Original Story.
Warnings: None (this is not really warnings seriously)
Characters: Pantera / Iori
Summary: Pantera seeking an alternative way of giving a Christmas gift while Iori helps to tell a secret will cause much pain.
CHRISTMAS
Note: Pantera's house in New York was his property and brought her part of things no longer wanted at home in Paris, because she made package, but did not want to stop there .
definitely winter crude oil was in the cards. White and icy all over New York, even in the small shelter began to feel any kind of cold.
- going to leave, he asked the boy carelessly her green eyes staring at him semifelinos placed the thick coat.
- The stove ... need gas, he said after his black glasses. He picked up his gloves and settled well before leaving the flaps in silence.
Iori took to look briefly looked like the street and shrugged, suddenly he realized that he had left it alone for the first time, but what could earn him?, Did sense that it's taking advantage of its absence and leave? Illogical. Die out, and maybe ... was no longer so eager to die. He surely knew, so there was nothing to prevent him from leaving as they please at home. Suddenly, could serve as Iori discovered that you were gone: It was free! Free to enter his room, shuffling his drawers, pockets, reading his letters or what have inside to steal their secrets. Secrets. The only thing worth stealing from the house.
As supposed the room was locked, but Iori had lived on the street and street enough for that to be a problem easily opened with a wire that carried over, came in and stood in silence in the middle of the room.
What if while I'm here again?, He thought, but he himself was dismissed. "Am I not a poor picked? As if he did not imagine to what abides with me! Is not this what you guys like I would in my place? Then, the suspect would find me sitting with arms folded across the room! "
Quieter, began by giving an overview of the piece. A small library with a large desk, a lamp and loose paper on it. There were no frills, nothing to indicate at first glance like for anything in particular. On the floor were two or three small boxes completely closed and in the corner where almost no light was entering his bed next to it had a wall unit that was used as a closet safe. Started there.
had more clothes than I expected. Hanging from the rack he used to see fantastic: simple and elegant, but in the drawers had someone else's clothes. Of a person dressed in colors rather than black and white, perhaps younger, perhaps more cheerful. A person who was not afraid the jeans, jerseys or leather jackets, wearing reading glasses and when he did, let the world look in his eyes. These were the things that Iori was concluded as finding clues in the drawers. And who was that? No more replies here.
looked at the books. There was some history, geography, philosophy and psychology, but Iori almost missed it because that meant nothing, except that Pantera had a library rather boring. That is clear from the assessment of a boy who never finished passing the seventh grade. What I was interested is that the bulk of the medical books were, he knew by pictures of the covers. It was unusual for someone to buy medical books just because you like or general culture. He took one and glanced but did not understand anything. It was not in English, but had written notes in the margins and paragraphs underlined and in school books. I check several more, as well. "A medical student," "The boy put on his jeans glass lenses to study these books." What else?
He opened one of the boxes from the floor: old books, filled. These were different. You could tell they were novels, poems. Neither were in English, or in the language of medical books were, had seemed to be French. He found one with a dedication to fine print that still had a faint perfume from its leaves. Something told him that these books should have some sentimental value.
In the other box, papers. European passports from several countries on behalf of several people. A certificate of study in French on behalf of someone who preferred to retain moisture in anonymity. A title to something that was in Rome, Italy. Iori eventually discover that they looked older papers were in fact Italian. "The medical student was born in Rome, apparently, and studied in France", "And I know your name, but has so many I can not be sure ... What is your name really, Pantera?
continued pulling things out of the box, looked memories: A Bible golden cap, a lace handkerchief that smelled like the autographed book, a pen tucked raptor cap with a bullet in a piece of paper, a leather wallet in which there was a qualified bending test and back to the word "Merci", looked at the name of the test: Jacques Le Mans the year: 1984.Lo store again everything. Only lacked the desk drawer and the key was. Opened. Had an agenda, but it was unreadable, no, was crossed out. Inertia shook and fell a role: "Giovanni 11/04/1985. Iori frowned and put the paper. Then he called his attention to a red velvet box, took it and opened it carefully. It was a pair of earrings of ivory tusks shaped gold pin. They were beautiful, and certainly new. The box was immaculate and the glittering gold. "Jewels for whom? Maybe a girlfriend? They were not in the boxes with old things, but on the desktop, for someone who was still with him. Anyone waiting for him in Paris at the end of winter? He left the earrings in the box on the desk.
was something else in the box: a picture frame. He lifted and a female face, sweet and beautiful smiled from a photograph. A woman with long, lank black hair, straight nose and charming smile. Iori portrait turned the momentum and found a dedication the back : "Per qualche volta is my separate da te, ricordami semper. Gabriela ". Iori's eyes were still riveted on the back of this woman when he heard Pantera before him.
- a search?
Iori reacted hastily saving the picture and closing the drawer of blow.
- Nothing special.
Pantera noticed the velvet box was left on the desk.
- But it got your attention, right?
- Uhm ... Iori said, shrugging his shoulders and pretending to be oblivious.
- could not remember who still have these things saved. Not even worth having them here.
- And you'll do?, Iori asked not contain his curiosity.
- Toss. I'm not useless.
- throw "?! Is he mad?! Must be expensive!
- do, and tasaste? You see you were thinking as you would for them, right?
- No!. But at first glance looks are fine.
- For fine or not belong to me and if I throw my problem.
- is right, it is your problem. A very common problem indeed.
- do you mean?
- Nothing. (Throw away things that do not serve the world and burst, then), he whispered through clenched teeth.
listened and smiled maliciously. He took the earrings out of the box and held in his hand. Iori made them look. And he liked them when he first saw, but now I really want them. He loved just because this idiot was going to throw on purpose to not give them. His eyes shone. Pantera could hardly contain his laughter.
