Get Backers: Akabane/Ginji "It's... Romantic?"
Title: It's... Romantic?
Fandom: Get Backers
Characters: Akabane/Ginji
Table: 3
Prompt: Graveyard
Word Count: 1,048
Rating: PG
Warning: No spoilers. Features a male/male relationship.
Summary: Ginji always makes the bad choices when it comes to Akabane. And he also has a bad habit of not listening, either. So when Akabane calls him out to a graveyard at midnight, what makes Ginji think it's a smart idea to go?!
Author's Notes: I wanted to do more with this prompt, but at the same time, I thought it would become too long if I went my initial route. Plus, I'm not too offended by the way I chose to do this, and I hope no one else is? D:
It's... Romantic?
by Spooky
Ginji didn't always make the wisest choices. He wasn't exactly the brightest boy. But he made do with that he had (or didn't have, rather). If the situation was looking bad, Ginji knew he could count on his Ban-chan to help him out a bit. Things were never too tough, even when they were tough as nails.
However. There was one person that Ginji never made clear-headed decisions about, and not even Ban-chan could help Ginji when he was rattled that badly.
Kuro'udo Akabane had Ginji wrapped around his nimble finger whether anyone liked it or not.
The truth of the matter was, it was very easy for Akabane to manipulate a situation, and it was even easier when his prey was the innocent Ginji-kun. Without even trying, Akabane was able to ensnare Ginji in any sort of trap, and Ginji wouldn't even know until it was too late.
It was both charming and a little boring at times, really.
---
Once again, Ginji found himself unable to do anything but stutter as Akabane towered over him, a rose presented between his slim fingers.
Despite the fact that Ginji was not paying any attention to the words that spilled from Akabane's lips, he still began to nod when the rose was firmly pressed into his palm. What he was agreeing to, he didn't have the faintest clue. But he was aware of the fact that the rose Akabane had gifted him with was not yet cleaned of its' thorns. A thin river of blood pooled in Ginji's palm and he swallowed hard in his throat.
"A-a..." He swallowed again. "Akabane-san." He breathed, and the raven-haired man turned a fond eye upon him once more. Ginji's cheeks tinted and he averted his gaze, clearing his throat. "C-could you repeat that?"
Akabane didn't seem offended that Ginji wasn't listening. In fact, he was more amused than anything else. He clasped Ginji's free hand in his and leaned in close enough that their noses touched.
"I'll see you at the graveyard at midnight," He tilted Ginji's chin slightly upwards. The dark slits of his eyes flashed as he breathed fondly, "Ginji-kun."
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Perhaps it was the fear of Akabane that led Ginji to stand before the large iron gates of the graveyard. It didn't seem wise to stand a man like Akabane up, especially with the short fuse the man seemed to own, despite his collected exterior.
Ginji would rather suffer whatever torture Akabane had planned upfront rather than piss the man off and suffer something even more gruesome later. Akabane wasn't known for being merciful. In fact, the most merciful Akabane could ever be is if he decided to kill you immediately, rather than taking the time to carve his initials into every inch of unmarred flesh.
No, Ginji knew that it was in his best interest to hear what Akabane had to say.
That didn't make him any less frightened, of course, but as he made his way across the damp grass of the graveyard, he knew that at the very least, he'd come out of this alive and relatively unharmed.
Many minutes ticked by, and Ginji realized that he had no clue where Akabane wanted to meet him exactly. There was only the light of the moon to guide him, and it did very little to lessen the inky black shadows that almost seemed to be watching him. A shiver jolted his spine and he hugged his arms tight around his torso, his heart pounding in his throat at a terrible pace.
Sheer terror gripped Ginji's heart when he felt a warm puff against his right ear. Logic escaped him as he flailed his arms and screamed, that raspy pitch that only Ginji could accomplish without ripping out his lungs. The screaming became a muffled sob as a familar white-gloved hand slipped over his mouth. The sobbing died almost immediately and the hand disappeared behind him.
