[Gyakuten Saiban] Love Love Guilty
[Title] Love Love Guilty
[Rating] PG-13
[Notes] Gyakuten Saiban 4, Kyouya/Akane, WARNING: SPOILERS. Inspired by this picture, Akane is concerned for Kyouya after certain events. Set at the end of GS4. I'm just. Really bored I think. Ahaha. ^^;; Comments/critiques?
Kyouya stopped a few feet away from his motorcycle, an eyebrow raised.
Standing with her arms folded across chest, Akane stared right back, her usual bag of karintou dangling loosely, the edge gripped tightly in one hand.
So tight, Kyouya noticed with a wry smile, that her knuckles were startlingly white against her pale skin.
"If you wanted an escort home after the court session, you could've just asked," Kyouya teased.
"Shut up Garyuu," Akane snapped. "You're such a - you--" she struggled for a few more minutes, face blooming a pastel shade of pink as the prosecutor's eyebrows inched higher up into his hairline. "I hate you," she concluded with a sudden rush of breath.
"And what relation does that have with your initial statement, exactly?" Kyouya asked with a laugh, leaning down to peer at her in that damn infuriating manner.
"--why?"
Kyouya paused, frowning. Now that was a new tone from the detective. "I'm sorry?"
"Why are you smiling?" Akane muttered, eyes fixed on some spot on the marble floor, looking for all the world like an impertinent child. "How can you smile like that, after... after that."
"Ah." Kyouya chuckled softly. Lowering his head, he brushed away some invisible dirt on his leather pants. "What were you expecting?"
Akane looked stricken by the question. "I don't know! I thought, after all, your own brother..."
Kyouya watched the girl fidget with the rims of her ridiculous wide owl-lense glasses, eyes dancing with amusement. "Detective, are you... worried about me?"
"NO," Akane shot back instantly, "It's just that, you looked, like you-- AUGH." Throwing her hands up in the air, she stuck the glasses back onto her head and spun around in a huff, coat flying. "Forget it! I shouldn't even bo--"
Kyouya couldn't explain it. But something in him, something, made him reach forward, wrap his arms around, and tug that solid warmth into his chest. He could feel her trembling, ever so slightly -- from rage, or perhaps surprise -- the edge of her glasses jabbing almost painfully into his shoulder as it slid down her dark strands.
The bag of karintou fell, forgotten.
"Kyouya...?" she said then, so low and scared, that his grip tightened instinctively round her. A natural smell of sweeping rain, Kyouya decided as he nuzzled into the bent of her neck, and of course, that persistent hint of luminol she loved to haul around. All she needed was that extra fragrance of sandalwood and cassis, maybe some peony - and he knew just the perfumer for the mix.
"Im schuldig von der Liebe, Sein ein Verbrechen der Neigung~*," he murmured soothingly, lips curving against smooth skin as he felt her shiver, almost as though the melody, his voice, all of it had washed over her like a wintry breeze.
"Stop it," Akane whispered, without a single tinge of vehemence.
"Fans like it when I sing in German," Kyouya breathed close to her ear.
"I thought you knew Bolginian," she sniffed, her face buried deep into his shirt. "And I'm not a fan." Silence. Then tentatively, tentatively, her hands crept up his back and settled just beneath his shoulderblades, fingers digging into the material of his jacket. "I still hate you," she said with a note of finality.
"I know," Kyouya laughed, feeling as light as the time his manager had announced their first million hit seller.
=====
"The scent of rain~ key to my heart, it touches my tears~"
"His lyrics are still as bad as ever," Akane snorted, the loud crunching of her karintou nearly drowning out the hefty bass reverberating through the dressing room. Nearly.
"Just so long as nothing happens for the concert this time," Odoroki said with a sigh. Again, the detective was in her usual bad mood, having been 'invited' to the live as a security guard for the second time. Minuki, of course, was probably having a ball, rocking out to the noise up in the concert hall with her Papa, who had decided to come along for no apparent reason. That in itself was enough cause for worry.
