Anything. [a AkiraxRyo mini fanfic]

Section 1: Destroyed

[destroyed.]

   "It's not your fault!"

<time: 18:00 day: tenth of February>

The smell of cooked ground beef and cut up vegetables circled throughout the shared suite of twenty year olds Akira and Ryo.

Intent on trying meals from around the world, Ryo had given Akira a recipe to follow to prepare today's meal; Hamburgers. It was the most popular meal when he had visited America.

Akira squinted his eyes, concentrated on trying to understand the English writing. He knew a bit from what Ryo tried to tell him, but that was limited.

"Hamburger..Hamburger.."mumbled Akira to himself, as he carefully placed the burger patty onto the bun.

Getting it right, his famous smile popped up onto his face, stretching from ear to ear. "Ryo! Ryo!"called out Akira, as he stepped back looking over to where his bestfriend would be.

Ryo held his same unphased expression as he typed away on his laptop, only looking up when his name was called by his roommate.

His blue eyes scanned the table, landing on the burgers that sat undressed on the plate. He looked over at Akira, who was still smiling away. Lifting his hand away from the keyboard, his hand formed into a thumbs up. "Good job."

Akira raised his hand to his chest, internally screeching from the encouragement from Ryo. Even if his voice showed zero emotion he knew he still meant it.

•••

"Come on, Ryo. You know in my old household we prayed before every meal. Why can't you just-"

"I'm not interested."Ryo told him, shutting him down. He brought the burger to his mouth chewing at it. "And once again, I could care less about your previous household."

With a pout, Akira moved past the topic and began to eat his food as well.

•••

The loud screams rang throughout the apartment sending shivers down Akira's spine. His breathing hitched as he watched in horror at the scene before him, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. The final blow to the back of the victims head was what broke him.

The blood trickled down the young females face, as her head went rolling across the tile floor. She was lifeless. She couldn't cry for herself.

So Akira, being the crybaby he was known as, cried for her.

Ryo walked over to his crybaby before sitting down next to him in front of the couch. "It's just a movie. Calm down." He passed Akira the popcorn as he pulled the fluffy blue cover over his shoulder, getting closer to Akira to share with him.

Not that anyone cared, but he had perfectly matched the color to match his favorite pair of running shoes Akira had received from his mother.

Tears continued to fall from his eyes, making his vision blur. The movie villain smirked as they stepped on the decapitated head, leaving foot prints on the paling skin of the victim.

Ryo slurped on some fruit punch through his metal straw, not finding any enjoyment in the movie at all. Side eyeing Akira, he could see he had his head now hidden away in his hands.

Picking up the remote, Ryo turned the movie off. From the lack of noise Akira's head rose, his eyes swollen and hands full of tears. He sniffled trying to stop his tears.

Using his index finger and thumb, Ryo found his way under Akira's chin, turning his tear-stained face to look at him. He still held the same uninterested look but something in his eyes changed.

Ryo turned his body fully now to face Akira, he being his only priority. His free hand rose to wipe away at the tears, leaving his thumb wet.

He didn't mind since it was Akira.

Leaning closer towards Akira, he watched him. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. This happened a lot and yet still he didn't have anything to say to ease his pain.

So instead he went with what he always did. Turning Akira's head back forward and closing the space, he placed a small kiss onto the crybabys cheek.

Ryo backed away turning back to face the screen before looking down, blushing. "Why are you crying? It's just a movie."

Akira was still, unable to move. The small kiss upon his cheek always made him like this. Of course it was just to make him stop crying, but it made him feel loved as well.

The tears stopped coming and the words stopped forming.

"She can't cry. It's sad."Akira simply responded, his voice shaking as he spoke.

Ryo grabbed the remote turning the tv onto a new movie.

Rainbow Impossible 2, cause the first one was cheesy.

Or at least that's what Ryo always said.

"Thank you."quietly said Akira. Pulling the cover over him some more he scooted closer to Ryo, placing his hand onto the blondes thigh.

Ryo did a small cough, keeping his composure tight. Before he could protest, a head full of black hair was rested on his shoulder, making him freeze and stare blankly in front of him. He blinked twice before slowly moving his eyes to look down.

His eyes immediately shot back forward after confirming things. "He's resting on my shoulder!"internally screamed Ryo, his cheeks flushing.

Maybe, just maybe, he had fallen in love with his long-term, crybaby, bestfriend.

"Thank you, Ryo. For everything."mumbled Akira, drifting off to sleep.

Keeping his voice in the right tone he replied, "Anything for you. Just ask."

A well-known line he told only to Akira. And only meant when it came to Akira.

A small giggle left Akira's lips. "Anything?"

Ryo nodded, content with what he had said. "Anything."

A promise that would never be broken.

And if it were to be broken, the trust and bond together would both be destroyed.

(a/n: yea, I started a new story. no surprise here. finally watched Devilman Crybaby and the ship stuck with me, they deserve a happy story. or a somewhat happy story. anyways these chapters will be shorter than my other stories but I think it'll keep me interested this way.)