- ... Or is it perhaps that you want?. The want, right?. Why not you ask me?.
Iori frowned and could not help bending the shoulders like a cat bristling with every muscle tense with anger. That bastard was not going to ask him anything. Not going to humiliate that way.
- What nonsense! Where did he get that idea?. He stood up without leaving even a moment his eyes haughty and started to leave. Pantera let him move but he was about to pass the doorway spoke.
- ... pride not only of the poor live.
Iori turned violently on itself. Pantera played with the slopes between the fingers.
- not bother me!. Goodbye. He crossed the threshold but returned to listen again.
- course. It is not even proud, just stubbornness. We do the hard but not really fight for what you want.
- ... You know what ... he muttered Iori, whose anger was instantly diluted facial to turn pale.
- Why do you think that all will be denied in advance? Why do you think do not deserve anything?
- NOTHING YOU DO NOT KNOW ME! OH NO, OK!, Iori replied unable to hold back a tear. She was cleared of a slap. Now he wanted to flee.
- I know something. When you're unconscious, delirious, you know?
Iori stopped his breath for a second to hear it and his eyes fell upon him with surprise and then fear. "How much do you know? What did you hear ?"...
- I'm realizing that you break easily, Iori. How little worth. Will you give the reason?
- Who?
- You know who.
- Leave me alone!
- If you can not even get a simple thing, said pulling the remaining air and returning to take in hand ; .... then you can expect from the rest. What to expect if it bothers you so much to ask, then you play them. Take it away and they are yours. Or for that you give up?
Iori rushed him to accept the challenge. Pantera could hardly avoid it. There was meant to be as fast or as strong, but now there was no going back.
- If I remove them it is over, you know!, Warned in an attempt to remind him that he had not planned a duel to the death.
Iori looked at him and smiled. A smile mixture of sensuality and malice, that made him feel superior. "Now is he who fears. " Pantera was distracted, how beautiful it looked when he smiled like that. I could not believe that a sly gesture in the face could be so fascinating ... and overwhelming.
- Me makes it easy!, Iori shouted suddenly bringing it to reality . This time he almost does, Pantera leapt back and almost slip into fall, but was rebuilt immediately.
- Not as much as you think!. Come again, I hope.
Then the struggle began in earnest, with a few furniture and inadvertent victims. A strange fight with a stranger guise, where the victim who was attacked. Punching the air and shattered windows, looks of anger and curses through his teeth ... then they were no longer breath. But that was long lasting and Pantera had to drive harder or Iori would give up soon sending him to hell.
- is impressive to see that you put endeavor to answer an insult. Is the only way?, Pantera began to say, avoiding another try.
- not do it myself for that. Iori said almost without realizing it, too focused on ending the game early.
- Good!, That's fine. It would be stupid on your part. I love that there is something behind, finish removing.
- WHY DO THIS?!
- Why do I do?, Why not !?... Who is all this anger?. Who is all the hatred of your eyes, Iori? Who hurt you?! GO, SAY IT! Cursing ...¡¿ who were going to die the day I found you!?
- ...¡¡ TO MY MOTHER! .. my mother ... Iori said, shrugging his arms to hide his face. Mourn. Rarely allowed himself mourn. I did not want to be weak, should not be weak. Pantera gave the final blow.
- Show your MOTHER THEN YOU CAN GET WHAT YOU WANT, THAT THE WORLD IS YOURS IF YOU WISH!, Show that I wasted my time to save someone who is worthless!
Iori hands clenched claws and became the spirit of a demon lodged in your eyes, greener than ever gritted teeth dripping with hate, silver hair on his forehead beaded with sweat. It did not last more than a second. The tension broke and attacked immediately with a cry of rage that sounded like that of a wounded beast.
It was a single blow, a scratch rather, at the height of the cheek. Pantera is not entirely avoided and Iori's hand collided with his dark glasses, which fell to the ground. Pantera stood still with eyes closed, mentally accepting that he had been exposed. Being thus felt a drop of blood trickling down his cheek.
He opened his eyes.
- finished the game. Reset.
Iori did not listen. Suddenly I felt a strange peace. A peace brilliant, beautiful, seductive and golden, like the newly discovered pair of eyes. Pantera did not want it to last longer, it seemed dangerous. He lifted his glasses and put them on. Iori back to reality and began to wipe the tears slowly. Suddenly no longer ashamed to have wept in front of that type, or have confessed to him the greatest sorrow of his life. He agreed with Pantera, the victory was theirs. Smiled with satisfaction and moved away.
- Hey! I do not remove them, but they're yours, you earned them. He said pulling the earrings in hand like anything. Iori received them with wonder, for a moment he had forgotten what had started the little game.
- Er .... thanks ...
- bandages are prohibited. They're your trophy.
- I can not sell?!, Iori responded, annoyed. Well, that expected to do with them?!
Pantera came and picked him their hands earrings. She stared at him and before he could react Iori ears pierced with pins and turned them down securely.
- you fit, he said, smiling. He adjusted his glasses and disappeared behind the door of his room.
Iori long seconds remained motionless and surprised until finally kicking him react to Panther's door while yelling curses all knew. (Countless)
Inside Panther calmly served a glass of whiskey and offered to the health of the woman in the portrait.
- surely not bothers you that may have been given to him, right? Seriously you are right. Saw it all I had to do, or if they had been given in my hands I would have pulled over his face. It's fascinating, mom, a fascinating guy. It would not have found anyone better to whom you give your gift. And today was a good day, right? You used to celebrate this date. He said glancing at his watch. The 0:05. "Merry Christmas, Mom."
Outdoor, Iori screaming so much that was hopeless to wish anything.
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