Karma was awoken by constant pounding on his apartment front door.
âWho.. who the fuck⌠wakes me up at-â The redheaded man looked at his clock on his night stand â8 AM?!â
The man rolled out of bed, stomping over to his front door muttering every cuss word in his vocabulary in every language he knew. The wood of his floor was creaking and the stomps echoed through the hall he was stomping through, and bursted into the mudroom which contained the front door. He threw the door open, and glared at the person there.
âWho the hell are you?!â He hissed, but a bit of his anger melted away when he saw it was just a student. The teen had blond hair and chocolate brown eyes, which were wide and piercing into Karmaâs.
âAre you Akabane Karma?â They asked, with such strength in their voice that Karma hadnât heard in a long time.
âThis kid..heâs kinda like him..â The redhead thought, then leaned on the door frame.
âYeah, thatâs me. Who are you, child?â Karma was very sure that this boy was about to punch him. The teen breathed heavily and looked down, scuffing his feet along the floor.
âIâm not that much younger than you..â He grumbled, and Karma smirked.
âReally? Are you sure? Because, youâre wearing a school uniform and Iâm 29.â The redhead stifled his laughter as the teen breathed heavily, watching as his foot tapped furiously.
âMy name is Masaki..â The teen said, then looked up at the man with sad eyes. There was a pain in Karmaâs heart.. and he couldnât quite explain why.
â..but you know me as Gakushuu.â
Oh. Thatâs why.
Karma stared at the other blankly, processing everything. This.. was Gakushuu? Gakushuu has been dead for 14 years, that canât be right. Gakushuu sure as hell didnât have blond hair, but tangerine hair. It was the attitude that got Karma.. the way he carried himself how he spoke. That look in his eyes that had the redhead melt like a popsicle on the Fourth of July.. all he could say was
âProve itâ
The blond inhaled deeply and he spoke
âOur first date was a Wax Museum, you have a middle name for some strange reason, your parents rarely were home, our first kiss was on a rollercoaster because I couldnât stop screeching, you used to have a huge crush on Sailor Mercury, we planned to have seven children- daughters named Sakura, Maki, and Yona and then sons named Asahi, Tachihara and then twins who we raised with Korean language and traditions named Saeran and Saeyoung. The way you asked me out was kidnapping my friends, then forcing them to sing a song you wrote and choreographed, which I still think is fucking insane. Then.. the first time we made love was in a cut off section of a playscape we used to go to when we were little, and we made the little kids think the place was possessed with all the moans, then-â
Karma cut off the boy by grabbing his face and leaning down, kissing him roughly. The blond began to tear up, and let the tears stream down his cheeks as he kissed back. His arms made their way across the manâs waist, his fingers digging into his shirt and holding on tightly as they kissed.
The redhead pulled away and stroked the otherâs cheek, putting their foreheads together as his eyes bore into the otherâs.
âWas that legal?â Karma asks, getting a vigorous head shake from the other.
âNot at allâ Gakushuu laughs, and Karma nods.
âYeah.. yeah I thought so. Thatâs cool.â The redhead says, then breathlessly kissed him again. He pulled the blond into his apartment, pushing him up against the wall and pressing their bodies together. He moved his hand to the golden buttons of the teenâs over shirt, but was pushed away with a great strength that the redhead had hoped to have gone away.
âWe canâtâ the blond boy hisses, and Karma tilted his eyes.
âWhy?â He asked, and was the punched in the arm.
âIn this body I am fourteen, Karma. Just the fact that you kissed me could get you arrested for years- and I refuse to lose you again.â The blond cried, and the redhead was taken aback.
âYou lost me? Really? You.. were the one that lost me. Gakushuu, you didnât have to sit through my funeral and get blamed for a death that you didnât have anything to do with. You didnât have to hold me as I died, or have to explain to our parents that the two of us were fighting and thats why Ren ended up swerving off the road. You werenât the one that lost me, Shuu, I lost youâ The redhead says, crying at the memory.
âBut Karma.. you arenât the only one that lost things. I lost my life.. my memories. When I was first coming back the only thing you were to me was a reoccurring dream. I remeber I was about eight when your name finally came to me, and I didnât understand. It wasnât until two years ago that I understood who you were, and how important you were to me. I had forgotten everything I was⌠and now Iâm about to go to a school for juvenile delinquents. I have horrible grades, a horrible reputation, and I have like three friends. Karma, I set a guy on fire last week.Donât cry to me about losing things because you lost one person, but I had lost everything!â The teen cries, and Karma stared at him, the two of the crying silently.âGakushuuâŚâ The redhead held his arms open and the blond went into them, and they hugged eachother tightly.
âIâm sorry⌠can we.. can we just agree to not let that happen again?â The older man looked down at the boy, and seeing him staring back with a smile.
âKarma.. â The boy whispers âIâd like nothing moreâ
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