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  • Sep. 14th, 2008 at 12:20 PM
Iceheart

A/N: Well here’s the infamous chapter 4. I decided that I wasn’t putting in enough Agito/Yayoi scenes so this chapter is basically full of them! J Also it’s not as long as I originally planned due to some cutting taking place. However, Agito has a lot to think about in this chapter which is why it’s a bit longer than my others…
Thanks to my constant reviewer dragonlayer! Makes me feel appreciated!
 
Enjoy!
 
disclaimer: I do not own Air Gear, its characters, etc.
 
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Agito leaned nonchalantly against the station wall, outwardly calm. Inside however, he was a writhing ball of impatience and, if he dared admit it to himself, nerves. It was bad enough already that he had to go to this damn beach instead of Akito, but now the bitch was making him wait?
 
“Are you worried that she might have stood you up, Agito?” Akito asked kindly, “because I don’t think she’d do that…to you.”
 
“Idiot,” Agito replied, but without venom, “this isn’t a date, the whole team is here.”
 
Any reply Akito might have made was interrupted as a car pulled up in front of the train station. The back door opened before the car had even come to rest fully, revealing Emily and Yayoi.
 
“Finally!” Kazu exclaimed, climbing stiffly to his feet from where he had been sitting on his beach bag.
 
“We’re so sorry Kazu-sama!” Emily cried, scrambling out of the car. Yayoi followed more slowly, stopping to say a few words to the occupants of the car. “My dad got a puncture while we were on the way here and we had to wait for Yayoi’s parents to bring us instead.”
 
Agito felt a flutter of interest. Yayoi’s parents were in that car? Craning his neck he tried to see deeper into the car but the slightly tinted windows defeated him. All he could see was the silhouettes of two people. He settled for wondering what they were like instead, if Yayoi looked like them, if they were where she got her kindness from. All these swirled around his head but one in particular kept coming to the fore. Most of all he wondered if they would like him.
 
It was Akito’s happiness that alerted him to what he was doing. He was worrying about this girl’s parent’s impression of him! Snorting in disgust, he leaned back against the wall. It was none of his concern what her parents were like. Deliberately he kept a scowl on his face as the car drove off. Looking back around, he saw Yayoi was staring at him, almost as if she expected something from him. Then she smiled.
 
“Hi, Agito-kun,” she said brightly, “Are you ready?”
 
“Hey,” he threw back casually, “Of course I’m ready. Akito was the one who asked you, remember?”
 
He had no idea why her smile suddenly brightened or why she so suddenly looked so radiantly happy. All he knew was that it took his breath away. She walked quickly toward the station but as she was about to pass him, she reached out and took his hand. Her grip was gentle, more a suggestion than an order to go with her. Sighing, he gave in and allowed himself to be led into the building, shoving his other hand into his pocket. Well it was better than arguing with her there in the street.
 
She walked slightly ahead of him and so he noticed in surprise that her hair was loose. Surely it would be more convenient to have it tied up at the beach?
 
“It looks nice like that though. She should wear it that way more often.”
 
Quickly he cut off that line of thought. If he wanted to get through this day he couldn’t afford to be thinking thoughts like that one. Eventually, they all got on the train without any more mishaps (except for Agito having to pay for Ikki who conveniently ‘forgot’ his money). The journey passed uneventfully and they reached the coast just shortly after noon.
 
Ikki was first off the train, as hyperactive as usual whenever they visited a new place. The other members of Kogarasumaru followed more slowly, pausing to collect their bags (and Ikki’s) from the overhead racks. The station was situated very near the coast on a slight rise and from their vantage point they could see right down to the beach.
 
Agito supposed it was beautiful but he had nothing in his past to compare it to. He tried his best to see what the others clearly saw, judging from the awed looks on their faces. The beach stretched miles in either direction. Even from here he could tell its golden sand was soft and free from any rubbish. Children played in the surf, chasing the waves. The sea itself glittered like a sapphire, the light reflecting off its surface. Overhead, the sky was a bright, cloudless blue. He supposed the only thing in his past that matched its beauty was the mountain lake Yayoi had brought him to...
 
As if his thoughts had called her, she came and stood beside him. A gust of wind caused her hair to stream out behind her, tangling the fine strands. Absently, she smoothed out the snarls as she gazed at the sea. Agito realised he was staring at her and quickly looked away. He was surprised when she spoke.
 
“I used to come here when I was a child with my family,” she said quietly, “We would spend the whole day here and go home just when it was getting dark.”
 
Agito felt like saying what had any of that got to do with him, but as she continued he realised that he was actually interested. He was interested in the past of this girl; a past which couldn’t have been more different than his own.
 
“We haven’t been back in years but nothing has changed,” She laughed suddenly, “Even the same old ice-cream van is here!”
 
He followed her pointing finger but in no way did he feel like laughing. His childhood had not been filled with trips to the beach and ice-cream vans. He had spent his life trapped in a cage never free to see the sky. His past was something a lot darker. While she had been playing in the surf with her family, he had been dancing on the corpses of his enemies. No, his childhood had not been filled with trips to the beach and ice-cream vans, his past had been filled with blood. He couldn’t see how there could be a middle ground between the two, how two such different paths could come together and create a future.
 
“But Agito, can’t you see you’ve already found that middle ground?” Akito asked softly, “Look! You’re not in a cage now but free in the open air. All you have to do is reach out for it.”
 
He felt Akito trying to turn his head and let him do so. He found himself looking right at Yayoi. She smiled at him quizzically.
 
“Alright, alright, you’ve made your point,” he told him, out loud he said, “We should be going, everyone has already gone ahead.”
 
She nodded and fell into line with him. Although his reply to Akito had been brusque, he had received some measure of comfort from him. If nothing else, he had dispelled his dark thoughts about the past.
 
They arrived at the beach and Yayoi immediately picked a spot.
 
“Is this where your family used to sit?” he asked casually, already knowing the answer.
 
