#eternallives

   “  It’s  just  a  scratch.  Don’t  worry  about  it.  “

   But  despite  the  words,  Byakkomaru  kept  his  back  turned  towards  Shinya  so  his  master  couldn’t  see  the  wounds  on  his  chest  or  the  blood  beginning  to  trace  various  paths  down  his  chest.  It  was  far  worse  than  just  a  small  scratch,  but  he  didn’t  want  the  other  to  know  how  bad  it  really  was,  didn’t  want  Shinya  to  worry.  Even  if  Byakkomaru  would  return  if  the  wound  was  enough  to  temporarily  end  his  form  for  perhaps  a  few  hours  at  most,  he  wouldn’t  want  Shinya  to  experience  the  emptiness.  Shinya  had  never  been  alone  since  they’d  made  the  bond  all  those  years  ago,  he’d  become  PART  of  shinya  in  a  way,  part  of  the  soul.  A  constant  and  reliable  companion  that  knew  every  one  of  his  darkest  secrets  and  thoughts  and  loved  him  all  the  same.

   To  lose  that  ?  It  was  a  loneliness  and  isolation  unlike  anything  else  in  the  world.  Even  abandonment  by  friends  and  family  was  an  easier  burden  for  most  than  the  sudden  absence  of  their  demon.  Enemies,  Friends,  Lovers,  whatever  else,  there  was  nothing  like  the  bond  of  master  and  demon.

@whitetiger-byakkomaru and kind of @eternallives

     ❛ Eh — ❜ Cue a hand shoving its way into his hair. He doesn’t need this right now. Between the stepping on and smoochies…

      ❛ Go find some toast to keep your mouth occupied. I don’t want to hear this. ❜

No you’re not ��

Yuuri had just finished his free skate, feeling confidant that this time around he was finally going to beet Yuri to the gold. They had a bet going of sorts, but then again the two always got so competitive, despite the fact that they were dating. As soon as he was out of the kiss and cry, he headed to the locker room to get his skates off, so he could hurry and catch at least some of Yuri’s free skate.

He had managed to make it out just in time to catch the second half, deciding to just stand in one of the aisles afraid that if he turned away to find a seat that he would miss something. Then it happened.. Yurio went up for a jump, it seemed flawless like they always do.. but when he came back down, something went horribly wrong. The sickening sound of the other falling to the ice could be heard over the music playing on the speaker system, then came the screams.

Yuuri felt like he had been frozen in place, he couldn’t move. All he could do was stand there and watch as the medics rushed out to the ice, and eventually he was carried off. He stared at the spot on the ice where Yuri had fallen. He could hear a ringing in his ears, and the closing of his airways as it suddenly became so difficult to breathe. A panic attack.

Thankfully Viktor had found him just in time, got him out of the public eye and somewhere private. It felt like an eternity, he wanted to know where Yuri was, and whether or not he was okay, but Vitkor was trying to get him to focus on himself first, to calm down. Which honestly was just absurd in his opinion, How could he just calm down?! But eventually he did. He had tried to go see Yuri at the hospital, called him more times than he could count. Yet he got nothing.

He had gotten the news from Yakov, that Yuri had suffered a broken leg and ankle, the doctors unsure if he would ever be able to skate again. It had been a hard blow to deal with, but all the while all he could think about was Yuri, and how he had to be handling the news. More calls were made, so many long voicemails, babbling and panicking, occasionally pleading for the other to call him back.. or at the very least text him.

Eventually he had pried the number for Yuri’s grandfather out of Yakov, and he had to go through the awkward introductions over the phone. However his concern for his boyfriend managed to help him get over any social anxiety he might have about it. Eventually it got to the point where he was calling the elderly man every day just to check up on Yuri. It was the only think he could do since Yuri still wasn’t taking any of his calls.

