Kiss Me Goodbye [A Sawada Tsunayoshi Oneshot]

You say my love is all you need

To see you through

But I know these words are not quite true

“Please.”

His sienna eyes begged for you to stay, they begged for you to forgive him. You knew he had something going on behind your back, it wasn’t a girl but you knew it was something dangerous if his rugged form didn’t tell you enough.

“I cannot live without you, without your love, please [Name]…”

With a small sigh, you smiled softly and accepted him into your arms once more. You knew he wouldn’t lie to you and he did such things to keep you safe.

But what he had said, you could tell in your heart that…

He could live without you but he just doesn’t know it yet.

Here is the path you're looking for

An open door

Leading to worlds you long to explore

Go--if you must move on alone

I'm gonna make it on my own

“Go, they need you.”

You were never one for holding him back. You ushering him towards the door with a cheery grin. Tsuna looked at you worriedly, his eyes searching your form for any signs of hurt or doubt. With a sigh you assured him once more that you’ll be okay on your own and you had Natsu.

 With a passionate kiss he left you on the door step, promising to return as soon as possible.

Kiss me goodbye, love's memory

Follow your heart and find your destiny

Don't shed a tear for love's mortality

For you put the dream in my reality

“[Name]…”

His voice cracked as he stared at the note on the floor.

You’d left to protect him.

As time goes by, I know you'll see this as me

I loved you enough to let you go free

Go--I will give you wings to fly

Cast all your fears into the sky

It’s been a year since you’ve left. He was still searching.

Today was the anniversary of your disappearance.

The orange coloured box sat on his table, the familiar neat handwriting on the card made his heart swell with hope. Against Gokurdera’s warning, the brown haired boy had opened the box. It contained a stainless steel charm on a necklace, in a form of a pair of elegant wings.

“Fly high into the skies, my love.”

Kiss me goodbye, love's mystery

All of my life I'll hold you close to me

Don't shed a tear for love's mortality

For you put the dream in my reality

Twenty One.

He wished for you to be there with him when he had blown out the candles on his birthday cake.

He had met you when he was 16. Kyoko was long gone by then, he only saw her as a friend and you came into the picture. You were always there, supporting him even when he was down, reminding him that he could be better than what he was.

He owed you a lot.

“Tsuna, there’s something that came in the mail for you,” Nana told the male, passing the small package to him. Tsuna took it with a smile, thanking his mom before opening the package.

To Tsuna and the Family,

The first CD, labled: Family, please watch it with everyone. As for the second one, it’s a present for Tsuna. Happy Birthday!!

–[Name]

“Guys!! We’ve got something from [Name]!!”

The announcement made everyone rush towards the brown haired Vongola, causing a small outbreak of excitement. Everyone urged the boy to insert the CD into the player as they sat in the family room. Turing the TV on, everyone stared at the screen as you stared back.

“Is it recording?”

You had asked with a smile, and then looked right at the camera.

They could see how much you’ve changed, you were looking pale and fragile but your cheery smile still stayed the same.

“It’s been two years!! I hope you’re all doing well!! As you can see I am a little bit sick at the moment haha. I really do miss you guys.”

Everyone had looked at Tsuna silently as he stared at the television; it was like a dream to be able to see you.

“Truth is, I don’t really have much time and I wanted to let everyone know that I really love you all and thank you… for all the wonderful memories and adventures.”

At this point your eyes had begun to water, you smile broke a little.

The tension in the room rose as you continued.

“I’ve been diagnose with a rare disease since I was a child and the doctors had said I would only live up to 10 years at most but I showed them right? Haha”

The pain that you’ve been hiding and keeping to yourself…

“This year will be my last.”

You wiped the stray tear that fell with a grin.

“And don’t you all start babbling and crying you hear? I expect smiles!! Yes even from you Gokudera!!”

Kiss me goodbye, love's memory

You put the dream in my reality

After the video, Haru and Kyoko had decided to excuse themselves first and after that almost everyone had gone home, the shock still hasn’t set in yet but when it did… the anger and pain started.

