Yo, A/Z saturday right? I kinda translated this into a narrative text if anyone would like to figure out what was happening in the book, because I see likes etc and actually really appreciate you sharing this to everyone. Some details may have escaped me so feel free to fix if anything’s wrong.
First Doujin: Zero Distance
Wh-what kind of trial is this?, Slaine thought under Inaho’s blatant stare. “Aren’t you a little too close?” he asked.
Inaho replied, “That’s because I only have an eye, thanks to you. If I want to see clearly, it has to be in this kind of distance.” (LMFAO)
Slaine couldn’t say anything.
Inaho Kaizuka randomly wants to look at me, he thought. I think it’s just a thing that came from a spur of moment at first, but hasn’t it been a kind of habit right now?
But this act has become even more abnormal.
“Lift your head,” Inaho told Slaine. “Such a pretty color. It looks like an ancient treasure’s glass marble.”
“Did you know about cracked marble?” Inaho asked. “It’s a glass marble with cracks inside. They reflect light. It looks very beautiful. If you make a slight mistake in the creation process, it will split in an instant. It’s a really delicate thing.”
Inaho whispered, “With countless scars on your white skin, looking at you remind me of it. Really, spitting image.”
Slaine twitched at those words, his breath hitched.
“Are you out of your mind?” he asked, but in his mind, he noticed something else altogether. His breath, it’s hot.
“Perhaps,” Inaho said. “I’m aware of that, myself. I knew from an examination report what kind of treatment you had.”
Slaine replied, “The grief and violation aside, I understand why those people did that.”
Inaho frowned. “Don’t say that.”
“If possible, I didn’t want to understand either.” Slaine smiled hollowly. “It’s your fault. It’s because you looked at me with such eyes.” He shifted his eyes away from Inaho and said, “I surely don’t have any right to choose. I’m the same as dead now. I no longer have purpose or anything as such.”
Inaho was still looking at Slaine.
“It’ll be good to just go along with the flow.”
“Fuh,” the sound of Inaho blowing breath to Slaine’s ear.
The latter jumped with a little shriek, resulting in heavy blush. Slaine covered his ear vehemently, glaring at Inaho. “Wh-“
Inaho seemed unfazed. “Weak ears, huh?”
“Wh- wh- what are you doing….??”
“That was an amazing reaction,” Inaho said, who instead smiled. It’s almost mocking. “You’re heavily blushing. Regretfully, there’s a restriction against touching you here. I’m pushing my limit just to look at you in the distance I did before.”
Slaine was rendered speechless.
“At least for now,” Inaho added.
“This is the true reason of my visit,” Inaho said, taking out a piece of paper. A document. “Your release has been decided. Before long, you’ll be out of here and live with me. Also, restrictions that you have now will be considerably cancelled. Exciting, isn’t it?”
Inaho told those to bewildered Slaine.
“In the other hand, I’m feeling a little regretful to part here. I actually like looking at you in this kind of place.”
(Was that a little blush on top of Inaho’s nose.)
Inaho walked outside of the room, leaving Slaine to himself. “I’ll come again,” he told Slaine as he closed the cell door.
Getting out of here? Slaine still felt shaken with that reveal. What to think...
His hand grabbed the fabric of his shirt, trembling.
I’m scared, he thought. Inaho Kaizuka is frightening. Why would he be concerned by me? He’ll be better off separating himself with this kind of ghost.
Slaine’s eyes looked tired at first. To feel the warmth from other, that much close… It’s been so long, he ended up thinking. Did Slaine realize how he was blushing just by thinking of them?
“Here you go, a present,” Inaho said blandly while pressed it against Slaine’s cheek. “You said you wanted a pen, right?”
Slaine made a what-the-hell face under that treatment. “Just give it to me normally,” he said when Inaho hadn’t stopped nudging the pen against his cheek. “Didn’t you say that there’s a restriction against touching.”
“I am not touching your skin directly,” Inaho said. “It shouldn’t be a breach of rules…”
He moved the pen to touch against Slaine’s lips. “How soft,” he commented with a smirk, sliding the pen to Slaine’s ear.
Slaine muffled his voice, but he released his breath as the pen traveled to the side of his neck. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it either.
He was shaken when Inaho told him, “Open your mouth,” but he did as he was told. “Show me your tongue,” Inaho told him again. Trembling, Slaine did, breathing heavier than before.
I don’t have any rights to refuse, Slaine thought to himself.
Did he not realize the blush, the heavy breath, and the way his eyes looked at the pen? Inaho eyed him intently before suddenly nudging the upper lips to open wider. “Stay like that,” he told Slaine, leaning in.
“U…” Slaine voiced a surprise as Inaho darted out his tongue. Starting by licking the pen, Inaho began kissing the one thing that kept their lips apart from each other. Slaine panted heavier than before while that pen was still pressed against his tongue and lip. He began tearing up when he couldn’t hold back the saliva dripping, and the heat in his body had pooled somewhere else, because he was fidgeting against the hem of his clothes, trying to cover his groin. His legs trembled and twitched, when finally Inaho removed himself, leaving a string of saliva on the pen.
“You’re salivating a lot,” Inaho said, licking his lips. “Just like a dog.”
