Hi there loves, Kicchin is baaack updating from Narita Airportttt LOL! And nope, I'm not going to stay for a long time here, and not really a vacation *whispers* my friend who is supposed to fetch me is still on his way. I'm here to see someone and after I'm heading back to motherland lol. But yeah wish me luck that my pocket money is enough to get me something nice as a souvenir. I have to get some stuffs ready for the opening of classes for the next month as well back home, my, a life of a student is very tiring and all. My sister passed her university exam as well and will be attending one soon, she's taking Physical Therapy as her major btw so that will be two of us going to the university at the same time(we attend different university) and I'm super happy about that.
Anyways ahaha, let's get on with the next chapter. Last chapter we had a pretty gruesome revelation about what Takao means for the horsemen, especially to Hanamiya(aka Bad SICK Boy). If you do not hate Hanamiya, then you're wrong lol. So btw, there is this song its called "AMAOTO" I have decided that the song will be my official Midotaka song for this fic—if you find the one with Hiroshi Kamiya's voice in the interlude YOU HAVE FOUND THE SPOILER FOR THEIR STORY. Ahaha. So yeah, I had been listening to that since Monday morning. The Midotaka will have a HUGE surprise in the following chapters. And I will soon reveal about Kuroko…THE APOCALYPSE IS NEAR*drum rolls*
To all of my reviewers again THANK YOU! I recently had a conversation with one of my friends from grade school years. She was surprised when I told her I have been publishing online my fanfic, she chuckled saying she thought that my 'weird' hobby of writing spin-off stories of my favourite anime would die down after some years. I didn't know if I was offended actually by the way she called it weird. When I was younger I used to write in the back off my notebook, my best friend was the first person ever to try and read it(back then I was still innocent with fluffy hetero pairs), then some of my classmates found out and starting reading them as well. They say it was good, but I'm not sure about that now. I cmiled in return and told her that I don't care if that was what she thinks(albeit smiling). She said back then there were just so many errors and spelling mistakes, the script way I wrote the story felt too predictable, she said. I just stareed and remember the me right now, and I just laughed and said, its okay. Honestly I don't give a damn, yeah I know that sucks, but that was the reason I am here. That suckish, error filled scribbles at the back of notebook has come to this. Haters gonna hate LOL! And yeah I am so thankful I have you guys, especially to Fujoshinechan, YES I STILL REMEMBER YOU, I will never forget my first reviewers. Thank you for saying those words, honestly they kept me smiling for the whoooooole day. I was practically grinning while watching the late night news because of your review. I hope I see your reviews again and thank you for dropping by. You guys are the reason why I love writing. I LOVE YOU TOO *sends virtual kisses* To Kumiko Walker honestly I have the same thought about that, I don't like it when people just do what others told them to do, maybe that was why that person and I didn't work out. People who says, "how will I live without you?" its just somehow irritating, right? Like damn, you breath and that's how you live asdfghjkl! Ahaha I'll slide a HUGE clue about how God looks like, he'll be revealed very soon. To Bubbles9595 yes uhm about Yuya Matsushita, well as you know he had been Sebastian Michaelis now for six years in the theatre Musical adaptation of Kuroshitsuji, sadly, this year…he wont be anymore, he had given up theatre for now to focus on his group—also due to some health issues. Anyways yeah more KAGAKURO AND AKAFURI on the waaaay! Anyways thank you for our reviewers last chapter I HOPE YOU LIKE TODAY'S UPDATE!
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Chapter 8: Unwritten
Himuro had a lot of things to explain to the director of the school, he did not find out about Murasakibara but he did not want to leave Himuro's side, since they met. And he meant it literally. Even bathing and going to the comfort room had proved them to be a challenge ever since the purple haired giant came. Well aside from the clinginess there was nothing Himuro could actually complain about the guy. He let Himuro do his job and wasn't really talkative or loud, he just kinda likes to follow him around and eat a lot of sweets which of course sometimes bother the brunette. On top that he needs to find where this Aka-chin and Kuro-chin is. Honestly he had never imagined himself as one of the suicidal humans who would dare interfere with heavenly business. And Himuro Tatsuya is still a human, so he needs to go to his job, but that too had become a handful. The towering six foot angel refuses to be left on his own in Himuro's apartment insisting he wants to be where Muro-chin is. Yeah, cute but a very huge problem.
