Okay, AkitoxIkki, a pairing I have just fallen in love with.
It was such a simple word, maybe four letters and even less in other languages. And Akito knew, oh yes, because he knew just about every single way to say love in many languages. Ironic, in such a way that it was almost revolting, that he couldn't perform the course of actions, even if he could say it. But love might be a simple word, but it wasn't a simple action. In fact, as far as the couples he knew go, it was one of the hardest things to achieve. It was at this point Agito gave an incredulous snort.
Although Akito wouldn't reprimand him, because Agito didn't know any better.
"Hey, pass it over here!"
He swung his legs back and forth, occasionally hitting the cold metal of the rail when he wasn't paying attention enough. The building must have been maybe twenty floors up, and the sky seemed so close. The perfect place to play Frisbee, and even better with Air Treks. Of course, he was a total dunce when it came to those skates, and Agito didn't find it interesting to go around and teach Akito how to use them anyways.
His golden eyes like sun-kissed orbs were set on the ground, ever so slowly peeling upwards to look over at the game.
He caught a glimpse of violet hair, somewhere high up in the sky doing a back flip to catch the tacky yellow Frisbee.
He blushed, quickly bringing his gaze down to his feet again, and his khaki pants, that barely fit him. In fact, it was a miracle he hadn't fallen yet, especially when he was gripping the rail between orange cloth, and his balance rate was somewhere in the negative zone. It was too much to ask to be good at skating, he never thought of trying, because Agito was already so good.
"Eh?" He peered down next to him. "Oh, it's you."
The bird nodded, pivoting on its little clawed feet so it could watch the game too. It was Ikki's bird, the yappy thing; that was always being chased by other larger birds. Probably the main reason why people call Ikki crow. It was as if the bird was talking to him, nudging its head in the direction Ikki was currently flipping in, as if to draw Akito's gaze that way.
He blushed even harder.
"No Crow-kun, I promised myself I wouldn't do anything stupid!" He frowned, cheeks still tinted. "I won't…I... I don't want to fall in love with someone…"
He trailed off, a melancholy look hazing his eyes. "I don't want to fall in love with someone who won't love me back."
The crow made a noise that sounded remotely like an "aw…"
I can't believe you're talking to a crow.
He pouted at that, pink lips pulled into a tight line, his rather pale face framed by delphinium blue hair. He told his alter ego to promptly shut up, and that he could talk to anyone he wanted to. He could hear the other boy quietly snickering, but agreeing to his order, and didn't say anything more about the crow.
Although, it's better than you talking to that obnoxious bratty-
Don't say anything bad about Ikki. He pouted cutely again, swinging his legs.
He gazed off into the distance with annoyed golden eyes. You just don't see it the way I do.
I seriously hope not, you're wallowing like a little lost puppy.
I am not-
He briefly had to cut off his talk with his alter ego-whom he was currently annoyed at but couldn't get away from-because he hit the rusted rail with an audible bang, and sent himself toppling over the edge of the building, eyes widened. The crow screeched loudly, flapping its wings to get airborne. It was times like these, when he knew he might just die, that he wished he was remotely good at Air Treks.
In-between his own rather random before-death thoughts, and Agito practically screaming at him to move the eye-patch, he remotely heard other worried voices calling at him, as the top of the building seemed to faze itself like watercolors. He couldn't seem to move his arms, he couldn't think, hell, he couldn't hear with Agito in his noise…what was he yelling at again?
His mind didn't want to work.
He only came to when he felt a jolt, and the upper part of his back and the back of his knees hit something decently hard, and his eyes bolted open with fear written across hi face. He still saw the edge of the building, but instead of falling, he seemed to be racing upwards. When the hell did gravity work like this-?
"I-Ikki!" He gasped out, tightening his orange clothed arms around the older boy's neck.
Ikki shot him a smirk. "Trying to fly again?"
Akito knew it was rhetorical, but he blushed anyways. "…No…"
"Then what?" The boy-currently skating up the building-teased.
"I fell." He said hotly.
Ikki nearly lost his balance in fits of laughter. "So you were probably daydreaming off somewhere, arguing with Agito in your head, and swinging your legs again?"
Well, and staring at you…Although the only thing Akito could do was opt for a, "So?"
Ikki graciously flipped in a few times in the air as his skates hit the rail, and he pushed himself off into the air. It was so different then from when Agito skated, so much more graceful…and fun. Not so cold and calculating, meant to kill, not to have fun…not like the way Ikki skates, as if he was meant to fly. It made Akito want to learn how to use Air Treks, just for the thrill of hoping to fly the way Ikki does, so carefree.
"Next time," Ikki propped him back on his feet. "Try not to lose your balance."
