A/N: well the story hasn't been up for too long but some people, and my dear Kitten-chan included, have been talking about/requesting/wanting to know about the last part of the story. From Ikki's POV. And I dunno, I figure, what the hell?

You don't have to read this. It isn't a continuation of a plot nor is it vital to the story or anything like that. If you don't want to, you don't have to read this. It's just for those people who were wondering about Ikki's side.

Though as per usual, I can't say much for it's quality. But, same old shit, right?

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warning: Same as always XD. Pft, I'm tired.

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Air Gear

a fiction by Crimson Vixen

All About Him pt2

Ikki's POV

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Kill him. You’re going to kill him. Wrap your hands around that skinny little neck of his and squeeze until the idiot’s pipes pinch shut. Until his face goes blue and his eyes roll back.

You’ve checked your phone. Read the same fucking message too many times to count and the impact is always the same. Your stomach will always drop to your knees when you read it. Your rage will always snake its way around your head and turn your vision red with its clutch. And you won't delete the stupid thing because he sent it.

When he comes around the corner, round face all calm and shit, waltzing down the hall with that stupid blonde head of his held low like he doesn’t know what he did, it pisses you off.

Your fingers are strangling his thin arms (and you make a silent reminder to make the jerk eat more) before you remember even walking up to him, and he’s far too light and far too easy to slam against the nearest wall. You get in real close, don’t give him a chance to squirm away. He’s yours now.

His arms tense under you and he angrily tells you that you’re causing a scene. You’re embarrassing him and people are looking at them so back the fuck off. There's a chance you're hurting him.

“Fuck if I care,” you spit crossly. You tell him not to send such a worrisome message next time and then maybe, just maybe, you won’t have to resort to things like this. And just who does he think he is doing something like that, saying shit like that, sending it to you like it was all some big joke. You call him a blonde, you call him idiotic, you hate what this boy does to you.

Keep your grip firm. He’s wriggling pretty hard now, face crimson with the knowledge he’s being watched, but you never let up on him. To prove this point you pull him away from the wall to smack him up against it again. You think you may have bumped his head against the wall from the way his eyes go out of focus for a mere second, but he doesn’t comment on it, so neither do you.

You feel his thin fingers grip at your wrists to remove your hands. For being so frail looking, he’s surprisingly strong, but your rage makes you stronger and you hold him down. More people are crowding, Kazu is turning redder by the second, and he’s looking so fucking adorable it drives you insane. Your hands slip quickly up to his and squeeze too tight for him to react in time, and you keep him pinned with your fingers crossed with his, got him pinned like a helpless piece of meat, and because he’s so angry and he’s so stupid (because of the text message you can’t get out of your head ), it’s like a damn magnet when you mutter how pissed you are as you get pulled in and you kiss him.

It feels sensational and weird and right, and Kazu is quick to thrash against you because he doesn’t know what the hell you’re doing and neither do you. Your brows are drawn low, angry, so so angry, and when you let him breathe he attempts to crush your hands with his by clenching. But there is nothing his blonde little head can do, and nothing the crowd watching you can say, because they don’t understand, just like the both of you don’t understand just yet, but you will. Just give him time; Kazu will come to terms like he always does, which eases your mind a little as he stares daggers at you, but there is no way for him to know that you can’t help these things, really. Not when he’s all you can think about.