Slaine could only look at him with his breath that hadn’t calmed down yet.
“The pen is dripping wet,” Inaho said, then moved it to Slaine’s chest. It was the spot where his nipple was, Slaine’s breath hitched as Inaho twirled the pen there.
Slaine kept moaning involuntarily under Inaho’s ministrations, his legs closed up to cover his lap. He kept fidgeting.
It didn’t escape Inaho’s gaze. “Open your legs,” Inaho said. “Lift your clothes and show me.”
Slaine only made a small cry as he complied, revealing his scarred torso and the bulge on his pants. Inaho crouched down.
“You’re hard, are you feeling good?”
“…..such a pervert,” Slaine said, covering his eyes.
“Isn’t that you,” Inaho said, to which Slaine could only murmur that he’d like to kill Inaho. “Oh well, indeed this is my fault,” Inaho said, before touching Slaine’s arousal with the pen. “I apologize. It’ll be good if you can release this,” he said, sliding up the pen that elicited huge moan on Slaine. He continued twirling the pen, and there was a leak of pre staining the fabric.
Slaine kept murmuring, “No… I can’t…” between his moans. When his legs stretched wider involuntarily, Inaho made rougher movements with the pen. “Hi… Huwa…”
“Feeling good?” Inaho leaned towards Slaine again. Slaine only moaned though, as if he couldn’t hear Inaho. Then Inaho moved close. “Hey, Slaine Troyard,” he called Slaine’s name.
Slaine’s body pulsated wildly, he suddenly couldn’t speak and his legs closed before he knew it. His whole body twitched heavily as he came.
“Hn… N… U…” Slaine teared up, the wave of pleasure still washed over his body under Inaho’s gaze. Both didn’t speak for a while, Slaine more due to the pants he couldn’t calm down.
“So you came when I called your name,” Inaho commented, which caused Slaine to blush all over. “I’m going to toilet.”
Inaho sighed. “We’re done for today. My hand moved carelessly.”
“HEY!!” Slaine yelled, and Inaho turned around to face him. “What exactly are you trying to do…?” Slaine said, exhausted and confused.
“I simply want you to take part in something,” Inaho replied.
Slaine looked at him, bewildered.
“I’ve become more twisted,” Inaho said, “I don’t want anyone to be dragged into it.”
“Anyone other than you,” Inaho added.
“It’s not,” Inaho replied readily. “It’s something out of self interest.”
“…interest?” Slaine asked.
“So you didn’t notice by yourself…? Oh well, there’s that.”
Slaine didn’t reply to that.
“For me, it no longer can be anyone but you,” he said cryptically. “I’m leaving you with the right to choose. Think it over.”
With that, Inaho disappeared from the cell.
Choosing… Slaine mused. Since the beginning, there’s nothing like that.
His arm grazed his lap, and he remembered what just happened in an instant. He curled up. I want to die… he thought.
“This is an item sent by Sublieutenant Kaizuka,” Slaine heard. His face paled. “He said he forgot to pass this up. Use it with care.”
“Thank you… very much…” Slaine said. When the officer turned around, blush soon dyed his skin. I can’t seem to wish to use it by any means now…
Slaine sat on the bed while staring at the pen. What was he thinking, really? The more I know him, the more I can’t understand what he’s thinking.
Lying down with the pen still on his hands, he recalled, My name… It’s been so long since anyone called it.
Perhaps there won’t be anyone who calls my name besides myself, other than him.
… After getting out of here, what would he do to me…? He thought, rolling himself to the side. His tongue darted out to lick the pen, and his hand already slipped into his trouser.
How would he touch me directly? How would it feel, the touch of his palm. The heat.
“You might have messed me up already,” he murmured. “Inaho Kaizuka…”
Inaho put on the earphone. There’s almost no signal. The noise is too loud. Can’t be helped since it’s small.
Attachment. Dependence. Bound.
“As I thought, he wasn’t as against this either.”
I think this is not a feeling that’s as pretty as love.
Even for a little, think of me when I’m not around.
“Nao, sorry to make you wait!”
His sister’s voice snapped him back.
“I’m sorry that we go home late,” Yuki said.
“It’s okay,” Inaho replied. “I have some free time too.”
Yuki noticed the earset. “Oh, how rare. What are you listening to?”
“…The sound of seagulls.”
“Bird?” Yuki asked at the calm reply. “Is there any effect from hearing that?”
Inaho smiled. “I wonder.”
“How about dinner right after we get back? I missed out lunch,” Yuki said.
“Sounds good,” Inaho replied.
His mind recalled Seylum’s words: [Please release Slaine Troyard from his chain of sorrow.]
I surely can give him happiness. But at the same time, it’s also surely his sorrow.
From the static noise of his earphone, Inaho could hear his name being murmured.
“In that case, at least... it’ll be good if I become his last sorrow.”
TL: Only the first doujin yo. I’ll probably translate the second one if I have time. SERIOUSLY I’M IN LOVE WITH EPILOGUE STORIES THOUGH, KTHXBYE.
Coincidentally, this is also Saturday so happy A/Z Saturday! Not important but “naosure” is my tag for this pairing haha.
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