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Title: My Star Has Fallen...
Fandom: King of Fighters
Characters: Iori Yagami, Kusanagi, Kyo Kusanagi
Summary:

[Sequel to Painting the Snow in Red]
After KUSANAGI has captured his long-time hunted prey, he doesn't hold back and releases his all bottled up feelings...

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Soon enough, one redhead regains consciousness and shakily opens his eyes while weakly groaning.

It’s dark. So blinding dark around him. However, it takes him nearly a minute to realize that wherever he is, that is not his bedroom. That place is simply too freezing.

When he tries to get up, he becomes alerted by the sound of rustling chains and how his hands are attached to some sort of metal frame.

Just what the hell happened to him? Whoever is responsible for this would definitely pay for this sick, twisted joke.

Suddenly, his doubts are finally cleared by the clicking sound, and this minimalistic room is illuminated, revealing white cracked peeling walls and a naked light bulb slowly swinging like a hanged person above Iori’s head. More so, there are several boxes stacked in the corner along with a lot of empty, and still barely touched bottles lying around.

For now, the master of this domain leans against the door frame and smirks like a delightful cat, while his red eyes blaze as hell’s fury. “Well~ Look, who has decided to wake up?”

Meanwhile, Yagami looks around and notices that he is handcuffed to the bed frame of this dark creature’s bed, and his aching body with no healthy spot makes him grunt.

After struggling for longer, he slightly rolls on his broken rib, which is enough to close his eyes and whimper like a wounded dog. Despite that, the redhead carefully respires and rolls on his back. Lastly, he only narrows his piercing gaze and growls at his opponent without removing his eyes from him.

“Oh, so scary~” The tanned brunette comments while cracking a mocking smile. After a brief pause, he approaches his restrained prey.

When ‘Nagi gets close, he sits on the bed edge and adds in a purring-like voice. “Good. It wouldn’t be interesting if you didn’t put any effort, you know.”

As the tanned brunette reaches his hand, he strokes his partner’s cheek with such amusement. Besides, despite Iori being on the death verge not so long ago, he still keeps these stubborn eyes that are dear to this dark entity.

Suddenly, Kusanagi lifts and turns his head upon feeling the redhead’s leg lands a soft kick on him. For sure, such a gesture makes him chuckle. “What’s wrong? It’s that all you got? And so much for the beast with the corrupted flame for ya…”

After he climbs on the bed and corners his plaything, he arches his back like a large feline and yawns. Thus, upon opening his crimson eyes, he cannot have enough of the satisfying view in front of him.

Even if Iori turns his head away, he refuses to admit his defeat and bites his lower lip.

“Hey, you’ve been quiet all this time. Come on, just say anything~” The tanned brunette addresses his partner while gently slapping his cheek.

After receiving no response from Yagami, ‘Nagi lowers his darkened face and curves a sadistic smile. A moment later, he rests his hands on the redhead’s belly and says in a playful yet menacing tone. “You know, there is something I wanna try.”

Whatever this unpredictable entity has in mind doesn’t sound promising at all. Yet Iori immediately widens his eyes and panics when Kusanagi grips his pants and underwear while, before placing his other hand on his crotch, the tanned brunette gives him a strangely sleepy look. “Now, now, don’t be shy. I have to make sure that if you’re really packing or not.”

Unfortunately for the redhead, in his current pathetic state, ‘Nagi strips another layer of his dignity as it is nothing more than a part of his play with his food.

Meanwhile, the tanned brunette whistles and smiles like an idiot upon exposing Yagami’s lower regions as if it is nothing special. “That’s an impressive beast you got down there~ Tho, that’s kinda a shame that you’re not really a chick. Oh, well… It’s not that you’ll be needing that now.”

Nevertheless, Iori instinctively moves his hips to the side and keeps his legs as closed as his remaining strength allows.

However, that sinister look on his opponent’s face alone warns that even in his death, he is nothing more than a trapped mouse under his claw.

In the end, ‘Nagi holds and spreads the redhead’s legs. Thus, as the ruthless blizzard howls outside, it is only the beginning of Yagami’s nightmare.


Even in between Kusanagi beastly pounding his mate, he pants and lets out soft moans like an animal during the heat season.

Surely, when Iori silently respires while his chest bloats, the tanned brunette is entertained by his cracked poker face that gradually changes into twisting from the anguish.

Besides, even if his lover is covered in bruises and scratches, he remains as beautiful as an elusive porcelain doll that is painted with the blood and the ash from their decisive fight, which is a perfect shade.

More so, knowing that it is Kusanagi’s proudest masterpiece by far, arouses the dark creature, who shows no intentions of sparing the caught toy that was made just for him.

