"You'll stay with me, won't you?" he asks and his voice is the darkness that surrounds Akaashi. It's impossible to tell where it comes from, because it feels like it comes from everywhere, all at once.
It feels like it comes from within Akaashi, himself.
He shuts his eyes, opens them again, and thinks that he can make out a figure in a place that has no light. Not a monster, but a man. Akaashi can make out the movement as he leans closer. This time, he feels breath against his ear, against his neck, and he's surprised to find that it's warm, when everything else here feels so cold.
"You don't have to go back. You could just keep me company forever. I'll take good care of you."
There's a certain pull in the words. It takes hold of Akaashi's heart, tugging gently, as if to convince him that nothing would be better than staying.
With a deep breath, Akaashi shakes his head in an attempt to clear it.
"That's not going to work on me, Kuroo-san."
He knows that as the god of the underworld, Kuroo's very voice is filled with magic that convinces mortals to stay with him. As they should, when they make their way to him.
Akaashi, on the other hand, is no mortal, and hasn't found his way here through the natural course of the world. He's no longer certain whether he's happened to stray off the path and found himself here, or if Kuroo has bewitched him away. All he knows is that he needs to leave. Even if everything in him cries of reluctance to do just that. He knows it has nothing to do with the magic that fills Kuroo's voice as he speaks.
"Light," he requests, and waits until Kuroo acquiesces.
There's blue flame burning in the palm of Kuroo's palm, throwing everything around them into cold light. Kuroo's eyes glow crimson, and Akaashi can see something that looks like smoke swirling around Kuroo. He knows better, though. He knows that it's fumes made of the last breaths of every soul he's claimed.
He's one of the most dangerous gods that Akaashi has ever come across, and the fact that he doesn't want a fight only makes him more dangerous. He wants more than that and Akaashi is happy to spill blood, he's happy to test his strength.
He isn't sure whether he wants to let Kuroo under his skin, but he's beginning to worry that it's already too late for that.
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
kidnapping themes, death themes
word count: 422
remix of
"You'll stay with me, won't you?" he asks and his voice is the darkness that surrounds Akaashi. It's impossible to tell where it comes from, because it feels like it comes from everywhere, all at once.
It feels like it comes from within Akaashi, himself.
He shuts his eyes, opens them again, and thinks that he can make out a figure in a place that has no light. Not a monster, but a man. Akaashi can make out the movement as he leans closer. This time, he feels breath against his ear, against his neck, and he's surprised to find that it's warm, when everything else here feels so cold.
"You don't have to go back. You could just keep me company forever. I'll take good care of you."
There's a certain pull in the words. It takes hold of Akaashi's heart, tugging gently, as if to convince him that nothing would be better than staying.
With a deep breath, Akaashi shakes his head in an attempt to clear it.
"That's not going to work on me, Kuroo-san."
He knows that as the god of the underworld, Kuroo's very voice is filled with magic that convinces mortals to stay with him. As they should, when they make their way to him.
Akaashi, on the other hand, is no mortal, and hasn't found his way here through the natural course of the world. He's no longer certain whether he's happened to stray off the path and found himself here, or if Kuroo has bewitched him away. All he knows is that he needs to leave. Even if everything in him cries of reluctance to do just that. He knows it has nothing to do with the magic that fills Kuroo's voice as he speaks.
"Light," he requests, and waits until Kuroo acquiesces.
There's blue flame burning in the palm of Kuroo's palm, throwing everything around them into cold light. Kuroo's eyes glow crimson, and Akaashi can see something that looks like smoke swirling around Kuroo. He knows better, though. He knows that it's fumes made of the last breaths of every soul he's claimed.
He's one of the most dangerous gods that Akaashi has ever come across, and the fact that he doesn't want a fight only makes him more dangerous. He wants more than that and Akaashi is happy to spill blood, he's happy to test his strength.
He isn't sure whether he wants to let Kuroo under his skin, but he's beginning to worry that it's already too late for that.