oob: shinji and kippei - akira is dead?

[shattermelt]

Kippei was cleaning up the kitchen, getting ready for dinner, keeping an ear out for Akira coming back. Shinji was in the living room, he thought, and Akira was out running or something. Whenever he came back they could eat--Shinji had cooked, which was why Kippei was cleaning up. But if Akira was much later, it was going to be cold before they ate it. He told himself he wasn't worried, yet. Moving to the doorway, he glanced in at Shinji and smiled faintly--he looked like a sexy cat, all sprawled out on the floor, and Kippei couldn't tell from here if he was doing something, reading maybe or just dozing, but it made a very nice picture anyway.

He opened his mouth, hesitating briefly as he tried to decide whether to risk waking Shinji up if he was dozing off to ask him if Akira had called or anything--and Kippei was pretty sure that he hadn't, so maybe he should let Shinji be instead of betraying his disquiet in so obvious a way. The question became a moot point when there was a knock at the door. Kippei turned his head, frowning a bit. Not Akira, then. But they weren't expecting anyone else...

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They were moving, Kippei's arms around his shoulders but he couldnt stop shaking and Shinji didn't open his eyes until they had stopped again and then they flew open, staring at the white sheet and he frowned a little because the sheet seemed taller than him, or the body under it did and Akira was the same height but it was probably just his eyes playing tricks on him, not that they had ever done that before but he thought now would be a pretty good time for them to start. Then the sheet was being peeled back and oh god there was a hole in the side of that guy's head and Shinji stared at it for the first time while he registered the hair not being red enough, and the ear being the wrong shape and the skin too tanned and...oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

"You lied..." Shinji stared at the hole in the head where it must have hit the gravel, smashed like a watermelon. He could see the brain. "You all lied..." He was grateful, so spectacularly grateful, but at the same time he felt worse, filled with the immediate need to have Akira there, alive, where he could touch him and never let him go. "Where is he? Where's Aki? Where did you put him? What did you do? Where is Akira, I want him now!" It did not occurr to Shinji that he was screaming at a corpse, nor that he would not be getting any response.

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Kippei just stared, in complete, absolute blank shock. Akira... wasn't... that wasn't Akira. Akira wasn't dead. Jesus, Akira wasn't dead. That was all he had time to register before Shinji started yelling and Kippei had the sudden bizarre urge to laugh, which would be rather rude and he shouldn't do that here, but oh god, Akira wasn't dead.

He felt lightheaded, strange, as if someone had taken him apart and put him back together again, and not gotten all of the pieces right. Akira wasn't dead. But Shinji was yelling and he had a point--if this wasn't Akira, where was he? And why did he have Akira's things? Kippei reached absently to wrap his hand around Shinji's arm, tugging him away, wanting to ask all the same questions but they needed to find someone who might know the answers.

"Shinji," he whispered, kissing his forehead and turning him away, guiding him back out of the room. "We'll find him. It's okay, lover--we'll find him." Because Akira was alive, and the sheer inexpressible relief was making him dizzy.

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"Find him?" Shinji murmered, frowning, not at all content but so fucking relieved. "Of course we'll fucking find him, and then I'm putting him under house arrest for the rest of his damn life!" There was still something in Shinji panicking. Why did that guy have Akira's wallet? What had he done to Akira? For all they knew he might still be dead, but in a ditch somewhere, or worse. He felt like screaming, still, but now in frustration and sheer desperation, wanting Akira like never before, just to be near him, hold him, inhale him, drink him so they would never be apart, ever again.

He suddenly pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled Akira, waiting impatiently and nearly jumping out of his skin when it rang behind him. He looked over at the corpse and scowled darkly.

"I want to kill you....but you're already dead."

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Kippei shook his head, not having anything against the dead man now, in fact he didn't have anything against anyone at all anymore, he was so fucking grateful to the entire universe that Akira wasn't dead.

He was now firmly, absolutely convinced that Akira was fine, somewhere, maybe hurt but he was alive. He was definitely alive. Shinji would know if he was dead. Kippei wasn't entirely sure that he would know, himself, but he liked to think he would. They should have known better. Akira couldn't be dead. They would have to talk to the policemen again, find out where the man had been found and how he might have died, search hospitals or what the fuck ever until the found Akira, but they would find him.

With relieved sort of chuckle Kippei reached over and held out his hand to the man who had showed them the body. "Those aren't his," he stated, nodding at the 'personal effects' that had been brought in with him. "They're Akira's. May we have them, please?"
A note of hard steel in his voice suggested that it would be a very bad thing for the tech if they could not, and the man shrugged and handed them over. Kippei gave them to Shinji, and took one last look at the body. Poor bastard. Karma was a bitch.

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Snatching at Akira's belongings, Shinji held them tight against his chest like relics, desperate not to lose any part of Akira, even his phone. Kicking the side of the table the body was laying on, Shinji turned sharp on his heel and stomped out, angrily marching back to the front desk and signing the declaration that stated that was in no fucking way his god damned missing boyfriend before stomping out the front door. He wanted Akira; it was the only thought left in his brain. He turned, waiting impatiently for Kippei. He better hurry or Shinji fully intended to leave him there and go Akira hunting by himself...but Kippei was bound to have more sensible ideas of just how to go about that.