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The Book of Love
Some of it is transcendental, some of it is just really dumb
12 August 2020 @ 07:49 pm
23 June 2009 @ 10:26 pm
Title: His
Universe: Roleplay
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Nike isn't mine, but Pandora is.
Notes: Lol
She delights, sometimes in the fact that she’s his. It was a change in identity that she had, for once, reveled in. When she cast away everyone but Marcela, when he showed up that day in the basement where Alta1r lurked, when he kissed her with blood on her lips, she became Pandora.
She did it quite willingly, as she hadn’t had a name before; she’d had no identity and accepted that. It was freeing in a sort of way, she belonged to no one, she paid homage to no one, not even herself. She was free in a way that only great philosophers seeking the deepest wells of knowledge could truly understand.
Now, it was different, now she was Pandora, and Pandora was not Lolita.
Pandora was not Lolita who scrounged the streets and raided houses with Gene. She was not Ariel who was Marcela’s plaything, her sister, her lover, her confidant; she was not Nanashi, the calculated hacker who worked beside Alta1r.
Pandora belonged to Nike, Pandora delighted in –being- Nike’s, Pandora fought for him and bled for him and allowed him behind her, in between her legs, hands in her hair.
She allowed him many things that she would not have as Lolita. Lolita who was calm and composed, Lolita who did not love and only wanted.
They were two separate people within her, and she never knew what to call herself sometimes. The only thing she knew was that, around Nike, she fell to his feet and called herself whatever he wanted. Inside she crumbled for him, on the outside she was a soldier.
She was his soldier, her identity was his, and Pandora could not want anything else.
Universe: Roleplay
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Nike isn't mine, but Pandora is.
Notes: Lol
She delights, sometimes in the fact that she’s his. It was a change in identity that she had, for once, reveled in. When she cast away everyone but Marcela, when he showed up that day in the basement where Alta1r lurked, when he kissed her with blood on her lips, she became Pandora.
She did it quite willingly, as she hadn’t had a name before; she’d had no identity and accepted that. It was freeing in a sort of way, she belonged to no one, she paid homage to no one, not even herself. She was free in a way that only great philosophers seeking the deepest wells of knowledge could truly understand.
Now, it was different, now she was Pandora, and Pandora was not Lolita.
Pandora was not Lolita who scrounged the streets and raided houses with Gene. She was not Ariel who was Marcela’s plaything, her sister, her lover, her confidant; she was not Nanashi, the calculated hacker who worked beside Alta1r.
Pandora belonged to Nike, Pandora delighted in –being- Nike’s, Pandora fought for him and bled for him and allowed him behind her, in between her legs, hands in her hair.
She allowed him many things that she would not have as Lolita. Lolita who was calm and composed, Lolita who did not love and only wanted.
They were two separate people within her, and she never knew what to call herself sometimes. The only thing she knew was that, around Nike, she fell to his feet and called herself whatever he wanted. Inside she crumbled for him, on the outside she was a soldier.
She was his soldier, her identity was his, and Pandora could not want anything else.
06 June 2009 @ 12:52 am
Title: Sunset
Universe: Unknown
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None, Data is mine
Notes: Uhm. I'm not sure.
( The thing about the sky was that it was always changing colors on her. )
Universe: Unknown
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None, Data is mine
Notes: Uhm. I'm not sure.
( The thing about the sky was that it was always changing colors on her. )
23 May 2009 @ 04:10 pm
Title: Flower
Universe: Original - Altruistic
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They're mine. For once.
Notes: A request!
( Through present and past )
Universe: Original - Altruistic
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They're mine. For once.
Notes: A request!
( Through present and past )
Current Mood: 
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tiredCurrent Music: The Place I'll Return To Someday - Kate The Great
23 April 2009 @ 11:41 pm
Title: Epiphany, not.
Universe: Air gear canon
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They both belong to O!G
Notes: Quick and sweet, crappy and short, but I couldn't help it. In my head, he's falling in love. Stupid shark.
( It's all Char's fault )
Universe: Air gear canon
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They both belong to O!G
Notes: Quick and sweet, crappy and short, but I couldn't help it. In my head, he's falling in love. Stupid shark.
( It's all Char's fault )
19 April 2009 @ 10:23 pm
Title: Music
Universe: Altruistic
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't know his name yet, but he belongs to me.
Notes: Exploring the newest Altruistic character.
It’s catching the beat, the rhythm, something Vivian could never quite do.
It’s all about the music, and he’s never quite cared about anything else, hit play and let the world go round.
Even this doesn’t quite matter, the smashing of concrete, and the falling of skyscrapers all around.
The world is falling apart all around him, everything a mash up of Daft Punk, John Mayer, Pat Benatar and miscellaneous rap.
She’s soundful too, and it’s pretty damn interesting, pretty new. Nothing special, but new at least.
She’s not graceful, but she’s there and he’s there and they tango for the sake of it.
To be fair, he already knows he’s won.
Hit pause and reality comes crashing.
Nariko Lunae is pale and gasping for breath, her tall partner with his blue hair and gold eyes is equally as exhausted.
Her eyes are hazel and fiery and he wonders what sort of sound they’d make if they could produce music.
He’s not a real showy guy, so he doesn’t really say anything.
She’s shouting as he walks away, she’s attacking as he turns a corner, her hits feel like nothing. He’s too strong for her right now.
A kiss as he hits play and grins.
“I don’t care what you think, as long as it’s about me.”
And she’s blasted back, and he’s gone,
and the music plays on.
Universe: Altruistic
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't know his name yet, but he belongs to me.
Notes: Exploring the newest Altruistic character.
It’s catching the beat, the rhythm, something Vivian could never quite do.
It’s all about the music, and he’s never quite cared about anything else, hit play and let the world go round.
Even this doesn’t quite matter, the smashing of concrete, and the falling of skyscrapers all around.
The world is falling apart all around him, everything a mash up of Daft Punk, John Mayer, Pat Benatar and miscellaneous rap.
She’s soundful too, and it’s pretty damn interesting, pretty new. Nothing special, but new at least.
She’s not graceful, but she’s there and he’s there and they tango for the sake of it.
To be fair, he already knows he’s won.
Hit pause and reality comes crashing.
Nariko Lunae is pale and gasping for breath, her tall partner with his blue hair and gold eyes is equally as exhausted.
Her eyes are hazel and fiery and he wonders what sort of sound they’d make if they could produce music.
He’s not a real showy guy, so he doesn’t really say anything.
She’s shouting as he walks away, she’s attacking as he turns a corner, her hits feel like nothing. He’s too strong for her right now.
A kiss as he hits play and grins.
“I don’t care what you think, as long as it’s about me.”
And she’s blasted back, and he’s gone,
and the music plays on.
aggravated20 March 2009 @ 08:15 pm
Title: Schedule
Universe: Air Gear!Clocktown
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Air Gear and LoZ don't belong to me.
Notes: Character introspective - exploring Ikki :D
Clocktown wasn’t the biggest place, it wasn’t the best place in the world, but it was the best place for Minami Itsuki. And who would have thought that, considering he came from Japan, of all places, the land of the rising sun. Well, considering he had moved here when he was a kid, at about the tender age of 7, his memories of Japan were a bit fuzzy and unreliable.
He remembered streets and hurried words and outrageous fashion statements. Nothing much, nothing all that exciting.
Ikki didn’t know why he and Rika had moved to Clocktown; it was one of those things that she didn’t like to talk about. There were a lot of things that Rika didn’t like to talk about, actually. Sometimes she just sat around telling stories for hours and hours. She was only in her early thirties, too young to be losing it in the head, but sometimes Ikki really worried for her.
But either way.
Ikki got around town a lot, he made friends, he got to know people, and he enjoyed himself. He made a club full of kids who wanted to protect the town and help out the people.
Ikki’s life was pretty peaceful, it was very happy, and it was very great.
And then he met a boy with blue hair and everything seemed to change.
Clocktown was probably called Clocktown for a reason, and that reason was because more often than not everything happened at a certain time everyday. Nothing was ever out of order, it was an anal retentive asshole’s dream town, really. Ikki didn’t pay this aspect any mind he didn’t care either way. If anything, it just meant he always knew where everyone was.
It was on his six month, the some-odd day of him being in Clocktown that he met the boy that only came out at exactly 6:30. He would enter into Clocktown from the South entrance where the weird ghost guy would always dance, waiting for someone to soothe his soul. (Yeah, Ikki could see weird things like that.)
It happened to be an accident, they’d literally bumped into one another and Ikki had apologized a lot and the blue boy had cursed a lot. But the second Ikki got a look at those eyes, that hair, and his butt, he was smitten. He instantly groped the boy before he even knew his name and, well?
They were friends from then on.
Universe: Air Gear!Clocktown
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Air Gear and LoZ don't belong to me.
Notes: Character introspective - exploring Ikki :D
Clocktown wasn’t the biggest place, it wasn’t the best place in the world, but it was the best place for Minami Itsuki. And who would have thought that, considering he came from Japan, of all places, the land of the rising sun. Well, considering he had moved here when he was a kid, at about the tender age of 7, his memories of Japan were a bit fuzzy and unreliable.
He remembered streets and hurried words and outrageous fashion statements. Nothing much, nothing all that exciting.
Ikki didn’t know why he and Rika had moved to Clocktown; it was one of those things that she didn’t like to talk about. There were a lot of things that Rika didn’t like to talk about, actually. Sometimes she just sat around telling stories for hours and hours. She was only in her early thirties, too young to be losing it in the head, but sometimes Ikki really worried for her.
But either way.
Ikki got around town a lot, he made friends, he got to know people, and he enjoyed himself. He made a club full of kids who wanted to protect the town and help out the people.
Ikki’s life was pretty peaceful, it was very happy, and it was very great.
And then he met a boy with blue hair and everything seemed to change.
Clocktown was probably called Clocktown for a reason, and that reason was because more often than not everything happened at a certain time everyday. Nothing was ever out of order, it was an anal retentive asshole’s dream town, really. Ikki didn’t pay this aspect any mind he didn’t care either way. If anything, it just meant he always knew where everyone was.
It was on his six month, the some-odd day of him being in Clocktown that he met the boy that only came out at exactly 6:30. He would enter into Clocktown from the South entrance where the weird ghost guy would always dance, waiting for someone to soothe his soul. (Yeah, Ikki could see weird things like that.)
It happened to be an accident, they’d literally bumped into one another and Ikki had apologized a lot and the blue boy had cursed a lot. But the second Ikki got a look at those eyes, that hair, and his butt, he was smitten. He instantly groped the boy before he even knew his name and, well?
They were friends from then on.
creative12 February 2009 @ 07:59 pm
Title: Broken Shards
Universe: Crossover - Final Fantasy 7&8 / Air Gear
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: Don't belong to me.
Notes: End of Broken Shards, here comes the fun part!
When Squall was away, Akito could do nothing but sing.
Ever since they had found him in that pod, years ago, he’d always had an attachment to singing. He couldn’t go a day without humming a note or singing along with something on the radio. It was just natural to him at this point, and it was also natural to sing his sorrow away in the quad instead of laze about in his room, waiting for his SeeD test to come to him.
He missed Squall, dammit.
