Snippet #1839517

Kiku Suzuki

Kiku was still holding onto Airm’s shirt; his safety blanket of sorts. He wanted to ask the new stranger all kinds of things, but knew that it wouldn’t do him any good, or be good for anyone else.

He was useless in ever sense of the word. Everyone and their dead great-grandmothers knew that fact. Kiku himself knew that in situations like these, he was useless. Even as his past self, awkward meetings were never something he understood. However the old Kiku could prove to be useful in a fight, but the person he is now…couldn’t last a second without getting killed in some shape or form.

“Speak” the scary blue haired man, Statix, commanded to the strange boy.

Kiku jumped startled and tightened his grip on Airm’s shirt. He didn’t like Statix. He seemed like the type of person that wouldn’t hesitate to kill another innocent human being if they so much angered the temperamental boy.

Kiku didn’t notice anything else until an earsplitting shriek filled the air. It managed to penetrate through his headphones and wander into his overly sensitive ears. Immediately the young blond collapsed to the floor, blood welling up in his ears and staining the insides of his precious headphones. His life line.

He curled into the floor, whimpering softly, inaudible due to the loud screeching coming from the alarm. Kiku was able to dimly feel the wetness of blood slipping from his headphones and down his neck, but the pain was too great to even feel disgusted at it.

Curling into a tighter ball, Kiku heard Airm walk up to him, the rustle of his clothes as he bent down and-

It was gone. Not the alarm, but the other sounds. In his hazy state Kiku managed to figure out that the copper haired boy had pressed his headphones more firmly against his ears, as well as picked him up.

With slow and pain laced movements, Kiku wrapped his arms around Airm’s neck and let out a long and shuddering breath against his skin. He felt himself being shifted in his captor, or savior’s, arms and let out a soft whimper of protest and tightened his arms briefly, his pale cheek resting on Airm’s shoulder.

As the older boy continued to somehow press Kiku’s headphones against his head, the smaller boy was trying to shake himself out of his dream-like state and activate his powers. It took longer than he would have liked, but once Kiku saw the spectrum of colors float behind his closed eyes, he relaxed and focused on the softest and most rhythmic sounds he could find; the sound of footsteps, the rustle of clothes, panting breaths.

And then there was a faint crash that could be heard…

….that was when Kiku’s body could no longer take it. Within seconds of activating his powers, his was unconscious.