Snippet #1776538

Kiku Suzuki

Fear. Pure fear. The kind you have when you know something bad is happening to you. The pure dread that envelopes you when you think something evil is out there. Ever hide in your covers, wrap them so tightly around you, as peek out as your eyes dart around the pitch black room, waiting in horror for something to reach out and snatch you and eat you alive? Or drag you away, kicking and screaming? Feel that? The fear, the horror, the dread. That’s exactly Kiku’s feeling at this moment in time. His eyes widened in terror as the blue haired guy, he still didn’t know his name, made his way over to him.

“Hurry…kill me…” he squeaked as he neared closer to him, eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.

“Yeah, listen. Don’t you worry your little head about that,” the blue haired person said to Kiku. A relieved smile broke across his face and he beamed up at the man, a ‘thank you’ on the tip of his tongue, “You won’t need to be here any longer. You won’t even need to die.”

He wouldn’t? Die? He could escape death? Cheat it? Beat it to the ground and stomp all over it until it was nothing more than…well nothing. Either way…this guy could save him.

Kiku, listen…does he sound sincere to you? No? Don’t trust him. Do as he says…but god help me if you trust him I will find a way to kick your head in.

Kiku opened his mouth to retort to his mind, but thought better of it. They already thought he was weak and dumb, he was weak that was for sure, but he didn’t want to add ‘mental’ to the list as well.

“I can assure you both of that if you’d kindly do me the favor of removing this incessant device from my hands. It’s starting to hurt.”


Kiku looked at him, a dull expression taking control of his face, “Um…sorry…but…” he frowned and bit his lip, “how do you expect me to remove that? Do I look like I am capable enough to wield weapons?” He scoffed, then flushed darkly, mumbling a quick sorry and looking down at the ground.

“You’re eager to remove that thing,” the other guy, with lovely hair and stunning multicolored eyes said to Mr. Blue Hair, his arm wrapping around Kiku’s neck lazily while his head rested on his shoulder. Kiku could repress the shudder that went through his body.

He was so…so warm. Kiku sighed contently, not even noticing his did so. He felt safe next to him, happy, safe…content. Things he hadn’t felt in a long time. He wanted to be closer to the multi-colored eyed male…it was as if he yearned to be pressed against his body, curled against him. He felt as if he could trust him with his very life, and it bothered him. Sadly the little nagging voice telling him to not trust anyone, was overruled by his desire to be closer to this male, in any way possible. He was so hot that Kiku was positive he could cook eggs on his, most likely, flat and toned chest.

Don’t you just want to let him have his wicked way with you? You sinful little boy. Aren’t you Kiku? a part of his mind chuckled lowly at him. With a pout, he ignored it, focusing on the warmth that radiated off him. They way his breath tickled Kiku’s cheek. And if he timed his breath just so, he swore he could taste the other man’s exhaling air. It was bitter-sweet, with a tang of metallic taste, most likely blood. He wanted to press his lips, although they were chapped and cracked, not to mention probably crusted with dried blood from his habit of chewing on them, against that other male’s. He wanted to feel the warmth continue to expel off his body, mingling with his, making his body feel overheated, which of course would cause his face to flush. He didn’t find such things pretty, but if it got this guy any closer to him, Kiku was willing to tear off all his clothes and run butt-naked down the halls.

…okay maybe not that, but he was willing to do almost anything, within reason, to get the wild haired, beautifully exotic man against him, letting him ravish his body and do such-

A cold air swept around him, erasing all thoughts he had of the man. He was cold and breath no longer brushed teasingly past his cheek…that meant he moved. Sorrow washed over the small boy, choking him like one would choke when trying to take a lungful of air when you are underwater. It hurt. Like a slap across the face. It stung, that slap. Like cold water waking you up on an equally frigid morning. Or being plunged into the waters of the North Pole in only a pair of underwear to keep your unmentionables somewhat intact. It stung and it hurt and it burned. It burned…hot water so hot it was ice cold. Until it was taken out of the water…and then…it stung and burned and hurt so bad you wanted to whimper in pain.

Exactly how Kiku felt. Like being taken out of the ice cold, hot water and feeling the aftermath of what happened to him.

“…I guess.” Kiku caught the last of what the male he wished for so badly, say to the scary blue haired man. With a frown he tried to recall what they were talking about, but all his questions died on his lips when the flaming auburn haired male took out a knife. Out of reflex, Kiku sprang back, pressing himself against the wall and let out a low whimper, eyes wide, staring at the gleaming sharp blade.

Bad thoughts Kiku, don’t think about them. he mumbled in his head, not realizing he had said them aloud as well.

He relaxed, however; when the blade was used to cut through the bonds that tied the blue haired male’s hands together. He watched the whole ordeal, his eyes staring at the blade for most of the time. When he finally dared to look up, muti-colored eyes looked back at him. Immediately a blush erupted over Kiku’s face, flushing his cheeks, and the tips of his ears, a dark pink color.

“My name’s Airm. As you probably deduced by now, I'm Irish, the multi-color eyed male spoke, a slight accent showing through.

Sexy… Kiku thought without a moments hesitation.

“And if your accents are anything to go by, you are all American…Or at the very least, we happen to be in America. Now then, what are you names? Again his, Airm’s, eyes landed on Kiku. Gathering up some courage, he managed to smile back at him, raising his hand in a small wave.

Clearing his throat he looked from Airm to the other male, “I…well…my name is…its Kiku. I am Japanese-American…and I um…well…that’s…” he flushed and looked down, “that’s…kind of all you…need…its all you need to know about me.” he finished in a rush, his exhale pushing all the words into a stream of nonsense. Blushing an even deeper shade of red, Kiku shuffled his feet and didn’t dare look up.

What if Airm was watching him? Oh…what was he going to do with Airm?