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Snow Drift	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Irvine/Squall Views: 970 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything involving final fantasy 8, nor do I make money from this fanfiction. The only thing that's mine is the take on a plot that's been done by just about everyone.

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August 23rd.
Imari Karver was in the kitchen with Cook helping with preparing dinner. They were going to have a selection of fish dishes that he and Scout helped catch earlier in the day. The stew smelled incredible. Each ingredient casting its own aroma until they began to meld together when the water boiled into broth.
"If you intend to prepare a cake," Cook was saying while pointing a long finger towards the location of the items. "You'll need to crush some flour."
"Ok." Imari shook off his hands from the flecks of carrot that he'd been peeling a chopping to relocate at the grinder to crush the wheat and grains.
He stepped on the pedal then turned the handle. He was instructed not too fine, nodding that he would remember. Flour can be dangerous if too finely crushed. He wanted to make a cake for dessert after dinner. He's not entirely sure as to why. Truth be told, he really has preferred the Shumi's lemon berry tarts over all other sweets they've prepared. They usually don't make anything as extravagant as cakes, not when the tarts and pouched fruit are a crowd pleaser. The drizzle of honey makes it next level.
But today, for some reason, he felt cake was called for. A nice simple cake, adorned with fresh fruit. He had the strangest dream last night. He was lying in bed just staring up at the ceiling debating in going back to sleep or having a midnight snack; a figure was beside him, male, he was hidden in shadow with nothing but his mouth visible in a slip of moonlight. He was saying something to him, but Imari couldn't know what as his dream was in mute.
Karver wondered if this was a memory from his life as I.K or was it some world created in his slumber. Whatever it was, the voiceless young man had his heart racing. He ached to touch him. And just when he was about to be kissed or perhaps have this dream man whisper in his ear, he opened his eyes. His subconscious wasn't the only thing alert. He was sporting a tent that was screaming to be put away. Riding on the emotional charge brought on by the dream, he felt ashamed right after he'd finished.
Getting-off on a guy... getting-off at all! Shumis are practically monks... Right? Honestly, this urge has never come up since his being here. And he's not heard a thing uttered by any of the residents living in the village as far as couples or lovers goes. So who was to know their feelings towards love and relationships, or even sexuality. He had to wonder if his dream-lover's gender mattered? He had such a strong reaction, but would it be the same if it was a young woman? Was he only dreaming about a guy because Winter Island is male dominated? It's possible. Or maybe I.K was gay.
Imari wondered how he felt about that? But what was there to think about. 'I love whomever loves me.' He declared to himself as he happily went about preparing a cake.
His comment proved to be true at the end of the day. Dinner was one of the best he's ever had with the new addition of once living protein. It felt like they were having a little party. The tribe stayed together for today's meal; telling their fishing expedition to those who had not gone, talking about new seeds for new crops. They're going to make a rice field. Scout was attacked by a monster, but the battle was easily his as the creature just wanted a meal not a confrontation, one hit atop the head and it was off to safety. The cake was enjoyed by each member; Imari had made two to cover everyone. He ate his slice in his room, to be alone with his sweet and the strange feeling in the air today.
As he lay fast asleep in bed, his dream fed off his thoughts during dinner prep. The young man from before showed up again. Again he was nearly a headless figure, hidden by darkness or blankspot in Karver's disjointed mind.
The stranger lied beneath him, nude, they both are, and Imari is seated quite comfortably on his lap. His body is entangled in pleasure as each roll of his hips jolts him with a shockwave of animality for this dream-lover. He wants to devour him like an animal. He can certainly feel the carnal lust in return as phantom fingernails eroded streaks along his flesh.
He bent forward nipping pecks before full-on kissing ensued. The mystery man, or Shumi, though looking at the toned body dimly showing in the moonlight he could assume he was another person-human as himself.
