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alexandria would have to deal with their problems on their own bc he would not be leaving my bedroom
meeting the duke
âit is most important that you angle it the right way in front of the window- yes, yes- like so.â catherine turned her finger about in instruction.
i was tiresomely moving furniture for her the way she should like, heaving vanities and dressers and even her piano, which she does not play.
i should not be at her every beck and call, but it is my duty as a husband, so i persevere. moreover, for the duration of the winter catherine has fired everyone from the household staff excluding the cook. something about the members seeming the least agreeable and we must replace them all at once.
little does she know i have not been able to find very many candidates who possess the plenitude of qualifications she so desires they have.
now we have no housekeepers, no ladyâs maid, and no gardener. i have been doing every unique task myself, since then. it is laboring work, and i do not often rest.
housekeeping i do likeâ i suppose it has something to do with my need for balance. but the gardening and tending to my wife are not exactly where i preform my best. i fumble with flowers and dresses and ribbons and things of that nature.
âyes, do so in such a manner to get the sunlight right in.â she says, making me push her vanity back and forth in the room until she likes itâs place.
âactually, go back. i prefer its place before, across that wall.â
i groan and slouch, wanting to slide onto the floor and lay there.
i am beginning to sweatâ the springâs warmth is making itself known while i remove layers of my clothes.
âwhat are you doing? continue, william!â
âallow me a moment to myself, please.â i sigh, loosening my collar as i sit on the ottoman.
this woman is the bane of my existence, i think to myself.
she huffs and tries to storm out but it met with miss josephine, the cook, in the doorway.
she comes in with a letter, to which catherine tries to snatch, thinking itâs for her.
âahââ miss josephine moves away, âit is for his lordship mister berkshire.â
i draw my eyebrows together. who has sent word for me?
i take the piece of paper and unfold it, saying thank you to the cook before standing up.
lord berkshire,
please come to the park for a promenade this afternoon at precisely a quarter to three, make haste.
- hugh huntington
i stand immediately, confusing catherine when i pull out my pocketwatch and note the time is exactly 2:40, leaving me only minutes to spare.
it was not noted that catherine come, so i leave her in the midst of her confusion when i grab my hat and hurry out.
âmust you have given me such short notice?â
the viscount laughs at me, watching as i cross the bright green grass to him and his family in the sunny park.
âheâs so late!â the viscountâs brother chuckles.
âlike i said,â i huff and fix my waistcoat, âshort notice.â
hugh allows me to join their promenade after i bow my head to all members of their family and he releases his hold on the viscountessâs arm. she instinctively walks back to the other sisters and the huntington brothers and i walk.
âyou must be wondering why iâve called you here.â the viscount says to me.
âyes, quite.â i say.
he tips his hat to people of the ton we know as they walk by, smiling affectionately, before he continues. âthen i shall get right to it and bother not with small talk.. are you currently apart of a gentlemenâs club, william?â
âone that isnât ours, of course.â hudson adds. heâs to the left of me and i feel as though i am in a huntington sandwich.
the huntington brothers have a less formal and smaller club or fraternity so to speak. it is called the midnight table and is mostly for gambling, thus i do not attend when i can. the company is awfully unbecomingâ i do not want to call them ruffians and miscreants because they are of the viscounts friendship but.. i must say they are a rather unruly bunch.
âwell, no. yours is the only one i frequent, even if that may be little. why do you ask?â
hugh speaks lower, similar to how he did that night he told me of the gilded parlour. it seems this man is full of secrets he feels inclined to whisper lately.
âi know that you are only a baron, lord berkshire, but i am giving you a most noteworthy and privileged opportunity to join something more.. high society. on the basis that you are my dear cousins husband, of course.â
âand what opportunity might that be?â i say, looking at the ground in front of me as i walk. i hear the shy and admiring giggles of debutants as we go.
we continue to stroll and smile to passerbyâs. âi am allowed one guest this evening atâŠâ he gestures for emphasis and he and his brother are as giddy as schoolboys. he seemed to be waiting for a drumroll perhaps.
âthe dukeâs gentlemenâs club!â
they seem more excited about it than i do at first, giggling and punching each other.
but the more i contemplate and think about it.. the more compelling the idea is.
yes, i am a simple baron but this is once in a lifetime chance. the duke.
a man who never shows at parties. never attends balls. never seen out in public much. someone like me at his gentlemenâs club.
i can put myself out there. perhaps i may be friends with him..
definitely not on account of his cousin lady delacroix.
â..very well. i shall attend.â
i fiddle with the brim of my hat in the carriage, looking out the window but i all can see is the darkness of the night.
inside the carriage is pleated crimson fabric, lit dimly by candle. it is an odd comfort of mine, this experience.
i liked the feeling of safety that came from riding in the carriage regardless of where i was going.
shutting my eyes to sit in the moment, i am reminded of what catherine once said about it and i make a displeasing face.
