Memento Mori (MikaYuu)

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Just two weeks. It took just two weeks for an obsession to grow.

It took one bullet and a kiss for the addiction to grow.

And it took one cry for the possession.

Mika was in a deep, roaring mental hell.

Yuu crying was his equivalent to anger and sadness.

Yuu's agony was his violence.

Yuu's affection was his oblivion and addiction.

That was the worst one. It also fed his possession and a craving like nicotine to please his senses, but he was unaware if that's what he truly craved.

Yuu is a boy. I'm a boy. That part is unseeable but his kisses aren't... His voice isn't. His presence isn't. His touch isn't. His... Existence - his being... That's what I'm infatuated with... I think. Or am I infatuated or just addicted?

His mind interrogated him, resulting in a heavy sigh before he flipped through his compartment. His bottle was nearly empty, but he savored two pills to down before he grew mad.

Yuu watched, taking another bite out of his bagel. "Are you okay?"

Mika nodded, slamming the compartment closed again. He leaned over, buckling Yuu up in his passenger's. Before he pulled away fully - through a three second contemplation - he pressed a kiss to Yuu's cheek. He closed his eyes, translating the sensation from his lips to his mind.

Yeah... Wow, that's addicting...

Yuu giggled, shying away slightly.

His giggle...

Mika sat back in his seat, buckling himself in. He chewed his lower lip, finally turning the keys and starting up his truck.

"Stay away from Saint... Okay? ...Otherwise I might not be able to hear you laugh anymore like that..."

Yuu's expression softened, chubby cheeks burning pink. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his body rushing with warmth.

"Okay." He whispered.

~

Undoubtedly Yuu came across those gray eyes again. Four times, in fact. Every time they frightened him. They just kept staring.

And staring.

It wasn't just a creepy stare either; it was a hybrid of depression and vengeance. A sorrowful hate. Bitterness. Almost as if to ask why? He had reddish linings under his eyes.

He avoided the discomforted gaze as much as he could. He could still see him in the back of his mind...

He spoke to him through his eyes...

~

Yuu finally was able to rejoice with the librarian once more, splaying out the details of the past events as some cinematic story of gruesome glory, wild gesticulations and often tears... But a tasteful reunion it was, right during lunch time just like before while they shared a sliced hoagie.

Nothing was more serene than those burning incenses, his scented lotions, lemon table cleaner, and cinnamon everywhere possible. Crisp apples in a basket and metaphors hung on the wall - it was a hippie heaven.

Yuu was even given a cinnamon scented medallion for his cast.

Yuu considered him his grandpa.

The room shook somewhere in between, the lights flickering in a brief call of danger. It ended as short as it started, causing Yuu to stare out of the large windows of the room in worry.