"Bastard told me he was quitting," Akane grumbled. Whether he was meant to hear it or not, Odoroki wasn't sure, but it wasn't as though she was muttering it.
"He said the fans cried so hard they had to take back the announcement," Odoroki told her, shrugging.
Akane rolled her eyes, flinging three pieces of karintou in with some aggression. Odoroki winced slightly when he imagined what else she might really want to bite right now.
"Did you um, know?" Odoroki asked suddenly. "That the hanging's today."
Akane stopped mid-crunch, before her gaze flickered away. "I know."
The two of them fell silent then, as the last few chords of the guitar signaled the end of the song.
It took barely ten minutes for Minuki to fly into the room, hyper and so very animated. Hands in his pockets, Naruhodou followed behind, an affectionate smile on his face. As Odoroki listened to Minuki's excited babble about Garyuu Wave's new album, and oh wow their stage presence was more powerful than last time Minuki must power up too, he couldn't help noticing that Kyouya had chosen to walk straight up to Akane, bend over low enough for his face to be hidden behind her flushing cheeks, before moving away to deposit his guitar in the corner.
"FOR YOUR INFORMATION," Akane said, eyes blazing, "It's only because it's a damn waste not to use such an expensive thing - AND I DO NOT SMELL LIKE AFTERNOON RAIN."
"Evening rain then," Kyouya corrected as he returned to her side. And, before Akane could stop him, he had reached into her bag of karintou and tossed a piece in his mouth.
There followed a pause as everyone turned to stare at them, Odoroki practically holding his breath in.
"Thanks," Kyouya said with a soft smile.
Akane opened and closed her mouth once. Then, she clutched at the bag with resolution, eyes never leaving his face. "That's what I'm here for."
"Are the karintou that good?" Minuki asked curiously.
Naruhodou dropped a gentle hand on his daughter's head. "Sometimes they can be."
[Extra]
*German translation lyrics of Whitesnake's "Guilty of Love". Words read, "I'm guilty of love, it's a crime of passion~"
[Rating] PG-13
[Notes] Gyakuten Saiban 4, Kyouya/Akane, WARNING: SPOILERS. Inspired by this picture, Akane is concerned for Kyouya after certain events. Set at the end of GS4. I'm just. Really bored I think. Ahaha. ^^;; Comments/critiques?
Kyouya stopped a few feet away from his motorcycle, an eyebrow raised.
Standing with her arms folded across chest, Akane stared right back, her usual bag of karintou dangling loosely, the edge gripped tightly in one hand.
So tight, Kyouya noticed with a wry smile, that her knuckles were startlingly white against her pale skin.
"If you wanted an escort home after the court session, you could've just asked," Kyouya teased.
"Shut up Garyuu," Akane snapped. "You're such a - you--" she struggled for a few more minutes, face blooming a pastel shade of pink as the prosecutor's eyebrows inched higher up into his hairline. "I hate you," she concluded with a sudden rush of breath.
"And what relation does that have with your initial statement, exactly?" Kyouya asked with a laugh, leaning down to peer at her in that damn infuriating manner.
"--why?"
Kyouya paused, frowning. Now that was a new tone from the detective. "I'm sorry?"
"Why are you smiling?" Akane muttered, eyes fixed on some spot on the marble floor, looking for all the world like an impertinent child. "How can you smile like that, after... after that."
"Ah." Kyouya chuckled softly. Lowering his head, he brushed away some invisible dirt on his leather pants. "What were you expecting?"
Akane looked stricken by the question. "I don't know! I thought, after all, your own brother..."
Kyouya watched the girl fidget with the rims of her ridiculous wide owl-lense glasses, eyes dancing with amusement. "Detective, are you... worried about me?"