-
His days were mostly boring. He got up, he went to class, he ate, went back to class, ended the day with training and then went back to his room to play video games before going to the quad.
Yeah, Akito’s days were pretty boring.
Until he met the blond.
“You’re cute,” he had said as Akito had headed to class. The blue haired boy blinked and looked at him strangely but smiled upon actually seeing the other boy. He was blonde with brown eyes and he wore the Trabia Garden uniform.
“You’re cute too,” Akito found himself saying, despite his loyalty to Squall. There was no harm in just appreciating someone’s attractiveness.
The boy smiled wider yet, looking very much like a fox ready to pounce on prey, but Akito didn’t mind it at all. It was actually sort of endearing.
“You’re from Trabia?” Akito asks and does not wait for an answer “What are you doing here? Is something going on?”
“Oh, no, a couple of us are just here for the SeeD tests that are coming up, that is all.” The boy leaned back against the railing and hummed. Unconsciously, Akito hummed with him.
That was the start of Kanon and Akito.
-
By the time everyone made it back to Garden, they were all so glad that it was over, that they were home. Squall can’t blame them, he’s happy too, and now he can finally show that. He had that, at least, to thank Rinoa for.
The moment they arrive back, he drops her off and heads to Akito’s room. There are things he needs to say to him, things he’s needed to say for more than a year. Akito deserved to know how he felt, how he wanted to be best friends now.
While he was off saving the world, Akito had passed his SeeD test with flying colors; his room was different and had been upgraded to the same apartment suite that all SeeDs got.
Squall wasn’t thinking when he opened the door. He should have been thinking but he wasn’t and what he saw made his face red with both anger and embarrassment. The sounds were telltale and the exact position of their bodies dead on. They were quite busy. For a moment Squall feared that it was Seifer on top of Akito but a second longer of dead staring told him that it was someone different. Wrong build, wrong hairstyle.
He stepped back quickly and waited until the sounds died down, unable to leave that spot. When he could finally manage it, he knocked on the door and after some loud stumbling, cursing, and even giggling, the door opened. Akito stood there in a large t-shirt and pants. He seemed oblivious to his messy hair and flushed cheeks as he hopped onto Squall.
“You’re back! You’re back!” Akito wouldn’t let go and he spent a good minute kissing Squall all over his face before releasing Squall and landing on the ground.
“Come in! The place is a little messy though, every SeeD has been getting missions left and right so I haven’t had much of a chance to clean up.” Akito leads him inside and it isn’t any worse than a college dorm. Akito begins to make tea as he speaks and Squall takes a seat, surprisingly wordless.
“I heard about your mission, everyone was worried about you guys, I kept thinking something had happened and you-” Akito paused and bit his lip. Squall did the same and reached over to take his hand.
“I’m fine, I wasn’t going to die like that.” Akito smiles up at him, bright and happily just like Squall remember and nods.
They fell into a sort of calm, Akito told him about everything that had been going on. The only thing missing was the explanation for the blonde guy. There didn’t seem to be any trace of him, but the bedroom door seemed locked and shut tight. As Akito told him about a festival overseas that he was able to attend, Squall kept searching for ways to bring up Akito’s new … Companion.
The opportunity presented itself when the guy came out of the bedroom. He looked to be between Akito and Squall’s age with blond hair and brown eyes and a face that suggested he smiled a lot. He was wearing the Trabia Garden uniform.
“Kanon!” Akito chirped with a smile brighter than the one Squall had received. Akito immediately set down Squall’s cup of tea and went to kiss him. The sight of it made Squall queasy and he couldn’t help but snarl.
The boy, Kanon, noticed and merely smirked, holding Akito a bit tighter. Squall already hated him.
“This is my friend Squall, the one I was telling you about?”
Kanon comes up to shake his hand and only because Akito is watching does he comply. Their grips are firm and almost painful but Squall refuses to back down. Yes, it’s a pissing match, but it’s one he’ll win.
“Good to finally meet you, Akito really cares about you,” Kanon says, a smile on his face.
Squall nods. Falling back into old habits is easy when you’re angry.
“I have to go, I’ll see you later Leonhart,” Kanon says after five long moments of silence. Akito frowns and wraps his arms around Kanon, kissing him again.
“Already? It’s so soon.” Kanon laughs and spreads a hand through Akito’s hair, giving him a comforting look.
“I’ll be back in a week, don’t worry.” Akito pouts but nods, they kiss again and Kanon waves at Squall before leaving, his walk proud and almost arrogant.
“So he’s your boyfriend, hm?” Squall asks, his words rougher and meaner than he meant them to be. Akito either does not notice the tone or he just ignores it as he returns to his tea.
“Yeah, for a couple months now,” Akito plays with his tea, looking down into his cup as he speaks slowly. “I’m really happy Squall, please be happy for me, all right?”
Squall blinks at him, surprised at the ache in his chest, how much those words hurt.
“You have someone to, I heard about her. Rinoa Heartilly, Callaway’s daughter. Who would have thought.” Akito shrugs and dumps all of his tea out, forcing a smile onto his pretty face.
“We can both be happy this way, right?”
Squall frowns and forces the words out.
“Yes. I guess so.”
-
The dreams were disturbing, a man with silver hair, another with blonde, a puppy with a scar.
The necklace.
The dreams were vivid, they were real, and something in Akito kept telling him they weren’t just dreams, but memories.
It was a strange thought, the idea of his memories finally coming back. It was true that he couldn’t really remember anything except for being woken up by Cid and Squall in the cave. But it still seemed strange, that after four years, his memories would start to come back like this.
It was disturbing and Akito suddenly felt that everything he knew was about to shatter and fall apart.
-
“Do you know why I love you?”
Blond hair and the ocean, he remembers the smell of the sea, something about a kitten.
Kanon smiles and laughs in that condescending way of his. “Why?”
It’s all gotten worse, reality lapses with his dreams and dreams lapse with his reality.
“Because you’re blond and sweet and innocent.”
Kanon laughs again, except t his time it’s kind of sad and he pulls Akito a bit closer, kissing his forehead softly.
“Are you sure you are talking about me?”
His tone says he knows Akito isn’t, but the shark is only confused and more than a little embarrassed.
“Kanon, is there any place named Junon in the world?”
“Why do you ask?” Kanon hums and slips a hand under Akito’s shirt, and Akito only minds it a little bit. He keeps getting these times where touching feels wrong, times when their sex life seems like some sort of betrayal.
“I keep having dreams about a place by that name, about people from that place, but I don’t know where it is, I don’t know what it is.”
Kanon nods and smiles faintly.
“Akito, there is something I need to tell you, and I need you to listen, even if you don’t understand what I am saying, all right?”
He was speaking to the blue haired boy as if he were a child, but when Kanon spoke like that, you couldn’t help but listen, be obedient.
In the sand, Akito sits up and looks down at him, concern showing in his eyes.
“What is it?”
Kanon reaches up and strokes Akito’s cheek, bringing him down for a kiss before actually saying anything.
“I love you very much, I have always loved you more than anything or anyone else in this world. I love you enough to tell you the truth, no matter what, and I love you enough to realize you and I aren’t meant to be.”
-
Squall regretted that day, he would regret it in that moment, he would regret it years later.
It was a fight between him and Rinoa that sparked it. It was a stupid argument about Akito of all people. Worse yet, it had happened in public, and while Squall was a bit more open now, he at least preferred to fight in private.
Directly after said fight, he’d run into Akito. Or more like kissed right into him. Whatever.
Before Akito could even ask what was wrong, Squall had him up against the wall and locked in a kiss. Akito had only struggled for a moment or two, and even then it was considerably useless, since Squall was so much larger than him.
“Wh-What’s wrong with you, why are you-” Akito stopped mid sentence, not because Squall was kissing at his neck, but because of who he saw coming out the door. “Kanon?!”
Squall stopped immediately and turned around. Yeah, the blond boy was there, smiling and calm.
“Guess it’s finally time then, hm?”
-
The battle was, for all intensive purposes, pretty fucking fierce. But what else could you expect of Squall Leonhart and Sumeragi Kanon.
“Shouldn’t you stop them?” Selphie tilted her head at Akito and frowned, the blue haired boy could only shrug as the wind blew through his hair. They were fighting on the beach, of all places.
“I guess not,” Akito answers, whispering.
Everything was lapsing together in his mind, Kanon’s blond hair seemed spikier than usual, his eyes blue instead of brown.
“Akito are you all right?”
He wasn’t, he was anything but all right.
The air seemed heavier, his chest felt tighter, everything was painful.
“K-Kanon--!”
But there was no way Kanon could hear him over the clang of blades. Akito grasped his head tightly as Selphie wrapped her arms around him, screaming at them about something, he couldn’t really hear.
“Cloud!”
Who was Cloud?
Selphie was doing her best to drag him away, he barely saw the ground move, he barely saw Squall finally land a hit on Kanon. He couldn’t see anything.
The whole world just went black as the air became stale and exploded with fire.
-
In the end, he had to sleep again.
Universe: Crossover - Final Fantasy 7&8 / Air Gear
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: Don't belong to me.
Notes: End of Broken Shards, here comes the fun part!
When Squall was away, Akito could do nothing but sing.
Ever since they had found him in that pod, years ago, he’d always had an attachment to singing. He couldn’t go a day without humming a note or singing along with something on the radio. It was just natural to him at this point, and it was also natural to sing his sorrow away in the quad instead of laze about in his room, waiting for his SeeD test to come to him.
He missed Squall, dammit.
-
His days were mostly boring. He got up, he went to class, he ate, went back to class, ended the day with training and then went back to his room to play video games before going to the quad.
Yeah, Akito’s days were pretty boring.
Until he met the blond.
“You’re cute,” he had said as Akito had headed to class. The blue haired boy blinked and looked at him strangely but smiled upon actually seeing the other boy. He was blonde with brown eyes and he wore the Trabia Garden uniform.
“You’re cute too,” Akito found himself saying, despite his loyalty to Squall. There was no harm in just appreciating someone’s attractiveness.
The boy smiled wider yet, looking very much like a fox ready to pounce on prey, but Akito didn’t mind it at all. It was actually sort of endearing.
“You’re from Trabia?” Akito asks and does not wait for an answer “What are you doing here? Is something going on?”
“Oh, no, a couple of us are just here for the SeeD tests that are coming up, that is all.” The boy leaned back against the railing and hummed. Unconsciously, Akito hummed with him.
That was the start of Kanon and Akito.
-
By the time everyone made it back to Garden, they were all so glad that it was over, that they were home. Squall can’t blame them, he’s happy too, and now he can finally show that. He had that, at least, to thank Rinoa for.
The moment they arrive back, he drops her off and heads to Akito’s room. There are things he needs to say to him, things he’s needed to say for more than a year. Akito deserved to know how he felt, how he wanted to be best friends now.
While he was off saving the world, Akito had passed his SeeD test with flying colors; his room was different and had been upgraded to the same apartment suite that all SeeDs got.
Squall wasn’t thinking when he opened the door. He should have been thinking but he wasn’t and what he saw made his face red with both anger and embarrassment. The sounds were telltale and the exact position of their bodies dead on. They were quite busy. For a moment Squall feared that it was Seifer on top of Akito but a second longer of dead staring told him that it was someone different. Wrong build, wrong hairstyle.
