Author: Lhunuial Fandom: Samurai Deeper Kyo Characters: Akira, Tokito Pairing: Akira x Tokito Genre: Angst, romance Spoilers: Chapter 282 from the manga Rated: K Disclaimer: Samurai Deeper Kyo belongs to Akimine Kamijyo. Summary: Akira comes to Tokito's lifeless form during the middle of the night to talk to her.
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If you saw me right now you would taunt me with it. And if the others saw I would hear no end of it. I know I look silly coming here, to be with you. Don’t ask me why I do this. I just do. I’m only human after all and those emotions keep playing with me.
I know I didn’t think so much about you during the battle, but we were all fighting for you.
And I return to you now.
It pains me that I am no longer able to sense you, that you are in this lifeless state. And that is what makes me restless. Perhaps knowing that you’re not able able to hear it or to talk back is what makes it easier for me to say this out loud. I would never have done so otherwise.
It is too silent out here. You were always either insulting or taunting, filling the air with your voice. Now there is nothing. I’d give anything to hear you make a sound right now, with that foul mouth of yours.
How clearly do I remember looking into your eyes during our battle with my own. I was no longer blind. Now it is you who cannot see. There is no sparkle in your eyes, only nothingness.
Your skin feels so cold to my touch. A cold so much worse than my ice powers could ever inflict. You have been like this for so long now that I have almost forgotten how warm you felt when I held you before this happened.
Akari is still working on how to get you out of this state, to give you your soul back. No one knows how long it will take. As days go by despair grows. But I won’t give up. I have never given up on getting stronger, so I will not give up on this either. I have to believe that you will come back. If Yuya-san can believe so strongly even when things are most dire, then I should be capable of it as well.
That’s why I scream your name in the quietness of the night, in the hope that somewhere, somehow you’re able to hear me calling.