This is a back-to-back chapter so I'll put the lengthy author's note on the next chapter! We'll get a peek on the girl who looks as Furihata. Who really is she, and what was she to Akashi? Yep, this is Akafuri overload but still we'll take it nice and slooooooow for everyone, we'll not really slow but enough for us to get to know them both and see how they develop their own attachments to each other.
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Chapter 6: Archive
Furihata walked casually to school that morning, Akashi agreed to stay again at home to look after it. Despite all his frightening glares, honestly Akashi is a nice company, he listens to his blabber—but well sometimes he wonders if he could even understand what he was saying. He doesn't mind his clumsiness, and well the way he secretly smiles when he gets something done for the first time was very endearing too. Furihata didn't mind taking a part time job, Akashi can't stay wearing his oversized shirts, or his shirts that were too fit for him. Until now Akashi seems adamant on disclosing the reason why he—an angel is here on earth. Well if he doesn't want to it was fine as well. Looking ahead Furihata spotted a familiar red haired American returnee. "Ah, Kagami!" Furihata greeted the other, earning his attention. Kagami turned to him but he look quite pissed which made Furihata sweat dropped.
"Morning." The other said in a huff.
"Is something the matter?" Furihata asked.
"Nothi—"
"Good morning Furihata-san."
"Oh good—Wha!" Furihata's eyes widen as he heard an unfamiliar voice turning his eyes to the figure standing next to Kagami. His shock was quickly dissolved into admiring the smaller male. He was well, quite smaller to him, his skin reminded him of Akashi's complexion, the way he was staring him reminded him of how Akashi looks at him, like he knew already everything about him. The only difference was his eyes were like an eternal pool of blue that didn't look like anything—it lacks emotion. "S-Sorry I-I didn't see you there."
"Its alright." The teal haired boy said bowing his head, "My name is Kuroko Tetsuya, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Furihata smiled awkwardly, "I-I'm Furihata Kouki."
Furihata was surprised when Kagami suddenly grabbed the smaller male's head and ruffling the mop of tea hair with his hands, "Can't that wait?" Kagami said to Kuroko who frowned visibly—honestly Furihata thought the small pout made the other look cute, you know like cute like puppy cute. Kuroko shook his head prying the other's hand off his head, "I don't want to leave you alone with those two."
"Midorima-kun is my brother Kagami-kun, what are you saying." Kuroko said sighing.
"Tsk, yeah, and that Takao?"
Kuroko frowned again, "Its Takao-sensei, Kagai-kun."
"I don't trust that perverted doctor."
"You don't trust anyone but your stomach Kagami-kun."
"WHA—Hey, that's not true!"
Furihata almost raised a brow at Kagami, for others this may look like an awkward fight but Furihata knew better to see somehow Kagami and this boy…are perhaps closer than they seem to be. Kagami never interacted like this to anyone except for Aomine Daiki from Too. But the way he spoke to the other there was something different as well. The creases in his forehead, the hand in Kuroko's upper arm, the tone of his voice, Furihata could just sense something was up with them. Furihata found himself unable to supress the chuckle making Kagami aware of what he wwas doing. A blush quickly spread across his face as he let go of Kuroko's arm looking away.
"Are you alright, Kagami-kun?" Kuroko asked quickly noting Kagami's blush, "Your face is—"
Kagami grumbled and quickly sealed Kuroko's mouth with his hand which only cause Furihata laughed. "I'm okay, happy?" Kuroko nodded and Kagami released the other, "Whatever, I will accompany you later just don't go on your own."
Kuroko nodded, "Do you swear?"
"Yeah, yeah whatever makes you shut up."
Furihata chuckled. Wow that was new, Kagami Taiga submitting to someone's wish. That's something you don't get to see every day.
"Wait for me after class, okay?"
The teal haired boy nodded. Kagami grinned and ruffled the teal haired boy affectionately before bidding the other good bye. Kuroko waved back before bowing his head to Furihata. "Good bye Furihata-kun." Kuroko said with his monotonous voice. Furihata smiled and bowed his head before following Kagami's suit. When was the last time Kagami Taiga had been this friendly to someone to cave in to their want, Kagami's friendship with the Too ace is mostly like a rivalry kind of friendship. It was kind of refreshing to see that kind of Kagami Taiga.
