i love my precious babies & want the best for them. non despair au!!! word count: 922
Heat rose and dispersed erratically over his cherub-like face, the flush looking like a light wash of pink leaking throughout a watercolour painting, the warm hue of his embarrassed blush making the many clusters of freckles he possessed all the more prominent. After feeling the blood rush to his youthfully full cheeks, he rolled his eyes before pulling his small lips into an animated scowl; his eyes crinkling into thin slits upon doing so, faux annoyance swimming through his light brown irises like blotchy milk swirling in a steaming hot cup of coffee. Upon seeing the riotous, wrinkled expression playing on Kuzuryuu's usually soft and baby-faced features, Pekoyama simply laughed. A serafic, light tone that danced through the balmy breeze weightlessly, and snaked its way into the shorter one of the duo's ears, causing the boy's heartbeat to spike, the rate akin to the beat of a frantic drum, breath hitching at the angelic sound. Despite the fact Kuzuyruu knew he was undoubtably being laughed at, his face softened, the wrinkle laying between his between blond brows was now back to its regular, smooth state, as he fought down a soft grin that ghosted his lips, just wide enough to showcase the neat rows of snow-capped teeth he retained. Her breathy laughter continued for a short while longer, the characteristically soft chortle only muffled slightly behind the hand she had brought up to her lips, the sound still present, but much quieter, as it slipped through her lissom fingers that were long and pale, complimenting the rest of her svelte build.
"Young master.." Pekoyama said, amusment breaking through the usually stern tone in which she spoke, with a small, somewhat apologetic smile, only half visible behind the hand curled around her meagre chin. The sweet giggles that once emitted from her cherry red lips had now turned into a handful of fading snorts and snickers, a sound that still made butterflies course through the young Yakuza's chest, despite how many times he had the delight to hear.
"Huh?," Kuzuryuu quickly turned to glance at Pekoyama, time moving in slow motion as his chest heaved with sharp breaths that rapidly came and went, a mantle covering his face like a sheer scrap of red fabric, his brown eyes darting to meet her crimson ones, which were framed with feathery, chalky grey lashes, that fluttered sweetly with each blink of her eyes behind her rimless bifocals. The tint staining his cheeks was winsom, darkening upon seeing the sultry zephyr blow through the young woman's wispy, ashen locks. Lose strands of grey hair tumbled out of her braids and brushed feebly against her unblemished and usually milky complexion, now spoiled red from her laughter, tickling the soft skin on her cheeks and causing her mouth to twitch ever so slightly in amusement at the foreign feeling, an action not going unnoticed by Kuzuryuu.
She was pretty. Much too pretty and it was totally unfair to him. The image of her beauty bounced in his head repeatedly, uncontrollably, enough to make him sigh. Laced in blond's sigh was irritation, but his annoyance was overwhelmed by pure, young love and instead came across as somehow airy, containing all the worlds supply of wildflowers and honeybees. The peachy blush, that had previously shone brightly and innocently on his face, had only began to fade before it materialised once again, spreading smoothly like butter atop his freckled cheeks and nose. The blushing expression was one in which Kuzuryuu had been caught in much too frequently for someone who was a supposedly dangerous and non-remorseful Yakuza leader.
As he tipped his head to the left ever so slightly, gripping the rim of his matte black trilby hat, he somehow managed to fight the evergrowing urge to stare at the Swordswoman that stood proudly in front of him, his cocoa eyes managing to peel away from her empyrean features and her ashen locks, and instead to the scenery that engulfed them; the dreamlike state of the moment only enhancing as the golden hue blanketed the pair of blushing teens in a sunshiny embrace. It was calming, just them standing there, a tepid wind prodding at their skin.
Pekoyama smiled at him, with a smile that was reserved only for the boy in front of her, the nurturing grin contorting her features kindly; eyes crinkling as the apples of her cheeks rounded and brightened; wrinkles that carved lines from her nose to her mouth appeared, but somehow didn't age her face and instead made her seem sweeter. It made Kuzuryuu happy when the usually stoic girl would break character, especially when he knew it was only for him.
Pekoyama tentatively reached out a small, delicate hand toward Kuzuryuu, her fingers long and her nails short, neatly manicured, albeit with a thin layer of grime beneath a select few, her gaze shifting to the side bashfully, sanguine eyes shining with a shy twinkle that was rare to be seen of the Swordswoman. Kuzuryuu reached forward, too longing for the warmth the hand of his life-long crush would provide. As his shaking hand drew closer, his short fingers grazed her soft palm, jolts of electricity rattling him to his core as a small, content smile formed on his rawly bitten lips, before he nestled himself into the warmth of her hand, intertwining their fingers together. They stood, hand in hand, ignoring all but each other as they stared into each others eyes, the red irises she possessed engraved with love; a truly tranquil gaze they shared.
