AN:
SO. This will eventually be a series of AkuRoku Drabbles. Hopefully. We'll see. XD
I'm using this to play with different styles of writing, so don't expect to see anything consitent style-wise at least. I hope you guys like them. If you do, be sure to thank my algebra class for being boring and making me write stuff.

You know the drill. None of this belongs to me. I just borrowed the characters and played with them for awhile. : D

Constructive criticism is loved, appreciated, and wanted. I don't claim to be a great writer and I'm always looking for ways to improve.

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"Where were you?"

A beat.
A moment of hesitation that clashed horribly with the vacant expression on the boy's face.

"Why does it matter?" The words oozed thickly from his mouth, like he wasn't sure his voice belonged to him.
"Because I was worried about you," A natural response. One more honest than most of what the red head deemed appropriate for the untainted ears of his companion.

Blue eyes flashed up at him in an instant. "No you weren't."

The taller of the two stared, bemused. "Oh really? Then by all means, tell me what I was." Arms folded heavily over his chest, clumps of red that framed his face fell fluttered forward as he leaned his head closer, expectant.

"You just didn't want to get your ass kicked if I didn't come back."
"I knew you'd come back," Honest. True. Hesitant. Unsure.
"One day I won't come back," Honest. True. Confident. Unabashed.
"Then I'll look for you." Green met blue, but blue showed no sign of backing down.

A beat. A breath.

"Don't."

The red head scoffed, standing up straight as a sharp grin twisted his features. "Too bad. You don't get a say, Thirteen," Eyes locked on tight, voice dripping with mocking authority.

A beat. A pause. A moment of hesitation. The vacant expression was gone, but he didn't know what it had been replaced with.

"Why did you call me that?"
The grin dropped. "Call you what?" Brows furrowed. The look was still there.
"Thirteen."
Shoulders slumped and shrugged. "I dunno. It seemed appropriate."
The frustratingly unidentified look vanished. "Bastard."

His grin returned and he received a pointed glare for it.

"You're adorable when you're pissed off."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are. C-U-T-E."
"Shut up."
"No, I don't think I will."

The boy's glare hardened, annoyed. "Why the hell do you need to spell everything out?"
"Because it's the only way to get things through that thick head of yours."
"I'd understand you just fine if you said cute."
"Nah, you're stubborn, gotta feed each letter into your head or else you won't pay attention. Besides it adds emphasis. E-M-P-H-A"

The blonde was almost gaping, incredulous. "What?"

"-S-I-S. And it pisses you off. And you're cute as hell when you're-"
"I'm not stubborn."
The grin spread wider and a gloved finger rose accusingly. "L-I-A-R. Liar."

It was back. That look.

The smile fell with a crash.
"I'm leaving."
The boy turned and his voice dropped to a whisper.
"I'll look for you."

There was no hesitation.

"Don't."