Tsuna sat up in his room, door locked and laptop on. Holding in his tears he inserted the 2^nd CD that came with the package.

“Hey there Tsu-chan, I know you must be pretty shocked and angry. I don’t blame you since I took the coward’s way out. I didn’t want anyone to worry or baby me. You were all busy after all… and really I didn’t want you to ever see me frail and helpless.”

You joked with a grin. He could tell you had recorded this earlier, before the disease had gotten to you.

“I want you to remember me as… the healthy and cheerful idiot that forgives you for everything, even coming to dates a day late.”

He remembered, that day they had a fight with a rival family and had missed a date with you. He smiled.

“You are the most wonderful boyfriend I’ve ever had. You’re smart, handsome and full of awesome! Don’t you ever forget that!!”

He chuckled bitterly and nodded.

“Remember those wings that I gave you? They belonged to my mother, she had given them to me for protection and in hopes that I would be able to live life fearlessly. Now I pass those hopes on to you. ”

His hand clenched on to the charm around his neck, the cold steel in his clammy palms.

“So for your 21^st birthday, I wanted to present you with a song, a performance of sorts!!”

Your soothing voice had sung the lullaby.

“You put the dream… in my reality…”

As the last verse was sung, he noticed your teary eyes.

“I love you, Sawada Tsunayoshi.”

It ended.

The tears began falling from his hazel coloured orbs and he shouted in frustration, his fist making harsh contact with the table he leaned on. That night he broke down for the first time in 2 years.

A month later the letters were received.

The location of your grave was listed.


A/N: This isn't one of the best fics but recently I had the urge to replay FF12 (the gameplay sucks but I play if for Fran and Balthier lol). Kiss Me Goodbye by Angela Aki has always been my favourite of all the Final Fantasy sound tracks. It was the song that made the most impression on me and really this fanfiction does not do justice to it.

I thought about a sad love story for this song and somehow it reminded me of Tsuna. I haven't really written a Tsuna fanfiction before (I'm more used to writing brash and harsh characters like Gokudera or Hibari) so I'm sorry if he seems OOC. Critiques are accepted with open arms :D

Naughty Or Nice [Enma X OC] [Part 1]

(A/N: Part 2 shall be more detailed... hahaha >///<)

“Of all the days to fall sick Enma…,” the girl sighed, removing the warm towel on his forehead “Sorry,” the redhead murmured into his covers timidly, his cheeks were tinted red from the fever that was plaguing him at the moment. “Tell that to Adelheid, she’s the one having to explain to everyone at the Christmas party why you’re not able to attend, jeez, you’re already 20!! Don’t you know how to take care of yourself?” she asked poking his ribs through the thick layer of blankets, tickling him a little.

He mentally grinned, watching as she scolded him, she really did look cute when she was angry. “What with that silly smile? Are you even listening to me?” she asked, frowning at him, her brows furrowed in irritation, pink lips curved into a scowl “Yes I am,” he replied lightly, watching as she tuck her ebony locks behind her ears.

“And you’re supposed to be the older one,” she pointed out.

He nodded with a slight ‘mm’ sound from his throat acknowledging the fact, that he indeed was two years older than her yet acted like a child. Though it was the only way he could get her attention, if he hadn’t fallen sick, he wouldn’t have been able to spend time with her alone. Being a mafia boss and going to university takes a toll on you after all and she was still in college herself. The two were always so busy that they didn’t have much time to spend with each other.

It was a silly crush at first, back when he was still in junior high, he was a senior and she was a freshman. She was part of the school’s Health Committee and First Aid Team and he was Loser Enma after all, he was bound to get into an accident here or there so he was frequently at the infirmary where she volunteered at during the school breaks and after hours.

Kawamura Chou was the first girl he’s befriended on his own without any help from his family or friends. She was also his first crush, not his first girlfriend but definitely his first love and if he could have it his way, she would be his last.