“Yes,” she said surprised, “How did you know?”
 
He shrugged his shoulders, “Lucky guess.” In reality, he had known from the softening of her eyes as she spotted this place. She was too easy to read sometimes. Other times she just confused the hell out of him.
 
Yayoi shook out the large blanket she had brought and carefully smoothed it over the sand. Standing, she brushed the sand from her knees then reached down and grabbed the hem of her sundress. Slowly, she began to lift it over her head. Realising she was undressing and he was just standing there staring at her like an idiot, he quickly whirled around and sat down on the blanket. He could hear the rustle of fabric behind him and his imagination filled in for what his eyes couldn’t see. After all he had seen her pretty much naked already-no! Stop that thought!
 
“Are you not getting into your swimsuit, Agito-kun?” her voice asked softly from behind him. Damn, how could a voice affect him so much? This was ridiculous. Then what she said finally hit him. Swimsuit? Slowly he turned around. He had been so caught up in the thought of her undressing he hadn’t even noticed she wore something underneath.
 
He noticed now.
 
She wore a black, skimpy bikini. It was tied at the front between her breasts in a little bow and behind her neck creating a halter neck. The underwear was of the same design, tying at her hips. One wrong move and the whole thing could fall apart. Agito refused to let that thought take shape in his mind. Bad enough the crow kept trying to corrupt him, he didn’t have to do it himself. He refused to be a pervert like the rest.
 
“So why are you still staring, Agito?” Akito asked slyly in his mind.
 
I am not,” he growled, quickly turning away and beginning to remove his clothes. Fuck though, what was wrong with him? He was turning out to be as bad as that fucking pig. He threw his trousers into his bag in disgust.
 
Glancing over again (he just couldn’t help himself) he was relieved to see that she didn’t seem to mind or at least she hadn’t noticed his staring. She was smiling as she pulled a bottle of sun-cream out of her bag. Realising she was turning back towards him, he focused his gaze on the sea.
 
Kazu and Emily seemed to be having some difficulty in the water. Honestly, trying to teach the future Flame King to swim was a hopeless task. Had she never heard that fire and water don’t mix? Ikki and Onigiri were also playing in the water, if playing was the right word to use. They seemed to be having a competition to see who could pull down the most panties. Agito looked away quickly. He refused to turn out like that. Buccha was of course, beside the ice cream van, scoffing down cone after cone.
 
“Hey…Agito-kun, will you-Oh my God, you swimsuit is so cute!” Yayoi’s voice which had started out slow and hesitant rose to an excited squeal. Agito gritted his teeth. Damn, that stupid fucking crow. This was his entire fault.
 
He had appeared before him this morning with that infuriatingly cocky grin of his and thrown a pair of swimming trunks at him. Agito hadn’t given the matter of swimwear any thought so it didn’t bother him that Ikki had done the job for him. That was until he saw what Ikki had bought for him. The swimming shorts were covered in little shark design and not just any shark design, chibi shark designs. They were something Akito might wear but not him. Never his best just after waking up, he had no energy to dispute the decision. Before he knew it, he had been bundled unceremoniously into their teacher’s car and then it was too late to do anything about them .He was paying for that now.
 
He bore her squeals of “kawaii” with ill-grace. No doubt sensing his impatience, she calmed down. Settling herself comfortably beside him, she began to rub sun cream along her arms and legs.
 
“I’m sorry, Agito-kun,” she said, not sounding sorry at all, “But you do look so cute in them!”
 
Agito cursed the blush that rose in his cheeks at her words. Fuck, but she said unnecessary things sometimes. Yet even he couldn’t deny that it was happiness more than anger that he felt.
 
“Um…Agito-kun, would you finish my back for me?” Yayoi asked hesitantly, interrupting his thoughts.
 
“Huh?” he blinked stupidly. She was always confusing him. Surely she didn’t mean….He let the thought trail of as she handed him the bottle and rolled onto her stomach. Apparently she did.
 
Sighing softly, she closed her eyes and rested her head on her folded arms. Staring from the girl to the bottle, Agito realised he felt well and truly out of his depth. Never in a battle had he been at such a loss of what to do. A strange feeling was welling up inside of him. When he realised it was fear he became suddenly angry. Afraid of a girl who was just lying there? He had faced countless situations more terrifying than this. Determination strengthened his resolve; he would win this fight against her. He would prove to himself once and for all that she meant nothing to him. Purposefully, he swung his leg over her and straddled her.
 
“Agito-kun?” she squealed.
 
Ignoring her, he squirted a large amount of cream onto his palm. Turning to study her bare back beneath him, he wondered where to begin. Shrugging (after all did it really matter?) he slapped his hand down sharply between her shoulder blades. Yayoi gasped and squirmed slightly from the contact. Agito swallowed hard. The sound had tugged at something deep within him, something he had never felt before. Gritting his teeth, he quickly spread the rest of the cream over her skin before settling back on his hunches. There, that wasn’t so hard. He was satisfied that he had proven to himself that she was just like any other girl to him. He deliberately ignored the lie in his own words.
 
“Eh…Agito, you can’t leave her like that,” Akito sounded scandalised.
 
“Why not? She’s completely covered,” Agito pointed out, logically in his opinion.
 
“Yeah, but…she looks like a ghost,” Akito said, “You’re supposed to rub the cream in.”
 
Agito sighed. He really didn’t want to touch her again. He had found it hard enough to hold onto his self-control last time. Reluctantly, he placed his hands on her back again only this time he massaged in the lotion. Yayoi relaxed beneath him, sighing. Desperately, he focused his mind on anything apart from the girl under him, but try as he might, his eyes kept straying back to what his hands were doing.
 
Her skin was soft against his fingers, with no blemish or scar. Unable to stop himself, he stroked a hand along her side, rubbing the cream in its true, but at the same time he revelled in the silkiness of the skin there. Her breath hitched as his fingers grazed the edges of her stomach. Agito grinned evilly-at least he wasn’t the only one being affected. With impish delight, he trailed his hand along her exposed stomach again, applying more pressure this time.
 