Akashi flipped to the last page of the book he was reading. Glancing at his side he realized it was the last book he haven't finished yet, from the piles of book. He frowned realizing it, it's only twelve in the afternoon yet he's dying of boredom now. Sighing heavily Akashi decided to finish the last book. Furihata brought him books from a local bookstore after learning that he likes reading, the books Furihata brought him were quite entertaining, most of them were about romance though. He wonders if Furihata was the kind of person who's romantic, perhaps he has a lover? Akashi looked around, hmm, doesn't seem like it. Maybe he doesn't have any idea and brought random books. Akashi finally was on the last ine of the book, and after finally finishing them all the other set the item on the pile next to him. He wonder how much longer is he going to feel this dream-like life.
Its just too good to be true, to have a life like this. He was the damnation of mankind, is he even allowed to be in company with someone like Furihata? Frowning Akashi was attacked with a memory of some long time ago. It has been centuries, he remember clearly, it was one of the last memories he had before he was locked out of heaven. Standing Akashi walked to the shelf, on the top most stood several picture frames, he had realized that the morning after his arrival. Picking up a specific frame he studied the face of a younger version of Furihata Kouki it was his picture on his middle school graduation, his usual wide smile plastered in his face. However he try to look at him, he just look like her—painfully alike that person. It makes him wonder, could Furihata's soul…be the same as that person?
It was irritating to think but somehow, Akashi could not bring himself to get angry at the other. It was just like then, just like then…
It wasn't his fault he always tried to convince himself, but on second thought he could have done something back then, he could have saved him—even if it meant breaking the laws of his existence. Ah, maybe it was then, maybe it was then when he started hating them, hating humans. Maybe it was the reason why he hated them, because…because they were mortals, because they knew but not eternity—they made him doubt himself, of what could he do. He used to believe they were as omnipotent as his father, where he believed that all of the things will go right just because he follows their Father's will. But humans, they were such lying, vulnerable, breakable, unfaithful creatures. Humans are all that he needed to crumble all of his faith. It was so quick.
Akashi frowned he placed the photo back thinking he could crush it any moment if he continues.
Akashi isn't a fool, there is a strong reason why the gates were crushed, why he is here. He knows something is quite not right about this, there were only two instances where the gates would be opened, one his father is dead, two is that it is in his father's will. The first option is plausible, but would he simply die like that? And who would be capable enough to kill him, no, who would even dare? That leaves him with the second option. Then if its his Father's will…why, why would he release him after so long? Why now, why today? What does he want to happen?
Sometimes trying to get one step ahead with their Father is like playing poker with a faceless man, it was impossible and plain difficult. Sighing Akashi decided staying inside Furihata's house all day would be the death of him, it made him think of many unnecessary things. He look around, he could use a stroll outside. He walked towards the entryway and took a pair of sneaker—they were Furihata's but he could try and see if it fits. Akashi slipped the shoes and…its quite small—Akashi frowned, but at least he can walk it. This could do, he thought before looking around. Akashi remember Furihata told him that a spare key to the house is under a pot on the front porch so Akashi locked the door for safe keeping before heading out. The neighbourhood wasn't as what human neighbourhood would look like, it was fairly quiet with a few kids walking down the street in their kindergarten uniform, an old man happened to pass and gave Akashi a small smile as he bowed, Akashi returned the gesture. He wonder if these people would be as polite and kind if they knew he was the key to their race's extinction.
Akashi continued to walk until he reached the main street he followed the flow of people as they cross the street. They were all practically busy with their own life that they didn't even stole a glance at Akashi—well except for a few female high school students who kept giggling and taking a second look. The red haired angel stopped in his tracks as he found a small library on his way. He stared at it for a moment, the name of the library is the same as what is printed at the back of the books Furihata borrowed for him. Quietly Akashi walked towards the library.
Stepping in the library Akashi was assaulted with the smell of old paper and leather bounds, it was quiet and there was almost no one but a few old men sitting there holding some fine books and a small cup of tea. He wonder how Furihata a normal teenager would rather spend time searching the shelves of this massive collections than going out to have some serious fun. Walking towards the shelves Akashi's fingertips grazed the spines of the books. When he was God's angel then he used to use his spare time to read the scrolls of the scribes in the monastery, and the hieroglyphics on the walls of the massive temples in Egypt, he used to be do it daily, reading every scripture, every writing there was on Earth and he felt like he could just do that all his life. And after so many years had passed since he last found himself in an archive he could not believe the number of books he has not yet read. Akashi picked a book that is written in English, tracing the title with his fingertips Akashi found this feeling nostalgic. It was the same as the old times, just like then he remember the way he would grace his fingers on the papyrus and over the inked writings.
"You liked reading?"
