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vivievienne · 3 months ago

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The artist who painted my gray heart red — Akitoya

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which Akito is a street artist and Toya is a simple pianist who just by case went to an event and changed his life.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Akitoya, save me, akitoya.

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Might be ooc, fluff, includes anhane, An as a cafe owner, trigger word — Toya's dad, Toya's perspective.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1569.

Is there was something more worthless than composing?

You play the same melody until you got the right notes and it finally starts sounding good, but even after all effort you pull in it, you still feel empty.

Toya Aoyagi feels empty.

He sits by the piano, looking at the paper before him.

No, it doesn't sound right. I need to change it.

And again he started playing the same cadence, but changing one note.

No, it still doesn't feel right.

He hits the keys with his fingers.

They hurt him. He spent a lot of time at playing this melody, and he still doesn't find out what he should do to make it better.

He was clueless.

He stood up from the bench and took the paper with him.

He puts it in the drawer.

He wasn't satisfied with his work. His father... No, don't even think about him, he thought to himself.

Maybe a walk wouldn't be that bad, huh?

The thought of the coffee in the near cafe was somehow tempting.

But he didn't know one thing then...

That a ginger boy will change his life with this sassy smirk which somehow manages to soften when he was around.

***

Toya leaved his house and walked through the Vivid Street. It was a safe place for street artists and performers, and as well a place where was the best cafe, in his opinion, operated by An Shirashi.

But seeing a graffiti artist was something new to him.

After all, this wasn't any place where you can freely paint, in fact, it was a vandalism. So, it was quite unexpected to see a ginger with spray in his hand, when the Sun wasn't even setting.

Toya doesn't know how to describe the feeling he currently has.

It was something that he hasn't experienced before. He wanted to be the one, who was painting on the wall. Not the one, who stares at this boy. He knew it was illegal, but... why he wanted that? Why he wanted to be him?

"Hey, are you hearing me!?"

Toya heard a nervous voice and he quickly understood that he was staring for too long, so that person noticed.

"Uhm... Yes, sorry for that" he quickly replied with a calm tone, trying to hide his confusion. He looked at the boy before him. He noticed that he has some paint on his clothing and he wore... like three hoodies? It wasn't this cold, in fact, it was quite warm...

"Why are you staring like this?"

"Like what?"

They looked to each other eyes with confusion.

Toya never saw more beautiful eyes than these.

"Like this" the mysterious boy replied with slightly anger in his voice.

"Oh, apologise for that" Toya wasn't sure what he should do now. Maybe he should walk away like nothing happened...

"Do you like this?" The boy asked, pointing out the wall.

Toya wasn't sure what to say about the graffiti. He was looking at him after all... He gave it a simple glance and nodded. "Yes, it's quite interesting"

"Nice."

Oh no... it became awkward...

"You must do it for long time... right?" He tried to save the conversation. This mysterious boy... He felt an urge to keep the conversation.

"Graffiti is easy when you have a proper instructor. I bet you could do it as well. But for me? A few years to master this, I would say"

Wait...

"What do you mean by the first part...?"

"I mean that even someone, who doesn't have an experience in arts, would definitely do a graffiti after some lessons" the ginger seems to be on the edge of rolling his eyes at Toya's misunderstanding.

"Oh, right..." he nodded.

"Anyway, I'm gonna get back to work. Have a nice day or something. I don't know" The ginger says almost carelessly. He turned back to the wall, while Toya was standing like he was about to go blank.

"Oh... Right... Have a nice time working... or something"

He wanted to ask him how he could be this carefree when he literally almost had a heart attack! Just how... God, how good he ended it before he could. It would be more awkward. He immediately goes to An's cafe. The only thing Toya needed now, was a good coffee.

***

"Shirashi..." Toya tried to start the conversation. An looked really stressed today. She usually stayed a bit longer at his table to talk with him, but today... Something definitely happened... "Shirashi", he repeated a bit louder.

"Oh, Toya, right... How can I help you?" she finally answered with smile on her face.

"You seem to be struggling with something" he started slowly. "And I was thinking..."

"Oh, you know", she interrupted. "We will be hosting an event at the cafe soon and I have a lot work to do. There's a lot to do, but it's so little time to do it."

"An event?"

