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g&otp; ambience, makubex x kazuki

my attempt at writing G&OPT 1!1! m&k, but yeah. here we go, woo woo *nikos*. wanted to do some themes, and right now I don't know if I have enough knowledge and experience to attemp a d1 drabblet, although it is a drabble, I still want it to not be... uh, confusing, well, like this one that is, although it isn't all that confusing but when I read it over agian, it is confusing. hm. anyway. enjoy :)



title: ambience
rating: pg
pairing/character(s): makubex x kazuki
theme: 15. perfect blue 「perfect blue」, 21. violence; pillage/plunder; extortion「強奪」, 19. red「赤」, 8. our own world「二人の世界」of 30_kisses






15. it’s a perfect blue, the sky. He looks at it and then wonders, why he can't see the same sky everyone else can see, the sky which Kazuki, Ginji, Shido, Juubei, the others can see. Is it because he's real and yet at the same time... not real? No- he thinks that maybe it's just because he's not allowed to see this wonderful sky, even though it's been several years since his data and the rest, the people of Lower Town, have been separated from the Archive. Not just that, but Infinity Castle itself.



He looks at the sky once again, and hears someone call his name from afar.



The sounds of the footsteps, the weight of the echo, the drift of the scent- immediately tells him who it is.



Kazuki-san, he says, attaching the formal suffix at the end of the older man's forename. What brings you here?



Silence.



He repeats the other man's name before looking up from his position of lying on his back, staring at the sky, to set his eyes on the doorway which was supposed to reveal a standing Kazuki, one of the four Gods who once served the Lightening Emperor, Amano Ginji.



But no one’s there, nor was there the sound of footsteps heard or the waft of his familiar scent floating in the air.



The wind blew.



21. There was a day when a fight broke, amongst the people whom he knew was faithful to him and the others who were protecting Lower Town.



It was between Juubei and Toshiki, whom both, as he quite recalled, still traveled along with Kazuki- although the other man was no where in sight. He stands there dumbfounded, as so did the others, hearing the screech of insults and the batter of anger sent at one another, both of their eyes blazing with rage.



He was by far amused, although was glad that they had yet to break into fist-fights. No sight of Juubei's needles or the dangerous aura of Toshiki was seen. Yet.



The only words he could catch was Kazuki - injury - blood - protect - failure - asshole - unworthy, and then the rest he knew only they could understand, inaudible to his ears and probably Sakura as well, who was sitting right beside him.



As minutes went by and neither one of them chose to stop the argument, he thought that it was a perfect time for him to break up the premature brawl.



I think that's enough.



They hushed, for shortly a minute, before Toshiki sneered and Juubei turned around angrily. It was really uncharacteristic of those two to act this way, he mused.



19. Red. Wine.



It's the color of wine, the dazzling beauty of a rose, the hue of the blazing sun, the drip of fluid like water.



It's blood.



He was foolish to not understand it later, when Toshiki and Juubei had argued earlier before.



Kazuki - injury - blood - protect - failure - asshole - unworthy.



How could he have not interpreted this?



It's his blood, it's his stain, it's his face, and it's his wound.



He feels something twist, somewhere in his stomach- or was it his chest? He doesn't know- he doesn't care, as he looks at the thread-master with hopeful eyes that he could be saved.



He was angry, not at Kazuki for not being able to protect himself, but at Toshiki and Juubei for not being able to protect him. He thinks that they shouldn't blame each other, but maybe themselves, for being so off guard, unskilled, unsecured, unfaithful, everything, anything, to not be able to protect such a fragile body of such a person, lying on a battered bed with blood seeping through his clothes and a deep gash of a wound across his arm, a piece of ripped clothing tied around his torso, and a long line of cut through his dirty, scorned cotton shirt.



Kazuki.



He doesn't smell that scent anymore, the fragrance of soft daisies and calming grass.



He smells blood.



8. They talk, but it ends shortly, awkwardly, though he still wants to talk more. To him.



Are you okay?
I'm fine, Makubex.
Do you need help?
I'm fine, no need to worry. This is just a-



He cuts the other with narrow eyes, the sentence left unfinished as he touches the bandaged wound, already tainted with blood which was oozing out of its injury by now.



Don't say you're fine when your not.



Kazuki doesn't say anything more.



He's worried, there's no denying that fact. He's sad, there's no denying that fact either. He wants to protect him; he wants to stand up to that fact. He loves him, he wants to say and prove that fact.



But he doesn't say anything, on how he's worried, on how he's sad, on how he wants to protect him, and certainly not on how he loves him.



[Ne, ...]



In the outside, he doesn't say anything, no grunt, nor groan, not words, ... just simply quietness held its stillness of the air.



He sits there right next to Kazuki, and watches as the wounds heals, the pain slowly dying away, the warmth returning, the color coming back to his face.



He doesn't know why he loves the other, how it started. But he thinks maybe it was the blood, maybe it was of the injury, or maybe because...



- he keeps remembering of a time where he lies on a rooftop looking at the sky, and keeps on hearing the latter approaching but when the sounds stop, the smell disappears, the other is gone and no where to be seen.



He thinks he's scared.



His world. Kazuki’s world.



…Or their world.



-Where one of them disappears-



And he touches Kazuki’s feminine face to make sure if he’s right here, right now, lying on a battered bed with injuries and dirty clothes clinging to his sweaty skin and dried with his blood from days before.


Tags: 30_kisses, fan fiction, getbackers, makubex x kazuki
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