Realization
Of course, everyone knows of Akito and Ikki! Well, poor Agito has been left out T-T
This is my first fanfic in FOREVER! I haven't written one up in ages. I still need to finish my other fics, hah...
If you can't figure out who's narrating, don't even bother reading. You won't get it.
I can't write the F word! D: I'm too darn goody-goody. I'll TRY! Maybe only 3 times might I use it..
Slight Ak/Ag x) Okay. A lot. XD
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"I'm not real," I said. Sitting cross-legged like a kindergartener, I stare into the rubble of the old battle site where I last battled Akira. For memory's sake, I'm wearing my old clothing. (The orange one. I won't go into describing it..) I lower my eyes into a glare. Fuck.
The orange straps dangle from my legs, hitting the stone below.
"I'll be gone," Hardly any more audible than a whisper, my breath formed into gas in front of my face. It was gone in an instant. I held back tears. Crying was not an option. Crying was not a way out of bad situations. The great Agito never cries. Oh, who gives a damn?
The tears flowed from my eyes. Gritting my teeth angrily, I wiped away the tears. I dangle my legs again, listening to the soft clinking of metal on stone. Clink, clink, clink.
Fangs. The Fang King. I was the Fang King. I am the Fang King. I dominate. Yet, I'll be gone. Without a trace. Nothing left. Just plainly, simply, gone.
"Fuck," I said into the dark depths of the damaged battle arena. It echoed.
Will I be remembered? Will anyone care if I'm gone? Will anyone remember me as Fang King? Most importantly, will anyone remember me as a friend?
"I will," A voice inside me spoke up. I sat up straight. Akito?
"Have you been listening to me...?" I said, absentmindedly touching the eye-patch covering my left eye. Covering the part of me that was real.
"Yes, I'm sorry.. Agito, you shouldn't think of such things," Akito said in a soothing tone. I sniffled.
"And it's okay to cry," he smiled. I laughed. Fuck.
"You don't know what it's like.." I said. ".. to be fake." I lay down on my back.
"You're not fake," he said. Thanks for trying... I shake my head in disagreement. I sigh, smiling. Closing my eyes, I can see myself talking to Akito, sitting.
What troubles me is what's between us.
A solid, silver gate.
I can't cross it and no one has a key. I feel trapped, imprisoned, fake. We sat, staring at each other.
"Agito," he said. He gripped the gate. I looked at him, staring into his eyes. "Please, don't feel bad. You're real. You're as real as me." He reached out, touching my cheek. I leaned against the gate, its cold silver chilling me cheek.
"Don't try to make me feel better. It's useless. You know as much as I do that I wasn't born in a way like you were. I'm…not real. Never was and never will be." Then, Akito did the last thing I ever would have expected.
He kissed me on the cheek.
My chilled cheek suddenly grew warm as I pulled back. My eyes widened in shock as he smiled gently. My hand automatically brushed my cheek.
"Akito?" I inquired. He let go of the bars. Akito lowered his head. His identical-to-mine blue hair shadowed his face. I could still see a smile playing across his lips.
"I love you," he whispered, almost inaudible to my ears. My eyes almost widened in surprise. A knot formed in my chest and suddenly I felt it was hard to breath. My heart raced.
"I love you too," I said without thinking. His head snapped up and he looked at me with an expression of embarrassment, shyness, and curiosity. Then, a brilliant smile lit up his face.
"Oh, Agito!" and he threw his arms around me as best as he could. I was frozen from my outburst. Again, without thinking, my arms wrapped around his body. We embraced for a long time until Akito leaned back. I yearned to hold him a little longer.
"You're so cute when you make that look, Agito!" he said with the sweetest smile. I felt my face grow hot. Then, I remembered to breath. Then, with my best try at a smirk, I said one word.
"Fuck!"
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NO FLAMES D:
Thank you 3
-Kyuuket