Even though it has been a year since my last AG fic but the prospect of this pairing is too intriguing for me to leave alone. I don't own as always!
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His right eye is covered, the eye patch is securely in place and all he, he as in Akito of course because the Agito hiding behind the eye patch has more taste than that, and that is referring to the man with the wings larger than anyone has the courage to imagine. All Akito can see is Ikki as he rambles on and on of flying and freedom, that innocently naïve smile daunting his lips.
It really is sort of strange. When his left eye is covered, Ikki is nothing but another loud mouth idiot. Rather the gold tint to his eye will stare at the man who is here one moment and gone the next, the one burning a faint trail on the ground.
The one that has scorched the tiniest marking on his mind.
Kazu, who barely exists with that pale complexion and almost white blonde strands beneath the beanie.
The wheels of their ATs scratch the concrete ground, leaving behind marks almost as distinct as the fingerprints on their fingertips. He is a figure, glowing pale against the dark of the sky, a dribble of sweat trailed down his neck, almost glistening in the hazy orange glow of the street lamps.
"What am I doing wrong?"
He stops to take a breath of the still night air. And he pants as his heart races against his bones, a loud boom-boom-boom that nearly snuffs out his thoughts. He can feel the grinding of the wheels against the ground and the lungful of air he is gasping in as the world slows down right before his eyes.
Kazu tries again, not really expecting an answer.
"What am I doing wrong?"
Agito lifts his gaze from the cracks in the streets to glance at the boy with that infamous hoodie as he reluctantly parts his lips, like this is a chore not worth his time. And speaks up.
"Everything."
Kazu lets out a frustrated sigh and runs a hand through his pale locks that seem to glow beneath the light. "That doesn't help much."
"It's not my fault you can't do anything right." He shrugs his shoulders and looks down at his nails. It is strange, just a bit; in the way he treats the subject of interest that has taken up the entire half of his mind.
"Agito."
He looks up once again at the call of his name. And their eyes meet in a stern stare down to push the other into the ground, to shove dirt into the other's mouth and make them taste bitter defeat and the glory of a win that doesn't belong to him. Kazu continues, brushing his will to strike back at the challenge. "I don't trust you."
Oh. Ouch. It feels like a pinprick to his heart.
"But I do believe in you."
That has Agito swallowing the insult that is ready to slip off of his tongue because those words have made him pause and stare. Agito doesn't understand and he raises a brow in a skeptical stare at the boy with the wavering shadow. "…Aren't they the same thing?"
"Of course not." Kazu is smiling now and beneath the glow of the streetlamp, it seems so much more radiant than he would have thought. "So teach me how to fly."
"...Fucking prick."
Agito spits out with a feral smirk twisting at his lips and then he is taking off, beneath the street lamp that flickers, casting shadows against the pavement.
There is none of the agitation he is accustomed to.
The smirk softens.
And the wind that follows after him feels different, it is fast and it is picking up speed as they go.
XXX Kuro
Agito is such a tsuntsuntsundere.