imbrii (imbrii) wrote in imbrication, @ 2007-12-11 13:37:00 |
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Current mood: | blah |
Current music: | Vienna Teng - Shine |
Air Gear - Drought
Series: Air Gear
Characters: Kazu, Spitfire
Pairing: Spitfire+Kazu
Type: angst, missing scene
Warnings: Loose grasp of characterization as it's my first attempt.
Spoilers: Major spoiler for ch162 and thereabouts. Also won't make any sense out of context.
Word Count: 250
Etc: Because I swear this is what really happened in canon, or it could've and nobody would've been surprised. I also had to express my love for Air Gear somehow.
“Damn you! I’m not, I can’t be—” Kazu didn’t want to believe, because he didn’t want to think about what
came next.
“I chose you,” interrupted Spitfire, grabbing his collar and kissing him with all the heat of a last hurrah. Kazu sat there, wide-eyed and unable to think, time slowing to a crawl (like it had in the fight. The fight they were losing, that seemed as distant as the stars while Aeon Clock stalled for time.)
His mind scrambled to react but all he could think was how Spitfire smelled like smoke and tasted like blood and ash, how it was as raw and desperate as he felt, how Spitfire’s hair was baby-soft and sooty as it tickled his face.
Numb hands clutched the ATs shoved into them.
“Take good care of them, Kazu,” the former Flame King said as he pulled back, the curve of his lip slipping towards resignation. “I know you’ll make a good successor. You’ll burn brighter than I ever did.”
“But—” I don’t deserve your sacrifice.
Spitfire winked as he stood up, wagging his finger. “No takebacks. That’d be rude.”
Then he was gone, leaving Kazu holding the precious regalia in a dirty alleyway.
It took a moment for it to sink in.
Spitfire was never coming back.
“You stole my first kiss, asshole!” he hissed into the still-warm wheels, ignoring the hot tears trailing down his cheeks.
There was a time when I was said to be needed by someone