At that moment, the tanned brunette softens his gaze and brushes Iori’s hair from his face. “Hey, I know you don’t wanna let me go. But you gonna milk me instantly if you do that.”

However, his words barely reach the exhausted Yagami, who only pitifully whispers while the little flame of vitality is a long time gone in his dimmed eyes. “Kyo…”

Surely, hearing the awfully familiar name of the certain Kusanagi heir pierces the red-eyed male’s eyes like a rusty, numb knife. After a brief moment, he covers his eyes and cracks a fake smile.

“How come that shitty and lousy brat is always on your mind? It’s fucking unfair...” Kusanagi murmurs in a shaky voice. When he shakes his head, he adds. “I fucking hate this...”

After several moments, the tanned brunette’s deadly silence grows into the chuckle and he tilts his head and starts laughing like a maniac.

Suddenly, Kusanagi grips his partner’s throat, making him gasp.

“You know, if I cannot have you, then that fucking disgusting freak of nature won’t either!” He announces in a delirious tone before picking up his previous rhythm.

Soon, Kusanagi reaches his limit and tightens his grasp around Iori’s neck until the cracking noise makes the redhead sing his swan song.

In the end, the tanned brunette slowly regains his breath while covering his mouth with his elbow and staring at his prized possession. Surely, seeing the thick purple fingerprints on Iori’s neck makes Kusanagi feel the heat rushing to his cheeks and chuckle. “I won…”

When he gently wraps his hands around the redhead’s neck and leans close to his face, he closes his eyes and starts licking the corners of Iori’s cold lips before pulling him into a kiss. Lastly, as he makes sweet whimpers, he feels the single tears running down his cheeks.


Some time passes by and the harsh blizzard has calmed down. But for now, Kusanagi leans against the cold concrete wall and lights the cigarette.

As he blows a gray, thick smoke, he stares at it dissolving into the same color sky with his empty red eyes and cracks a bitter smile. However, this fleeting moment of peace doesn’t last long, and the familiar voice of one pesky brunette makes him turn his head.

Suddenly, Kyo roughly grabs his black jacket without removing his indignant yet anxious eyes. “Where is Yagami? I’ll make you pay for whatever you have done to him!”

Instead of giving in to his opponent’s intimidation, Kusanagi mockingly backfires. “… And you have the audacity to come empty-handed like some whining spoiled brat who thinks that the world revolves around him.”

However, Kyo only lowers his head and releases the dark entity. Besides, there is no point in listening to him when Yagami might be in danger.

Just as he passes Kusanagi and is about to enter the abandoned apartment, the tanned brunette grins and addresses him. “What a selfish bastard you are… At least you should have brought the flowers with you, you idiot.”

Surely, these words make the Kusanagi heir make him widen his terrified amber eyes and freeze in the same spot. Nevertheless, he clenches his hands into fists and rushes through the door.

“Hmph. Send my regards and condolences, okay?” The tanned brunette rests his hands in his jeans pockets and turns his back before taking his leave. Besides, there is no reason for him to stay any longer. However, it may take him some time to find someone who will spark something in him and become his new power and new desire.


After a while, Kyo reaches the last floor and slams the door. “Oi, Yagami! Yagami, where the hell are you?”

Yet he receives no answers aside from the intense silence and the bad shivers sent down his spine that make him shrug and rub his arms. But for now, he continues exploring this freezing place.

After a few minutes of wandering around, he opens the bedroom door and immediately drops to his knees. “Yagami…”

All he can do is stare with his big scared eyes at the peacefully slumbering Iori tucked under the thin, snow-white blanket.

“Ya… Yagami…” Kyo manages to say through his trembling lips while something painfully is stuck in his throat and makes him choke on his words.

Despite that, he forces himself to stand up, even if his legs refuse to listen to him. After getting close to the resting redhead, his heart clenches and twists in unbearable pain just by seeing these countless injuries on his partner alone.

But for now, he sits close to Iori and sighs, deep inside, hoping that he’ll wake up any moment.

Thus, Kyo doubtfully reaches to touch Yagami’s cheek and lands his fingertips on him.

‘It’s cold…’ The brunette wonders how his palm brushes his ice-cold skin down to his neck with no response from Iori.

A moment later, he tightens his trembling lips and bites them as hard until he feels the warm iron taste in his mouth. Just as he does his best to hold back from making any noise and breaking in front of his late lover, Kyo cannot take it anymore and pulls Yagami into a tight hug.

When he buries his fingers into Iori’s hair, the Kusanagi heir rests his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes. “Yagami… Why?”

Finally, he cannot stop the never-ending flow of salty tears running down his face and eventually soaking his clothes and sobbing. “Weren’t you the one… the one who told me you’ll take me with you… even to the Sanzu river?… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Yagami.”