âperhaps it reminds you of a womb.â she chirped on a sunny afternoon on our way to the modiste after i regaled her with my confession. her response made me fall silent, my mood hindered with annoyance for the rest of the carriage ride.
it did not help when the topic of wombs inevitably lead to the topic of motherhood.
this was.. early on in our marriage, possibly in only 6 months. i had not yet been ready to make love to her, and thinking of a child only further deterred me.
i suppose it was my duty to do so on our honeymoon but that night i became miserably drunk and fell asleep in the garden behind the reception.. not my most honorable moment, for sure.
âmy lord?â catherine spoke again when i was unresponsive. i believe she had just asked me when i plan to expand our family.
i scrubbed my face and thought.
i might as well get it over with in hopes to have a son so that he may be the next baron berkshire. no matter how much i do not wish to partake in intimacy with catherine, i shall do it for the sake of the family name.
and just like that, that was the very day we (i) decided to take the liberty, based purely on what i believed i should do.
the rest of the day passed with much anxiety but when it came time i undressed myself in front of her, all of myself. for the very first moment i was completely nude in her presence on our shared bed.
i did not know if she was going to undress her garments in the moment or if i should do it for her. she was just looking at me, not saying a word.
as i went to touch her she reached for her own nightgown and we awkwardly met. i fumbled with her clothes and i was certain i was red and closing my eyes half the time.
when she was finally ready for me i kissed the side of her mouth chastely, positioned my body above hers, and inserted myself.
it was certainly an odd sensation.
nothing like what the viscount had describedâ he so loved this type of activity and talking about it but i really could not see the appeal of it in that moment.
i was awfully uncomfortable by catherineâs scream, pulling out immediately and asking if i had hurt her.
she nodded and i did not know what to do.
i had never hurt a woman before. the navigation of what to do afterward pained me.
my instinct was to look down but she shut her legs hastily.
catherineâs face was drawn in discomfort, not easing until i, myself, relaxed. i held her knee and told her it was alright. we did not have to do this.
we did not ever have to do this if it was not what she wanted.. it most definitely was not what i wanted but i had not even realized that yet.
in fact, it was what i thought i should want.
âcatherine,â i whisper, watching her eyes look about the room until they fall on me, softening when she sees my face. âwould you like to stop?â
i was certain sheâd say yes and weâd hopefully put our clothes back on but to my surprise, she shook her head.
âyou.. may continue my lord but.. please, slowly.â
with that, i did as she instructed. i sunk closer to her on the bed, our breaths fanning one anotherâs neck at our proximity.
once again, i brought my member back to her but this time i simply let it ease in when she relaxed.
it must have taken a whole five minutes to get comfortable and she still groaned and squeezed me. i got scratches on my forearms from the way she held me.
we found our pace after a long while and in doing so, i was fully erect instead of almost there.
at last, this must have been what the men were talking about when discussing intercourse. this is supposedly one of the best feelings ever but, as i open my eyes and begin to slow, i notice catherine is still looking awfully discomforted. her eyebrows are together, lips in a firm line, and water brimming her eyes.
i could tell she was being strong for me.
as i asked her if she was alright, cupping her cheek in my palm, she told me to hurry up and finish.
i did not know if it was hostility due to the moment or due to her growing dislike for me. but as always, i did as she told me.
it felt impossible to climax after knowing what i was doing was hurting her. often i would stop and say we may discontinue this was she was persistent in her words although her body was not relaxed- it was taught, fighting and rejecting me.
i tried my best to thrust past her whines, however hard they were for me to hear. and at last, i felt some release.
for my first orgasm, it was adequate. nothing extraordinary like i heard about and not filled with pure ecstasy, i just felt limp.
i felt strange watching it leak out of her, thinking about the attempts we are going to have to recreate if she is not with child in the upcoming weeks.
suddenly the driver taps on the carriage. we had arrived, just moments ago.
i blinked out of my stroll down memory lane, looking out of the window in awe.
the dukeâs manor was stunning. fit for someone of his status. large and grand and open, with many architectural features and details that i could spend days looking at.
the coachman opened the door and i stepped out onto the crunching gravel.
a spectacularly large statue of a marble man stood in the middle of the horseshoe had a fountain and many flowers and stones. it was absolutely beautiful.
as were the rest of the statues i walked by when the butler led me indoors. there were also many renaissance paintings all over the wallsâ something i got entirely enraptured by.
the room was around many turns and big doors, but i was finally led to a large space where i could hear laughs and billiards clacking behind the entrance.
before walking in, i adjusted my cuffs and cravat, running a hand past my combed back hair. not a strand was out of place, just as it should be.
upon opening the door, i immediately took in the scene. the room was shrouded in gentle amber lighting, beautiful fixtures and crown molding along the ceiling and walls. there were many men, mingling and relaxing. there were also many billiards and card tables, where they seemed to be having fun at, possibly doing some lightweight gambling.
it was everything a gentlemenâs club should be. a place of solace and conversation, somewhere to communicate to others like you and escape the realities of life back home.
in this place i felt grateful yet guilty, being so far from catherine. the furthest i venture at night is the huntington household for their god awful club and that is rare enough for me as is.
nobody acknowledges my presence other than a few non lasting glances my way, that is, until the viscount sees me.