The teacher had to list all the plausible explanations to this situation. Luckily the director quickly believed Himuro's lame excuse that Murasakibara was his apprentice, a confectioner-in-training and he intend him to watch his classes to gain further knowledge. Yeah, it was lame but when a towering six feet giant is staring right at you at that very moment probably even if it was a lame excuse that's gonna be okay. As Himuro's class started the raven haired man instructed Murasakibara to behave. Saying he could go around but he can't tell them his angel issue or whatever that is. And he certainly cannot eat his students' work unless it was kindly shared to him. The taller male agreed and pulled a chair next to Himuro's desk. The class started with the usual noise but upon realizing the tall male that made the small stool look like some piece of child's toy. The whole class flabbergasted at the unfamiliar stranger.
After an awkward silence the class representative asked the class to greet their teacher and they did politely. Himuro greeted back asked them go to their respective group and wear their aprons. Himuro could hear the students whispering about the tall male next to him which didn't look very comfortable being talked about, his were narrowed towards the kids. Himuro reached to pat the purple locks, "They're just a bit surprise, okay?" he said trying to reassure the angel they mean no harm. The angel turned to him, Himuro smiled making Murasakibara's expression soften. It was like an automatic reflex. "Okay guys," Himuro started as he stood straight looking at his students, "today we'll make muffins, I left the instruction on your tables, I hope you brought the ingredients I told you to. And as you can see we have here an observer, he's my uhm, apprentice. He's Murasakibara Atsushi."
"Wow, he's so tall sensei."
"Are you a NBA player?"
"How did you grow so tall?'
"How old is he, sensei?"
Himuro chuckled, "Now, now, no personal questions. Atsushi, please greet them." As the purple haired angel stood Himuro swore his class almost stepped back in reflex, the height difference is just so clear. The taller male bowed and greeted in a hushed voice. "Now, be nice to Atsushi, alright?"
"Yes sir!" the students said in unison.
Himuro watched as the class started with their usual stuffs. He returned to his desk and took a book inside his bag, well who would have thought he'd actually try and read the bible, even though he grew up in America, his family has a very strong Buddhist belief. Well there was theology in the university so at least he has a few ideas. Opening the Bible, Himuro scanned for the word apocalypse, at least he will get an idea what kind of mess did he just dipped half of his body in. It was on the end part of the book that he found the word he was looking for. Quietly he read each and every word, but as he continue he could barely understand what the book was saying anymore, there were monsters, so much graphic scenes he can't get his head to make an image out of. "I don't understand any of these." Himuro said sighing. He turned and found Murasakibara looking at the Bible, "You know something Atsushi?"
The purple haired angel stood and approached Himuro, "You're reading the Revelations Muro-chin?"
"Yeah, at least understand what I got myself into, and maybe offer some help too."
"You won't understand it just by reading it, that's what Mido-chin told me before. Its like codes." The taller male said, "I'm not good at that."
"Uhh, hm, wait it says here that the four horsemen will ride the apocalypse, is that you guys?"
Murasakibara shook his head, "The horsemen are…like an omen."
Himuro flipped the page, reading the rest, "There are four but it only named one."
"Father…wasn't fond of the other three. He didn't like them that much."
"Huh?" Himuro raised a brow, "But didn't he make them for this day?"
Murasakibara shook his head, "They were part of the cycle of the world, they are younger than Death, but older than the world."
"That's kinda…difficult to understand."
"If they are here, it means it will be very soon."
"It?"
"Apocalypse."
Himuro wished they have much time, he wish things are not yet paving that direction yet. He need to find this Kuro-chin as fast as possible. Himuro sighed and went back to reading, maybe he could decipher some of the words there, maybe they would give him clues on how to stop this. It was the craziest thing Himuro had thought in his life but he definitely don't want to get angel dipped fried. As he was about to ask Murasakibara about his brothers he found where the angel stood to be empty. Looking towards his class he saw the taller male walking over a group of girls fussing over an item, squinting his eyes Himuro found the item to be a jar. The girls who found Murasakibara next to them almost shriek.
"Give me." Murasakibara's voice was lazy as usual. The group was hesitant and exchanged look before handling the jar to the taller male. The angel stared at the air-tight lid of the jar, he had been looking at the group ever since the start of the activity and till then they seem not to be able to open the jar's lid. Twisting the cap, the angel found it as if opening a bottled coke—easy. The girls eyes widen as they heard the jar's lid popped open. They had been trying to open it for good fifteen minutes and Murasakibara had only used a millisecond to open the god forsaken jar. The purple haired angel handed the jar to the girls with a hum.