In the end, he tightens his embrace and howls from the bottom of his heart until his broken voice becomes mute.


Unknown time amount has passed. After the brunette releases Yagami from his embrace, he wipes his tears and takes the last look at his deceased lover with his dimmed amber eyes.

Thus, when he completely covers him under the blanket, Kyo respires and carefully picks Iori into his arms before leaving this cold and unforgiving place. Surely, even if it may take a while to get out of this building, the brunette is determined to gather his all strength and not drop him.

However, it won’t be difficult like to find any will or words to bring the unfortunate news without breaking apart again. Besides, even if Yagami is gone, he cannot follow him to whatever place he is now. After all, who will take care of their adopted kitten who might be the only remaining living memory of Iori? Or so Kyo convinces himself and feeling how he may leak like a sponge by not being handle such unexpected and sudden loss.

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Title: Painting the Snow in Red
Fandom: King of Fighters
Characters: Iori Yagami, Kusanagi
Summary:

It seems that ‘Nagi has finally caught his dream prey.
What will he do with it?
Will he finish his victim or do something else with it?
Read and find out~

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Somewhere in an old, abandoned construction site.

The snowflakes are gracefully dancing in the gray sky filled with clouds.

Upon reaching the silent scenery, which lingers in the submerging smoke, some snowflakes land and immediately melt away on one tanned brunette.

As he looks down on his newest victim, he smiles while his crimson eyes glow with natural excitement.

Even right now, the lingering sensation of the blood running down his fingertips thrills him, and he refuses to wipe them and lets them drip on the untainted snow, dying it in the same color as his slain opponent.

A second later, Kusanagi spreads his palm and sticks out his tongue like a cat.

After cautiously tasting his opponent’s blood, he freezes for a moment before breaking into a smile of delight.

As the tanned brunette enjoys licking off fingers, he comments in a nearly purring-like voice. “… So sweet~ Even your blood tastes so good.”

Soon, Kusanagi squats next to the weak and exhausted redhead.

“C’mon, don’t tell that all you got? Hey, stand up~” the tanned brunette addresses him while ignoring his wounds.

After he receives no response, he grabs Iori by his shirt and brings him close to his face. “Hey… Please don’t ignore me.”

As Yagami stares at him with blank eyes, Kusanagi lowers his head and grinds his teeth.

“Even if I finally defeated you, you're still down on me!” the frustrated brunette adds before roughly tossing his plaything on the ground.

Meanwhile, Iori only weakly grunts, without bothering to fight back or move even a single muscle in his body.

For sure, it makes ‘Nagi stand up and scream at the top of his lungs. “STOP TAKING ME SO LIGHTLY!”

A second hasn’t passed, and a lonely construction site already absorbed his voice.

Meanwhile, Yagami allows the falling snowflakes to cover his body with the snow blanket, which is almost as warm as his body.

Besides, he understands that any resistance or the slightest movement will only agitate his opponent, and he doesn’t have the strength or will to fight.

After all, he already lost. What’s the point of proving otherwise? That’s why it’s better to exit with dignity.

He also believes that ‘Nagi will still play with his corpse, anyway. So why he should be enabling this stray cat that hunts for pleasure and has too much unused energy?

Speaking of cats, he wonders if Kyo hasn’t forgotten to feed Oreo and keep its litter box clean. That’s all he cares for.

But for now, Iori slowly blinks and silently exhales while staring at the gray sky.

Instead of this world, he sees an image of his partner playing with their adopted kitten, the only remaining light in this world.

Yet, his further thoughts are interrupted by a familiar voice. “You know, I gonna break another bone if you gonna keep ignoring me.”

As Kusanagi rubs his nape and keeps his hand in his pants pocket, he sends a powerful kick to Iori’s side, making his body roll on his stomach.

While he stops on his opponent’s back, he adds. “Tsk. Ya even stopped reacting. Don’t tell me you gave up?”

After ‘Nagi removes his foot, he lowers his head and bites his lower lip. “You’re no fun at all. If that was that good-for-nothing original, you might be still full of energy. And so much of the Red Demon with the corrupted flame for ya…”

Kusanagi kneels close to the fallen Iori and turns him on his back. “You’re cold.”

After he places his arm behind Yagami’s back, he brings him closer.

At that moment, the tanned brunette softens his gaze and brushes the clotted bangs from his opponent’s face.

After he sighs, he brushes his fingertips against Yagami’s lips and the corners of it.

But for now, he enjoys tracing the blood down his cheek and neck.

Surely, the tanned brunette slowly admires his plaything.

To think of it, Iori is no different from the porcelain doll. Therefore, he also needs to be treated as one.