âwilliam! you made it!â he gets up from his chair and takes my cheeks in his hands, kissing them aggressively. he reeks of liquor and i brush myself off when he lets go.
âgood evening, my lord.â i say, although not directly, my eyes are drifting about and seeing if i can find any familiar faces.
a few, but not many. i know only the viscount and his brother as well as the marquess and his family. that is it.
âi trust catherine did not take it well?â he chuckles, examining me. he offered me a seat on the couch where he previously was. i take it.
âactually catherine was rather excited for meâ sheâs quite.. devoted to status.â
he laughs, âim sure if it was an option my cousin would have forced you to bring her here, yes?â
i found myself smiling at this before i realized it was unjust to ridicule my wife behind her back, despite the truthfulness behind the viscounts words. but he continued.
âher influence on clara is profoundly strongâ i have yet to hear the end of it. and you know me, i love that woman,â he practically growls at the thought of her, flaring his nostrils and closing his eyes for a moment. he is most likely referring to her in an erotic manner. âbut her antics are driven by my cousin in the most assured wayââ
he fades out of my hearing, continuing to jabber on at length about the two women who closely intertwine our lives. but i am too transfixed.
the duke has arrived.
some members stand up and bow, apparently including myself as my legs shoot me upwards, staring at him earnestly.
i had never really met the duke before. seen him, yes. but being in his presence able to meet him.. it felt like meeting the king (or how i imagine thatâd be like).
he didnât exactly look at anyone, he just waved his hand and told everybody to sit down and donât mind him.
everyone acknowledged that and continued with their activitiesâ except for myself who didnât sit down until i blinked out of my trance.
the duke was so casual here. much more so than when i had seen him in formal settings before.
in fact, i looked overly dressed compared to him. but after all it is his house and his club.
âhello? william?â the viscount waved a hand in my face. i shook my head and raised it to him.
âyes? did you say something?â
âi asked if you wanted a drink.â he said slowly like i was stupid. but then his lips curved into a smirk, his mustache bending with it.
â..wh-â
âyou would like to meet the duke, wouldnât you? i saw you looking,â he grinned.
before i could say a thing, he grabbed my wrist, set his crystal glass down, and pulled me up.
it was happening too fast for my liking but i regrettably kept following the viscount, all the way until we got to his graceâs place by the fire-lit mantle.
he sat there, playing chess with another man.
we did not get his attention until hugh took a step further, pulling my arm in.
the duke looked up and i sharply inhaled.
âgood evening, huntington.â he said tiredly.
âgreetings your grace. allow me to um..â he cleared his throat and pulled me by my arm again: i seemed to have tried drifting away. âallow me to introduce you to lord berkshire. my good friend and in law.â
âi know you, baron.â he said, fixated on taking his opponent's chess bishop with a simple maneuver.
ây-you do?â i go bright pinkâ thankfully he cannot see it as he is not paying attention to me, too busy with his game.
âi know of you.â he corrects. âyou are not as much of a wallflower as you think.â
the duke looks up and makes eye contact with me. his gaze is so sharp i swear i felt it could wound me. i did not know what to say, captivated by his face.
he looked quite like his relative from france, miss delacroix.
oh, miss delacroix. the beauty i met the previous night and before that, seen at the gilded parlour.
that mysterious woman could very well be the reason i am so nervous to converse with the duke.
did he find out?
is he blunt with me because he knows i talked to her that night?
she was in a certain predicament. an onlooker could have seen the scene and thought i was taking advantage of her in a less than respectable state.
or perhaps i did something wrong. said something inappropriate. something that lady delacroix told duke calderon about and now he is secretly cross with me.
thatâŠ
or he is just like this.
âcheckmate.â
âyouve got to be joking!â the chess opponent says, throwing his hands up in disbelief at the duke putting him in check.
it was not until then when i realized the opponent⊠was the prince of wales.