"A-Akabane-san!" Ginji breathed, turning around and clutching at his chest. Never was there a scarier monster than Akabane, and yet at that moment, this man was the most welcome sight Ginji could have asked for, second to Ban-chan.
Because other monsters were surely scared of the Big Bad Akabane.
"I am glad you could make it, Ginji-kun." The sides of Akabane's lips were twitching ever-so-slightly, and he was actually thankful that Ginji couldn't see it too well. The boy was sensitive sometimes, and didn't enjoy being made fun of. "I had almost begun to assume you wouldn't show up tonight."
"Ah..." Ginji stared at the ground and kicked his sneakers into the dirt. Akabane struggled with his smile. The boy was delectable without even trying. "Well, I figured... since I guess I told you I would come," He scratched the back of his head and laughed sheepishly. "Well, here I am!"
Akabane made a deep sound at the back of his throat. It only caused Ginji to fidget even more.
"Indeed you are. And how grateful I am that you're a man of your word, Ginji-kun."
They were silent for many moments, and while Akabane was content with merely watching the blonde-haired lightning god, Ginji did not seem as comfortable. And when he opened his mouth to speak, Akabane found his gaze drawn immediately to his lips, those that were so eager to pout and tremble with even the slightest shift in Ginji's mood.
"Um... I don't know if... well, Akabane-san," He looked up, his eyes wide and apologetic. "I don't think I should stay out too long 'cause Ban-chan and--"
The tiny surgeon's scalpel that pricked the skin between Ginji's eyes had appeared just as suddenly as the scowl on Akabane's face. A trickle of blood dripped along the bridge of Ginji's nose and the boy shivered, his bottom lip starting to tremble in fear.
When Akabane spoke, it was with a deep, dark, almost hurt voice. "Ginji-kun, I will ask that you do not mention Mido when you're out on a date with me."
Ginji was halfway through his apology before his words fell flat and his face turned a brilliant shade of red.
"D-date!?"
It had never occurred to Ginji that a man like Akabane would think a graveyard was the most romantic setting for their first date.
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Disclaimer: Don't own Akabane, Ginji, or any of the Get Backers' boys.
Fandom: Get Backers
Characters: Akabane/Ginji
Table: 3
Prompt: Graveyard
Word Count: 1,048
Rating: PG
Warning: No spoilers. Features a male/male relationship.
Summary: Ginji always makes the bad choices when it comes to Akabane. And he also has a bad habit of not listening, either. So when Akabane calls him out to a graveyard at midnight, what makes Ginji think it's a smart idea to go?!
Author's Notes: I wanted to do more with this prompt, but at the same time, I thought it would become too long if I went my initial route. Plus, I'm not too offended by the way I chose to do this, and I hope no one else is? D:
It's... Romantic?
by Spooky
Ginji didn't always make the wisest choices. He wasn't exactly the brightest boy. But he made do with that he had (or didn't have, rather). If the situation was looking bad, Ginji knew he could count on his Ban-chan to help him out a bit. Things were never too tough, even when they were tough as nails.
However. There was one person that Ginji never made clear-headed decisions about, and not even Ban-chan could help Ginji when he was rattled that badly.
Kuro'udo Akabane had Ginji wrapped around his nimble finger whether anyone liked it or not.
The truth of the matter was, it was very easy for Akabane to manipulate a situation, and it was even easier when his prey was the innocent Ginji-kun. Without even trying, Akabane was able to ensnare Ginji in any sort of trap, and Ginji wouldn't even know until it was too late.
It was both charming and a little boring at times, really.
---
Once again, Ginji found himself unable to do anything but stutter as Akabane towered over him, a rose presented between his slim fingers.
Despite the fact that Ginji was not paying any attention to the words that spilled from Akabane's lips, he still began to nod when the rose was firmly pressed into his palm. What he was agreeing to, he didn't have the faintest clue. But he was aware of the fact that the rose Akabane had gifted him with was not yet cleaned of its' thorns. A thin river of blood pooled in Ginji's palm and he swallowed hard in his throat.
