Request: Gino/Suzaku, by liliakicks; prompt: live geass
Warning: ANGST. Believe me, because I don’t want to be held responsible for ruining anyone’s day.
Word Count: 421
“I cannot die.”
Gino only raised an eyebrow because he remembered not to laugh. And Suzaku sounded dead serious.
“Well, that’s good,” he said after a moment of uncomfortable silence. “Because I don’t want you to.”
It was still a silence, but the look in Suzaku’s eyes told him that it was a different one.
Death was a sensible, pragmatic thing, but it didn’t have any manner. It came uninvited, unannounced, and left just as abruptly while taking a dear one with it.
Gino didn’t like death. In fact, he thought he might be a tad afraid of it, when he jumped down from Tristan and sprinted across the hangar, to where Suzaku was standing beneath Lancelot with a faraway look on his face.
“Why the hell did you do that for?” he practically screamed, and there wasn’t any gentleness at all when he reached for the boy’s shoulders and shook him. It was pure, unadulterated anger, though it stunk like fear to his nose.
“She was attacking you,” Suzaku answered and for once Gino felt that he hated bluntness and honesty.
“And so you’d rather put your life on the line?”
His green eyes gained that solemn, melancholy look that Gino had come to know so well. “I cannot–“
“Don’t give me that bullshit!” He let the other knight go and stormed away, his entire body shaking with rage and a whirlwind of something else.
Sometimes, when it brushed a little too close, you could smell it.
There was something quiet, or even still in the way he breathed. Measured beats that fell too faint in the silence, sometimes so faint that it seemed like he didn’t breathe at all.
When Gino was started from his sleep – nightmares perhaps, though he couldn’t remember – and found Suzaku in that state of not-quite-breathing, for one heart-stopping moment he thought about death.
But then he noticed the slight rising and falling of the other’s chest, and bit his dry lips. It was an awful relief, the kind that made him feel weak and want to do nothing but let himself cry for once. He heard his own breathing, loud and shaky in comparison, and reached out a trembling hand.
“I love you,” he whispered, stroking Suzaku’s cheek. “Please don’t leave me.”
Suzaku didn’t answer but he opened his eyes, and his lips were quivering slightly when he kissed Gino’s palm.
“You said you couldn’t die.”
Suzaku didn’t answer, but he didn’t open his eyes either.
Gino sank to his knees and wept.
I really should mention ‘character death’ in the warning, but it would spoil the