âyour majesty!â i bowed, as did the viscount.
i cannot believe myself. this is disrespect of the highest regard! i never would have came if i knew i was going to embarrass myself like this.
the prince chuckled, scratching his blonde hair. he looked different without a crown but still, it was him in all his highness.
the duke excused him after the loss and the prince simply got up, thanked him, and walked out with a good attitude. but not before passing us and saying âi swear, he is the only person that can tell me what to do.â
even after hours i found it hard to believe tonight was even happening.
i did not expect to be in the same vicinity as the duke and the prince, but i was and it was terrifying.
the viscount did not seem to be as wound up as me, in fact, he told me to loosen up.
he even took the liberty of yanking my necktie off me, leaving me bewildered. after that i had no interest to hang around him at this club for any longer.
i began to seek other company.
although, it proved to be difficult and i was cautiously walking around seeing what others were doing.
i felt like a peacock among them. they all wore much more casual clothing than me but i felt it unfit to take layers off, the cravat was enough.
before long i was a wallflower yet again, nothing but myself and a small glass of wine on a chair closest to the window.
i felt saddened. this was awkward for me and by some awful degree of isolation i felt almost interested by the idea of just going home and laying in bedâ catherine there or not.
as i got up to sneak out, i scanned the room. no duke was in sight. the other members could not care so much to notice me slipping right out of the door into the hallway.
i walked along but was stopped by my previous engagement; the paintings on the wall.
i do believe they are real and authentic, no reason as to why the duke could not afford real paintings.
some were newer looking and some were older, most definitely from the renaissance. it was a marvel to see, and i walked and examined the gallery on the wall.
âahem.â
a throat cleared from the end of the hall. i flushed and turned my headâ it was the duke, standing there with his hands folded behind his back elegantly.
i bowed, however many times iâve done tonight. âyour grace! i am sorry, i was just on my way out.â
he came towards me, unreadable and footsteps as quiet as a mouse. i suppose it has something to do with his stature, which is.. not the most masculine.
âwhatever for, my lord?â he looked at the paintings i was looking at. âare you not enjoying yourself?â
âi am! but i do believe..â i thought about lying but after thinking for a moment, i decided against it. it is late and i have drank, nothing should keep me from the truth. i owe to his grace. âactually, no. i do not think i am enjoying myself.â
âis it the viscount? he is.. something, i can admit.â
âno, it is not huntington, but i would have to agree with you that he is rather loquacious.â i smile.
âthen, what is it, lord berkshire?â
as the duke said my name it felt like a bandage over a woundâ something about it was healing. comforting. how often can you converse privately with a duke? win their favor or at least their attention. i felt appreciative.
âi think i am not a sociable type.â i admit, rubbing my thumb into my palm. we still are looking at the paintings, not facing one another.
âi think perhaps you may be better suited for one-on-one conversation. is that right?â
i finally turn. â..y-yes.â he turns to me as well. we are closer than i realized. â i think you might be correct.â
âthen i am glad we are not in there, but rather, out here, looking at this gallery.â
âit is very impressive, your grace. i do love art.â
âis that so?â he asks, smirking. âwould you like to see my most favorite painting?â
i felt my heart thump with the beat of a giant.
âyes!â i said almost too enthusiastically. âi would.â
âright this way, my lord.â the duke smiled, allowing me to follow him down the hall.
this was an unknown part of the manor, i instantly realized. only he and his trusted adversaries must come through this way.
we passed more paintings but he did not say anything about them. they must not be what we was going to show me.
finally we got to a room.. a beautiful, stunning bedroom. the bed was fit for a king, as were the drapery and chandeliers and furniture.
âthis is my personal bedchamber, i hope you donât mind.â he says, guiding me to a wall.
mind? do i mind? is he serious?
ânot at all, your grace.â i play it cool.
âthis is it,â he says, and nods to the massive painting on the all across his bed.
not only did i just wake up and realize i was in the bedchamber of the duke alone but he had one of my most favorite paintings ever.
venus and mars by botticelli. how does he have it?!
as if he could hear my thoughts, he spoke. âit was a gift from my father. he.. gave me many things but this is one of my most cherished.â
it is not a mystery as to what happened to the dukes parents. their fate years ago was unfortunately common knowledge amongst the ton.
âit is a favorite of mine,â i say, wanting to reach for his hand to show i am earnest. but i do not. âthe painting.â
âi am pleased to know we have that in common.â
in this lighting, the duke looks so much like lady delacroix, and the most sensational feeling washes over me.
i feel happy being here despite all the reasons i should not be. despite how i am a baron he hardly knows.
i find the courage to ask him about his relative.
âyour grace..?â
âhmm?â his eyes find me and i see many similarities. in fact their eyes are.. identical.
âi hope that you are not cross with me.â
âwhy ever would i be?â
i fiddle once again with my hands, looking down. suddenly being his bedchambers does not look so good.
âyour cousin⊠miss delacroix. is she..â
âhere?â
i nod, watching his face.
i notice how perfect his nose is. how itâs slope is straight as an arrow, pointing to his shapely lips and perfect jaw. i do believe strong genes run in this family.
âshe is. why must you need to know?â
i decide to tell him about the other nightâ he does not seem to know. or at least, i think he does not.
if that is true, i would rather come forth and not have him hear it from anybody elseâ making me look undistinguished.
