaffirmed, perhaps more for her own benefit than his, "it was that damned bimbo from his office."
"Oh." What was Marron doing?
"I dropped by because he had to work late, I mean, I thought... I was hoping I was wrong."
"Tira..."
"He didn't even try to pretend."
"Well, you did know something was going--"
Gateau was thankfully saved from his remark, which, judging from the look forming on Tira's face, was a hideous mistake, by the entrance of Marshal. The suited man pushed his way through the door with arms laden with groceries. He paused at the living room entrance.
"Shall I set dinner for three, sir?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah."
~*~
Gateau was more comfortable now that the tears had stopped. Still, he watched Tira carefully as she sat quietly on the sofa. Her red eyes were full of thought now that the sadness had retreated. Tira was not one to sit and cry about something. And as her eyes sharpened suddenly, Gateau could not help but wonder if Carrot would survive.
~***~
She watched through the mesh veil as he took her hand in his. Brown eyes met hers and he smiled, kind, loving, but no more serious than when he made a good sale at work. She saw it, just as she saw his eyes were the wrong color, his height a little shorter, just not the person she had expected for so long. But it was somehow right just the same.
Tira let herself be guided by the warm presence of his hand up the short steps. They knelt briefly together then he removed the veil from her eyes. Some words passed between the priest and the congregation, and then between the three of them. She watched the gold band encircle her finger and was sure it was destiny.
" . . . until death do us part."
And then his lips were on hers, and cameras flashed around them. Before he could pull back, she pushed her lips against his ear to whisper.
"You're mine now, Carrot."
She met the next flashes with a shy blush, ducking a little behind her bouquet as they retreated down the isle and into the next years of their life.
~***~
Tira placed the napkin into her lap, staring pointedly at the table. Gateau coughed a little to get her attention and was rewarded by a little smile.
"I'm sorry to trouble you."
"Don't worry about it," he answered as he adjusted his own napkin. Honestly, Tira could only gain a partial consideration in his huge field of problems.
Marshal appeared with a tray laden with bowls. Having set them down and inserted the various serving implements, he stepped back from the table and waited from Gateau's formal nod of dismissal that came into use only when guests were present. He received a request instead.
"Would you go upstairs and ask Marron to join us, Marshal?"
"Ask, sir?"
"Insist, if you can."
"Yes, sir."
He left, and in a few moments Marron appeared. He seated himself across from Tira and managed not to look at either one of them. Food was served, but none really felt like eating.
"So, what now?" Gateau had to ask. Both looked to him, but Tira answered.
"I don't know. I maybe have somewhere to work; I can pick up my stuff. But that's for later, of course. I mean, I don't even have a place to stay."
Gateau felt the pressure of an invitation. Not that he would necessarily mind Tira moving in with them, but considering the issues, rather private issues, he and Marron had yet to work out, it did not seem a smart idea to introduce a new character into their already turbulent life.
"Tonight you can stay here tonight." Had he said it twice? He hadn't meant to be like that.
"Thanks."
She watched Marron for a little while then. He didn't ask any questions. After pushing the food on his plate around, he excused himself quietly and retreated once more up the stairs. Gateau watched him go.
"Something?" Tira asked.
"Huh?"
"Between you two?"
"Us? No, no...just the usual."
~*~
Gateau chased sleep for a few hours, and having the elusive beast almost in his grasp lay half-awake in his bed. The creak of the door, however, set it free once again. As he came once more reluctantly into the world of the waking, he saw Marron in the doorway. Silhouetted by the dim light of the hallways, his form was shadowed.
"Gateau? Are you awake?" he whispered. If Gateau had indeed been sleeping, it would not have woken him.
"No," he sat up.
"I was...I was thinking."
Gateau waited.
"About what you said...about today. Gateau, I...I want to be with you...today." He turned to leave, ready to retreat once again from the older man.
"Marron!" his voice was much too loud in the quiet house, but it stopped Marron as he had intended. "Come here a minute."
Marron approached, but stood off a few feet. He seemed wary of the bed. With small motions, Gateau managed to coax him closer and eventually onto the mattress. He sat stiffly there with the blond behind him. Gateau gently touched his shoulder.
"I'm glad, Marron."
He nodded. Gateau slipped closer, wrapping an arm around the younger man's waist. Marron made a small sound, and Gateau realized for the first time that the other was actually frightened.
"Shhh. Nothing's going to happen if you don't want it to." Gently he pulled the other backwards until they lay spooned together.
"Gateau?"
"What?"
"Promise," tracing the large arm that embraced him, Marron caught Gateau's hand in his own.
"I won't do anyth--"
"No. Promise you won't let me hurt you."
Gateau suddenly realized he had a long way to go.
~tbc~
I actually know where this one is going, and if you kind readers (all three of you) will be patient with me I'll get there eventually. Thanks for reading!