You know when quiet people get angry, shit is about to happen. So I was thinking along the line when an emotionless person gets emotional, it'll be interesting and it's so Akashi-ish & that is how this fic is born. Another reason is this is dedicated to Redacka.
That one time, Kise was woken up at ungodly hour by loud banging on his front door combined with the annoying buzzing of doorbell. The blond thought his building was on fire so he quickly woke up but couldn't smell any smoke in the air or hear any scream. Knowing that his life was safe, he breathed out a sigh of relief. The banging and buzzing didn't stop though and they were getting more annoying now. Kise grabbed his phone, the screen shown 4:00 am, he cursed internally. Who the hell is this person at my door right now will get it from me. It's fucking 4 in the morning!
Angrily swinging the door open, Kise made a point to use his most hostile voice, "What?!" and instantly regretted it upon seeing who it was. Standing in front of him was Akashi Seijuurou. The blond could see his pajama pants peeking out underneath his (expensive) long coat. His normally prefect red hair was messy looking like he just gotten out of bed. Well, judging from the pajama pants, that possibility was high. All of these were a surprise to Kise, it was not like everyday he got to see a not-so-perfect Akashi. But what surprised him the most were the redhead's eyes, they were red from crying.
"Akashichii, are you…what's wrong?" Kise moved closer cupping both sides of Akashi's cheeks in his palms. The smaller male grabbed the blond's hands and pressed them closer to his face. The expression he wore was unreadable but it wasn't like Kise could ever read Akashi, it was always the other way round. A gust of cold wind blew by, the copycat player figured out it wouldn't be good standing outside at 4am on a winter morning; he pulled Akashi in the apartment and closed the door. Akashi then hugged Kise tightly and buried his face in the blond's chest. It was rare to see such display of affection from Akashi so Kise was taken aback. Not saying he wasn't enjoying this. He then half dragged, half carried his boyfriend who still had his head buried in his chest and his arms wrapped around his waist back into his bedroom. Kise flopped on the bed with Akashi still clinging to him on-top. My precious scarlet boy. Kise thought as he ran his fingers through red locks of hair.
"What happened?" The blond's voice was soft, caring and concerned.
"I had a nightmare," Akashi sat up so now he was straddling Kise at the waist and looking at him, "you were inside." He traced the outline of Kise's lips with trembling fingers. The blond placed his hands on Akashi's thighs, squeezed them gently, encouraging the redhead to go on. Gulping, Akashi opened his mouth but it took him a few minutes before he could speak.
"You…you were dead…there was so much blood, it was so real…and I couldn't stop it…I…"
Tears welled up in his eyes, his trembling fingers felt Kise's face to confirm that the person in front of him was real; that he was alive and breathing. Akashi leaned down placing sloppy kisses all over his boyfriend's face. He was still crying and Kise could taste salt in the corner of his mouth. Wiping away the tears, Kise rolled over so he was hovering above Akashi. He kissed the redhead slowly, gently and lovingly with all of his feelings and hoping Akashi would feel them. That seemed to calm the redhead down.
"Well, it's just a dream. I'm here right now, everything is fine." Pulling away, Kise brushed the hair from his boyfriend's face.
Akashi wanted to erase the image of Kise drenched in blood, he wanted to forget how useless he was unable to stop Kise from dying. He remembered his body going numb, his brain stopped working and his heart, oh his heart, it was an indescribable pain. Akashi had always thought red would look good on Kise, just like the colours of sunrise and sunset or the colours of his mismatched eyes, their colours. But this red, this blood red, it didn't suit Kise at all. It was horrible. Disgusting. Heartbreaking. He needed to do something. Anything. The red was spreading, it was everywhere. No, no, no! At this rate Kise was going to-
"Seijuurou!" Akashi sobbed. Had he been crying all this while? Why didn't the tears stop? He couldn't see Kise's face clearly like this, everything was blurry. The blond pulled him closer, rubbing circles on his back.
"Seijuurou, I'm here." He kissed his forehead.
"I'm well and alive." He kissed his left eyelid.
"I'm not going to leave you alone." He kissed his right eyelid.
"After all, I'm a clingy boyfriend." He kissed his lips.
"I love you so much." He kissed him again.
"So, so much." And again.
"Ryouta…" Akashi whispered softly, his fingers sank into blond hair, his lips responded back to Kise's kiss, his eyes looked at Kise like he was the only person that mattered. Maybe he was. On the day his dear mother passed away, Akashi cried until there wasn't any more tears. After that, nothing seemed to drive him to tears because nothing could be seen as tragic as losing his mother. But now, losing Kise was a tragedy to Akashi. And maybe that was the proof Kise Ryouta did matter and Akashi did fall too deep in love with him.
"I love you." (*) Akashi murmured into Kise's ear. When he fell asleep again, he dreamt about Kise except there was no blood this time; only two of them watching the sunset on the balcony of their house together.
(*) So here Akashi said Aishiteru intead of just normal Suki. Those who have a general knowledge about Japanese would know that one only said Aishiteru to a person who they really really love and could see themselves getting married to that person. And yes, that house in Akashi's dream is the house he and Kise would get after they are married. I just want my OTP to be happy watching sunset tgt in their lovely house and have a lot of gay babies.