He stepped back quickly and waited until the sounds died down, unable to leave that spot. When he could finally manage it, he knocked on the door and after some loud stumbling, cursing, and even giggling, the door opened. Akito stood there in a large t-shirt and pants. He seemed oblivious to his messy hair and flushed cheeks as he hopped onto Squall.
“You’re back! You’re back!” Akito wouldn’t let go and he spent a good minute kissing Squall all over his face before releasing Squall and landing on the ground.
“Come in! The place is a little messy though, every SeeD has been getting missions left and right so I haven’t had much of a chance to clean up.” Akito leads him inside and it isn’t any worse than a college dorm. Akito begins to make tea as he speaks and Squall takes a seat, surprisingly wordless.
“I heard about your mission, everyone was worried about you guys, I kept thinking something had happened and you-” Akito paused and bit his lip. Squall did the same and reached over to take his hand.
“I’m fine, I wasn’t going to die like that.” Akito smiles up at him, bright and happily just like Squall remember and nods.
They fell into a sort of calm, Akito told him about everything that had been going on. The only thing missing was the explanation for the blonde guy. There didn’t seem to be any trace of him, but the bedroom door seemed locked and shut tight. As Akito told him about a festival overseas that he was able to attend, Squall kept searching for ways to bring up Akito’s new … Companion.
The opportunity presented itself when the guy came out of the bedroom. He looked to be between Akito and Squall’s age with blond hair and brown eyes and a face that suggested he smiled a lot. He was wearing the Trabia Garden uniform.
“Kanon!” Akito chirped with a smile brighter than the one Squall had received. Akito immediately set down Squall’s cup of tea and went to kiss him. The sight of it made Squall queasy and he couldn’t help but snarl.
The boy, Kanon, noticed and merely smirked, holding Akito a bit tighter. Squall already hated him.
“This is my friend Squall, the one I was telling you about?”
Kanon comes up to shake his hand and only because Akito is watching does he comply. Their grips are firm and almost painful but Squall refuses to back down. Yes, it’s a pissing match, but it’s one he’ll win.
“Good to finally meet you, Akito really cares about you,” Kanon says, a smile on his face.
Squall nods. Falling back into old habits is easy when you’re angry.
“I have to go, I’ll see you later Leonhart,” Kanon says after five long moments of silence. Akito frowns and wraps his arms around Kanon, kissing him again.
“Already? It’s so soon.” Kanon laughs and spreads a hand through Akito’s hair, giving him a comforting look.
“I’ll be back in a week, don’t worry.” Akito pouts but nods, they kiss again and Kanon waves at Squall before leaving, his walk proud and almost arrogant.
“So he’s your boyfriend, hm?” Squall asks, his words rougher and meaner than he meant them to be. Akito either does not notice the tone or he just ignores it as he returns to his tea.
“Yeah, for a couple months now,” Akito plays with his tea, looking down into his cup as he speaks slowly. “I’m really happy Squall, please be happy for me, all right?”
Squall blinks at him, surprised at the ache in his chest, how much those words hurt.
“You have someone to, I heard about her. Rinoa Heartilly, Callaway’s daughter. Who would have thought.” Akito shrugs and dumps all of his tea out, forcing a smile onto his pretty face.
“We can both be happy this way, right?”
Squall frowns and forces the words out.
“Yes. I guess so.”
-
The dreams were disturbing, a man with silver hair, another with blonde, a puppy with a scar.
The necklace.
The dreams were vivid, they were real, and something in Akito kept telling him they weren’t just dreams, but memories.
It was a strange thought, the idea of his memories finally coming back. It was true that he couldn’t really remember anything except for being woken up by Cid and Squall in the cave. But it still seemed strange, that after four years, his memories would start to come back like this.
It was disturbing and Akito suddenly felt that everything he knew was about to shatter and fall apart.
-
“Do you know why I love you?”
Blond hair and the ocean, he remembers the smell of the sea, something about a kitten.
Kanon smiles and laughs in that condescending way of his. “Why?”
It’s all gotten worse, reality lapses with his dreams and dreams lapse with his reality.
“Because you’re blond and sweet and innocent.”
Kanon laughs again, except t his time it’s kind of sad and he pulls Akito a bit closer, kissing his forehead softly.
“Are you sure you are talking about me?”
His tone says he knows Akito isn’t, but the shark is only confused and more than a little embarrassed.
“Kanon, is there any place named Junon in the world?”
“Why do you ask?” Kanon hums and slips a hand under Akito’s shirt, and Akito only minds it a little bit. He keeps getting these times where touching feels wrong, times when their sex life seems like some sort of betrayal.
“I keep having dreams about a place by that name, about people from that place, but I don’t know where it is, I don’t know what it is.”
Kanon nods and smiles faintly.
“Akito, there is something I need to tell you, and I need you to listen, even if you don’t understand what I am saying, all right?”
He was speaking to the blue haired boy as if he were a child, but when Kanon spoke like that, you couldn’t help but listen, be obedient.
In the sand, Akito sits up and looks down at him, concern showing in his eyes.
“What is it?”
Kanon reaches up and strokes Akito’s cheek, bringing him down for a kiss before actually saying anything.
“I love you very much, I have always loved you more than anything or anyone else in this world. I love you enough to tell you the truth, no matter what, and I love you enough to realize you and I aren’t meant to be.”
-
Squall regretted that day, he would regret it in that moment, he would regret it years later.
It was a fight between him and Rinoa that sparked it. It was a stupid argument about Akito of all people. Worse yet, it had happened in public, and while Squall was a bit more open now, he at least preferred to fight in private.
Directly after said fight, he’d run into Akito. Or more like kissed right into him. Whatever.
Before Akito could even ask what was wrong, Squall had him up against the wall and locked in a kiss. Akito had only struggled for a moment or two, and even then it was considerably useless, since Squall was so much larger than him.
“Wh-What’s wrong with you, why are you-” Akito stopped mid sentence, not because Squall was kissing at his neck, but because of who he saw coming out the door. “Kanon?!”
Squall stopped immediately and turned around. Yeah, the blond boy was there, smiling and calm.
“Guess it’s finally time then, hm?”
-
The battle was, for all intensive purposes, pretty fucking fierce. But what else could you expect of Squall Leonhart and Sumeragi Kanon.
“Shouldn’t you stop them?” Selphie tilted her head at Akito and frowned, the blue haired boy could only shrug as the wind blew through his hair. They were fighting on the beach, of all places.
“I guess not,” Akito answers, whispering.
Everything was lapsing together in his mind, Kanon’s blond hair seemed spikier than usual, his eyes blue instead of brown.
“Akito are you all right?”
He wasn’t, he was anything but all right.
The air seemed heavier, his chest felt tighter, everything was painful.
“K-Kanon--!”
But there was no way Kanon could hear him over the clang of blades. Akito grasped his head tightly as Selphie wrapped her arms around him, screaming at them about something, he couldn’t really hear.
“Cloud!”
Who was Cloud?
Selphie was doing her best to drag him away, he barely saw the ground move, he barely saw Squall finally land a hit on Kanon. He couldn’t see anything.
The whole world just went black as the air became stale and exploded with fire.
-
In the end, he had to sleep again.
weird02 February 2009 @ 09:06 am
Title: Broken Shards
Universe: Crossover - Final Fantasy 7&8 / Air Gear
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: Don't belong to me.
Notes: Sequel to 'Moments'.
Dr. Kadowaki’s office was sterile and cold as usual. Akito didn’t mind it.
“How are you feeling today?”
Akito gives her a bright, happy smile and gives her the thumbs up sign.
“I’m doing great, usual!”
Dr. Kadowaki smiles as well, and he notices lines on her eyes that were not there two weeks ago and he wonders where they came from, what caused them. She comes over and checks his temperature and blood pressure and Akito lies there patiently. He’s quite used to this, it’s been happening since he first came to the Garden, after all, since he first joined SEEDS.
“It seems like everything is in order, just keep doing whatever it is that you’re doing and we shouldn’t have to worry about you.” Kadowaki gives him a special smile and pats him on the head.
Akito forces a laugh and wonders how the hell people get it into their heads to treat him like a little kid. But he doesn’t say a word and instead slips off of the table to put his shirt back on, covering the garish scar on his stomach.
“Today’s the anniversary, did you remember?” Akito asks and he hears Kadowaki laugh from some other part of the office.
“Yes, are you going to celebrate with Leonhart? He’s in here too, you know.”
Akito pushes the sheet back and looks at her with wide eyes. “Squall is here? What happened? Is he all right?”
Kadowaki laughed yet again and Akito couldn’t help but find it frustrating. “Yes, he’s just fine, nasty scar, but just fine. He’s in the room next to yours, if you want to go and see him.”
Akito nodded and waved before leaving his designated room to go and see Squall.
When he got there, the brunette was up and scowling as per usual, Akito couldn’t help but smile at the sight. The whole world could be coming to an end but Squall Leonhart would always be scowling. It was almost comforting.
“What happened?” He asked and sat on the edge of Squall’s bed.
“Got into it with Seifer again,” Squall answers, his tone neutral, he doesn’t meet Akito’s eyes.
“Did instructor Trepe already lay into you?” Akito teases, a grin on his face. Squall grimaces and waves a hand, showing he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Hey, today’s the anniversary, I know you have class now, but could we do something special? Please?”
Squall raised a brow and seemed to be debating it for a while as Akito pouted at him.
“Sure. Why not.”
“YES!” Akito cheers and jumps on the other soldier in training, wrapping his arms around his neck and almost knocking his head into the wall. “THANK YOU THANK YOU SQUALL YOU’RE THE BEST!”
And before Squall could really protest or even stop it, he was being kissed on the lips.
So was life in Balamb Garden.
-
Four years, 9 months, 45 days, and 13 seconds exactly had passed since Cid had found Akito.
Squall Leonhart happened to be there the day they found him in a glass tube, filled with what appeared to be ice. The moment Akito opened his eyes and looked at Squall, the two were inseparable.
Squall had gotten used to it. His usual cold attitude didn’t work with Akito, in fact Akito seemed to thrive off of the lack of attention and take it as some sort of sign that Squall enjoyed having him around. And it wasn’t that Squall didn’t enjoy his company it was just that, to be fair, he didn’t really enjoy ANYONE’S company.
The anniversary today makes it five years exactly. And unfortunately they can’t really do anything special since Squall has gotten himself into trouble. Akito doesn’t seem to mind; he just spends his time curled up next to Squall like a content kitten.
It had been six months, 3 days, and 45 seconds since their first drunken kiss, that equaled to some off months of not knowing what they meant to each other, and when Squall brought it up, Akito had just laughed.
“I love you, silly.” He had said in a tone of voice that told Squall Akito knew he wasn’t going to hear it back anytime soon, if ever.
Squall hadn’t known what to do back then, when Akito had said that (when did he ever know what to do?). Akito hadn’t minded and by pure instinct he’d taken the boy to his room and coerced as many sweet sounds as he could, as if to apologize for not returning the feelings.