Akashi stopped and stared at the book…that person…he met her there…in an archive as well.
It was on outskirts of a town near Galilee, there was a small archive to which several scholars and scribes went to store their writings, they share their thoughts there. Akashi would visit the place whenever no one is there, he would read their writings, from fables and every day events, to theories and myths. He like the silence and the way the world seems so simpler that way. Even though Akashi could not fathom his father's love for these humans, he could not seem to hate the way they make books. He made him feel things, even if it was only in his mind.
"Ah!"
Akashi snapped out of his reverie as he heard a voice of a woman, turning around Akashi found indeed a woman. She was young and her brown hair was a bit mess, she wore simple clothes. Her eyes were of the same shade of her eyes that showed a complete expression of shock. Women were not allowed to come to archives nor work there, what is she doing there? She fell in her knees in complete awe as he raised a hand over her lips, her small frame shook. "Woman, who are thee, tell me thy name." Akashi said putting the scroll down.
"S-Sara…I am…Sara, d-daughter of Samuel of Galilee." She said with fear in her eyes, "F-Forgive I…I only wanted to read."
Read, a woman? It wasn't common that a woman could read, specially someone with such social status. As Akashi could see, this woman is no Princess or Queen, not an Empress either, so how could one fancy a leisure that common women were deprived by this screwed society built by humans? "Read, you say?" Akashi asked in almost a mocking tone, "Could you even do so?"
The woman lowered her head, "Yes." She answered meekly which surprised Akashi.
"Is that true?"
"Yes."
The woman turned to hear examining him as she somehow had slightly eased herself. "Are you perhaps, God's messenger?"
"Yes I am." Akashi answered as he returned to what he was doing earlier, he didn't give much care to the woman's thought of her, nor does he care about if she told anyone about her, they would just think she is making things up—lying.
"Y-You…do not mind if I…uhm read here as well?"
Akashi didn't answer and the woman took a scroll and sat on the floor reading them. Stealing a glance at the other Akashi found her furrowing her eyebrows at some point, she wasn't very talented but yes, she can at least read a few simple words which was very surprising. The woman later confessed that she worked at a wealthy family, one of their daughters secretly taught her to read, since then she held such fascination about them. But there was nothing to read, and so she sneaked there to read some scriptures. Akashi didn't respond all the while he just listened to the other somehow, she made him lose his focus on the scroll and inevitably listen to her story. She was different, she wanted to be more than what the world dictated her to be, to be more than just someone who would welcome her husband's guests, clean, cook and take care of her future children, she wanted to be equal to men. It was quite foolish but somehow admirable. She reminds him of his wingless brother back in heaven.
"Shouldn't you be out and telling others about me, about God's messenger who had set foot on this humble archive?"
"But that would be unfair," she said, "You see, you're keeping my secret, then I'll keep yours too."
Akashi could not help but stare at the other in complete awe.
Silly human.
After taking a few books Akashi walked towards an empty desk and seat and took it. He decided to start with the classics dating back 18th century, of course it wasn't the original copy but a revised version. There was a few written by Shakespeare, and some written by Jane Austen and so on. So many years had passed but scanning through the books, Akashi came to one conclusion, it seems as if there was just so many things that changed but honestly, there seem nothing changed. Its like an illusion of sorts that people create, humans grow from a little infant who knew but his parents to a man whose world is so big, but deep inside, that infant…is still there. Akashi wondered if it could be applied to him, but practically due to the time he is stuck in the abyss, no one could say he changed—how when even light could not come in that place, all he did there was sleep and wait.
Akashi started with reading Hamlet, a story about seeking revenge of sorts. Humans had evolved when it comes to literature, before stories were all about praise to God, subtle stories about history or so on, but during his absence a lot has turned including the way they wrote, before talking about things such as seeking revenge was a very touchy topic, the protagonist were usually the kind one, the righteous man, but Hamlet is different. Hamlet hungers for truth, for justice to the point she put it on his own hands. Humanity at its finest, this was the literature he seeks.
After he finished the story, the angel proceeded to the next book, and to the next, and to the next. He had totally forgotten that time runs on earth. He only realized this when his neck felt a bot tired and he found the library was…empty. He stood and look around, the windows outside showed not but the sunny afternoon but the twilight. He felt satisfied at least, looking back at his desk he realized there was still two books remaining.
"You seem to fancy reading, you've buried your nose on those books since you got here."