No. Yagami is far prettier than any of these or any living woman ever will. Even with these bruises over his face and body, he looks beautiful.

More so, that bright red suits his pale skin, as if it’s a perfect make-up made just for him. Or so Kusanagi thinks while painting the redhead in the same color as his hair and admiring his work.

When his fingers slide down to his black choker, ‘Nagi comments in a sweet voice. “You know, unlike the original, there is something that only I can do.”

After he ignites his finger, the tiny orange flame dances on it.

As the fire touches the choker, it immediately releases Yagami’s throat and sinks into the snow.

“See? You are free from him. So, you don’t have to chase after him anymore.” Kusanagi adds.

When he places his palm on Iori’s cheek, he asks. “Hey, can you look at me for at least once?”

After receiving no answers, the tanned brunette withdraws his palm and turns his gaze away.

At that moment, he can’t understand why he is so frustrated. But he doesn’t want to show his vulnerable side.

Unfortunately, ‘Nagi’s unusually shaky voice betrays him. “You’re so cruel… You know that, right?”

But for now, he cracks a bitter smile. “Well, whatever. As if it any of that matters anymore. Besides…”

When Kusanagi leans close to Iori, he whispers. “I like you. That’s why~”


Meanwhile, Iori is swallowed by the darkness, and the outer world ceases to exist for him.

Even there, he remains immobile, without having control over his body or feeling anything - no sadness, no fear, no regrets, no happiness, no nothing.

Suddenly, a ray of light shines on him.

It’s so warm and strangely calms him down.

Soon, he notices one Kusanagi greeting him with a kind smile. “Welcome back.”

However, something is wrong.

When Iori attempts to lift his arm and reach for him, not a single muscle in his body moves.

All he can do is only silently spit the pitiful words.

A second later, Kyo widens his eyes in shock, and his face darkens upon realizing something.

“Wait… What are you doing here? You were not supposed to be here… Not yet.” The brunette addresses him.

Kyo only closes his eyes before pushing him away. “Leave. You do not belong here. It’s still too early for you, you fool. Return when your time will come!”

In the end, Yagami regains control over his body and desperately tries to reach Kyo while he falls until he disappears.


But for now, while Kusanagi drags Iori by the back of his collar, he checks on him and smiles.

“Oh~ So, our sleeping beauty decided to wake up? Good.” the tanned brunette remarks on Yagami’s twitching limbs and his faint groaning.

At that moment, Iori only stares with his lowered head at the distancing scenery.

“You know, I would take you home. However, you will scare my boys. But don’t worry. We’ll find you a nice place.” Kusanagi adds in a cheerful voice.

In the end, a strong wind rises, growing into a storm that hides this couple.

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Title: When the Fairy Tale Dies
Fandom: Togainu no Chi
Characters: Shiki, Akira, Original Male Character
Pairing: Shiki x Akira, Akira & Original Male Character (one-sided)
Summary:

[This story was made as entry for September’s month N+C Archive Monthly Prompt Challenge.]
Private Tatsuya never believed nor experienced what love is. However, that smile… If only he had never seen it, he wouldn’t need to suffer the heartache and realize it would be his doom when it would be too late.
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Another day, another daily morning checkup. That is just a part of the military secretary’s routine. Despite it being only an ordinary procedure, Akira treats it as a responsibility as the captain of his squad.

After all, no matter how big or small his task, he takes it seriously and carefully. Akira finds the greatest reward in not only preparing a proper report but also making the commander happy.

But for now, as he reads the next name on the list, he closes his eyes and frowns after he doesn’t receive an immediate answer.

“Tatsuya.” The silver-haired secretary repeats.

The rookie soldier gets startled, yet after he straightens his back, he responds in a confused voice. “Y-yes!”

“Haven’t you slept enough at home? Pay attention next time.” Akira reminds.

As soon as the entire squad either snorts or murmurs among themselves, it gets cut by the cold, piercing glare of the military secretary alone.

After he closes his eyes, he continues checking the list.

Meanwhile, the scolded brunette lowers his head, wondering how someone almost the same age as him, if not younger, is already acting like a cold, bitter old man who never lived a day as a human.

More so, he heard the rumors that even off his duties, Akira kept that strict, stoic posture and married his job.

He can't use his position to treat people badly or expect too much from new recruits. Tatsuya thinks while remembering his sore arms and back from the captain’s last punishment.

Apparently, last week, he was late for only five minutes.

Yet, the military secretary didn’t bother to listen to any excuses and made him stand outside the corridor holding a water bucket in each arm without lowering them.

One thing was enduring the weight, and another was being an entertainment for anyone who passed by.

The captain was a demon who enjoyed torturing anyone for the tiniest mistakes. Tatsuya was convinced. Soon, he completely changed his mind.