“Sleep,” she commanded, sitting beside his bed with a book in her lap, her onyx eyes scanning the pages quickly. “I can’t, I’ve been sleeping the whole day,” he whined, throwing the covers off his pyjamas clad body.

“And it’s really stuffy with the covers.”

“Is it?”

She asked with a smile. He nodded.

“Good.”

“Chou is so mean…,” he sulked turning his back to her “If you’ve got any other better ideas to get yourself sweaty without getting out of bed then please suggest them,” she smirked “Oh? I have a really good idea but I’m not sure if you’ll agree to it,” he played along with a smirk of his own “Hmm it depends doesn’t it? If you’ve been naughty or nice?” she teased, placing her book down “I’ve been a very nice boy this year,” he chuckled, manoeuvring himself to the side to make more space on the single bed.

“If I catch your cold, you’re going to have to nurse me back to health,” she smiled as he placed a kiss on her forehead “I don’t mind, that way I’d get to spend more time with you,” he hummed, pulling her closer. “You’ll have a lot more responsibilities soon, once you graduate,” she stated with a warm smile, cuddling into his toned chest “That’s why you should spend more time with me instead of studying,” he playfully reprimanded her, giving her a small pout.

She grinned and kissed him, her lips covering his own in a passionate hold.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” the redhead asked his girlfriend, a little breathless from their long session of tongue wars. He rolled over to top her “Why good sir, that line is over used don’t you think?” she asked with a cheeky smile, lying beneath him reminded her of how tall he’s grown over the years. He wasn’t Loser Enma anymore. He’s grown stronger not only physically but mentally as well, not to mention he’s handsome to boot!

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” he murmured with warm lips on her skin.

“I love you.”

“I’m going to cry if you keep being so sweet, love,” she whispered softly, her irises filled with warmth and affection that words wouldn’t be able to describe, “I love you too.”

She shivered as his warm hands came into contact with her skin beneath her shirt, he chuckled lightly at the blush that decorated her cheeks when he cupped her mounds of flesh, lightly squeezing them through the lacy material.  The small gasp left her lips while his knee placed between her legs had gently pressed against her warmth, sending a small wave of pleasure through her body. “You’re so sensitive,” he whispered in delight, his warm breath grazing her ear, his tongue darting out to lave the shell of her ear tenderly. She removed her shirt when he had tugged persistently on it, insisting that she throw it off along with the lingerie she donned, after all, he found her the most attractive naked, bare in her own skin. Enma quickly removed his shirt; the heat was beginning to become unbearable by each second. He let her hands roam his form, caressing his toned chest down to his stomach before reaching the hem of his pants. It was her turn to make him blush, her hand slipping past the elastic waistband, gently stroking his hard shaft.

The sheen of sweat covered their bare bodies, glistening under the fluorescent light that lit the room. The soft mewls and erotic moans that left her plum lips were like a drug, he was addicted to it, her husky voice calling out his name repeatedly like a mantra. Licking down the valley of her breast, his slim digits had slowly made their way down to her wet core, gently caressing the sex in a teasing manner, fuelling her desire for him even more than before.

“Enma,” she begged, her core ached with want, her hips arching up pushing herself against his hand.

He covered her lips with his own in a demanding kiss. Pushing two of his fingers into the slick opening, she nearly screamed from the pleasure that surged through her body, her toes curled in bliss when he began pumping his fingers into her tight sheath. She moaned gratefully into the kiss, her hands tangling in his crimson locks. “Still so tight,” he groaned, breaking the kiss to add another digit into her opening. “Hnn, no more Enma, I’ll come,” she protested whilst he rubbed the small erected love button with his thumb, his fingers skilfully kneading the soft insides of her core. “Ahn Enma, please!!” she pled but to no avail, he continued his expert ministrations, building up the warm tension in her stomach and sending her into euphoria. She screamed his name as she climaxed, her eyes rolling to the back off the head at the pure ecstasy that ran through her body. Her hands had gripped on to his shoulders, her nails biting into his pale skin, leaving the crescent shaped marks behind.

