Sky Falls Down

A/N

Akame: AU

Plot: Kazuya is a prostitute, who just wants a way out, out from his misery.

Sometimes you fall, deeper and deeper and it doesn’t seem like there’s a way out – small glimmer of light shines in the distance and hope is the only thing you cling onto.

Kazuya, puffs out a ring of smoke from his thin lips, the thin stick falls from his tiny fingers down on the asphalt the ash smashes and spreads out, the small light globes dies and Kazuya turns the last glimmer of hope out with his boot and he sighs, his gaze met the shining stars – no clouds to haunt this chilly night as the sound from the bass brought him back to reality and with a soft comb through his hair with his fingers before he made his way inside again, feeling the beat with the music and the smell of perfume and strong cologne scents enters his nose and he almost stumbles because of the strong smell and pulled up his façade, a hidden mask of lies.

“Kazuya you have customer…” His boss tells him and a young man in his thirties comes walking determinates towards him, older than he is, but the customers doesn’t care – not so long they can satisfied their need in the night, a secret carried out.

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    Walls clenching around his already dripping cock, the heat made him lose all his senses, nails scratching up red velvet cracks on his skin, and a animalistic moan came from the man’s lips and Kazuya groans as he came, letting his body trap the older slim body underneath his for a little while as he tries to get his breathing under control. Rolling away, so far away from that warm body as he stretches out like a kitten as his costumer sits up – he got what he came for, there’s no reason for him to linger here.

Never let you guard down as those cold brown eyes nails the escaping man. Damp and sweaty chest heaving deposing the condom, he lays there huffing, puffing and broken, the customer leaves throwing some Yen at him deposing the fragile piece of paper over his naked damp glister skin and Kazuya lits a thin stick drawing in the drug that seem to shoot his still wreaking nerves.  

His life was a lie – He just wanted to survive just like everyone else in this godamn world and everyday he lived in fear, one small step could cost another one’s life. The light died from the ash – flickered out, just like he killed a life and he could – and he wonders how many days he could he go on like this. He was a soldier fighting an endless battle – and someday that solider would be defeated to a point he couldn’t fight anymore.

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Closing the door behind him, he enters his tiny apartment, and almost stumbles over his couch. He was tired and he checks his phone for incoming message and there’s one – and that voice always made him relax made him forget his life for a while as he lowers himself down on the couch.

“Kazu-chan, you can just leave me here hanging, I miss you. We miss you.”

Koki, his childhood friend Koki – a person he always counted on, who had always protected him, there was only one thing his friend couldn’t protected him from – death.

He closed his eyes, resting his head against the couch rest, the sun stars to rise over the horizon, he was tired, he felt used and all he wanted was to curl up under his comforter and sleep before work called away again. Taking his last remaining strength he stumbles towards the bedroom and lowers himself down upon the soft futon curling up under the heavy duvet, closing his eyes finding the only warmth that could comfort him, dreaming of a lie that would never be true.

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   “Kame what happen to you?”

“The customer decided to be a bit rough, nothing to worry about Koki…” Kazuya huffs with a pout as he takes his seat.

Koki chuckles, but his worry eyes never leave his friend.

“Kame…”

“I know Koki I know…”

He knew what Koki wanted to say. He had heard those words a number of times - a silent plea for him to stop ‘but how?’ Koki wanted to help him so desperate but he didn’t know how.

“If I could I would snatch you away, and make you live with me…”

“You have your own life Koki, and you don’t have enough money to fend for us both, and you know it…”

“I know. I just wish…”

Kazuya smiles as he let his fingers entangles with Koki’s tugging at them gently reassuring him that he was fine.

“I know you would, but I’ll be fine, more or less, Koki don’t worry too much…”

“If I find something more than a rough bite mark, I’ll hunt them down, personally and give them a piece of my mind…”

Kazuya chuckles and gives Koki a warm smile – feeling loved and cared for, Koki was still there to defend him.

“But you need still to eat, Kame-chan…”

Koki would always love to feed him – whenever he gave the possibility, food wasn’t something Kame took lightly, it was a taboo – and the smell could send him hurling over the toilet bowel but when he saw the bowel of miso soup and another plate of rice and ribs. He knows he can’t escape Koki’s intense stare, so he begins carefully to eat, small portions of food and Koki satisfied grin tells him enough.