#tg crossover

Despite the torment he brought upon himself, he still hears the wind rustling through trees and leaves. The sky is black with wisps of barely visible clouds, yet the iridescence of the moon is intense enough to cast a faint hue on the furniture in his room. An abundance of empty cans of black coffee scatter across the wooden floor, clattering when he tosses and turns in growing lunacy.The clouds are swirling in pile ups, the skeletal fingers of incandescence snap down to caress the Earth. A thunderous crash resonates in Kagami’s ears. He grunts and almost roars, but any noise he makes is inaudible over lightening.

He sees red. His cravings are almost speaking to him. Food. Coffee. Someone; Flesh. His ears were swamped with his intrusive thoughts, while his fingers clawed at the wooden flooring. His eyes widened at the sight as he momentarily sees past the red mist. He grits his teeth and swats the empty cans away. Tears of frustration finally gathered with the thin veneer of his own sweat.

Kagami had almost forgotten how the pangs of desperation felt. But he couldn’t eat. You had enriched his life, yet made it impossible for him to depersonalise any other human for the sake of a quick bite. He would envision your sweet smile, your laugh and your eyes. It staved off his hunger, at least for long enough for the human to get away. He was hopeless. Now here he was, curled up into a ball in his room, the only sources of light being the dim rays peeking through the crack in the door, and the moonlight.

“Kagami?” He hears you call from the front door. You must have been making a surprise visit, during the time he wanted to see you the least. 

No. Kagami shakes his head to himself in disbelief, squeezing his eyes shut as he can feel everything crumble around him.

“Kagami-kun, it’s me. Are you still ill?” Your knocks against the hollow door invades his ears. His mind turns to the sheets of supple skin that drape your knuckles.

His hands tangle in his hair as he chants profanities to himself, disgusted by himself. His desperation looms, and hisses at him, trying to pull his strings and force him to surrender to the side of him he was most scared of at this point.

“Go away.” He utters, his voice shaky. The tumblers to the front door turned and the intense smell followed immediately. He saw the familiar flicker of azure reaching out from the corner of his eye, as wisps of the wonderfully warm, sweet and comforting scent surrounded him. He was being enveloped in his torturous desires.

He bites down on his own kagune, forcing the rinkaku now stained in blood to retreat. His body was acting on brutal instinct, hunger overriding prior thought.

The ache was like the searing heat of a branding rod. He’s losing a game of tug and war with himself.

“I hope you don’t mind me coming in. I brought some soup.” You call out from the hallway. Oh god, that mellow tone. It was laced in gentle concern, but his heart wild ran wild in fear of what he might do. The more steps you took, the closer he was to ruining everything. You would want nothing to do with a ghoul nearing the brink of starvation.

Your footsteps echo through the hallway as you approach. They grow in volume alongside his heartbeat and drive panic into his mind. Your scent was delectable to the point of intoxication. He wasn’t sure if it was saliva trailing down the side of his mouth or beads of sweat.

“Taiga?” The door opened, letting light shine into what was almost a pitch black room. The bag of goods in your right hand falls to the floor as Kagami looks up. Your voice momentarily pulls him out of a sea of maddened delusions. Red irises stood out from the corner of the room. Your eyes widen in shock as you catch sight of your partner.

Kagami’s dark hair clings to his face, while his skin is marred with a thin veneer of sweat. A trickle of blood runs from his bruised lip, and his eyes, now red, well up in tears at the sight of you.

Your knees tremble as your hand moves over your chest. You aren’t sure whether to feel pity or terror, but you’re sure that your reaction is a mixture of both. Your lips part, but no sound leaves, all words are caught in your throat as you want to ask so, so many questions, but the Kagami in front of you, isn’t the Kagami you fell in love with.

Your fear is easy to sense, Kagami wants to reassure you but your close proximity is clouding out everything. Everything slips from his fingers, he loses track of what he’s doing, but he thinks he’s getting to his feet. His mind is elsewhere, thinking about that aquarium nearby the beach he wanted to take you, and all the times you’ve tried to look out for him.