"T-Thank you M-Mister!" one of the girls said bowing her head.
Himuro could not help but to smile, he was an angel after all. Himuro watched as another girl walked to Murasakibara's side and tugged the sleeves of his shirt. "What?" Murasakibara asked the girl flinched but pointed towards their table. Without a word Murasakibara followed the girl and saw the disaster on their table. The flour was all over their table and there was just so many things on their table.
"W-We were supposed to do a fruit cupcake b-but they were…wasted." The girl said glaring at one of her group mates, walking closer the angel found the fruits were…cut in a very small, like really small pieces and look unappealing. "W-We only got apples." The girl said.
Murasakibara sensed the anger of the girl towards her groupmate who seemingly made the horrible mistake. He raised his hand and rested it on the girl's head with before humming, "You can still do something nice with these." He said before reaching at the apple. Himuro watched in amazement, does Murasakibara had any idea about baking? Walking to the table the purple haired titan took a knife, and carefully made a cut to remove either side of the apple's cheek before making a very thin slice, there was a very thin skin of the fruit remained on the corners. Quietly he placed it on an empty plate and repeated the process. "Watch carefully." He said. The group all nodded in unison. Himuro could not help but be awed at the scene that unfolded before him. Despite his ridiculously huge hands , they moved very precisely and with great control, it was so natural for him. Finally Murasakibara was done with the apple. "Do you have the dough done already?"
One of the girls presented the though and the angel nodded and took a portion, he flattned it with a rolling pin and resulted to a long rectangular flat dough. Carefully the Murasakibara placed the sliced apples on the upper half of the dough revealing half of the apple with the thin red skin on the corners. He placed them there one by one slightly overlapping the other. When he was done he folded the excess part of the dough covering the apples in half. After it he started rolling the edge until the other end of the dough. When he was done the group clapped in amusement, the cupcake looked like a white rose with red tips. "Before put it in the oven you can glazed it with honey." The group nodded. "You'll see what I'm talking about when its done."
Himuro was awed, did the lazy, childish, angel just thought his student in his class how to make a pro level cupcake? Where did he even learn that? Finally Himuro watched as his class slowly warmed up to Murasakibara, though the towering male looks a bit awkward, he didn't refuse anyone who asked for help. He helped another group with the flavour of their icing. It was quite endearing honestly. When Murasakibara was finally freed he walked back to Himuro and stood behind the raven haired man.
"Kids are scary Muro-chin."
Himuro chuckled, "Na, you're just not used to them." He said before he turning and flashing a gentle smile to the taller male. Muarasakibara was taken aback with the way Himuro looked pleased with what he did, "Good job Atsushi."
He watched as Himuro sat on his stool and quietly watched his students, some came to his desk asking trivial questions which he answered with a smile. Honestly, no had really praised him. He was never really good at anything, Midorima never let him do anything aside to guard Eden or train the angels in the Garison. Unlike Kise his powers is simple and didn't need much of thinking, nor was he as good as Midorima in leading the army. He…sucks at everything else. But even if that is the case, Himuro never said that he was a burden, he patiently waited for him to learn, he encouraged him whatever the results of his tries were. He never told him that he was stupid or it was no use teaching him. Himuro always looked happy when he teaches him. He always wore that smile. He was always kind to him, so he wanted to be good at something at least, something Himuro likes.
He wanted him to smile more at him.
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Akashi sighed for the umpteenth time, the library ever since he started working there had more visitors—well yeah, just visitors because they don't go there to read or have some peace of mind. Kiyoshi was happy about many teens come there now but honestly Akashi thought it would be better off without them. Sighing Akashi turned to find a group of girls giggling and whispering. Kiyoshi politely approached them to asked them to be quiet or leave the place. They would but be but after a few moments they'll be back to giggling and stealing glances at Akashi. Truly it was annoying the scarlet haired angel. He decided he'd just ignore them for now, this was only his second day in work after all. Picking up the stack of books in his side Akashi brought them with him. Furihata albeit reluctant let him do this job it was easy and well he liked the library after all, he likes the books.
