Well, I've reading lots of stories of Ban and Akabane and here's my small contribution. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't owe Get bakckers.
The sky is clouded. It could be said that it's already winter: the wind caress his face as he walks. Where is he going? It doesn't matter at all, he's just wandering. He can't deny he doesn't like the weather. He feels specially identified with it, because he doesn't know other: all his days have been a long winter.
He sits in a bank, sick of watching how the same scene is infinitely repeated: no matter where he looks at, people is always running, hoping to find anyone who fills the hole we all born with. But he – at least is what he thinks – it's not like them. He isn't scared with loneliness: she's painted his soul since the beginning. "Why do human beings avoid themselves?" – he thinks – "the worst that can happen to them is realizing that, beneath the mask of love and affection, there's only emptiness". That's why he kill, only death force people to face solitude.
The more he thought of that, the more amused he was. So he didn't realize someone was sitting right next to him. He became aware of his presence because of the smoke of his cigarette. It was Midou Ban.
For some reason, Ban wasn't disgusted with the idea of sharing the same place with Akabane. As well as he, Ban was straying in the city. Today he was reminding his past: it was dark, directionless… until he met Ginji. But, although he feel good by the side of his beloved friend, there was something he can't share whit him.
Akabane noticed Ban sitting with him. At the beginning, he was impressed with Ban's presence, but quickly it was replaced with the boredom that was so dear to him.
- Good morning, dear Midou – kun. It's a great pleasure to have you here – said Akabane politely. Ban only nodded.
- Where is Ginji – kun? I thought you both were involved in some risky work.
- Actually, we're resting after the last successful mission we've been involved in – lied Ban.
- Oh, I see. I'm glad you've survived. Imaging how boring my life would be if someone kills the both of you – and as Akabane was saying that, four scalpels were coming from his had.
- Wanna play? – said Ban , preparing for battle
- As you wish…
While fighting, loneliness disappeared. Both share the same desire of blood… and they couldn't hide it when they're close to each other. After all, darkness falls upon everyone's shoulders.