for akira, truth is a nudist [akira/truthman, akira/shuuji; pg]
For Akira, Truth is a Nudist (Akira/Truth Man, Akira/Shuuji mostly; PG; for svz_insanity)
"Hey, Shuuuuuji-kun," Akira drawls, mouth pressed so close to Kiritani Shuuji's ear that he can feel the shorter boy shiver under him. "I love you."
Shuuji shrugs Akira off of his body like he always does, and stares at Akira strangely, like Akira is on fire or sprouting tentacles or something (none of which are really happening, Akira checks to make sure). They are alone on the beach -- it's too cold for sane people to be out, but that's the perfect time for AKIRA to be out, and Shuuji too, now that Akira thinks about it, and now he remembers this is exactly why he asked Shuuji to come here. "I. LOVE. YOU." Akira says again, pointing and making heart shapes with his hands to illustrate his point more clearly.
"Right," Shuuji says quietly. "Thanks. I -- I'll see you tomorrow at school, I guess."
He picks his bike up off of the damp sand and gives a half-hearted wave.
"BYE BYECYCLE!" Akira shouts at Shuuji's backside as he peddles away.
And Akira is alone, and only then does his smile falter. He doesn't understand. He always is honest with Shuuji, no matter how big the secret, no matter how bad, but now it seems like that isn't what Shuuji wants. He likes his truths covered up a bit, softened with normal people things, even though Shuuji isn't a normal person.
"Not everyone likes the naked truth," a low voice that seems to be hovering above Akira's left shoulder murmurs.
Akira whips his head around to see ... nothing. Akira lets out a sigh of relief and closes his eyes. When he opens them, he's no longer alone.
"T-truth Man," Akira exclaims reverently.
"You're nasty, aren't you, for being so honest. I like it." The Truth Man leers at Akira with a large, toothy smile. "It's ... sexy. Too bad your friend isn't appreciative -- I can tell you, there are others who are."
"Really?" Akira says excitedly. "Who?"
"Me, idiot," the Truth Man barks, and Akira jumps back and wonders if he should start running. He knows he is a handsome boy, his father has always told him so, but the fact that an older man of myth is hitting on him is kind of creepy. "Do you know how I know when someone is telling the truth?" the Truth Man says softly, laying a hand on Akira's shoulder, his grip hard enough to ensure that unless Akira punches him (and maybe Akira will, if the Truth Man talks badly about women, or about Shuuji) he would be unable to escape.
"Uh, you have a magic power?"
"No," the Truth Man says with a wolfish smile. "I feel not only reason for truth, but I feel the heart, which is where all truth is born, and the only place it exists."
Akira thinks about that, and it's true that "I already know I love Shuuji. Why don't you follow him and ask him what the truth is?"
"Kiritani's truth wears too many clothes. Full of clauses and uncertainties -- it's not ... sexy."
"Like my truth."
"Exactly," the Truth Man purrs.
"I think sometimes just a little skin showing is sexier," Akira muses. "Like a special glimpse! Beautiful mystery!"
"I prefer sluts."
Akira lets out a yelp and bites the Truth man's ear with his kon-kon. "WAH, AKIRA SHOCK! I'm an innocent boy, I never have even ..." he leans closer, conspiratorily. "I have never even kissed anyone."
"Really?" the Truth Man asks, his breath strangely cold against Akira's lips. "Well, I know a secret cure for that..."
"I DON'T LOVE YOU, TRUTH MAN," Akira shouts, flapping his arms around. "I LOVE NOBUTA AND SHUUJI, NOT YOU, YOU ARE SO OLD! DON'T DEFLOWER MY LIPS, I AM SAVING THEM FOR SOMEONE SPECIAL."
The Truth Man gives Akira sad sort of smile. "I see," he says, and Akira is alone again.
But not so alone, because he knows the truth in his heart, and that is enough.
"Hey, Shuuuuuji-kun," Akira drawls, mouth pressed so close to Kiritani Shuuji's ear that he can feel the shorter boy shiver under him. "I love you."
Shuuji shrugs Akira off of his body like he always does, and stares at Akira strangely, like Akira is on fire or sprouting tentacles or something (none of which are really happening, Akira checks to make sure). They are alone on the beach -- it's too cold for sane people to be out, but that's the perfect time for AKIRA to be out, and Shuuji too, now that Akira thinks about it, and now he remembers this is exactly why he asked Shuuji to come here. "I. LOVE. YOU." Akira says again, pointing and making heart shapes with his hands to illustrate his point more clearly.
"Right," Shuuji says quietly. "Thanks. I -- I'll see you tomorrow at school, I guess."
He picks his bike up off of the damp sand and gives a half-hearted wave.
"BYE BYECYCLE!" Akira shouts at Shuuji's backside as he peddles away.
And Akira is alone, and only then does his smile falter. He doesn't understand. He always is honest with Shuuji, no matter how big the secret, no matter how bad, but now it seems like that isn't what Shuuji wants. He likes his truths covered up a bit, softened with normal people things, even though Shuuji isn't a normal person.
"Not everyone likes the naked truth," a low voice that seems to be hovering above Akira's left shoulder murmurs.
Akira whips his head around to see ... nothing. Akira lets out a sigh of relief and closes his eyes. When he opens them, he's no longer alone.
"T-truth Man," Akira exclaims reverently.
"You're nasty, aren't you, for being so honest. I like it." The Truth Man leers at Akira with a large, toothy smile. "It's ... sexy. Too bad your friend isn't appreciative -- I can tell you, there are others who are."
"Really?" Akira says excitedly. "Who?"
"Me, idiot," the Truth Man barks, and Akira jumps back and wonders if he should start running. He knows he is a handsome boy, his father has always told him so, but the fact that an older man of myth is hitting on him is kind of creepy. "Do you know how I know when someone is telling the truth?" the Truth Man says softly, laying a hand on Akira's shoulder, his grip hard enough to ensure that unless Akira punches him (and maybe Akira will, if the Truth Man talks badly about women, or about Shuuji) he would be unable to escape.
"Uh, you have a magic power?"
"No," the Truth Man says with a wolfish smile. "I feel not only reason for truth, but I feel the heart, which is where all truth is born, and the only place it exists."
Akira thinks about that, and it's true that "I already know I love Shuuji. Why don't you follow him and ask him what the truth is?"
"Kiritani's truth wears too many clothes. Full of clauses and uncertainties -- it's not ... sexy."
"Like my truth."
"Exactly," the Truth Man purrs.
"I think sometimes just a little skin showing is sexier," Akira muses. "Like a special glimpse! Beautiful mystery!"
"I prefer sluts."
Akira lets out a yelp and bites the Truth man's ear with his kon-kon. "WAH, AKIRA SHOCK! I'm an innocent boy, I never have even ..." he leans closer, conspiratorily. "I have never even kissed anyone."
"Really?" the Truth Man asks, his breath strangely cold against Akira's lips. "Well, I know a secret cure for that..."
"I DON'T LOVE YOU, TRUTH MAN," Akira shouts, flapping his arms around. "I LOVE NOBUTA AND SHUUJI, NOT YOU, YOU ARE SO OLD! DON'T DEFLOWER MY LIPS, I AM SAVING THEM FOR SOMEONE SPECIAL."
The Truth Man gives Akira sad sort of smile. "I see," he says, and Akira is alone again.
But not so alone, because he knows the truth in his heart, and that is enough.