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"I said, do you wanna go to this party with me?" The teen repeated, his tattooed hands tucked into the pockets of his skinny jeans. The two of you were at the back of your school, he'd caught you and a friend skipping your final class, but it wasn't like he was doing any better. "Since my only friend wouldn't go with, I wanted to ask you." The sudden pink tint to his cheeks pushed you to at least tease him. "Aww, does this mean me not being one of your friends mean I'm something more?" You smirked. Since the both of you had been hanging out lately, he should be able to take this buddy buddy joke lightly, right? He looked down at you with those golden irises of his, boredom swimming through them only sending an electric shock of excitement through your body. Hanma sighed, "And if you were?"

You didn't mind the idea.

...

As soon as you and Hanma had arrived (late) to the party, he took your hand and dragged you to the food table, filling your cups with alcohol and getting a pack of cigarettes from one of his companions.

Burnt out, the both of you sat down infront of a tv, and as you began to calm, Hanma just had to fluster you by plopping his head onto your short leather skirt. "U-uh, Shuji? What are- what are you doing?" He grumbled against your clothing, "Tired. Lap's warm. Boom; heaven."

Present

"God, this is the second time you've asked me to repeat myself today. Your hearing ok?" Hanma joked, bending his legs to nuzzle against you, "I'd like a hug please." As if there wasn't already one, a blush began rapidly spreading across your face. "I- uh- uhm-" You were cut off suddenly and without warning, Hanma wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his face into the crook of your neck, in search for warmth yet again.

"Y'know, I don't actually have anyone else other than you." He whispered into your ear, nothing more and nothing less. "Pfft, well that's hard to believe, you're real popular from what I've seen, Shuji" You said in comfort, his dry chuckle ringing in your ear as you feel him inch closer. "It may seem that way, but sometimes, even the most crowded may be the most lonely." "Wow, and since when were you the poet?" He giggled, "Well, I guess since I became alone."

You lifted his chin, aiming his eyes to yours, "But I'm here with you now, so you don't have to feel alone."

You watched as his eyes wonder down your lips, then back up to your eyes. "But the emptiness hasn't left, not for a while."

epilogue

now, i’m only still in kantou manji to have something to do with my life. i’m kinda out of place there but i still am seen as useful to them, so i don’t rlly care what they think of me. i interact with all the guys and all. well, ofc except sanzu, since he’s busy with rindou or hanma. but i get to have good talks with kokonoi, and i enjoy making small talk with mikey cuz they’re something he can handle, and kisaki and i talk about concert and gig plans. so my life’s pretty compact and real, and i don’t let nonsense distract me anymore. not something that can’t be dealt with quickly, not something that’s fake, not something or someone that’s a facade, and definitely not someone that can’t devote themself to me as much i do to them. no. because through getting rid of lies and things hurting me, its helped me decide to move on. 

but feelings are never really controlled by ourselves, huh? sometimes we just latch onto a random stranger we see around frequently. like at gigs or parties, he’s also standing there, coincidentally. his beautiful tan skin shining under the lights and his captivating violet eyes shining with luring features. and his charismatic smile, so charming it could creep it’s way into someone’s heart and steal it without a trace. it’s all too familiar. 

but i could never fall for someone like that, not again, i just won’t allow it.

Inui pleaded to his best friend, who was currently a drunk mess. His top dress shirt buttons undone, his hair majorly ruffled and having saliva running down his chin, the only thing keeping him up straight was the arm wrapped around his friend’s shoulders. ”Ohhhhhgayy Imoopi.” Koko gurgled. Inui had discovered that Kokonoi was actually quite childish when drunk, yet troublesome and flirty as well. He’s really just needy. Though it wasn‘t as if he wasn’t when sober. The boy next to him unexpectedly swung from side to side dangerously, they were so close to the door, if Koko could hold on a little longer. “C’mon Hajime, stay with me.” Inui heard the said boy gasp, and when he looked down at Koko, the raven haired boy was grinning madly. “Ohhh Imoopii! Idchje’s been shoooooooo long since yew cawwed me by my fuwst nem! [It’s been so long since you called me by my first name!]“ Kokonoi laughed and jumped into Inui’s arms.

Inui ended up carrying Koko all the through his front door, carrying him bridal style whilst listening to the boy in his arms chant, “Seishu! Seishu! Seishu! Seishu!” right in his ear. When he finally in the most literal way single handedly locked the door of Hajime’s apartment, he heaved a long exhale that somehow went unnoticed by the boy in his arm’s. “Alright Koko, I gotta go soon, so wash for me and head to bed before I go okay?” “Whaaaaaaaa?? Down’t go Seishu!! Stay the night wit’ mehhh!!” Kokonoi whined as his friend threatened to drop him. With his cat-like antics, Hajime threw his legs around Seishu’s abdomen and as if change his personality. “He sober now or something?” Inui thought to himself, placing his hands on Koko’s waist to give him additional support. “C’mon Inupi, stay the night won’t you?” Koko purred into Inui’s ear, “For me?~” The blonde was actually contemplating staying, but he knew he had to be the smarter figure in this situation. Or at least try to be. When he tried to reason with his now pouty faced familiar, he was tugged by his tie far too suddenly and ended up collapsing onto a table with Kokonoi under him. “Great,” Seishu sighed, “Just what I needed, a case in where now I can’t deny Koko. How good.” “Whoops, my bad.” Kokonoi licked his lips as he sat up, curling his fingers around Inui’s nape and pulling him up to his eye level. Seishu stared at Kokonoi‘s pink, plumped lips, button nose and lust filled eyes, “Now will you stay?”

