[soma doesn't even need to ask about why alucard immediately ducks into the shower. he knows. they both know. the question now is what they're going to do about it, and while soma generally wouldn't involve his girl friends in something like this, sometimes — well, sometimes, as soma has learned from his various romance mangas, sometimes when it comes to dudes being emotionally constipated, you have to get women involved.
(he's self-aware enough to know that he's emotionally constipated.)
soma considers calling, but he's pretty sure alucard's sensitive hearing would be able to pick up his conversation in the shower. instead, he texts mina. texting is one of the few privacies he has left to himself — genuinely private, and not privacy given to him because alucard will politely ignore the way soma abuses himself in the shower.
i need to talk to yoko about alucard. do you have a number where i can reach her?
about alucard? is something wrong?
no... nothing's wrong. i just need to talk to yoko about history and stuff. her last number's out of service. do you know the one she has now?
as usual, mina is frustratingly careful. i can't give you yoko-chan's number unless you tell me what you're doing, soma-kun. you might be my best friend, but you still need a reason to talk to my super important "big sister." ♥
god damn it. you really wanna know?
yes.
this is the worst thing he's ever had to admit to her — i might have a... thing... for alucard
(there's a silence of about two whole minutes, which, soma is pretty sure, mina probably spends laughing hysterically.)
uh-huh? she finally writes back. and yoko-chan's gonna help with that?
i'm pretty sure the church should know? i mean not the whole church but i think SOMEONE should be aware that the reincarnation of dracula has a severe roommate problem
soma-kun, do you know about the relationship between dracula and alucard...?
how does mina know about this? yes. i know. please don't remind me.
the conversation goes silent for a short period of time. inwardly, soma offers awkward prayers to the virgin mary, and also mina, because, in his mind, the two are practically the same person.
okay, she writes back. yoko-chan will get in touch. don't die of a broken heart, soma-kun. the world might end.
that's when soma hears the water turn off, and, red-cheeked, he throws his phone on his bed as he goes to the kitchen and pretends to make dinner.]
[The shower does little to soothe him initially. Water pattering against his bare skin is just stimulating, and when he washes his hair he remembers Soma's, soft against his cheek. Naturally, that leads to thinking of him at his neck, and suddenly even washing himself feels sinful because the touch of his own hands feels too good, and it's tempting to do the same thing he's heard Soma do so many times...
So he turns the water all the way to cold and just suffers for the rest of the shower. When Alucard emerges from the bathroom, his skin will be a ghostly pale color since all the little blood vessels contracted in an effort to retain warmth. He settles on the couch with one of the books he brought from Arikado's home, acting as if nothing could possibly be more fascinating.]
[so they're still not talking. at least, it feels like they're still not talking. in reality, alucard's mostly trying to be his usual self, and it's soma's fault that they're not talking, because soma was usually responsible for starting their conversations with his inane chatter.
all the same, though, he can't think of what to say, so he busies himself with making dinner. not curry this time, thankfully — tonight he's making a bit of a treat: homemade ramen, made from scratch, with ingredients he's been prepping since last week. he's about to start cooking when his phone suddenly chimes, and soma goes to answer it with an oddly guilty look on his face.
sure enough, it's yoko, and apparently, mina said a little bit more than she had to. yoo-hoo! it's yoko. i heard you were having boy problems, soma!
that's not the way he wanted to start this conversation off, but fine. soma texts yoko while he stands by the stovetop, sometimes grimacing, sometimes smiling. some things feel kind of awkward to ask behind alucard's back, but soma does it anyway. is it wrong to like alucard? does it count as incest? is it even possible to have a relationship with him? has he ever been involved with other people before?
yoko's answers are matter-of-fact. you can't help who you fall in love with. you're not dracula, so it's not exactly incestuous in the ways that count. he acts like an ice prince, but alucard has feelings just like everyone else. there are rumors that alucard lived with a woman named maria renard for a while, back in the 1800s, and even that the lecarde family might be composed of his children with that woman — but the arikado that i knew never confirmed or denied that, obviously.
no, the world probably won't end if you two sleep together.
anyway, from what you're telling me, it sounds like he already likes you more than i've ever seen or heard of him liking anyone, she texts. and from what he's told me, he's the alucard from 1797, before he started living with maria... so if you're jealous, don't worry, his dead girlfriend isn't going to come back from the grave and steal him from you. and i can't speak for his inner thoughts, but if i were him, the thing i'd be most afraid of isn't that you're dracula or that you might turn into my father — no, i'd just be afraid of outliving you. it's hard to fall in love with a human when you're technically a creature of the night.
