Kunichuu Oneshots

Battlefield; Part 2

"We're standing face-to-face,
With our own human race,
We commit the sins again and then our sons & daughters pay,

Our tainted history,
Is playing on repeat"

Ps, this is unedited so my apologies if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes:)
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Kunikida noticed the small smile that had appeared on the executive's face. That expression left him stunned. Stunned by the fact that Nakahara Chuuya has such a pretty smile. Adorable even. Just realizing what he had thought, he quickly shook his head, ridding of the thought.

'What the? No, wait. That's normal. Observing and appreciating one's beauty is normal. Calm yourself. This is normal-'

His mind cut back to the moment he held onto Chuuya's waist. It was then when he realized how small the male's waist was and how perfectly it fit in Kunikida's hands. Now, with a flushed face as inappropriate thoughts filled his mind, he slapped himself which startled the male sitting across him.

"Dude. Why'd you do that for?"

"A-ah. Sorry about that. I uh, i-it's nothing. I should go-"

Kunikida was about to stand up to leave when Chuuya used his ability on him before walking up to him. Slightly in a panic, Kunikida thought of how he could get away from here and the different scenarios of what the mafioso might do. Chuuya was now stood in front of the sitting Kunikida. Reaching his hand out, Kunikida braced himself for impact, only to be met with a soft touch from the executive. Slowly opening his eyes, he then realized that the male was caressing the spot where Kunikida had slapped himself. That's when he looked into Chuuya's eyes. Eyes filled with confusion and worry. Kunikida then realized how close they were and cleared his throat, snapping the male out of the sudden trance as he quickly pulled away, muttering a quick sorry before stepping back and suddenly finding the floor interesting.

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"Chuuya...please. We don't have to do this,"

His voice trembled, as he observed the older who was painted in blood. Chuuya stood quietly, unmoving as he hears the pleads from Kunikida.

There they stood, face to face with their swords drawn out. Kunikida pointed his sword downwards, yet Chuuya had his pointing up. Chuuya slowly stalked closer to Kunikida, as if hunting for his prey. Kunikida raised his sword, dull end facing the other, to shield himself from the incoming blow. Chuuya growled before knocking his sword out from the taller male's grasp. The tip touching Kunikida's neck. Kunikida felt blood trickling down his neck. Chuuya was putting pressure, but not enough to actually impale him.

"Nakahara, snap out of it. Please...this isn't you, my camellia. I'm...I'm sorry for what happened to your knights. I tried. I tried to stop my men from attacking but... I wasn't fast enough. The Flags, they were not only your knights, they were also your friends, right? While you, you are their commander."

Chuuya didn't say anything. He continued to press down on Kunikida's neck. Though, Kunikida could tell that his little camellia was fighting back. Kunikida could feel that the sword was shaking. Chuuya was fighting back with himself. With his thirst to kill. Gazing at his friend, he reaches out his hand, placing it on the older's cheek. He stroked the area in a comforting manner. Chuuya started to cry. A silent cry. Tears visible yet no sound was heard. Almost as if, he was broken. He slowly draws back his sword without uttering a single word.

Wiping away the tears, Kunikida proceeds to fully cup Chuuya's face, a soft smile appearing.

"We commit the sins again didn't we? The very same ones our ancestors had. The tainted history has repeated itself once more, hasn't it, Nakahara?"