She panted softly, her cheeks flushed from the activity they’ve been indulging themselves in. The corners of his lips curved into a seductive smirk, removing his fingers from her sex, he brought them up to his lips, allowing the pink muscle in his mouth to lap up the salty-sweet liquid at a leisurely pace. The shade of red on her cheeks turned darker as she watched him, his lustful gaze pulling her deep into his carnal desires.

It’s going to be a long night.

Voice

A/N: I don't really know, I was just writing and this came out haha
Warnings: Nothing really... other than it's really really short.

Walking down the dark streets, he shuddered, turning his head around to catch the flicker of lights of the lamppost.

I’m just paranoid… it’s nothing.

The harsh cold wind blew against his lean form, maybe it wasn’t a good idea for him to take a walk in the middle of the night.

But there was something.

Calling…

Calling out to him…

Help me

“Where are you?” he asked softly, the warm air from his lips created small puffs of white against the night’s cold air.

Help…

He continued walking, his shoes making a light clicks against the dark cobblestone streets.

Searching for the owner of the alluring voice in his mind… 

-Naito-

Ultimatum, a Jonghyun/Jinki fic.

Rating: K
Warnings: Boy's love. Also, I get the distinct feeling that I plagiarized this from somewhere...
Summary: There is only so much the heart can take.

Disclaimed.


It starts with a dream--a dream and a determination to achieve that dream.

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"I want to go to the countryside," Jonghyun says, so Jinki lets him.
"I want to go around the entire country," Jonghyun says, so Jinki lets him.
"I want to go around the entire world," Jonghyun says. So Jinki lets him.


It hurts a little more each time, a small chip to his heart, to himself. But this is his dream. This is what he always wanted, and I don't want our relationship to be a burden.

I don't want to be a burden.
I don't want him to abandon me.

---

"Are you leaving again?" Are you leaving me again?

"Yeah. I'll be back in three weeks." I'm sorry.

---

He says he wants to fly, so Jinki lets him. And Jonghyun is contented with the knowledge that he will wait.

But what if Jinki grows tired of waiting? What if he wants to give up? What Jonghyun doesn't know is that beneath Jinki's acceptance lies a gnawing exhaustion. He thinks this has been going on for far too long. His rationality tells him that this relationship has been nothing but give, give, give, and his resources have run out. His heart has been cracked beyond repair, his pride discarded, and now he's looking back at the path he's taken and he wants everything again. Maybe it's time to be selfish.

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"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I really, really love you."

"Me too."

Jonghyun falls asleep with a smile on his face and has pleasant dreams. At the airport, Jinki smiles and waves at him (he has that smile that reaches his eyes and turns them into tiny crescents, the kind of smile Jonghyun absolutely adores). They kiss and hug and bid their goodbyes, and as Jonghyun boards the plane, he absentmindedly thinks of buying Jinki the moon.

There is a tremble in his veins. Jonghyun thinks it's a sign of something good.

---

Three weeks later, Jonghyun calls Jinki, a wide grin on his face and his heart on his sleeve. Jinki doesn't pick up, but Jonghyun tells himself that that's okay, he was planning to surprise him anyway.

Five hours later, he arrives at their apartment and knocks. Jinki doesn't answer so Jonghyun lets himself in with the spare key hidden underneath the mat, pushing nervous thoughts to the back of his mind as he pushes the key in and strides over the threshold.

Five minutes later, Jonghyun walks into an empty room. Everything is in place, everything is in order, but it feels disjointed and wrong. There is an obvious Jinki-shaped gap in the air.

Five seconds later, Jonghyun's world falls to dust.

Author's Note: Bleh. I don't like how this turned out but oh well :|

WIP #2, AkuRoku.

Rating: NC-17. Was supposed to be my first attempt at smut. Needless to say, I chickened out. /shot'd
Warnings: Gay. Gay. Boys Love, Hardcore. Xemnas (mansex). Stuff. Also a WIP. You know what that means! :D
Summary: Axel is a sex addict.
Disclaimed.


