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"The hottest fires burn blue, and his eyes are no exception."
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For all his battle experience, Xavier was almost too easily dominated by his partner. You knew he was stronger than you, but he let you get him on his back when you were wrestling on his bed. Your soft giggles and his sharp breaths fill the room's silence around you. A triumphant grin spread across your face as you pinned his hands down on either side of his head and sat on top of him, straddling his waist. The soft satin material of his pillow cover brushed over your fingers when you wrapped them around his wrists.
Since the sun had set long ago, the only source of light right now was the warm glow from the lamp on his nightstand. It mesmerized you how such a subtle glow could cast a shadow over the left side of his face yet somehow made the gentle blue of his eyes stand out and pull you toward him. Your smile became gentler when you leaned down closer.
“You got me.”
Always so softspoken when he spoke, his warm breath fanned over your face and sent a shiver down your spine. Your lips parted a bit as if you were going to say something, though you never did. Instead, you rested your left hand over the center of his chest to feel the dull thudding of his heart under your palm. Silently counting the stuttering beats while the wall clock ticked on in the background somewhere.
A soft pink blush crept up either side of his neck, weaved its path to tint his cheeks, and still crept further upward until it reached the tips of his ears. The hand on his chest lifted only a centimeter above his body and traced the trail of color as it crept up his neck until it covered his cheeks and shifted paths to paint the tips of his ears in that same red hue. You followed that invisible path across the apple of his cheek to his jawline and down to the smooth expanse of his neck with your fingertips still barely ghosting the air above him. Taking note with subtle amusement of how his Adam’s apple bobbed ever so slightly when he swallowed nervously and how he held his breath in anticipation of your next move.
Maybe it was a trick of the low light that surrounded you, but the blue of his eyes was no longer a singular shade. There was a bright blue flame – hotter than any you’d seen before in a person – that threatened to devour you on the spot. Shining bright in the center of his eye before dissipating into darker, gentler shades of blue reminiscent of the ocean under the pale moonlight.
They could drown you in them, and you may very well thank him for the honor.
Your hands were trembling as they pinched the collar of his white button-up shirt before smoothing over the front of it to his chest and undoing the buttons from the bottom up. You let your eyes roam over his body, committing to memory every scar and dimple on his body. He never stopped you, but he shifted ever so marginally under your concentrated gaze, and desire rushed through your veins when you felt something hard pressing against the curve of your ass. Bringing your eyes up to meet his again, the lingering flames in his typically powder blue eyes when he stared up at you held in them an undiscernible emotion. Something akin to tendresse with a hint of laughter sparking at the corners of them.
The pads of his fingers were softer than you expected as they trailed up and down the length of your forearm, drumming against your skin to some unrecognizable tune that left an immediate impression on your body in a way that you just knew you would dream about in the days to come. It left in its wake a trail of fire lingering under the surface of your skin – a permanent mark to remind you that, in the end, it would always be him you came back to. It was no longer a simple want that drove you but a need that called you to slowly release one of his wrists and almost hesitantly cup the side of his face. It was a need that forced you to lean in even closer, eyes locked on his for a sign that he wanted you to stop for any reason until your lips were barely an inch away from his own.
At this point, you intently focused on one singular thing – a single goal set with a one-track state of mind that could put even the most dedicated of hunters to shame. No words came out when you opened your mouth. No. In its place, your shallow breaths intermingled with his in the space between your lips, intensifying the surge of electricity that hummed between your bodies.
All sorts of thoughts ran through your mind. Showing you what could come next – what you wanted to happen next. The images it conjured for you were almost too authentic as you reached with your free hand for his left hand when you swore the phantom touch against your side was more than a trick of the mind.
Again, you parted your lips to speak, and a shy smile settled on them. “Can I kiss you?”
It was barely a whisper that came out of you, and had you not been as close as you were already, Xavier might have missed the question.
Or not.
A smile matching your own gracing his features when he hummed in agreement. His usual nonverbal agreement wasn’t enough for you, though. You wanted to see his lips form the words you wanted to hear.
