I can't believe I almost forgot Akira's birthday! Shame on me! SHAME!
Summary: Akira swore he hated his birthday, but he guessed he could allow it to exist a while longer. One-shot, Akira birthday-fic.
Warning: This shall be extremely short, for I am attempting to write it in about half an hour before 4/17 is over.
Disclaimer: AlukaKaiserin does not own Samurai Deeper Kyo, nor does she own Shiseiten no Akira, to her dismay.
Birthdays
Akira swore he hated his birthday, along with the "woman" who invented it.
After all, on the first one, he was immediately attacked with several jars of sake, resulting in not-entirely-unpleasant, but extremely disconcerting fuzziness in his brain and the worst headache he had ever experienced the next morning. An entire night of partying with the Shiseiten could do that to you.
Every year it happened like that. And during his years in the desert, Akira was sure he couldn't remember ever missing that ordeal. Why would he ever miss such torment as Akari took such delight in bestowing upon him at every opportunity, and especially on April 17th?
But, he admitted, with not a small hint of annoyance, that having a birthday was something he had become accustomed to, so he supposed he could allow the barbaric ritual of partying until they dropped "in the name of Akira-chan's birthday" (yeah, right, like they needed another excuse to get roaring drunk) to exist a while longer.
He definitely hated his birthday…but maybe it was okay to have a few more before he shut down Akari's insufferable rampage.
End
Okay, I warned you it would be way short. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKIRA! No matter HOW much you "hate" it :P