Hi there again, my children~! It's time for C&P's next chapter~! And well, this is 12th chapter, so the next one will be the last one... But now, just read the chapter, ok~? x'3
That day was nice and sunny. The birds were singing and the sun warmed the prison yard. The prisoners spent their time happily outside. Some of them were playing football, while others were discussing their own experiences, or chatting about the weather.
Yashiro was sitting alone under the tree, in the shade and shelter from the sun. He had been invited to play football, and some prisoners had come to talk with him, but in the end the youngster was left alone. He wasn't, in fact, interested about anything at the moment. Couple of days ago those people in blues had told him about his time of execution. Little by little the boy had begun to feel that he really didn't do anything in this world anymore.
Kuroh was standing near the door, watching the prisoners. All of them seemed to have something to do. However, at the same time his gaze wandered to that white-haired boy who was sitting alone. He felt how his heart skipped a beat or two. It hurt him to see that boy in a state like that. For a while he wanted just to run to the younger, and wrap his arms around him and pull him in a warm, comforting hug. But he couldn't do it. No, he shouldn't. Quickly he shifted his gaze elsewhere, and shook his head. At the same time he started to walk slowly around the yard, telling himself that it would be just a normal, basic check. However, before he realized, he was standing in front of that whitenette.
"What do you want?", the whitenette said quietly, without raising his gaze to that samurai. Kuroh sighed, and wrenched the younger up from the ground, pulling him then against that tree, pressing his lips against the younger's owns, calling him into a deep, hungry kiss. Yashiro's eyes flew open, staring at that executioner with confusion and tried to push the older boy away. But Kuroh didn't let him to do it. He pressed himself closer to the younger, deepening their kiss, using his tongue, and broke it only when he realized that the other couldn't breathe any longer. They stared at each other for a while, until Kuroh pressed his lips against Shiro's neck, biting it hungrily, causing the younger one to shake under him.
"Ahn.. Ku-Kuroh.. Please, stop… I don't want to!", Yashiro said, and finally kicked older boy with his knee. Kuroh let out a surprised grunt, and walked backwards few steps, holding his stomach, gasping for breath. Whitenette looked at samurai angrily at first until he realized what he had done. Yashiro rushed to his lover, and tears began to fill his eyes.
"Forgive me, Kuroh… I didn't mean it.. I just.. I'm sorry.", Shiro said, crying, and hugging the older boy. Kuroh looked up, seeing the younger one's face, and hummed softly. Then he just wrapped his arms around the whitenette, hugging him.
"It's ok, Shiro. It doesn't matter.", the blacknette said, a small smile on his lips and then he pressed a light kiss on his beloved's forehead. Yashiro calmed down a bit, he wasn't crying anymore. He looked up at his lover, and smiled slightly. Then he wrapped his arms around Kuroh's neck. Kuroh smiled, and then he gently pressed his lips against Shiro's owns. Then he licked the younger child's lower lip, and Yashiro opened his mouth slightly, letting samurai's tongue into his mouth. Kuroh continued his smile, and the younger let his eyes shut, when Kuroh began to caress his body. Kuroh felt how people gathered around them, watching them, but he didn't care. He was bored to those formalities. He wanted to break the routine. And besides, he would kill that boy, so there wasn't anything bad in it if they were kissing in front of others.
Yashiro felt that tree again against his back, and that how Kuroh pressed his knee against his crotch made him whimper. Whitenette pulled the older one even closer, deepening their kiss, even if it was difficult to him to breathe. But it wasn't a problem to him. After all, he was going to die, so why not to choke in their kiss, and fall into his lover's arms?
Kuroh slid his other hand under Yashiro's shirt, caressing his pale skin. Whitenette's body shivered from the contact, and still he tried desperately deepen their kiss even more.
Kuroh felt how other's grip of him started to loose, and slowly Shiro's hands fell down from blackentte's shoulders. Kuroh broke their kiss in confusion, and stared at Shiro. Color disappeared from samurai's face.
"Shiro! Oi, Shiro! What happened?! Shiro! Shiro!", Kuroh started to shake the younger, and shouted his name. However that white-haired prisoner was completely limp. Tears welled up in the eyes of executioner. His legs gave up, and he let himself drop on the ground, Yashiro in his arms, still limp. No, this couldn't be true..no, this couldn't happen to him.
No, not like this. Not now. Why? WHY?!
..this kind of stuff this time ;'D And no, I'm not cruel..I just have a kinda unique imagination x'D
So, see ya all at next week, at the same time~!
Oh, and I'm going to publish one omake of this story at Christmas, so be sure that you can come and read it~ x'3