[FIC] Colorful
I wonder why I do this to myself... I really need to lay off writing fanfiction for a while, or at least until I finish this semester or I'm going to regret it when my grades come in. -_-;;; Damn Akame addiction...XP
Title: Colorful
Pairing: Akame.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Every person’s love changes colors many times...
Notes: Anyone recognize the words from the summary? ^-^;;; LOL. That’s where this idea came up, listening to Jin sing his sweet voice out to Care. It’s pretty general, but I really wanted to try and write in this format so here goes nothing...
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Pink.
A warm, tingling sensation shot through his body as he pulled a pouting Kazuya into his arms. He playfully ruffled his soft chocolate-colored hair, earning bouts of protests from the younger boy. It was times like this when his love was pink - cute and fluffy-feeling... like a stuffed turtle plushy although those weren’t exactly fluffy but rather cuddly.
Red.
Flashes of anger drove him to impulsively grab Kazuya by the collar of his shirt, just short of punching him. Kazuya glared back at him, the anger evident through his peeved expression and clenched teeth. He was obviously not backing down. Rarely did their fights ever get physical, but sometimes their love was tainted red with fury, rage, and sharp insults. And Jin felt that they needed it. Their love for each other was so strong that their emotions clouded their view of each other.
Yellow.
Before they were lovers, they were friends, and their friendship still lived in their love. Sometimes they were more of friends than lovers, today was one of those days. Kazuya shot him a confidant smirk as he shifted to throw the baseball... as hard as his arms would allow him. “Bastard,” Jin muttered as he went to fetch the ball that he wasn’t even close to catching. He completely ignored the victorious smile that played itself over the other’s lip. He would not give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his loss... even if he had. As he leaned down to get the ball, the bright, yellow sun shone down, piercing his eyes and he instinctively held his arm in front of his face to shield it away. It tainted the world around them in the color yellow - yellow like the color of friendship... their friendship, and their love.
Blue.
Jin leaned back with his hands under his head peacefully, yawning. He immediately gave into the smile that tugged at his lips as he gazed up at the beautiful blue sky and the puffy white cloud that almost looked painted, rather than real. He peered down at his chest and unconsciously breathed into a smile at the serene look on Kazuya’s face as he snuggled against him, using him as a convenient pillow. Jin wrapped his arms around the younger boy’s waist. Content with his current position, he let the peaceful blue-hued love lull him to sleep.
White.
White passion shot through his body as he grasped the white linen sheets in ecstasy. His other hand tangled itself in Kazuya’s silken hair, pulling him and his wandering mouth closer to himself, moaning in pleasure. “Kazuya,” he breathed in a gasp as he pulled Kazuya up to his face, crushing his lips hungrily on the others’, devouring the taste of his mouth. Everything didn’t revolve around sex. No, they had more important things between them than a few moments of gratification... But they cherished every moment of their love-making and their lust for one another nonetheless. Hot white flashed coursed through their body, and ragged breaths, moans of delight, and passionate repeating of each other’s names were all that they could hear. White love, white hot passion, everything shone in a white, surreal light.
Purple.
Purple shone on the brim the horizon, outlining the sunset. Jin fixated his eyes on the soft purple color melting in the pink and light orange. “I always wanted to watch the sun set with you,” Jin whispered, glancing at Kame before setting his gaze back at the waning sun. “So did I...” A brief moment of silence lingered before Kazuya spoke up again, “It reminds me of your song... Murasaki...” He gazed into his eyes almost pleadingly, “Could you... sing it for me?” Jin didn’t need to be asked twice. He started singing softly to his love, the one that he wrote the song for, as they fixed their gazes back onto the beautiful sunset. There was a time when their... no, his love was purple with unrequited love. It pained him, but even now he missed the feeling of having to pine after his one true love. Maybe he was a masochist.
Green.
Jin would sometimes feel a green kind of love. Green with envy every time Kazuya... his Kazuya threw winks at the crowd of unknown people, or swayed his hips to the attention of somebody else. He hated seeing Kazuya with anybody other than himself. He knew he was possessive. Kazuya knew he was possessive. And he purposely flirted with others to stir up this emotion in him. Jin slammed their dressing room door shut in anger at Kazuya for taking sadistic pleasure in seeing him jealous. He smirked mischievously at the younger boy who currently had his arms wrapped around Maru. He’d make sure to remind Kazuya who he belonged to later in the night.
Black.
The only time that Jin felt his love might be classified as black was if he ever lost Kazuya... which of course would never happen. He knew himself. He knew that if Kazuya was not by his side, his very existence would be clouded pitch black. He would not be able to breathe, and the dark would consume him. His love will be stained black and taint his very life, but never will it disappear, no matter how much it would sting every night that Kazuya was not laying by his side. No... He was too far in, too addicted to Kazuya to let him go now.
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Rubbing his eyes, Jin propped himself up and snuck a peak at his lover, sleeping besides him with a relaxed smile on his face. Their relationship was forever colorful - full of vivid colors and life. The world was colorful because of Kazuya, he was his colors.
