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The same thing occurs every day. Diavolo awakens early to put on makeup, settling to the living room or kitchen. Later, his roommate Yoshikage Kira wakes up to begin his daily routine. He has to get ready for work and barely exchanges words with Diavolo over a quick breakfast. Both of their lives are blurs to one another, allowing some things known and most stuff not. Kira is kind enough to allow Diavolo into his perfect life. Despite them sharing the same house, they live differently.
Diavolo despises it. He enjoys Kira as a person, interested in how the man wants an ordinary life, just like Diavolo. He thinks Kira is more than attractive, having the build of an average but handsome male. His features were rare for a Japanese person, though Diavolo didn't pay any attention to that. Maybe Kira is jealous over Diavolo, and how the man escaped Italy and his gang to erase all traces of his identity. Diavolo shakes his head over a cup of coffee. He knows Kira likes Morioh. He'll stay here as a paraphilic serial killer, living peacefully. A chuckle escapes him as he sets his cup down, watching Kira put on his coat.
"What's so funny, Diavolo?" Kira asks, using Japanese. Diavolo possessed knowledge over Italian, Sardinian, English, Japanese and many others. Kira tried conversing with him in Italian during their first meeting and failed. "You've been too quiet this morning - Something on your mind?"
"No, it's nothing," Diavolo answers. Kira shakes his head and returns to what he was doing. Sometimes Diavolo gets the urge to pull Kira close and kiss him. Romance was never his thing, even with his former lover with whom he had a child. He shudders at the thought, then dismisses it. Kira is only engaged in hands, not even to the wielder of them. Most of his girlfriends are female anyway, so it's no point. Diavolo's interest in him will soon falter.
But why did Kira take him in, a former gang boss with no past? They both have strong Stands, though Kira doesn't seem the type to manipulate for power. His hands are out the picture. They're large and manly, unlike Kira's girlfriends. The only good thing about them is how they're black. Diavolo sighs, getting up. He has to get to the bottom of Yoshikage Kira. There's a desire in him to learn about him, more than what he says.
"I'm leaving, Diavolo. There's a spare set of keys in your room if you wish to leave." Kira says.
Yeah, right. Diavolo wouldn't step outside if his life depended on it. Ever since he came here, Diavolo hadn't left. Maybe once in a while in the dead of night, but he disliked interaction with other people. He even told Kira that, so he doesn't understand why the man continues to encourage him.
"Uh, thanks," Diavolo replies. "Have fun at work," he adds. Sometimes he wishes he could find the courage to leave and follow Kira, but his personality makes it difficult for him.
Kira looks like he's about to reply to Diavolo's comment, but he chooses not to. Opening the door, Kira leaves for the workday. As Kira disappears, a thought inserts itself into Diavolo's mind. There is a way to get inside Kira's life. It'll be risky and stupid, but he'll do it.
...
It's time for the lunch, where Kira can spend time with his girlfriend. He enters the best store in Morioh and taps her inside his pocket. Today is a good day to eat outside. He walks to where his favorite sandwiches are, but someone catches his eye. Kira tries to avoid staring at the strange boy standing in the middle of the store, confused. He reminded Kira too much of his roommate. The boy had similar pink hair and eyes. The only thing different is the freckles running across his face and the pink sweater. Most likely, he's a teenager, but the resemblance is uncanny. Kira walks past him, hoping they don't make contact. But as Kira sneaks a glance at the boy, something else catches his eyes.
The boy's delicate hands. Kira gulped, nearly sweating. They're small, cute, and feminine. His nails are perfectly trimmed. Now, this is someone who takes care of themselves. Kira has his girlfriend inside his bag, but she's already rotten. Fresh hands would do it right now. He took steps back towards the boy, tapping him on the shoulder.
"Hello," Kira greeted. "I can't help but notice you look lost."
"D-Do I?" the boy tilts his head. He scratches the back of his head and blinks, nervous. "I spoke to Boss earlier. Or did I...? So, where am I...?"
Kira picked up ditzy people before, but this is a new level. "Boss?" he questions. Diavolo was previously a boss, so is it possible? No, it can't be. "If you're lost, I'll be able to help you. Where did you come from?"
There's a quick silence where the boy taps his chin, unable to think. "I'm sorry," he apologizes. "I can't remember. But let me introduce myself! I'm Doppio. Vinegar Doppio."
"It's alright," Kira responds. "I'm Yoshikage Kira. If you go with me, will you be able to jog your memory?" he nudges towards the door. It's okay if he skips lunch with his girlfriend. He's found someone better. With proper care, Doppio's hands can last him a while. He tried calming his nerves by biting his lip and clenching his fists. With a deep breath, he began to walk. Doppio follows like a lost puppy.
"Thank you, Mr. Kira. It gets pretty lonely without Boss..." Doppio says once they leave the store. "Maybe he'll call me..."
Everything that comes out of Doppio's mouth seemed like nonsense. No matter. Kira is only interested in his hands, not lips. Though, they did look cute and plump. He discovered himself staring. God, this isn't the time. Kira squeezed his fists tighter. Should he call Diavolo and notify him to leave so he can have private time with his new victim or dispose of him here? There's an alleyway far away from the crowd, perfect to hide.