He nodded, a big smile plastered on his face as Ikki shot forward into the sky, intercepting a pass and flipping in the air as if he grew up in the sky. So awe inspiring, and even though Agito would deny it to the corners of the world, he probably thought so too. Ikki was a great rider, yes, but…there was something so entirely different from the way he saw others ride, so much more beautiful.
He felt himself blushing all over again, pinning himself against the railing for a sense of balance.
Oh. Fuck. Don't. Stare.
It had taken a seething Agito to finally awaken the boy, who shook his head back and forth, grasping the rail of the building's rooftop but still not trusting himself enough not to fall off again. Just staring at Ikki made him lose what little balance he had, hence the reason he seemed to keep falling continuosly, each time usually caught by Ikki, or maybe even Kazu from time to time.
His eyes drooped to the floor, he was utterly useless with air treks.
Maybe they'd be better off if he disappeared, and not Agito.
His split stiffened at that thought, as if his body was as rigid as the cage he was in. Agito didn't know what got Akito so depressed, but hell, he shouldn't be thinking like a suicidal nit wit for whatever reasons. His shouts and protests however, fell on numb ears as the boy in question had a rather dull look in his eyes.
From way up in the sky, Ikki had time to notice.
He cautiously avoided a swipe to his rib, flipping in the air skillfully, landing on the tip of another building and passing the Frisbee to Onigiri some meters away. He quickly glanced down again, to make sure Akito wasn't getting himself into trouble, seriously, trouble tagged along with Akito like a lost puppy, although Agito usually ends up scaring trouble away. However, Akito wasn't poking his head into unneeded places, falling over the building, or tripping over his own hooks.
Ikki blinked. Akito looked so sad.
He nearly stumbled off the building, catching himself with his Air Treks, nimbly diving for that tacky yellow Frisbee that had hit him straight in the forehead. He heard Ringo laughing continuously in the background, it was probably her who threw the damn thing, and probably was her acute intention to aim for his head while he was staring. Damn, she probably knew then. Screw childhood friend, if she doesn't keep that a secret he'll have her head on a stick. Although from the way she pursed her lips and put her index finger to them, it seemed he'd be okay.
"Getting a little dumb there, are ya' Ikki-chan?" Kazu teased from up above him, diving for the Frisbee.
"What's up your ass-
He stopped mid sentence, twisting into the air to avoid Kazu. "Wait never mind, I already know!"
Kazu blushed hotly, nearly losing his balance on the side of the building and glaring daggers at Ikki, who merely laughed it off. The crow had looked like he was flying, sailing in the wind over to the next building as the Frisbee made its way into Onigiri's hands, and then passed onto someone else. He careened to peer of the side of the building, to look at the smaller building that Akito was sitting at with his crow. He had a decent side shot of the boy.
Wait…is Akito crying???
He didn't have time to prove his suspicions, Ringo had caught the Frisbee and was aiming another deadly strike at him, as if punishing him for staring in the middle of a game. He frowned, catching the Frisbee again with his free hand, watching easily as Buucha charged for him. He jumped high into the sky, tossing the Frisbee to someone else, not bothering to get too into the game.
He could here the continues screams of maybe Ringo and Mikan, both equally annoyed. At what, he didn't know, and it wasn't as if he particularly cared either. Ever since that afternoon when everyone had joined in to play catch with the Air Treks, he had felt so terrible. Weak too. If only he could become as good as everyone else, as good as Agito. But maybe that was hoping too much.
The rooftop was quiet, aside from the screams from downstairs, it was just the slight cheep of crickets and the breeze. Wind played with blue hair as blue as the ocean, and the boy curled himself up into a ball, arms resting on his knees. For a sweatshirt, the obnoxiously orange thing didn't help much to keep off the wind.
You know…Agito fidgeted, as if nervous. I could…
…What is it? Truthfully, Akito was concerned at his split's awkward behavior.
I could help you with Air Treks…
He jumped up, already on his feet an nearly losing balance. "Would you REALLY!?!?!"
Even Agito seemed affected by the loud noise. Yes! Yes! Just stop screaming so loud.
Akito blushed cutely. "Sorry, I'm just so happy."
He had a feeling Agito was smiling at him, but there was no way to know for sure.
Then hurry up and get off this roof, will start now.
He nodded eagerly, hopping to the side of the roof and cautiously sliding down the pipe until his feet reached solid ground. He dashed up the stairs purposely avoiding the crowded living room and fished around for his Air Treks. Once found, he had to slip down the corridors again until he was safely outside. Although setting up the cans, and practicing and practicing was particularly annoying, Akito couldn't help but think of how absolutely astonished Ikki would be once he was good at it.
"Just watch me Ikki." He murmured to himself, sliding between cans. "I'm going to get good real soon, and then I'll be able to help you too!"
He had a broad smile on his face, almost reaching his ears.
It's not a one-shot, maybe four chapters or so long. So don't worry, it's not over yet! I'll try to update it soon.