Ｌ ｏ ｖ ｅ ｔ ａ ｓ ｔ ｅ| ×KNY× (AkazaXDouma)

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"I hate these marks.. I want them gone.."
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Angst/fluff
Original AU
Self harm/body issues
Idea given by domuasimp
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Tears spilled from the beautiful golden eyes, teeth clenched together and fingertips trembling in anger and fear. The short male was sat in the middle of his large room, knife laying on the floor next to him as any wounds he made had already healed. He once again tried to cut the stripes on his body off, having dug it deep into his flesh and carved it out.. Those stupid marks on his body.. he hated them. Why would anyone ever love him when he had such ugly skin? No one would want to be with someone with stripes all over their body... those thick blue stripes he despised...

"Why don't you just disappear? You're so ugly." he softly whimpered out before he began to hit his own arm over and over. A soft crack sound could be heard everytime he struck, tears endlessly flowing down his pale cheeks and falling on the wooden floorboards beneath him.

After a few minutes he stopped, staring at his arm being broken in multiple directions.. god.. he really did a number on himself this time, huh? He quickly regenerated his arm back into its original shape as he heard a knock on the wooden door to his room. By the pattern of the knocks he could tell it was Kokushibo.. had it been Douma, it would be been way faster and aggressive. Akaza let out an audible groan of frustration, getting up from his spot on the floor, wiping his tears and opening the door to face the incredibly tall man. "What?" he grumbled out, not caring if someone could see the stains on his cheeks, proving he had been crying.

"... Douma is searching for you." the tall male simply stated, seeming to have no care for Akaza crying. The shorter gave a simple nod and shut the door again which surprised the other a bit. "I should tell him.. he can help.."

Douma was brushing throughout his long hair, starting to neatly tie it into a low ponytail until he got interuppted. Kokushibo stepped into the room, feet making no sound against the wooden docks over the lotus pond. "Douma.." he called out, sounding as menacing as he always did. Said male quickly spun around to face the taller male, his bright smile on his face "What is it, Kokushibo-dono? Have you found Akaza?"

"I have.. he's in his room. But.. maybe you should try comforting him. It seems he was crying before I came there, Douma. I may not be on the best of terms with Akaza... but I still care for my comrades." the ravenette explained, eyes staring at Douma for a few moments before he disappeared from his spot. The blonde blinked a few times with a confused smile before getting up from his place on the pile of pillows, starting to happily stroll to where Akaza resided.

"Knock knock~ open up, please!"

God no. Why Douma out of all people to bother him right now. He stayed quiet for a few moments, hoping the other would leave. Alas, Douma was being stubborn and continued knocking on the wooden door. "Just fucking come in." he growled out, hearing the door immediately opening and closing. Akaza felt the blonde sit next to him, bright smile already pissing him off. He hated that smile. He hated it because he loved him so much.. Douma must think his markings are ugly.

"Soo~ why are you sad?"

Sad? He was fucking pissed and frustrated.

"Why do you care? Someone as pretty as you could never hope to fucking understand!" he snapped, growling loudly and pushing Douma away from him. Douma seemed shocked, eyes wide and staying silent for once. He now understood the gravity of the situation as he had noticed the places where his blue striped were.. had been carved out. "Akaza.. " he softly spoke, taking one of the pinkettes hands into his own.

Now it was Akaza's turn to be shocked, eyes staring at Douma while his wounds regenerated rather quickly.

"Don't carved your stripes out.. they're part of you.. and they look beautiful. I've never seen someone as pretty as you, okay?" Douma comforted, a small and caring smile on his lips, eyes seeming soft. Akaza looked for any hint of malicious intent, a lie... but he couldn't find anything. Douma was being genuine. He never thought someone he treated so horribly would say such kind words.. his 'enemy'. Especially since no one had ever said such words to him before, he always had just gotten stared at like a beast. A monster.

A warm body clung to Douma, tears wettening his clothing. This startled the younger male a bit, he had to admit. I mean.. who expects Akaza to hug people?

He kept mumbling soft thank yous while bawling his eyes out. Douma watched for a few seconds before wrapping his arms around the other, softly smiling and closing his eyes.

"Don't hate yourself, you're amazing the way you are.."

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