Pairings: JxIno, hint of SugizoxRyuichi
Rating: PG-15, yes no sex here!
Summary: J has a crush on one of his co-workers in the Flower Shop…
Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
PS: this story is based on the outline of an original fiction about female vampires and their prey(link), I never write that story down, but the plot reflects upon my thoughts on love relationship, so I wrote it down as a fanfic instead. XD
Dedication: cachocy_cacheek and ketsuruiliket_s
When he slowly came down from the high Inoran thought he had just woke up from some kind of a dream, a dream that had left him with a sweet after taste, a nearly sickening kind of rotten sweetness.
Right at the moment, his mind seemed to be clouded heavily under by a reddish great fog, he couldn’t recall what he had seen in his dream even though he had a vague feeling that he shouldn’t forget about the dream, but right now it was difficult to think when everything around him felt so warm at the moment, like he had somehow sank into the depth of tropical sea. It felt so incredibly sleepy and comfortable all at once; he barely ever wanted to open his eyes again.
At first he couldn’t quite understand why he was feeling this way. Such feeling of comfort was not familiar with him, it was rare for him to feel like this; usually the feelings of coldness and loneliness was the only thing to welcome him back to wakefulness whenever he woke from his unsteady night of sleep.
But this time something was different, he was sleeping on his side; head comfortably leaned against something tender and warm, made him feel secured; a small smile graced his lips slowly in his light sleep, how he wanted this kind of happiness could last even though he would have doubted the possibility of it if he were in his right mind. Ino wanted this feeling of security and satisfaction to last.
Even though something seemed to be amiss even in his dreams.
Why would there be a disturbing familiar, wet copper taste lingering in his mouth, under the tip of his tongue?
The realization shocked Ino into complete wakefulness immediately, he shook up from where he had been lying at, with his palms pressing against the carpeted floor as his support, a gasp tossed from his throat and his eyes snapped open as widely as they could.
Only to find J lying motionless on the floor beneath him, he had long lost his consciousness; his skin wax pale, half dried bloodstains tainted the other man’s skin and his half ruined clothes. Ino couldn’t tear his eyes away from the messy wound at the side of J’s neck.
He didn’t need to look down at himself to know that his face, his clothes were just as equally tainted with blood. He could already feel the thin layer of dried blood caking at the corner of his lips, down his chin, between his fingers, the hideous evidence of what he had done out of madness and bloodlust.
Ino’s breath caught immediately in his throat after a pause he mange to swallow with great uneasiness, still not ready to face the circumstance of his action.
He tried to call out to the other man in a weak voice, a hand reached out to touch upon the cheek of the unconscious one with trembling, bloodstained fingers. “…J-san…?”
The other man remained motionless, oblivious to the brown head’s plea.
Shivering, Ino’s hand moved to the side of J’s neck—the uninjured side, tips of his fingers pressed there firmly, desperately trying to feel the other’s pulse.
Please…….fearing the worst he silently pleaded for J to react, to show ever the tiniest sign that he was still alive.
Carefully he felt the older man’s skin for any trace of pulse, but he found……nothing.
Suddenly the image of J before his eyes turned watery and fading, then he realized tear was welling up, blurring his view. Soon he was crying freely, something he had not done for an immeasurable length of time, but the sorrow and guilt he had felt right now was overwhelming. If anything happened to J how would he be able to face himself ever again?
Then his fingers brushed upon a spot where he managed to feel the slightest pulsing underneath the thin layer of flesh. For a second Inoran could barely believe this but then came another pulse, it was slow and alarmingly weak but it was definitely there.
A strangled sob escaped from Ino’s throat, he fell down across the taller man’s chest as if strength had abandoned him suddenly, teardrops wetted the fabric of clothes beneath him as he laid there tangling with his victim at the moment, his chest heaving with every sob of relief and sadness.
But Ino knew he couldn’t lay there crying like a baby for long, soon enough he would have to gather his strength again and get help. Right now J was far from being safe yet. He would have to do whatever he might to save him.
I hope you enjoy this!!! The story is getting difficult to continue!T___T