#kamijoxmana

[the-damnedest-creature]

I tried to improv Kamijo and Mana dancing but I did a Shit Job

[drabbles-of-a-prince]

A Touch of Romance

It was miserable.

The sky was overcast and filled with discoloured clouds that leaked from every pore. Puddles grew and grew, borderlining on being small streams along the path. Not only was the weather hardly cheerful but the temperature was not helping either. Along with the rain was a harsh, piercingly cold breeze. Not a good day for Mana to forget his umbrella and be having his coat cleaned.

He opened his eyes and peered at the rain still falling, quizzically. He then glanced up, noticing an umbrella over him. He looked to his left from the corners of his eyes, seeing a beautiful blonde haired man holding the umbrella over him. The blonde smiled to Mana, then took his hand, placing it around the umbrella handle whilst he took off his coat and placed it around Mana's shoulders. "You will catch your death." He said, taking the umbrella back to hold it. Mana couldn't help but stare at the, now damp, tall blonde. He was the perfect height, only slightly towering over the dark-haired Prince, and he dressed well in smart-casual. There was a scarf around his neck that covered his chin when ever he looked out at eye-level. His skin was a soft pale colour, however it had slightly reddened on his cheeks due to the cold. His eyes were a baby-blue, making his gaze gentle and tender, and judging by the sunglasses on his, now flattening, blonde hair, he was wearing those. To put it simply, he was beautiful.

"KAMIJO." He said after a few moments of waiting with Mana, their arms touching as they both tried to huddle under the cover, causing Mana to snap out of his daze. Mana stayed quiet for a moment, almost not understanding his random outburst. That was until his brain caught up with him and he realised it was a name. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a taxi pulled up. "Mana?" The driver said. Mana nodded, handing back the stranger his coat and umbrella. He climbed in to the taxi. Mana nodded in thanks as the driver started to pull away. It seemed he was going to be thinking of that man constantly...

[drabbles-of-a-prince]

The Prince leaned his cheek against his first, propped up upon a table as he flicked through an old magazine in disinterest. His eyes scanned each word and picture as he waited for his coffee to cool down, it was not like he cared about what was written in there... Until he came across a certain article. 

Across the table sat a rather confused looking Mana, finishing a small bowl of rice as he watched his lover throw a tantrum. He turned his head some, glancing to the discarded magazine to find some clue. Ah, he should have known. The guitarist tutted to himself, shaking his head ever-so lightly at the fan-exaggerated article. He stood and pushed out the chair he sat on, standing behind the vocalist and draping his arms around his shoulders.

The vocalist sighed, again, leaning back in to the man behind him. His fingertips traced the curve of the guitarist's thin wrists before gripping them and drawing his arms round himself tighter. He turned his head to touch his nose to the guitarist's cheek, finally bringing himself to speak. "It is everywhere." He murmured, earning a small squeeze from his lover. "Yes. I know." The guitarist replied, gently. "It is always him." The vocalist said, his voice getting louder. The guitarist nodded and lifted a hand to pet the top of the vocalists head. "Why is it always him? Why are you always pictured with him?" The vocalist growled lightly, extending one of his hands in frustration and swiping the cup of coffee off the table, it smashing on the floor in to fragments of porcelain. He brought both hands to his face, exhaling heavily. "Why must it be that way..?" The guitarist frowned some, lifting his delicate hands to reveal the vocalist's face. He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of KAMIJO's face and held the vocalist's hands in his. "Remember who you are sitting with, Yuuji." The guitarist said. "Ironic." The Prince gave in, lifting his gaze to his lover's face, standing and embracing him, tightly.  "I love you." "I know."