A few days ago, he was minding his own business until he accidentally saw Captain Akira carrying a pile of papers and stopping for a bit.

At first glance, it may look like nothing unusual. However, something caught the brunette’s eye.

When the secretary checked the documents, his stone-cold face changed by something that might be considered impossible and even out of the mortal realm.

Apparently, the silver-haired male softened his gaze and smiled when his fingers picked one of the papers without caring about anyone in the world.

Of course, Tatsuya was in awe by spotting that the captain was showing human emotions and realizing that he witnessed a miracle.

Unfortunately, such a sight lasted as long as a shooting star. Thus, when the blue-eyed male fixed the papers, he returned to the known preserved secretary.

Despite this moment being brief, it left a lasting impression on the rookie soldier, who couldn’t stop thinking about it and longed to see it again.

Back to the present. Some time passes, and it’s finally the afternoon.

Today, the brunette hopes he’ll break the ice between them and befriend the captain.

From what he heard, Akira should prepare and serve the afternoon’s tea and snacks around this time. If so, perhaps, if he is in a better mood, he might spare even a single minute of his precious time.

Of course, if they won’t miss each other, which would be a shame. After all, the brunette had to pay one of the soldiers to cover his back to skip the duties. Or so Tatsuya thinks to himself.

The blue-eyed secretary leaves the kitchen with the goods and goes to the commander's office, unaware of being followed.

A few minutes pass. Finally, it’s the moment of truth!

After the brunette fixes the collar of his shirt and takes a deep breath, he approaches his unsuspecting captain. “Captain. Um, there is something I need to talk about with you.”

Akira only glimpses at him before shooing him. “Did anything happen? Whatever it is, if that is not urgent, it can wait.”

Yet, the rookie soldier is more stubborn and doesn’t give up.

“Captain, that looks heavy. So, let me help you.” The brunette insists.

However, as he is about to take the tray, Akira stops and gracefully lifts it.

“No, thank you. I can handle it on my own.” The silver-haired secretary declines.

After he lowers his arms, he raises an eyebrow. “By the way, if I’m not mistaken, there is supposed to be a first aid course in the afternoon. So, what are you doing here?”

“Shit, that’s no good! I’m deep in trouble now. He’s going to ditch me for real. Mom, Dad, sorry for disappointing you.” Tatsuya bethinks when Akira narrows his gaze, judging him like a criminal and waiting for his explanation.

After a temporary pause, the secretary closes his eyes and sighs.

Lastly, he addresses Tatsuya. “I wouldn’t have arranged these courses if that was a waste of time. It’s a crucial skill that is mandatory to know because it will help you to survive. More importantly, instead of fleeing away and abandoning your team like a coward, you could save someone’s life and have a higher chance of defeating the enemy.”

The brunette only lowers his head like a scolded puppy. “Y-yes, sir… Then, I will be going!”. Despite convincing himself that he should be glad he paid off only getting lectured, he is more upset that his plan didn’t work.

Perhaps another day will be better. Tatsuya ponders while heading back to the auditorium. Right now, he takes it as a defeat in the fight but not in the battle and plans for another move.

 


 

Another day, another chance. This time, the brunette plans to wait as soon as his break starts and check if the captain is in his office.

Suddenly, the morning checkup is interrupted by someone opening the gate.

While Tatsuya is as perplexed as anyone else in his squad, he observes how Akira salutes the approaching commander without hesitation or fear, only showing pure respect for this man.

“I beg your pardon, sir. It’s a huge honor that you decided to pay a visit. But what brings you here?” The reserved secretary asks.

Perhaps the captain is numb or lucky not to feel Shiki’s lingering, menacing, cold energy. The brunette wonders.

“Do I ever needed any excuses to check on anyone?” The red-eyed male asks.

“No. Not all, sir,” Akira politely replies.

Lastly, the commander orders. “Good. Continue your work.”

Meanwhile, the brunette feels nervous about Shiki’s presence alone, and he can swear that the commander isn’t that focused on the captain, as he is waiting for any soldier to make a single wrong move or breath at the wrong time.

More so, he doesn’t understand how the military secretary acts as if the most powerful man in the country is not next to him.

 


 

Some time passed. Finally, it’s time for the break.

Who knew that the military tyrant was much scarier in person than he heard? In any case, his plan should go smoothly, and it was only a once-in-a-lifetime experience to encounter That Man. Tatsuya wonders as he shrugs at the thought of Shiki alone while wandering in the corridor.

Speaking of which...

Apparently, as he gets closer, he notices Akira leaning against the wall next to his office door while being cornered by Shiki, talking about something.

Soon enough, the military tyrant wraps his arm around his subordinate’s waist and brings him closer.

