Author: Chauni
RP Session: Kazu
Scene: A what-if
sort of scene, with Kazu and Gremory going on a permanent vacation.
Postcard Greetings
“Can we stop here?” Kazu
eyed the signs declaring an upcoming exit, a little detour on their trip of
importance to no one but themselves, an excursion to nowhere and all the
mysteries it held in shielded hands. He had forgotten how long they had been
traveling since the day the escape had occurred; days and hours had ceased to
matter some undetermined time ago, as soon as when they were away from Tokyo
and the restraints it held, away from the looming shadow that had caressed
their destines for so long. Everything was a blur, a new day once the sunlight
crept over the horizons, a multitude of them, too many to remember the
differences, those subtle nuances that had made them different thus far.
The slim fingers tucked his
midnight strands behind one ear just to have them slip free again a heartbeat
later. The negative points of driving in a convertible, he supposed, but it was
a small mute point, really, nothing he could alter or change, not even if had
he wanted to. After all, it really was a beautiful car, perfect for a reckless
lifestyle with random tendencies and no needs, no wants, other than what they
carried with them, than the passengers in the seats. Arms raised, grabbing at a
sun that was far too high to touch, too far away to burn, Kazu yawned, before
dropping them back into his lap. He turned his face to look at his companion,
using his best impression of a young pup, complete with oversized pleading
eyes. “Please?”
The road smoothed to a blessed
straight line, nothing but emerald expanse embracing each side, devoid of all
color but that one. Gremory turned his gaze, face impassive, but even beneath
the customary sunglasses that the other seemed to wear so frequently during the
daylight, Kazu could feel the weight of the sable eyes, the way they caressed
his face finer than any hand ever hand. That ashen hair whipped around as much
as his did, caught and teased by insatiable invisible fingers, and Kazu
realized that the Guide was the epitome of any good car commercial at this
moment. It eased the puppy eyes and forced the expression into an easy smile,
one that claimed his painted lips like water, complete and drowning.
Between them, the radio called
out lyrics that settled for seconds before the rushing wind tore them from
factory-installed speakers. The voice ranged up and down and all words were in
English, which always made Kazu purr like the feline several people referred to
him as. “You're everything that I want and ask for. You're all that I'd
dreamed. Who wouldn't be the one you love? Who wouldn't stand inside your love?”
It had taken Kazu some time to understand all of the words, to decipher terms
he had a slim grasp on, but when he had, he had looked at Gremory, the pale
oceans of his eyes shimmering under the sunlight, and had whispered, “This
reminds me of us.” And the other hadn’t argued, which had pleased him more than
anything.
Gremory didn’t answer about the
requested stop, but it wasn’t necessary that he did anyway, really. Kazu knew
as well as anything that the Guide would pull off if he asked him nicely, and
they both were in a desperate need to stretch their cramped legs. It had been
hours since the last time they had stood up, walked, and although the seats
reclined enough for Kazu to lay back and throw his shoes up on the dashboard,
Gremory couldn’t enjoy the same luxuries while driving. Kazu grew to not envy
him one bit.
Miles counted down until the car
veered onto the exit ramp, the speeding dropping enough to be able to rake his
fingers through his disheveled obsidian locks and put them back into some
semblance of order. He realized he probably looked horrible, road kissed and
travel worn, but as his eyes fell onto the Guide’s profile, he couldn’t help
but feel the smile licking impatiently at his palmers again. In all this time,
on all the mornings he had woken up in the backseat of the car, looped in warm
eyes and even kinder arms, Gremory had never spoken a single word of disgust on
those dawn-stroked mornings, never once looked at him strangely because his
makeup was smeared or his hair mussed.
And though Kazu looked good now, he wanted a shower. Maybe they could
stop off at a hotel for the night, borrow a bath and sleep in a bed.
But that wasn’t why he had
wanted to stop off this time, he mentally noted, and he reminded himself by
reaching across and tugging on the arm of Gremory’s shirt. He pointed at a gas
station, then relaxed back into the depths of the leather seat as they pulled
in. The seductive scent of exhaust teased his senses, and the second the car
was switched off, he opened the door and slid out, making a beeline towards the
little convenience store inside.
Perusing the isles, he grabbed
himself a chilled bottle of water from a tall wall refrigerator, then headed
back to the counter. One sculpted eyebrow raised as he saw the Guide already
there, paying for the gasoline, Kazu’s bottle of water, and…a pre-postage
postcard?
“Do you have a pen?” the Guide
inquired, the smirk as much on his lips as in the midnight eyes behind the
glasses. Gremory was met with a curious nod and the prize he was searching for
being offered from one manicured hand. Immediately, he set to work scribbling
along the back of the card as he leaned against the counter he had purchased it
at, that teasing little look never fading away.
Curiosity getting the better of
him, Kazu stepped up on tip toes and peered over one narrow shoulder, a feat he
wouldn’t have been able to accomplish if the Guide had been standing straight
up. The lashes, long and lightly coated with mascara, pulled open wide as a
giggle burs through his lips, reading what was printed so lovingly across the
back.
“Hey Kemuel! Hope you guys
are having fun killing each other! Much love, Grem + Kazu”
Kazu watched as he added the
Guide’s Manor as the address, then dropped it in the mailbox on the way out. He
caught up to the ashen Guide, heels of his boots clicking against the ground as
one small hand grasped one slim wrist and ceased his movements enough to snake
around to his front and press painted lips over the other’s. Fingertips, nails
done in the perfect cream colors, teased the bottom of gray hair as he leaned
back against the car, tugging Gremory against him tightly.
The road was whispering to them,
but Kazu mentally told it to shut the hell up. They had all the time that God
could ever create, and that drive to nowhere was going to be around five
minutes from now, too. A little time out hurt no one, right?