Some say the colour of his hair was actually stains from the blood of those he felled. Others say he sold his soul to the devil, resulting in those heterochromatic hues.
Akashi Seijuurou only laughed when he heard those rumours, twirling the small blade in his hand as he stepped out of the room. The door softly clicked shut behind him, leaving no sign of the carnage that had just transpired. Akashi indeed had left a trail of bodies in his wake but what choice did he have? It was a life he had been living since he was a child, and he had grown far too fond of the thrill that came with spilt blood and torn flesh.
Truly a monster.
The deafening sound of a gunshot broke the peaceful silence and Akashi had barely flinched at the minor graze on his arm from the bullet. Ah, he's here.
"I knew it was Akashi-cchi from those lacerations on the body~ But stop taking my kills, it's rude!" The blond hair stood out in stark contrast to his all-black outfit and when Kise stepped forward with gun still in hand, Akashi only turned around to face him as relaxed as ever in his usual suit and tie.
"Perhaps you should have been faster then. Don't blame me for your tardiness." He offered a cold smile, yet his eyes showed a glint of familiarity and excitement that rarely ever made itself known.
They weren't rivals, per se, but they had first encountered each other by chance at a fancy party, followed by a second meeting in front of a dead man – their target – in that very same party. Since then, like a tangled red string (dyed with bright crimson blood) of fate, they continued to chance upon each other, learning about one another not through conversation but by the dead they leave behind.
Meticulous yet brutally cruel, Kise deduced when he entered his target's room, only to find the body laid out neatly on the bed with signs of a slow painful death, blood splattered everywhere except on the expensive-looking Persian rug in the middle of the room. Akashi had later reasoned that it would be a waste to stain such an exquisite carpet.
Akashi was only mildly impressed by the technique Kise used to gut his target, though more impressed with the fact that he had managed to get to Akashi's target before him, despite it only occurring on a few occasions. Equally cruel and skilled. How interesting. Each of Kise's kills were unique from the last one, and it almost seemed like he was trying out something new each time.
Each body left being became more of a show for each other than anything else, to exhibit their skills and subconsciously revealing a snippet of themselves.
"Getting rid of you would make life so much easier-ssu." With a few strides, Kise stood right in front of Akashi, the cold barrel of his gun pressed against his throat. Not that he had any advantage over the shorter assassin who held a serrated knife against his abdomen and knowing Akashi's level of skill, he could easily stab a weak point and kill him faster than he could pull the trigger.
"It would. But you know you can't." Just as Akashi finished his sentence, he felt himself being shoved against the wall with no reservations, a pair of lips eagerly pressed against his own while their free hands liberally mapped out each other's bodies, both unwilling to let go of their respective weapons. The scent of blood they carried only intensified their hunger, but fervent kisses and heated touches were still unable to satisfy their voracious appetite.
This was becoming a strange tradition of theirs, making out whenever they crossed paths. They were just satisfying their physical needs, nothing more, nothing less. Then again, with the way things were going, the tension only continued to build between them.
A sharp nip to Kise's lower lip brought him out of his hazy thoughts, golden hues watching as Akashi smeared the blood to his cheek, lips curling into a smile as they brushed over the shell of his ear. "I'm afraid we'll have to cut short our session. The police are here."
Kise let out a little growl at the interruption of the sirens, his hard-on straining uncomfortably in his leather pants. With great reluctance, he shifted his weight of Akashi and lowered his gun. It always ended up with a disruption midway and that day was no better.
"Till we meet again… Oh and don't forget to patch that up. We don't want a scar to form on that pretty skin, do we?" With a smirk and a wave, Akashi leaped out of the window with the grace of a feline, disappearing into the shadows of the night.
It was only when Akashi mentioned, that Kise realised the tear on his clothes where the blade had nicked him, a trickle of blood from the wound on his hip. What a sneak, Akashi-cchi~
Neither would admit the morbid attraction they felt for each other, but perhaps their cruel twisted fates would one day give them a chance for something more.
More KiAka _(:3_/ Maybe I'll do up the smut scene if I'm in the mood lmfao.