Picking up a book from the stock pile Akashi brought it to the shelf when he stopped midway. A smile involuntary formed in his lips as he saw his wrist watch. Putting the book on its original place he brought his wrist close to his face, it was a simple cheap wrist watched, the band was made of simple faux red leather, and the watch was made of a thick plastic. Furihata was very reluctant to buy Akashi the watch saying it somehow didn't look right for someone as handsome as him. The scarlet haired angel almost choked a laugh reminding himself of how Furihata clasped both his hands over his mouth as those words left his lips while blushing furiously on their shopping day. After that incident when Furihata almost got stabbed, the brunette insisted that they'd go out and but some clothes. They went out to Shibuya, went to a check the street markets, there were a lot of small stores by the streets that offered a lot of things from kitchen utensils to street foods and clothes. It reminded Akashi of the markets in the bay of Galilee. Akashi wondered why Furihata seems to be enjoying picking clothes for him. The angel wasn't a fool, he knew he need to be practical, Akashi picked clothes below 1, 000 yen such as a simple black shirt and a gray longsleeves, but Furihata insisted to buy him a branded black pants and a white button up shirt. Finally Akashi got the other to buy himself something, which was consisted of a few minutes of pursuing the brunette that he should get himself new shoes as well. In the end they Furihata agreed with a buy one take one promo and they got almost a matching shoes, Furihata's was a red sneaker with white linings while Akashi's was a black sneaker with red linings. It occurred to him that red looks nice to the brunette.
Before the day ended Furihata bought him a souvenir, a wrist watch. The brunette after putting the wrist said he likes the color but frowned saying it didn't quite fit someone so handsome as Akashi. At that moment he felt a chuckle erupting from him as Furihata blushed at the way he just could not lie or hide the thoughts. Honestly Akashi liked that better. Furihata never lied to him. The wrist watch was cheap, nothing much but it was the very first gift he had ever received from someone. Thinking Furihata had spent days exhausting himself to the very end just to get him something was more than enough for him to call the item his treasure. Akashi decided on the evening they arrived home that he'll surely bring Furihata there as well and buy him something special.
That whole day, Akashi forgot what was he, for a whole day, Furihata made him feel like he belong there, that he didn't need to be good, or do anything great, that he was enough. And he realized it was the greatest feeling of all. To be enough. He had never felt like he was enough before, he always felt like he lacked something, even if the angels envied him because their father favoured him, he felt that even more when Sara died. He was not allowed to escort her soul, nor were the other archangels. A cherub led her to the Path of Light. And since then the hole just felt much bigger. And maybe he was just confused and angry then which led him to rebel against their father. He was stupid. He sighed, anyways he could stay here right? No one will know, if his father had let him go like this then he wouldn't say any further if he stay. His brothers though, he wonder if they were doing well. They say the day he shall escape the cage he will bring forth the apocalypse but now, he doesn't think he could do that. Lead the army of the damned souls? It sounded too troublesome. He'd rather have this kind of life. After all if he doesn't lead the damned souls the apocalypse wont start, right?
Akashi smiled to himself as he put another book on the shelf, there won't be a pro—Akashi turned quickly catching the hand of the person behind him. His eyes widen and the book fell on the floor as he stare right at those familiar eyes.
"Lucifer."
Letting the hand go, Akashi looked around, luckily no one heard the man. Narrowing his eyes at the other he called his angel name, "Gadreel." He said with a frown. He was an angel as well casted down the cage along with the other damned souls. What was he doing on earth? But something is different with Gadreel, were all damned angels looked as peaceful and happy as him? "How did you got here, weren't you locked out?"
The angel shook his head, "I was, before the fall."
"Fall?"
"Wasn't that the reason why you are here as well?" Gadreel replied, "When your cage opened many others broke as well, mine including. We fell here."
Akashi was stunned, "W-What…everyone…"
"Your brothers are here as well, did you know?"
Akashi's eyes widen, "The…archangels?"
"Yes." Gadreel answered, "I was surprised you are here, but please tell me you have found out a way to salvage earth."
Akashi found himself bumping against the shelf as he tripped on his foot. His brothers are here, then that means…he is here as well. If he is here…there will surely be…an apocalypse. What were they doing here, why did these angels fall? What's happening. Akashi could not comprehend, what exactly is happening to them. What kind of sick ploy is this. Gadreel stared hard at Akashi and his face fell as the angel's face showed clear sign of shock. "Please Lucifer, we don't have to end it like this. A-Apocalypse, what will that ever bring? Slaughtering these humans won't revive Earth or will it make Father happy. I beg of you." Akashi stared at Gadreel, what was this angel saying. Since when did he care so much about humans, he was a damned soul even before he could have interacted with any of them. Gadreel turned towards the seats, a woman with a little girl sat on a corner. "Its difficult to be human, freewill, this isn't just a gift, this is a challenge that every single day they try to make the most out of. That woman, her betrothed left her with their five years old child, he was drunkard. Her name is Eri and her daughter Miko. They accepted me at their home on the night of the fall, they…sheltered me, Eri is a kind woman. I…I learned to do day jobs, I started paying tax, the money I earn w-we use it to buy Miko's things and to continue to send her to school. I…I don't have any powers now Lucifer. And this…this is now my life. They are now my family. This is my second chance, the fall was our second chance."
