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Author's Note : This was based on my experience, haha. Once I threw my phone into a pavement because I was so annoyed. And it broke, badly, haha. Oh well.
Writing Mitsuzane nowadays are really a challenge for me, as his personality is getting more villainous on each episodes. But that doesn't stop my love for him, it's just watching his story is really painful.. This fanfic was miraculously written because I really want to write some GrapeOrange, although it breaks my heart even before I write it....
The setting of this short fanfic is maybe some times after Mai had slapped him. Boy that scene really broke Micchy so much..
Falling apart. Everything between them had already falling apart.
Why was everything falling apart like this? He wasn't trying to be a savior. He only wanted to protect Mai and Kouta. He only wanted their happiness and well-being. He suppressed his emotions and wore the mask of ignorance as best as he could only for them. But all was futile. Kouta was definitely surged into his own demise, as he slipped like water before Mitsuzane even had a chance to grasp him. And why Mai decided to sided with him? He thought Mai would understand him, but he was wrong.
His brother also sided with Kouta too, and he felt disgusted at how his brother praised that dark-haired man, saying that he gave him a new hope. Takatora would never try to understand him, his brother was always thinking of him like an innocent, pure child that needed constant protections, but Mitsuzane was nowhere near that ideal image.
His ear could hear a distant rumbles as everything inside him cluttered. The damp air didn't flinched him at all, as he walked towards nowhere. Where was he now? Why did he feel as if he had no place to go back? Droplets began to fall on the pavement and his Gaim hoodie. His phone rang, and he lazily checked the caller ID. It was Kouta.
He was about to neglect the call, but then Kouta would just keep contacting him. And that would be annoying.
"Hello, Micchy?"
"Kouta-san." That came out quite harsh, but he tried not to sound irritated. Emotions after all, was possible to be fully controlled, but it heavily depended on the human.
"Uhm.. Are you busy?" This was rare for Kouta to be this quiet.
"Not really."
"Oh, okay.. Uhm, I just want a quick word though.."
Oh good. Now he began to say something straightforwardly. What a great progress. "What is it?"
"Look, I know what happened today was.. Crazy, of some sort.. But I'm.. I'm not angry or anything. In fact, I'm.. I'm sorry."
Mitsuzane could only answered him with silence. Sometimes this was what he hated about Kouta. He said things and doing things that nobody could understand. Kouta meant no harm, but unfortunately he was unaware of the danger that he invoked. Like this time.
Nobody would have a mind to disturb Kureshima Mitsuzane, especially the people who knew his identity.
"Micchy?" Look at that innocent tone. Oblivious to the grudges Mitsuzane held to him. The best thing that Kouta should did was staying away from him. Away from this city. Away from this life.
"Kouta-san." His words once again thrived to performed the splendid acts, just like he usually did."What are you saying? I'm perfectly fine. It's just that I was getting stressed from my study. I haven't sleep well last night. So maybe that's why I snapped. I'm sorry Kouta-san."
"No, Micchy, I'm the one who should be sorry. I was stupid sometimes. You're one of the brightest person I know. So I know you're angry not without a reason. I'm sorry if I'm failed to understand you."
"Kouta-san.." Even at this point, Kouta still regarded him as his friend. And from his words, it was unlikely to be unchanged very soon.
That was why he was trying so hard to keep this secret from him in the first place. Because Kouta was too kind. Because he was too naive. Because he didn't deserved to be in misery.
"Thank you, Kouta-san."
They said their goodbye. And Mitsuzane threw his phone as hard as he could into the concrete. And stepped on it until he was satisfied. Until his vision was blurry as his eyes leaked the tears.
Then his eyes gazed towards the Yggdrasill tower. Mitsuzane had to eliminate Kouta from this war. Either Kouta backed off, or he killed him. Whichever way convenient. He held his white knuckles as he burned the resolution inside his head.