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Scrambled like an egg and mixed together with milk - didn't it feel like that? Neither Otoha or Mikuni could say; currently, they were one and the same and not similar at all. Clearly, they were struggling to get adjusted and trying to keep their body coordinated, but every single time that they thought about even the slightest bit of movement, something in them jerked back and they sighed. This mixed state of mind was a disgusting one, and worse yet, neither of them could admit to the fact that…

"But aren't you their son, sort of? Maybe they want you to accompany them and you just don't notice it, you know?", Gin proposed and thought about it. Those two chattered a lot, especially with someone like him who revealed that he came from upstairs and was, in fact, a friend of Kosukes - no wonder they wanted him to have a few more things which he politely declined. Were they happy that this guy had found a friend? Or maybe they were rather caring individuals, ones that couldn't help themselve…

Aufgeben war eine Option, der er sich früher oder später wieder stellen müsste. All seine Handlungen oblagen seiner eigenen Entscheidung, das wusste Akihisa, und auch, wenn jemand wie Hideyoshi ihm versicherte, dass ihm nichts widerfahren würde, so glaubte er nicht so recht daran, dass er eben jenem Mann vertrauen konnte. Eine weitere Wahrscheinlichkeit seiner eigenen Vergänglichkeit war nun einmal, dass er in seinem nicht damit rechnete, dass er jemals auch nur wieder einen Augenblick lang mit …

To Gin, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, ever. Was that why Rokuro called him shallow? He wasn't so sure. Everything and anything that happened in his life probably had a purpose, worse yet, it definitely happened for a reason. That was why, naturally, he could no longer ignore himself and all the feelings he sometimes felt. Did he even want to date Kosuke? They didn't even know one another all that well, and yet, if he ventured forward into a relationship like that, he figured, maybe he'd fi…

Was it that much of a sin to imagine a yakuza underling baking? Apparently, because Gin stopped slurping at his noodles to giggle about it like an idiot - Kosuke took it all way to literal and Gin sighed about it. This guy would never really learn, would he? Of course not. There was no incentive for him to worry about, at least not in that way, and he had to admit, as sweet as it was to imagine that, he couldn't help but wonder if the ravenhaired man wasn't right about his assumptions. "I can ba…

"Yes, but you also know that I like teasing you.", Gin chuckled. He meant it. Kosuke was someone that was already getting near and dear to him, even after so little time had passed. Did it matter, though? No. The two of them were already connected with one another, they had been for a while, and there was nothing, absolutely no single thing, that he could do about that - even if he wanted to, Gin couldn't sever that connection anymore and as he sat down again, he leaned onto Kosukes shoulder for…

Kosukes place felt small but cozy, in a way that made Gin miss home. Did his parents think about him from time to time? Surely. Worst of all, they probably thought about him during their restless nights and wanted nothing more than for their son to come home - something that would never happen, and something that Gin only thought about when he found himself in emotional turmoil. Were his parents even worrying? Definitely. As he thought about that, he sat down the soups on the table and grinned a…

"You want to do something with your day off, I get you, really.", Gin assured him eventually. Who wouldn't? Wasting away in their own bed, spending every fleeting moment of life with himself and not out there, with someone else, letting the sun touch his skin and soak up the rays he seldomly had times to enjoy - all that was bliss, a mundane thing that one should enjoy. "Who knows? If you get to stay at the place I work at, it's not dangerous. You'll just be keeping an eye on some gossiping girl…

Did he, truly and surely? Gin wanted to trust Kosuke for one reason or the other, but he had to admit, sometimes, that was hard with anyone. His judgement wasn't sound, it was clouded at best, he'd realized that, but also not tainted by anything. For now, he figured he could trust this guys judgement and if push came to shove, he'd just cut him off, maybe? Gin wasn't even sure what their relationship was, and much less was he convinced that the two of them were, quite clearly, doing what they ou…

Was it stupid of him to do that? Gin couldn't say; he simply knew that he cared for Kosuke and that half of this was his fault anyway. If he could make it undone, he'd do so, but now, he sat there and simply marbled at the man that sustained injuries for him, or because of his interest in him. Would they have acted according to protocol, nothing would have happened to either of them, not in the way that it had, but Gin was still the one that got off scot-free, while Kosuke was the one that suffe…

