Kurosaki Kensuke doesn't remember when he died but he did know it wasn't too long ago. When he thought the only good thing about dying is leaving the godforsaken school, Heavenly Host Elementary, he accepted death during his last few moments of life he had left before it was robbed by his childhood best friend. But that wasn't the case. He's damned here. Most likely for all eternity, reliving the gut curdling, agonizing pain of death over again, every second. Contrary to popular belief, it's not just the pain that caused your death that sticks with you, emotional as well.
Kurosaki's heart weighed with betrayal.
Even when his childhood friend cruelly caused his death, Kurosaki couldn't hate him. Be angry with him, yes but not hate. Heh. He must be an idiot to still consider that guy his friend even in death. Maybe it's because they've been together since they were kids. Thinking back, he feels stupid for not seeing the small things that seemed off with Kizami.
Eh. Too late now.
Kurosaki lurks to the outside wing that connects the building together. He stares out at the thick forest and remembered he considered roughing it in the wilderness while he was alive.
"Hm…" His mind wanders to trivial things. It's always raining so why doesn't the land flood? And why doesn't the wooden roof leak? Geez, Heavenly Host is almost unrealistic. He mused, chuckling. The boy has always had a light heart even though he's dead.
"Looks like someone is in a good mood."
Kurosaki froze. He could never forget that muscular voice. The bastard died too, eh?
The other spirit hovers closer to his shorter friend. "Kurosaki?"
"Shut up, I'm mad at you," The other spirit growled. Kizami hummed, ignoring his fuming friend and cups his cheek, caressing the spirit's face with his thumb. "Sorry to put a damper your mood, seeing as we have to suffer for all eternity - a little joy would be amazing."
Kurosaki swats Kizami's hand away; his face is reddening in anger.
"Don't touch me either! And you should be sorry, dumbass!" He snapped and glares furiously at his murderer.
"Do you hate me now?" The spirit calmly questioned.
"Shut up," The other murmured, turning his gaze to the endless forest again and listen to the pouring raindrops.
Kizami stuffed his hands into his ghostly pant pockets. "I'm asking because everyone else does. They don't matter to me at all though."
Did that mean he mattered? "…We've been together for so long. How could I?"
A hand move behind Kurosaki's head, fingers grasping boy's short hair and turns his head gently to make his lips met Kizami's own.
Stunned, Kurosaki stood in the same spot stupidly. He gaps at Kizami when the taller man released his mouth.
It took a few seconds to register that Kizami stopped kissing him. "…WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" Kurosaki's face exploded into a huge blush. Bastard Kizami just smirked. "It's okay, right? Because you don't hate me."
"NO. NO IT IS NOT OKAY!" He shrieked like a banshee.
"DON'T JUST HUM. IT IS NEVER OKAY TO KISS ME!"
"Heh. Is that a challenge?" Kizami closed in on the shorter boy, wrapping an arm around his waist before he could get away. Kurosaki squirms, blushing so harshly that even his ears glowed. "NO IT'S NOT! Don't get any ideas idiot! I'm mad at you! Mad at you forever!"
"…GET YOUR HAND OUT OF MY SHIRT! You're dead! HOW DO YOU STILL HAVE A LIBIDO?!"
"Perhaps I was horny when I died."
"FREAK! Ah-! NO! D-DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!"
The heavy raindrops muffled out the sounds of ghostly shrills.
I'm still in a KizamixKurosaki mood even after I wrote the lemon fic of them
so here's a drabble. I may turn this into a drabble series if enough people are interested.