“I wasn’t really here until I met you,” Akito said that night under the covers, even as he shuddered under Squalls touch, trying to breath. Squall had understood, and wished Akito hadn’t sad that. He’s used to the eyes, he touch, but he isn’t used to the love. That’s still new to him; it may always be new to him.
-
“When’s your SeeD test?”
Akito pouts, as he lies against Squall in bed, in his favorite fluffy pajamas.
“Not till next month, but you got a job tonight at the ball, didn’t you? I wish I could have danced with you.” Akito sighs and rests his head underneath Squall’s chin, making the other teenager rather uncomfortable, but the life of him, he didn’t seem to care.
“Hey Squall?”
When he gets a look instead of an answer, Akito is somehow reminded of something. He doesn’t know what, but it’s of something. Someone. Someone blond. Blue eyes. The memory slips away before he can truly grasp it and he has to let it go before it shows on his face.
“I really do love you,” Akito leans up to kiss his cheek and slips out of bed. He smiles at Squall. “Have a safe trip, ok? Make sure to send me letters.”
Squall looks at him strangely as goes to his own room and for a long while, Squall expects the blue haired boy to pop right back in and tell him he was just having a moment. But it doesn’t happen, and that night, Squall sleeps alone.
He’s not sure how he feels about it.
-
He’s in love with Rinoa now.
And yet.
Akito is in his dreams, with that bright smile, the beautiful eyes, one gold and one blue.
It isn’t a matter of being gay. Squall is just confused, and just like before he’s back at square one. When he’s touching Rinoa he is feeling Akito, there is not much difference and that isn’t surprising.
Sometimes he gets a Look, and Rinoa gets worried, he can never explain it, but Selphie always has this Knowing glance that matches his Look. She makes everyone go away so that he can think. It is not the same brooding that he used to do, and she knows it, he loves her for knowing without making him explain.
Maybe he’s always been a little slow. Eventually he realizes that he misses Akito. A lot.
When he tells Selphie this, she laughs like Akito did that time so long ago, when he said that he loved Squall. He’s struck dumb by the sound, by the déjà vu.
“You still don’t understand?”
Squall gives her a weird look as they stand on board the Ragnorak, everyone else is already asleep, but lately they’ve been staying up later to talk, to catch up. To become closer. Squall does that now.
“What do you mean?”
Selphie didn’t answer him then, she simple patted him on the shoulder before going to bed.
That night, he and Rinoa had sex for the first time. Squall couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t satisfied, why he wanted more despite wearing Rinoa out. There was some missing piece and Selphie had given him a hint.
What was he missing?
Universe: Crossover - Final Fantasy 7&8 / Air Gear
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: Don't belong to me.
Notes: Sequel to 'Moments'.
Dr. Kadowaki’s office was sterile and cold as usual. Akito didn’t mind it.
“How are you feeling today?”
Akito gives her a bright, happy smile and gives her the thumbs up sign.
“I’m doing great, usual!”
Dr. Kadowaki smiles as well, and he notices lines on her eyes that were not there two weeks ago and he wonders where they came from, what caused them. She comes over and checks his temperature and blood pressure and Akito lies there patiently. He’s quite used to this, it’s been happening since he first came to the Garden, after all, since he first joined SEEDS.
“It seems like everything is in order, just keep doing whatever it is that you’re doing and we shouldn’t have to worry about you.” Kadowaki gives him a special smile and pats him on the head.
Akito forces a laugh and wonders how the hell people get it into their heads to treat him like a little kid. But he doesn’t say a word and instead slips off of the table to put his shirt back on, covering the garish scar on his stomach.
“Today’s the anniversary, did you remember?” Akito asks and he hears Kadowaki laugh from some other part of the office.
“Yes, are you going to celebrate with Leonhart? He’s in here too, you know.”
Akito pushes the sheet back and looks at her with wide eyes. “Squall is here? What happened? Is he all right?”
Kadowaki laughed yet again and Akito couldn’t help but find it frustrating. “Yes, he’s just fine, nasty scar, but just fine. He’s in the room next to yours, if you want to go and see him.”
Akito nodded and waved before leaving his designated room to go and see Squall.
When he got there, the brunette was up and scowling as per usual, Akito couldn’t help but smile at the sight. The whole world could be coming to an end but Squall Leonhart would always be scowling. It was almost comforting.
“What happened?” He asked and sat on the edge of Squall’s bed.
“Got into it with Seifer again,” Squall answers, his tone neutral, he doesn’t meet Akito’s eyes.
“Did instructor Trepe already lay into you?” Akito teases, a grin on his face. Squall grimaces and waves a hand, showing he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Hey, today’s the anniversary, I know you have class now, but could we do something special? Please?”
Squall raised a brow and seemed to be debating it for a while as Akito pouted at him.
“Sure. Why not.”
“YES!” Akito cheers and jumps on the other soldier in training, wrapping his arms around his neck and almost knocking his head into the wall. “THANK YOU THANK YOU SQUALL YOU’RE THE BEST!”
And before Squall could really protest or even stop it, he was being kissed on the lips.
So was life in Balamb Garden.
-
Four years, 9 months, 45 days, and 13 seconds exactly had passed since Cid had found Akito.
Squall Leonhart happened to be there the day they found him in a glass tube, filled with what appeared to be ice. The moment Akito opened his eyes and looked at Squall, the two were inseparable.
Squall had gotten used to it. His usual cold attitude didn’t work with Akito, in fact Akito seemed to thrive off of the lack of attention and take it as some sort of sign that Squall enjoyed having him around. And it wasn’t that Squall didn’t enjoy his company it was just that, to be fair, he didn’t really enjoy ANYONE’S company.
The anniversary today makes it five years exactly. And unfortunately they can’t really do anything special since Squall has gotten himself into trouble. Akito doesn’t seem to mind; he just spends his time curled up next to Squall like a content kitten.
It had been six months, 3 days, and 45 seconds since their first drunken kiss, that equaled to some off months of not knowing what they meant to each other, and when Squall brought it up, Akito had just laughed.
“I love you, silly.” He had said in a tone of voice that told Squall Akito knew he wasn’t going to hear it back anytime soon, if ever.
Squall hadn’t known what to do back then, when Akito had said that (when did he ever know what to do?). Akito hadn’t minded and by pure instinct he’d taken the boy to his room and coerced as many sweet sounds as he could, as if to apologize for not returning the feelings.
“I wasn’t really here until I met you,” Akito said that night under the covers, even as he shuddered under Squalls touch, trying to breath. Squall had understood, and wished Akito hadn’t sad that. He’s used to the eyes, he touch, but he isn’t used to the love. That’s still new to him; it may always be new to him.
-
“When’s your SeeD test?”
Akito pouts, as he lies against Squall in bed, in his favorite fluffy pajamas.
“Not till next month, but you got a job tonight at the ball, didn’t you? I wish I could have danced with you.” Akito sighs and rests his head underneath Squall’s chin, making the other teenager rather uncomfortable, but the life of him, he didn’t seem to care.
“Hey Squall?”
When he gets a look instead of an answer, Akito is somehow reminded of something. He doesn’t know what, but it’s of something. Someone. Someone blond. Blue eyes. The memory slips away before he can truly grasp it and he has to let it go before it shows on his face.
“I really do love you,” Akito leans up to kiss his cheek and slips out of bed. He smiles at Squall. “Have a safe trip, ok? Make sure to send me letters.”
Squall looks at him strangely as goes to his own room and for a long while, Squall expects the blue haired boy to pop right back in and tell him he was just having a moment. But it doesn’t happen, and that night, Squall sleeps alone.
He’s not sure how he feels about it.
-
He’s in love with Rinoa now.
And yet.
Akito is in his dreams, with that bright smile, the beautiful eyes, one gold and one blue.
It isn’t a matter of being gay. Squall is just confused, and just like before he’s back at square one. When he’s touching Rinoa he is feeling Akito, there is not much difference and that isn’t surprising.
Sometimes he gets a Look, and Rinoa gets worried, he can never explain it, but Selphie always has this Knowing glance that matches his Look. She makes everyone go away so that he can think. It is not the same brooding that he used to do, and she knows it, he loves her for knowing without making him explain.
Maybe he’s always been a little slow. Eventually he realizes that he misses Akito. A lot.
When he tells Selphie this, she laughs like Akito did that time so long ago, when he said that he loved Squall. He’s struck dumb by the sound, by the déjà vu.
“You still don’t understand?”
Squall gives her a weird look as they stand on board the Ragnorak, everyone else is already asleep, but lately they’ve been staying up later to talk, to catch up. To become closer. Squall does that now.
“What do you mean?”
Selphie didn’t answer him then, she simple patted him on the shoulder before going to bed.
That night, he and Rinoa had sex for the first time. Squall couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t satisfied, why he wanted more despite wearing Rinoa out. There was some missing piece and Selphie had given him a hint.
What was he missing?
02 February 2009 @ 01:18 am
Title: Moments
Universe: Crossover - Final Fantasy 7&8 / Air Gear
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't belong to me.
Notes: Final part of 'Moments' but not the end of the overall story, I guess, tell me what you think, or if it's worth continuing.
It all started out quite simply.
Akito lived in Junon, near the ocean, with Sephiroth and Zack gone on some important mission, Akito had been given leave time and Cloud was just flat out playing hooky.
“I could get in trouble for this, you know.” Cloud says one morning while they lie in bed; he’s got one arm around the tiny blue haired Summoner. Akito laughs and rolls over to face him.
“It’ll be fine, they won’t notice two lovebirds leaving for a week or two.” He grins and sits up in bed “More importantly, what do you think of my family?”
Cloud smiles from the bed – he’s been doing more of that lately, smiling, laughing, being happy, it’s so strange – and then smirks. “I think they’re all insane like you.”
Akito tosses a pillow at his face and slides out of bed to get dressed
“I hear they sent Sephiroth to Nibelheim,” Akito says conversationally, Cloud blinks at him curiously and tilts his head, reaching out to grab Akito and pulling him back to bed.
“Do you know why?” Cloud can’t help but be curious, Sephiroth in his hometown? It was an interesting thought. Tifa must have been having a lot of fun with him there.
“Mako reactor and some monster sightings, I think,” Akito says, giving up to Cloud’s pulling and flopping back onto the bed. “Are you worried?”
Silence, then as Cloud closes his eyes and Akito shifts to straddle the blond’s hips, something he always does when he knows Cloud is thinking very hard about something.
“I guess,” Cloud admits. “I have a bad feeling about it, for some reason.”
Akito frowns. “Well, if something bad does happen, you know I’m right here with you,” he takes his lover’s hand and holds it tight, bringing it up to his lips and kissing his fingers delicately.
Cloud smiles, opening his eyes and leaning up to kiss Akito.
“That reminds me, I have something I want to give you.” Cloud places Akito back on the bed before getting up and walking over to his suitcase.
“Did you get me a kitten?”
Cloud laughs, “No, it’s not a kitten.”
Akito pouts slightly and Cloud can sense it, and he laughs all the more because of it. He comes back to the bed with a velvet box.
“Cloud if you ask me to marry you-”
“Akito we’ve been dating for a couple of months, that is too soon to be asking about marriage.” Cloud’s tone is flat but his face is a bright red and Akito has to laugh.