Axel didn't know when it had started. It was like that first snuff of bittersweet cigarettes. It was like the joy provided by ecstasy or heroin or cocaine, the tendrils growing longer and longer, alluring and hypnotizing and reaching into the confines of his conscious, ripping out his sanity and licking the remaining shards of his conscience. There would be no worries, no regrets, nothing at all--only pure unadulterated pleasure.

"More...more...!"

Mind and mouth in sync, a litany of want flooding his head. In here, only his satisfaction mattered. In here, he could focus on the sound of sweat-slicked skin slapping against sweat-slicked skin, on the tangy smell of raw sex, on the exhilarating feeling of going so high that falling is nonexistent. In here, outside didn't matter.

"I'm--" Grunt. "fuck," whimper, "nng--ah...ah! H-harder! Harder!"

WIP #1, AkuRoku.

Rating: T. Though if it were continued, then it's likely to turn into an NC-17 (which would be my first attempt at smut, whoop-de-doo).
Warnings: Well...WIP, work-in-progress, an old one at that. May never be continued. Ever. Other than that, yeah, the gay is sort of implied. And slight religion-bashing in a way. I do not mean to offend, it's just something I feel that Axel would do. Dx
Summary: Axel sees a strange boy on top of the church rooftop.
Disclaimed.




It all started on a Sunday.

Axel wasn't the godliest of men--as if his facial tattoos and wild unkempt mane didn't already prove that-but the thing was, he loved his mother, and damn it all to hell if the woman began shedding melodramatic tears of pseudo-scorn.

So he obeyed his mother's whims and went to church, tattoos and all, and he was stared at but honestly, he hardly gave a damn. The combined stench of congregation, unconditional acceptance, and Sunday's Best Clothes nauseated him, the consisted "healing music" pounded on the pipe organ worsened his migraine, but the redhead had promised to himself (and to his mom) that he would be a man about this--that he would faithfully listen to the sermon and pray and open his heart up to the Lord like the nice, obedient son she knew he really was deep deep inside.

Axel promised he wouldn't freak out about that either.

But the boredom was inevitable, and the redhead was by no means a patient man. Very audible groaning was prevented by the temporary satisfaction of picturing saints in positions inspired by softcore Youtube porn. It was in his process of mentally desecrating the priest's face when Axel caught a blond glint reflected by the tinted glass out of the corner of his eye, when he turned his head up back during prayer time and saw what was apparent death-defying acrobatics being performed a hundred and fifty feet in the air.

So, yeah, it all started on a Sunday.

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It was purely by chance that Axel was on the rooftop at approximately the same time as the young acrobat. At least, that was what he told himself over and over, believing that if he repeated it enough times, it would transform into a truth--a perversion of lies. Coincidence, really, and nothing more.

"You shouldn't be up here."

Just a second of eye contact to tell the watcher that he didn't give a damn, before returning his concentration to more important things, like scaling the steep ledge.

Axel tried again. "Hey, what's your name?"

Total ignorance. Not even a glance. Axel supposed he should have been insulted by this, but feelings of irritation were hushed with the sound of shoes skidding on pavement accompanied with the zoomed image of flexing muscles. Green eyes were glued onto the other's neck, a constant beating vein decorated by glittering beads of sweat that hypnotized its audience in the most captivating way. Then everything stopped, a frozen moment in time as the blond properly looked at him, God, finally, and Axel held his breath as the other opened his mouth and then--

---

Looking back, Axel would realize that the constricting of his chest was disappointment. Only disappointment.

---

"Sora."

"Ah, Sora. I'm Axel. Got it memorized?"

The name tasted bitter in his mouth.

I'm So Sorry!!

Somehow blogger has changed quite a few things on their template kouhai-chan, so it's going to take time for me to figure out OTL

On the other hand this will be our temporary template :D
It's red and swirlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~

-Naito-