"Your…life? But you are an angel."
"I was, not now, I don't even have an idea how to get back there, or if I do get back there will there be anything for me?" Gadreel looked at Akashi's eyes, "Its difficult, but its all worth it. In heaven I'm just practically a soul waiting for you to call me and then walk the Earth with the other damned soul on the day of apocalypse but now, look I am sending a child to school, I protect a woman and her daughter, I have a meaning here, I have a life here. And I know its not easy, but I'd rather suffer than just feel nothing."
There was silence Akashi had no idea how to respond. A second chance…Could it be this was the reason why he met Furihata? His second chance after Sara's death. But if it was indeed then why…why were his brothers fell too? Akashi found the woman approaching them after greeting she called Gadreel saying they have to go and shop for today's dinner. With one last glance Gadreel turned away and left with the woman and her daughter. His brothers are here…but why? If this was truly their second chance in life, then why are his brothers here as well, if they are here.
Akashi 's eyes turned to the floor a book laid there opened, picking it up he was about to close it and put it on the shelf when his eyes caught a few lines that felt strangely familiar.
Before Zeus created humans, they had two head and four limbs. But it was so powerful that he feared it may surpass him as God, so he split them into two separate beings. Their one soul halved into the two body and he damned them to forever be in search of their other half.
It was an excerpt from Plato's Symposium, the words were familiar…somehow he had heard something like this before…
It was so powerful that he feared it
Split into two separate beings
One soul…two body
Forever in search….
Akashi froze in his feet. He remember now….he remember now…he…wasn't the key element to apocalypse it was…
Kuroko
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Himuro smiled as the last group finished their work, they placed the cupcake on Himuro's desk. It was a chocolate cupcake with a fondant bunny ears. The five cupcakes all lined there, looking really pretty. "Okay, that's enough for today!" he said, "Everyone, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes sir!" the class said in unison. Half of the class hurried out of the classroom except for a group of girls who walked over to Himuro's desk holding a tray with a familiar cupcake.
"I-Its for…M-Murasakibara-san." She said with a slightlu blushing face, Himuro chuckled and turned to Murasakibara who was looking at the girl with a blank expression. "T-Thank you…for helping us."
"Hn." Murasakibara accepted the tray and the group all bowed before quickly making their way out of the classroom. Himuro stared at Murasakibara and slowly he found the purple haired male's expression soften a smile grazing his lips. "Muro-chin?"
"Hm?"
"Did…I…do a good job?"
Himuro chuckled and tip toed to pat the taller male's head. "Yep, really job well done." Himuro found Murasakibara smiling for the first time. He remember the look in Murasakibara's face when he first came, it looked troubled and hurt. But now, he look like he's genuinely happy. Somehow looking at his happy expression made Himuro's chest feel better. After the constant thinking about Apocalypse at least he get something cute to sweeten his day. "Okay, so, help me judge the cupcakes, okay?"
"This should be the best, I made them." Murasakibara said showing the rose cupcake. Himuro chuckled, but honestly it does look very tasty. The way it was formed look like a pro made them. Smiling Himuro grabbed his wrist and peeled off the cupcake paper and took a small bite. The taller male stared at him startled by his sudden action, he didn't knew he'd take him seriously. His eyes instinctively watched as Himuro small chew look very composed and graceful.
Himuro was surprised the taste was surprisingly good, the dough was simple and plain but then there was the texture of the apples and the sweet natural flavour of the fruit. "It taste great I like it." He said flashing a smile at the other. His eyes widen as he felt Murasakibara's hand's inched to his face and lifted his chin, slowly he found him leaning to his face. He could feel his hot breath in his lips and his hand dint even showed a sign of nervousness contrary to what exactly Himuro was feeling. As the gap closed Himuro found himself closing his eyes. And then he felt his lips against the other. His heart leaped out of his chest that instant, but the angel didn't move or tried to deepen the kiss. He broke the kiss quickly. Himuro could feel the heat rise up in his cheek where did Murasakibara even learn that?
"I like Muro-chin better."