“Fine, whatever.”
Cloud rolls his eyes and opens the box. Inside is a silver locket in the shape of a joined crescent moon and shinning sun.
Akito’s eyes get wide and he touches it carefully, “This is so pretty! Cloud you shouldn’t have gotten me anything like this!”
Cloud shakes his head and takes it out of the box, unclasping it so that he can put it around Akito’s neck whether the other boy agrees with it or not.
“No, I had to, I wanted to.” Cloud answers and kisses him softly. “You are the sun and the moon to me, Akito I want you to know that, forever.”
The words are spoken shyly and carefully and Akito can’t help but giggle softly. Such words are so strange from Cloud of all people, but they are sincere and heartfelt. Akito knows them to be true.
“Thank you,” he whispers against Cloud’s lips and kisses him passionately, a hand in that trademark, spiky blond hair.
“I love you,” Cloud says in return and angles it so that he can put Akito underneath him on the bed. Akito smiles softly and nods.
“I love you too.”
And at that time, everything seemed to be completely perfect.
-
Their vacation, their time away from the fighting and the war and the politics had to end at some point, but that didn’t mean Akito had to be happy about it. No, in fact he sulked around the Shinra building at every opportunity. The only thing that cheered him up was seeing Cloud.
“You’re very into that kid,” Lazarus said to him one day and Akito giggled, fingered the chain around his neck.
“Yes, yes I am.” After a moment of what seemed to be uncomfortable silence Akito looks up at Lazarus and pouts. “Why, do you find something wrong with it?”
Lazarus shrugs his shoulders and raises his hands, “not really, no, he’s a nice kid and you’re a good guy, you compliment each other it’s just … Haven’t you heard about Sephiroth?”
The mere mention of the general made Akito want to set something on fire. Considering everything in this building was made of metal and shrapnel, it wasn’t an entirely terrible idea.
“What about him?” Akito asks, walking to the window of the Shinra building and looking down at the people, the lights of the dim, gray buildings. Even above the plates, the city looked a mess, it wasn’t much better above or below. The Slums didn’t have it any harder or easier as far as he saw it.
“He’s gone a bit insane. He’s holing himself up in the mansion in Nibelheim; no one can get him to come out. And apparently he’s been asking for you, lately.”
Akito stops fingering his necklace, letting it drop beneath his uniform and he looks at Lazarus, frowning. “What about Zack, he’s there too, right?”
“He should be, but we haven’t heard from him in a while.”
The silence that filled the space between the two was an annoyed one and Akito crossed his arms over his chest and tapped a foot on the ground.
“So you want me to go and see what they’re both up to, all on my lonesome, don’t you?”
Lazarus chuckles and salutes him, “You have four days, and have fun!”
“I hate you,” Akito mutters and stomps off in the general direction of the parking lot while Lazarus’ laughter rings in his poor, innocent ears.
-
Nibelheim was a day’s trip away, and with as slow as Akito moved sometimes, he knew that he would be late on this mission. Lazarus probably knew that too.
Unlike most Summoners, Akito had the ability to fly and it was a godsend, thanks to his absolute fear of driving cars.
Akito had never been to Nibelheim before but he certainly hadn’t expected it to be in flames by the time he got there.
“What the fuck!” He cursed descending past heavy plumes of smoke and ash and landing in what seemed to be the middle of the town. “Hello? Is anyone here?”
However, Akito did not get an answer and his worry was slowly becoming panic, as much as they all didn’t get along sometimes, Sephiroth and Zack were friends of Akito’s and he couldn’t see them die. Not like this, not in a fucking fire.
He immediately raised his hand to begin casting water spells when a familiar silhouette made itself obvious in the bright flames.
“Sephiroth?!”
Struck by both relief and fear, Akito ran to the edge of the flames and willed himself to calm down, to manipulate those flames to –move- and listen to him. But in his current mental state and he couldn’t do a thing.
It didn’t quite matter, Sephiroth seemed to walk through the fire as if it were nothing, and indeed, it did not seem to touch him at all. His face was splayed with red, his sword bathed in it, and his uniform stained. It was then that Akito took noticed of the bodies all around them and he let out a terrified sound.
“Sephiroth? Why did you …”
Nothing from that point on made any sense. Akito remembered sensing rage, he remembered sensing regret and misunderstanding before the first lightning bolt struck him straight on.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Akito shouted at him, jumping back and gasping for breath as took his stance to summon Shiva. “What’s gotten into you? Have you lost your ever loving mind?”
A futile question, a stupid one. But Akito felt the need to ask. He was missing pieces here. He’d only been gone for a week or so, what could have happened in a –week- to drive Sephiroth absolutely batshit?
Shiva’s blast hit him at full force and happened to stop most of the fires raging on the poor homes. There was the fact that now they were frozen but the sun would take care of that and honestly? It wasn’t his main priority right now, by the looks of it, most everyone was dead now anyway.
Akito was nothing but a Summoner and a Summoner against someone at Sephiroth’s level was useless. Akito knew this, but it wasn’t as though he could let this idiot run around being crazy.
“Fira! Blizzara! Thundaga! Ramuha!”
Akito was gasping after each spell, casting them as fast as he could and for all his speed, Sephiroth couldn’t quite dodge them all. Akito was just barely dodging his Masamune, doing his best to let it stab into anything but one of his limbs.
When he was pinned against a crumbling building, the Masamune shoved just this close to his head, Akito grit his teeth, raised his hands and shouted. “METEOR!”
And Akito wouldn’t even lie then, he ran for the hills as the spell hit dead on, making the earth shake with such intensity that it felt as though his brain was doing the Macarena in his cranium. It was not a nice feeling at all.
It was just like in a horror movie. They tell you not to look back, they tell you not to stop, but Akito did it anyway, he looked back to see Sephiroth was only maybe a step or two behind him, bloody and bruised but still only a couple of steps away.
Akito didn’t have much chance to even scream before the Masamune was plunged into his back, ripping through his stomach and coming out the other end. Akito convulsed violently before hurling up nothing but blood and split. His eyes became wide as his body tried to heal itself around the wound but he refused to let that happen. Before his regeneration powers could take over he yanked himself off of the damnable sword and fell to the ground, a gaping hole in his stomach.
And it was then that the whole world went black.
-
When he woke up, they told him that a year had passed. They told him that the regime had changed, and that Rufus was now the president.
They told him Sephiroth was gone, and that Shinra was even less reputable than it was before.
When he woke up, they told him he was alone, and that there wasn’t anyone waiting for him.
When he woke up, he missed Cloud with everything he was, but did not know where to find him.
-
They tell him he won’t live unless they put him to sleep. They tell him it’s his only chance, because they haven’t got the technology anymore. They don’t even have the magic to heal his body.
So those were his options: Sleep or die.
When those doctors told him that in their business like tones, with their dead, bored eyes, Akito could only look out the window at the slums he had spent so long avoiding. They were even worse now that the plates had fallen.
He couldn’t go back to SOLDIER. Not when his magic was quite literally the only thing keeping him alive. If he used it now, he would likely die in a weak.
Wonderful.
Akito cried a lot. He wondered how everything had turned out like this. How everything could go wrong just because he loved someone and wanted to be with them. He cried for Cloud, who must feel lonely, who must think Akito had abandoned him without a word.
He sat up most nights, wanting to hate Sephiroth, but only having the strength to pity him.
Akito didn’t know what to do he wanted Cloud. He wanted those days in Junon back.
In the end, he chose to sleep.
-
“Cloud?” Tifa’s gentle voice woke him from his reverie, from memories of a sandy beach and a boy with golden eyes.
“Mm?” He asks as she sets a drink down in front of him.
“You look bothered, are you all right?” There’s a worried expression in her warm, reddish-brown eyes that he can’t quite deny. He almost wants to tell her what’s wrong.
“Missing someone,” he says, and applauds himself on being able to tell her at least half of the truth. Tifa tilts her head at him and leans forward.
“About that boy? The Summoner?”
It’s a long while before Cloud responds but he nods.
“Akito.” He speaks. “His name was Akito.” His tone is lost.
Something like jealousy enters Tifa’s eyes, but it’s gone long before Cloud can see it. He looks up at her as if he is about to say something, and she looks back at him, ready to listen to his words, ready to be there for him.
But as usual, in the end, he says nothing and merely gets up and leaves.
Universe: Crossover - Final Fantasy 7&8 / Air Gear
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't belong to me.
Notes: Final part of 'Moments' but not the end of the overall story, I guess, tell me what you think, or if it's worth continuing.
It all started out quite simply.
Akito lived in Junon, near the ocean, with Sephiroth and Zack gone on some important mission, Akito had been given leave time and Cloud was just flat out playing hooky.
“I could get in trouble for this, you know.” Cloud says one morning while they lie in bed; he’s got one arm around the tiny blue haired Summoner. Akito laughs and rolls over to face him.
“It’ll be fine, they won’t notice two lovebirds leaving for a week or two.” He grins and sits up in bed “More importantly, what do you think of my family?”
Cloud smiles from the bed – he’s been doing more of that lately, smiling, laughing, being happy, it’s so strange – and then smirks. “I think they’re all insane like you.”
Akito tosses a pillow at his face and slides out of bed to get dressed
“I hear they sent Sephiroth to Nibelheim,” Akito says conversationally, Cloud blinks at him curiously and tilts his head, reaching out to grab Akito and pulling him back to bed.
“Do you know why?” Cloud can’t help but be curious, Sephiroth in his hometown? It was an interesting thought. Tifa must have been having a lot of fun with him there.
“Mako reactor and some monster sightings, I think,” Akito says, giving up to Cloud’s pulling and flopping back onto the bed. “Are you worried?”
Silence, then as Cloud closes his eyes and Akito shifts to straddle the blond’s hips, something he always does when he knows Cloud is thinking very hard about something.
“I guess,” Cloud admits. “I have a bad feeling about it, for some reason.”
Akito frowns. “Well, if something bad does happen, you know I’m right here with you,” he takes his lover’s hand and holds it tight, bringing it up to his lips and kissing his fingers delicately.
Cloud smiles, opening his eyes and leaning up to kiss Akito.
“That reminds me, I have something I want to give you.” Cloud places Akito back on the bed before getting up and walking over to his suitcase.
“Did you get me a kitten?”
Cloud laughs, “No, it’s not a kitten.”
Akito pouts slightly and Cloud can sense it, and he laughs all the more because of it. He comes back to the bed with a velvet box.
“Cloud if you ask me to marry you-”
“Akito we’ve been dating for a couple of months, that is too soon to be asking about marriage.” Cloud’s tone is flat but his face is a bright red and Akito has to laugh.
“Fine, whatever.”
Cloud rolls his eyes and opens the box. Inside is a silver locket in the shape of a joined crescent moon and shinning sun.
Akito’s eyes get wide and he touches it carefully, “This is so pretty! Cloud you shouldn’t have gotten me anything like this!”
Cloud shakes his head and takes it out of the box, unclasping it so that he can put it around Akito’s neck whether the other boy agrees with it or not.
“No, I had to, I wanted to.” Cloud answers and kisses him softly. “You are the sun and the moon to me, Akito I want you to know that, forever.”