More so, the brunette cannot unsee the commander’s possessive eyes focusing on his prey while placing his palm on his cheek, nor how the captain is calm.

At this point, Tatsuya feels he is walking into the wrong place at the wrong time. Therefore, it might be wiser to turn back and withdraw.

When he turns his head, he notices Shiki is giving him a victorious glare as a giant feline who shows its conquered territory while the once-serious secretary closes his eyes and submits to the supreme ruler.

That fucking ugly bastard is using his power to take advantage of Akira! So, who knows how long the captain was enduring this? However, he cannot do much in his current position nor oppose the supreme leader without risking his and his family’s life. Tatsuya realizes as his rage grows.

Despite that, the brunette has a powerful urge to snap out of Akira and make him realize he needs someone better who would treasure him instead of bullying him. Someone who will protect him and keep him safe from the rest of the world.

 


 

And thus, a few days pass.

Perhaps the captain will change his mind and go out with him today. After all, it’s Friday, and it should be fine to relax by the end of the week. The brunette thinks to himself while following Akira from a distance.

 


 

For now, the unsuspecting military secretary’s eyes carefully scan through the bookshelves. As his fingers gently run through each book, his hand gracefully picks the wanted item.

However, the silver-haired male widens his eyes upon hearing a familiar voice behind him. “There have you been, captain. I was looking for you for a while.”

A second later, he closes his eyes and briefly exhales before facing a certain soldier.

“What you want?” Akira strictly asks.

“Um, I want to ask you one thing. You see… I was meaning to do it earlier, but I didn’t know how to say it and you seem to be always so busy…” Tatsuya replies while rubbing his nape and lowering his head.

“You can tell me whatever it is.” The silver-haired secretary replies.

As Tatsuya straightens his back, he clenches his hands into fists and announces. “Please, go out with me!”

When the blue-eyed secretary steps back, he raises his eyebrow and hugs the held books. “Huh?”

After noticing such a genial reaction, the brunette shakily raises his palms and defends himself. “I, I didn’t mean that way!… What I meant is… Well, not quite that but…”

While he observes the doubting secretary, he proposes. “You know, I thought maybe we could go out for a couple of drinks and have a good time. You’ve been so tensed and maybe that could help to forget about the job or the commander, even if that is for a moment.”

After hearing these words, even the preserved military secretary’s poker face slightly cracks and frowns. Yet, he does his best to contain his emotions and holds back from the violence.

When Akira closes his eyes and lifts his head, he walks by the pesky soldier. “If you have nothing to say and are planning to waste my time, I’m leaving.”

Suddenly, Akira widens his eyes and stops as someone grabs his arm.

“Wait! I… I didn’t mean to upset you. All I want is to help you because… because I care about you, -er, I mean your well-being.” The brunette confesses while giving a begging gaze.

The silver-haired male only narrows his gaze and immediately brushes his arm. “Let me go.”

When he reaches the exit door and places his hand on the handle, it freezes after hearing Tatsuya’s comment. “I know that the commander harasses you. I saw it several times.”

For sure, it makes Akira’s heart drop down on his heels, and his stomach twists. Despite that, he turns back and keeps a serious face.

Meanwhile, the brunette gives a concerned look. “You don’t need to pretend that you have the feelings for that twisted bastard or endure it. I don’t like how someone touches you. That coward is using his power and taking advantage of your naiveness. It’s not alright. Just because the commander sees you as his personal whore, you don’t have to pretend to be one. But I’m here for you and to support you because, because I…”

He wanted to tell him how much he loved him, but… if only it was that simple.

Firstly, Tatsuya understands that both of them have different positions of power. After all, he is just a private soldier, and Akira is the right hand of the most powerful man in the country.

Therefore, it’s understandable if the secretary won’t want to ruin his reputation by messing around with a low-rank soldier like him.

Secondly, what if the blue-eyed male’s heart is taken by someone else? There is a chance that his precious captain doesn’t feel the same.

More importantly, what if Akira was disgusted by something weird and gross as another guy confessing his feelings to him?

But for now, Akira only gives a questioning look and approaches him.

On the other hand, it seems that luck is on the brunette’s side.

Perhaps his words reached his adored person’s heart. Or so Tatsuya believes when the military secretary silently stares at him and extends his palm to touch his cheek. “…Captain.”

Suddenly, the harsh sound of slapping echoes through the entire library.

While the brunette remains shocked, Akira gives him a cold shoulder. “Keep your foul thoughts to yourself. This time, I’ll let you go with a warning. However, if such behavior repeats in the future, the outcome will be different. Please, think twice before opening your mouth.”

