Akane Igarashi/Something

## AU (17/6/17 - )

Two days since the defeat of Victoria had happened, and Seojun still laid in the infirmary, unconscious. The doctors working there concluded it was an overwhelming amount of adrenaline and chemical imbalances that knocked him out and decided he'd be fine in a couple of days.

This ironically was the most peaceful Seojun's been in awhile. He laid in a soft hospital bed, still wearing his clothes from that night, covered by a blanket. He had barely moved from his original positioning, just slightly shifted to the left. His green hair covered his forehead and stretched far enough to cover part of his eyelids. Signs of a needed haircut.

The flicker of a smile appeared on his face before it relaxed into a blank state once again. He wasn't exactly awake but felt the presence of something comforting, causing him to spare a second-long smile.

He shifted slightly, farther away from her as he continued to peacefully sleep.

The familiar trademark smirk lit up his face as he heard her words, he could almost laugh but he couldn't see what he was laughing at. The smirk disappeared as his eyes flickered open, blinded by the hospital lights.

"I'm hurt," he mumbled softly. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. He blinked a few times, trying to focus on something to stare at but, everything still looked slightly blurry. "Where...?"

He turned his head towards the source of the familiar voice he couldn't quite recognize. He squinted, unable to remember Akane's appearance. "Fire Kingdom Palace? Infirmary? What?" Then it became apparent that he didn't know the girl beside him. "Who are you?"

"...I don't follow. We live in a dimension? Elementals? I honestly don't understand at all. You're... Ah.. Ah-Ka-Neh? I'm saying that correctly, right?"

He watched her, fascinated as if he was five again, the tutor teaching him how to read. "I can make fire? How? Teach me!" he exclaimed excitedly, shifting towards her. "Please?"

He knit is eyebrows in thought. "No... My eyes hurt a little but I'm okay." His eyes lit up again in excitment and speculation. "Why am I here? What happened? You mentioned the Fire Kingdom Palace? Did something happen there?"

He blinked. "Me? Shoot someone? How could I? I don't get it."

He listened to her quietly without interruption and stared at the ground when she finished. "Is... Is she okay?" he asked. "I-I didn't kill her, right?" Seojun looked up at her. "I didn't kill her, *right*?"

Seojun let out a sigh of relief. Brushing his long bangs out of his eyes he stared at Akane once again, trying to place her features. "Akane Igarashi... Akane Igarashi... No. I still don't remember you."

His eyes widened to the size of saucers. "I killed someone? Are you saying I actually ended the life of someone? I-I *killed* a general? What do you mean I killed someone?!" He groaned and fell back, struggling to comprehend the weight of what he had done.

"That... I..." Seojun pushed the blankets away and stood up. His stiff limbs protested as he walked around to the other side and stood next to Akane. Her explanation had rekindled memories and now he was determined to know more. "That sounds like... me. What else happened between us?"

He ran his fingers through his hair as he thought harder. "Find... my mother?" He stared at Akane in question as he bit his lip. Things were coming back to him, he couldn't deny that. But what bothered him was that he still couldn't remember Akane. "I-I remember that. But I don't... Remeber..." His eyes filled with guilt. "You."

The last four words sent him into a spiral of emotions that caused him to step forward and lean towards Akane. "I want to remember you," Seojun whispered, before he brought his lips to hers and kissed her.

He pulled back, chuckling. "Do you feel a sense of comfort? Does this feel right?"

His usual playful tone returned, replacing the clueless one he'd been sporting for awhile. "Then this was worth it," he mused. "Like I said Igarashi-san, you're stupid. But in a good way." As if nothing had happened, his normal mischevious smirk was back.

"Akane, I was kidding~" he laughed before stealing another kiss. "I wholeheartedly remember you. I wouldn't be able to forget your voice, even if I tried."

He grinned, innocently stating, "No... Okay, maybe... Alright, yes, I faked amnesia to kiss you. But can you really blame me?"

"Something like that," he murmured. "But let's see where this goes first." He ruffled Akane's hair, noticing her outfit. "Whoa, is that a kimono?"

"That's so cool... I know you're from Japan and everything and you guys have festivals, right? Ahh, that's neat." He sat in a chair next to her and sighed, staring at the ceiling. "Everything looks weird. Maybe I hit my head when I fell, but everything is blurry."

He pouted, "What if I don't look good with glasses?"

He smirked. "Really? Handsome enough that you'd kiss me again?"

The smile on his face was ridiculous. "Are you really skipping classes to see me?"

"Now I'm more important than school. Take that moral compass," he teased her. "But uh, seriously..." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Thank you."

"You make that sound like that's a bad thing," he responded humorously. "Well, if you're correct... I'm going to need glasses. Hey, you should help me pick them out."

"Earth. I haven't been to Earth before. I want to see it."

"Who cares? Let's go to all the countries. Wait, don't I need to take an eye test or something to determine what type of prescription of glasses I need?"

"Alright, what country should we start with then?"

"Alright, Sapporo, Japan it is. Oh, we're going to be doing this during school too."

Then Seojun sheepishly stated, "Isn't there like... a law against shooting a member of the inner royal court? Like Victoria?"

"You sure? This is the fire kingdom we're talking about."