"NO," Akane shot back instantly, "It's just that, you looked, like you-- AUGH." Throwing her hands up in the air, she stuck the glasses back onto her head and spun around in a huff, coat flying. "Forget it! I shouldn't even bo--"
Kyouya couldn't explain it. But something in him, something, made him reach forward, wrap his arms around, and tug that solid warmth into his chest. He could feel her trembling, ever so slightly -- from rage, or perhaps surprise -- the edge of her glasses jabbing almost painfully into his shoulder as it slid down her dark strands.
The bag of karintou fell, forgotten.
"Kyouya...?" she said then, so low and scared, that his grip tightened instinctively round her. A natural smell of sweeping rain, Kyouya decided as he nuzzled into the bent of her neck, and of course, that persistent hint of luminol she loved to haul around. All she needed was that extra fragrance of sandalwood and cassis, maybe some peony - and he knew just the perfumer for the mix.
"Im schuldig von der Liebe, Sein ein Verbrechen der Neigung~*," he murmured soothingly, lips curving against smooth skin as he felt her shiver, almost as though the melody, his voice, all of it had washed over her like a wintry breeze.
"Stop it," Akane whispered, without a single tinge of vehemence.
"Fans like it when I sing in German," Kyouya breathed close to her ear.
"I thought you knew Bolginian," she sniffed, her face buried deep into his shirt. "And I'm not a fan." Silence. Then tentatively, tentatively, her hands crept up his back and settled just beneath his shoulderblades, fingers digging into the material of his jacket. "I still hate you," she said with a note of finality.
"I know," Kyouya laughed, feeling as light as the time his manager had announced their first million hit seller.
=====
"The scent of rain~ key to my heart, it touches my tears~"
"His lyrics are still as bad as ever," Akane snorted, the loud crunching of her karintou nearly drowning out the hefty bass reverberating through the dressing room. Nearly.
"Just so long as nothing happens for the concert this time," Odoroki said with a sigh. Again, the detective was in her usual bad mood, having been 'invited' to the live as a security guard for the second time. Minuki, of course, was probably having a ball, rocking out to the noise up in the concert hall with her Papa, who had decided to come along for no apparent reason. That in itself was enough cause for worry.
"Bastard told me he was quitting," Akane grumbled. Whether he was meant to hear it or not, Odoroki wasn't sure, but it wasn't as though she was muttering it.
"He said the fans cried so hard they had to take back the announcement," Odoroki told her, shrugging.
Akane rolled her eyes, flinging three pieces of karintou in with some aggression. Odoroki winced slightly when he imagined what else she might really want to bite right now.
"Did you um, know?" Odoroki asked suddenly. "That the hanging's today."
Akane stopped mid-crunch, before her gaze flickered away. "I know."
The two of them fell silent then, as the last few chords of the guitar signaled the end of the song.
It took barely ten minutes for Minuki to fly into the room, hyper and so very animated. Hands in his pockets, Naruhodou followed behind, an affectionate smile on his face. As Odoroki listened to Minuki's excited babble about Garyuu Wave's new album, and oh wow their stage presence was more powerful than last time Minuki must power up too, he couldn't help noticing that Kyouya had chosen to walk straight up to Akane, bend over low enough for his face to be hidden behind her flushing cheeks, before moving away to deposit his guitar in the corner.
"FOR YOUR INFORMATION," Akane said, eyes blazing, "It's only because it's a damn waste not to use such an expensive thing - AND I DO NOT SMELL LIKE AFTERNOON RAIN."
"Evening rain then," Kyouya corrected as he returned to her side. And, before Akane could stop him, he had reached into her bag of karintou and tossed a piece in his mouth.
There followed a pause as everyone turned to stare at them, Odoroki practically holding his breath in.
"Thanks," Kyouya said with a soft smile.
Akane opened and closed her mouth once. Then, she clutched at the bag with resolution, eyes never leaving his face. "That's what I'm here for."
"Are the karintou that good?" Minuki asked curiously.
Naruhodou dropped a gentle hand on his daughter's head. "Sometimes they can be."
[Extra]
*German translation lyrics of Whitesnake's "Guilty of Love". Words read, "I'm guilty of love, it's a crime of passion~"