His own competitions had long since been forgotten about. He had tried to continue to skate, trying to take Viktor’s advice that it would be a good distraction.. and that Yuri would eventually come around. But it didn’t feel right to skate while the other wasn’t there, to know that Yuri was suffering alone.. it had effected his score and so his skating season came to an abrupt end as well, which was fine by him.

It had been months at this point, and despite the fact that he hadn’t heard from his own boyfriend once in all this time.. he wasn’t angry at him. Sure he wanted to be, but all things considered.. knowing how the other thought? he couldn’t bring himself to hold a spark of rage. Instead he just found himself worrying all the more. Eventually Yuri’s grandfather told Yuuri that he just needed to come to Moscow, that Yuri needed to see him.

Yuuri had been unsure at first, but he eventually agreed and booked a flight. Thankfully he already had a Visa since his home rink had been moved to Saint Petersburg to make it easier for Viktor to continue to be his coach. When he got there, he thanked Yuri’s grandfather for putting up with his calls and he was pointed in the direction of Yuri’s room and told that the older man would be leaving to run some errands. 

He found himself standing outside that door for longer than he cared to admit, almost afraid to just knock on the door and go inside. He was sure that Yuri was going to be mad at him for just showing up unannounced, but he had been so damn worried.. and so was Yuri’s grandfather. Eventually he took a deep breath, knocking before letting himself in. However nothing could mentally prepare him for the sight of the other sitting in a wheelchair at his desk. 

There was a pang to his heart as he just stood there for a long moment, trying to find words that wouldn’t come. He stood there holding a get well gift of sorts, something silly really now that he thought about it. Yuuri eventually got himself to move closer, closing the gap between them. Once he was close enough, he placed the lion jacket he had bought for him down on the desk in front of Yurio. 

If anyone had ever asked Tamaki if he believed in soulmates, he would have answered yes in a heartbeat. Even before the phantom pain started, he knew that somewhere out in the world was his soulmate and that one day he hoped to find them. Tamaki could still remember the first time he took active notice to a pain that was not actually his own but rather that of his soulmate’s. At first it was something that could easily be ignored, finding himself focusing on the host club or his studies. 

As time went on the pain only got worse, and though he could manage the pain due to a high pain tolerance.. he found himself worried. Not for himself, but rather this person who he had never met. He wondered what the cause of the pain was, what the other could be doing that they continued to cause harm to their own body. There were times that Tamaki would occasionally get lost in his thoughts, wondering about who this person was, and what they could possibly be like. 

Tamaki didn’t get his answer until by chance he had decided to go to a swim tournament to support a friend who so happened to be on the Ouran Swim Team. The pain started in the morning, and it was down right unbearable, but he tried to stick it out, clutching his shoulder as he sat in the stands. The relay medleys were just getting ready to start when he was about to call it quits and go home to get some rest.. when he spotted him. 

A tall swimmer with the Samazuka academy, his shoulder was clearly injured.. the exact same shoulder that Tamaki was feeling his phantom pains from. He tried to tell himself that it might be a coincidence.. but there was no denying the fact when his shoulder hurt all the more as the man began his turn swimming in the water. That was his soulmate down there.. a swimmer with an injured shoulder. 

Within seconds he is turning to Kyouya and having him find out literally everything about the man, because Tamaki just needs to know. It wasn’t long after that he had all the information he needed, and by the next day, long after the races were over did he find himself searching for Sousuke Yamazaki. When he finally did, it wasn’t all that much of a surprise to discover the man appeared to be working on what looked like physical therapy. 

At first Tamaki just stood there.. watching as the other went through what appeared to be a normal therapy routine for an injured shoulder. He found himself memorizing everything about the man as he attempted to ignore the throbbing pain in his own shoulder. Sousuke was so tall and down right beautiful, and at first he was a bit.. scared to approach the other but the pain became too much for even him to handle. 

Tamaki made his way over, clutching his shoulder trying to figure out what he was going to even say to the man. Though the moment he was close enough, he carefully lifted his free hand to touch the other’s arm hoping to grab his attention.