Nine Lives [ Kou Mukami x Reader ] [ Oneshot ]
Death was a blissful thing. People never understood that after what pain and suffering you could live would morph into a new beginning. A life on the other side where the pain of today could never match what beauty tomorrow, and forevermore would hold. But that was shattered when the sirens blared through your faint hearing, and the muffled sounds of cries made their existence in your ears as you felt a cold embrace consume your torso, coherent whispers created their noise in your ears. “I won’t call you M Neko-chan if you live,” he sobbed into your ears, the gentle feel of wetness upon your cheek made your lips part so that a moan of agony escaped your slightly chapped lips.
From outside of your almost unconscious point of view, the great idol of the century was crying for your well-being. An ambulance was called from Kou’s heavy screams of wanting help, and avail came for him. “Don’t die on me,” he begged. “Don’t go, don’t go.” He pleaded. Of course, in some way, Kou was acting like how he had to before a world whom thought him a helpless romantic human that his soap operas, and dramas reigned true. But if there was the opaque silence and the people around didn’t exist, he would be howling for the eldest brother and screaming high curses into the night. Possibly even going as to so far as to sink his teeth into your neck, or even create a scene no one wanted.
Within moments of this action and deep-thinking, paramedics dressed in white had to pry you out of the arms of Kou, whilst a paramedic held him back to whisper words of instruction. If he could calm down, he would be allowed to hop into the vehicle and go with his beloved to the hospital in which life could be restored. With harsh heaving, the blond nodded towards the paramedic, but his face was sticky and glistening with tears at holding your body in his arms that wanted your eternal warmth in them. Slowly raising to a standing, the young man breathed in once, and took a step forward before he broke out into a run scuffing into the car as he slid along the bench that was held on the side to hold your hand.
“Don’t leave me,” he pleaded you, kissing the back of your hand, but there was nothing you could reply with. Not that night.
It was until morning that your once heavy eyelids met the first rays of the glorious sun, so full of sleep and exhaustion, before you glanced over to the young idol who sat reclined back in his chair. His face so angelic, so peaceful, and for once you didn’t want to ruin a perfect sculpture that would not be framed for eternity. Trying to push your back off of the bed, you felt it impossible as you rested yourself back down with your whole face distorted in pain. Glancing over to Kou, you noted his awakening, and his stare as he reached up to rub at his eye in a childish manner.
“You’re awake,” he murmured with a tone that held calamity. In that moment, there was a loud cry that ripped through the morning air’s silence as you saw what you once thought as strong as a glacier begin to crumble into nothing but ice cubes. “Why would you do that to me?!” He bellowed with a mix of anger and agony. “Don’t you know how much I love you? Do you doubt me? Or simply, was it the fact that you’ve been lying to me this whole entire time?!” If he were human, his lungs would possibly have bursted through his mouth from the volume of his fury.
“I don’t like liars,” he came to soften so quickly as he reached out to trace along your lips. By now, you knew that it was only a matter of time that he would flare. In the instant he captured your chin beneath his fingers and turned your head gently to look at him as his face was already there to meet your eyes.
“Why?” He questioned the agony within his voice was almost enough to even compare to the agony that you had once felt. “If you were unhappy,” he murmured as his thumb reached up to trace along your lips with his eyes saddening. “I could have given you anything to make you happy.” His voice barely above a whisper. “A diamond, two diamonds, emeralds, a car so your beautiful feet won’t have to walk on the filthy grounds, clothes, anything,” he leaned forward and gently did he place his forehead against yours.
“Kou.” Your voice croaked, as emotion welled within your eyes. “Money can’t make me happy, money can’t buy happiness.” You explained.
Pulling back in a jerk-like motion, he hissed. “Then what makes you happy?!” He yelled at you. “Don’t give me that white washing shit, I won’t believe it!” He cried.
Ripping out the attachments to your body, you pulled your back up from the hospital bed, and pulled you in as your eyes spilled the emotion in a sense of faint relief. “You make me happy.” You whispered to him. “You’ve been working constantly, and I felt so alone, I just wanted you…. I missed you and I thought you didn’t want me anymore-"
His lips pressed to yours in a manner of possession that any camera would have been tempted to zoom into as the kiss pushed your back to press along the subtle cushioning of the bed. His lips withdrew from yours as your eyes met his, locking in a gaze that was unforgettable.
”You could have spoken with me, I would have cancelled a few plans to be with you. You didn’t have to do that. And don't do that again.“ He murmured as he gently nuzzled your cheek.
”Never do that again.“ A sniffle sounded from him.
”I love you too much for you to leave me,“ he wrapped one arm around you, trying to bask in the warmth that you were centimeters from losing if he hadn’t caught you. You’d only fainted from the intensity, with minor injury as he had bumped you a bit. "You’re my blue sky,” he murmured. “Without you, my world would be monochrome grey. Never leave me. Not when you’ve showed me every color even beyond blue."