In the end, Private Tatsuya is left alone with a pulsing sensation of the stinging pain on his cheek and betrayal. Nevertheless, it only makes him desire Akira much more.

After all, the captain is brainwashed and manipulated by the commander. Yet, the blue-eyed male did this to protect him, didn’t he?

Therefore, he must free Akira from that twisted man’s claws and make him realize what is good for him. Soon, Commander Shiki should face his downfall and pay for what he has done. Or so the brunette realizes while scheming how to achieve his plan.

 


 

It’s the beginning of another week. This time, the brunette uses his chance when Akira has an important meeting with the commander and other high-ranking officers.

That’s why, when no one is around, Tatsuya picks a small flathead screwdriver and a thin nail file and begins to break the locked office door.

Of course, he has to work carefully, but fast. Otherwise, he’ll get caught in the same spot.

Gladly, it’s not a complicated lock compared to what he had picked in his childhood. Or so the brunette thinks as, eventually, he hears the cracking noise.

And thus, without wasting time, he enters the commander’s office.

For now, all he left is to wait until Shiki shows up to strike him.

So, it’s only a matter of time before the captain will be rescued and safe from that awful man. Or so Tatsuya convinces to himself as he takes the combat knife from the side of his belt and stares at the naked blade.

 


 

Some time passed. Suddenly, the brunette is alerted by the opening door.

Despite having a loud heartbeat, he takes a deep breath and grasps the knife.

One sudden move and the blade sinks into his enemy.

However, Tatsuya becomes pale and freezes in terror upon hearing a yelp and barely comprehends what he has done.

While Akira’s face twists in pain, he shakily places his gloved palm around the stabbed shoulder. “Co… commander… run! It’s… it’s a trap…”

Just before the military secretary collapses, Shiki manages to wrap his arms from behind and slowly sits Akira against the wall.

Soon enough, the commander’s face darkens, and lowers his head. After he stands up, he turns around and pulls the sword from the sheath.

At that moment, the rookie soldier shakes his head while muttering and stepping back.

Even if he tripped over, he desperately crawls backward, begging for forgiveness, and without removing his eyes from Shiki, who radiates a pure fury and hatred for his opponent.

“That’s your last words, you filthy trash?” The red-eyed male growls.

However, just before Shiki swings the blade and slays the terrified soldier, he is stopped by his secretary’s voice. “Not yet, sir!”

The supreme ruler turns his gaze at his secretary.

But for now, he listens to his wounded subordinate, who remains professional even in situations like this. “You can do whatever you please with that traitor, sir. However… however, first, I need to know how… how did he get here… Or… or if someone else helped him.”

Yet, instead of wasting time on unnecessary sentiments, Shiki cracks a smile and fixates his attention on the brunette.

Now, he aims at the same hand that hurt his precious secretary and cuts it.

As Tatsuya screams, he covers the lost limb and pleads for mercy.

Meanwhile, Shiki remains indifferent to the brunette’s suffering and looks down on him. “Pathetic. A worm like you don’t even deserve to die.”

A second later, he curves a sadistic smile. “…Not yet.”

When the military tyrant proudly turns around, he walks toward the injured secretary to pick him up. And thus, Tatsuya is left alone.

Eventually, a group of officers shows up. As the brunette’s cut arm gets aided, he listens to how one of these men briefly informs him about his incoming punishment tomorrow and how he’ll need to answer a few questions for the supreme ruler.

In the end, Tatsuya remains silent and closes his eyes as he gets lifted and dragged to the interrogation room. At that moment, he realizes that his death is inevitable and he should accept it.

After all, Tatsuya was so blinded by the rage and bloodlust that he didn’t realize he’d end up harming the person he swore to protect. Therefore, that’s his price to pay before reaching the gateway to hell. Or so the brunette wonders as he gets closer and closer, reaching the interrogation room.

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Title: What’s Been Left Unsaid
Fandom: Togainu no Chi
Pairing: Keisuke x Akira (one-sided)
Characters: Keisuke, Akira
Summary: [This story was made as entry for May’s month Aarinfantasy Writing Challenge.]

Akira got sick and in the meantime his childhood friend takes care of him.
Will Keisuke use his chance to tell what’s been on his mind for so long?
Read and find out.

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May’s writing prompt: Character A has a crush for character B for a long time. As character A has been nursing character B, they kept a secret about their feelings. After a few months/years character B asks character A why they never told about it.
Word count: 1039


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Akira - the undefeated champion of the Bl@ster tournament. A lone and aloof fighter who is too perfect. Despite the countless offers to join powerful teams or even become someone’s security dog and live the best of time, he declines all these requests.

For sure, such arrogance and pride were the main reason he kept attracting unwanted attention or trouble. Surprisingly, the gray-haired young man always lands on his feet and is dry.