He moaned when his lower cheeks were grabbed and spread a bit more to get a little farther, just a little farther inside before those strong hands guided his hips up and down. His fingers dug into the bedding as he indulged in the sweet desire. The kisses, the laps of tongue with his own. Oh and when his dream-lover flipped them over, pounding mercilessly into him, his thighs begged for mercy of the electric stings but his insides screamed for more. The jerking hand on his length wanted to squeeze him dry as it milked him in and out of sync with the thrusts. Imari could have hollered his release was so complete.
Imari awoke completely satisfied to not have to do the job of again for himself. The dream was enough. He slept like a comatose that night.
September 3rd.
Imari checked over the list of items he has to take into the town of Timber. Some gift shops opened up there and all the sculptors and carvers have had their hands busy making up these little statues and trinkets that the shop owner asked for a month back. The longest project to do were these little wooden trains.
Karver felt like one of the fabled little toy making elves with all the things he's been doing, and the other workers doing things around him on a daily basis. He wondered if being a harvester or an attendant had a certain feel to it as well? It was hard to think about being crouched down or bent over pulling food all the time. He's pretty tall, he'd have back problems for days!
"You wanna come too, Pal?" He asked the bird, it's been bouncing from foot to foot beside him since he left the village with the Scout.
They're just outside of the village, loading up two birds for the trip out. It'll take them a while to get there but Chocobo's are amazing birds: light on their feet, and very fast. He couldn't help but think that if he'd have a place of his own he'd have at least six or seven of them to raise for his very own. But leaving the village seemed like a far away thought to him - at least in a permanent sense. Travelling about while they drop off deliveries has been good enough for him, so far; it's very satisfying to wander without staying, but at some point he thought it would be kind of nice to see a life uncovered by the village walls. This is his fourth delivery. So far the human Shumi has been to Timber - once before, this is the second time out, a place called Deling, Fisherman's Horizon - that place mostly asked for statues or helpers with good engineering skills. Then there's the brief stop through Balamb to change trains. Lastly, a town called Winhill. That location was Imari's favorite place of the five so far. He was sure that if he did decide to flee the nest he would live there - plus, its right through the mountain. He wouldn't be but an afternoons ride away from the tribe.
Pal only needed the word 'come' to seat itself atop the Chocobo's head. The larger bird didn't seem to mind, it just made a few low squawks to itself.
Scout situated himself upon the saddle of his bird, Robes drawn up about his waist exposing his yellow colored legs. Imari lifted his robe as well, exposing black jeans as he mounts the bird's back. The two Chocobo's stand easily with the weight of the men and sacked items, then they awaited their command. Scout gave the reigns a snap and the bird started away towards the mountains. His companion followed. The trips are usually in silence, but its a comfortable silence between them. Karver took in the scenery of each location while Scout merely stays a steady head, steering along to where they should go. But today was different because today the multifaceted human Shumi has questions.
Lately Imari has been feeling - well, not so much feeling but waking up with another part of himself very much awake as well. But don't get him wrong, he's very capable of handling it but that's the problem - it! He's never heard any Shumi conversation lean towards sex or pleasure of any kind. He's become curious to know about it. He knows that they're an entire tribe of men, but should that mean that they can't like each other in the sense, or at least help one another out so that it doesn't come to degrading oneself.
The amnesiac bundled the collar of the robe about his neck when they reached the cave. It always gets colder in inclosed places. Their lanterns are already lit, glowing bright enough to create light and shadows throughout the cavern. Karver once thought that if someone were to see them in the distance they might look pretty frightening all dressed and covered heads, with a large yellow bird beneath them, and those big hats on their heads to cover them farther. The Shumis are very secretive about their looks and don't like to flash themselves around very much. So Imari has adapted to that as well. He won't willingly show his face to anyone, and keeps his hands mostly covered by the long sleeves of his robe. And other times he'll just shove the sleeves back to his elbows for some contact with the sun - he's gotten very pale. If that's abnormal to him at all. He honestly doesn't have a clue. It's weird to not be aware of oneself, to not know anything about you or whom you were when you were that person. He kind of wished that someone would tell him something more than a few discarded pieces of clothing.