On a certain summer’s night, somewhere in the city of Shibuya, Tokyo. A certain messy blond haired boy snuck into a certain brothel in which a certain friend, and maybe secret boyfriend, lived. When he arrived on the level in which his secret lover lived on, he prayed to the gods that no one woke up when the elevator pinged to alert he had reached the floor he pressed the button to. When it hadn’t, he cautiously stepped out of the elevator, heaving a relieved sigh when nothing in his field of vision changed.

When Mikey was finally standing before the door of Draken’s bedroom, he knocked lightly on his door. Within around 50 seconds, the boy the room belonged to answered, his hair in a messy bun and not in his usual, well known braid. It made Manjirou smile being able to see his boyfriend in such a private state. “Holy fuck,” the much larger boy exclaimed sleepily, rubbing the in between of his eyebrows, “Manjirou?? What in the living fuckery are you doing at my door at 2:30 in the morning.“ The said boy grinned, “Is that the time? Golly, it’s as if I didn’t notice.“ Mikey took Draken’s unoccupied hand, the one of which wasn’t clenching at his doorknob with his knuckles going white, and caressed the lines on his palms with his thumb. He noticed Draken’s hand was much more warmer than his, which wasn’t really unbelievable since the boy had just been sound asleep if not for Mikey. “God shit, Mikey your hands are freezing. Way too cold for summer, babe.” Draken seemed to have noticed just as his boyfriend did, taking Mikey’s hands with both of his. The latter chuckled, “Ken-chin I’m fine, please,” Mikey reassured, “Nevermind that, why are you calling me Mikey suddenly???” He took back his hands and crossed his arms, pouting up at his partner. When Mikey looked at Draken like that, he couldn’t keep his serious, vice-commander, feared by many facade for long. When Mikey looked at him like that, the cracks in his stone cold face melted into a much softer expression, an even softer chuckle slipping from his smiling lips. This made Mikey soften up too, he gently placed a hand on Draken’s cheek and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Go get changed, I wanna take you somewhere.” He said as he walked towards the elevator, “At this time of day??!? Manjirou have you gone mad?!” Draken whisper shouted at his chaotic boyfriend, the boy looked back at him, an unknown look in his eyes and a secret puppeteer pulling his smile, “Well, I am sort of twisted in that way.”

“Guhhhh, now that we’re out here, it‘s hot as fuck!” Draken complained as Mikey pulled him along side the river. “Oh c’mom Ken-chin,“ Mikey laughed, “It’s not that bad. Now hurry up, we’re nearly there!” The pair settled by a tree, where initials and names carved into the bark of couples who wished to showcase their love to Tokyo stood. Mikey leaned his head on Draken’s shoulder, in which he did the same except on Mikey’s head. He felt Draken’s hand find it’s way to his, interlacing their fingers together and squeezing gently. “So?” Mikey broke the silence, “Was it worth dragging your lazy ass out of bed for this?” A lone moment, just the two of them, that is what Mikey was presenting to Draken, though, there might‘ve been more to it. Draken wouldn’t push on however. He sighed before answering, “Firstly, my ass is not lazy thank you very much. Secondly though, I have to admit, it is nice being out here with you. So thank you.” A smile crept up Mikey’s cheeks from the praise, and through giddiness, he pecked a kiss on Draken’s cheek as thanks. His grin faded slowly as he deepened into his thoughts, as if it were slowly eating him up. “It sucks though, I would’ve wanted to take you here in the daytime, but yknow, people might get all judgmental over seeing a buncha dudes holding hands and being all close n shit.” Mikey squeezed Draken’s hand, a sad smile pulling at his mouth now. “But you’re the unbeatable Mikey. A couple of homophobes shouldn’t be too hard to teach a lesson right?” Draken squeezed his hand back, his boyfriend going a bit silent. “You’re right on that. But even if I did beat them up for what they said, the damage would already be done.” He laughed bitterly, squeezing his partner’s hand extra tight. When Draken had noticed how much this had been bothering Mikey, his faced him and looked deep into his eyes, bringing his hand close to his lips. “Well, if in some incredibly unlikely situation where someone tries to hurt you, I will always be here, by your side, to protect you.” Mikey could feel Draken’s lips just graze over his knuckles as he spoke. “And with each of these kisses you will remember that I will fight for you with my fists,“ Mikey felt Draken’s soft, warm lips kiss his knuckles, “With my actions,“ the phalanges of his middle finger, “And with my words.” and then the centre his palm. He looks up to find Mikey’s eyes, in which were swelling slowly with tears that threatened to fall by the sound of another thoughtful phrase. “Wait shit, did I go to far?” Draken asked in a sudden panic, holding both of Mikey’s hands in his own. The latter giggled sweetly, a single tear drop rolling down his cheek, ”Dumbass,“ Mikey smiled when he had calmed, “I’m alright. I’m really fine, but just tell me, you’ll be with me forever.” Draken beamed at him, forever seemed to be a long way away, but he definitely wanted to stay with Mikey forever, if that meant their whole lives, a couple of months, 2 years, or 1 day. He’d want it. “I’ll stay with you forever.” He promised on a certain night.

