#cafeshipping

Foam Hearts

The day started off as any other for Ryuji, Maintaining his shop, checking the sales on dungeon dice monsters, and then getting ready for that side cafe job. He didn't need this cafe job, but he took it up anyway. It was just something to pass the time. Well it was until someone interesting caught his eye. Ryugi didn't know this guy's name, but he knew that everytime he came in he ordered the same coffee Blue-Eyes Mountain. Whenever the coffee was  ordered two things would happen. He would either enjoy his coffee without any trouble or some unruly man would come in yelling at him about saving money. Though through the second means was how Ryuji learned the mystery blonde’s name Jack. Over time watching the said man Tyuji learned two things. He had the same accent as Bakura (which seemed to suit the name in his opinion), and in some ways he reminded him of the eldest Kiba. Good looks, a nice accent, with a bit of an attitude was a good mix to Ryuji sorta like spicy chocolate. Realizing his own thoughts Ryuji blushed lightly, shook his head then walked off hoping to know one noticed his red face and lingering stares. Little did he know someone did see, and a small smirk played upon Jack’s lips as he watched him walk away.

late night (~1 - 3am) doodling, featuring kalos dads and google translate

“I know my previous message may have alarmed you.  I must ask you not to come to the labs, or try to stop me.  It will only be worse for you if you do.  But I know you have questions.  You’re confused, and you probably hate me.  You have the right.

“Yes, I’ve been planning this since we met.  You know how much I loathe the world we live in, with its corruption and its inequalities.  I cannot let things stand as they are, and for new, beautiful things to grow, old things must sadly die.  I wish things didn’t need to be this way, but humanity is too far gone.

“Know that it is for your sake that I remove you from this evil world.  Team Flare will make things better, but I am no fool.  I know that it will take time, and the transition between the old world and our new one will be far from beautiful.  You would lose your life’s work, as we will wipe Pokemon from existence for their own protection.  You would be miserable, and I never could abide your suffering.  It’s better this way.

“I know that this project is not without risk.  The Weapon could misfire, or our world could fail to materialize as envisioned.  I have made a contingency plan, should this happen.  If I am apprehended or killed, half of my estate will go to you.  You will never want for anything again.  You will never suffer, you will never go without.  The other half will go to your laboratory, to fund your research.  If ever a man could make something beautiful out of this hellish, filthy world, it’s you, with your passion and your drive.  Carry on my work, mon coeur.  If you survive this and I do not, do what I failed to do.

“Most of all, you must be wondering if any of it was ever real, knowing now that Team Flare and I were working towards your demise.  The answer is yes, Augustine, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in my life.  I meant every word I said when I told you how much you meant to me, even when we were only friends meeting for lunch every few days.  How I obsessed over you, saw you in the shadows and in my wildest, most luscious dreams.  You are the only bright spot on this hideous world, the only truly, incorruptibly beautiful person I have ever seen.  But I will not watch you wither away.  I will not let you age and decay, nor will I watch the passion and the will to live fade from eyes that drew me in so quickly and completely.  I’m sorry, Augustine.  I truly, truly am.

“Time grows short.  Team Flare requires my attention.  Yveltal is nearly ready, and all that remains is to remove some pests that still think they can stop us.  But they can’t.  Nothing can.  I beg you, keep your distance.  I cannot watch you die.