Trying to think about it, he's alerted to the present by Pal's soft churling in his ear. "Sorry about that, its keeps happening sometimes." He says to the bird. Remembering that he had a question, he leaned forward trying to meet Scout's eye. "Scout, can I ask you a question?"
"Yes." Answers the man.
"I've been waking up some mornings with..." He trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.
"With?" Scout pushed.
"With um..." He felt a blush at his ears, luckily the cold could be accused for the redening of them. He'd really rather talk to Medic about this as he feels closer to the man - plus, he's a healer so that helps. He might have something to keep it from happening or at least naturally going away. "Some problems."
"What problems?"
"You're not making this easy." Imari mumbled mostly to himself.
"Scout's not doing anything but waiting on what you have to ask."
The self conscious chuckled, guilty of making himself uncomfortable. "Its just that some mornings I have to... sort of... assist myself to get rid of a certain problem, you see."
"What problem?" He repeats.
"I get erections." He spat out bluntly, kicking himself for it all the same.
Scout seemed to hear that but made no real response to it. "Well, what about it?"
"I just was kind of wondering because I have to..." He swallows hard. "pleasure myself to get rid of them; I wanted to know if, y'know, you and the others have the same problem?"
"And how is this a problem?"
"It's kind of gross, empty, and creepy."
"Has Karver thought of just peeing it out?"
Karver could have fell from his saddle over from that statement. "Its not so easy to just do that."
"Well, then may Scout suggest becoming shameless in pleasuring yourself."
"But see, that brings me to another question... you and the others.. have you ever been... well, intimate with each other or are you monks?"
This time it was Scout who wanted to fall over from both laughter and embarrassment. A deep flush spread across his face. "Scout can't say that he had, or ever had thought about it. Maybe someone in the village has, though I would have no way of knowing."
"Is that all right?"
"Scout doesn't know, Karver will just have to ask Elder of it."
"I see." He scratched his chin.
They go quiet again. The trip through the cave brought them to Bika and they make their way to the train tracks hidden away along a path to a bridge that leads to Fisherman's Horizon. Imari wondered if they'd get there by sun up; he loves being in the midst of town, all the people roaming about talking to each other. He loves being in crowds. The tribe is filled with Shumis of all kinds - though he used to think he'd never be able to tell them apart, nevermind the similar names thing, but as time went on they all took on distinctive things about them. He now knows exactly whom he's speaking to, whether there be two Sculptors or twelve.
Scout cleared his throat to get the human tribe member's, rose smelling, attention. "Has Karver had anyone in mind for his desired intimacy?"
Cocking a brow, Karver put on an amused smirk. Scout can be so uptight sometimes, which made it too fun to mess with him. "Well, there is someone" He lied. "A short guy, about your height to be exact ...he's good with traps and smart with the land. Kinda guy that makes a constant pout, and often chooses not to talk when there's a whole world of things that he'd like to say. That's the guy - do you know him?"
The Shumi blushed a deeper red than that of their brilliant Moomba form. It's so obvious that Karver is speaking about him. Straightening his back he says dryly. "Karver is foolish in affection then, because a certain someone like that has no interest. No matter how curious he may become." Snapping the reigns a little harder he pushed the bird's speed.
Laughing, he snaps his reigns as well to catch up. "And that scar on his cheek, talk about sexy!"
The Shumi about teleported out of there, he wanted to get away from the situation so badly. What is wrong with this guy? Did he harass his former comrades this way?
"Will you relax? I was only joking." Imari laughed a little more. "You should learn a few jokes, lighten your mood sometime."
"Scout's mood is just as it should be. Slacking gets you into danger. One must always be alert."
