eridanus

OH HELLO IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!!! THANK YOUUU and im very honoured by the question because it means you care enough about the characters to wish a happy ending for them

BUT anon let me hold your hand when i say this; they were never meant to be together forever

// spoiler for a sequel that doesn't exist and explanation for pre(dator)y

let the night blanket us

the original drabble: the prey and the predator

People say it's bad luck if you ever meet your own doppelganger. So when Chan passes by someone (or something) that feels eerily like staring at himself in the mirror, he feels a shiver run down his spine. It certainly does not help that the other person/thing is staring back at him. It's one white eye burning a hole into his skull.

And it is bad luck. Really bad luck.

Because Chan can't find any other way to describe what sort of fortune has brought him to his knees on the dingy carpeted floor of a motel room, acting not like himself on a thing that looks a lot like himself.

When the creature forces him to lie face down onto the bed, one hand creeping underneath him and clawing its way up his chest to his chin to lift his face, he feels the pulse of his heartbeat in his throat, thrumming against the creature's sharp claws.

"Look up." The creature does not say, but Chan hears it clear as day in his mind. He clenches his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering, and opens his eyes.

He's expected to see the murderous odd eyes staring into his soul, or his fangs inches away from making permanent marks on his skin for a more permanent result, or simply that creature looking wickedly at him like he's a prey completely under the mercy of his predator.

But he must've missed it when he was first dragged into this room. Didn't have the time to check his bearing before he was brought to his knees or into the bed.

He didn't see the mirror.

But now he does. Now he's staring at the reflection of himself, face decorated with tear streaks, spit and blood. The creature does not appear in the mirror. But Chan can feel the full weight of him on his back, under his skin. If he tilts his head back he can see the creature drooling at the sight of his open mouth.

What he really wants to do is close his eyes. But whenever his eyelids fall too heavy, he feels sharp fangs burying themselves into his shoulder. The closer he gets to fully getting rid of the image of himself being ruined, the worse the pain gets. It's a warning.

So he keeps them open through gritted teeth, through heavy breathing, through bleeding. Watches himself lose it as if there is no other audience but him. As if he's doing all this to himself.

Like he enjoys it. Enjoys the feeling of watching and of being watched. Enjoys the feeling of being the prey succumbing to an identical predator.

title: halfway point

He wanted to get closer, perhaps even offer an awkward hug. They’d been doing that a lot since last night. But considering that he only had a towel on, he thought it was a bit inappropriate. “Um, can I get some spare clothes?”

That seemed to snap Shirahama out of his trance and he absentmindedly shrugged off the shirt from his shoulder and handed it to him. He took it without a word, still trying to gauge what he was thinking about while putting it on. It was slightly damp, but he didn’t complain.

He did worry for one second that Shirahama was going to give him the pants that he was wearing next, but thankfully he simply walked to his clean pile and threw him a pair of sweatpants instead.

Blinking twice, Shirahama finally seemed aware of his surroundings again, looking back and forth between his bare torso and Kayashima’s now clothed one. “Why did I do that?”