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Jean Valjean's Last Wish, and the Knock at the Door. Volume 5, Book 9, Chapter 3.
Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.
Does anyone else need a glass of water?
Happy Birthday Sammy!
2nd May 1983
I don’t think my art style change much even 4 years have passed???
Like, it look that same???? I’m not even sure anymore ;w;
Hello my dear Fra-chan!! I hope you're not too busy anymore with the exams, I miss your writings of AkaMido so here I am your trash requester lol. Can you pretty please do "I love you" prompt no. 29 "Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey" for AkaMido?? Thank you so much as always! <3
Hi sweetheart! How are you? I’m sorry for this long wait, I hope everything is fine. Since today is Halloween and I haven’t prepared anything, I decided to answer your prompt giving it a little of spice and atmosphere. So…Halloween AU? Ok, it ended up more angsty than creepy maybe, I hope you don’t mind it! If you are not happy with it, let me know and I’ll write you something better.
(Yes, the Ballad of The Robin is my original creation!)
Have a nice day!
AkaMido, Vampire!Akashi x Human!Midorima, Reincarnation, Angst, Supernatural, Folklore,
The Ballad of The Robin
In the deepest forest of the kingdom, a lonely soul wandered in silence as time passed slowly.
He was strolling under the grey sky, humming an ancient song about a tragic pair of lovers who were divided by a cruel fate, when he heard unexpected sounds. He stopped and tilted the head, red eyes sparkling with sudden curiosity.
Branches cracking, footsteps in the mud, heavy breaths.
A figure tumbled out of some bushes and cursed.
The red-hair guy stopped midway and observed the stranger wobbling to get on his feet again.
“Who are you?” The other boy exclaimed, surprise written all over his face. He had funny round glasses and green, sharp eyes.
The red-head showed a faint smile and bowed his head a little.
“Just a wanderer. My name is Akashi.”
The other boys straightened and scrunched his nose, suspicious. He eyed the black cloak that covered the other boy and his red eyes.
“No one wanders here, they’re all scared,” he replied stiffly, fixing his glasses.
“Yet, here you are,” Akashi chuckled softly, inhaling the sweet scent the human released.
The green-head puffed out his chest.
“Because I’m not some stupid, naïve child,” he explained, “There’s nothing to fear here and I’ve an important research to finish. These herbs I’ve found could save millions of lives.”
“Ah?” Akashi took a step forward, curious, “Haven’t you heard the stories?”
“I’m a man of science, I don’t believe in fairy tales,” he grumbled offended.
“They say vampires wander in this forest,” Akashi hummed, stepping close.
“They say a lot of things, but a bunch of lies won’t keep me from researching.”
Akashi let out a small laughter.
“May I know your name, man of science?”
Midorima frowned a bit, feeling a strange pull toward the unknown wanderer. Yet, his instincts were screaming to run away.
“Midorima, Midorima Shintarou.”
“Well, Midorima,” Akashi inched closer again and opened his arms, “You’ll discover soon this forest offers much more than your herbs.” And he smiled, fangs shining under the clouded winter sky.
“So, you don’t burn under the sunlight?” Midorima asked, seated comfortably in the armchair of Akashi’s library. Snow fell outside the windows, but the fireplace kept the room warm.
The young nobleman chuckled and shook his head.
“No.”
“Garlic?”
“I like it?”
“Sacred water?”
“I don’t feel the difference.”
Midorima sighed heavily, shaking his head. He was a professor, a home-tutor for young nobles that wanted to sharpen their minds. Not a…
“…vampire tutor. I’m tutoring a vampire.” An incredibly dangerous, alluring vampire.
Akashi laughed and stood up, reaching Midorima in an unnatural silence. He kneeled in front of him.
“And that’s only the start,” he whispered in a soft voice, taking the man’s hand in his.
Midorima clenched his jaw. He should have retracted his hand. He should have walked out of that creepy mansion and fled to the nearest church. Yet, something in the red eyes of the vampire kept him there. Something familiar, something bitter and sweet at the same time.
“Dear Midorima, have you ever heard of the Ballad of The Robin?”
The light of the candle flickered quietly in the dark bedroom. Two men were lying on the white mattress under heavy blankets, naked limbs entangled and synchronized breathes.
“One day, the Robin,” Akashi hummed tracing invisible patterns on Midorima’s shoulder, “fell in love with the Goddess of Winter.”
His lover tilted the head curiously, letting the soothing voice of his partner captivate his attention. He had been a librarian for all his life and had read thousands and thousands of books. Yet, Akashi always seemed to know something new, something more. Privileges of having lived through history.
“He shouldn’t have seen her. Nobody could meet the Gods, it was a sacred rule to keep the two worlds apart. But the small Robin was brave and foolish and had waited for the clouds full of snow to cover the Moon to fly where the Goddess was. The snow fell where she walked and a cold wind froze the dying trees as she breathed, yet the young maiden wore a lonely expression that pained the Robin. Therefore, he sang a sweet melody, staying hidden between the branches of a high tree. The young maiden was surprised at first, but the song was so sweet and warm that she forgave the Robin and let him sing.