"Yessir. I'm very alert, nothing gets past Imari Karver." He smiled sweetly earning another blush from his companion, who'd chose the wrong time to glance at him.
Truth is, Scout has sort of liked spending this personal time with Karver. All the other Shumi in the Tribe speak so kindly and highly of him, referring him to the great Laguna Loire in comparison an outsider presence in the village. He was sort of curious all the time, and then recently getting one-on-ones with him, he can see why everyone is taken with the accepting the amnesiac. He's nice and attentive. But to think of such a thing as gaining pleasure from one another, its unheard of!
"Don't you love sunrise - I mean, its got nothing on sunset, but its pretty nice, too."
"Its nice."
"Mhm." Looking on ahead he asked. "It's the right turn, right?"
"Yes, go on that way." Scout says when he realized that he's slowed down and been passed.
"Let's get some speed going; I'll race you!" He called over his shoulder already speeding away.
"Karver always does this." The Shumi rolled his large black eyes but speeds up as well.
The bridge hovering over the water has train tracks running along it and a trail for birds and cars. An hour later the two travelers end up outside of Timber, dismounting from the Chocobos; the large birds laid down to wait patiently. After unloading the items they've brought with them, the pair enter the town. The men and women walking about often whisper when they see the Shumis come through, because of their need to cover up most of the time. Its strange being whispered about, but at the same time it feels kind of exciting being the focal point of attention.
"Scout, do you think we can stop for something to eat here?" Asks the hungry delivery man. "I've been dying for a bacon sandwich, I'll treat you."
"Scout does not eat meat - here's the shop." He states after checking the address.
Entering the shop behind him, Karver continued his pestering for something guilty to eat. "I know you don't, they have all kinds of things to eat, though. ...You can get a veggie omelette - no wait, that's meat too, isn't it?"
"We have a duty first, we can discuss eateries afterwards." Ringing the bell on the counter with his large yellow hand he waits quietly while watching his companion beside him.
"Well it's the happy delivering men from the Shumi tribe!" Greets the store owner, arms spread wide as if he's going to hug them by dragging them over the counter. "Come to the back, we can get a good look at everything there." He waved them over to where he's going.
Walking around to the side of the desk the two pass through a swinging door then cross behind the desk to a tiny room in back where the store owner is.
"My nephew will set these things up in the store," Explained the owner. "so you don't have to worry about that. I just need to check that the order is correct, right?"
"And sign here." Informed Imari holding out a clipboard with a piece of paper attached to it.
Emptying the contents of the sacks the owner checked through the order he's made. Tiny cars and wooden statues litter the table, a few mini stone carved statues are among the items, but the thing the man is most impressed with is the eleven car train, beautifully crafted by the hidden Shumi-human, that's hand painted in such a way it would be a shame to make it out to be just some toy when it should sit upon a shelf for adoration.
"You do beautiful work. You should expand your business - make it so that every town has a shop with your works in it. You'd make a killing." He looked at the two with a twinkle in his brown eyes.
"We are but a humble tribe. Money is a necessary, but we do not worship it. Thank you for your business. Good day." Scout bows before exiting.
"You're welcome." Imari shrugged; reclaiming the clipboard and carrying sacks, he stated. "See you next order."
"Of course. Say... young man!"
"Hm?"
"...Forgive my rudeness but you're human, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
Nodding, the man is compelled to ask. "You live with them, the men of the Shumi tribe?"
"Mhm."
"Were you born there?"
"No. I just sort of fell into it." Literally. He fell against the dome and staggered or was dragged away from it to near the beach.
Wanting nothing more in the matter the man nods to bid Karver a farewell.
Tipping the brim of his wide hat he leaves the store.
Waiting patiently, once his companion is outside Scout asked. "You said something about a breakfast?"
Grinning, Karver pats his shoulder. "Thanks, I owe you one."
"Forget about it; let's just get it quickly and get on our way back to the village."
