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“Asougi.”
A name as sweet as honey. A name as soft as silk. A man as fierce as a hurricane.
A man that laid dead on the hardwood floor.
“Naruhodou.”
A name as gentle as the wind. A name as heavy as rocks. A man with many gifts.
A man that stood above his dead best friend crying.
Two men with big dreams.
One man left to fill the holes in the already destroyed building.
Asougi and Naruhodou. Two rivals and best friends ready to take on the world of law.
Asougi and Naruhodou. One man broken and one forever gone.
“Asougi.”
“Naruhodou.”
Two lawyers. One was a defense attorney dealing with the loss of his closest friend and rival.
One was the fabled “masked disciple.”
“I never expected to meet you here, Naruhodou.” Asougi sighed, silently gazing towards the defense attorney standing in front of him.
“I thought… I thought you were dead.” Naruhodou clenched his fists. “We all did.” The defense attorney inhaled shakily, on the verge of tears.
“Why are you here then?”
“What?” Naruhodou looked up.
“Why did you try to find me.” Asougi scoffed. He was surprised that Naruhodou actually searched for him after what occurred on the S.S. Alaclaire.
“I missed you. I missed you a lot, Asougi. All I wanted was you back. I never truly believed that you were dead, so I went searching for you.” Naruhodou sobbed, looking straight towards the floor. “I loved you Asougi. I wanted to come to England with you. I imagined us doing everything together.”
Asougi’s eyes widened. Naruhodou… loved him? He was caught off-guard, left to stare at the crying defense attorney in front of him.
“I never realized that you felt that way, Naruhodou.” Asougi went over to his crying best friend, trying to give him his best hug.
Naruhodou sobbed into his shirt. “All I wanted was a life with you, no matter what it took. That’s why I came to England with you. I love you, Asougi. I really do.” He cried harder, soaking the white fabric of Asougi’s shirt with his tears.
Asougi stood there, still shocked. He shook his head, trying to collect his thoughts. Asougi grabbed Naruhodou’s tear-stained face and looked at him.
All he could do was stare. Stare at the man who just confessed his fucking love to him . The man who searched all of England just to find him.
His best friend, Ryuunosuke Naruhodou.
Asougi’s lips smashed against Naruhodou’s, needy and quick. Naruhodou’s eyes widened in shock, but said nothing as he kissed back. The two men’s lips moved in harmony, pent up emotions letting themselves out with each movement.
Naruhodou was the first to pull away, a light flush covering his cheeks. The two men stared at each other, then burst out laughing.
“So, do you love me back?” Naruhodou asked, grabbing ahold of Asougi’s hand.
Asougi chuckled, giving him a soft peck on the cheek. “Of course, Naruhodou.”
Two men with big dreams. One concealing his feelings like the mask on his face.
One torn between guilt and love.
Asougi and Naruhodou. Two men torn apart.
Asougi and Naruhodou. Two men brought back together and ready to take on anything, again.