Himuro felt his heart made a 360 degree acrobat spin as he heard the taller male said that. Maybe it was because it was so innocent and yet…that kiss was just. Himuro didn't know what was going on with him, well, alright maybe Murasakibara is well good looking, he's tall and cute and…But he's angel! Himuro cursed his heart for beating so loudly. "A-Atsushi!" he found him saying, his voice cracked in embarrassment. Murasakibara stared back in confusion as if surprised that the other was surprised by his actions."A-Anyway, w-we should get this done then we'll go around and ask about your brothers, o-okay?"
Murasakibara frowned, didn't Himuro liked what he did? He sounded angry. He stole a look at the smaller male, his cheeks were dusted pink. It seems like that is indeed the case. Murasakibara didn't really know much, his body acted on its own when he saw Himuro smiled at him. His lips looks very delectable, the color reminded him of cherry, and his voice was the sweetest of all. Looks like he was a failure after all, he had angered Himuro. Murasakibara kept himself silent as Himuro continued his work, afraid to be on the smaller male's way. Maybe Midorima was right it was better if he didn't do anything, in that way less mistake. He will never be good at anything, he'll never do anything right.
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After work Himuro as promised brought Murasakibara in town to ask about his brothers whereabouts. They started with the nearest police station, going through the files of people on their desk, the policemen shook their head, not a teal haired boy named Kuroko or a scarlet haired male named Akashi on their files. They proceeded to the next but again no luck, and after the after, and another. The search was very tiring but unfortunately none of them had been very helpful. Himuro sighed, they were on the seventh police station and they had gone quite far and there isn't a single information about Murasakibara's brothers. Turning around Himuro found Murasakibara behind him looking passive as usual. It must be very difficult for Murasakibara as well, the way he seems to be giving his effort with this he had guessed that he doesn't want the apocalypse as much as he does. Himuro reached to his pocket bringing out a small candy. "Atsushi?" he called the other who looked at him wearing an unreadable expression. Walking closer he put the candy in the taller male's hand, "Have some sweets, sorry but you'll have to do with this for now."
The taller male suddenly grabbed Himuro's hand and returned the candy, "I'm not hungry." Himuro's eyes widen, did he just heard Murasakibara Atsushi declined a sweet? Blinking in confusion Himuro took the candy again.
"Are you not feeling well Atsushi?"
Murasakibara shook his head, "I'm alright."
"Are you?" Himuro asked before pulling the angel in a nearby bench. "You don't look like you're okay."
The silence was eating both of them Murasakibara looked away while Himuro waited the other to say something. Sighing Himuro pushed the taller male to sit on the bench. Murasakibara looked up to the taller male.
"Its bad to lie Atsushi, don't you an angel should know that best?" the raven haired confectioner said like a reprimanding mother. Raising a hand he found Muraskibara bracing himself for the impact, but of course he had no intention of hurting at all, he placed his hand on top of his head and ruffled the long beautiful purple locks. They were perfect without a single tangle. He smiled before he leaned and cupped his face, "What's wrong Atsushi."
Opening his eyes Murasakibara found himself locked in those beautiful pool of silver eyes, "M-Muro-chin…" he found himself saying the smaller male's name. The name felt very light to his chest and the skin against his cheeks felt extremely soft and warm. Such warmth Atsushi was a stranger to, he had never felt something like that. He had never been physically close to anyone before. Not even to their Father. Himuro had such gentle features, they almost seem quite feminine, his skin was smooth and white, his fingers were a bit calloused evidence that this man used to be a basketball player. His dark eyelashes were very thick and striking. The gentle look on his face made Murasakibara's resolved melt as he removed his hands. "I'm sorry." He found himself saying as he looked down on the asphalt.
"Sorry?" Himuro asked in confusion, "Why are you apologizing Atsushi?"
Murasakibara didn't know really what was he apologizing, he thought that his very existence in Himuro's life would be worth apologizing for. He was scared that Himuro had come to hate him because of what he did earlier. What if Himuro was doing this, all because he was plain mature enough to let his stupidity slide. Stupid, yeah, he should apologize for that too. He had always burden those around him because of that, because he could not do anything himself without messing up. "I'm sorry for always…causing Muro-chin trouble. Muro-chin…is angry at me because I did something stupid earlier, right?" Himuro's eyes widen as he heard Murasakibara said those words with that sad look in his face. "I…wanted Muro-chin to know…I like Muro-chin, I didn't mean to make you angry."
"I-I'm not mad Atsushi, I-I was just…surprised."