Akashi turned and saw a tall man walking to him wearing a name tag, Teppei—it reads, the man had aa ridiculous smile plastered in his face that was too bright for his height. He ruffled his own brown locks as he stopped a feet away from the other. "No one your age seems to come around here anymore—oh well, except for Furihata-kun. My, that boy seems to love reading, you two would be a great friends I just know." The man chuckled, "My name's Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi Teppei." He said pointing at the name tag.
"A pleasure to meet you," Akashi said, "My name is Akashi Seijuuro."
"Wow that's a nice name." the other said with a smile.
"And is the Furihata-kun you mentioned, could it be…Furihata Kouki?"
"Oh you know him?" Kiyoshi asked, "That boy comes here during weekends to borrow some books but a few days ago, he started borrowing this great number of books, I wonder if he's using it for what?"
Akashi fell in silence, it was because of him.
"Are you his friend?" Kiyoshi asked.
A friend…am I?
"You see, I'm just a little worried, I heard he's been practicing basketball since he entered Seirin but…recently he got this job too. Then after that he comes here to either return or borrow some books, and he looks very tired." The man's face turned in a manner Akashi could quickly identify as concern, "That boy is really nice, sometimes too nice for his own good, so please help him out when it comes down to it, he will say he's alright but…" The man sighed, "he had always done things on his own that's why he isn't used to asking others for help."
Akashi finally understood, why he didn't let him out of the house, why he did all those all by himself. Why Furihata Kouki never asked him to help him out. He did all of those by himself because he wasn't used of being helped by others. He only had himself for so long. Silly human, what does he think he is, his body will give up on him if he continue, he should have realized the fool will not ask for his help due to some petty reason. He's too nice for his own good, indeed. People like him gets taken advantage of easily. "I…will pass on the message." Akashi said as he picked up the books.
"Ah, don't help him too much too." Kiyoshi said suddenly making Akashi cock an eyebrow at him. "If you make it too obvious, he'll just try even harder."
Akashi found that very much like Furihata Kouki, he was sloppy and he always fails, he wasn't good at anything but he tries, and tries. An obvious help would only make him think he isn't doing enough and he'll surely try harder. "Yes." Akashi replied before handing Kiyoshi the books he would want to borrow. Akashi followed Kiyoshi to the counter when suddenly—
BA-DUMP
…
BA-DUMP
Akashi felt his knees slightly buckle, what…why…suddenly he felt like…his vision was suddenly blurred and before he knew it he was seeing an image of an alley, a knife, three men and a voice rang that was oh too familiar.
"Akashi-kun you can—"Kiyoshi blinked, "where did he go now?"
The spot where Akashi stood was now empty. Kiyoshi sighed and turned to the books the red haired male was about to borrow,
"Oh well…priorities."
After practice Furihata Kouki would go directly to the café where he works part time, he was paid enough, not big not so small. The owner of the café happened to be someone close to his Izuki-senpai and he was quickly hired the very day due to lack of personnel on the said café. It was just a few streets away from school which was very convenient as well. Today Furihata Kouki was given an advance payment for taking the abrupt job, it was nice to have a very kind boss. Finally he have a few money to get Akashi some decent clothes and maybe shoes too. Furihata diligently mopped the floor as his clock-out was getting near. He turned towards a bunch of students on a table they chattering about their crushes and this latest anime that will be aired the next month. As much as Furihata Kouki liked to hang out with friends, he didn't have much of friends outside the basketball team, he was an ordinary, boring guy. He didn't have any particular likes and dislikes, he almost could eat anything that's on the list of edible foods and he watched almost anything on TV, he reads almost anything, listens to almost anything. He didn't have much of favorites he just listens and watches. If he would hang out with others like that they will be seriously bored about him.
Thinking about it Furihata remembered the teal haired boy Kagami was with earlier that morning. During lunch he asked the red haired about the boy and said he was lodging in for the time being, he said something about Kuroko insisting to visit his brother who was in a hospital. If Furihata didn't knew better he'd suggest that boy was Kagami's boyfriend, Furihata chuckled to himself, what kind of ridiculous thought was he putting in his head? Well the teal haired boy was cute anyways. Furihata turned to the door as he heard the chimes ring, a familiar tall dark skinned young man entered sighing, following him was a tall blonde young man. The blonde was saying something as he followed the dark skinned male. An argument?
"Furihata?" Furihata turned towards the staff room where a small the owner's head was peeking. Furihata brought the mop to the room with a smile. "That's enough for today Furihata." His boss said patting him on his back. Furihata nodded and brought the map to the cabinet and closed it before returning to his boss. The man smiled and gave him an envelope.
