#lost-purpose

     This will be good for you, Lelouch. Go and enjoy yourself...

     What fun would it be, without his husband, though? What fun could be had, standing in some corner, trying to stay out of other people’s way. He knew how to dance, but only in an open area, only without crowds. The car ride was quiet, he was sure Suzaku could feel his stress--but he’d be reassuring himself this would be good for him.

     When the car came to a stop and he got out, he reassured him that he had his phone and would call if he needed to. But, he also needed to lay low here. His other siblings might be in attendance.

     If he caught Schneizel’s attention...Ah, god forbid Odysseus recognized him. That man would draw the entire room’s attention. Drawing a deep breath, he shook out his arms and ascended the stone staircase, keeping his hand on the railing, and entered the building.

      It was over, isn’t it? His cause, his purpose... All of them smashed in a swift slice heavier than his sword. Even Kubikiribōchō was taken after their embarrassingly bitter-sweet lost.        Zabuza was already tired from asking himself if dying wouldn’t have been better. Being in hell would be less.. shameful to his pride. Gatou would have to wait a little more for their date; cursed be his durable body to endure deep wounds and still crawl out alive. Wherever Haku.... the sleeping prince laying over the hospital bed felt more like fell from heaven.        Every day from the last 3 months Zabuza keep bothering the doctors and nurse by staying there, like a dog waiting on their owner be back home. Quietly waiting; like a ghost even.        “ Kid....” Arms aching while pulling the sheets, tucking him nicely and fluffing their pillow. “Choose already if you want to stay or not on this dammed earth. Haku.” As other days prior the assassin wasn’t waiting answer, listening to him breathing was enough for now. “ You’re making me wait too long..”