Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Sanctuary ❯ And Now I've Found You ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.27.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 419 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.27.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 419 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I own nothing except these snazzy socks I got for Christmas.
Notes: Well, no one is reading this {sigh}. I swear, plot does not go over well with you people, or maybe I just can't write it well. Oh well, I like this one so I'll probably keep working on it until someone tells me to stop.
Sanctuary
Chapter Two: I'm Taking You Home
Slipping from Gateau's gentle grasp, Marron wiped harshly at his face. He took out a small pan and, as Gateau stared at him, filled it with water and set it on the stove to boil. Neither spoke as he drew two unmatched mugs from the cabinet.
It was only after the two were seated at the tiny table that Gateau spoke.
"Well, you might as well tell me the rest of it."
Marron lifted his cup, bringing it to his lips, Gateau saw his hands were shaking. He returned it to the table without a sound. "I...I..."
"Marron?"
"I'm sick, Gateau. That's why I left, that's why I dropped out before college--I was going to Harvard, you know that? I made it in," his tone was that of one resigned. "But then I found out and, well, what's the point? By the time I graduated, I--it wouldn't matter." He let his chin drop into his hand, a look of sarcasm resting on his features, waiting for a reply.
There was a brief silence, Gateau getting the jist of it from the rambling speech but needing the specific to quell the worrying of his own mind. "What?"
"AIDS."
"Shit," he swore.
"That's all isn't it?" Marron stood, walking to the window and placing his hand on the cool glass, starring at the street below. "Go on. I won't follow you."
A warm body pressed against him from behind as Gateau linked his arms around his waist. "I'm sorry Marron."
"For what?"
"That I didn't find you sooner."
And for a moment Gateau held him, staring at the people below, going about their lives as if nothing had changed. Simple people, happy people, how badly Marron wanted to walk with them.
~*~
Gateau spent that night on the small daybed, Marron nestled in his arms, clutching so desperately at his day old shirt. And even though the neighbors were fighting and the springs were pushing through the mattress to claw into his side, Gateau slept better than he had in years.
~*~
As the sun was just peaking over the horizon, Marron managed to escape the other's hold. He sighed forlornly as he looked down at the man sleeping on his bed. Going to the wall, he picked up a thin notebook. Gently settling himself back on the bed, just close enough to feel the heat flowing from Gateau's body, but without actually touching. He began to write, ideas coming easily but not in a flurry as so often they did. It was a rare calm as he sat and wrote and between lines stared at the man with blond hair.
~*~
Disorientation faded from Gateau's mind. As he sat up, the bed squeaked loudly as if might fall in at any moment. The sound of running water filled the apartment, Marron apparently taking a shower beyond the thin curtain that had been pulled shut to block off the bathroom. Shifting to swing his legs over the bed's side, Gateau encountered the notebook lying there, closed but with a pencil stuck between its pages.
Lifting the notebook into his lap, Gateau opened it. There in a fine script were several poems, beside each the present date. Unfortunately, they were written in English, a language Marron acceded at. Gateau had never been fond of. He had spent most of English class staring at Marron and debating how exactly he could get the other to talk to him. Now he wished his knowledge was better and he could pick out more than a few words.
Laying Marron's writings aside, he stood to brush the wrinkles from his slacks. The water stopped. After a few shuffling sounds the curtain was pushed back and Marron walked out. He once again wore jeans, this time with a red sweater. Both seemed too big. His long wet hair hung near his face. He tossed the used towel into a makeshift hamper near the door before turning to look at Gateau.
"Do you want to shower?" he asked.
Gateau declined, not really wanting to brave it in such conditions. Marron just nodded.
"Get your things together," Gateau stated.
"What?" Marron looked at him quizzically.
"We're going home," he answered, looking into Marron's eyes, demanding he see it was the only logical solution.
"You can't want--"
"I do. Now get your things."
Marron stared a minute more before beginning to comply. Opening the trunk, he revealed it to be only half full with worn clothes. Gateau helped him gather his books and put them in it. Reaching under the bed, Marron pulled out a wrinkled duffle bag, one of the few things he still had from home. Into it he placed only a few things, a toothbrush, a comb, and a tiny box. Picking up a picture frame, he went to put it in, but Gateau took it before he could.
It was a simple picture. Gateau and Marron, sitting on the hood of Gateau's car against a backdrop of fall leaves. Christine's Point. It seemed like such a long time ago.
"You didn't forget me did you?"
Marron didn't respond. Taking the picture, he placed it in the bag and zipping it. Tossing the thick strap over his shoulder and standing. He opened the door, letting Gateau step through only to turn back and cast a glance over the room.
"Do you want something else?" Gateau asked, shifting the weight of the trunk to his thigh.
"No, I don't want any part of it."
And they left together.
