It was blissfully quiet as the night continued on. Karma flicked off the last light in his apartment then headed off to his room. He walked inside the rather large room complete with a wall that was nothing but windows, a smooth, concrete floor, his bed covered in crimson red covers and a red couch along the wall of windows. He didn't have much in his room, but it was enough for him. He looked around the room, taking the sight in before lying down in his king sized bed. Pulling the crimson red covers over his person, he closed his eyes in hopes of getting some decent sleep. The warm breeze that came in through the window nearest to him smoothly gilded alongside his face. After fighting with his intrusive thoughts for a decent amount of time, he drifted off to sleep.

Karma awoke with a start, jerking forward in a startled manner. His eyes were wide as he noticed how heavily his heart was beating and how fast his breathing had gotten. He took a moment to calm himself before he took into consideration what had startled him so bad.

"Was that glass shattering I heard…" inquired Karma, pondering to himself. He shook his head, lying back down. As soon as his head came into contact with his pillow he sighed, slightly embarrassed that something so small had frightened him so bad. "I must've heard it in my dream…sheesh…" He trailed off, dozing off again.

"I-I'm sorry…" cried a small, frail voice in the distance. Karma's eyes shot open at the sound of the voice. He couldn't quite make out who it was, but it sounded like a girl on the verge of tears. She sounded scared and her voice trembled ever so slightly. He could hear the faint sound of her sniffling from above him. He thinks back to the glass that startled him awake just moments ago. It sounded too real to be a dream; it scared him half to death.

"If it wasn't a dream then the sound must've come from up there...why the hell are they being so loud, eh?" He sat up, looking up at the ceiling. He was sure of it, a glass must've broken up there and now there was a girl's soft, trembling voice apologizing to someone unknown.

He lied back down and closed his eyes. It was none of his business, whoever lived above him was just going to have to figure out whatever was going on for themselves.

An hour passed by and Karma was still awake despite his efforts to sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about all the commotion his neighbors had made. He hadn't heard anything after that, it was deathly silent. To Karma, the silence was so loud and overwhelming. He couldn't help but think that something could be happening out of earshot. He had been worried about the girl he heard. Thoughts of her being harmed had flooded his mind in the past hour and it killed him to think that something could be happening to her while he was just lying in bed trying to assure himself that everything was fine and could be handled by them when what really needed to happen was for him to investigate the situation and possibly be of aid to the girl.

Tossing the covers aside, Karma swung his legs over the side of the bed, letting his bare feet come into contact with the cool, concrete floor. Pulling his red robe over his shoulders, he walked over to the door and slid his red slippers on then proceeded to exit his apartment.

He walked down the hallway a bit until he came across the elevator. Stopping It pushed the up arrow and waited for the door to open. Once it did, he stepped in and selected the floor number above his.

The elevator stopped and the door opened once again, but this time Karma found himself on the floor above his. He stepped off and walked down the hall. Coming across the room he was sure that was located directly above his, he knocked on the door.

He watched as the door opened and once it did, his eyes darted to the blue hair of the person whose voice he heard about an hour ago.

"C-Can I help you sir…?" when he spoke it seemed to have broken Karma from his trance and his eyes darted to his eyes which wasn't any better. His eyes carried the same gentle blue color as his hair. Karma found it mesmerising, but he managed to get out what he came up here to find out.

"I, uh…heard a lot of commotion coming from up here. Is everything alright?" He inquired hesitantly. Taking in his entire body, he noticed that he was wearing a long sleeve pajama shirt with a dark blue winter scarf wrapped around his neck. He found that a bit strange. Looking back at him, he noticed that he jumped slightly; Karma's face carried an intimidating look.

"I-I think you're mistaken. Thanks for caring, but I'm afraid I have to go back in," he bowed slightly before taking a step back. Karma wasn't having it, he grabbed his arm, preventing him from going in any further.

"W-What are you doing-?"

"I know what I heard," Karma cut him off, "Are you really okay in there?" he asked. For a moment you could see the fear in his face. He looked mortified at the thought of what might happen to him if his boyfriend found out about this little encounter not to mention if he told this stranger anything.

He breathed in deeply then looked into Karma's mercury eyes, daring to lie to him in the most convincing way he could. His gaze was stern and he found himself not having a problem with keeping his gaze locked onto his. His eyes were beautiful. A few strands of red fell in front of his mercury eyes and at that he blushed. Who knew that red and mercury danced so well together.

"It must've been the wind," he stated calmly and confidently, still gazing into Karma's eyes. Karma gazed back, looking for any signs of uncertainty, but he found none. Letting go of his arm, he stepped back and sighed.

"If that's the case then I'm sorry to have bothered you…" he bowed his head briefly, muttering a quiet excuse me. He then walked away, down the hall towards the elevator. The bluenette watched as he waited for a few moments before disappearing into the elevator.

"Nagisa! Where are you?!" yelled Nagisa's boyfriend angrily from the other room. At the sound of his piercing voice, Nagisa winced and took off running in the direction of Akito's bedroom. Once he came to the doorway, he stopped, panting slightly.

"I-I'm here Akito…" Nagisa said between breaths. Akito looked at him with annoyance then sighed before lying down again.

"Get back over here," he simply stated. Nagisa knew that there was malice lurking behind the calmness in his voice. So without a second thought, he walked over to the bed and laid beside Akito stiffly. Nagisa turned away from Akito and closed his eyes. He needed to get through the rest of the night so that he could go back home in the morning. It's not like home was any better though. He lived with his mother Harumi whom he loved dearly, but the woman was mad.

When Hiromi was little, she was forced to prioritize studying over anything else. She was never able to dress herself up like she wanted to. Hiromi also had a lot of dreams and aspirations that she wasn't able to pursue. Since she wasn't able to enjoy herself like she would have wanted to, Hiromi told herself that when she had a daughter that she would have and do everything that she wasn't able or allowed to do. However, on July 20, she bore a son. This didn't stop her from trying to live her ideal life through Nagisa.

She often got violent with Nagisa when he didn't want to do something of her suggestion. Oftentimes, she would hold up lavish dresses and mutter about how beautiful they looked with his long, blue hair. Nagisa strongly dislikes his long hair, but any attempt to cut it would make his mother furious. Even at the slightest implication she would beat him until he admitted how much he loved his long hair. To avoid these kinds of situations, Nagisa would just obey his mother's wishes and allow her to dress him up and style his hair just right.

It seemed as though Nagisa wasn't able to run from the abuse in his life. As soon as he thought he found someone who genuinely loved him and that would treat him right, he was introduced to the real side of Akito.

Nagisa thought back to the crimson haired stranger who knocked on Akito's door moments ago. He smiled for the first time in a while. Knowing that someone was concerned for him was weird in itself; he had never been shown concern of any kind. Nagisa slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking of the crimson prince who he hoped to see again.

A/N: I got this story idea while listening to "Must Have Been The Wind" by Alec Benjamin. I just recently got into his music and came to notice that all of his songs seem to tell a story. I thought it would be fun to kinda elaborate more on the story told in my own little way. His songs and Karmagisa are so freaking amazingggg!

You should go listen to him; you won't regret a thing. :)

I've read a lot of fanfic so I thought I'd try writing one. I'm doing this for fun and I'm not expecting this to get a lot of attention. If you do happen to like this story so far then cool. Thanks for reading!~