Pursued (Sequel to Noticed)

The Confession - End

I love you, Y/n - Signed Akihiko

♡

Akihiko sat stiffly in the back of an ambulance with a "shock" blanket around his shoulders. The police had already questioned him thoroughly. However, they had taken Y/n aside spoke to him in private. Nerves were eating his insides up. But all Akihiko could do was sit there and stare blankly out at the Ito home's neatly formed Zen garden.

The neat, twisting rows of sand did nothing to alleviate the anxiety budding up in the black-haired boy's mind.

If Y/n turns me... If he turns me in... I'll give up. Because if I can't have Y/n, then I don't want to fixate on anyone else. Ever again. Akihiko didn't want another Miho, he didn't want anyone else except Y/n. So if Y/n turned him in... it was all over. It was all... over with.

Because Akihiko didn't think he'd ever have something like this again. If he did, it would merely be in Y/n's shadow.

Akihiko glanced down at the blanket wrapped around his shoulders and simply sighed. He expected to be cuffed any moment now.

Any moment, he would watch his deeply conflicting life collapse around him. It was all as fragile as glass. It was hanging on a thread thinner than a spider's web.

The only ray of hope, the only ray of light someone like Akihiko could ever have was...

Footsteps, light and quick, approached.

"You okay, Akihiko?" came a sudden, bright inquiry and then Y/n was sitting down beside him, fresh bandages around his arm and hand. He, too, wore a shock blanket. "You're looking kind of pale."

There was nothing. No sign at all on Y/n's face or anyone else's that said Akihiko was the one responsible for everything wrong in this world.

Akihiko's breath hitched and before he knew it, he was stuffing his face into Y/n's neck, finding comfort there.

"I swear to you, Y/n," he promised, voice guttural with emotion, "I will be good."

"Hm?" the other boy hummed, automatically reaching over to run his fingers through Akihiko's hair.

"I'll be good," Akihiko merely promised again, not bothering to explain, as he sunk into Y/n's gentle fingers.

"The detective said we can go home, but they'll probably bring us in for more questioning tomorrow," the (h/c) boy spoke nonchalantly. "So, my place or yours?"

(They chose Akihiko's because Y/n really liked his shower.)

Y/n stayed beneath the hot spray of Akihiko's shower for a very long time. He needed to seriously destress after the day he had. Beneath the cloud of hot steam, Y/n opened his eyes to the hand against the wall, supporting him up. A now damp bandage was there, wrapped firmly around his index finger. It still hurt. Even more so now as Y/n paid it attention.

I can't believe Myra ripped my fingernail off, he shut eyes. Bruises left from the handcuffs stood out raw and now purpled against his (s/c) skin. This whole day had been... Well, Y/n didn't really have any words for it. He sort of thought he got enough crazy in his life from Akihiko. This though... Helping Akihiko curb his homicidal-ness was one thing, but being taken on the mindfuck of a ride Myra did was another thing altogether. Y/n didn't really know how he felt about it.

He knew how Akihiko felt though. He could see the other boy's trepidation and muted, almost frightful disposition the entire time they waited for law enforcement to arrive.