Do you know? In the poor corners of Osaka, there is a tale that says the dead come back to life in the dead of the night, just to let their tale to be known. But Yuuya would not know, for his brother has never left, for those brilliant auburn eyes still carry light within them โ albeit, it has become shadowed over time by a silent, ever pulsing rage and condemnation. And tonight, those particular feelings seem to have become heavier, more venomous.
ใ y อฆ อง s อญ อฆ l อค อฅ อญ f อฌ อฆ อซ อซ อค ใ โธป ๐ช ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ช ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ.
The same broken tune, so loathsome, has become a ballad that drowns him every night. Its claws around his neck are just too unforgiving, too smothering that sometimes nothing can save him from their ferocious grip. Sometimes, the marks that it leaves on his throat are too hard to hide behind a collar. They burn hotter than the amber liquid wetting inside his mouth. โ Drink up, it's your favorite, isn't it? I had preprepared it specifically for you. โ As if to soothe the sensation, and certainly to turn that frown upside down on his twin's lips, he reaches over towards his brother's side; tapping on the rim of the tall glass of cocktail. โ C'mon, stop sulking. I don't want to fight tonight. โ What kind of expression is Yua making right now? Yuuya can't tell. Unlike his short ivory strands, Yua's dark ones are long enough to cover his face perfectly under the dim light. But through muted tones, his ears do pick up irritation and disdain, along with a memory that he can't recall fully. โ Was that how it went? I don't remember that being my fault. You should give me the details. โ And so goes tonight's waltz.
Until an outer voice causes a ripple. An unwanted disturbance. His body involuntarily stops in its tracks.
But because Yua's attention shifts, so does his. Silence befalls on both brothers. Something about this man is .. making his skin tinge. He wonders why. โ He is my brother, actually. โ
ใ w อช อฆ อฅs อช อค ? ใ โธป โ And who might you be? โ
The question that hits the shell of his ear is immediately directed towards the other man. His gloved hand reaches for the offer faster than Yua's, his palm covers the rim. Pure interest peeks through the mist in his own auburn hues, the yakuza within him seems to be drawn to the other. Kin. Almost, he'd say. The breathing stillness in those amethyst eyes.. no, not just in them but thoroughly around the stranger's frame; it reminds him of a stalking beast. Of the kind that hunts for the sake of it. Now, Rei would have loved to look into this one, no? But.. Ah, why is he late?
โ My brother had enough drinks for tonight. But I will gladly accept your kind offer. Next round will be on me, I insist. โ