Kira grasps Doppio's hand and leads him to the alleyway. "I'll call for a taxi and bring you to your destination. Is that okay?" he lies, grip tightening on Doppio's wrist. He doesn't want to mark the most crucial part. Doppio freezes for a moment, realizing what's happening. Kira strokes his hand, smiling.
"Stop touching me..." Doppio's voice trembles while Kira grabs his other hand. "Stop it!" as he attempts to pull away, the grip grows stronger. Doppio shakes, words caught in his throat. He can't seem to tell the man to stop. Unable to breathe or speak, Doppio's head starts to throb.
"Why?" Kira asks, pausing. "Allow me to admire your elegant hands. They're exceptionally better than my other girlfriends." he compliments and cups Doppio's chin, jerking his youthful body close.
Doppio's shaky body sets straight. His pink eyes twitch, and somehow they turn black. Kira doesn't process what's going on and watches with confusion. The scrawny boy transforms before his eyes, swinging at Kira straight in the jaw. Kira drops to the ground, baffled. "I said stop touching me, fucking freak!" he pulls Kira up from his collar right after that. Kira tries to sneak a glimpse of Doppio's face, but it's veiled. For a moment, Doppio pauses, then drops Kira back to the concrete.
"You're a fucking weirdo, Kira." a familiar deep voice leaves Doppio as he removes his pink sweater. Kira's eyes widen at the scene. "If I knew you were that crazy for hands I wouldn't have brought Doppio into this. You've scarred him."
"Diavolo..." Kira glares. "Who was that just now?"
"Doppio," Diavolo replies. "It's a complicated story." he lifts Kira by his shirt. "I'll tell you later when we get home."
Kira can only stammer, confused.
...
Considering Diavolo's expertise in makeup, it's easy to conceal the nasty bruise on Kira's cheek. He uses a cream that matches Kira's skin tone. Diavolo notices Kira staring at his hands. It makes him blush. "I don't blame you," he says as he placed the brush down. They had a lengthy conversation about their pasts. "My Doppio is cute. But you should've been gentle. He's a special boy." Yes, one who's weak and scrawny, created from Diavolo's past.
"I'm anything but gentle," Kira mutters. "You wanted to get to know me, and you used your subordinate for that." he sighed and massaged his temples. "I like you, Diavolo, I do. You're clever, but I'm a serial killer," he says. "It's partly your fault, too."
Diavolo sighs. "You may be right," he mumbles. "How was I supposed to know you were going to pounce on my subordinate like a wild dog?"
"Allow me to apologize, then. There are many things we need to work on." Kira stands from the chair. "But if I can't have Doppio's hands, I desire the closest next to his." he stares at Diavolo.
A shriek escapes Diavolo when Kira grabs his hands, kissing them. "Hey!" he scolds.
"I thought you already knew my routine, Diavolo." Kira brings Diavolo's hands to his face. "Once I see someone I don't take my eyes off them." he reddens as the rough skin grazes him. They are the opposites of Doppio. "You don't mind becoming my next girlfriend, do you?"
Diavolo shivers when Kira kisses his hands. This is, in some way, what he wanted. "I... I don't mind." he conceals his smile by turning his head, long pink hair obscuring his face. "I'd like to stay alive, though."
"I know," Kira replies. "Don't worry." He lets go of Diavolo's hands, then pulls him close. He pushes away Diavolo's pink hair from his face, pressing their lips together.
It's something Diavolo didn't expect. He nervously kisses back Kira's perfectly smooth lips. He's sure he smudged lipstick on Kira's face, but it didn't matter now. Diavolo throws his arms around Kira's waist, the space between them turning non-existent. Their kiss only grows deeper, stopping to catch each other's breaths.
"Why did you do that?" Diavolo blurts. Kissing is something Kira wouldn't do, only if it involved hands, at least that's how it looked like to Diavolo. During their time together, Kira never had a real significant other.
Kira shrugs. "I said I liked you, Diavolo," he says. "More than my girlfriends, more than a pair of hands."
Diavolo throws his head on Kira's shoulder, crying with laughter. "I don't believe you," he replies. "I threw everyone and everything away to be alone, to hide my identity. You can't like me. You can't." he stares at the ground with blurred eyes. Diavolo wanted to be with Kira, but hearing the confession is sudden.
"But I do." Kira takes a step back, allowing himself to see Diavolo's state. Of course, his long hair is concealing his face once again. He cups Diavolo's cheek and brushes his hair away. "I'll gladly prove it to you."
They kiss once again. Kira can taste salty tears along with lipstick. He smiles into the kiss, exploring Diavolo's mouth. The former gang boss relaxes, allowing Kira to hug him. Allowing someone to enter their secretive lives seemed impossible to them before. Now, Kira understood. There's a huge leap from hiding yourself, to sharing everything with a friend.
"Christ," Diavolo mutters as they separate, catching his breath. "I was waiting for this, you know."
"I know," Kira responds. "But you have to wait a little longer. My lunch break ended a while ago, and I have to return to work." he teases Diavolo with that reply, curling his lips into a smirk.
Diavolo huffs and crosses his arms. "Why am I not surprised?" he asks. Kira apologizes and kisses his cheek before leaving.
He'll use Doppio at times like these, then. He won't allow Kira to slip away that easily.