Title: Impossibility
Pairing: Ban/Ginji
Word Count: 216
Rating: PG
A/N: The theme was 'red.'
It's very dark. The trees trap the moon and kill the wind. So it's also very still, save the crickets and their creaky, discordant requiem. Ginji is balled up, an indistinct ghost in a monochrome forest. Wide-eyed and tremulous, he aches. It must be the chill that threatens to rip out his soul.
"Na, Ban-chan," he whispers suddenly. The echo runs away, engulfed by night. The crickets laugh. Pained and inexplicably afraid, Ginji reaches out for reassurance with unsteady arms. A child. Pale. Blind.
"I'm cold." He sounds as though he might be choking, too.
Groping fingers meet a solid chest then, and Ginji fists into Ban's shirt, needily, desperately, pulling himself up and into Ban's lap. "I'm cold," he says again, almost cough-crying, and whimpers, perhaps from the lack of sympathy.
They must be face to face now, he and Ban, but Ginji can't see anything. Not the way Ban must be smiling tiredly, not his dangerous-beautiful eyes, and definitely, absolutely, not the stickiness over Ban's front that isn't blood. Isn't. Isn't. Isn't.
The blackness devours everything. Even, especially, the redness.
"Say something, Ban-chan. Say something!"
He presses forwards, mouth open. Anything to coax out the words. He misses. Feels shattered lenses scrape against his lips. And cries.
Because, he really can't be alone, anymore.
END