âi met miss delacroix the other night at the first spring ball. she was⊠in distress.â
âi know.â
âyou do?â
âof course. my sister tells me everything.â he he straights his posture and walks out of the room. it appears we have spent enough time in this bedchamber than appropriate.
âso you know i meant nothing by it? i was not there for any ill intent, you must believe me.â
the duke laughs.
he really laughs. it was a new sight to behold for meâ he found this inexplicably funny. for why, i do not know.
âyou really-â he chuckles, wiping his eyes. âyou really have nothing to worry about my lord. the only detail eliza did not spare was that you had a wandering eye.â
âi-!â
âno it is quite alright. my cousin is very beautiful, no doubt.â he says. âbut lord berkshire you must know.. if you continue to meet adeline you will not have to apologize to me. i am not her sponsor nor do i control anything she does.â
i nod in understandment. i want to ask so many more questions. i want to sit and talk to the duke all night about miss delacroix. he must know so much about her.
but the unthinkable happens.
still secluded and not a soul around, the duke grabs my wrist and holds it up. my hand is the size of his face, i notice.
âbut trust me when i say this, baron berkshire,â he examines my entire left hand. âyou are to tread carefully. lest you want her to know that you are married.â he touches my wedding ring lightly with his finger.
i do not know why but i blush. the giant heart thump returns.
this is quite serious, and he is right. if i am to see miss delacroix for⊠whatever reasons in the future it would be wise to pocket my ring, just in case.
but not because i am thinking of being unfaithful to my wife, no. never..
the duke is still holding my hand, looking at me and i, him. my eyes dart down to his lips by mistake.
god.
i cannot help but imagine lady delacroix. they do truly look so much alike and her lips are just⊠the same. even from what i gathered during our interaction in the night by the pond.
the duke clears his throat and steps back, dropping my hand with a smirk.
just in time too, i was beginning to get an embarrassing erection thinking of miss delacroix and i did not intend that anyone see it.
we return to the gentlemanâs club.. and it is in complete and utter disarray.
there were men crowded around something.. or someone.
the duke pushed his way through, frustrated at what was going on at his very own gentlemanâs club that caused such commotion.
i was able to come around and see as well, but what it was had confused me so much as shocked me.
it was some man i had never seen before. a ruggedly beautiful man with long eyelashes and chestnut hair that seemed the grow in the perfect way. he was on the floor, laying on a broken table with the remnants of giggles playing on him.
the duke was furious. he stood above the man in a way i thought his grace was too fragile for. it impressed me.
âfelix!â the man said, opening his arms. he seemed to think he was very welcome.
but the way that the duke muttered âthomas,â through his teeth told me all i needed to know. he was not a friend, but most likely a rival. however, the two were on first name basisâ which indicates history. i was awfully confused.
âwhat are you doing here?â
the man named thomas started giggling again, brushing off the wood debris from the table he crushed under him. as he got up, i blinked widely.
he was much taller than the duke.
well, many people are but he stood inches away from him, almost intimately. he looked down and the smile never left his face.
unlike the duke, who was angrier than i had ever seen.
âanswer my question, thomas.â he gritted with annoyance, not seeming to care about the broken table at all.
âwhy, iâm here for you of course.â
lord berkshire ÂŽËË
âi have notâ i cannot will myself to give catherine what she desires. no matter how greatly i try.â
âand what is it that she desires?â
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kosuke interactions (blurb)
average interaction examples kosuke had/has with the people in his life. enjoy as they get progressively more and more important to him
(takashi copyright yume)
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Ichigo and Bo
kosuke met these two in high school when he first moved back to japan. it was his senior year and they only had PE together.
he quickly found out they were serious stoners but it didnât bother him. afterall his mom constantly stank of weed.
ichigo is a golden tiger or otherwise known as a strawberry tiger. and bo is a panda whoâs more brown and white than black and white.
they were both pretty tough and didnât do so well in school, not unlike kosuke. they got along fine and would often hang out after class.
either behind the building or at the park, ichigo and bo would often pack a bowl and share it. kosuke always opted out.
their friendship was weirdâ more of accompaniment than real bonds. they used one another to fill the void, not talking about anything too personal.
theyâd game together, sit around and be lazy, steal things here and there from convenience stores. but worst of all, their favorite thing to do was go around and prank elderly people.
a time where his friendship almost ended with ichigo was when they went to his grandfathers place and played with his katanaâs.
it was far out into the countryside so suke had to drive home with a big slice down his leg for many miles.
thereâs probably still blood in that beater carâs upholstery.
and a time where his friendship almost ended with bo was when they went swimming and he tried to drown suke.
it was supposed to be in good fun at the lake but he held kosukes head underwater for way too long and despite his struggling, he was powerless under the big laughing panda.