that gives soma pause. he wants to point out that maria was human, too, so maybe it's possible, somehow — but then, maybe maria was just one of those rare people, like mina, that anybody could fall in love with. he sighs; he still hasn't made dinner. if i mastered the power of dominance again — if i learned to use my aptitude for magic, he texts, would i be immortal like him?
yoko's response takes longer to come back. think about what you're saying, soma. you're nineteen. do you really understand what kind of burden immortality is? you didn't want dracula's powers back at the castle, right? are you really saying that you'd sacrifice your humanity for alucard?
soma stares at yoko's messages for a long time. and then the thought comes, from a thousand years ago, only this time, soma is conscious, and fully understands —
someone needs to take care of adrian.
i don't know, he writes back. he just seems so lonely sometimes.
yoko's quiet for a moment. then she responds with a series of colorful kaomojis, and soma can practically hear her ridiculous, chortling, anime-lady over-the-top laughter. alright! your big sis is gonna help you out just this once, okay? don't squander my love!
that's when alucard's phone goes off, and soma knows he's made a terrible mistake.]
[Yes, from Alucard's point of view, he's behaving perfectly naturally. That Soma doesn't want to chat is unusual, but not unheard of, and he appreciates that he's kind enough to not mention his unfortunate moment of weakness.
Oh, how horrified he would be if he knew Soma was talking about him with not one, but two women.
It takes him a moment to look at his phone. He wants to finish the chapter he's on, he can't just stop in the middle of it! But soon enough he's picking it up to take a look, and — oh, it appears the church agrees that it would be a good idea for Soma to get a better handle on his powers.]
It seems we aren't the only ones thinking about your magical aptitude. The church would like me to train you. Are you feeling up to it?
[soma cooked everything in advance, so the only thing he has to do with the ramen is make the soup and noodles, and then throw everything in. he's about done with the soup and is just straining the noodles when alucard speaks up.
soma, too, is beginning to regret his decision to involve yoko and mina in this, but miraculously, he manages to pull a straight face as he answers alucard's question. (the church? the church? god damn it, yoko, this had nothing to do with the church!)]
I... uh... sure. I don't see why not. It's not like I have clubs to go to after school.
Excellent. I will prepare a summoning exercise for you to try tomorrow after your schooling, then.
[What a relief it is to have a topic to talk about that isn't that awkward moment back in Arikado's apartment! Alucard closes the book he's reading and stands, walking over into the kitchen to get a look at the ramen. It's not what he wants to eat, but it will fill his stomach. Besides, it smells good... just not as good as Soma.]
[soma doesn't smile very often, but it's easy enough to tell when he's pleased. the whole of his body seems to open up; his eyes seem to blaze with a brighter light. he calmly ladles out equal portions of ramen toppings for both himself and alucard, and then brings the bowls over to the dining table to eat.]
...We've never talked about what you like to eat, huh? Do you want me to make anything special for you sometime?
[Which is probably a frustrating answer, but the truth is, the only thing that sounds really good to him is taking a bite out of Soma again. This is exactly why he doesn't typically feed, it takes ages for him to fully rein his bloodlust in again. Alucard moves to sit at the table, somehow managing to look elegant even when he's slurping ramen.]
[soma digs in to his own good cooking, too — he's not quite as elegant as alucard, but he's not a sloppy eater by any means. his eyes flick up towards alucard as they eat. god, with his eyes lowered like that and his head slightly bent, it almost looks like...
no, no, no, no.]
You know, that's kind of like a challenge to a chef. Now I have to figure out what you like to eat. So far I think you like savory meals more than dessert...
[dating a european noble from the 1800s suddenly seems like a very bad idea.]
...I'm not sure if I can legally make that in Japan.
[realistically, the legality isn't the problem, given japanese attitudes towards food, but it's more like he'd feel a little bit bad about eating a little bunny rabbit...]
[It was a staple! Next thing Soma's going to say venison is illegal. He's aware that animals are mostly farmed now instead of hunted, but it seems outrageous that hunting animals that repopulate so quickly would be illegal.]
[unfortunately for alucard, soma is the kind of person who thinks he needs to put his all into wooing over someone he likes. if you're not going to be the one to make your darling's favorite food, who will? just fucking kidnap him like maria, soma. just do it.]
soma sighs and digs into his egg, trying to figure out where he's going to get rabbit meat, since they don't sell that at most supermarkets. when they've both finished eating, he'll do the dishes immediately, seemingly lost in his thoughts.]
[He'd been intending to do the dishes since Soma always cooks, but Soma scurries away with them before he even has a chance to think about it. Better to just let him do as he pleases, maybe then he won't feel like he has to go out and kill a rabbit to make stew that wouldn't even satisfy Alucard's real hunger anyway.