"Thank you for your hardwork."
Furihata accepted the envelope and bowed his head politely to the man. "Thank you."
"Now, go home and take a rest." The man said smiling.
The brunette nodded, "I will go ahead, now."
After changing his clothes on the backroom Furihata left after bidding goodbye to them. Though his boss told him to take a rest he'd rather buy Akashi some clothes, Akashi probably needs them. Walking towards the familiar path Furihata slipped the money in his duffle bag. He wonder what he'll make for dinner, grilled mackerel, perhaps some soup?
Furihata walked nonchalantly without noticing two figures following him. The sun has set and the streets lights flickered. Furihata stopped as he saw something across the street which was decidedly a wrong choice on his part. His eyes widen as he felt a strong force pulled him, his vision went blur for a moment and before he knew it he was thrown at a dark alley, his side collided with the cold wall making him hiss in pain, he wasn't prepared for the impact. Looking towards where the force came his eyes landed on two glinting eyes, eyes that stared at him mercilessly.
"Let's make it simple," the one with pierced ears said smirking, "give us your money brat and maybe we'll spare your life."
Furihata stared at them, but he worked hard for that money, he said he'd buy Akashi some clothes. Furihata gripped his duffle bag's strap tighter. No. Even with his overwhelming fear he ccould not bring himself to give up all the work he did just for them. His body was shaking, definetly scared to death, but he can't. Akashi's waiting at home.
"Eh, look at that, are you challenging us?" the second said as he grabbed Furihata's bag from him but Furihata pulled the bag with his shaking hands.
"Please I worked for that!"
"Oh, really?" the other said with a false sympathy, he then smirked, "nobody cares!" he said before laughing manically. The other continued to pull the bag off Furihata's grasp, but on the fourth time Furihata seems to fight back the man raised his fist making the other flinch in fear inevitably letting the bag go. The man laughed. But he didn't stopped he grabbed Furihata's front shirt as he let the bag fall on the ground.
"Please return it to me!" Furihata said trying to struggle under the grip of the taller man.
The man stared at Furihata before smirking, "No." He brought his hand to Furihata's head gripping the skull tightly. Furihata struggled and tried to pry the hands out but the attempt failed, miserably. The man let go of his head laughing. Then he reached down to his pocket producing a switchblade. He flicked the blade and pressed it Furihata's cheek making a clean slanted line of cut there. Furihata hissed it stings. "Don't worry, it won't take long."
Furihata's eyes widen as the man raised the blade ready to him.
Gold and red irises stared there at him frozen, a dessert…a cold metallic object pressed to his throat.
What…is this? A memory?
Furihata closed his eyes bracing himself from the attack when he heard a grunt and a loud noise that reminded him of something being hauled to a wall. The hand clutching his shirt slid and his eyes opened to see a blur of red, and an ominous aura. Everything moved to fast he could barely see what was happening, it only made sense when he saw his attacker getting thrown to a wall. His eyes widen as he saw a familiar back, the air around him was dyed in black and red which made Furihata shiver. A punch was thrown, again and again, the brunette could not help but shriek as he heard bones getting broken, over, and over.
Stop him
STOP
"STOP!" Furihata didn't know what came to him as he ran towards the scarlet haired man and grabbed the fist he rose in the air. Heterochromatic eyes stared at his brown irises, they were cold, frightening, for a moment Furihata had forgotten how to breathe. But soon the ominous gleam died and the angel finally settled, his fist uncurled. The man under him was iunconcious and bruised beyond recognition, it was enough, so much enough, he didn't have to do that, Furihata thought, "L-Let's go. Please."
Akashi didn't speak as Furihata held his wrist and pulled him up and took his bag dashing away from the scene.
…
Returning back home Fuirihata unlocked the door and stepped in, his body was still shaking from the fear and all of the other rushing feelings in his veins. The adrenaline was too much. The brunet pulled Akashi inside the house, the angel didn't speak a word since they got out of the alley, he didn't know if that's a good or a bad thing. Locking the door behind him Furihata almost slid down on the floor as he finally could feel that he was safe. He stared at Akashi who stood there eyes looking down, the brunette realized Akashi's knuckles has blood in them. Furihata stood and reached for his hand but Akashi pulled his hand away. "Y-You're blee—"
"Its not mine." Akashi said in almost a hushed voice. Furihata didn't know what to say anymore to the other he stare at the other but when the heterochromatic eyes turned to look at him. Why was he looking at him like that? What were they conveying? "You…why didn't you run? Why didn't you just left?"