The words are spoken shyly and carefully and Akito can’t help but giggle softly. Such words are so strange from Cloud of all people, but they are sincere and heartfelt. Akito knows them to be true.
“Thank you,” he whispers against Cloud’s lips and kisses him passionately, a hand in that trademark, spiky blond hair.
“I love you,” Cloud says in return and angles it so that he can put Akito underneath him on the bed. Akito smiles softly and nods.
“I love you too.”
And at that time, everything seemed to be completely perfect.
-
Their vacation, their time away from the fighting and the war and the politics had to end at some point, but that didn’t mean Akito had to be happy about it. No, in fact he sulked around the Shinra building at every opportunity. The only thing that cheered him up was seeing Cloud.
“You’re very into that kid,” Lazarus said to him one day and Akito giggled, fingered the chain around his neck.
“Yes, yes I am.” After a moment of what seemed to be uncomfortable silence Akito looks up at Lazarus and pouts. “Why, do you find something wrong with it?”
Lazarus shrugs his shoulders and raises his hands, “not really, no, he’s a nice kid and you’re a good guy, you compliment each other it’s just … Haven’t you heard about Sephiroth?”
The mere mention of the general made Akito want to set something on fire. Considering everything in this building was made of metal and shrapnel, it wasn’t an entirely terrible idea.
“What about him?” Akito asks, walking to the window of the Shinra building and looking down at the people, the lights of the dim, gray buildings. Even above the plates, the city looked a mess, it wasn’t much better above or below. The Slums didn’t have it any harder or easier as far as he saw it.
“He’s gone a bit insane. He’s holing himself up in the mansion in Nibelheim; no one can get him to come out. And apparently he’s been asking for you, lately.”
Akito stops fingering his necklace, letting it drop beneath his uniform and he looks at Lazarus, frowning. “What about Zack, he’s there too, right?”
“He should be, but we haven’t heard from him in a while.”
The silence that filled the space between the two was an annoyed one and Akito crossed his arms over his chest and tapped a foot on the ground.
“So you want me to go and see what they’re both up to, all on my lonesome, don’t you?”
Lazarus chuckles and salutes him, “You have four days, and have fun!”
“I hate you,” Akito mutters and stomps off in the general direction of the parking lot while Lazarus’ laughter rings in his poor, innocent ears.
-
Nibelheim was a day’s trip away, and with as slow as Akito moved sometimes, he knew that he would be late on this mission. Lazarus probably knew that too.
Unlike most Summoners, Akito had the ability to fly and it was a godsend, thanks to his absolute fear of driving cars.
Akito had never been to Nibelheim before but he certainly hadn’t expected it to be in flames by the time he got there.
“What the fuck!” He cursed descending past heavy plumes of smoke and ash and landing in what seemed to be the middle of the town. “Hello? Is anyone here?”
However, Akito did not get an answer and his worry was slowly becoming panic, as much as they all didn’t get along sometimes, Sephiroth and Zack were friends of Akito’s and he couldn’t see them die. Not like this, not in a fucking fire.
He immediately raised his hand to begin casting water spells when a familiar silhouette made itself obvious in the bright flames.
“Sephiroth?!”
Struck by both relief and fear, Akito ran to the edge of the flames and willed himself to calm down, to manipulate those flames to –move- and listen to him. But in his current mental state and he couldn’t do a thing.
It didn’t quite matter, Sephiroth seemed to walk through the fire as if it were nothing, and indeed, it did not seem to touch him at all. His face was splayed with red, his sword bathed in it, and his uniform stained. It was then that Akito took noticed of the bodies all around them and he let out a terrified sound.
“Sephiroth? Why did you …”
Nothing from that point on made any sense. Akito remembered sensing rage, he remembered sensing regret and misunderstanding before the first lightning bolt struck him straight on.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Akito shouted at him, jumping back and gasping for breath as took his stance to summon Shiva. “What’s gotten into you? Have you lost your ever loving mind?”
A futile question, a stupid one. But Akito felt the need to ask. He was missing pieces here. He’d only been gone for a week or so, what could have happened in a –week- to drive Sephiroth absolutely batshit?
Shiva’s blast hit him at full force and happened to stop most of the fires raging on the poor homes. There was the fact that now they were frozen but the sun would take care of that and honestly? It wasn’t his main priority right now, by the looks of it, most everyone was dead now anyway.
Akito was nothing but a Summoner and a Summoner against someone at Sephiroth’s level was useless. Akito knew this, but it wasn’t as though he could let this idiot run around being crazy.
“Fira! Blizzara! Thundaga! Ramuha!”
Akito was gasping after each spell, casting them as fast as he could and for all his speed, Sephiroth couldn’t quite dodge them all. Akito was just barely dodging his Masamune, doing his best to let it stab into anything but one of his limbs.
When he was pinned against a crumbling building, the Masamune shoved just this close to his head, Akito grit his teeth, raised his hands and shouted. “METEOR!”
And Akito wouldn’t even lie then, he ran for the hills as the spell hit dead on, making the earth shake with such intensity that it felt as though his brain was doing the Macarena in his cranium. It was not a nice feeling at all.
It was just like in a horror movie. They tell you not to look back, they tell you not to stop, but Akito did it anyway, he looked back to see Sephiroth was only maybe a step or two behind him, bloody and bruised but still only a couple of steps away.
Akito didn’t have much chance to even scream before the Masamune was plunged into his back, ripping through his stomach and coming out the other end. Akito convulsed violently before hurling up nothing but blood and split. His eyes became wide as his body tried to heal itself around the wound but he refused to let that happen. Before his regeneration powers could take over he yanked himself off of the damnable sword and fell to the ground, a gaping hole in his stomach.
And it was then that the whole world went black.
-
When he woke up, they told him that a year had passed. They told him that the regime had changed, and that Rufus was now the president.
They told him Sephiroth was gone, and that Shinra was even less reputable than it was before.
When he woke up, they told him he was alone, and that there wasn’t anyone waiting for him.
When he woke up, he missed Cloud with everything he was, but did not know where to find him.
-
They tell him he won’t live unless they put him to sleep. They tell him it’s his only chance, because they haven’t got the technology anymore. They don’t even have the magic to heal his body.
So those were his options: Sleep or die.
When those doctors told him that in their business like tones, with their dead, bored eyes, Akito could only look out the window at the slums he had spent so long avoiding. They were even worse now that the plates had fallen.
He couldn’t go back to SOLDIER. Not when his magic was quite literally the only thing keeping him alive. If he used it now, he would likely die in a weak.
Wonderful.
Akito cried a lot. He wondered how everything had turned out like this. How everything could go wrong just because he loved someone and wanted to be with them. He cried for Cloud, who must feel lonely, who must think Akito had abandoned him without a word.
He sat up most nights, wanting to hate Sephiroth, but only having the strength to pity him.
Akito didn’t know what to do he wanted Cloud. He wanted those days in Junon back.
In the end, he chose to sleep.
-
“Cloud?” Tifa’s gentle voice woke him from his reverie, from memories of a sandy beach and a boy with golden eyes.
“Mm?” He asks as she sets a drink down in front of him.
“You look bothered, are you all right?” There’s a worried expression in her warm, reddish-brown eyes that he can’t quite deny. He almost wants to tell her what’s wrong.
“Missing someone,” he says, and applauds himself on being able to tell her at least half of the truth. Tifa tilts her head at him and leans forward.
“About that boy? The Summoner?”
It’s a long while before Cloud responds but he nods.
“Akito.” He speaks. “His name was Akito.” His tone is lost.
Something like jealousy enters Tifa’s eyes, but it’s gone long before Cloud can see it. He looks up at her as if he is about to say something, and she looks back at him, ready to listen to his words, ready to be there for him.
But as usual, in the end, he says nothing and merely gets up and leaves.
01 February 2009 @ 11:54 pm
Title: Moments
Universe: Crossover - Final Fantasy 7&8 / Air Gear
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't belong to me.
Notes: This has apparently become a full fledged idea that spans two FFs and includes a lot of weirdness. Again. I blame Phoe. It should also be dully noted, in case no one had noticed yet, that most of the FF7 portion is being played from Crisis Core.
I might love you.
The words seem to sear into his soul at that moment, and suddenly they are tainted and black, associated with the image before him.
“Cloud?” Akito does not appear to be at all shocked or even worried. Maybe he shouldn’t be, of all the people to get caught by, Cloud wasn’t the most threatening. He was still nothing but a grunt in comparison to Genesis or Sephiroth or Angeal.
Akito smooths his hair back but makes no other attempt at tidying himself up. Despite what some other may think, Cloud is not a child; he isn’t so naïve that he wouldn’t know what Akito was doing in Sephiroth’s room so late at night.
I might love you.
Suddenly everything felt like a lie, suddenly everything felt –dark- and blurry and almost sad and Cloud wanted to run away. He didn’t want to see Akito’s face right now.
So he ran.
-
The days following those monumental words had been simple and joyous. There actions had changed; their relationship had shifted in some grand, universal manner that Cloud could not quite comprehend on his own. Akito had seemed to take it in stride, with a smile, even. He hadn’t seemed nearly as afraid as Cloud.
They walked down the streets of Midgar closer and closer, hiding their entwined hands behind their backs and finding dark corners in alleys to kiss in. There was no thrill of breaking the rules, Cloud found no joy in the fact that he was falling in love with an Officer. All he wanted was some alone time with the young boy, but with the both of them becoming increasingly busy, that seemed like too much to ask for.
Yes, things had definitely changed between them, they kissed softly, they whispered sweet words to each other, and they promised to meet on their days off even if it meant skipping meals or pissing off superiors. They began to break rules for each other.
It was the best feeling Cloud had ever experienced, to have someone in this simple, innocent sort of way. Not too fast and not too slow.
And maybe that was why it had hurt so much to see the person he was beginning to love be with the person that was his idol that was his reason for becoming a SOLDIER.
In the end, when he really stopped and thought about it, Cloud wondered how he had expected such a good thing to last.
-
Akito has his Usual Haunts.
He’s a creature of habit, something he’s quite sure he got from his ass of an older brother, Rind.
Today he haunts the church where Aerith usually is, tending to her flowers. Maybe he hoped to get her advice on a matter or two. Maybe he had just needed someone to talk with.
“So this is where you are,” Akito tilts his head first and then turns around, not at all surprised to see the imposing figure of Sephiroth standing there. The man almost looked too large for the church itself. As if he didn’t belong with the holiness of god.
“You were looking for me?” He asks the obvious, his robes whirling around his feet as he all but stomps towards the man without fear. Many people feared Sephiroth, many people revered him as a hero of the people, they could think whatever they wanted of him. Akito could care less. He was just another partner to him.
“You missed an assignment,” Sephiroth holds up a folder and Akito shrugs, walking past him. The steps falling in cadence with his own tell him that Sephiroth is following him. It’s annoying. “Why is that?”
“I don’t believe that’s any of your business, Sephiroth.”
“I believe it is.” Sephiroth stops and for whatever silly reason, Akito stops with him. He almost turns around to give the general a piece of mind when he is beaten to the punch.
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with that grunt, Cloud Strife, would it?”
