This is a Mifune x Asura, which could be taken as either platonic or romantic, and I know it's an odd pairing, but I can help but wonder what they'd do if they ever met. For the sake of the story, this should be seen as after Archne got Asura to come to her. Surroundings aren't really that important. It's really short, so I'm sorry about that.
Please review! I know it's not all that important, but even a good job or just saying that you liked it would suffice. As always: I don't own Soul Eater!
The samurai had only been there for a few days before he was already lost, winding his way through the long hallways. He was at least thankful that he'd thought of leaving Angela with someone before he set out on this little exploration of the current surroundings. He adjusted his sword and sighed, pausing for a moment to lean against a wall, ignoring the shock of cold that came through the stone and metal mixture.
A moment longer, and he was once again moving, careful to keep his footsteps quiet. This deep in, he had no idea what could be creeping about. No one else seemed to be here, and that only served to strain his already shot nerves. A sound from up ahead had him jerking to a halt, willing his heart to go back to a proper pace instead of a wild gallop. Mifune edged forward, peering into the rather cavernous room the sound had originated from.
At first, there was no movement. Then, something moved on the bed. Asura. The kishin didn't move from where he was, simply laying on the large bed, Archne no where to be seen. Perhaps she was speaking to Mosquito or Giriko, or just hadn't gotten down to this level yet. Whatever the cause of the demon being alone, Mifune wanted nothing to do with him. He turned to go, mumbling an apology for intruding, before one of those strange scarves wrapped around his elbow, almost gently tugging him back into the room.
Reluctant to deny the demon that could tear him apart, the samurai turned back around and walked until his knees hit the edge of the bed Asura was on. He refused to look down, a part of him somewhat...afraid of what he might see if he did. He expected to be killed. He'd leave Angela all alone. Archne wouldn't care about the young girl if her bodyguard couldn't do his job. Angela had no one else to take care of her, only him - a hand on his chest rudely yanked him from his thoughts, and onto the bed.
The bed was softer than he'd thought it would be, and he gasped as his chin hit the kishin's leg. Neither of them moved. Mifune slowly pushed himself up until they were eye level, and stared with some surprise at the almost...innocent red eyes that stared back. So this was the kishin Asura? He looked like a broken, terrified child, seeking protection or shelter.
Or perhaps that was the facade Asura only put up. Either way, the samurai scooted in closer, so that he sat (uneasily) next to the demon who had yet to speak. After a while, he glanced at the kishin, opening his mouth as if to say something, then thought against it and returned to staring silently around the room.
"You're...different." Mifune turned, startled, and stared in what he knew was probably a dumb look.
"Why am I different?" He spoke slowly, relaxing the ready-to-fight pose he'd gone into. Asura didn't answer, cocking his head to the side and continuing to stare at the man in front of him. After a few minutes, in which Mifune had looked down at the bed, long white-blond hair shifting to cover most of his face, Asura moved. He reached and pushed all that hair out of the samurai's face, enjoying the soft gasp he drew from him.
He could be gentle at times, when he truly wanted to be.
They were shoulder to shoulder now, and Mifune had, with only a minor hesitation, thrown his arm over and around the kishin's clothed shoulders. He supposed, out of all that had chosen this path, Asura was of the most sane of mind, and the so far, the easiest to get along with. The kishin laid his head against his shoulder, and he considered how well they seemed to fit, how it was easy to rest his arm over the other man's shoulders, let his hand rest on his collarbone, fingers barely touching skin. Even the easy tilt of Asura's head as he looked up at him, the way his head rested against the soft material of the samurai's shirt, it just seemed to...they just fit.
"If you take three rights and a left after leaving this room you'll find your little witch." Mifune smiled, adjusted his arm, and leaned his cheek against black and white hair.
"I'm fine right here. Angela is safe as long as I work."
His answer got him a genuine smile, and he couldn't help but to return it.
Alright, I'll admit, this one got kind of weird. I don't think I write Asura very well, or Mifune. Well, I tried, right? This will probably be the last I write about this oddball pairing, unless it gets requested in the future (which I doubt).
What pairing should I do next?