[Drabble] It's Complicated
Title: It's Complicated
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Mizuki/Aoba, implied Koujaku/Aoba
Word Count: 300
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: Mizuki wasn't expected Aoba.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: I was very much in the mood to write today. This wasn't how I wanted it to turn out, but ehhhh, it's a whatever.
Prompt: drabble123 : #11 - Complicated ( Table Random 1)
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A violent knock on his apartment door had Mizuki drying his hands on his jeans as he crossed to the front door. When he opened it, he wasn’t expecting Aoba, nor was he expecting the quick grip Aoba placed on his shirt, tugging him down forcefully to his lips in a heated kiss.
Shocked was the better expression to describe the situation.
“Aoba?” Mizuki pushed him back, gently, putting some distancing between them as he dropped Aoba’s grip from him.
Aoba breathed sharply through his nose and hurriedly walked past him, “Nothing.”
“No, this isn’t nothing,” Mizuki stared at him incredulously, shutting the door as he followed Aoba into the living room, “What’s going on with you and Koujaku?”
Flopping onto the sofa, Aoba sighed, “Things are complicated.”
“Aoba…” Mizuki pressed, when the blue haired male kept quiet.
In a rush, Aoba was on his feet and gripping Mizuki’s shirt, tugging him toward him, yet Mizuki didn’t relent, “Just kiss me… I need to know I’m making the right decision.”
A look of disappointment crossed his face, as he brushed Aoba’s hands away, eyes narrowed, “You’re not.” With a heavy sigh he motioned for the door, “Aoba… go home.”
“But…”
Mizuki shook his head, “I’ve loved you a long time, but this is not how I want you to come to me,” he pointed at the door again, “Go back to Koujaku.”
Aoba whimpered and headed for the door, “Mizuki?”
“I don’t know what kind of things you two are going through right now, but you need to work it out with him, and not make it more complicated than it already is,” he steeled his veneer, crossing his arms, “Now go.”
And simply with that, Aoba left, leaving him alone and far more empty than he wanted to be.
Cross Posted to: drabble123
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Mizuki/Aoba, implied Koujaku/Aoba
Word Count: 300
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: Mizuki wasn't expected Aoba.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: I was very much in the mood to write today. This wasn't how I wanted it to turn out, but ehhhh, it's a whatever.
Prompt: drabble123 : #11 - Complicated ( Table Random 1)
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A violent knock on his apartment door had Mizuki drying his hands on his jeans as he crossed to the front door. When he opened it, he wasn’t expecting Aoba, nor was he expecting the quick grip Aoba placed on his shirt, tugging him down forcefully to his lips in a heated kiss.
Shocked was the better expression to describe the situation.
“Aoba?” Mizuki pushed him back, gently, putting some distancing between them as he dropped Aoba’s grip from him.
Aoba breathed sharply through his nose and hurriedly walked past him, “Nothing.”
“No, this isn’t nothing,” Mizuki stared at him incredulously, shutting the door as he followed Aoba into the living room, “What’s going on with you and Koujaku?”
Flopping onto the sofa, Aoba sighed, “Things are complicated.”
“Aoba…” Mizuki pressed, when the blue haired male kept quiet.
In a rush, Aoba was on his feet and gripping Mizuki’s shirt, tugging him toward him, yet Mizuki didn’t relent, “Just kiss me… I need to know I’m making the right decision.”
A look of disappointment crossed his face, as he brushed Aoba’s hands away, eyes narrowed, “You’re not.” With a heavy sigh he motioned for the door, “Aoba… go home.”
“But…”
Mizuki shook his head, “I’ve loved you a long time, but this is not how I want you to come to me,” he pointed at the door again, “Go back to Koujaku.”
Aoba whimpered and headed for the door, “Mizuki?”
“I don’t know what kind of things you two are going through right now, but you need to work it out with him, and not make it more complicated than it already is,” he steeled his veneer, crossing his arms, “Now go.”
And simply with that, Aoba left, leaving him alone and far more empty than he wanted to be.
Cross Posted to: drabble123