All the blood in his body became cold and it must have stopped pumping through his body for a second or two. Akito manages to swallow, surprised at how dry his mouth is.
“How did you?”
“You’re very easy to figure out, if given the proper attention, Wanijima.”
Akito puts a hand on his hip, glaring at the use of his last name. “Would you kindly explain how any of this is your dammed business? What I do in my off time has nothing to do with you, I don’t pester you about you destroying the training room on a daily basis.”
Sephiroth waves a finger and shakes his head, a tiny smirk playing on his fine features, “But fraternizing with a lower class SOLDIER is against regulation, you could both be demoted, or dishonorably discharged. If I remember correctly, you can’t afford that.”
Akito rolls his eyes. “So you’re jealous?” He fixes Sephiroth with a cold stare, one that could break through glass and possibly the sound barrier. “If that’s the case, go bend Genesis over something, I’m sure he’d enjoy it much more than I do anyway.” Akito huffs and turns on his heel, going towards the exit, but Sephiroth is directly behind him in an instant an arm around his throat, pinning him against the older mans chest.
“Really? You never seem to complain when-”
“Firaga!”
In an instant, Sephiroth steps back and Akito tosses his hair back, glaring at the older man through bright red and orange flames.
“You’re such a prick, you know that?” Akito hisses, exuding more arrogance than he actually possesses.
Without another word, Akito leaves the church.
-
That assignment he missed? He had to make it up, of course, and of course the job was with Sephiroth. Akito had dreaded it, but thankfully it’d been quite easy and Genesis had been there to bore them both to tears with more LOVELESS readings.
By the time Akito makes it back to the Shinra Building to report in, he’s quite sure he won’t find Cloud anymore, but lo and behold, the young man is sitting in one of the lounges, looking out the window at the immensely depressing city that is Midgar.
“Hey,” Akito says, coming to stand beside him. Cloud doesn’t answer, just turns his head away and looks in another direction. Akito sighs.
“So you aren’t going to talk to me, then?” He says, taking the seat next to Cloud. “Will you at least let me explain the situation?”
There is a long, drawn out silence before Cloud shuffles a bit and raises his head to look into Akito’s golden eyes. It’s as much of an answer as Akito will get and he knows it, so he begins the story without skipping a beat. He wants to get it over with.
“I liked the guy in the beginning, ok? He’s not so bad, for all that I complain about him being Shinra’s golden boy. When you get down to it, Seph’s a pretty normal guy who reads too damn much. We got a lot of assignments together before you were even recruited. We started screwing around one night because we both got too drunk and it sort of became like a ritual. You get lonely around here when you aren’t allowed to have relationships outside of SOLDIER, so we just … Helped each other with the loneliness. That’s all, nothing more, nothing else.”
Akito is quiet and Cloud pins him with a look that makes his insides shake violently.
“Cloud, I don’t love him at all, it’s not the same as with you.” He mumbles finally.
The blond man is quiet and he looks at his hands and then at Akito again as if he’ll find the answer somewhere between.
“So you still might love me?” He says in an impossibly tiny voice, the voice of a child afraid of losing a parent, or a pillar of strength.
Akito slides closer, one hand gliding into Cloud’s hair and angling his head so that their lips are brushing softly.
“No,” he says softly, and tightens his grip on Cloud’s hair as the man tries to pull away. “I do love you.”
Realization enters those impossibly blue and pretty eyes and Cloud smiles a real smile, a smile that Akito has never seen before. It makes him happy to see.
And it’s then that they kiss for real, for the first time.
Universe: Crossover - Final Fantasy 7&8 / Air Gear
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't belong to me.
Notes: This has apparently become a full fledged idea that spans two FFs and includes a lot of weirdness. Again. I blame Phoe. It should also be dully noted, in case no one had noticed yet, that most of the FF7 portion is being played from Crisis Core.
I might love you.
The words seem to sear into his soul at that moment, and suddenly they are tainted and black, associated with the image before him.
“Cloud?” Akito does not appear to be at all shocked or even worried. Maybe he shouldn’t be, of all the people to get caught by, Cloud wasn’t the most threatening. He was still nothing but a grunt in comparison to Genesis or Sephiroth or Angeal.
Akito smooths his hair back but makes no other attempt at tidying himself up. Despite what some other may think, Cloud is not a child; he isn’t so naïve that he wouldn’t know what Akito was doing in Sephiroth’s room so late at night.
I might love you.
Suddenly everything felt like a lie, suddenly everything felt –dark- and blurry and almost sad and Cloud wanted to run away. He didn’t want to see Akito’s face right now.
So he ran.
-
The days following those monumental words had been simple and joyous. There actions had changed; their relationship had shifted in some grand, universal manner that Cloud could not quite comprehend on his own. Akito had seemed to take it in stride, with a smile, even. He hadn’t seemed nearly as afraid as Cloud.
They walked down the streets of Midgar closer and closer, hiding their entwined hands behind their backs and finding dark corners in alleys to kiss in. There was no thrill of breaking the rules, Cloud found no joy in the fact that he was falling in love with an Officer. All he wanted was some alone time with the young boy, but with the both of them becoming increasingly busy, that seemed like too much to ask for.
Yes, things had definitely changed between them, they kissed softly, they whispered sweet words to each other, and they promised to meet on their days off even if it meant skipping meals or pissing off superiors. They began to break rules for each other.
It was the best feeling Cloud had ever experienced, to have someone in this simple, innocent sort of way. Not too fast and not too slow.
And maybe that was why it had hurt so much to see the person he was beginning to love be with the person that was his idol that was his reason for becoming a SOLDIER.
In the end, when he really stopped and thought about it, Cloud wondered how he had expected such a good thing to last.
-
Akito has his Usual Haunts.
He’s a creature of habit, something he’s quite sure he got from his ass of an older brother, Rind.
Today he haunts the church where Aerith usually is, tending to her flowers. Maybe he hoped to get her advice on a matter or two. Maybe he had just needed someone to talk with.
“So this is where you are,” Akito tilts his head first and then turns around, not at all surprised to see the imposing figure of Sephiroth standing there. The man almost looked too large for the church itself. As if he didn’t belong with the holiness of god.
“You were looking for me?” He asks the obvious, his robes whirling around his feet as he all but stomps towards the man without fear. Many people feared Sephiroth, many people revered him as a hero of the people, they could think whatever they wanted of him. Akito could care less. He was just another partner to him.
“You missed an assignment,” Sephiroth holds up a folder and Akito shrugs, walking past him. The steps falling in cadence with his own tell him that Sephiroth is following him. It’s annoying. “Why is that?”
“I don’t believe that’s any of your business, Sephiroth.”
“I believe it is.” Sephiroth stops and for whatever silly reason, Akito stops with him. He almost turns around to give the general a piece of mind when he is beaten to the punch.
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with that grunt, Cloud Strife, would it?”
All the blood in his body became cold and it must have stopped pumping through his body for a second or two. Akito manages to swallow, surprised at how dry his mouth is.
“How did you?”
“You’re very easy to figure out, if given the proper attention, Wanijima.”
Akito puts a hand on his hip, glaring at the use of his last name. “Would you kindly explain how any of this is your dammed business? What I do in my off time has nothing to do with you, I don’t pester you about you destroying the training room on a daily basis.”
Sephiroth waves a finger and shakes his head, a tiny smirk playing on his fine features, “But fraternizing with a lower class SOLDIER is against regulation, you could both be demoted, or dishonorably discharged. If I remember correctly, you can’t afford that.”
Akito rolls his eyes. “So you’re jealous?” He fixes Sephiroth with a cold stare, one that could break through glass and possibly the sound barrier. “If that’s the case, go bend Genesis over something, I’m sure he’d enjoy it much more than I do anyway.” Akito huffs and turns on his heel, going towards the exit, but Sephiroth is directly behind him in an instant an arm around his throat, pinning him against the older mans chest.
“Really? You never seem to complain when-”
“Firaga!”
In an instant, Sephiroth steps back and Akito tosses his hair back, glaring at the older man through bright red and orange flames.
“You’re such a prick, you know that?” Akito hisses, exuding more arrogance than he actually possesses.
Without another word, Akito leaves the church.
-
That assignment he missed? He had to make it up, of course, and of course the job was with Sephiroth. Akito had dreaded it, but thankfully it’d been quite easy and Genesis had been there to bore them both to tears with more LOVELESS readings.
By the time Akito makes it back to the Shinra Building to report in, he’s quite sure he won’t find Cloud anymore, but lo and behold, the young man is sitting in one of the lounges, looking out the window at the immensely depressing city that is Midgar.
“Hey,” Akito says, coming to stand beside him. Cloud doesn’t answer, just turns his head away and looks in another direction. Akito sighs.
“So you aren’t going to talk to me, then?” He says, taking the seat next to Cloud. “Will you at least let me explain the situation?”
There is a long, drawn out silence before Cloud shuffles a bit and raises his head to look into Akito’s golden eyes. It’s as much of an answer as Akito will get and he knows it, so he begins the story without skipping a beat. He wants to get it over with.
“I liked the guy in the beginning, ok? He’s not so bad, for all that I complain about him being Shinra’s golden boy. When you get down to it, Seph’s a pretty normal guy who reads too damn much. We got a lot of assignments together before you were even recruited. We started screwing around one night because we both got too drunk and it sort of became like a ritual. You get lonely around here when you aren’t allowed to have relationships outside of SOLDIER, so we just … Helped each other with the loneliness. That’s all, nothing more, nothing else.”
Akito is quiet and Cloud pins him with a look that makes his insides shake violently.
“Cloud, I don’t love him at all, it’s not the same as with you.” He mumbles finally.
The blond man is quiet and he looks at his hands and then at Akito again as if he’ll find the answer somewhere between.
“So you still might love me?” He says in an impossibly tiny voice, the voice of a child afraid of losing a parent, or a pillar of strength.
Akito slides closer, one hand gliding into Cloud’s hair and angling his head so that their lips are brushing softly.
“No,” he says softly, and tightens his grip on Cloud’s hair as the man tries to pull away. “I do love you.”
Realization enters those impossibly blue and pretty eyes and Cloud smiles a real smile, a smile that Akito has never seen before. It makes him happy to see.
And it’s then that they kiss for real, for the first time.
01 February 2009 @ 10:37 pm
Title: Moments
Universe: Crossover - Final Fantasy 7 / Air Gear
Rating: G - yes. Stop looking at me like that.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, do you think I'd have a disclaimer section?
Notes: This is complete and utter fluff inspired by![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
ihea4yourv1oce, as well as two songs that remind me of this pairing and him. So basically? None of this is my fault!
Cloud isn’t sure how it happened. He doesn’t know how he suddenly became so attached to this little Summoner, an officer three times higher than him in rank.
He doesn’t know how they have moments like these, like the one they are having now. Cloud has his head down in Akito’s lap and he is doing nothing but keeping his eyes closed off to the world, the younger boy sifts one hand through his wild blond hair like a caring mother paying attention to a stubborn child. Somehow, Cloud always feels like a child around Akito, it’s quite strange.
The wind moves softly, rustling their clothes and hair, dimly reminding Cloud that there is a world outside of this space in time. He hums, and he almost feels Akito’s smile in response.