Unfortunately, his plan back-fired; she squirmed slightly beneath him and that sent an answering thrill through him. Gritting his teeth, he tried to ignore the sensation. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was an idiot sometimes. Suddenly she twisted around until she was lying face up under him. What was she doing? Couldn’t she see he was about to lose it?
 
“I think you’re finished now, Agito-kun,” she said faintly. He was pleased to see that her face was flushed. At least he wasn’t the only one. “Agito-kun?” she said again.
 
He realised with a start that he was still on top of her and how suggestive their position might look to a casual passer-by. Cursing, he quickly scrambled off her. Roughly, he pulled off his t-shirt, flinging it to the ground before sitting down with his back to her. Fuck, what was the matter with him? He drew his knees up to his chest. It was a defensive position and he hated that she confused him so much that he had to act this way.
 
No, he corrected himself mentally, it wasn’t her fault. He couldn’t blame her for him being a coward. He was afraid of how she made himfeel, and he hated being afraid of anything, he hated being weak. Around her, he felt as if his whole world was irrevocably changing and there wasn’t one thing he could do to stop it. He couldn’t fight against that tide, he couldn’t fight against her.
 
A gentle hand on his back caused him to jerk in surprise. Glancing around, he saw Yayoi crouched behind him. Her head was bowed and her long hair covered her face like a curtain. He shoulders were shaking. Slowly, her hand still resting on his back, she looked up. Her face was streaked with tears.
 
“Who…Who did this…to you?” her voice shook, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. Agito was completely lost. Where had this come from?
 
 “Who gave you…these scars?”
 
Suddenly he understood. Never before had he had to worry about them because never before had he been to a beach. Now he had just bared the entire history of his past for her to see as easily as giving her a book. Therefore, nobody was more surprised than him when he spoke.
 
“My brother would whip Akito when he refused to fight for him anymore,” he said, his voice was emotionless. She had already seen the scars, what more was there to hide?
 
 “One day he went too far,” he shrugged dismissively as if it meant nothing to him, as if the memory was not as sharp as glass, “It’s over with now.”
 
His eyes flew open in shock when he felt a warm weight crash into him from behind. Slender arms curved protectively around him, holding him close. Yayoi’s head came to rest on his shoulder and Agito felt the wetness of her tears on his skin.
 
“I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry Agito-kun!” she sobbed into his shoulder.
 
Agito shrugged again, with difficulty seeing as she was lying on him.
 
“It’s not you’re fault,” he told her. Hesitantly, he raised one hand and placed it on hers where it rested against his chest. “It’s in the past.”
 
Her crying quietened but she didn’t pull away and Agito found he didn’t mind. It was…comforting to have her there. Even her breath was like a caress as it blew softly against his skin.
 
Eventually, she did loosen her arms from around him. A sense of loss welled within him but he concealed it carefully. She couldn’t exactly stay holding him all day regardless of how nice it felt. He was shocked, therefore, when he felt her hands on him again. Without looking around, he could feel the coolness of cream on her fingers as they glided over his skin.
 
Gently, she traced the path of every scar that criss-crossed his back. Her touch was like a balm, soothing away the pain. Hands as soft as silk caressed his skin, never rough. Slowly she went, from scar to scar, healing in every touch.
 
Agito had never felt anything so selfless and kind in his life. Opening his mind, he shared the sensation with Akito. If anyone deserved it, it was him. Turning slightly, he saw that tears still leaked from her eyes but beneath that burned a fierce emotion that he couldn’t name.
 
How long it took before the pain of years was completely erased, he did not know. Patiently, she traced every scar, removing the mark of it from his memory forever. While the physical representations of his past remained, no more would he bear those scars on his mind. More importantly, neither would Akito. Yet, how could her one act of kindness erase all those years? He couldn’t understand it.
 
With one final pass of her hand, she smoothed in the last of the cream and at the same time removed the final traces of pain.
 
“There, now you’ll be protected.”
 
Her smile was the most beautiful thing. It was too much. Never had he experienced such kindness. Horrified, he felt a lump growing in his throat. He desperately swallowed back his tears. He would not cry in front of her after all she had done for him. Still though, the new emotion rising within him needed some escape. Turning swiftly, he pulled her into a tight hug before she could protest. Nothing in his life had ever felt as right as having her there in his arms. She hugged him back without a word and he was glad of it. He couldn’t have said his own name just then.
 
“I’m happy for you…Agito,” Akito whispered.
 
The rest of the day passed quickly. Yayoi seemed determined to let him experience everything he might have missed out on in childhood. She taught him how to build a sandcastle and how to dig a moat, she bought him ice-cream with chocolate sauce and they ate it on the beach, she brought him snorkelling and showed him the reefs, she even forced him to go horse-back riding. That was one childhood experience he didn’t mind missing out on. If he ever needed to go somewhere he could just use his AT’s. But without a doubt, Agito had never spent a day like it before. He treasured the new memories he had made, especially the ones containing her face.
 
The sun was just starting to set, setting the sky ablaze with colour, when Kogarasumaru gathered near the blanket. Ikki had started a bonfire and they sat companionably around the welcome heat it provided, chatting and laughing. Kazu and Emily, the last to leave the sea, sat shivering under a towel sharing a packet of popcorn. Even Onigiri had stopped chasing girls long enough to sit with them. Everything seemed peaceful. Yayoi was showing Agito how to make smores when the sound of footsteps alerted them that someone was coming.
 
The babble around the fire melted away as the members of Kogarasumaru saw five people materialise out of the darkness. Agito was immediately on guard when he caught a glimpse of the team emblem on their jackets. These were Stormriders even if they weren’t wearing AT. Sand could destroy a motor after all.
 
Agito got to his feet as the shortest of the riders stepped forward. The rider’s face was in darkness, hidden in the shadow of his hood.
 
