Author's Note: Another contribution to the Mirai Nikki series. Enjoy.
Summary: He had waited an eternity for this moment. Yukise.
Disclaimer: I do not own Mirai Nikki.
Just One Moment
Created By: x-LittleMissAlice-x
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"Another touch, another breath. Please, just one more moment."
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He had dreamed of this moment for an eternity...
The enchanting glittering of the stars looked even more beautiful reflected in Akise's eyes - their surfaces as clear as the night sky itself as they gazed into his own. Long white eyelashes adorned the red hue of his irises as they narrowed, staring at him fondly - no, tenderly; a warmth and adoration so strong, so intense the pit of his stomach bubbled with heat. A soft mitten tugged on his own, prompting him closer.
Yes, he had been waiting for this...
His nerves jittered, heart thudded as he scooted on the wooden park bench, closer to him. His legs trembled, quaking with such an intensity he barely moved a few inches.
There was another pull on his hand, more insistent this time. The curl of Akise's lips formed a small, amused smile.
"Closer."
The thumping in his chest raced faster.
"B-but..."
An eternity. Yes, an eternity...
Gracefully, easily Akise slid, closing the gap between them. Yukiteru's arm twitched. Their thighs brushed. The mitten intertwined with his own clasped tighter.
"Don't tell me you're nervous."
His cheeks, already flushed pink from the frigid air, deepened to a light red.
"O-of course not!"
The albino's breathy chuckle created a puff of air. "Then you won't mind if I move closer."
Akise arched forward tentatively; Yukiteru's body froze, straight and rigid. A hand trailed up his wool sweater, slowly - ever so slowly - caressing his stomach, his chest, his collarbone, and finally the side of his neck. His blue eyes squeezed shut, arms emitting a tiny tremble as his touch moved higher. The warmth of Akise's bare fingertips, mitten no longer on his hand, caressed his cheek.
"Please look at me."
Hesitantly, Yukiteru's blue eyes fluttered open, and those eyes - those beautiful, clear eyes - were so close to his own. The tips of their noses grazed. Their breaths mingled.
So close. He was so close...
"Don't look away," he murmured, the soft whisper tickling his face. Yukiteru's head bobbed numbly, his wet tongue swiping nervously over his lips.
Akise's eyes slid to a close. Leaning in, his warm fingers cradled Yukiteru's chin. Yukiteru watched, mesmerized, as he moved closer; heart pounding, body frozen until a pair of soft lips met his own.
It was happening. Finally, it was happening...
The kiss was soft and slow, sweet - everything he had ever wanted, everything he had ever dreamed of.
In yet...
He felt nothing.
There wasn't a spark that suddenly coursed throughout his entire body. He didn't feel searing heat pumping in his blood, a sudden rush flowing through his veins, or helpless butterflies fluttering excitedly in the pit of his stomach.
Instead, his heart tightened painfully, and his body felt as frigid as the falling snow.
He just felt... cold, so very cold.
He felt even colder when Akise whispered against his lips:
"I love you."
Yukiteru's stomach knotted.
He could always delude himself, convince himself this was the real thing...
He didn't realize he was crying until Akise's fingertips brushed his tears away.
"What's wrong, Creator-san?"
His heart leapt in his throat and died there.
But this wasn't Akise. He would never be Akise.
Their eyes were the same vermilion hue; their hair was the same shade of white, the same white as the snowflakes descending from the sky; even the gentle rumble of their voice: it was all the same. But he didn't feel the same.
The stars were fake. The snow was fake. This Akise Aru was fake.
Everything was nothing more than a cheap imitation of what used to be, of what used to exist.
As God he had created this moment a thousand times, relived it with copy after copy for an eternity.
But, no matter how many Akise's he made, or how many times he created the stars to imitate their once brilliant shine, it would never be the same.
The real Akise Aru was dead. He would never come back...
Yukiteru would give anything to have just one moment with the real Akise Aru.
Angst much?
Anyway, think of this as you will. Let me know if you liked this piece. As always, criticism is appreciated.
If this story reaches 8 or more reviews, I will create another oneshot for this series.
That's all then. Have a lovely evening.
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