"Oh, right!" An quickly goes to the counter and took a small paper. "Here. Look" she handed it to Toya.

The title says: "Vivid Rad Street Night".

Toya was more and more intrigued.

"You can go to it, y'know?" An smiled. "I bet you'd love that. After all, you're an artist too! You would clearly enjoy the performances. I swear, you won't regret. I also will participate in it with Kohane as a singers! Please Toya, come!!" Shirashi's eyes were shining bright as the stars in her hair. She was really excited to be the host in this.

"I'll think about that, Shirashi" Toya nodded and watched as she left him after a short goodbye, because 'she has a lot on her shoulders and she needs to deal with it as fast as she can'.

He holds in hand the small poster. As he was reading through this, he knew that he should attend this event. Something tells him to. He cannot say what exactly it is, but he believed An that he won't regret coming there.

Also, doesn't it better than staying at home and looking at the wholeheartedly hated piano?

***

And that's why Toya is in the cafe watching how the hosts are beginning the show.

But why that ginger graffiti artist is here too...?

He noticed that his name is Akito Shinonome.

And that he is not just an artist but also a singer.

He was beautiful, when he was singing.

I wish I could be as happy as him when I compose.

"You staring at me, again." Toya was clearly confused when he heard this known voice behind him. "I almost thought that you are interested in me" he snorted.

"Right... I just think you talented, that's all" Toya replied, trying to remain his composure. Still, the last part got him thinking... Is he was interested in him? No, it cannot be that simple. First sight love doesn't exist, and he wasn't interested in boys... But he couldn't remember at all when he was interested in girls either....

"Maybe a little introduction wouldn't hurt, huh?" the ginger asked. "I'm Akito Shinonome. You?"

"I'm Toya... Toya Aoyagi." Akito was as straightforward as he remembered him. How this boy could be this opened?

"I guess you're not a street artist, yet, you still went here" Toya saw the slightly roll of Shinonome's eyes. Is he doesn't really know about any ethical standards?

"I haven't had anything to do... And Shirashi told me that she's hosting an event here..."

"Wait, you know Shirashi?" Toya got interrupted by Akito's quick question.

"Yes, he does. After all I know every musician who lives on Vivid Street" An came with a smile. Behind her Toya saw Kohane, her singing and romantic partner, who was known for her shyness, but also for her adoration towards strange, in Toya's opinion, things. "Hi, Toya! I knew you would come here!"

"Hey, Aoyagi" Azusawa smiled softly and waved at him.

"Oh, Shirashi, Azusawa. You soon should get on the stage, right?" Toya asked.

"We were about to going to backstage, but I saw that you talk with Akito and couldn't help, but come to you to see are you guys getting along" An said with a proud smile. "But as I can see, you get to know each other pretty well, so we won't bother anymore. See ya on the stage!" She said and pulled Kohane towards the backstage with her, leaving Akito and Toya by his own.

"She won't ever change" Akito sighed and rolled his eyes. "But she mentioned that you are a musician, right?"

"Oh, that..." Toya rubbed his back of his neck at this question. He hated to say that he was a pianist and composer. Just like his dad... "I'm a pianist..."

"A pianist, huh? You seem to be a bunch of surprises, don't you?" he snorted and smirked. "Well, that's good to know you're into music. Maybe a singer as well?"

Toya was slightly confused at this question. What this ginger was going to say?

"Actually... I don't even tried" he replied calmly.

"Wanna try then?"

Toya felt that he was hit with a truck.

He asked him about trying?

He doesn't say he have to... He asked him to try.

Try.

"I was looking for a partner" Akito explained. "Singing by your own it's not a big fun. So, would like to try, at least? You have an experience in music, so I suppose that you could fit as one."

He asked him... He asked...

"Of course... I would"

"An, what are you doing?" Kohane asked her, when they went to backstage.

"Can't you see that I am trying to get Akito a boyfriend?"

"I can but... Isn't he is able to do it by his own?"

"Treat is as a little help to love."

"And what if they won't fall for each other?"

"Can't you see how Toya looks at him? He definitely fell in love with him, even if he didn't realise it yet."

"But what about Shinonome?"

"Fell later, fell harder. Remember this, Kohane."