"I'm sorry for inconveniencing Muro-chin."
Himuro sighed and leaned his forehead against Murasakibara's head, "No, Atsushi, listen, I'm not mad." He said before inching away, "I'm sorry Atsushi if I make you feel that way, but I swear I'm not mad. And you're not stupid, never call yourself that, alright? You'll never be a bother."
"Are you doing this because you're afraid that the world will end?"
Himuro was speechless at that question, was he doing it because of that? Strange, normally he'd flat out say yes, but right now he can't bring himself to do so. At first the thought of knowing the world is gonna end and having an access to someone who may ultimately stop it made him feel guilty, but right now he realized, what exactly was the point of saving people from their death via apocalypse when in reality, they will all end in the same road—death. So why was he helping Murasakibara? His chest constricted painfully, those lavender eyes felt like a velveteen blanket wrapping in him in a warm embrace. It was such a difficult question coming from someone so simple. He remembers now the look in Murasakibara's eyes the brokenness within. Perhaps it was that innocence that drew him to look after him, perhaps it was the sincerity.
Murasakibara felt as if every passing second adds a thorn in his heart, as Himuro's answer pending he felt his hope that the raven haired man actually cares beyond the field of saving humanity. It was crazy, that was his job right and if Himuro would be helping him, shouldn't he be happy about it? What was this feeling that he wanted his attention all to his, what was this sudden greed to be his everything?
"Aka-chin."
"Yes?"
"Do you like me?"
"Yes of course."
"Why doesn't Aka-chin looks my way?"
"Its quite troublesome, you're very tall, you see."
"Hn."
Perhaps it was the way Himuro looked at him, perhaps it was the way he turned his way, looked up with him with a smile. It was the glint his eyes. Perhaps it was the one thing he was so inclined to have only to himself. It was his smiles, his eyes, Himuro—all of him. Had he ever felt like this to others? No one had ever been like that to him. No had tried to look his way with such warmth. Even Akashi had not even thought of looking up his way, they know they care, Himuro was no different but somehow at some point he is different. The way he made him feel like he was beyond just an angel that landed in this strange world, beyond someone who needs his help. Murasakibara had come to face that this may be a something that is one-sided, and it hurts more than it should. But he wanted to confirm it to Himuro himself.
"I...I don't know." Himuro's answer came with a shaky voice. Murasakibara stared at the raven haired man, face with a flush of pink tainting his cheeks. He looked very frail right then, the man who had taken him under his wings, took care of more than thirty students a day looked like he is in the verge of tears right now. Perhaps confusion makes humans vulnerable?
"Kuro-chin doesn't look much to me when we talk."
Kuroko turned and looked at his brother who stood a few feet away, "I always need to crane my neck to do so, Murasakibara-kun, I wish you understand that its quite straining for me."
"Just like Aka-chin's answer…"
Kuroko was quiet for a moment before he spoke, a small secretive smile in his lips, "One day, when you meet someone who looks at you as much, ask them what they see when they look at you."
Murasakibara stood quietly as Himuro's thoughts seems to drift somewhere else, "Muro-chin?" Himuro as usual looked up at Murasakibara with a puzzled look, "What does Muro-chin see when he looks up at me?"
Blinking Himuro was baffled at the sudden question. Staring at Murasakibara he found himself with the most ethereal sight. A soft breeze blew their way slightly sweeping Murasakibara's hair—
"If you are special to them they'll say instead of your face…"
"The sky."
Murasakibara's eyes widen.
"Why the sky?"
"When you stand Murasakibara-kun makes us see the sky."
"I don't like the sky."
"Why?"
"It doesn't do anything Kuro-chin."
Kuroko shook his head, "The sky had everything Murasakibara-kun. It reflects everything that makes us calm, everything that we put our faith in is beyond the clouds, its where we find our peace. If they say they see they see the sky when they look at you, its because they see their peace, faith and comfort in you."
"Father said it didn't he, once someone had compared you to a the sky…"
Himuro was puzzeled with the look of surprise in Murasakibara's face, "Atsushi?" He called the taller male, Murasakibara snapping out of his thoughts shook his head. "Are you okay?"
"Forget about it Muro-chin," he said a small smile grazing his lips, "I'm alright now. Let's just go home for now?"
Unsure what happened Himuro agreed and led the way home.
Kuro-chin…I found him
…
"Tadaima!"