Title: Colorful
Pairing: Akame.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Every person’s love changes colors many times...
Notes: Anyone recognize the words from the summary? ^-^;;; LOL. That’s where this idea came up, listening to Jin sing his sweet voice out to Care. It’s pretty general, but I really wanted to try and write in this format so here goes nothing...
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Pink.
A warm, tingling sensation shot through his body as he pulled a pouting Kazuya into his arms. He playfully ruffled his soft chocolate-colored hair, earning bouts of protests from the younger boy. It was times like this when his love was pink - cute and fluffy-feeling... like a stuffed turtle plushy although those weren’t exactly fluffy but rather cuddly.
Red.
Flashes of anger drove him to impulsively grab Kazuya by the collar of his shirt, just short of punching him. Kazuya glared back at him, the anger evident through his peeved expression and clenched teeth. He was obviously not backing down. Rarely did their fights ever get physical, but sometimes their love was tainted red with fury, rage, and sharp insults. And Jin felt that they needed it. Their love for each other was so strong that their emotions clouded their view of each other.
Yellow.
Before they were lovers, they were friends, and their friendship still lived in their love. Sometimes they were more of friends than lovers, today was one of those days. Kazuya shot him a confidant smirk as he shifted to throw the baseball... as hard as his arms would allow him. “Bastard,” Jin muttered as he went to fetch the ball that he wasn’t even close to catching. He completely ignored the victorious smile that played itself over the other’s lip. He would not give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his loss... even if he had. As he leaned down to get the ball, the bright, yellow sun shone down, piercing his eyes and he instinctively held his arm in front of his face to shield it away. It tainted the world around them in the color yellow - yellow like the color of friendship... their friendship, and their love.
Blue.
Jin leaned back with his hands under his head peacefully, yawning. He immediately gave into the smile that tugged at his lips as he gazed up at the beautiful blue sky and the puffy white cloud that almost looked painted, rather than real. He peered down at his chest and unconsciously breathed into a smile at the serene look on Kazuya’s face as he snuggled against him, using him as a convenient pillow. Jin wrapped his arms around the younger boy’s waist. Content with his current position, he let the peaceful blue-hued love lull him to sleep.
White.
White passion shot through his body as he grasped the white linen sheets in ecstasy. His other hand tangled itself in Kazuya’s silken hair, pulling him and his wandering mouth closer to himself, moaning in pleasure. “Kazuya,” he breathed in a gasp as he pulled Kazuya up to his face, crushing his lips hungrily on the others’, devouring the taste of his mouth. Everything didn’t revolve around sex. No, they had more important things between them than a few moments of gratification... But they cherished every moment of their love-making and their lust for one another nonetheless. Hot white flashed coursed through their body, and ragged breaths, moans of delight, and passionate repeating of each other’s names were all that they could hear. White love, white hot passion, everything shone in a white, surreal light.
Purple.
Purple shone on the brim the horizon, outlining the sunset. Jin fixated his eyes on the soft purple color melting in the pink and light orange. “I always wanted to watch the sun set with you,” Jin whispered, glancing at Kame before setting his gaze back at the waning sun. “So did I...” A brief moment of silence lingered before Kazuya spoke up again, “It reminds me of your song... Murasaki...” He gazed into his eyes almost pleadingly, “Could you... sing it for me?” Jin didn’t need to be asked twice. He started singing softly to his love, the one that he wrote the song for, as they fixed their gazes back onto the beautiful sunset. There was a time when their... no, his love was purple with unrequited love. It pained him, but even now he missed the feeling of having to pine after his one true love. Maybe he was a masochist.
Green.
Jin would sometimes feel a green kind of love. Green with envy every time Kazuya... his Kazuya threw winks at the crowd of unknown people, or swayed his hips to the attention of somebody else. He hated seeing Kazuya with anybody other than himself. He knew he was possessive. Kazuya knew he was possessive. And he purposely flirted with others to stir up this emotion in him. Jin slammed their dressing room door shut in anger at Kazuya for taking sadistic pleasure in seeing him jealous. He smirked mischievously at the younger boy who currently had his arms wrapped around Maru. He’d make sure to remind Kazuya who he belonged to later in the night.
Black.
The only time that Jin felt his love might be classified as black was if he ever lost Kazuya... which of course would never happen. He knew himself. He knew that if Kazuya was not by his side, his very existence would be clouded pitch black. He would not be able to breathe, and the dark would consume him. His love will be stained black and taint his very life, but never will it disappear, no matter how much it would sting every night that Kazuya was not laying by his side. No... He was too far in, too addicted to Kazuya to let him go now.
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Rubbing his eyes, Jin propped himself up and snuck a peak at his lover, sleeping besides him with a relaxed smile on his face. Their relationship was forever colorful - full of vivid colors and life. The world was colorful because of Kazuya, he was his colors.