but the time where kosukeâs friendship truly ended with the two once and for all was during the goodbye party they threw for the brothers.
it lasted for 12 hours, and by the end of it nearly everybody was long goneâ even takashi, aurora, and all her friends had left.
ichigo and bo were high, sleepily watching kosuke mount a girl on the couch. it was getting touchy, heated, and clothing started coming off. but the two still watched.
kosuke barely thought of them across the room, as if they werenât even there. he must have forgetting as he got lost in his moment.
ichigo and bo looked at each other, then looked at the naked girl under kosuke who was getting her tits fondled and kissed.
they looked back at each and then down. both of them seeing that the other was growing hard.
bo had on shorts and ichigo grey sweats. it wasnât anything they could hide.
in that situation, ichigo for whatever reason decided to reach over and feel boâs erection. since he was a bear, the outline of his heavy cock filled up his entire paw and then some.
bo returned the favor and in their close proximity, they did the most peculiar thing.
rather than kissing, they took turns licking one another.
it was slow as they explored each others bodies. not getting too far before kosuke noticed and threw something at them, telling them to take it somewhere else.
he hid how horrified he was at the sight of his two friends touching each other up. simply acting like heâd seen them do this before and it was normalâ but it wasnât.
he didnât know if this is something those two did on regular basis or if this is something that just now happened for the first time because they were both super high.
it made kosukes cock soft and he had to tell the girl he was going to home and pack for his flight.
he never talked to either of them ever again.
Jean-Luc
jean luc is a french canadian pit bull. he works out at the boxing gym with kosuke.
he used to fight for the opposing bracket and they met a while ago at their weigh inâscheduled to fight one another. it was civil and jean luc always had great manners.
he switched gyms and moved to kosukeâs by pure coincidence. it surprised them both to see each other again.
he was well spoken and really smart, so kosuke often wondered why the man isnât in a better career field.
sometimes he asks the guy âdo you want brain damage?â
jean luc laughs.
at everything, really.
he also holds the bag for suke when takashi doesnât come to the gymâ and thatâs been a lot lately.
they donât talk about the most superficial things but kosuke wouldnât consider them friends.
theyâd talk about their hopes and dreams for their futures but not about their pasts.
suke would not invite him to a kickback.
Giovanni âThe Beastâ Russo
he was a pro fighter back in his day, far past his prime.
kosuke strictly only calls him gio or coach. because thatâs what he isâ a boxing coach.
but not just any coach, heâs terrific. the wildebeest has given kosuke immeasurable advice and guidance in the sport.
they didnât get along at first and they argued a ton.
he thought kosuke was stupid and immatureâ and he was correct.
and kosuke thought gio took one too many hits to the head in his heydayâ also correct.
it took many months for them to get on the same page. gio had to learn kosukeâs fighting style and adapt to it, adapt to him being left handed or otherwise known as a southpaw, and suke had to learn to listen to people instead of doing his own thing all the time.
heâs gotten yelled at countless times by this geezer. and to make it all more intense, the guys got a crazy mobster accent.
but heâs genuine and dedicated to the world of boxing. heâs beyond helpful for suke.
âyou see this dude?â he brought kosuke to the mirrors, telling him to get into his stance.
gio tapped the mirror, right at sukeâs figure. âthis is your toughest opponent. everytime you get in that ring, this is who youâre fighting, yâunderstand?â
kosuke furrowed his brows. looking back at his reflection with his assumed position.
âthrow a jab at him.â
suke shadow punched towards his reflection. gio told him to do a few more, one the cheek, the chin, the body.
âwhatâs he doin?â
kosuke huffed. âheâs fighting back.â
âexactly, very good.â gio says, readjusting his toothpick hanging out of his mouth. âiâll leave you two alone for a while.â
Evelyn
kosuke would rather get his tail caught in a jet turbine than hang out with evelyn solo.
sheâs a lot to handle and sheâs constantly talking about things that suke never cares about.
sheâs also a lesbian but never bags anybody. instead of looking, she just gets angry at kosuke for being such a chick magnet.
âsave some for the rest of us,â she says.
the only moment that kosuke actually enjoyed evelynâs company was when they did an outfit swap for patrickâs youtube video.
he put on her crop top and jorts and he actually had a fun time and laughed at himself.
evelyn had to ruin it though by booing when kosuke kissed poppy intensely in front of everybody. but he couldnât help it- she got to wear his clothes and he saw her as irresistible.
things evelyn and kosuke say to each other on a regular basis:
âman fuck you, you bitchâ
and her response is âya mamaâ but specifically in that one tone of the mcdonaldâs worker.
