Story: Taste of Love
Author: MikoAkako
Beta: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Death
Pairing(s): Near/Gevanni
Word count: 207
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.
Summary: x. Breathe. You need to breathe.
Breathe
The members of the SPK milled about the room, waiting for their next assignment. Despite their seemingly random placement, the lodestone of their movements was a small boy with white hair and hands that couldn't stay still. They moved around him, never invading his space but almost oblivious to his presence. He was manipulating dolls, mumbling under his breath in a constant stream that no one could quite catch the gist of. One man stood alone, arms crossed and dark hair shielding his eyes. He alone seemed to see the white youth. The day wore on, with people coming and going but the white boy and the dark man stayed the same. As the time ticked to nightfall, everyone left except those two. The boy took no notice, still talking to his toys. When the clock shone midnight, the dark man left his perch and was kneeling beside the younger man and caught the constantly moving hands with his own. "You need to stop, Near," He whispered, shifting both the smaller hands into one of his own and using his free hand to push a lock of white hair out of his face. "You need to breathe. Forget about Kira and L for a moment. Just breathe."
