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mtxref_ficAuthor's Note: Written for "Fic_promptly"'s Author's choice, author's choice, fucked up pairing. Unrequited Satomi/Muraki.
Hideaki Satomi had been seeing his former mentor Yukitaka Muraki's grandson off and on since the boy was in his teens and the youth matriculated into Shion University's affiliated high school at age sixteen. The boy was the image of his mother, the strange beauty with the eyes like ice and the hair like moonlight on white silk, the woman who had appeared so suddenly into the life of his former classmate, Michitaka Muraki, his mentor's son. The young man hadn't deserved the beautiful woman: he was a talentless hack whose success rested on his father's name. She had smiled on him once, and it was as if the moon had chosen to look kindly on a rat.
And then her son had turned up, Kazutaka, a boy as lovely as she, as pale and delicate as a snowflake, as fragile as the hyoid bone in the throat. He had Michitaka's face, but Yukiko's pale skin and hair and her eyes that seemed to look into the soul, hungering, for love or life.
He had wanted to fall at the young man's feet and beg him for a kiss, just a kiss, but he did not dare. Naritaka would have seen that he lost his tenure at Shion University.
And then the youth had vanished from his life, only to return four years later, a gangly nineteen year old getting his feet under him in medical school. Yukitaka had named him in his will as Kazutaka's guardian and he'd given him strict orders to keep an eye on the youngster: the youth was showing signs that he was fascinated with the sterner sex as well with the fair sex. Part of him felt relieved, since he felt less guilty, but he knew that Yukitaka's ghost would likely come and haunt him if he laid a hand on his grandson. To say nothing of losing what was left of his tenure.
It was a mess, a total fuck-up: in the Tokugawa era, a mentor being enamored of his own student would not have been blinked at, but this was another age, a stricter time.
Hideaki Satomi had been seeing his former mentor Yukitaka Muraki's grandson off and on since the boy was in his teens and the youth matriculated into Shion University's affiliated high school at age sixteen. The boy was the image of his mother, the strange beauty with the eyes like ice and the hair like moonlight on white silk, the woman who had appeared so suddenly into the life of his former classmate, Michitaka Muraki, his mentor's son. The young man hadn't deserved the beautiful woman: he was a talentless hack whose success rested on his father's name. She had smiled on him once, and it was as if the moon had chosen to look kindly on a rat.
And then her son had turned up, Kazutaka, a boy as lovely as she, as pale and delicate as a snowflake, as fragile as the hyoid bone in the throat. He had Michitaka's face, but Yukiko's pale skin and hair and her eyes that seemed to look into the soul, hungering, for love or life.
He had wanted to fall at the young man's feet and beg him for a kiss, just a kiss, but he did not dare. Naritaka would have seen that he lost his tenure at Shion University.
And then the youth had vanished from his life, only to return four years later, a gangly nineteen year old getting his feet under him in medical school. Yukitaka had named him in his will as Kazutaka's guardian and he'd given him strict orders to keep an eye on the youngster: the youth was showing signs that he was fascinated with the sterner sex as well with the fair sex. Part of him felt relieved, since he felt less guilty, but he knew that Yukitaka's ghost would likely come and haunt him if he laid a hand on his grandson. To say nothing of losing what was left of his tenure.
It was a mess, a total fuck-up: in the Tokugawa era, a mentor being enamored of his own student would not have been blinked at, but this was another age, a stricter time.