“You are the Fang King.” It wasn’t a question.
 
Agito didn’t reply. He edged slightly in front of Yayoi, shielding her from view.
 
“What do you want?” he demanded coldly.
 
“I want the Fang Regalia and I’m going to fight you for it.”
 
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A/N: Slight cliffhanger I suppose! I hope I wasn’t stretching the boundary of credibility when I gave Agito scars. Considering his past, is it really so unlikely? I mean, it wouldn’t be like Kaito to just accept peacefully Akito’s decision to just quit riding. We also know for a fact that he does whip Agito, just check out the link for proof http://www.onemanga.com/Air_Gear/77/03/ 
Anyway I’ll probably take a little while to update, maybe a week, but it could be the next chapter could be the last so be happy!
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  • Sep. 14th, 2008 at 12:18 PM
Iceheart
A/N: First of all let me explain why this is such a short chapter. It was originally part of what will be chapter 4. However, that chapter was faaaar too long with this section included (it still is nearly twice as long as my last two put together!) so I decided to cut it and post it as a separate chapter. I really wanted the beach scene to be chapter 3 but my pen just got away from me! Fortunately, chapter 4 is pretty much written and should be up within two days. This is a prologue to it if you will. Lol.
Enjoy!
 
disclaimer: I do not own Air Gear.
 
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“Emily, I am not wearing that,” Yayoi stated flatly, glaring at her friend. Sighing, Emily removed the offending garment from her gaze, though calling the two small scraps of cloth clothing might have been pushing it too far.
 
“But it will look really good on you,” Emily assured her, holding the scanty bikini and thong combo up for inspection again. Yayoi grimaced in distaste. “Agito won’t be able to keep his hands of you!”
 
“It’s totally unsuitable for a trip to the beach,” Yayoi pointed out, hoping that would end the discussion.
 
“Unless you’re there with your boyfriend,” Emily said, voice dropping low seductively.
 
“Well, why don’t you wear it then!” Yayoi demanded crossly, folding her arms and sitting down on the end of Emily’s bed. In truth, she felt near tears. She was tired of the entire thing. Trying to impress Agito was like trying to draw blood from a stone-impossible. Why did she even bother anymore? Was she really making any progress in getting him to like her?
 
Emily came and sat beside her. Gently she put her arm around her friend, drawing her into a one-armed hug. Yayoi discreetly wiped away any tears that may have fallen before smiling at Emily in thanks. She was being stupid. There was no reason to cry. She had known what Agito was like when she first started liking him. After all, wasn’t that the reason that had attracted her to him in the first place? That he wasn’t like all the other boys?
 
“Besides,” continued Emily matter of factly, as if there had been no interruption, “you know Kazu-sama isn’t my boyfriend (not yet anyway) therefore I can’t wear it. Plus, I’m going to be teaching him how to swim tomorrow and I can’t exactly do that in a bikini. What if he pulls it off in an accident or something?”
 
Emily’s cheeks flushed crimson at the thought of Kazu seeing her half naked, or so Yayoi thought until her friend’s next words dispelled the idea.
 
“Can you imagine that happening in front of a whole beach of strangers?!” Emily cried, clutching her burning cheeks.
 
Did that mean that Emily wouldn’t mind if Kazu saw her naked? Yayoi was surprised, but then she supposed she shouldn’t be, considering the depth of affection she knew her friend felt towards the golden haired boy. She would literally do anything for him. Yayoi could understand perfectly.
 
 It was, after all, exactly how she felt about Agito.
 Pushing all those thoughts aside, she bent and picked up a plain, navy one-piece from the many piles scattered on the floor.
 
“I’ll just take this one.”
 
“That? But it’s so boring!” Emily leaped off the bed and grabbed it from her hand. Flinging it away carelessly, she studied Yayoi. A mischievous glint entered her eye. “You know, maybe it’s not so bad. I mean, Agito’s already seen you pretty much naked. A layer of cloth isn’t going to make him forget what you look like under there!”
 
Laughing, she dodged the pillow Yayoi threw at her. A minor pillow fight ensued with Emily emerging the victor. The two girls collapsed on the bed, giggling and out of breath.
 
“Emily, it doesn’t really matter what I wear,” Yayoi couldn’t help the wave of depression that settled over again her like a blanket, “Agito-kun simply doesn’t notice me.”
 
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Emily said, “For example, has he ever forgotten your name since the Orca incident?”
 
“Well…no, but that doesn’t mean anything. I’m sure he’ll forget again soon.”
 
“And what about last night at the school?” Emily continued, ignoring her last remark. “You looked pretty cosy to me.”
 
“He was gone when I woke up though,” Yayoi pointed out, not wanting to remember the feeling of waking up alone, “I don’t think that counts as proof of him liking me.”
 
“Well that’s only because you don’ know the full story,” Emily said triumphantly, “I’ve been meaning to tell you all day but never got a chance.”
 
“What do you mean?” Yayoi asked in confusion.
 
“Ikki left early that night!” Emily crowed, as if her answer solved all the questions. Yayoi still felt as in the dark as ever. Seeing her friend’s baffled look, Emily elaborated further.
 
“Ikki left early and dragged Agito with him. He had to wake Agito up to do it. If it wasn’t for that, Agito probably would have stayed there all night with you!”
 
Yayoi mulled over this new piece of information. It was true that Ikki had been gone when she woke up but she had been too upset about Agito’s apparent disregard for her to notice. Emily’s explanation actually made some sense. Emily smiled, clearly happy to have helped cheer up her friend.
 
“Hey, why don’t we devise a little test?” she began excitedly, “You’re not allowed wear your hair in ponytails tomorrow. It has to be loose. Let’s see if Agito recognises you.”
 
Yayoi’s hand rose to her hair automatically.
 
“Um…alright I suppose…” Yayoi agreed hesitantly, not really sure if it was a good idea. What if he didn’t recognise her? That would just make her feel terrible all over again.
 