"All right. Come this way." He leads them to a restaurant not far from the man's shop.
It serves coffee and bagels filled with sweet cheeses or fruits, savories and other things. Outside smelled luring, but inside would beckon you to locate a hiding hole and just live in the rich aromas of coffee and dough, savories and sweets.
"We can get something for everyone." The human Shumi took a deep whiff of the air inside the shop. "Smells so good in here." He removed his hat smoothing out his irritatingly long hair. He's been meaning to ask one of the tribe members to cut it for him, but hasn't gotten around to it. Living there can be very fulfilling as far as things to do, but he never really gets a moment for small talk some days. So when he has questions he's often so distracted he forgets to ask. Placing his hat back atop his head he walked over to the counter. "Excuse me, can we have an order of... I'm not sure, twenty cinnamon rolls and one bacon, egg, and cheese bagel to go?"
"Of course." Says the woman with a smile to them before she loads up a box with the pastries. "I saw you just then, when you removed your hat... Have I seen you before?"
"You might have, we've been here once before making deliveries."
The woman smacked a hand to her head. "That must be it then." Though her gaze lingers on his slightly hidden face a moment. She's sure she's seen him but it wasn't recent - at least, she doesn't think so. "Enjoy, and have a nice day."
"We will, thank you." Taking the box he hands it to Scout in order to eat his order as they head back out of the village.
"You should have spoke to the woman a little longer, you may know her from your former life."
"I'm not reincarnated." Imari says dryly. "I have amnesia; and if she remembered me, she'd remember me better than asking if she'd seen me before." He shrugged out his hand. "I could have stopped by here maybe once or twice back then, but I can't remember it now. Besides, I like my life with you guys. You're not trying to get rid of me or something, are you?"
"No."
"Alright." Taking a bite of his sandwich he has a satisfied smile on his face. He can taste every bit of the bite as he's had nothing but what the land gives him to eat for months. The eggs are just right, dry, the bacon has fat on it just as he likes it, and the cheese, white - not cheddar like it normally was allmelded together to make it a greasy, grateful, bite. Very nice touch. "You should try some." He says after a third bite of food.
"No, thank you."
"Just a bite. I won't tell anyone."
Scout laughed.
Snickering, Imari says. "So that you'll laugh at, but my jokes are no good to you?"
"It's just funny to me that trying to make someone do something to show they've got your friendship."
"That's not what I was doing. I'm just saying its all right to have some meat, if its just between us?" After saying that he slaps a hand to his hand. "Damn, what you said is what I sound like, isn't it? I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Karver is a good person, we Shumi know that." He felt the need then to remind his companion. And we do have chickens for eggs."
Duh, the cake. Karver slapped his forehead. "And you guys are good, too... Which is why I hope you understand it when I say that I'm thinking about leaving the tribe."
"Is this bacon really that good?"
Imari laughed heartily giving his companion a shove. "That's the spirit." He says to the Shumi's joke. "Bacon is good, but no.. I think it's just time for me to spread my wings and see how I do out there myself. Make something new for me."
"I can understand, we had an Artisan leave us many years ago for a friend of his that lives in Fisherman's Horizon."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhm. Do you think that ...maybe it could be because of sexual feelings?"
Karver shrugged. "Maybe they're just really close, and he wanted to be around him a lot longer. I don't know if sex or even romantic love has anything to do with it."
"Mm." Intones Scout thoughtfully.
"I'll miss you guys."
"Is it good to be missed?"
"I think so. It means someone is thinking about you - and its not like I'll be gone-gone, I'm still gonna come in to work; I'll just be commuting to Winter Island."
"I see." He climbed onto his bird. "Elder is the one you will have to tell these words to then. He will tell you if you can go."
Karver wasn't sure of it, but as he got onto his bird he thought he'd seen the uptight, business-like, sometimes moody scouter tear up. Nah. Maybe it was just the trick of the light or something.
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