The young brunet who could not be older than eight stared longingly into in his child-like doe and innocent eyes, a sense of hollowness sinking deep with him at that stare he gave. Even if he was still a child as well, he could tell that it felt wrong. It didn’t feel justified. And yet, all he could do was just stand there, feeling the boy’s trembling hands around his clutching a bit tighter.
Just like a farewell.
“Don’t worry, Kuro. I’ll always be with you, be it body or soul.”
And there it was.
Kuro Ash, a high school student, rented out an apartment for a steep and cheap price and expected to live his life forever in solitude after his best friend died a decade ago.
However, he should really check the apartment out before he signs the contract and not judge it just based on the price itself. Especially if that apartment has an unwelcome roommate who floats and is slightly invisible and can pass through objects easily.
But more importantly...
Why does his unexpected roommate look exactly like his best friend from a decade ago?
(Non-Vampire AU. Ghost AU)
Hearing a voice, Mahiru turned his head up just a bit to meet those mystical red eyes that captivated his heart every time just by how beautiful and entrancing they were.
He leaned closer to his face, planting a gentle kiss on the other's lips. "Merry Christmas, Kuro," he whispered softly as he played with Kuro's long silky blue hair.
A small smile was brought onto the latter's face as he kissed his forehead, muttering as well,"Merry Christmas to you too, Mahiru.”
(ChristmasParty!Oneshot. KuroMahi centric.)
It was drawing closer, Kuro could feel it.
Every second the clock that was mounted on the wall ticked by, a second draws him ever closer to his enigma, and Kuro wished, for just awhile, for just enough time so that he could wrap his thoughts around it and actually think for once, that the world's clock would stop ticking by and freeze.
And the very enigma that he was currently facing was probably very trivial to others yet very much so meant his life for him:
A gift to give Mahiru for his birthday that was tomorrow.
Kuro Ash's curiosity got the better of him as he strutted towards creature that was currently shielding itself from the sun and he scoffed inwardly at that.
When he couldn't get a closer look, he bent down a bit and scooped the creature into his arms, and the moment he took a good look at it, his eyes widened.
It was a... brown lynx.
Or, a story on where the Servamps’ and the Eves’ roles in this world are reversed with my twist on it, and everybody keeps their secrets and dark pasts to themselves.
Kuro Ash is just trying to restart his life and forget about everything else that has lead up to this and gives up on his 'objective' since he deems it impossible, albeit his siblings are all trying desperately and fruitlessly to find ‘them’, but a certain brown lynx that he picks up will change all of that.
Is it a coincidence?
Maybe, the possibilities are endless, just like the number of worlds and number of times the 'new Eves' will search for their fated partners who were torn away from their grasps in the past.
They'll do anything to get them back again.
“Another day, another day of acting," Hyde grumbled to himself as he forced himself to get up, cursing at himself when he almost fell back to the mattress the moment he lifted himself off because his mind swam at how fast he did it.
He sighed, standing up straight this time and walked towards the wardrobe as he wore the same outfit he always wore.
After that, he strutted towards the chair that had his scarf recklessly thrown on and grabbed it, putting it on his neck and proceeded to grab his accessories on the table in front of him.
Just when he was about to grab his accessories though, he caught sight of the flowers on the end of the table and frowned at the sight of them:
They were White Lilies.
Or in which Licht prefers to show his thoughts by flowers rather than verbally and isn’t good at expressing his emotions, Hyde is a hopeless oblivious and emo dork that is still mourning for Ophelia’s death, both are hopelessly in love but don’t know it yet.
Plus, Kranz and Gil are bad wingmen and both prefer to just stand by and watch the world burn while eating popcorn.
Well, she just wants the best for the two dorks.