Meanwhile, even someone who can defend himself from any human threat without a sweat may forget to take care of himself.

One thing is for sure, how many times has such behavior concerned and stressed out his childhood friend? Hell, Keisuke still cannot forget and forgive himself for that one time when Akira had a fever.

If he only knew that it would rain that day…

Meanwhile, Akira doesn’t mind the brunette’s presence and taking care of him. Nor allowing him to live together until he recovered.

However, he cannot understand why Keisuke would feel startled or even avoid facing him for no good reason.

And one particular evening is just one example.

It is already dark outside. The only source that keeps Akira’s not very spacious bedroom is orange light from the naked light bulb.

Meanwhile, the gray-haired young man gets tired from having a warm wet towel on his forehead. So, if no one is around, he has to change it by himself. Too bad that in his current state bowl of water resting on the night drawer is so far from him.

Yet, only sitting up is enough to summon one entity who never seems to leave him alone.

‘‘Is everything alright? Do you need anything?’’ The brunette asks in a concerned tone while standing near the bedside.

‘‘I need to get up.’’ Akira quickly replies as he holds the wet towel in his hand.

However, his attempt to leave his bed is stopped by Keisuke, who nuzzles his chest with his palm.

As soon as the brunette realizes where his palm rests, he instantly with-draws it and apologizes while asking ‘‘Are you thirsty? Hungry? Or do you need to go to the toilet?’’.

Akira only closes his eyes and shakes his head.

Yet, Keisuke still has no clue, and he blindly guesses ‘‘Are you hurt anywhere?’’.

Once again, his sick friend shakes his head ‘‘No. It got warm.’’.

At first, the brunette is dumbfounded and stares like a clueless puppy until he suddenly realizes ‘‘Ah! The towel! Just give me a second, Akira.’’.

After the gray-hair young man handles the towel into Keisuke’s hand, he notices another strange reaction.

The brunette nearly got startled and turns his head away even from indirect hand contact.

Of course, he prepares himself to get scolded. However, as the brunette opens his eyes, he notices the slightly irritated and questioning look on his friend’s face.

Perhaps, once again, Keisuke made himself look like a fool in front of the person whom he admires.

After passing a cold wet towel to Akira, there was a long, awkward silence between them. However, none of them said a word for the rest of the evening.

Another couple of days also weren’t much different, either.

Although, such a weird brunette’s behavior slowly gets on Akira’s nerves.

The gray-haired young man even wonders whether his friend isn’t kept here against his will. Even the way he acts gives off the feeling of forcing himself to take care of Akira.

However, he silently observes and tries to figure out what could happen inside his friend’s head. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he thinks, he cannot understand Keisuke.

Of course, he could ask his friend what is bothering him. Perhaps someone causes him problems, or he is the one who got into trouble.

Yet, knowing Keisuke, he would bend and twist his fingers while trying to make excuses to not talk about it.

On the other hand, Akira is not his babysitter or parent. Neither Keisuke isn’t a child anymore.

Besides, beating the answers out of somebody isn’t something Akira may do. That’s why, if his friend wants to talk about something, he’d do it. Or so Akira convinces himself.

Ironically, when the sick person should rest and focus on getting better, he is taking care of Keisuke. On the brighter side, at least he can be sure that the brunette surely wouldn’t be reckless and cause any problems.

Meanwhile, the light-haired young man did not know about what kind of struggles Keisuke had gone through.

That’s right, it isn’t a simple task to nurse someone on whom you have deep feelings and keep it secret.

What if the brunette would make even a single movement? Even if he would have enough guts to confess his feelings, he was certain that Akira would be disgusted and hate him.

So, his best friend was an entire world and light to him, and he couldn’t imagine his life without his precious Akira.

Besides, Keisuke convinced himself that they were nothing over one-sided feelings and he should live with them and take them to his grave.

Therefore, even being by Akira’s side was more than enough for him and he was grateful for that.

More so, this time, the gray-haired young man trusted him to let him inside his apartment and stay.

Of course, Keisuke doubts himself. Perhaps, it’s wrong to keep his secret from Akira, who nearly entrusted his life, and without realizing showing his vulnerable side.

Deep inside, the brunette wanted to believe that even if his childhood friend wouldn’t feel the same as he, at least he would accept him for what he was and remain a friend.

Despite having these thoughts, he tried to shake them off. After all, it was just a naïve and beautiful idea, which will never come true, right?

That’s why Keisuke bottled up his feelings and thoughts about Akira, even during his recovery. Besides, no one else needs to know about it or care…

However, very little did he know that such a decision would be his poison, which slowly corrupts his mind and body. More so, not only he will end up hurting dozens of innocent people but also the person whom he adored the most.

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