Connections
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krystalkatzficzR: PG-NC17
Genre: Soul connection, mental bonding, romance, strange, Sense8 logic.
A/N: Based on the Netflix TV show Sense8 where eight strangers discover that they have a mental connection. It is only loosely based on that premise as I really love the show
.Ninomiya Kazunari woke with a shiver as a hand that wasn’t his own slid over his thigh up towards his hip and down over his stomach. Ordinarily it would have been the sign of a good night if not for the fact that he was sure that he had gone to bed alone the night before. There had been no choice when he had been suffering from one of the headaches that had been plaguing him recently. The hand moved again this time heading up towards and he forced himself into a seated position.
Not knowing what to expect in the darkness his fingers circled around the knife he kept under his pillow. His eyes looked around the messy bedroom slowly lingering on the piles of clothes that could have kept a person hidden. He constantly told himself that he would start tidying up, but he could never find the motivation to do so. It would just be his luck to die in a messy apartment.
His heart calmed down immediately when he saw that, despite his earlier feeling, there appeared to be nothing out of the ordinary. Groaning he rolled over and picked up a glass of water ignoring the film of dust that had gathered on the top. He sipped it slowly and then sank down hoping that the pounding of his head would start to calm down when he finally got some sleep.
*~~~~~*
Ohno Satoshi let out a breath as he rolled over in his bedroom. Instead of connecting with his mattress as he had expected it met warm skin. It wasn’t his own. His own often felt dry from over tanning and salt water when he was out on the boat. This skin felt soft, silky almost as though the person it belonged to had never spent even a second in the sun. It was firm too clearly belonging to a man, but he knew for sure he hadn’t brought anyone home with him. It wouldn’t have been appropriate given that he was still living with his parents. He often dreamt about it, but this felt different from that.
It had been a long time since he had had company. He had never been able to tell his parents that he wouldn’t be giving them a daughter-in-law and he doubted that they would enjoy listening to him making love to a man through the thin walls.
He let out a sigh pushing through the headache that was pressing at his temples and allowed his hand to move up the dream body moaning as it was pulled away from him. A feeling of fear and apprehension clawed at the back of his neck and he opened his eyes looking around the neat orderly room he was in. It hadn’t changed much since he was a child. The walls were still beige and there were still dragon ball manga dotted around. Seeing that all was clear he closed his eyes again and dropped back into his bed hoping his headache would be gone before he had to get up at four.
*~~*~***
Sakurai Sho let out a pained moan rubbing his temples with his fingers as he tried to make himself more comfortable in his chair. The ornate clock ticked annoyingly loudly, and he hated his mother once again for buying it for him. He had said he didn’t need such an outdated piece of wood, but she had insisted that it would be a great gift. If he had the courage he would throw it in the bin and be done with it, but he didn’t. The papers in front of him had gone a mess of blurred white and blue from the pain behind his eyes and all he wanted was sleep but there was still so much he had to do and so little time before morning.
Moaning he closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the chair his hands gripping at the arm rests. He imagined himself out of his apartment away from his paperwork. Imagining had always come surprisingly easy to him often picturing himself on a beach sitting on a sand dune over looking an ocean. It always felt more intense than a fantasy and it always managed to calm him down. As he thought that he let out a sigh positive he could feel a gentle breeze caressing against his skin.
“Wow!” A voice gasped loudly causing Sho to jump and open his eyes catching sight of a man standing in his apartment by his large window before he was gone leaving him looking at only a reflection of himself.
*~*~*~*~*
Aiba Masaki trudged over the beach. The sand was cold under his feet, but the wind was cooling rather than freezing. His legs, back, and head ached and all he wanted was to sit and look at the ocean for as long as he could. The shift at the restaurant had taken more out of him than he would otherwise have liked but he couldn’t sleep yet. His mind was racing even though his head was aching.
The pains in his temples had become so frequent lately that he had been convinced to go to the doctor and have them checked out. There was some increased activity but nothing that he should be worried about they said. He hadn’t told them about the voices he sometimes heard. He was worried that his father would send him for a psychological evaluation and he didn’t think that he would be able to cope with that.
Standing on the top dune he pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it with a lighter taking in the inky black of the ocean rolling back and forth. He had never wanted to spend his life trapped in a coastal backwater but after the death of his mum he had found himself with no choice. His father needed him, so he stayed. His head swam a little more, the cigarette trembling against his lips as instead of the beach he was seeing an apartment with a man sat in an uncomfortable looking leather chair.
“Wow…” He gasped his heart jumping as the man looked up and saw him his eyes wide with panic and Masaki almost lifted a hand in greeting before the vision faded and he fell forwards into the thick sand.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Matsumoto Jun smiled grimly fighting through the headache pulsating at his temples. The scene he was filming, the last scene of what was his first big film, was almost at an end and he was hoping that he would soon be allowed to leave. The mistakes hadn’t been his own. His co-star, an already washed up film star, was already so drunk he was barely steady on his feet and he had messed up the scene twenty-six times already.
“I…I…Line?” The man said turning to look at the assistant director and Jun wanted to both swear and hit him on the head. He had been doing the same think all throughout filming and Jun knew that if he wasn’t the brother-in-law of the company president he would have been fired already.
“What would a kid like you know, punk” The AD told him with more politeness than Jun would have managed, and Jun smiled and bobbed his head in her direction. The woman flushed brightly and then tried her best to vanish behind a co-worker. He was aware of his status around the set. Though he had never worked in movies before he was a high-profile model and had built a long-standing fan base since he started.
“Right, right” The slosh slurred, and Jun quickly got back into character before jumping almost out of his wits when he heard a car door slamming right next to him and saw the flashing of a torch.
*~*~~***~
Ikuta Toma whistled as he stepped out of his beat-up ford hatchback. Cursing his luck at not getting out of the station quick enough he reached for his torch and shone it down the alleyway. His partner hadn’t even bothered to get out of the car yet, but he was sure that the call was nothing and started walking forward. His head had been humming with the beginnings of a headache all night and he just wanted to check out the report and head home.
He had always wanted to be a cop, ever since he was small and his mum had brought him a plastic policeman’s set for one of his birthdays but he had never expected it to be like this.
Walking away from the car he kept his torch moving slowly back and forth his hand on the mace at his hip. His booted feet echoed on the tarmacked road and his heart almost jumped out of his ribs as a cat yowled loudly and ran out from underneath a pile of old cardboard boxes. Swearing under his breath he reached the end of the alley and turned on his heel as quickly as he could and headed back towards his car and partner.
A car door slammed shut in front of him and he lifted his torch expecting to see his partner and almost screamed when he found himself staring at a man covered in blood with a pained and pissed off expression on his face.
“Who the hell are you?”
TBC
A/N: Hmm…
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Date: 2017-11-19 04:58 am (UTC)Btw, i hope that you feel much better, take care 😊
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Date: 2017-11-20 11:31 am (UTC)Thank-you <3 I hope so too <3
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Date: 2017-11-20 11:21 pm (UTC)How do they figure it out o.o