Alucard moves to the couch with his book again, crossing his legs and leaning back to hunker down with it for the night.]
[when soma finishes with the dishes, he dries his hands, puts everything into place, and closes all the cabinets. he wonders what he should do for the rest of the evening. browse the internet on his phone, maybe. reread some of his favorite shounen manga.
in the end he realizes that — thanks to the delay of texting mina and yoko earlier in the evening — it's late enough to watch one of his favorite late-night talk shows during the actual broadcast. most of the time, he catches it on youtube later — but it's airing now, so soma, too, moves to the couch, where he picks up the tv remote and switches it to his preferred channel.
...then it occurs to him that maybe he's being rude.]
[Rather than the television, it's Soma's proximity that is distracting — but he's at a normal social distance at the moment, so Alucard isn't going to say anything about that. He turns the page as if he's completely unbothered.]
Not at all. Go ahead.
[He may even glance up every now and again to see what's on. Alucard is mostly caught up with the modern world, but he still needs to get properly acclimated with what people consider normal social behavior nowadays.]
[soma watches alucard read out of the corner of his eye for a few moments, but eventually he settles in to watch his show. it's the sort where the witty host takes apart the week's news; soma's amusement with it is hard to pin down, but he laughs softly at certain jokes and watches through commercials with a slightly sleepy, dreamy air.
as soma gradually unwinds, he relaxes, bit by bit, until he's sort of sprawled out all over the couch. after the host cuts to a break again, he shifts his position once more, so that his shoulder is comfortably wedged against alucard's side.]
[By that time, Alucard has managed to fully immerse himself in his book, so he doesn't immediately register the soft thud against the side of his arm. He just lifts his arm and places it on the back of the couch, continuing to read one-handed for a few minutes before a slight shift from Soma has his scent wafting right up into his face.
Oh.
He pauses, lowering his book to glance down at Soma. Is he asleep...?]
[he's not quite asleep just yet — his eyelids flutter open for a moment — but then they close. soma lolls his head a little, snuggling shamelessly into alucard's ribs. he's kind of heavy, like this. the tv commercials chatter on, familiar and soothing.]
["Then you should go to bed", he almost says, but Soma looks so relaxed, and isn't it important for him to make sure he's not overly stressed? They'll be starting magic lessons tomorrow too, so he should get plenty of rest. Alucard just allows him to stay where he is, uncrossing his legs and lightly resting a hand on Soma's head, silently giving him permission to sleep.]
[oh. aw. that's really nice. it would be even better if alucard was gently stroking soma's hair, but there's something comforting about the weight of his fingers on the back of soma's skull. the boy shifts and wiggles for just a moment, and then settles in to sleep —
— apparently, however, soma decides that his position isn't comfortable enough, and he lifts his body just enough that he can drop his head in alucard's lap. he presses his cheek flush against alucard's thigh. yes, that's much better, isn't it? ribs are too hard.]
[This is decidedly too much physical contact for someone who's spent a great portion of his life sleeping in a coffin and the rest of it fighting. Alucard leans back a bit, startled by the sudden weight of Soma's head on his thigh of all places. Suddenly, he's really wishing for an old school thicker fabric instead of the soft, thin rayon blend he took from Arikado's apartment earlier. He's left with his arms comically up in the air, unsure where to put them — does he just rest one on Soma's back? What if that makes him snuggle in closer? His thigh is one thing, but his crotch is a whole new level of inappropriate.
He just sits there stiffly with his book for the next few minutes, not even reading it anymore.]
[soma's still awake — and definitely conscious enough to appreciate the fact that he's lying with his head in alucard's lap — but he's definitely very close to deep sleep. his breathing comes slow and steady; he takes deep, full breaths. his pure white hair fans out against alucard's dark pants. his eyelashes are remarkably long.
his fingers twitch — and then his hand relaxes completely. he heaves a suspiciously contented sigh, almost more like a moan except for the fact that it is not voiced.]