“Trust Emily,” she told herself firmly, “This will work.”
 
For some strange reason Yayoi suddenly felt better than she had all day. Maybe it was the fact that she had finally come to a decision to confront Agito, albeit indirectly, about how he felt about her. Whatever it was, she wasn’t going to question it. Smiling slyly at her friend, she poked her in the ribs.
 
“So…you and Kazu, eh?” she drawled, chuckling at the sudden guarded look on Emily’s face, “Are you really going to try and teach the Flame King how to swim? Or do you just want a chance to see Kazu’s half naked, dripping body close to-”
 
She was interrupted by a pillow hitting her in the face. Laughing, she flung it back at her friend. The war of the pillows reignited viciously as the two girls scrambled and squealed around the room. Yayoi allowed her thoughts to drift towards tomorrow. She wondered what would happen if she did wear that skimpy bikini to the beach. Just how would Agito react? She suddenly realised that she very much wanted to know.
 
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A/N: *sigh* Barely enough there for a chapter but it will have to do. I had to shorten down chapter 4. Well luckily for you it should be up within the next two days, all going well that is.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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  • Sep. 14th, 2008 at 12:14 PM
Iceheart

A/N:
A/N: Well chapter two here! I don’t know if it’s as good as the last one (if the last one was good? ;D) I just had some fun fooling around with the split personality of Agito/Akito. Their relationship was interesting to explore! Therefore this chapter is a bit more light-hearted than the previous one seeing as Akito is in control of their body for most of it.
Enjoy!
 
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“Agito?”
 
“........”
 
“Well…do you?”
 
“........”
“Why are you ignoring me?”
 
“........”
 
“Do you like her or not? I think I have a right to know.”
 
“........”
 
“I’ll wear a pink ballerina dress the next time you battle if you don’t answer me!”
 
“........”
 
Akito sighed. Nothing was getting through to Agito today, not even his favourite threat. Ever since last night Agito had refused to utter one word about the girl Nakayama Yayoi to him. Akito was actually becoming frustrated with Agito! It was burning him up with curiosity. Nothing would make him happier than if Agito had found someone like he had found Ikki, but for the first time in their life Akito couldn’t understand him. Usually he had no problem deciphering Agito’s feelings but right now Agito’s inner thoughts were so confused he couldn’t even seem to make sense of them himself.
 
Defeated, Akito flopped back onto the hot cement with another sigh. The whole situation was really putting him out of spirits. He let that thought float by Agito but there wasn’t even a twitch from the other mind. Shading his eyes, he gazed up at the brilliantly blue sky trying to think of a plan.
 
The other members of Kogarasumaru sprawled on the roof beside him in various states of undress in a futile attempt to cool down. The sun was a blazing ball of fire in the sky and temperatures had reached a scorching 35 degrees Celsius (95 F). Below, in the school ground, students took shelter in the shade of trees eating their lunches robotically.
 
“Aaaaah…it’s too hot!” yelled Ikki, sitting up suddenly from beside Akito.
 
He and Kazu had stripped down to their underwear in the hope of relieving the heat but sweat still glistened on their faces and turned their hair damp. Buccha lay collapsed in a corner and hadn’t moved since. Akito was seriously beginning to worry that he might be suffering from heatstroke.
 
“Don’t be ridiculous Ikki!” cried Onigiri, striking a pose and seeming completely unaffected by the heat, “The weather is perfect!”
 
Ikki just stared at him blankly.
 
“Wha’…?”
 
Onigiri looked at him in pity and then spread his arms grandly, encompassing the school grounds.
 
“Just look around you, dear boy!” his voice was reminiscent of a benevolent Buddha imparting wisdom on ignorant peasants, “Look at the sweat-soaked limbs, near naked bodies and flushed faces of the fairer sex! They’re simply begging for a man to take them!”
 
He nodded sagely.
 
“Yes, perfect weather…so let’s get ‘em! Image!”
 
Drooling madly at the thought of semi-naked girls, he dashed down the stairs after a pair of buxom blondes. A series of shrieks and squeals followed in his wake.
 
“Phew, at least he’s gone,” sighed Emily, “Now we can undress a bit!”
 
Yayoi nodded in agreement and the two girls began to remove their school ties and loosen the top buttons of their shirts. For the first time that day, Akito felt a stir from Agito. Suddenly struck by an idea he climbed casually to his feet. Strolling over to where Emily and Yayoi leaned against the chain link fence, he carefully kept his thoughts hidden from Agito. This would get his attention!
 
“Hey, what are you doing?”
 
“Nothing, nothing,” he replied airily.
 
Agito delved furiously into his thoughts but Akito kept a strong guard around his idea. He would get answers!
 
Reaching the girls, he smiled brightly at them. They smiled back. No one could resist his smile. Then, before Agito knew what he was going to do, he encircled Yayoi’s waist gently and pulled her into a hug.
 
“A-akito-kun?” she asked in surprise, but she didn’t pull away.
 
“O-N-E-E-chan!” he exclaimed, beaming up at her, a massive smile on his face.
 
“Onee-chan?” she spluttered, staring at him in shock.
 
His smile widened when he felt Agito’s wordless fury. Laughing, he pulled their bodies even closer together until they pressed entirely against each other,. Turning his head, he rested it in the crook of her neck. From this vantage point he got a good view down her shirt. With impish delight he watched as a bead of sweat slid slowly down between the swell of her breasts. It wasn’t really to his taste of course but he could feel the effect it was having on Agito. Quite an effect he would say. Deliberately he concentrated on the feel of her body against his, knowing Agito could feel everything; the sweet scent of her skin, the narrowness of her waist, the flare of her hips, the rise and fall of her chest against his…
 
“I wonder what would happen if I switched over now?” he pretended to think to himself.
 
“You little shit, don’t you even dare!” shouted Agito internally, but the words carried a slight edge of panic.
 
“This really is quite comfortable you know. You should do this more often,” Akito pointed out reasonably.
 
