Drabble No. 52! Please read and review ^.^!

Thank you all kindly for your suggestions of words! I have them all penned down, with ideas written next to them already! Great inspiration; again, Thank You!

These are in regard to the true riots in London right now.


'Soldier'

The small hut was ablaze, smoke becoming the dais of their home. Misaki was crouched, coughing in a corner of their one room abode. Some distant, scarlet light flowed through a window along with the ashy vapours, like blood trickling through gravel. It stung and scratched Misaki's throat to no end and with a great heave, he ducked his head between his knees as a terrific boom came from the closed door. Were the vandals back again?

A rectangle of white light formed itself at the corner of the darkness behind Misaki's eyes and, curious, he opened his eyes. Water leaked from his eyes the second he did and a blurry figure appeared at the now open doorway. Misaki rubbed his eyes, gasping before he caught a much clearer impression.

It was a man, in a green, fitted uniform, a Colonel's hat atop his silver head. The hat was swished off as soon as he entered the diminutive building and tucked between his elbow and waist.

"Can you stand up for me, sir?" cried the soldier. "If not, stay there. I'll come to you!" The echoes of blasts rang in Misaki's ears and he trembled in a small quake. Before he knew it, he was off the ground and rocking from side to side. The soldier had picked him up, bridal style.

"What the-" Misaki began. But his tongue collapsed onto the floor of his mouth as he locked onto the soldier's eyes: two amaranthine mazes, ready and waiting to be explored and lost in.

"My name is Usami Akihiko," the solider introduced himself. They were outside now, catastrophic events piling up around them. A bomb whistled past them; people were screaming; smog cloaked the tiny village; explosions could be heard from afar. Usami Akihiko put Misaki on his feet, but Misaki- astounded and allured- pressed himself against the soldier's chest, lifted one foot right off the ground and kissed him on the-

"Misaki!" someone laughed his name. Misaki jerked and his eyes shot open. Akihiko was chuckling on top of him. They weren't in a war zone, which Misaki found perversely mournful; it meant Akihiko wasn't in that soldier's costume... No, they were in Akihiko's room. "You were moaning my name, I thought you may have required something..." Akihiko trailed off, suggestively. Still a little groggy from waking up from a dream, Misaki allowed Akihiko's hand to travel under the covers.

"Woah!" Misaki piped as he caught on and he whacked Akihiko's hands away. "Akihiko!"

"I think you mean Colonel Akihiko," he purred. Misaki blinked furiously and struggled under Akihiko's weight and grip as the man began a bawdy brigade of seduction, fingers and tongues his supreme arsenal.