A short KinMaki story that I wrote when the idea hit me. This is set in the future when they're approximately 24 years old. Kinjou is visiting Makishima in England. I hope you'll enjoy it!

Names

"…shima…kishima!…Makishima!"

"Makishima!"

He heard his name before anything else. Groggily, he tried to focus his senses on that voice, blinking his eyes open slowly.

Why was he lying on the floor again?

Suddenly, a face came into focus, hovering right above him.

"…Kinjou?" He finally placed after blinking a few more times. The former Souhoku captain sagged with obvious relief. "Makishima," he breathed again, "you're unhurt."

He frowned at the undisguised raw emotion in the voice. This wasn't like Kinjou, so open with his concern.

"Of course I am." He joked. Then he realized there must be a reason why his former captain was so worried. He tried to remember but drew a blank. "What happened?"

"There was an explosion. The subway collapsed." Kinjou explained softly. "I tried to shield you from it, but you hit your head and I…I thought…"

Suddenly the slightly younger man leaned down and embraced him in a tight hug, shocking him at first. He then carefully hugged back, not able to do much else from his position pinned under the heavier man.

"Hey." He reassured with a small chuckle, "Hey, I'm okay."

Kinjou made a small grunt, telling him that he had been heard. Nevertheless he didn't let go.

They stayed like that for a while, drawing strength from each other's presence.

Then Kinjou said something. It was spoken so softly that he had almost missed it, but once he heard it he knew it wasn't misheard.

"Yuusuke."

His eyes widened in surprise. Before he could respond, however, Kinjou relaxed against him and continued quietly, "I love you."

There was a short silence as he considered how to reply. Then he did the only thing he knew how to do in a situation like this. He joked.

"What's gotten into you, Kinjou?" He let out a small laugh, "This isn't like you."

When he didn't receive a reply he laughed a little louder. "Oi, Kinjou, you're crushing me down here."

Still no response. He frowned.

"Kinjou?" He asked, finally pushing himself up on his elbows. The man in question was still leaning heavily against his chest.

"Kin-"

The name died on his lips, because he saw it. He saw, over Kinjou's shoulder, what had been hidden from his sight before.

An ugly, twisted metal rod was embedded in Kinjou's lower back. A growing red stain was clearly visible against his white polo shirt.

"Kinjou." He choked out. Grabbing the unresponsive man by the shoulders, he began shaking him. "Oi, Kinjou?"

As the man remained limp, he felt his stomach twist with growing panic. Then he recalled his words from moments before.

"I tried to shield you from it."

No. No, this wasn't happening. Kinjou didn't take the rod for him. He couldn't have.

"Kinjou!" He called again, desperation seeping into his voice as his shakes became a little more forceful. He became keenly aware that the bespectacled man was pale, much too pale for his complexion.

"Yuusuke."

This was the first time he called him by his first name. It was not supposed to be his last.

"Kin…" this time the name trailed off into a sob. He stopped shaking him, and instead hugged the man's head tightly to his chest. He gritted his teeth, able to feel the body grow colder beneath his arms.

"I love you."

He screamed.

"Shingo!"

To be continued

I'm sorry? QwQ

I promise this isn't the end. I'm planning the second part out and I also promise that no one dies. Keep a look out for the second part.

I'm also sorry that I used the British subway as a plot device. I'm sure they don't collapse that often, if at all. QwQ