He was dying. Draken could tell, he was dying. He tried not to think about what was happening to him, it was obviously a lot more terrifying when you were actually perishing. But he had more important things to think about.

You’re out of touch

Sano Manjirou, a boy of whom was in need of a smack in the face and a good old wake up call. To be taken back to reality, out of this poison fairyland he was being held captive in. Even so, he was also needing a tight, comforting hug that could last lifetimes, and a whisper of comfort, something to assure him that he would be fine, that things will some day go back to normal, that all he needed to do is smile. You see, this boy was drowning. Drowning in pain for losing some of those who he had loved and treated him best, just as he did towards them. Drowning in fury for not being able to save them, to hold their hand even if they didn’t understand. Because of this, the fine line between right and wrong had blurred together, causing Mikey to make choices of which he would never even think about with a clear head. He was hurting and confused, and Draken was determined to help him.

Was; is the key word.

I’m out of time

Now, he was dying. He had been shot three times in his torso in an attempt to protect Takemichi and Senju, thus sacrificing his life for their’s. It was worth it though, he knew Senju would take care of Takemichi when he was gone. And Takemichi can save Mikey for him. Even though he would blame it all on himself, he knew Hanagaki could persist. But god, it was so frustrating. He didn’t want to die, it was bone chilling. Leaving your family and friends without even saying goodbye. Not being able to see his current boyfriend, Inui Seishu, and their bike shop ever again.

“Fuck.” He cursed at himself, eyes beginning to sting with tears. “I don’t wanna go yet.”

But I’m out of my head

Ever since Mikey had abandoned Toman and never spoke to them ever again, things had actually began brightening up for Draken. Because of Toman’s disband, he was allowed to live his life, his real life. He was given the chance to finally open his dream bike shop with the help of Inui, who he later grew a liking to and ended up asking him out. He knew it was still unfair to Inupi though, even if he was the one kissing Draken, the latter really was thinking of someone else. Seishu seemed to have the tendency of attracting people who could use him. Still, it wasn’t just Draken’s life that was turning around.

Pah-chin and Peh-yan for example, those idiots were kick starting a well paying business now. A business. It still felt like a distant dream imagining Pah-chin, the supposed dumbass third division captain of Toman, and Peh-yan, the other half of the former’s brain, helping people find a place to stay in and call a home.

And Chifuyu. Well, it really wasn’t that surprising. Sure, he practically owned the exact same and shared brain cells with Takemichi, but he was a pretty smart kid. Now look at him, going well for his first year in senior high while part timing in a pet shop after school. Draken was sure to cheer him further on in the afterlife.

But don’t get him started on Mitsuya. He could go on and on, bragging about how successful the other Twin Dragon had been so far with his dream career as a fashion designer. He was already looking for a place to call an office with the help of Pah and Peh. He couldn’t wait to hear his name being spoken of as famous designer in the near future.

Life was actually going really well, even without the presence of Mikey, of who still had Draken’s heart in his hand and forever would.

That really would be the only downfall of Draken’s life: not being able to share it with his best friend or lover or enemy, but whatever he was to Mikey, he’d accept it. If he at least was able to even speak or look at him in person, then he’d take any title the boy could give him. He would throw away his whole life for him, well maybe not all of it, in a heart beat just for Mikey. If he could even steal at least a glance, a single stare, that would allow him set for the rest of his life.

But if he was greedy? If he could drop his mask of wisdom and knowledge for a moment with Mikey and got to choose how it happened? He would meet him at the front of Shibuya shrine. Just as he did that night, they would be facing each other, the wind blowing their hair around the place, yet not enough to distract them from the sight of the other. And they would just look at each other. It could last hours.

It drove him mad, how much he desired Mikey.

When you’re not around

Even so, there was nothing he could do about it anymore. Everything was going dark now, blank. All the voices were going softer and softer, until he couldn’t hear them at all. The tear that had been forming was finally rolling down his cheek, just as his soul drifted away slowly from the world. This world was cruel, but boy was it rewarding too. He prayed a silent thanks to any god that was listening for introducing all the people he knew into his life. From his once crush, Sano Emma, to his father figure, Masaway. Draken was sure he’d see them all again one day.