Thinking of You

By Drunken Shinigami

Blue x Kouji

I was a coward, and I hated to face it. Despite my entire "tough and silent" façade I put up to keep people from questioning me, people kept on seeing through my disguise and into who I really was.

Perticularily, Kouji Aiba.

My eyes narrowed and glared at the dark and unseen wall across from me, my sight skewed by the loose strands of blue hair tingling in front of my eyes. I was angry with myself, angry with everything.

I was now forced to hide myself in the unexplored hallways of the Ryvius, not even letting light hit my face to prove I existed. People had stopped searching for me long ago, but I feared if I showed my face, it would just be my undoing.

Not to mention completely pointless.

I wouldn't still be alive if it wasn't for Kouji, he had been helping me the entire time. I'de occasionally see him bringing me food. Like he was feeding a stray dog.

That's probably what I looked like to him, anyway.

The first place I had ran to once my upheavel had taken place had been the lift ship. I had hidden in the back room, figuring that not many people would come in here. But of course, when a misfunction in the Vital Guarder had happened, Kouji had to go into the room to fix it.

That's when I saw him again.

Again, because he had worked on the bridge as a hostage. Sacrificing himself so his brother could still continue working with the Vital Guarder. Persistant and opinionated, yet still afraid of the consequences of his words. He couldn't even fight back to prove his point was right.

For some reason or another, I took an unseen liking to him.

He reminded me of myself, as ironic as it seemed.

After the upheavel of my gang, it seemed my connection with everyone on the Ryvius, everyone who I had worked with, was cut off. Yet even by mistake, my link with him had opened up oncemore when he so unfortunatly found me, hiding like a coward on the lift ship.

He didn't say a word to anyone, or so what I am led to believe. If he had said anything, I would have been caught, after all.

My thoughts then strayed back to when I gave this brown-haired boy my most treasured keepsake; the one item that had held importance to me, to show I never took orders.

My gun. The gun I had won in a fist fight back on Hyperion when I was in one of the local gangs without my father's knowledge.

"Take this. I'm very curious to how you'll use it."

The boy struck my interest, I'll admit to that. He had extended a shaking hand towards mine, and I handed him my gun. He pocketed it quickly, almost terrified at his own actions. Or maybe it was because my fingers had brushed lightly against his.

I had gotten a quick shock out of it, anyway.

It was then our eyes met for a very long time. I could feel him digging around in the very depths of my soul, like he could see past my mask. The mask I had taken so long to put up. As for me, I saw a boy who was trying to hide his own feelings of guilt and pain behind a calm mask. Like he knew everything, yet was trying to forget everything.

I suspected it had something to do with his arrogant brother; the two of them were complete opposites. It was an amazement they came from the same bloodline even.

But those eyes, they had captured me there for a minute. Just letting me stare at him for a long time brought peace to myself; like knowing someone had the same track of mind as you – it made you feel less alienated.

Like someone could relate.

And so, with that being the last time I had seen Kouji, I now lie in this dark and damp hallway in the Ryvius, not knowing the time of day, or how long I had been out here. My body was aching from hiding, my stomach twisting into knots from the food it missed. I felt sick, like how a coward would feel.

It was then that my quick ears caught the fast clasps of footsteps heading down the hallway. I lifted myself from the floor up onto my legs soundlessly. I was prepared to run if necessary, but I had to make sure this was a friend or an enemy.

Hah, friend. I doubted it.

"Aires Blue? It's me, Kouji. If you're here, please come out. I have food."

The breath that had been held unoticed was let out, and my guard was let down. It took a second for me to be able to move my legs properly, and it was then I brought myself into the light.

Our eyes met once more, my harsh glare seemed to scare him so much that he almost dropped the food he held in his hands on a platter. How he had been able to smuggle it past everyone without getting mugged, I suppose I'll never know.

"…you didn't need to." I said smoothly, taking two more steps towards the chocolate-haired teen. I eyed the food hungrily, then flicked them upward so Kouji could give me it.

"Yes I did! You're human too, aren't you? Plus, you're starving, I can tell." His wavering voice fought back, his brows furrowing at my brush-off.

I smirked slighly, extending my hand toward the tray. He looked unsteadily at my hand, as though it would reach out and bite him. Nevertheless, he handed it to me, and our eyes caught each other's.

Our hands didn't touch, but I felt the spark once more.

The spark of something deeper than a relation.

Perhaps the spark…of a relationship.

-Owari