#shapeshifterjoker

Maybe it was how close he had stood to him… or the delicate smell of his body. Either way, the strangely soft desire to kiss Yusuke had taken over him… and there wasn’t anything stopping him.

His eyes were locked on the other’s, they had been for several minutes. It was just like when he was all alone, in his head, he would only think of him. He tilted his head just a bit, his heartbeat starting to rise as the distance was disappearing.

“Yusuke…” he whispered, before finally touching the other’s lips with his. Slow and so gently, for the other was too fragile, too precious for him. His lips tasted the other’s… It was much better than his dreams, much more dangerous as well, which complemented how pleased he was to feel it. So, he proceeded to delight himself with the sensation, making sure to hold the other’s hand and his back with his free hand, pulling him closer, letting the interaction last. 

Oh, how his heart soared at being looked at with such fondness in his eyes and the light whisper of his voice sent a pleasant shiver along his spine. Yusuke leaned in to close the distance completely; returning the kiss in an equally delicate manner.

Akira’s lips were warmer than Yusuke had ever imagined and the sensation made him only want even more. So he let his eyes fall shut, entwining their fingers together as he happily pressed up nice and close against Akira’s body. It was only when he was completely breathless that Yusuke pulled away; just enough to catch his breath.

“… Right.” he should’ve thought his words well. Better luck next time?

Tokyo was a fine city. With the many people around, he molded perfectly around the crowd and didn’t drag attention at all. Life there… it wasn’t bad. Even if he himself didn’t choose it.

Of course, he did have times when he would find that certain boy around the city, but side-glances were fine. It was as if a situation like this wasn’t important. They both continued their lives as if they had never noticed each other.

Today, though, he wasn’t sure what he had to do. Did he have any particular tasks? He figured he had to check before doing anything. Conveniently, he had found an outdoor cafe while walking just some steps, so he sat there, taking out his cellphone to check the tasks for the day. As he did this, he couldn’t help but feel eyes on him. That wasn’t a good sign.

“….” He raised his head and downright glanced back at the person. As he feared …It was him. Oh no. A sudden reaction wouldn’t help, after all, the other was already watching and reacting would just drag more attention. Keeping a calm head would help the two. Demise was to come to Akira, there was no way to prevent that… maybe telling him would be nice, just telling him to be careful or so. Something that wouldn’t rise much suspicions.

Standing up, he didn’t take his eyes away either, maybe a glance was enough to let the other know that he shouldn’t be close. Speaking was out of the question. Trying to seem calm, as if this was what he was going to do since the start, he stopped glancing and just started walking away, to the opposite way of the boy. He let out a heavy sigh. As long as they never met again, never spoke to each other, that boy could continue living properly… for the time he had left.

    Briefly, Akira considered just looking away again and letting this moment pass — letting the other person, whoever he was, pass on into the sea of people like he had done plenty of times before. It was just another everyday anomaly in Tokyo life. —But he couldn’t. He couldn’t let this go. This phenomenon had been repeating so much at the corners of Akira’s cognition that it was honestly starting to bother him, and he needed to get some sort of resolution.

    Really though, if this was Akira, he should have already known that if you indicated that Akira shouldn’t do something, he absolutely would.

    So he jerked into motion, so suddenly that Morgana made a distressed noise of protest from inside the bag, and started to move. He didn’t much care about Morgana’s comfort at the moment, though. He wasn’t running, per se, but he fell into a brisk walk, keeping his eyes dead-set on the back of his lookalike’s fluffy head. (God, it was fluffy.)

    “Hey!” he called out, with the tone of someone who refused to be ignored.

“Hey! Akira! I’ve got something to show you!” 

Mishima grinned wide as he held out his phone, showing off the stylized poll on the Phansite. It seems that the number of supporters had gone up significantly thanks to the thieves’ hard work.