“Use your words…” There was a hint of laughter in your command as you began to pull back from him.
You were stopped by his hand coming up to grab the back of your neck – those familiar calloused fingers, usually so gentle when he handled you, pressing into your skin firmly and making your heart stutter inside your chest from the suddenness of his action. It felt as if your breath had become caught in your throat and stolen your ability to speak for a moment. Deep in his gaze, a spark of mischief was hidden under the rekindled flames that could have burned you alive and brought you back like a phoenix. Rarely had you seen him with such an intense look outside the battlefield, but this time, they were tuned into you. Taking in every shaky inhale of breath you took, how the blood rushed to your face with such a quickness that you were sure it covered you in a similar blush to his own. It was almost predatorial how he looked at you…
And you had never felt more alive.
His flinch was restrained when you grazed the tips of your nails along the side of his neck, with the hint of a smirk replacing the shy smile you had. Earning you a small chuckle from Xavier as he loosened his hold from the back of his neck to trail his own fingers across the base of your neck slowly. Tracing his own path down to your collarbone and raising an amused eyebrow when you shuddered from the touch.
“Do you still want to hear my answer?”
“You tease.”
Your eyes widened when he suddenly grabbed the hand over his neck and brought it up his cheek, turning his head to the side to press a kiss to the heel of your palm.
“What reason do I have to say no?”
Pulling your hand out of his, you pinched his chin between your index finger and thumb and turned his face to slot your mouth against his. A hum of contentment that seemed to come from deep in his chest had you letting out a sigh that sounded faintly like his name. The two of you were truly in sync both on and off the field – it was almost instinct for him at this point to predict your next move so he could move accordingly. Even now, it was no different dance than the one you two would have performed on the battlefield to wipe out the Wanderers quicker than anyone could have anticipated. Your leg hooked over his hip – causing the nightgown you wore to ride up your thigh from the motion until it sat just below your hip – and his hand held your knee in place without saying a word.
A slow roll of your hips against his had him pulling back from the kiss to draw in a sharp intake of breath through his teeth. The simple sound sent a rolling heat to settle in the pit of your stomach, and you knew you needed to hear more. Needed to see his reactions to what you were doing. Eyelids fluttering open slowly so your violet eyes could meet his half-lidded arctic blue ones. His cheeks were flushed a soft shade of red that only deepened when you repeated the action – following the noticeable tic in his jaw. There was an unidentifiable emotion in his eyes, a spark of life that gave away more of his feelings than his words ever could.
“I wasn’t aware you were a master at this too.” He whispered, leaning forward to press butterfly kisses along your jaw.
“I’m not,” you admitted self-consciously.
A surprise squeak slipped out of you when he rolled you both over to shift your positions so he was hovering over you. Both his hands are on either side of your head.
“I guess we’ll learn something new together then.”
Oda Sakunosuke is a character who has never appeared in the manga but gives out a strong presence in the movie, stage play and anime. Since we are here, I will take this chance to introduce you two aspects of his inner side that have only been revealed in the original novel.
1. Odasaku after Dazai madly begged the enemy soldier to shoot him.
“Had our ranks or relations been any different, I probably would’ve punched him right then.”
2. Odasaku’s thought towards Dazai, who was getting excited about Ango becoming his enemy.
“Somebody probably should’ve tied him up, pried his chest open, and stuffed a vacuum cleaner inside… But in reality, such a vacuum didn’t exist. Chests don’t open up like that, and no one is capable of such feats.”
Odasaku is the type of person who will never lecture anyone. Because he does not consider himself a superior person who can teach and guide others. However, it doesn’t mean that he has nothing he wants to say. The sentiments that he couldn’t convey in these two scenes were finally delivered to Dazai in the last scene through the words “Become a good person.” Very meaningful scenes when read as a set.
<Excerpts from “Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era” novel>
Asagiri Kafka’s comment on Oda Sakunosuke’s character in the BSD Exposition 2023.
