He was on his knees, biting at the air that would not, could not, get to his lungs. Alfred was panicking, why was he panicking? Kiku could not tell, did not want to tell. It did not register to the young man that blood was dripping at the end of his lips and patting to the ground, the mind doesn't seem to work as fast when you've been shot in the chest. He didn't feel pain, he didn't care.
"Kiku, stay with me, please, Kiku!" Alfred lifted his head to lay in the crook of his shoulder. There was a slow darkness that haunted the edges of his blurry vision. Other people were around him, he couldn't tell who, so he focused on Alfred.
Alfred.
The boy he'd always been so deeply in love with, who he had just realized had felt the same way. The boy with the honey blonde hair and the soft dimples and the stupid hair curl he would always complain about. The boy that was always himself and refused to be any other.
Alfred.
The darkness was getting closer, creeping upon him like a predator to its prey. He felt himself being lifted up, brought somewhere else, he didn't really seem to care where. He felt the warm embrace of arms under his freezing neck and sunk into the touch, his body beginning to look as lifeless as he felt.
He couldn't tell why he had tried to keep himself awake as long as he already had. The thought of closing his eyes and falling asleep seemed more inviting by the second. Kiku was still gasping for air as he felt himself being set down on some type of wood. As he left the warmth of arms, he thought only one thing.
I wonder if my love was just an outlet?
And the darkness enveloped him.
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The Odd Way of Life (completed)
FanfictionAlfred is despairing over his father(who he never truly knew)'s death. His best friend since eighth grade, Kiku, has to help him out, and in this tragedy, Alfred realizes thinks of his friend as more than just a friend. In his father's will, he give...