"What…I…I don't know."
"They could have killed you!"
Akashi's jaw stiffened at the thought. He can't bear to see the second time the same thing, he couldn't be alright the second time, he wouldn't know what he would do if that happens. The bitter thoughts flooded his mind. In a dessert, bandits, and the poor woman whose name meant mother of many, a dagger on her throat, they were telling her to tell them where the renown angel of the Lord rests, but she refuses, she refuses and…there was blood, so many blood staining the golden sands beneath them. And he stood there, he was told never to interfere with humans…never interfere. And killed him inside watching it and doing nothing, but it was the laws of their existence. But thinking right now, it could happen again, it would ultimately destroy him, that was all that he thought all that moment.
Why he felt as if he could do no rational decision when it comes to Furihata Kouki, why can't he be a simple human and stop dragging himself in this mess? Why can't he just stay alive for Pete's sake? He was so frustrated, so irritated, so confused, so messed, so wrecked, he didn't know anymore. He's not even sure if Furihata Kouki is indeed the same soul as Sara and yet he did that. Why? Why is he just…
"I-I'm alright, that is all that matters, right?"
Fool
"Don't you dare leave me the second time," Akashi found himself saying as he grabbed the other and pulled him in a bone crushing embrace, "you're such a detestable being."
Furihata didn't quite understand but somehow Akashi's hold felt familiar, he felt contented in his scent. Furihata was slightly taken aback when Akashi's wings appeared from his back, it was as beautiful as he saw it the very first time. It was glowing but somehow the glow looked melancholic. A longing kind of glow. Furihata reached to touch a few feather, they felt soft to the touch. Why did he knew it would feel this way, why did he know? Akashi nuzzled to his neck, his soft hair slightly tickled his chin and cheek. "I won't forgive you if I found out you're overworking yourself." He heard him say. Furihata didn't know where he got that information but nonetheless it was very amusing to hear from the cold heterochromatic angel.
"But there are—"
"I'm not disabled Furihata Kouki," Akashi said detaching himself from the other, "I am not stupid as well, I could get myself a job, you are studying, yes? You can't do all things all at once."
"T-That's not what I meant I just…I mean I-I don't think y-you're an i-i-idiot, o-or anything like that, I-I'm.."
"Yes, yes." Akashi felt chuckling at Furihata Kouki's stuttering and tripping on his own words, well that's quite uhm, charming. He understand much to see that the other mean no harm. "I am only saying you do not have to do everything on your own."
Furihata frowned, a small pout in his lips, rather than looking angry or displeased Akashi could not help but to stifle a laugh at the image before him. "But you have to promise something." Furihata said, "You have to promise me you won't harm others, a-at least…uhm I-I mean your powers, d-don't show them to others, t-they can get s-s-scared."
"I had to, you were…you were in danger."
Furihata stared at Akashi sighing, "I understand but I—"
"Could have taken care of yourself?" Akashi said with a frown, "You know well that you don't, they were attacking you and I—"Akashi stopped as Furihata just stared at him seemingly trying to convince him. Akashi didn't know but those brown irises felt like they were pinning him, it felt like he had a hold of his very core. Akashi sighed in defeat, "If that would make you stop staring at me like that, then so be it."
Furihata smiled, "Thank you—"
"Yeah but," Akashi cut Furihata from his celebration as he reached to Furihata's cheek, "let me fix this first, I hate looking at it." He said Furihata's eyes widen as he felt something warm crept creeping from Akashi's fingertips, Akashi traced the cut with his index finger healing the only flaw on that sun-kissed skin. When there was but the flawless skin underneath Akashi was finally satisfied. Furihata chuckled it tickled slightly, bring his hand over his cheek found no cut there. Akashi smirked at his handy work as he inspected it closer, inching closer Akashi found Furihata's warm breathe against his cheek causing him to look at the pool of chocolate brown orbs. He could see the pulsing of Furihata's heart in his eyes, they were…fast? He had never seen such nude, such honest and sincere eyes, he had never been this close to Sara before, he look just like her, he felt like her, but…but he felt beyond that, he was the only—"Kouki."
Akashi watched as Furihata's eyes widen even more and his cheek decorated with an endearing blush. Akashi was suddenly assaulted with the sound of his own heart beating. He felt this frightening feeling before as well, a feeling that he wasn't quite sure, it was a surge of adrenaline that made him scared and ease at the same time, a maddening feeling. What was this feeling, wasn't mortals, humans are the only one who were supposed to have this feeling?
Is this…
.
.
.
Desire?