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pharaohbean · 5 months ago

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pairing: akitoya

summary: “Many people wanted to sway royals’ minds on things, and especially the only living ruler of the influential White Kingdom. This sort of thing was most easily done through magic in one’s food—just a few bites of bread may have one seeking bloodlust, or a few sips of wine leaving one forgetting their own name. The prince, weak to magical effects, knew this and so formulated a plan. Few people did the prince trust to take care of him and his mind, and only one could the prince return the favor to.” // There’s always something wrong with Toya’s food, and Akito will gladly take the fall for him.

author's note: this was supposed to be a warm-up fic. it took like two hours. inspired by this prompt by @deepwaterwritingprompts! (divider here; read on ao3)

The kitchen was bustling to and fro as chefs and assistants and servants prepared the large set of meals for the evening. Delegates from the neighboring kingdom had arrived only that afternoon, and the lonesome prince of the White Kingdom was obligated to host them for an extravagant dinner.

Akito leaned against the pillar that doubled as part of the white wall, watching with bored yet sharp eyes as the cooking staff of the castle frantically continued to prepare the long order of meals for the dinner feast. His heterochromic eyes—one a dull olive-green, the other a fiery orange-gold—caught the gazes of the foreign servants, nervously watching and wondering:

Why was the personal guard of the prince of the kingdom waiting with the taste-testers?

Akito sighed, rolling his eyes mentally. The sword hanging from his hip was a sign of his high-standing status as the prince’s personal guard, a force needed more than ever in such turbulent times for the White Kingdom, but the silver ring on his left hand adorned with sodalite and amber was a testament to something much greater.

Many people wanted to sway royals’ minds on things, and especially the only living ruler of the influential White Kingdom. This sort of thing was most easily done through magic in one’s food—just a few bites of bread may have one seeking bloodlust, or a few sips of wine leaving one forgetting their own name. The prince, weak to magical effects, knew this and so formulated a plan. Few people did the prince trust to take care of him and his mind, and only one could the prince return the favor to.

One of the chefs (actually, it was Mizuki, a fellow high ranking knight, but gosh darn it their cooking was so good and they enjoyed cooking as well, so there was a general consensus that they’d cook for big events if they wanted to) brought a small platter of pieces of food over to him. “For his highness’ taste tester’s… testing.”

Akito scoffed, giving the pale-haired knight a look before taking the small pieces of food and going through them one by one. While some people in the White Kingdom, like its beloved prince, were almost incapable of sensing even the basic levels of magic—and therefore considered extremely susceptible to magic—others were inhumanly sensitive to such magics, whether by bloodline or by training.

Akito had once spent years in a desert as a wanderer that, only upon escaping by help of the prince himself—not a prince back then, but a soldier just like himself—did he learn that the desert was highly magical, and had left Akito painfully in-tune with all the magic in the world. It had taken weeks for him to come off magical deafeners.

The bread was fine, and so was the meat and drink. But then the vegetables (which were carrots, blech) something was off. Akito’s body tensed against his will, and he screamed at his mind to purge the incoming paranoia, to purge the magic flooding his systems.

He took a few deep breaths and murmured softly—unable to raise his voice without it cracking—that the carrots were tainted with magic, but the others were fine. Mizuki gave him a concerned look, and motioned to a nearby servant, who rushed out of the kitchen. Mizuki grabbed his shoulders and shook him lightly.

“Argh— Mizuki, what the heck?” Akito hissed, glaring at them. They huffed at him in response.

“Get a move on, you idiot!” They hit him over the head lightly, making him hiss and the paranoia in his system flare up; his feet being moving (whether to leave as Mizuki demanded or to run away as the paranoia demanded, he wasn’t sure) out of the kitchen, slowly picking their pace before he was dashing into the private ballroom.

He slammed the double doors open, panting hard as his body recuperated. His hand instinctively went to grab the hilt of his sword, looking around the room as his entire body stood on edge. But his senses found no one in the room, nothing to be cautious of, and that confused his mind even further.

The ballroom was empty—much smaller than the one the prince often entertained guests in, used primarily for small feasts in the castle alone such as birthdays or other such celebrations—and the lights weren’t on, allowing the setting sun’s cooling colors to watch into the room through the large windows. Akito took a few deep breaths, willing his shoulders to relax and his hand to let go of his sword. This room was fine, he himself and his trusted friends had made sure of it just a couple of hours earlier, but his head just would not accept that.