âYO mama with your bald headed assâ
âahh you madâ
Patrick
patrick kind of hates kosuke.
and kosuke kind of hates patrick.
the homeostasis of their friendship relies solely on poppy, so therefore they already donât have any common ground that they can feel comfortable with.
heâs her best friend, sukeâs her boyfriend. they both know things about one another that makes both of them angry.
for example, patrick knows that kosuke cheats, but kosuke knows that patrick uses poppy for youtube content half the time.
something that he likes to recall is the little incident from their camping trip.
they all decided to rent this RV together and go somewhere remote. there was a terrible blizzard and they got stuck for awhile.
to make the most of it, they stripped down to their underwear and jumped in the snow for fun.
and to get back at him for all the stunts heâs pulled, kosuke thought it would be a funny idea to yank down patrickâs shorts and reveal his tiny yellow speedo heâs known for but.. in practice it went much differently.
he grabbed his shorts by the hem and pulled them down to his ankles in one quick motion, seeing how the yellow speedo went along with it and sat in his shorts.
patrick screamed and covered himself, not being able to look at anybody all night long.
and since then, heâs earned the nickname of pickle patrick.
even takashi thought it was funny, he canât ever hide his laugh when heâs brother does something undeniably stupid.
Poppy
on their good weeks, where the two actually act like boyfriend and girlfriend, poppy will get progressively sillier with kosuke.
they play fight a lot.
she jumps on his back more often than not and pretends to bite him.
usually heâll pull her over his shoulder and throw her down on the couch or bed.
she giggles and tries to get up, kicking her way out but he grabs her ankles and laughs, watching her roll off so he lets go.
back on her feet, she shadow boxes him and he goes along with it, pretending to KO when she lands her final blow.
when the two come down from their highs, fading from laughter into seriousness, kosuke asks her why she doesnât come to his matches.
the energy changes and she looks away.
âwhat?â
ânothing..â she finds interesting patches on the rug and picks at them to avoid him.
âlook at me.â kosuke holds her chin in place as they make eye contact. âanswer the question.â
âyou know the answer.â she rolls her eyes. âi donât like having to repeat myself over and over again to you. we talk about this all the time.â
kosuke lets her go and flops over on his back, looking at the ceiling.
âwhatever, man.â
immediately poppy pulls in to make up for him pulling awayâ a tactic that suke does to keep himself as the victim.
âitâs just.. i donât like seeing you get hurt. i have enough people in my life putting their lives on the line for their careers. itâs better for me if i just pretend this isnât what you do for a living.â
kosuke nods, offended. âdo you donât support me?â
âi do support you.â she picks up his paw and he lets her, turning to look at her.
âbut?â
ââŠbut i canât watch you in the ring. simple as that.â
kosuke pulls his paw away. âitâs all i know, baby. im no good at anything else.â
âyes you are.â she says before she can really think of anything to back it up with.
âmhm, like what?â kosuke asks dryly. his temper is running thin.
she was silent for a long moment, coming up with filler words and waving her hands.
âexactly.â he faces the ceiling again.
âsuke just because i canât come up with anything on the spot doesnât mean youâre not good at anything else. boxing doesnât have to be your entire life.â
kosuke has nothing to follow up with. heâs silent and even though he doesnât want to go home; he does anyway.
he desperately wishes he could say alright poppy, iâll find another job. for you and hold her all night long but he canât because itâs simply not him- heâs not going to change for her no matter how much he loves her.
Misaki
when kosuke was very young, misaki would take him and baby takashi to the park.
she put takashi in a stroller and wore sunglasses, even when it wasnât sunny out.
there wasnât really ever a moment where she wasnât at least somewhat inebriated.
but kosuke always tried to help her. it was his responsibility he believed.
at the park, he loved to the play on the equipment. his favorite thing to do was play with somebody else but it was so rare. taka was still a baby and whenever kosuke would yell to his mom on the bench to come push him on the swings, heâd see that she was fast asleep and unresponsive.
it was a miracle that takashi was never stolenâ maybe thatâs why she wore the sunglasses, kosuke thought. (unlikely. she was just faded 24/7.)
when takashi grew a little older, he was able to play at the park. it wasnât a good idea because of his severe breathing issues.
heâd get winded fairly quick and misaki usually yelled at kosuke and took him home, leaving suke at the park to play by himself.
misaki also took baths quite a bit. she didnât like standing in the shower.
and when the moved back to japan, all they had was a bathtub, much to 18 year old kosukeâs dismay.
and it was in the one bathroom they had.
âmom.â he knocked on the door, late one evening. âcan you get out i need to use the bathroom.â
no response.
he banged again, this time with forceful aggression. âmom!â
âgoddamnitâ, he growled, shaking the doorknob.
âis she even in there?â takashi said in passing as he walked by down the hall. kosuke stuck his foot out to trip him, smirking as he watched his little brother collapse on the floor.
âfuck you.â he huffed, retreating to his room.
kosuke ignored him and tried opening the door again.
something was wrong.
he felt it.
suke took a step back.
huffing before he bursted through the door, breaking one of the hinges and lock latch.
he then saw his mom, passed out in the tub with her eyes closed and mouth slightly open.
