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[MGW] 83. Today

It was all he could concentrate on, truly. Just today, just this breath, just this moment.

If he thought about the past, he could feel the coffin still, close around him. Reaching back he found the cold air on a rooftop, the shock in brown eyes, the fall, the crash, the smell and feel of blood and pain. Further, there were thirty years, the taste of betrayal as father followed in his son's footsteps. There was a reverse legacy there that shadowed his centuries, stretching out its arm to touch everything he tried to do.

If he thought of the future, he felt a tremor of fear run over him. There was too much history, too much darkness, too much they had to overcome. Betrayal, death, darkness, loss. They couldn't go back to those times when they just were together in the sun, in an unspoiled world, with Hiro's hero worship, and his struggling to be the man the boy saw when he looked at him. They could simulate it, perhaps, but they couldn't really go back. He wasn't Kensei anymore, and the things he'd done had changed the boy he knew when he was, in just a short time. He'd driven Hiro to do things that he could feel shattering that sweet, enthusiastic soul. If he looked too far in the future, followed the lines of the changes that could happen...it was the same shadow with no sense of how to change it.

So he concentrated on today. On now. On the rise and fall of Hiro's chest as he slept fitfully next to him. On getting through the day without lashing out, hurting him again. On staying, not walking out the door and away from the tangled mess they were together. On not taking the final step, for either of them.

It was all he could do, and if he let himself think about tomorrow at all, he only allowed it to be a prayer that it would go as well as today.

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"Our parents sound rather Machiavellian. I don't understand what any of them were thinking."

Hiro sighs again. "He had to have them because you had?" Is it the fate of Nakamura men to fall for women who are supposed to be Adam's?

"The Prince was required reading," Adam mutters with a scowl, fingers curling a bit against the window sill to press it into his palm. What they'd forgotten, of course, was that he'd been reading it far longer.

He shrugs a bit. "Likely. He didn't love either of them." Not like he had.

"I read it in college." He remembers several conversations in class about it - part of him agreed with it. What did that say about him?

"I guess I am too much a romantic. I have to have some feeling for the people I sleep with. Something other than taking someone who belongs to someone else." He looks sad. "I never intended to take Yaeko from you. I wish I had had more fortitude not to act on my feelings."

"And what did you think?" Adam asks, half curious.

He tenses against Hiro's arms, old wounds and newer ones mingling in a variety of ways. "Perhaps some things were never truly meant to be. It was a long time ago."

"I...could understand why one would feel that way, understand, especially in the arena of politics and war, why one would have to consider that kind of ruthlessness. I could be that ruthless, if I needed to, but I do not wish to be."

He feels Adam tense. "Yes, it was. And I will not bring it up again. Except to offer one last apology for my weakness."

"Sometimes it is for the best, to find that part of yourself," Adam murmurs, eyes far away again. "Only if you stay there for too long..."

There is rarely a way back.

He nods slightly at the apology, unable to say anything to it that won't come out harsher than he intends.

"...you find yourself swallowed by it. War will do that. It makes humans so entirely human and subhuman at the same time." War is not something he wants to involve himself in, but it may be unavoidable.

Hiro accepts the nod, knowing certain things still hurt. "Moonlight becomes you." It makes his pale skin silver.

"Not just war," Adam murmurs, again, a slight frown tugging his brows. Vengeance. Power games. Everything his life had been for so very long now.

He pulls back to the present enough to give Hiro a faint smile. "Does it?"

"No. Any arena where games are played."

Hiro smiles. "Your skin is so pale. The moonlight makes you look...ethereal."

"That's all arenas, carp," Adam says with a smile that has little humor in it.

He shakes it off, giving him a warmer smile, forcing it to his eyes. "Ethereal? I assure you, I am very much flesh and blood."

"Life is an arena?" His arena would be rather small.

"That is quite true, but the moon is making your skin an almost silver color. You look like someone from some elvish place."

"Yes," Adam says definitively.

His eyebrows go up at that, a bit more of a smile playing around his lips. "I don't think anyone's ever said that of me, though it's a very pretty notion."

"I suppose each of our arenas would contain weapons with which we're comfortable. I guess mine would be filled with video games." He's smiling at the thought of it.

"No one has ever seen that? Your skin remains as it has for all your life and no one has noticed how the moon makes it glow?"

Adam blushes at that, glancing down to look at his skin, to look at the glow of it and wonder, before shaking his head a bit.

"If anyone has seen it, they've never said it aloud."

"I can't imagine why not. It is a lovely sight." He leans his chin on Adam's shoulder. "Totemo utsukushi."

Very beautiful.

Adam smiles and shakes his head again. "Thank you, but perhaps you're a bit biased."

"And the rest of your lovers have been so objective?" Adam feels a smile caress his shoulderblades. "They didn't deserve you, if they can't see beauty."

Adam shrugs just a bit, lips curving some. "Perhaps they just were less fanciful."

"Mmm," Hiro sort of agrees. His lips ghost over the silver skin. Adam's in a strange mood tonight and he's not sure how to handle it.

Adam finally turns from the window in his arms, looking down at Hiro with an odd expression on his face. "It's late..."

"Are you tired? I have no desire to sleep right now." He knows Adam stays up a great deal. It must be frustrating to have to deal with people who have to sleep so often.

"No," he says quietly. "Or at least not sleepy. Tired is likely a relative term."

"Do you want a massage? I can do that." He really doesn't want to go back to sleep. He doesn't want to dream that dream again.

Adam's smile flashes for just a moment, a touch dark and sad, then gone. "If you'd like, I won't say 'no', but..." His mood was still dancing around the darker edges, restless, unsure of just what he was doing anymore.

Hiro stands and takes Adam's hand, leading him to the bed. He motions for Adam to lie down as he goes into the bathroom for some lotion.

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