Sleeping Moody
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Shadowverse.
Pairing: Itsuki x Ryoga.
Summary:
"But…"
Ryoga-kun's skin was cold when he found him.
It was more than he could manage, carrying him from the river to Seventh Flame at Shadowverse Battle College, but he did it.
But Ryoga-kun hadn't woken up.
He laid him on his back. Reassured himself Ryoga-kun would be okay.
He put a towel over his forehead. Reassured Demonia he would be okay.
Was Ryoga-kun his friend or rival?
Wasn't he both?
Didn't he like Ryoga-kun because he thought he looked cool?
There was a word for someone like Itsuki, who took all that punishment from a person yet kept coming back.
Itsuki paused, his heart wavering in the flower breeze in the fantasy of his thoughts; his lips, an inch from Ryoga's in the reality of the room.
There was another word for what Itsuki was doing.
But… Itsuki relaxed his arms on top of Ryoga.
"Demo…" Demonia trembled.
Itsuki must've had a bit of darkness in him to do this.
Fear coagulated in Itsuki's system. Ryoga-kun could bite off his tongue if he woke up.
Their lips touched and Ryoga's bloodshot eyes reopened.
Fear congealed in Itsuki's system. Ryoga-kun could bite off his tongue if he wanted.
But… Ryoga lifted his arms to ambush Itsuki.
"Demo…" Demonia trembled.
Ryoga settled for swallowing Itsuki's tongue, scaring Itsuki more.
This was the vengeful dark chorus.
Ryoga-kun hissed in his ear, calling him mean, nasty things that were true.
The World Ranking and battling that man from the Seven Shadows again were Ryoga's most pressing matter, but Itsuki was doing what noise does and interfering, annoying the hell out of him.
But if Wolfram was right, the noise – Itsuki – was where Ryoga would derive meaning.