Defective Tragedy [Akeno]

[AKENO!nakamura]

HAVE YOU GOT CHILLS ?!!
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AKENO NAKAMURA
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| ♂ ! 27 ! Pansexual ! Musician ! Japanese |
Uruha of The GazettE ??!
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| OUTFIT ! 'ARIA OF HALF CHARACTER' ! FFVI |
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Oh my hero, so far away now.
Will I ever see your smile?
Love goes away, like night into day.
It's just a fading dream.

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TENSION rose higher in him, at his friend's actions, despite the tone used being soft and sweet. Even as Nanuk merely sat down beside him, he could feel his stomach go tight, and it took all his willpower to bite back a whimper that wanted to escape at the contact.

THE request caused him to blink up curiously, and he was going to respond. His breath caught, though, and Akeno quickly glanced away. Normally, he would have done anything the brunette asked of him--or tried to, at least. It was the least he could do, to pay back Nanuk for all the help he'd given him. The suggestion had him confused, though, for reasons that had been ingrained into his mind over time. Nobu's lack of sanity had a way of rubbing off, in small increments.

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[/color] shiver slithered its way down his spine, only settling as Nanuk's fingers finally settled curled with his, giving his brain something to focus on. Akeno lifted his eyes up, the mild shock of seeing eyes so focus on him for a second causing his heart to skip a beat, and for him to swallow hard. "I-I... N-Nan...

"W-WHY a-are you telling me this-s?" the blonde whispered, brain tingling with the beginnings of a headache. What if he became less amazing than what Nanuk apparently saw? Would he leave? Akeno leaned closer to the younger man at the prospect, only to stiffen as the twenty-six-year-old continued.

THERE was nothing in the words that should have frightened him--really, the blonde should have been pleased. But he could feel his chest clench tightly, making it difficult to breath. His trembling fingers twitched against Nanuk's hand before lightly gripping it. A small whimper slipped before Akeno buried his face into the brunette's neck, nuzzling the skin.

THE buzzing of his brain grew louder, and before he knew it, he could feel the shudders breathed in and out hitching, and his grasp tighten. "N-N-Nan--nuh." Though the fogging sensation, the blonde heard himself say, "Nanuk, g-get me a... A bag."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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|| NOTES ??! || n/a.

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[NANUK HITACHIN]

The younger of the two gently squeezed the twenty-seven-year-old's hand, head tilting to the side, "Because I have nothing to hide from you. That is why, Akeno." He had yet to realize that something much deeper had formed over time for the blonde, but had remained hidden in his heart. So concealed that Nanuk was pretty much oblivious to the feelings; at least for now. Nonetheless, Akeno was still one of his best friends and the vocalist couldn't risk loosing anyone close to him. Not even the blonde musician.

He blinked as his set of digits were gripped, and double-blinked as his ears picked up on the whimper that came out of the other Japanese. "Aka-chan?" he asked, rubbing his free hand up and down the length of the other's back. "What's the matter?" he asked, resting a cheek on top of the fluffy fair-colored hair. Nanuk bit his bottom lip, silently wondering if he's said something wrong to upset his friend. But what I said should have made him happy. Right?

His eyes trailed down when he heard his name starting to be stammered out, lifting his head to study the trembling man. "A... bag?" he question, the reason why not registering right off. When it did, Nanuk sprung up to his feet, calmly told Akeno to try to relax and take deep breaths. You made him have a panic attack. Lovely. his mind scolded him.

Bag, bag, bag... Where are the bags? Nanuk wondered, brown orbs searching around the kitchen for a brown paper bag. He then remember they kept them on top of the fridge, and quickly grabbed a few before returning to the blonde. Taking one of the flattened pieces of tree, the brunette crawled in behind his friend and held him close. "Here." he spoke, handing the opened bag to the guitarist. Hands dropped to the slim waist between his bent legs, face nuzzling into the back of the blonde's head. "I'm right here. Just calm yourself and breathe."