"A-a..." He swallowed again. "Akabane-san." He breathed, and the raven-haired man turned a fond eye upon him once more. Ginji's cheeks tinted and he averted his gaze, clearing his throat. "C-could you repeat that?"
Akabane didn't seem offended that Ginji wasn't listening. In fact, he was more amused than anything else. He clasped Ginji's free hand in his and leaned in close enough that their noses touched.
"I'll see you at the graveyard at midnight," He tilted Ginji's chin slightly upwards. The dark slits of his eyes flashed as he breathed fondly, "Ginji-kun."
---
Perhaps it was the fear of Akabane that led Ginji to stand before the large iron gates of the graveyard. It didn't seem wise to stand a man like Akabane up, especially with the short fuse the man seemed to own, despite his collected exterior.
Ginji would rather suffer whatever torture Akabane had planned upfront rather than piss the man off and suffer something even more gruesome later. Akabane wasn't known for being merciful. In fact, the most merciful Akabane could ever be is if he decided to kill you immediately, rather than taking the time to carve his initials into every inch of unmarred flesh.
No, Ginji knew that it was in his best interest to hear what Akabane had to say.
That didn't make him any less frightened, of course, but as he made his way across the damp grass of the graveyard, he knew that at the very least, he'd come out of this alive and relatively unharmed.
Many minutes ticked by, and Ginji realized that he had no clue where Akabane wanted to meet him exactly. There was only the light of the moon to guide him, and it did very little to lessen the inky black shadows that almost seemed to be watching him. A shiver jolted his spine and he hugged his arms tight around his torso, his heart pounding in his throat at a terrible pace.
Sheer terror gripped Ginji's heart when he felt a warm puff against his right ear. Logic escaped him as he flailed his arms and screamed, that raspy pitch that only Ginji could accomplish without ripping out his lungs. The screaming became a muffled sob as a familar white-gloved hand slipped over his mouth. The sobbing died almost immediately and the hand disappeared behind him.
"A-Akabane-san!" Ginji breathed, turning around and clutching at his chest. Never was there a scarier monster than Akabane, and yet at that moment, this man was the most welcome sight Ginji could have asked for, second to Ban-chan.
Because other monsters were surely scared of the Big Bad Akabane.
"I am glad you could make it, Ginji-kun." The sides of Akabane's lips were twitching ever-so-slightly, and he was actually thankful that Ginji couldn't see it too well. The boy was sensitive sometimes, and didn't enjoy being made fun of. "I had almost begun to assume you wouldn't show up tonight."
"Ah..." Ginji stared at the ground and kicked his sneakers into the dirt. Akabane struggled with his smile. The boy was delectable without even trying. "Well, I figured... since I guess I told you I would come," He scratched the back of his head and laughed sheepishly. "Well, here I am!"
Akabane made a deep sound at the back of his throat. It only caused Ginji to fidget even more.
"Indeed you are. And how grateful I am that you're a man of your word, Ginji-kun."
They were silent for many moments, and while Akabane was content with merely watching the blonde-haired lightning god, Ginji did not seem as comfortable. And when he opened his mouth to speak, Akabane found his gaze drawn immediately to his lips, those that were so eager to pout and tremble with even the slightest shift in Ginji's mood.
"Um... I don't know if... well, Akabane-san," He looked up, his eyes wide and apologetic. "I don't think I should stay out too long 'cause Ban-chan and--"
The tiny surgeon's scalpel that pricked the skin between Ginji's eyes had appeared just as suddenly as the scowl on Akabane's face. A trickle of blood dripped along the bridge of Ginji's nose and the boy shivered, his bottom lip starting to tremble in fear.
When Akabane spoke, it was with a deep, dark, almost hurt voice. "Ginji-kun, I will ask that you do not mention Mido when you're out on a date with me."
Ginji was halfway through his apology before his words fell flat and his face turned a brilliant shade of red.
"D-date!?"
It had never occurred to Ginji that a man like Akabane would think a graveyard was the most romantic setting for their first date.
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Disclaimer: Don't own Akabane, Ginji, or any of the Get Backers' boys.