Flock to me!

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“This should be your cue to make me actually sleep for once then.”

          “I swear, I’m not your boyfriend, I’m just a glorified babysitter. You’re taking a nap.”

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“…do you think if Yuri stuck his hand far enough up macfield’s ass he could puppet him like a ventriloquist doll?” Shun was only half joking about that.

          “Dear God. Shun, what kind of weird shit on the deep internet have you been watching now that gives you that kind of comparison?” He can’t even.

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“But why settle for second best?” Shun’s grin was teasing, eager to get Yuto to play along

          “That’s a good point, though we’d have to wait for Macfield to stop worshipping the ground Yuuri walks on long enough to ask. Being Yuuri’s bitch is his life goal, after all.”

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“I’d say that Macfield would be a far better translator, no?”

          “Yuuri’s around him enough that I figure he’s a good translator, but Macfield is the best.”

          “I’m afraid I’m not fluent in bullshit. You’ll have to ask Yuuri for a translation.”

“Thank goodness.” Akira was glad that he hadn’t inconvenienced the other with any idle chatter. While it was nice having a good conversation, he would have hated to have caused the other trouble with his own company.

“Oh? How strange. You didn’t strike me as the type to be interested in astrology and the like. It’s a little… fanciful for me, personally… but an interesting observation nonetheless.”

Yuya wasn’t entirely sure if he should laugh along with Shun or try and comfort him. This was a… pretty damn awkward situation to be in. But… considering the last time Yuya had tried to comfort Shun, he got punched in the gut, this time he figured he’d take a different approach.

“That is… kinda funny actually.” He let out a light chuckle, still keeping his back turned to Shun just in case. “I mean hey I turned into a freaking dragon and I’ve still got no idea how you survived all those stairs and tasers. You’ve gotta have some kind of superpower or something…!”

“She….”

Yuuri pauses, thinking about the reprocussions if he allows Shun to see her. Even a fleeting glimpse could herald her escape. Yuuri knows the mistake in overestimating the enemy.

but…

He doesn’t use his usual haughty tone, “she is fine. If I let you see her you must do something in return for me.”

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“I don’t think that’ll be the case. Especially with little sisters, they like to stay close to their older brother,” Shun mused unable to help but think of how Reira was so devoted to her brother the whole time before her sacrifice and even as a toddler she liked to stay close to him.

He nodded, taking a small sip of his drink. “I see what you mean. We can only wait and see, I suppose.”

“That said, we’re quite close to the SOL building. I hope that I’ve not delayed you with your meeting.” Of course, if he had, he would take responsibility for it - he wasn’t going to allow Shun to get into trouble for their chat on their walk here.

Yuya wasn’t sure what he could do at this stage. This was tough for Shun - he knew that. Yuya was a harsh reminder to the XYZ duelist of what he had lost - of what he was struggling to find, but Yuya was determined to bring him peace.

He was going to bring them back.

“I can sense Yuto.” Yuya explained, turning around so Shun wouldn’t have to see his face anymore. He figured he might as well make it a little bit easier for him, given everything Shun had gone through. “It’s faint, but it’s there. That has to count for something right? It’s a start. I can work from there and find a way to bring him back, and then I’ll find Ruri. You have to trust me on that, Shun. I know it hurts but… that’s all we can do for now.”

Shun sighed and rested his forehead against the wall, closing his eyes. “I have nowhere to go Yuya...Everywhere reminds me of them, even Standard. I...I appreciate what you’re trying to do but it just hurts so much...”

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“No, I suppose it doesnt,” Shun laughed and looked at Akira with a small smile. “If there’s one thing my experiences have taught me, is that being lenient is not a fate worse than death and might actually benefit in the long run.”

Akira mused Shun’s words over. “You have to give them a little slack, or they’ll never come back when you finally let them go, I remember reading somewhere before.” “Let’s hope that when it’s time for that they won’t stray too far, hm?”

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@neonewlancer

Shun cursed his rotten luck. He had been literally grabbed off of the street and stuffed into a van, quickly being bound with his hands behind his back and a bandana tied around his head between his teeth like a horse bit that served as a gag. Oh and to top it all off too, he was blindfolded so he had no idea where he was being taken.

What little he had seen of the men who grabbed him clued him into the fact that the henchmen were dressed very very nice.

Which meant Mafia. Well Shit.

Shun could feel the van stop and was helped out of it and ushered to a chair, his wrists were secured to the chair and a heavy hand landed on his shoulder, a great lumbering voice telling him to wait quietly for their boss.

“What’s this, boys?”

The new voice rings out cheerfully, the sound of dress shoes meeting the floor becoming more prominent as this new arrival gets closer. And so enters Shingo Sawatari; son of a very influential member of the Maiami Mafia. While not legitimately their ‘boss’, that would be his father, these men answered to him as though he was. Or else Mr. Sawatari would have them effectively ‘fired’.

Upon Shingo’s entry, the men move to step back. Perhaps questioning why that his son, and not Mr. Sawatari himself was here, not that they commented on it though. Greyed blue hues look over the young man tied down to the chair a few times. “When it was requested that Kurosaki Shun be brought in, I didn’t mean like this.” He gestures to the young man in question, his smile ever growing nonetheless. “I suppose father didn’t exactly specify that though, did he?” 

Poor brutes, probably thought this was another in need of a lesson or the like. Sadly for them, that wasn’t the case. No… this was something a bit more on the personal side of things. 

“So tell me, Mister Kurosaki.” Shingo snaps a finger, signaling one of the men to remove Shun’s blindfold. It’s Sawatari himself though that moves closer to remove his gag by pulling it down with the hook of his index finger. Being this close allowing him to see right into those sharp golden eyes that didn’t seem to miss a single thing. “The boys didn’t treat you too terribly, did they?”

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Shun happily guides yuto up and guides his legs around his waist so he didn’t have to strain, supporting his little lover. “And why am I the doofus?”

Yuuto squeals at the sudden change in height, tightening his legs around Shun’s waist instinctively. “B-because I said so!” He’s too flustered to come up with something proper, of course.