Author’s Notes: What a sad little story I’ve gone and written; Bloo sure does know how to have those nightmares. Originally posted to my dA.

Story:

She wasn’t a worrier. Her friends were strong and, in her eyes, invincible. Nothing could knock her or them down. Nothing. Nothing at all. No.

She was never more wrong.

Her thin, long nailed fingers slid through red locks that were coated in sweat and blood. Two large, disfigured blue eyes were clenched shut and a lip trembled over sharp fangs. She didn’t want to believe the truth that lay in her lap and, slowly, she peeked back down at the boy in her hands. A sob broke free. “No…” Her shoulders shook vehemently. “No…” Stained fingers pressed against a pink brow, painting it crimson. “Shi-kun…you idiot.”

Her hand fell to a black clothed shoulder and she symbolically smoothed her shaking hand over his heart. “Get up.” A wave of pink bloomed over the body as she fell against him and wept loudly upon the battle field. “You weren’t supposed to be the one to die.” Her voice cracked and rose in pitch as she tried to contain herself from loosing control. “Why do you never…never listen?”

She felt weak as she lay there against the cold body; her friend’s lifeless body. Her legs were folded beneath her, but she couldn’t feel them. Numb. She had grown numb. The tears, they still fell from her large eyes but they were hot against her freezing flesh. Such misery… She had never suffered such misery.

The murderer was behind her now, but she couldn’t bring herself to stand against him. To fight. To avenge.

They were all lying around her: dead. All of them. Lifeless.

The dragon was suppose to be the wall –the unstoppable force– but now he lay over his dead lover whom he could not protect in the end. Toko had been erased –obliterated as he tried so hard to fight. The scientist, too, had fallen victim to the crimes –as well as his forgotten friend. The ghost, too, had perished…now clutched against his stoic friend’s chest –a dark color marring his beautiful flesh.

All of them had been killed by the shadow behind her. A shadow she could not place a face to. One that both enraged and frightened her. How could this be? She was not a worrier. Not a scared child. She was a fighter.

But she was not better than them, and they had all perished because she was not strong enough.

Never strong enough.

She can’t bring them back.

Her hoarse voice shattered the silence as she arched against the blade that pierced through her untouched flesh. Hot tears streaked from her shrinking eyes, her retracting nails clawed at the sword tip… Her lips quivered again and she closed her blind eyes.

She couldn’t even sacrifice herself to save them.

So she dies.

Author’s Notes: Toko rambles on in his head. It’s not happy like it was suppose to be. D< But I guess it shows some insight to the happy guy? It’s random because…well, you can’t really expect Toko’s thoughts to be that organized. X3 The person who first asks him how he is…is some random person? The second person is Bloo. <o< And the guy he says he loves is Shigure. Sadly, that is a true delusion. LAWL.

Story:

Author’s Notes: Once again another piece about Aka and Miku –but this time a short story~. I loves these two, but they are so sad. ;_; I wanted to write something that was just a little more happier than usual, ya know? And thought this was about as good as it was going to get. Originally posted to my dA.

Story:

He didn’t know how to cook and he always burned everything, but I didn’t mind. He only cooked when he felt sorry about something and usually he wouldn’t tell me what it was he had done wrong –but I could guess. Aka only ever had two things to apologize for –cheating and dinting my Mustang. He was always more worried about the car and I never knew why; I certainly didn’t love it as much as I loved him. After all, it could be repaired, but our relationship was already hanging by a thin strand that Aka was just snipping away at. I wish he’d stop just once to realize that I’m not going to get up and leave, that I’m not going to turn my back when he does something irrevocably stupid, but eventually I’m not going to stand idly by, either.

Yet, there he was in the kitchen –fumbling with all the pots and pans; and here I was watching him from the breakfast nook –smiling dumbly as though I had never seen such a gorgeous man before. Aka hadn’t noticed me yet and I was perfectly fine with his oblivious nature. It gave me that rare chance to survey him without interruption or without Aka’s constant fake personality being forced onto me. He really was such a bumbling idiot –so unlike the image he had worked so hard to maintain. I have always known that Aka had wanted to be someone known; someone famous and greatly loved. I just wished he’d find my love to be enough.

He turned and wiped at his forehead, a frown spreading across his girlish features. He seemed to be frustrated about something –perhaps a lost dish or insufficient ingredients. “Miku,” loudly, he chimed my name, “it’s hot.”

“The ovens on.” Behind my intertwined fingers I smiled; always the forgetful. Aka appeared surprised by the closeness of my voice and sought me out with those large black eyes. Suddenly, he was grinning –his perfectly aligned teeth glistening in the kitchen’s light. My smile faltered into a frown.

He put his mask back on.

I could see his insecurities perfectly through those eyes of his. Ironically, they frowned with disapproval and I knew that he was only angry because I managed a glimpse at the real him. That smile of his was so forged –the edges stretched with strain and occasionally shook with tension. Why did he have to lie to me?

For a moment I ignored him and pretended to read the newspaper that set below my elbows. Aka was such a gentle person when not trying to make the world believe him to be something else. He went as far as to allow them to touch him and use him –to dispose of him when they felt they had enough. None of them held him when he finally broke down; none of them would stand to care. Still, I couldn’t really love him the way he needed to be loved –but I could try.

Discreetly, I looked back up at my dear and found that I was starting to smile again. Something about him was so addicting and gratifying –so irresistible through all his pitiful ploys. “Aka,” I was speaking before I recognized my own thoughts, “come here.”

He set down his cooking tools and looked at me with those eyes again. For a fraction of a second they seemed content and my heart swelled. Little things like that made me stay with him –made it so I could never give up on us. “What do you want?”

“Just come here.”

Chewing on his bottom lip he considered me beneath bleach blonde locks. I could see the apprehension in his gaze and the way he took that first step before giving in and crossed the distance to the breakfast nook; his palms resting tirelessly against his hips. “What?” I reached out with my manicured hands and grasped his slender fingers between my own. His hands were always so cold. “Miku…what do you want?”

Closing my eyes I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his knuckles, satisfied that he didn’t pull away like he usually did. I wouldn’t let him either way –not this time. He became restless and started to shift; his insecurities flooding his mind. I nearly felt as if I could read his thoughts. I’m so ugly compared to him. His hands are so gentle but mine are calloused –what if he notices? Does he hate me? Is this a lie? Miku…

I pulled him against me, my long legs trapping him against my chest. He hummed to himself –a nervous habit that kept his mind off of his surroundings. I wanted him to just take off the mask and throw it away. At least when he was around me; at least when we were so close. “Aka,” I breathed in the smell of his hair; the scent of vanilla tinged with cigarette smoke. Momentarily, I was taken aback. I hadn’t realized that Aka began smoking again –were things really getting that bad?

“Are you okay, Miku?” Aka’s black eyes were staring holes into my hazel orbs and I could only close them and rest my cheek against the top of his head in hopes he’d forget about the question. “Don’t ignore me.”

I wasn’t ignoring him.

“Miku..?”

I wasn’t.

“I’m okay, you know.” Aka’s fingers curled into my shirt, answering my unvoiced question. “I’m always okay when I come home.”

Home.

“Miku…say something.”

Sighing, I tightened my hold on him. “I’m fine.”