Snuggling even closer, he felt Yayoi’s arms come hesitantly about him.
 
“Are you okay, Akito-kun?”
 
“Mmmm…she’s nice too,” he thought contently, aloud he said, “I’m fine onee-chan!”
 
Continuing in a gentler voice to Agito he said, “You know…I wouldn’t have had to do this if you had just answered my question in the first place.”
 
He really didn’t like doing anything that upset Agito. Agito was his protector after all. He was everything to him, but… never before had he been unable to understand Agito’s thoughts and feelings. It scared him more than anything else in the world.
 
“Yeah, I know…I’m sorry,” Agito said softly in his mind. His anger was gone, replaced by understanding,
“It’s just, I don’t know myself how I feel…but…WILL YOU LET GO OF HER NOW, FUCK!”
 
Akito giggled. Sometimes it was just too much fun to tease Agito. However, now he had a new mission. He pulled back slightly from Yayoi, just enough to see her face but still keeping their bodies in contact. He didn’t want to ruin all of Agito’s fun.
 
“Onee-chan, can we go to the beach?” he asked sweetly, giving her his best puppy dog eye(s).
 
“Huh? Well sure I guess. We have no school tomorrow …,” she said slowly, “and we did get those new swimsuits Emily,” she continued, turning to her friend.
 
“Great idea!” Emily said enthusiastically, “I’ve been waiting for a chance…with Kazu-sama…alone…maybe…”
 
She walked away slowly, still mumbling to herself, and lay down beside Kazu. He shifted slightly, without opening his eyes, so that she was within reach.
 
“Is she going to kidnap Kazu the way you kidnapped us?” Akito asked innocently.
 
Yayoi blushed furiously.
 
“I didn’t kidnap you, I just…wanted to spend some time…alone with you…,” she looked away guiltily.
 
“It’s okay onee-chan, Agito doesn’t mind!”
 
“He doesn’t?” she asked, looking genuinely surprised.
 
“Nope! In fact he liked that trip on the lake. You should take him again,” Akito suggested brightly.
 
“Uh…sure, if he wants to,” she agreed hesitantly, clearly doubting the truth of his words.
 
“Bastard,” muttered Agito darkly, but the words lacked his usual sting.
 
“Trust me; he’d be delighted to go!” Akito assured her cheerfully, ignoring the stream of curses being thrown his way.
 
Pulling away from her, but keeping a hold of her hand, he turned to face the others.
 
“Ikki-kun, Kazu-kun, Buccha-kun, do you want to go to the beach tomorrow?”
 
“Sure, why not,” Ikki agreed, more intent on sneakily pulling down Kazu’s underwear than anything else. Kazu was completely oblivious, half asleep in the warm sun. He waved one hand absently while the thumb of the other traced circles on the back of Emily’s hand lazily. Emily was too absorbed in the feel of her Kazu-sama to even bother to reply. Buccha didn’t show any signs of having heard Akito.
 
“Maybe he really does have sunstroke,” Akito thought in concern. Dismissing his worry, he grinned at Yayoi.
 
“I guess that’s a yes!”
 
“I guess so!” she agreed smiling, tilting her head to one side. The sun caught glints of gold in her brown hair and lit up her pale skin with a warm glow. Akito’s breath hitched in his throat at the sight.
 
“…Wow, so pretty,” he thought in wonder.
 
“Kawaii!!” he cried, jumping on her again.
 
Yayoi staggered under his weight but laughed along with him, pulling him close. Her laughter died in her throat when she realised that the golden eye glaring at her was the right one. The eye patch had accidentally switched over when Akito collided with her.
 
 
“Fuck Akito, you planned this didn’t you?” Agito fumed silently. A giggle answered his question and confirmed his suspicions. Roughly extracting himself from the embrace, he deliberately ignored any reluctance he might have felt. Any little inclination he might have harboured to see if Akito’s words about holding her were true, were also squashed before they even formed. Hardening his resolve, he turned away from her. He pretended not to notice the hurt in her eyes but perhaps, even more than that, he pretended that it didn’t affect him.
 
“I am the Fang King. My road leaves no room for softness…or relationships…It is a road awash in the blood of my enemies. No one near me can escape its taint; no one near me is safe…Who could love such a person?”
 
The harsh words were spoken only in his mind yet even there he was not alone. Akito’s voice spoke from the darkness.
 
“It doesn’t have to be that way,” he said softly, “We’ve left that life with nii-chan behind. We can walk a new road now…one where we are free to fly.”
 
For a moment Agito could see it, the new path Akito had created, then savagely he shook his head.
 
“No, Akito,” and his voice wasn’t angry only resolute, “This is the only road for me and I walk it alone.”
 
So why did it feel so painful, knowing that this was the only way? Why did her face appear before his eyes, smiling brightly as it had in the sun? Ruthlessly, he took the image and tore it apart. He had no time nor need for such things. He was the Fang King and the Bloody Road didn’t allow softness.
 
Ignoring Akito’s wordless cry of anguish, he turned towards her again. What was she to him but one of his many screaming fan girls after all. Only…she wasn’t screaming now, or simpering over him like an idiot, she was completely still and silent waiting for him to speak. The hurt in her eyes felt like a blow to his heart. Why couldn’t she just leave him alone? Couldn’t she see that he was dangerous, a killer?
 
“I’ll go with you to the beach tomorrow but only because Akito wants to.”
 
His own words shocked him. Where was his resolve from just seconds ago? Around her it seemed like all his values just fly out the window. She was changing him and he didn’t know if he liked it.
 
Yet…he couldn’t deny the lift in his heart when he saw her eyes brighten with happiness and a smile form on her lips. Truly, he couldn’t even understand himself anymore so how was Akito supposed to do any better?
 
“Arigatou, Agito-kun,” she said softly. Without another word, she ran over to the roof stairs and descended. Agito felt suddenly bereft, almost as if…
 
“ As if a piece of you went with her,” Akito finished quietly for him.
 
