Seeing Red 30

Hajime had never slept on the sofa in his den. He knew it was comfortable enough to sit on, but, though he had once or twice dozed off during a DVD he’d thought would be more interesting, he hadn’t ever had occasion to test this seat’s functionality as a bed before. And perhaps this was why, though he’d been attempting to take a much-needed nap, he just couldn’t lie still. He had to rise, again and again, and go back to his bedroom to check on the young man he’d installed in his own, actual bed.

After a while, though, he was forced to face facts: this really had nothing to do with the comfort level of the sofa. Had it been merely that keeping him awake, he might have made himself useful — might have contacted Kaoru to let her know things were progressing, or might at least have tried to find Kenshin to attempt to see exactly how much more progress they needed to make. But, no, all he could bring himself to do was look in, over and over, at the motionless figure of Sano, and long to smoke a cigarette.

Finally he gave in to the unhealthy urge. He usually didn’t smoke inside the house, but at the moment he couldn’t quite bear to go farther away from his bedroom than just across the hall, in case Sano woke up. So he opened the windows in the den and hovered beside them at one end of the sofa as he poisoned himself and the air around him.

When next his inability to stand still brought him to face the interior of the room, he found Tokio looking up at him with an air both skeptical and a little concerned. He waved his free hand in the direction of the bedroom and asked, “Is Misao still in there?”

She began to lick a paw as she explained that Sano had a very high body temperature.

Hajime wondered if this was natural or if the young man had a fever. A fever was only to be expected. A fever could be controlled.

Tokio cocked her head. She’d been under the impression that Hajime was the one that had hurt Sano — but if he’d done it deliberately, why was he fretting about it?

Turning back to the window, stabbing the remainder of his cigarette into the ash tray on the sill, trying to combat the desire to light another, Hajime said harshly, “Yes, I was the one. I had no choice.”

But that wasn’t quite true. There might have been some other way to exorcize the greater-than-usual amount of shade Sano had absorbed. Though it was a technique he’d never really used, Hajime might have been able to attune himself to the energy and absorb some of it to take part of the load off Sano. But could he have figured it out in time? Or what they’d done before — the insults and the arguments and the actual fighting — might have worked just as well as ever, once Sano had awakened from the faint his unusual level of absorption had induced. But that had been the difficulty: it had rather seemed as if Sano never would awaken. The much-diminished pulse and respiration rate, the rapidly cooling extremities, and, worst of all, the completely inaccessible psyche behind an impenetrable barrier of shade…

Hajime didn’t remember ever having been so worried. And though his desperate measures had had the desired effect, had brought Sano back, that had only changed the shape of his worry. And Tokio was picking up on it.

Was this, she queried, one of those behaviors pack animals like humans engaged in? Had Hajime hurt Sano in order to establish dominance, and now he worried that he hadn’t gotten his point across thoroughly enough?

“Oh, I’m sure I made my point.” Then, in spite of his better judgment, he asked, “Why would you think I’d want to establish dominance?”

Tokio replied that it would be to make certain Sano knew whom he belonged to.

“And what makes you think he belongs to me?”

She stretched out so that the markings on her back seemed to ripple along her long body, which was her equivalent of a shrug. She’d never seen him this invested in another human before, so she’d just assumed that Hajime wanted to keep Sano as his mate. Humans sometimes kept mates of the same sex, she added wisely as she began walking out of the room. She personally didn’t see the attraction, but neither did she understand cars or bathtubs or why she and Misao were supposed to stay off the kitchen counters; Hajime undoubtedly knew all about human things like that. Then she added that it smelled bad in here, and was gone.

Hajime gave a soft, bitter laugh. So now even his familiar’s thoughts pointed that direction, did they?

He lit another cigarette.

He wasn’t blind to what Sano wanted. How could he be? Little as he’d ever been interested in anything of the sort, he wasn’t unaware of its existence or its importance in the lives of others. And Sano hadn’t exactly been discreet. His interest had developed rapidly — for all the hours they’d spent together, it had still been only a single week — but Sano himself had admitted that he made fast decisions, and Hajime supposed there had been wilder and hastier ones.

This would all be much simpler if Hajime could claim he didn’t like Sano, as that would neatly solve this little problem. But he did, in fact, like Sano. It was odd… he didn’t like many people… but he liked Sano, enough that he didn’t think he could bring himself to lie about it.

He liked the way Sano seemed to live so intensely and yet so lazily, somehow, at the same time. He liked Sano’s sense of humor. He liked that, aimless as Sano often appeared, still he had standards he passionately adhered to. He even liked the way Sano grumbled so much despite simultaneously seeming pretty happy with his life.

And perhaps some of this had been brought to Hajime’s attention only by the sight of Sano’s blood on his hands.

Insulting Sano, annoying Sano, even thinking badly of some of Sano’s life choices… that was one thing. But today’s experience had proven to Hajime that the idea of losing Sano was uncomfortable and agitating enough to be called, perhaps, painful.

But wasn’t he, in thinking thus, trying to hold onto something he’d never actually had? Maybe Tokio was right, and he was trying to establish ownership. Because though their relationship wasn’t exactly professional, they weren’t exactly friends either.