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(he's self-aware enough to know that he's emotionally constipated.)
soma considers calling, but he's pretty sure alucard's sensitive hearing would be able to pick up his conversation in the shower. instead, he texts mina. texting is one of the few privacies he has left to himself — genuinely private, and not privacy given to him because alucard will politely ignore the way soma abuses himself in the shower.
i need to talk to yoko about alucard. do you have a number where i can reach her?
about alucard? is something wrong?
no... nothing's wrong. i just need to talk to yoko about history and stuff. her last number's out of service. do you know the one she has now?
as usual, mina is frustratingly careful. i can't give you yoko-chan's number unless you tell me what you're doing, soma-kun. you might be my best friend, but you still need a reason to talk to my super important "big sister." ♥
god damn it. you really wanna know?
yes.
this is the worst thing he's ever had to admit to her — i might have a... thing... for alucard
(there's a silence of about two whole minutes, which, soma is pretty sure, mina probably spends laughing hysterically.)
uh-huh? she finally writes back. and yoko-chan's gonna help with that?
i'm pretty sure the church should know? i mean not the whole church but i think SOMEONE should be aware that the reincarnation of dracula has a severe roommate problem
soma-kun, do you know about the relationship between dracula and alucard...?
how does mina know about this? yes. i know. please don't remind me.
the conversation goes silent for a short period of time. inwardly, soma offers awkward prayers to the virgin mary, and also mina, because, in his mind, the two are practically the same person.
okay, she writes back. yoko-chan will get in touch. don't die of a broken heart, soma-kun. the world might end.
that's when soma hears the water turn off, and, red-cheeked, he throws his phone on his bed as he goes to the kitchen and pretends to make dinner.]
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So he turns the water all the way to cold and just suffers for the rest of the shower. When Alucard emerges from the bathroom, his skin will be a ghostly pale color since all the little blood vessels contracted in an effort to retain warmth. He settles on the couch with one of the books he brought from Arikado's home, acting as if nothing could possibly be more fascinating.]
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all the same, though, he can't think of what to say, so he busies himself with making dinner. not curry this time, thankfully — tonight he's making a bit of a treat: homemade ramen, made from scratch, with ingredients he's been prepping since last week. he's about to start cooking when his phone suddenly chimes, and soma goes to answer it with an oddly guilty look on his face.
sure enough, it's yoko, and apparently, mina said a little bit more than she had to. yoo-hoo! it's yoko. i heard you were having boy problems, soma!
that's not the way he wanted to start this conversation off, but fine. soma texts yoko while he stands by the stovetop, sometimes grimacing, sometimes smiling. some things feel kind of awkward to ask behind alucard's back, but soma does it anyway. is it wrong to like alucard? does it count as incest? is it even possible to have a relationship with him? has he ever been involved with other people before?
yoko's answers are matter-of-fact. you can't help who you fall in love with. you're not dracula, so it's not exactly incestuous in the ways that count. he acts like an ice prince, but alucard has feelings just like everyone else. there are rumors that alucard lived with a woman named maria renard for a while, back in the 1800s, and even that the lecarde family might be composed of his children with that woman — but the arikado that i knew never confirmed or denied that, obviously.
no, the world probably won't end if you two sleep together.
anyway, from what you're telling me, it sounds like he already likes you more than i've ever seen or heard of him liking anyone, she texts. and from what he's told me, he's the alucard from 1797, before he started living with maria... so if you're jealous, don't worry, his dead girlfriend isn't going to come back from the grave and steal him from you. and i can't speak for his inner thoughts, but if i were him, the thing i'd be most afraid of isn't that you're dracula or that you might turn into my father — no, i'd just be afraid of outliving you. it's hard to fall in love with a human when you're technically a creature of the night.
that gives soma pause. he wants to point out that maria was human, too, so maybe it's possible, somehow — but then, maybe maria was just one of those rare people, like mina, that anybody could fall in love with. he sighs; he still hasn't made dinner. if i mastered the power of dominance again — if i learned to use my aptitude for magic, he texts, would i be immortal like him?
yoko's response takes longer to come back. think about what you're saying, soma. you're nineteen. do you really understand what kind of burden immortality is? you didn't want dracula's powers back at the castle, right? are you really saying that you'd sacrifice your humanity for alucard?
soma stares at yoko's messages for a long time. and then the thought comes, from a thousand years ago, only this time, soma is conscious, and fully understands —
someone needs to take care of adrian.
i don't know, he writes back. he just seems so lonely sometimes.
yoko's quiet for a moment. then she responds with a series of colorful kaomojis, and soma can practically hear her ridiculous, chortling, anime-lady over-the-top laughter. alright! your big sis is gonna help you out just this once, okay? don't squander my love!
that's when alucard's phone goes off, and soma knows he's made a terrible mistake.]
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Oh, how horrified he would be if he knew Soma was talking about him with not one, but two women.
It takes him a moment to look at his phone. He wants to finish the chapter he's on, he can't just stop in the middle of it! But soon enough he's picking it up to take a look, and — oh, it appears the church agrees that it would be a good idea for Soma to get a better handle on his powers.]
It seems we aren't the only ones thinking about your magical aptitude. The church would like me to train you. Are you feeling up to it?
