#ibaki

“You believe in reincarnation?” 

Not his usual opening line, but in this case, it was the only one Baki could bare to use. 

“Cuz I swear, babe, I met you in another life.”

That’s always how things start, isn’t it? Just a word, a moment. 

Ibiki didn’t know what he was getting into. He had no idea he’d get in with a guy called ‘The scorpion,’ a well known drug dealer to some people. He didn’t mean to get roped in as his sidekick, the frog. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

But he just couldn’t bare to leave. He couldn’t stand the idea of existing without Baki at his side. Just the thought made him feel sick. He had to stick next to the other, through everything, through anything, no matter what. 

That’s what love was, right? Love was crazy, love made you do sick, wrong things. 

Love could make you kill.

Love could kill you.

Baki never meant to fall in love. Love wasn’t part of his job description. 

Love only got in the way. 

And nothing got in the way of Baki’s work. 

Killing was simple. Killing could be clean, it didn’t have to be messy. 

This kill was. 

Baki thought it would be easy, quick. He didn’t count on Ibiki dying in his arms, at his own hand. He didn’t expect the pain that it would bring to him. 

He didn’t expect his own gun to be pressed against his temple.