Forbidden lovers

Love is red.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-sɪx ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ: 28/01/22
2068 ᴡᴏʀᴅs.

"I'm tired, Kyojuro"

His whispers echoed like a silent flame, flickering and withering away. Akaza sat kneeling next to the bedridden man, the gentle beeping of the oxygen monitor taunting the demon slowly.

Watery moonlight slithered through the open blinds of the newly built mansion; classic smell of fresh varnished wood ticking his nose. The occasional dewey leaf brushing into the empty room from the crisp breeze - trees gently rattling in the distance.

The demon ruefully laughed to himself  "what a turn in events, eh Kyojuro?" Akaza's head hung low, hands pressed against his thighs - twiddling his dark pattered fingers like an anxious child.

"You- you were just starting to accept me... and I fucked it up, didn't I?"

Akaza sucked in a sharp breath, holding it for a minute before breathing out deeply into the cold room.

The demon started to pick at the skin on his cheek using his nail, hopelessness and frustration gnawing away at his brain the longer Kyojuro stayed unmoving.

His stomach ached, twisting and turning on itself with the need for nourishment.

"Kyojuro, you can wake up now. He's- Douma's gone, you're safe" Akaza moved his hand from his bloodied face and grabbed the demon slayer's hand in his own.

'Hakuji, you failed me. You failed him'

Buzzing filled Akaza's head, like annoying incessant bees stinging his brain relentlessly. Poking against the walls of his skull, wriggling between his thoughts.

He loved him. In the sort of way an abandoned house would love a person whom stumbled upon it - with sheer desperation and a pinch of hope.

"I know no end to desiring you, Kyojuro"

The demon squeezed Rengoku's warm blooded hand in his own. If he turned into a demon... would he wake up?

Akaza quickly shook his head. 'Kyojuro does not want that' he told himself.

Maybe Akaza was selfish. Selfish for wanting to turn Kyojuro into a demon, only for his own desires.

"I am sorry, I truly am. Never did I wish for you to suffer in my place" Akaza felt like he was dying. Bit by bit without noticing. Almost like a piece of decomposing food, slowly returning to the earth.

'Hakuji, you didn't protect him. Leave before you cause any more harm'

Akaza shook away his deceitful thoughts. Ah what a state he was, it was pitiful really. For him to be this disturbed without Kyojuro, as if the human was some sort of emotional support.

Akaza reached slowly into the pocket of his crinkled white trousers, pulling out the little paper bag which he stashed safely.

The demon fiddled with the bag for a moment before pulling out the small hair pin he purchased, now a few weeks ago. The collection of sparkling orange crystals in the shape of a flower, complimented with the gold clip shimmering in the moonlight.

Akaza stood up off his knees and leaned over Kyojuro's beautiful self. The human's eyelids fluttering delicately in synchronisation with the small gusts of wind coming through the open window.