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soma, too, is beginning to regret his decision to involve yoko and mina in this, but miraculously, he manages to pull a straight face as he answers alucard's question. (the church? the church? god damn it, yoko, this had nothing to do with the church!)]
I... uh... sure. I don't see why not. It's not like I have clubs to go to after school.
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[What a relief it is to have a topic to talk about that isn't that awkward moment back in Arikado's apartment! Alucard closes the book he's reading and stands, walking over into the kitchen to get a look at the ramen. It's not what he wants to eat, but it will fill his stomach. Besides, it smells good... just not as good as Soma.]
It looks good.
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[soma doesn't smile very often, but it's easy enough to tell when he's pleased. the whole of his body seems to open up; his eyes seem to blaze with a brighter light. he calmly ladles out equal portions of ramen toppings for both himself and alucard, and then brings the bowls over to the dining table to eat.]
...We've never talked about what you like to eat, huh? Do you want me to make anything special for you sometime?
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[Which is probably a frustrating answer, but the truth is, the only thing that sounds really good to him is taking a bite out of Soma again. This is exactly why he doesn't typically feed, it takes ages for him to fully rein his bloodlust in again. Alucard moves to sit at the table, somehow managing to look elegant even when he's slurping ramen.]
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[soma digs in to his own good cooking, too — he's not quite as elegant as alucard, but he's not a sloppy eater by any means. his eyes flick up towards alucard as they eat. god, with his eyes lowered like that and his head slightly bent, it almost looks like...
no, no, no, no.]
You know, that's kind of like a challenge to a chef. Now I have to figure out what you like to eat. So far I think you like savory meals more than dessert...
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[Alucard falls silent for a few moments, just eating the ramen and contemplating what food he might want Soma to make. Finally:]
Rabbit stew.
[Sorry, Soma...]
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[dating a european noble from the 1800s suddenly seems like a very bad idea.]
...I'm not sure if I can legally make that in Japan.
[realistically, the legality isn't the problem, given japanese attitudes towards food, but it's more like he'd feel a little bit bad about eating a little bunny rabbit...]
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[It was a staple! Next thing Soma's going to say venison is illegal. He's aware that animals are mostly farmed now instead of hunted, but it seems outrageous that hunting animals that repopulate so quickly would be illegal.]
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Never mind. It's okay, I'll figure something out. Maybe I can get it from a specialty store...
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There's no need. As I said, I don't have a particularly strong preference.
[For just a second, his eyes rest on Soma's neck, but his attention turns back to his food shortly.]
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[unfortunately for alucard, soma is the kind of person who thinks he needs to put his all into wooing over someone he likes. if you're not going to be the one to make your darling's favorite food, who will?
just fucking kidnap him like maria, soma. just do it.]soma sighs and digs into his egg, trying to figure out where he's going to get rabbit meat, since they don't sell that at most supermarkets. when they've both finished eating, he'll do the dishes immediately, seemingly lost in his thoughts.]
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Alucard moves to the couch with his book again, crossing his legs and leaning back to hunker down with it for the night.]
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in the end he realizes that — thanks to the delay of texting mina and yoko earlier in the evening — it's late enough to watch one of his favorite late-night talk shows during the actual broadcast. most of the time, he catches it on youtube later — but it's airing now, so soma, too, moves to the couch, where he picks up the tv remote and switches it to his preferred channel.
...then it occurs to him that maybe he's being rude.]
Oh. Does the TV bother you when you're reading?
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Not at all. Go ahead.
[He may even glance up every now and again to see what's on. Alucard is mostly caught up with the modern world, but he still needs to get properly acclimated with what people consider normal social behavior nowadays.]
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[soma watches alucard read out of the corner of his eye for a few moments, but eventually he settles in to watch his show. it's the sort where the witty host takes apart the week's news; soma's amusement with it is hard to pin down, but he laughs softly at certain jokes and watches through commercials with a slightly sleepy, dreamy air.
as soma gradually unwinds, he relaxes, bit by bit, until he's sort of sprawled out all over the couch. after the host cuts to a break again, he shifts his position once more, so that his shoulder is comfortably wedged against alucard's side.]
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Oh.
He pauses, lowering his book to glance down at Soma. Is he asleep...?]
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...Tired.
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— apparently, however, soma decides that his position isn't comfortable enough, and he lifts his body just enough that he can drop his head in alucard's lap. he presses his cheek flush against alucard's thigh. yes, that's much better, isn't it? ribs are too hard.]
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He just sits there stiffly with his book for the next few minutes, not even reading it anymore.]
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his fingers twitch — and then his hand relaxes completely. he heaves a suspiciously contented sigh, almost more like a moan except for the fact that it is not voiced.]
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