Furihata announced his presence as he opened the door, as soon as he took off his shoes he found a set of two feet clad in white socks standing across him, before he could properly take a look he found himself pulled in a tight hug. The arms around him was slightly trembling and he could hear Akashi's breathing was ragged. "Akashi-kun?" he asked but he was only answered as Akashi pressed him impossibly closer to him. "Akashi-kun did something happen?"
"Would you just let me hold you for now?"
"A-Alright but…Are you really okay?"
Furihata felt the angel nodded.
"You know its alright to tell me, eh uhm, I'm not forcing you or anything but—"
"Kouki?" Furihata tensed at the mention of his name, he isn't used to the angel calling him by his first name yet. His slick voice never fails to give him chills. "You are…alright, yes?"
"I-I am." Furihata answered half confused to that sudden question. He felt Akashi's arms loosen around him giving him enough space. "Did something happen?"
"I just…remembered a lot of things today, I'm glad you're home."
The last part of that sentence made Furihata blush up to the tips of his ears. He have no idea how Akashi could say those lines without even blinking. "I'm glad you're safe and you're here now, that is all that matters." He said with a kind smile grazing his lips, perhaps for others that might look quite creepy but in all honesty, that is Akashi's most genuine smile. Furihata had no idea but somehow he feels like Akashi is hiding something important from him. He didn't want to pry in his problems but the way Akashi is acting is bothering him. He looked like he was doing this like they'll be parting away soon. The thought was quite terrifying. The thought saying good bye to him is. Akashi broke the hug completely and turned away saying something about Furihata should finish his things to do so that he could rest early.
The back turned against him sent Furihata shaking, he didn't know where the feeling was coming from but he was certain it was fright.
We…are we going to lose him again?
Just like…that…time?
Furihata gasped as his mind was flooded again with images that felt like it was his and the same time not. He saw an image of a dessert, he remember three armed men and a cold metallic object pressed to him. Then from a corner he saw him. This time the image was hazy but not entirely blurred. He could make out the color of his eyes and hair, the clothes he wore like a robe, and that beautiful wings that look like they were ablaze. The next thing he knew the image was getting blurry and he was falling down on the sands, and the image fainted slowly into black.
"Kouki?"
Furihata gasped as he heard his name before snapping out of his reverie. He found Akashi's hand over his shoulder slightly shaking him with concern in his eyes. His eyes were wide and his lips slightly trembling. A tear escaped Furihata's eyes..
No,…he returned.
He has returned
"Sei?"
…
Nijimura sighed as he looked around the room, the familiar man sat while holding a book. His usual cheery smile plastered in his face, he placed the book down before looking at his companion. Nijimura took a sit, "Hanamiya went to see Midorima, have you heard it?" he said, the man looked at him a smile disappearing form his face for a moment before it returned to a small smile again. The man sighed, wrong question, he should have known, this man is God, who was he kidding, of course he knows.
"You know I don't like Hanamiya very much." He said before returning his eyes to the book in his hand.
"I know, but could you have at least tell your children about what's about to happen next?"
"Hm?" the man hummed, "If I do that it destroys the whole purpose of this thing."
"It endangers them don't you think?" Nijimura said lacing his fingers together, "And they are straying away from you, with all these things slowly revealed to them, they are losing their admiration to you their Father. Soon your son Michael will be awaken, have you thought of the danger that imposes to him…and to the Sword?"
"Of course I have," he said, "its not my duty to be loved my children, but it is my duty to raise them right and lead them to the right path."
"This path? The path to humanity is right? Is it worth the risk, all the danger, is it worth it?"
"There is no easy route to reach paradise, as there is no shortcut in obtaining a marvellous goal." He said as placed the open book down on the desk. "All of these shall test the bond that had formed between them, especially to Michael and his sword. It will be difficult, very difficult but this is the only way I could give them what I have deprived them of for years, for Michael, for Lucifer, for everyone. One day I wish they would understand."
"They wouldn't if you would keep yourself hidden under that stupid disguise."
"I am not in disguise." He answered, "…Perhaps they have forgotten how I look after 8,000 years."
"Of course they have."
The man with brown hair shook his head chuckling as he looked back in the book reading the passages…
Before Zeus created humans, they had two head and four limbs. But it was so powerful that he feared it may surpass him as God, so he split them into two separate beings. Their one soul halved into the two body and he damned them to forever be in search of their other half.
"I hope when the time comes, Michael will forgive me…as a father who was only frightened for his safety." He said with a sad smile, "Power is a very heavy burden, it wasn't something such sweet child should carry. At the very least, now, he shall be with him."