#thirds queue

So it was all over. Well Fushimi’s part anyway. Even with his life on the line he was able to break into Jungle’s security, open up a path for everyone else taking part in this fight against the greens. His fight with that green brat obsessed with gaming wasn’t expected but in the end even with an unexpected helping hand, the results were favorable. His escape from the underground wasn’t planned but it looked like Munakata had his back. Surprising.

Having help from his paid partner to the surface he first laid eyes on his true King. Damn Munakata looked pathetic. Battered, red cheeked on one side and without those glasses. But the Third was more than happy to see that beautifully familiar face. All he wanted to do was rush over to him to hold onto his King tightly and even tell him how much he missed Munakata. But he couldn’t, physically his leg couldn’t hold him up well enough and emotionally he didn’t want others to witness him rushing over to the blue King’s side. Yet it had been over a month since they had their semi staged fight, but part of him hadn’t fully forgiven the older blue for the words they exchanged. Their last words weren’t planned, they both exposed bitter words on their most tender unspeakable subjects and they both had a lot to talk about.

@regalisdecorum

Another night plagued by that damn smiling face. Another rude awakening in a cold sweat. Another hour long search for that name across the internet before his body caved into the pressure of needing sleep. Another night of passing out in between his sheets falling asleep frustrated. And one more morning of being in an aggressive mood, little patience and fatigue clinging to him tightly. Just like this mind wouldn’t let that damn gorgeous expression go, wouldn’t let go or more accurately couldn’t let go. 

It wasn’t like being awake gave him freedom from it either. Fushimi knew what it all meant, these dreams. They were vivid memories resurfacing from a past life, it may have sounded crazy to others but he knew. Fushimi was living another life, he had been reincarnated in this modern age with most of his memories intact. He remembered his lover, his name, his face, those damn violet eyes as if he’d only just seen him an hour before. But they had yet to meet in this life time. Fushimi wouldn’t give up on his search either, even if he lost his mind in the process he wouldn’t, couldn’t, give up hope on finding his lost soul mate. 

It was lunch time, heavy storm like rain forced him to take shelter in a little cafe. Like every other drowned rat looking individual in here. It was small, over crowded and already being packed in here pissed him off. But it still beat fighting against the weather outside. After ordering a strong coffee to go along side some small light lunch he noticed only one seat was free. A table built for two with some fucker already sitting at it. Bastard. 

(cRIES this was the best thing to come back to :'). Thank you sooo much.)