The robin came every night, as soon as the clouds covered the Moon, and sang for the lonely Goddess of Winter; she fell in love with the small Robin, her only companion during those cold, cold nights and granted his wish to have a human form every time they meet.”
Midorima exhaled a long sigh.
“I don’t know this ballad, but I’m afraid it won’t end well…”
Akashi smiled sadly, leaving a feather-like kiss on his forehead, and continued humming.
“But one day, the Wind of The Spring came and blew the clouds away. The two lovers, caught in each other, didn’t notice and the Moon saw them meeting and making love. The Moon call all the Gods and revealed the violation of the sacred rules. They wanted to kill the small Robin, but the young maiden pleaded them to spare him and offered her life instead. Moved by her pure love, they decided to give the two lovers a different punishment. The Robin would have never ever had a human form again. The Goddess of Winter would have been reborn at the beginning of every Winter and would have died at the arrival of Spring. However, they could spend those few months wandering on earth together, bringing clouds full of snow wherever they went. And so they did, meeting and dividing all over again for the eternity, caught in a love that doesn’t know fulfillment. And when Spring arrives, you can still hear the Robin sing for his lost love.”
Midorima frowned and shook his head, “I think this is crueler than death.”
“Would you have left the Goddess of Winter wandering alone for the rest of the eternity? At least they can still meet.” Akashi snuggled closer to his lover.
“And then they experience the pain of death again and again.” Midorima felt confused, an unknown sense of sorrow weighted in his heart.
“Maybe it’s worth it.”
“Don’t go Shintarou! Don’t go!” Akashi cried in a broken voice, cradling Midorima’s head in his arms.
The other boy flashed a weak smile as his vision clouded.
“I’m not…immortal,” he whispered in a sad, feeble voice. Dark blood dripped from his pale lips, he didn’t feel the wound in his chest throbbing anymore.
“I should have made you like me!” Akashi growled, baring his fangs. He wanted to cry, he wanted to let his sorrow bleed out from his dead soul, but his transformed body couldn’t grant him that privilege anymore.
“You…don’t have this power…” Midorima would have rolled his eyes, but he was too tired.
Akashi let out a desperate cry against the dark night. The war still raged around them, red fire was blazing against the sky full of smoke. Black snow danced in the air. But it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.
“Not again, not again, not again!” Akashi kissed him fiercely, over and over until he heard Midorima’s heartbeat slowing down.
“Goodbye…Seijuurou.”
Akashi gritted his teeth, resting his forehead against his.
“Goodnight.”
“What have you done?” Midorima screamed as he tried to run away, but his body was numb and he fell onto his knees.
Akashi sighed, anger and pain flashed in his red eyes as he reached the other man and caught him before he could fall on the cold floor.
“I drugged you,” he replied as he pulled him against his chest. Midorima tried to wiggle out of his hold, but he had already lost control of his limbs. And Akashi, ah, Akashi was too strong.
“Why?” he cried angerly, betrayed. “Why? I thought we were friends!”
Akashi let out a hollow laughter, shaking his head.
“We’ve never been friends,” he replied, caressing gently his cheek, “We’ve been so much more, for years and years.”
“Are you insane?” Midorima’s eyes were full of fear but at least, Akashi thought, they were focused on him now. Only him.
“We’ve been together for years and years and yet, you took a wife! You took a wife this time! You didn’t wait for me!” Something in his broken, desperate voice stung the man’s heart, but the fear and the confusion in his mind were too much to understand, too strong to forgive.
Akashi looked as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest.
“I barely know you…” Midorima mumbled as the paralysis reached his tongue.
Akashi flashed his fangs in a sad, desperate smile, “I know,” and sank them in the neck of the man he loved. Midorima screamed. The vampire sucked his sweet, warm blood as he stroked his green hair.
He stopped for a second, giving to the human a pleading look as blood drizzled from his mouth.
“I love you, I love you,” his words were like dripping honey and Midorima felt the pain subduing and a pleasant dizziness overwhelming him, “I love you so much that I’ll kill you over and over until we’re happy and together again. Even for just a second.”
Midorima’s eyes widened, something fought to emerge from his clouded memory, but Akashi dipped his fangs again and sucked his life away.
Midorima took a deep breath and opened the door of the gym. Fighting to keep his voice from trembling, he bowed and introduced himself.
“I’m Midorima Shintarou and from now on I’ll play basketball with the Teikou Team. I’ll be in your care!”
“Welcome, Midorima.”
The first-year raised his eyes and held his breath for an instant.
A pair of flaming red eyes were staring at him as if he was the only one in the entire gym.
His heart drummed, in fear and eagerness.
“I’m Akashi Seijuurou and I’ll be your teammate from now on.” The red-head smiled and Midorima for a second thought he had seen a pair of shining fangs hidden behind those alluring red lips. “Please, take care of me.”
The Two Strongholds of Slavery. And Valjean and Cosette Grew. Volume 2, Book 8, Chapter 9.
Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.