Agito didn’t even bother to contradict him. Give him an enemy and he could rip them to shreds with no difficulty and no hesitation, claiming victory in a heartbeat. This however, was one battle he couldn’t seem to win. Staring at the space she had just vacated, he asked the real question that ha been bothering him, the real reason he was losing this fight.
 
Why couldn’t he leave her alone?
 
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A/N: First just a few translations: onee-chan means “big sister” (this is a cute version of it, there is also nee-san which is more grown up) It is common for younger children to call older girls this even if they are not related.
Arigatou means “thank you” ;) I like to use Japanese for ‘meaningful’ scenes.:P but that’s about the extent of my knowledge!
Now about the chapter….Akito can be a bit evil can’t he?
 
 
 
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AgitoxYayoi Fanfiction

  • Sep. 3rd, 2008 at 2:01 AM
Iceheart

Hey there! My first post! Just a little AgitoxYayoi piece. There isn't enough love out there for the couple in my opinion.:) I plan to do the next chapter from Agito's POV so expect lots of swearing! Lil tyke...
Title: A Forbidden Love? Chapter 1
Rating: PG 13 (just for Agito's swearing at the mo)
Disclaimer: I do not own Air Gear. Happy now?
Pairings: AgitoxYayoi, some KazuxEmily
Summary: First chapter is pretty simple. I’m just trying to establish the basis for their relationship so it focuses more on the characters for now. Action in upcoming chapters though!

 

Ten eyes stared straight ahead in tense anticipation as they waited for the sound. Leather creaked and stained against taut muscle as the five riders crouched in absolute silence. Then-

 

Ping

 

The coin hit the ground and with a whoosh the riders took off in a cloud of dust and debris. Coughing slightly Yayoi bent and picked up the discarded coin. Carefully dusting it off, she placed it in her pocket in preparation for the next race. Straightening her dishevelled hair, she kept an eye on the now distant Stormriders .She mentally clocked up their start times.

 

“Everyone is in good form today. They’re working really well together,” she thought proudly.

 

“Well nearly everyone,” she amended ruefully to herself glancing over to the lone figure standing to one side.

 

The full moon shone brightly overhead illuminating the lithe figure of the Fang King as he slouched nonchalantly against the school wall. His dark blue hair gleamed like a raven’s wing in the dark and Yayoi’s heart beat faster as she gazed at him. Strolling over slowly she kept her mind firmly on the progress of Kogarasumaru.

 

“Don’t think about him, think about the team,” she ordered herself.

 

In truth, Kogarasumaru had improved. They were training everyday for the upcoming Gram Scale Tournament. Yayoi had to admit the secret base really helped them. The race track was perfect for speed racers like Kazu and the buildings provided hurdles and places to wall run. It was almost like the place was built for AT’s. It had everything they needed.

 

“Except for him,” she thought bemusedly looking over once more at Agito.

 

He wore his leather jacket open at the front as usual over his white t-shirt. Gazing at him she couldn’t help being transported back to the battle with Orca and the feel of that jacket around her. She had thought it was all over, that they were really going to die, but he (alright Lind she corrected herself but it was still Agito’s jacket) had placed that jacket around her and suddenly she had felt safe. It represented Agito to her-his strength, his courage, his-

 

“What the fuck are you doing?”

 

Yayoi jumped, startled out of her thoughts by the voice of the very person she had been fantasising over. His one eye glared at her demanding an answer.

 

“Oh, umm…there’s a better view of the field over here,” she said haltingly hoping he wouldn’t catch her out on the lie.

 

Well she could hardly say it was because of him she came over. Although, she must have been staring for a long time for him to have used that tone with her. Usually he spoke more gently to her…well for him it was gentle anyway. Perhaps only one swear word every sentence instead of five…Why was she thinking about that? Blushing she reprimanded herself for standing there like a fool. Self-consciously she reached up to her hair, reassuring herself that her two ponytails were still in place. To cover her embarrassment she sat down close to him with her back against the wall and gazed over the field at the rest of the team, pretending to check their progress.

 

Unsurprisingly Kazu had already finished his first lap and was starting his second. Buccha and Ikki seemed to be involved in a disgusting snot throwing match with the targets being each others faces. Ikki was clearly losing, his face covered in green gunk. Quickly she looked away before the noodles that she had for dinner decided to make a return trip. She generally preferred her food to take a one-way ticket only.

 

 Her gaze was caught by Emily and Onigiri, the last two in the race. She smiled however, as she rapidly calculated that Emily was running 4.5 seconds faster than last night’s training session! Her smile changed to a resigned grin as she realised that the actual reason for Emily’s sudden burst of speed was an attempt to avoid the perverted gaze of Onigiri. It was her own fault really Yayoi mused, for wearing such a short skirt. She had been hoping to impress Kazu.Yayoi sighed. She had warned her that this would happen, but she guessed love was blind. And stubborn. And foolish.

 

“Bunch of fucking idiots.”

 

The mumbled words came from above her, more to himself than to anyone else, yet she detected the faint trace of warmth hidden beneath the acidic tone. She smiled softly to herself. She sneaked a glance up at him, hoping he wouldn’t catch her looking again. The moonlight caressed his face, casting it half into shadow.

 

“Just like him,” she thought, “half dark, half light. Yet now there’s one more…”

 

She stopped that thought before it formed, shaking her head to dispel the image of Lind. She wouldn’t think about that, about how it made her so worried. Instead she smiled brightly up at Agito.

 

“Are you sure you’re not the tiniest bit tempted to join them Agito-kun?” she teased, already knowing what his reply would be. Typically, he snorted in disgust.

 

“Yeah right…waste of my time,” he muttered.

 

“I don’t know about that,” she continued in the same teasing tone.

 

He looked at her in disbelief. Looking up at him she felt her heart do a funny little flip in her chest. He was like a coiled spring, ready to burst into a vicious explosion of energy at any time, yet…it didn’t scare her. Coughing to cover her momentary lapse she continued more seriously. Gazing across the playing field she missed the quick flash of disappointment in Agito’s eyes, so swift was it, it barely even registered on its owner.

