Disclaimer: Me own Furuba?! Ha! You made a funny :3
Ange: This fic has bee stuck in my head for quite awhile now so I had to write it down. Sorry for the lack of length but I'm still having trouble writing down the second part. I'm starting to really love this pairing pity there's not a lot of fics about it out there though. Enjoy the second part should be up soon but I have to update my PoT fic that I just started on before hand. Oh this will only be two chapters since I originally planned to make this a one shot.
Willing Captive
Part 1: The Capture
Kureno was careless.
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Of course that was his nature. It is who he is and it's pointless to try to change that. But around the Sohmas, around Akito he couldn't afford to be. If he was anything other than the cold and aloof perfection they all knew him to be, he suffered.
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They all suffered.
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Lately though the mask he prided himself on has been slipping. It if was possible he would like to place the blame on her. But it was all his doing and he could only find fault in himself. Quite uncharacteristic of the rooster actually. These past few weeks his thoughts have been scattered, his mind…distracted. To such an extent that even Akito has been noticing and that is never a good thing.
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It all started with that video. The one of her in all her glory shouting out her frustrations that were clearly directed towards him. Since watching it he couldn't get his mind of it, off her. Before he knew it he kept replaying it, captivated by her very essence.
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Today was no different. He was sitting there forsaking his duties if just for yet another glimpse of her splendor. So lost in the spell the video entrapped him in he didn't notice anyone enter. He didn't hear the subtly glide of the shoji door or the faint footsteps that followed. He was unconsciously deaf to the faint rustling of a kimono as it dragged over the wooden floors. He didn't register the sharp intake of breath from the intruding stranger.
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What his ears tuned out his sense of touch failed to have that same luxury. He felt a breeze of wind brush against his face as a slender hand cut through the air. Pulled from the depths of the video he both felt and saw the pale appendage violently caress his cheek, bladed nails plowing along his skin. As the throbbing gradually heightened, Kureno blinked through the biting pain. His swollen blood vessels heatedly pulsated in time with his rapid heartbeats. Kureno looked up towards the diminutive ghostly figure that towered above him.
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"Akito…" he murmured clearly shaken.
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Oh yes, Kureno had been careless.
A/N: Comment please and thankyou. Sorry again about how short it is…