Author: Anneka Neko PM
COMPLETE! This started out as a series of oneshots about Akabane and Ginji, but it's become a very angstfilled romance. Rated T for a bit of cussing and a failed suicide attempt. AkabanexGinjiRated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - Akabane & Ginji - Chapters: 8 - Words: 6,048 - Reviews: 31 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 02-07-07 - Published: 01-18-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3348240
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Ok! This story is just going to be a collection of AkabanexGinji angst. I have a lot of angsty oneshots with Akabane simply thinking about Ginji, or vice-versa, and a few are just too short to really be single posts. So, I've decided to put them all together here! These will probably all be musings, thoughts and emotions, rather than actual events.
DISCLAIMER: I DUN OWN ANYTHING!
He didn't know when he'd realized it.
Maybe when he'd saved the boy's life for the first time. When he'd first done something for him that completely defied logic and pleasure.
Either way, he was sure of it now. He loved him.
Once, he had been certain that he was immune to such weakness. There was only pleasure, pain and cold, hard wrath. No kindness, no sadness, no fear- and no love. He'd suppressed any feeling for so long, he'd been sure his defenses were perfect.
And yet… something about the boy fascinated him. Ever since that first moment, when he'd first laid eyes on the boy, he'd known- there was something different here. This boy's power and strength were nearly unbeatable, and his cheerful smile seemed to endure through everything.
That smile haunted him, all the more for his efforts to suppress the memory of it. He was weak, and he cursed his own weakness.
He still wanted to know where he'd gone wrong. He had spent so many years carefully pushing away any weakness. Emotion led to mistakes. He was a true perfectionist, so he denied himself all emotions but pleasure at his job, pain (sweet, sweet pain) and anger- for anger lent him speed and skill where careful training could not.
His armor had been complete, wrapping around his heart, if, indeed, he still had a heart. So why then, with such perfect defenses, had his heart been pierced by a mere boy?
Kurodou Akabane shook his head to clear his thoughts. Well, worrying wouldn't fix a thing- but his blades would.
The only thing he couldn't decide was- who would he turn his blades on? The one who caused the weakness? Or the one who was weak?
Hope no one got mad about that ending. I was kind of surprised when I decided to write that, but I think it was the only way to end this. And no, I honestly don't know who would end up dying.
Please review! No flames!