At some point during these thoughts, Hajime had finished his second cigarette and drifted yet again to his bedroom door. The room’s interior was dim, but still he could make out certain aspects of Sano’s face, and the faint light from the hallway on the curve of shoulders — one bare, one bulked up by white bandage — just above the blanket. Misao was visible as a perfect black circle at the young man’s side.

Friendship, though a rarity in Hajime’s life, was nothing distasteful. Friendship with Sano, he thought, was even specifically desirable. He would like to get to know a Sano that wasn’t enraged all the time. He would like to see where Sano’s geological fixation went, how the skinflint father would take the news. He would like to gather more evidence for or against his theory about Sano’s magical talents. He would like to talk to Sano about… well, anything, really. He could easily envision a lot of time spent with Sano with little more to do than what he believed people generally called ‘hanging out.’ He just… wanted Sano around.

But Sano obviously wanted more than that. At this point, assuming he didn’t hate Hajime forever when he woke up and learned what had happened, Sano might even believe he was entitled to more than friendship. And though that was nonsense, still Hajime didn’t like the idea of disappointing him.

Of the type of relationship Sano probably had in mind, however… of the type of emotions that would prompt someone to form such a relationship, or at least would be expected to develop once they had… Hajime simply wasn’t sure he was capable. Even the more simplistic concept Tokio had suggested, that of seeking a mate — at least in the sexual sense — was something completely alien to him. And any sense less intimately involved than that, he was afraid Sano would not accept.

He didn’t want to hurt Sano, but, just as he had earlier today, he feared there was no other option.

“I have to say, it is nice to finally see what he looks like. I believe I never saw him during my life.”

Though the soft voice immediately to Hajime’s left and a little above him was unexpected, the exorcist thought he managed to hide his startlement fairly well as he turned to regard the ghost that had at some point appeared silently at his side. “You might not recognize him right now even if you had,” he replied; “he’s unusually dressed today. The bandages aren’t normal either. I think.” And as he said this, he took his first real look at Kenshin Himura.

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3 Replies to “Seeing Red 30”

  1. D’awwww, I love seeing Hajime so completely distracted by Sano.

    Hmmm….hmm, hmm, hmm. Hajime isn’t the one who hurt Sano, huh? I find it odd he didn’t bother to clarify that with his cats. It also gives Hajime a motive to want to check up on Sano beyond the fact that Sano is horizontal in his bed *damn* But I still enjoy seeing him fret, since he’s at least worried enough about the well being of Sano, if not (as) distracted (as I am) by “horizontal” and “bed.”

    Turning back to the window, stabbing the remainder of his cigarette into the ash tray on the sill,

    er, did we just read that Hajime didn’t like to smoke inside? Why would he have an ashtray on the window sill if he doesn’t smoke inside? I suppose he has to smoke somewhere and would presumably keep an ashtray for the occasional indulgence but…keep the ashtray on the windowsill? And have I got a PSA for Hajime: http://youtu.be/w8762zEOkSo

    Bllllahhhhrgh! But what did Hajime *do* to Sano? Run him through? Break a couple bones? Did Hajime actually *do* anything at all, or is Sano’s current state purely a result of having absorbed supermassive red shade? Pah!

    I feel bad for Hajime, interested in Sano but not ready, willing, and/or able to reciprocate beyond what’s already been established. Whiiiich makes the at-a-glance fangirl in me think “this would be prime stuff for Sano to run off with someone else, thereby forcing Hajime to realize that maybe his IS ready, willing, and/or capable of a relationship that might satisfy them both!” the whole second half of the chapter works to negate the feelings of squee engendered by the first half, not that it’s bad or anything (and it might make perfect sense to ACTUAL fans who know the series) but I felt I let myself get primed for a Turning Point for Hajime vis-a-vis Sano’s emotions. No such luck.

    I find it interesting that the ghost of kenshin couldn’t see out any more than our dynamic duo could see in. Er, was it explained why kenshin latched on to Sano in the first place? Or is that coming up next(ish)?

  2. OH GOSHHHHHHHH I LOVE ALL THE INTROSPECTION!!!!! *Keysmashes forever* !!!!!! Like in the source material, Saito is so detached and just content on his own. I absolutely adore that Sano is the one to make him think twice about that, even if it’s to conclude that he can’t or is unwilling to attempt an actual relationship. I respect that. It’s been clearer and clearer as this story progressed that Sano means something to Saito, but this was the satisfying shove to drive that point home. I love it!!! Tokio’s comments were utter gold. lol Also, just…Saito putting Sano in his bed and not being able to wander far from him is destroying me in the best way.

    And finally, finally, Kenshin is free! I was wondering if he just didn’t have the chance to catch up to Sano when they were at the Seido or if he actually had been present when all this was going on. But alas, here he is! Good news for everyone, hopefully, though I’m still concerned about my unconscious son there.

    1. :D!!! I’m so glad you like the introspection!! I can hardly get through a longer story without one or two of these reflecting-on-why-I-love-him scenes, because I just adore them. Of course for Saitou it’s a mixed bag, because he really is unwilling to attempt a relationship, so he’s all torn. But that’s all part of the drama and shit :D

      And, yes, Kenshin is freeeeee!! Expect some elucidating conversation to come!

      Thanks again for reading, and for all your lovely comments!!

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