A knock echoed through the empty ballroom, and Akito whipped around, just about ready to strike before his mind processed the series of knocks at the same time he laid eyes on the figure. The prince’s silver eyes sparkled at him, obviously trying to gauge Akito’s level of… something, he wasn’t entirely sure at the moment.

“Are you alright, love?” The prince—Toya, he’d used the pet name Akito oh so hated and loved—carefully approached him, obviously exaggerating his movements so that Akito could keep an easy eye on him and determine what he was going to do. He lifted his hand up to his lover’s cheek but stilled it, eyes searching for something in Akito’s. Akito stared back, fighting a war with himself and the magic flooding his emotions.

But slowly—shakily—the knight reached out for Toya’s hand; he took it, unable to grasp it or clutch it, and brought it to his cheek. His mind and body screamed at him to run, to get away and hide until the unseen paranoia faded from his system, but his heart slowly calmed down, bringing the rest of him down to its calm beating.

“Are you okay?” Toya murmured, his voice echoing just as quietly in the room as he spoke it. Akito leaned into Toya’s stroking touch, closing his eyes. The silver ring matching his own on Toya’s finger was a cool reminder of the promise they’d made.

“Yeah, just… someone put paranoia in your food.” Akito whispered back, his head falling onto the other’s always-open shoulder; the hand on his cheek moved to run through his slightly-tousled hair. Toya hummed; Akito had learned to differentiate his lover’s hums from all the time they’d spent together. This one was something of pity and anger—pity towards him and his abused sensitivity, anger towards his guests who dared to try to poison his food.

“Don’t get upset, okay?” Akito muttered, his voice muffled by the fabric of Toya’s outfit. “You’ve still got to eat with the delegates.”

Toya pulled Akito’s head off of his shoulder to look at him; a soft smile graced the prince’s lips as his eyes shimmered in the dying sun’s light, warm colors having finally given way to the cool of the night. If the knight wasn’t careful he’d get lost in his prince and lover’s eyes forever, unable to return.

Not like he wasn’t already that far gone. But his extremely moot point stands.

“Don’t worry about them. You come first—you always have. Isn’t that what we promised each other?” Toya grabbed Akito’s opposite hand, their rings clinking against each other as their matching gemstones reflected and refracted the darkening sky’s colors and light. “The delegates can wait, Tsukasa and Saki are capable of entertaining them.”

Akito couldn’t help the snort that left him; “entertaining” was one way of putting the Tenma siblings’… energy. Toya’s smile grew just a little bit, from comfort to actual happiness. Akito let out a couple of chuckles, putting their foreheads together.

“Are you better now?” Toya asked. Akito took another check of himself; the paranoia seemed to have left him, whether it was because of time or Toya’s presence he wasn’t sure, but that didn’t matter (he was betting on the latter). His mind had quieted down, and his body loosened up.

“Yeah, thanks. Sorry I had to drag you away.” Akito went to pull away, but Toya didn’t let him.

“You are my priority, okay?” The prince said, stern yet caring. His silver eyes bored into Akito’s own dual-colored ones until finally the knight gave up, letting out a sigh and he slumped into Toya’s grip.

“…Okay.” Akito murmured back. He felt more than saw Toya’s smile return, and he couldn’t help but mirror the smile, even if his smile was weaker than Toya’s. Toya murmured something to him, to which Akito grumbled and refused to budge. Toya simply chuckled and squeezed Akito a little tighter as the moon’s rising light hid them in her veil.

The two of them would have to return to the delegates—return to being the prince of the White Kingdom and his personal guard—at some point (and maybe save a few delegates from the Tenmas, who knows) and continue to entertain their guests.

But for this split second, Akito swore Toya had magic as he felt the moon’s light be manipulated into encircling and swaddling them, hiding the two lovers from the world—from the bloodlust, the forgetfulness, and the paranoia—for just a few moments longer.

#zero words #zero songs #project sekai #proseka #pjsk #prsk #fanfic #writing #aoyagi toya #toya aoyagi #shinonome akito #akito shinonome #akitoya

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