"I shot her, *in the calf*!" he exclaimed dramatically. "Not like I'm actually concerned for my psychopathic cousin but it scares me that she reminds me of..." He shivered, "...Me. Agh, being associated as being unstable like her makes me shudder."

"Right," he sighed, his tone a mix of sadist humor and true sorrow. "Forgot for a second I'm more messed than Ol' Vic. For once, she wasn't hellbent on destroying society... now was she..."

For a second, anger flickered in his eyes before it dimmed and diminished. "Stop... that. Stop fantasizing me so much. I'm not as good as you think, whether or not your moral compass is fucked up. Stop... Stop trusting me so much, damnit."

"I-I..." He frowned, diverting his blurry vision from Akane. "No, I don't."

"So... Is that like the Japanese Mafia?" he inquired. "Wait does that mean you assassinated people? How does the Yakuza work?" His questions pretty much overlooked the point of the beginning of the story.

"Aw... Well, continue then. I'm listening."

"Macau and Hong Kong, huh? We should go there after Japan."

As Akane spoke, he began toying with his long bangs, contemplating what color to die his hair next and what type of hairstyle he would request when he finally came around to cutting his hair.

Seojun scrunched up his face in distaste. "Loan sharks, they're the worst. Did your parents bother checking the company they bother loaning from?"

"What did your aunt visiting have to do with changing a paying schedule?"

He let out a groan of annoyance and slumped in his chair. "You should be glad your parents aren't even remotely similar to me. I would've told her to f\*ck off and get a proper job that pays well."

"Those are some weird henchmen... I don't know how I'd react to that... Probably ignore the dead body and go get a snack or something."

At this, he let out a hard, cold, humorless laugh. "They literally sold you off to a giant murder-driven organization because of money? That is so... *sick*. I murder people for a living and even I find that disgusting."

"You're too forgiving for your own good, Igarashi-san. I would've abandoned the people that gave me away unless they proved something to me. Why would you need to redeem yourself? You did what you needed to do and you shouldn't feel guilty about it." He straightened up in his chair and stared her dead in the eyes. "...Makes me remember you're nothing like me."

He reached out lifted Akane's chin. "Akane, look at me."

"You are not, and never will be, a bad person. Everything you do is honorable, whether or not you've been taught so or not, because you do those things for people you care about."

Seojun pulled Akane into his arms and rested his head on hers.

"Mm.." he hummed. "What is it?"

He smiled a little, though it wasn't filled with pure happiness. "If they do find you, they won't attack you with me around."

"Well, we could go on this tour thing to get me glasses like we've been discussing earlier?" he replied in a joking manner.

He chuckled, "We don't have to today... But we could if you really wanted to."

"So we go today then?" he beamed.

"Sure. I'm going to have to check out so I might be a bit late, okay?"

OOC: Timeskip?
OOC: Sure

### Timeskip

Seojun yawned as he emerged from his bedroom, ruffling his fading mint-colored hair that badly needed a trim. He rubbed his eyes and opened the door to the dorm. "Ready to go, Akane?"

"Feisty, are we, Igarashi-san?" he chuckled. "Alright, let's go then."

"What do you mean Transportation or airport? Is an airplane a form of transportation?" he reminded her.

"You mean shuttle service? Oh, oh! Let's take the shuttle service. I wanna see space and stuff!"

Out of the comfort Akane's presence brought him, he began to random ramble. "So we're going to Sapporo, Macau, Hong Kong... Ooh, we should go to Seoul while we're at it. And Moscow, and Paris, and London, and Kairo, and Accra, and Rio, and Los Angeles, and Quebec..."

He hummed in agreement. "We should. I'd gladly travel the world with you, Igarashi-san."

He poked her cheeks and childishly mocked her. "Tomato-chan."

He immediately grabbed her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. "I wonder how the wormhole works..."

"Probably. Do you think we'll have to wear oxygen suits in space? Would Air Elementals need oxygen suits since they can breathe anywhere?"

He pouted, "When you put it like that, it sounds like the rest of us suck."

"True, I guess. Very true. I acknowledge your point."

They reached the Dorm Building door and Seojun held it open for Akane. "So Tomato-chan, anything particular you wanna show me in Sapparo?"

"We could go check out the ruins," he said with a smirk and glint full of mischief in his eye.

He shot her a playful wink. "You know me so well, Igarashi-san."

"Roughly a month," Seojun admitted. "Why? Something bothering you Akane?"

"Well, to be honest... It's hard to believe I've known you for just a month. It feels like I've known you forever."

"Or maybe because it was fate," he chuckled,  kissing her cheek. "Do you believe in fate, Tomato-chan?"

"Why do you believe in fate?" he teased. "Is it because of me? If so, I'm flattered."

"Care to tell me those reasons? And is one of those reasons me?"

"So to be clear, I'm one of those reasons?" He pushed, wanting Akane to admit it out loud.

He grinned, "You're still salty about that, aren't you, Igarashi-san?"

"Remind me to get rid of that part later. That's the morally right side, isn't it?"

"Do they have any last words before I eradicate that part of your mind from existence?"

He winked. "You'll know when it happens."

"Too late, you've already given me ideas, Tomato-chan." By then they had reached the school gates and Seojun suggested taking a taxi to the shuttle station.