âmom.â he said to her, severely uncomfortable at the state of her. she didnât wake up, not even after he kneeled next to the tub and tried shaking her awake.
âfuck.â he checked her pulseâ a heartbeat present but remarkably slow. he had to get her out of the bathtub so she didnât slowly submerge and drown in her unconscious state.
âtaka!â he barked behind him, trying to get his brother to help him.
takashi gave no fucks, his noise canceling headphones were tight on his head and after kosuke tripped him in the hallway, there was no way he was coming even if he did hear him.
there were two empty bottles of sake on the ground by the tub, a spoon, a needle, and a belt.
kosuke threw away the bottles, tossed the spoon along with them, picked up the needle with a piece of toilet paper and wrapped it up, throwing it away along with the rest of the garbage.
he tossed the belt in the hall next to takashiâs doorâ it belonged to him anyway.
then kosuke reached his hand in the tub, filled with cool water at this point, and pulled the drain plug.
he waited for all the water to drain before wrapping her in a towel, heaving her limp body out of the bathtub.
since he was getting strong now, it wasnât the most difficult part.
the most difficult part was keeping the towel over her as he tried to carry her into her bed, it kept slipping and making him more uncomfortable.
he didnât even want to be looking at much less holding her in this time of need.
but he did it anyway.
after he got her in bed, he got her a class of water and two advils, setting it beside her on the nightstand.
the door never got fixed. it hung off the hinges like that for the next four years.
Takashi
âyou got it, dig!â kosuke slammed his paws down on the canvas of the ring, standing below it. he wishes he could hop up and weave between the ropes, sock takashiâs opponent in the face and win this for him.
but all he was allowed to do was stand on the edge and yell, encouraging takashi to keep throwing hits.
when the bell rings after every round, he climbs in and gives him an aggressive pep talk.
takashi looks more and more exhausted as the rounds continue, bloodier and breathing hard.
itâs difficult for kosuke to get his brother to look him in the eye, for taka is looking anywhere but, just focused on staying alive and catching his breath. the water getting sprayed in his mouth is always his saving grace.
âlisten, man you just gotta stay up, just clear your head. this guy is nothing, say it with me; heâs nothing.â
âheâs nothing,â takashi says while winded and he nods tiredly.
âyouâre gonna take him down easily, this is easy shit. youâre fine!â he gives him one final look and pats him encouragingly, hopping off once the ref says âseconds outâ.
takashi gets up and the bell dings, the other guy rushing up and swinging. he ducks and and moves awayâ quick in his feet.
thatâs something kosuke is jealous of. heâs always been envious of how fast takashi can move. heâs so much more agile.
kosuke shouts at his brother as takashi gets pushed onto the ropes. âtie him up, taka! tie him!â
takashi listens and throws his arms over his opponent.
it looks a hug to those who donât know the sport. theyâre in each others embrace but itâs a serious lock for one another.
the ref yells break but takashi doesnât budge, instead he turns them 180 and puts his opponent on the ropes.
kosuke yells again, encouragingly yet forcefully. he watched as taka did the combo he taught him last week.
body shots on top of body shots to lower the other guys guard before he uppercuts and lands the cleanest right hook kosuke has ever seen him do.
it was so hard that the opponent was on the ground, struggling to get back up. taka danced back, shaking his limbs out and readjusting his mouth guard. please donât get up please donât get up please donât get up.
the ref counted down and as soon as he said 8, the opponent weakly dropped back on the ground, passing out from exhaustion. he didnât have it in him to get back up.
kosuke was overjoyed, like he always is when takashi does good.
but taka didnât just do good, he did great.
the announcers yelled over the mic against the painfully loud crowd that takashi has won by knockout, 15 and 1 remaining the top welterweight champion of his bracket.
kosuke jumped onto the canvas and shook his brother like a madman, yelling in his face about how happy he was. âlets fucking go!!!â
he had a funny way of showing it, sure, but taka couldnât stop smiling, he spat his mouth guard out and celebrated with kosuke and their team.
it was moments like these where they loved each other the most.
kosuke loved takashiâs perseverance and takashi loved kosukeâs approval.
they talked about the fight for the entire next few days. often suke would just stop by takaâs room and talk about how nasty the right hook was.
taka always smiled and waved him off. âyouâre the one who taught me that bruh.â
kosuke would then leave the doorway but keep talking. âyou got serious hands! donât be humble.â
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miscellaneous thought but i feel like if raymond ever visited ashâs apartment heâd be absolutely appalled at how little ash keeps in his fridge
you open it and thereâs only like a six pack of pepsi, a tortilla, like 4 different bottles of barbecue sauce, and a fuzzy tomato. and a rubber band for some reason.