In moments like these, it is easy to forget that they are both instruments of war, that Akito has had to kill, that there is blood on the hands that he now enjoys holding in his own. Cloud doesn’t understand how someone so innocent and loving could do such things.
In moments like these, Cloud sometimes forgets who he is, and sometimes he thinks he’s back in Nibelheim with Tifa. He’s back with his mother, and she’s nagging him like she almost always does. It makes him smile, and it makes the sound of Akito’s voice a little bit sweeter than he remembers it being seconds before.
They’re lying in an illusion and a small part of Cloud knows this, accepts it, but he finds that as long as Akito is here, he doesn’t mind. He enjoys the little things the other boy does like sing and make flower bracelets to put around his wrist. Cloud saves every one of them till they wilt in his barracks. He doesn’t care that the other SOLDIERs tease him about it.
He wonders when he began to care so much, because it is very unlike him.
Akito knows damn well how this all happened, he knew since the day he saw Cloud that something like this might happen. It was instinct, and you could always trust a summoner’s instinct. He had expected eventual friendship; he had expected that friendship to take months and months of careful negotiation and progression. Cloud wasn’t the easiest man to get close with; he’d made that clear from the beginning. But it had only made him more interesting, more intriguing, and so much more fun than the others.
“Cloud?” Akito asks softly, stopping his song for a little while to close his eyes and feel the wind on his face. It’s fake, it’s all fake, but for right now, they pretend it is real.
“Mm?” This counted as a response from the blond SOLDIER and Akito had become used to it. There were some things about Cloud that no one could change.
“What would you say if I told you that I might love you?”
Akito is also quite used to long periods of silence after asking Cloud questions, because more often than not he stumps the poor man entirely. This time was no different. Though this time was different in that he did not look nearly as befuddled or embarrassed as usual.
No, instead of showing any sort of reach at all, he just reached over and picked a flower from the ground. Akito blinked, watching him trace the stem with two fingers before smoothing his blue hair back and placing it in his ear, and then smiling.
“A SOLDIER must always be prepared,” Cloud mumbled and lies back down onto Akito’s lap, closing his eyes and expecting more petting, by the looks of it.
For the first time since they’ve met, Cloud had finally stumped Akito, but eventually the Summoner just laughs. What else can he do?
He bends down to carefully grace the lower SOLDIER with a rather chaste kiss before continuing to sing for him.
Universe: Crossover - Final Fantasy 7 / Air Gear
Rating: G - yes. Stop looking at me like that.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, do you think I'd have a disclaimer section?
Notes: This is complete and utter fluff inspired by
ihea4yourv1oce, as well as two songs that remind me of this pairing and him. So basically? None of this is my fault!Cloud isn’t sure how it happened. He doesn’t know how he suddenly became so attached to this little Summoner, an officer three times higher than him in rank.
He doesn’t know how they have moments like these, like the one they are having now. Cloud has his head down in Akito’s lap and he is doing nothing but keeping his eyes closed off to the world, the younger boy sifts one hand through his wild blond hair like a caring mother paying attention to a stubborn child. Somehow, Cloud always feels like a child around Akito, it’s quite strange.
The wind moves softly, rustling their clothes and hair, dimly reminding Cloud that there is a world outside of this space in time. He hums, and he almost feels Akito’s smile in response.
In moments like these, it is easy to forget that they are both instruments of war, that Akito has had to kill, that there is blood on the hands that he now enjoys holding in his own. Cloud doesn’t understand how someone so innocent and loving could do such things.
In moments like these, Cloud sometimes forgets who he is, and sometimes he thinks he’s back in Nibelheim with Tifa. He’s back with his mother, and she’s nagging him like she almost always does. It makes him smile, and it makes the sound of Akito’s voice a little bit sweeter than he remembers it being seconds before.
They’re lying in an illusion and a small part of Cloud knows this, accepts it, but he finds that as long as Akito is here, he doesn’t mind. He enjoys the little things the other boy does like sing and make flower bracelets to put around his wrist. Cloud saves every one of them till they wilt in his barracks. He doesn’t care that the other SOLDIERs tease him about it.
He wonders when he began to care so much, because it is very unlike him.
Akito knows damn well how this all happened, he knew since the day he saw Cloud that something like this might happen. It was instinct, and you could always trust a summoner’s instinct. He had expected eventual friendship; he had expected that friendship to take months and months of careful negotiation and progression. Cloud wasn’t the easiest man to get close with; he’d made that clear from the beginning. But it had only made him more interesting, more intriguing, and so much more fun than the others.
“Cloud?” Akito asks softly, stopping his song for a little while to close his eyes and feel the wind on his face. It’s fake, it’s all fake, but for right now, they pretend it is real.
“Mm?” This counted as a response from the blond SOLDIER and Akito had become used to it. There were some things about Cloud that no one could change.
“What would you say if I told you that I might love you?”
Akito is also quite used to long periods of silence after asking Cloud questions, because more often than not he stumps the poor man entirely. This time was no different. Though this time was different in that he did not look nearly as befuddled or embarrassed as usual.
No, instead of showing any sort of reach at all, he just reached over and picked a flower from the ground. Akito blinked, watching him trace the stem with two fingers before smoothing his blue hair back and placing it in his ear, and then smiling.
“A SOLDIER must always be prepared,” Cloud mumbled and lies back down onto Akito’s lap, closing his eyes and expecting more petting, by the looks of it.
For the first time since they’ve met, Cloud had finally stumped Akito, but eventually the Summoner just laughs. What else can he do?
He bends down to carefully grace the lower SOLDIER with a rather chaste kiss before continuing to sing for him.
bouncy28 January 2009 @ 03:28 pm
Title: Perfection
Universe: Crossover - Altruistic/VVV
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Air Gear belongs to O!G, VVV!Rind belongs tolawofthestars, and Nariko and Lucian belong to me.
Notes: Nariko reflects on perfection, Mabon whines, Rind smirks, Lucian bites.
( Nariko had gotten used to their life as parents, now )
Universe: Crossover - Altruistic/VVV
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Air Gear belongs to O!G, VVV!Rind belongs to
lawofthestars, and Nariko and Lucian belong to me. Notes: Nariko reflects on perfection, Mabon whines, Rind smirks, Lucian bites.
( Nariko had gotten used to their life as parents, now )
11 January 2009 @ 02:01 pm
Title: Smooth
Universe: Crossover - Altruistic/Sailor Moon
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own Sailor Moon.
Notes: I really just wanted to have two hot chicks kiss, and Nariko demanded Serenity, so here you go.
( Emotions will Rise, Emotions will flow )
Universe: Crossover - Altruistic/Sailor Moon
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own Sailor Moon.
Notes: I really just wanted to have two hot chicks kiss, and Nariko demanded Serenity, so here you go.
( Emotions will Rise, Emotions will flow )
12 December 2008 @ 09:21 pm
Title: Present
Universe: Crossover - Air Gear/ Assassin's Creed
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Neither AC or AG belong to me, I'm just having non-profit fun with them.
Notes: Original request made by Jeremy for an Altair/Akito pairing, further additions to the request made by Kelly. The full request was: Altair/Akito, limited dialogue, must take place mostly in the bed, and exactly a thousand words.
( I know your eyes in the morning sun )
Universe: Crossover - Air Gear/ Assassin's Creed
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Neither AC or AG belong to me, I'm just having non-profit fun with them.
Notes: Original request made by Jeremy for an Altair/Akito pairing, further additions to the request made by Kelly. The full request was: Altair/Akito, limited dialogue, must take place mostly in the bed, and exactly a thousand words.
( I know your eyes in the morning sun )
Current Location: Couch
Current Mood: 
amused
amusedCurrent Music: How Deep Is Your Love - The Bird & The Bee
20 November 2008 @ 09:31 pm
Title: Defying Logic
Universe: Alternate
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and Air Gear aren't mine, end of story
Notes: Written a while ago, dedicated to Syretia (demizeku_otp) for being awesome and loving this idea as much as I do.
( Of ones and zeroes )
Universe: Alternate
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and Air Gear aren't mine, end of story
Notes: Written a while ago, dedicated to Syretia (
demizeku_otp) for being awesome and loving this idea as much as I do. ( Of ones and zeroes )
Current Location: Couch, with Rind and Hotaru
Current Mood: 
busy
busyCurrent Music: Every Breath You Take - Sting and The Police
25 September 2008 @ 11:07 pm
Title: Altruistic (Series)
Universe: All As One
Rating: NC-17 overall, PG for this chapter.
Disclaimer: For once, I get to tell you that they're mine, so hah.
Notes: The revamped Altruistic is the version that's sticking, the other chapter one won't be deleted for the sake of the author remembering her retarded mistakes. Anyone who intends to follow the story should only read chapters with the 'revamp' part in the subject.
( I: Stoicism )
Universe: All As One
Rating: NC-17 overall, PG for this chapter.
Disclaimer: For once, I get to tell you that they're mine, so hah.
Notes: The revamped Altruistic is the version that's sticking, the other chapter one won't be deleted for the sake of the author remembering her retarded mistakes. Anyone who intends to follow the story should only read chapters with the 'revamp' part in the subject.
( I: Stoicism )
awake21 July 2008 @ 09:17 pm
Title: Particular
Author/Artist:kitsune_rin
Pairing/Character/etc: Sumeragi Kanon/Wanijima Akito/Agito
Fandom: Air Gear
Rating: PG-13
Theme: #26 'taste'
Disclaimer: Don't own Air Gear, Oh!Great does.
( Odd is odd, like up is down. )
Author/Artist:
kitsune_rinPairing/Character/etc: Sumeragi Kanon/Wanijima Akito/Agito
Fandom: Air Gear
Rating: PG-13
Theme: #26 'taste'
Disclaimer: Don't own Air Gear, Oh!Great does.
( Odd is odd, like up is down. )
cold21 July 2008 @ 09:01 pm
Title: Finale 'Concluded' (3/3)
Author/Artist:kitsune_rin
Pairing/Character/etc: Sumeragi Kanon/Wanijima Akito/Agito
Fandom: Air Gear
Rating: PG
Theme: #2 'Sweet'
Disclaimer: Don't own'm!
( And ending is another reason for a new beginning. )
Author/Artist:
kitsune_rinPairing/Character/etc: Sumeragi Kanon/Wanijima Akito/Agito
Fandom: Air Gear
Rating: PG
Theme: #2 'Sweet'
Disclaimer: Don't own'm!
( And ending is another reason for a new beginning. )
21 July 2008 @ 08:50 pm
Title: Prelude 'Warning'(1/3)
Author/Artist:kitsune_rin
Pairing/Character/etc: Sumeragi Kanon/Wanijima Akito/Agito
Fandom: Air Gear
Rating: G
Theme: # 4 'Love'
Disclaimer: I could do better than Oh!Great, but he still legally owns AG, so oh well~!
( Only time will tell the tale )
Author/Artist:
kitsune_rin Pairing/Character/etc: Sumeragi Kanon/Wanijima Akito/Agito
Fandom: Air Gear
Rating: G
Theme: # 4 'Love'
Disclaimer: I could do better than Oh!Great, but he still legally owns AG, so oh well~!
( Only time will tell the tale )