~tbc~
Notes: Maybe its cliché', but all the other authors have AU fic, I want one too!
Notes: Well, no one is reading this {sigh}. I swear, plot does not go over well with you people, or maybe I just can't write it well. Oh well, I like this one so I'll probably keep working on it until someone tells me to stop.
Sanctuary
Chapter Two: I'm Taking You Home
Slipping from Gateau's gentle grasp, Marron wiped harshly at his face. He took out a small pan and, as Gateau stared at him, filled it with water and set it on the stove to boil. Neither spoke as he drew two unmatched mugs from the cabinet.
It was only after the two were seated at the tiny table that Gateau spoke.
"Well, you might as well tell me the rest of it."
Marron lifted his cup, bringing it to his lips, Gateau saw his hands were shaking. He returned it to the table without a sound. "I...I..."
"Marron?"
"I'm sick, Gateau. That's why I left, that's why I dropped out before college--I was going to Harvard, you know that? I made it in," his tone was that of one resigned. "But then I found out and, well, what's the point? By the time I graduated, I--it wouldn't matter." He let his chin drop into his hand, a look of sarcasm resting on his features, waiting for a reply.
There was a brief silence, Gateau getting the jist of it from the rambling speech but needing the specific to quell the worrying of his own mind. "What?"
"AIDS."
"Shit," he swore.
"That's all isn't it?" Marron stood, walking to the window and placing his hand on the cool glass, starring at the street below. "Go on. I won't follow you."
A warm body pressed against him from behind as Gateau linked his arms around his waist. "I'm sorry Marron."
"For what?"
"That I didn't find you sooner."
And for a moment Gateau held him, staring at the people below, going about their lives as if nothing had changed. Simple people, happy people, how badly Marron wanted to walk with them.
~*~
Gateau spent that night on the small daybed, Marron nestled in his arms, clutching so desperately at his day old shirt. And even though the neighbors were fighting and the springs were pushing through the mattress to claw into his side, Gateau slept better than he had in years.
~*~
As the sun was just peaking over the horizon, Marron managed to escape the other's hold. He sighed forlornly as he looked down at the man sleeping on his bed. Going to the wall, he picked up a thin notebook. Gently settling himself back on the bed, just close enough to feel the heat flowing from Gateau's body, but without actually touching. He began to write, ideas coming easily but not in a flurry as so often they did. It was a rare calm as he sat and wrote and between lines stared at the man with blond hair.
~*~
Disorientation faded from Gateau's mind. As he sat up, the bed squeaked loudly as if might fall in at any moment. The sound of running water filled the apartment, Marron apparently taking a shower beyond the thin curtain that had been pulled shut to block off the bathroom. Shifting to swing his legs over the bed's side, Gateau encountered the notebook lying there, closed but with a pencil stuck between its pages.
Lifting the notebook into his lap, Gateau opened it. There in a fine script were several poems, beside each the present date. Unfortunately, they were written in English, a language Marron acceded at. Gateau had never been fond of. He had spent most of English class staring at Marron and debating how exactly he could get the other to talk to him. Now he wished his knowledge was better and he could pick out more than a few words.
Laying Marron's writings aside, he stood to brush the wrinkles from his slacks. The water stopped. After a few shuffling sounds the curtain was pushed back and Marron walked out. He once again wore jeans, this time with a red sweater. Both seemed too big. His long wet hair hung near his face. He tossed the used towel into a makeshift hamper near the door before turning to look at Gateau.
"Do you want to shower?" he asked.
Gateau declined, not really wanting to brave it in such conditions. Marron just nodded.
"Get your things together," Gateau stated.
"What?" Marron looked at him quizzically.
"We're going home," he answered, looking into Marron's eyes, demanding he see it was the only logical solution.
"You can't want--"
"I do. Now get your things."
Marron stared a minute more before beginning to comply. Opening the trunk, he revealed it to be only half full with worn clothes. Gateau helped him gather his books and put them in it. Reaching under the bed, Marron pulled out a wrinkled duffle bag, one of the few things he still had from home. Into it he placed only a few things, a toothbrush, a comb, and a tiny box. Picking up a picture frame, he went to put it in, but Gateau took it before he could.
It was a simple picture. Gateau and Marron, sitting on the hood of Gateau's car against a backdrop of fall leaves. Christine's Point. It seemed like such a long time ago.
"You didn't forget me did you?"
Marron didn't respond. Taking the picture, he placed it in the bag and zipping it. Tossing the thick strap over his shoulder and standing. He opened the door, letting Gateau step through only to turn back and cast a glance over the room.
"Do you want something else?" Gateau asked, shifting the weight of the trunk to his thigh.
"No, I don't want any part of it."
And they left together.
~tbc~
Notes: Maybe its cliché', but all the other authors have AU fic, I want one too!