 

“Look how much everyone has improved,” she said. Raising her voice she shouted across to her companions.

 

“Kazu, well done! That’s seven seconds faster than your usual.”

 

The blond haired boy gave a massive grin and shared a high-five with a sweat soaked Emily.

 

“Brilliant, Kazu-sama!” she cried excitedly, “Hey Yayoi, what about me?”

 

“You too Emily! You’ve improved!” she informed her friend.

 

Emily’s face lit up with joy.

 

“Alright Adachi!” Kazu grabbed her around the waist and swung her around in a circle before setting her on her feet again. Emily promptly fell down on her ass, her face bright red. Kazu stared at her in bewilderment.

 

“Huh? Adachi? You okay?” he asked, offering her a hand up. Emily stared at it then slowly placed her hand in his letting him pull her to her feet. Both looked suddenly rather serious.

 

Yayoi looked away, allowing them to have their moment. She loved Emily but she couldn’t help being the slightest bit jealous. At least Kazu returned Emily’s feelings even if they were to dense to notice it themselves, but Agito…

 

Pushing herself off the ground with a sigh, she reached for the case of water bottles to her left. It wasn’t fair to expect so much from him. He had spent his whole life in a cage. Trapped at the bottom of a well. Could she really ask him to give up his freedom by getting into a relationship with her?  A leather clad hand reached out suddenly from behind her gripping her wrist, halting her in mid-motion.

 

“Where are you going?” Agito asked, staring hard at her.

 

She straightened up slowly and turned to face him. Her heart was hammering in her chest. This was the closest physical contact they had had since the time by the lake. She found she couldn’t look him in the eye. His golden eye was too intense. It was like he could see right though her, right to her soul. She suddenly found herself remembering their kiss, how soft his lips had been, how silky his hair, how cold his cheeks from the water…She focused her eyes on his hand on her wrist instead. What elegant hands for a killer, was all she could think.

 

He seemed to realise too that his hand still held her. Slowly he released her wrist, fingers sliding away like silk. With the removal of his hand, Yayoi managed to gather her senses. Glancing up into his face she shivered involuntarily. So intense. Quickly she thrust her hands behind her back lest she grab him herself.

 

“I’m just going to bring the water to the team,” she explained, hoping he wouldn’t notice her blush.

 

“Those idiots can get it themselves. You’re not their slave,” he said looking away from her and shoving his hands deep into his pockets.

 

“Wow…he didn’t swear,” was all she could think, smiling gently to herself.

 

Fortunately, before Yayoi could think of any other appropriate reply, Ikki glided over.

 

“Hey, Nakayama! Did you forget our water? ‘Course Agito I don’t blame you for wanting to keep her busy over here, a hot girl like that!” Ikki crowed, successfully dodging Agito’s kick, “Careful Nakayama, our lil’ shark bites!”He rolled off with the water crate, laughing to himself.

 

“Fuckface,” Agito stated simply, slouching back against the wall.

 

 Yayoi stared after Ikki, unsure of how to react. Was that a compliment in a weird way? Dismissing Ikki, she slid down to the ground again. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she wrapped her arms securely around them. The night was getting chilly and the stars twinkled coldly overhead.

 

“So where do you practice now Agito-kun?” she asked him softly, not looking up. It surprised her when he spoke. She had assumed he would ignore her.

 

“There’s an abandoned factory near the outskirts of town,” he spoke quietly, the night muffling his words, “No one comes there so I can practice my fangs undisturbed.”

 

“Oh…,” she said, then very gently, “I worry about you, you know…when you disappear like that…thanks for telling me…”

 

Agito didn’t reply but Yayoi smiled softly to herself anyway. Minutes passed in comfortable silence and she felt herself becoming drowsy. It was getting late. She yawned and rested her head on her drawn-up knees. A shiver trembled through her thin frame from the cold. The sound of a body lightly landing on the ground beside her caused her to open her eyes. Shocked she stared at Agito sitting beside her.

 

“Akito needs to rest,” he explained without looking at her, “I can’t tire this body out on him.”

 

Yayoi knew some people found the idea of a split personality disturbing but she thought the way Agito cared for Akito was so…well cute! She viewed them as two totally different people. Akito was the sweet, lovable little brother while Agito…She looked at his profile as he tilted his head back against the wall. Well, Agito was something much more dangerous.

 

His eyes were closed as he rested. A dark blue strand of hair had fallen across his eyes and she had to resist the urge to lean across and brush it back into place. Her nerves were already going haywire with him so close; she didn’t have to make it even more difficult on herself! Still though, she couldn’t help shifting closer to him, being careful not to disturb him, until their shoulders almost touched.

 

“It’s not just because I like him,” she told herself, “I am cold.”

 

She froze as he opened his golden eye and turned his head to look at her. He was so close now his breath blew across her face. Before he could hear her rapid heartbeat, she stretched deliberately, faked a yawn and gave him a sleepy smile. She tilted her head back and let it rest against the wall. Viciously she crushed her disappointment when she heard him begin to move. Of course he wouldn’t want to be that close…Preparing to move away herself, she stiffened in shock when she felt something warm brush he shoulder. Opening her eyes slowly she stared at the leather arm resting against hers. She followed it up to the navy head mere inches from her own. He was leaning at an angle she realised suddenly. The deadly serrated edges of his AT’s facing away from her.

 

“Was that why he moved…?” she thought sleepily. “To protect me…?”

 

Her eyes began to feel heavy and without thinking her head slid sideways to rest on his shoulder.

 

“Warm…” she thought to herself, “He’s not cold at all…”

 

Her eyelids drifted slowly shut. Her last sight was of Emily soaking wet hiding behind Kazu while he gallantly tried to defend her from Onigiri’s lecherous looks.

 

“Well, I did try to warn her…”

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