Was he, truly? Whatever. Gin could take a guess, he could enjoy what he had or worry about what didn't matter. Either way, he was just making hard on himself, wasn't he? Kosuke was an adult, he could think for himself and he didn't need someone like him to tell him what was right and what was wrong. Regardless of that, was it wrong for him to decide on his own what he wanted and what he didn't want to do? Studying someone he was closer to than a customer was going to help with how he viewed huma…

Was Kosuke always like this? The mood seemed much more gloomy than it had to be, but on top of it, not only was he wondering when and why their conversations had turned into something like that, he also had to admit that, whatever it was that bothered either of them, it was creeping out of the other when they were together, was it not? Instead, todays topic of conversation was ... everything but happy and Gin figured he should have brought Kosuke another tiny Tokage to cheer him up. It was too l…

Being with Kosuke was a different experience entirely. He wasn't like Rokuro at all; while they both were sweet in their own way, either Kosuke was good at masking his disdain for people as shallow as him, or he generally liked Gin for what he was. Did it matter much if things changed? He figured that it wouldn't and summarized that he was happy here, that Kosuke had better insight into things, but as he waited at the door, he wondered if the ravenheaded goon had changed his mind - maybe he was …

Gin didn't wait on a reply - he simply went out as he was, given that he had everything he needed and could afford to buy another bag, either one of those expensive brand store bags or maybe he could find a fabric one somewhere and then brag about the fact that his tote bag collection was about fifteen bags big, only used once and ... he was shallow, wasn't he? The redhead sighed deeply as he went about his day and got himself some coffee first, then went for the suit and kept an eye on his phon…

Incidentally, Rokuro wasn't wrong. Gin was shallow, selfish and jealous to an extend and now, he'd spoken too much and soured his poor bosses mood - whatever, he figured, as he diverted the topic, masterfully as always so he wouldn't have to deal with it, and settled for other things, more mundane and less concerned with what would happen to him once he was old and ugly, no longer for the people that enjoyed him now; he'd be, at best, dead and burnt to ash, or at worst, alive and struggling to s…

For a man like that, someone like Gin was easy to read and nothing more than a quick snack, wasn't he? Even if he was his bosses favorite and even if he persisted against time, Rokuro wasn't wrong. He was beautiful in his own right, in a way that made him wonder if he, too, wouldn't do better in a profession that needed his beauty and not his intellect, but regardless of that, he was surely glad to call that person his boss and nobody else. "And you're right for that. Why give her the limelight …

So much for being thrown away eventually. Regardless of that, Gin was either to inebriated or too lazy to think it through and every single selfish thought he had was currently climbing right from his brain to his mouth, outward and formed into precious words. What was he to do? Raise a mutiny on behalf of his coworkers by accusing Rokuro of things he hadn't done? Someone like Anzu would like that, but Gin didn't understand why there always had to be someone that was at fault, be it an underling…

Why would nobody ever deny him a wish? His parents gave Gin whatever he wanted, whenever he asked for it as long as he did his chores first and Rokuro was no different. Maybe it was their way of showing affection, or perhaps a reward for all he had done, but even then, he could never truly appreciate or decipher what it was for and why it was given to him in the first place. All those treats and nice words that he received, all the simple love that they embodied, they were somewhat lost on him a…

There were rules to learn at home and there were rules to learn in the brothel - they weren't the same, but they all had something to do with how he presented himself, what he should have paid attention to and what others liked about him; subtle nods to his posture, something that made him seem rather haughty or perhaps give him an air of noblesse. The easy things in life combined themselves into something so ethereal, Gin was loved and praised for it by both his peers and his boss, even if it d…

How sticky would this situation get from here on out? Gin wanted an answer but couldn't procure one, much like he couldn't tell himself that Rokuro didn't have any idea why he panicked like an idiot right now. Was he really that easy to see through? He couldn't say. Alas, it did depend on how he behaved half the time - and it was easy for him to slip into this house when he knew how it looked, how it worked and where he found whatever he needed, but at the same time, it carried an awful air of u…