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I.
Excuse me, but have we met before?
It was the simplest line in the playbook. Munechika had heard it a million times before, in bars, on the street, from his clients at his job in an advertising firm. Munechika had rejected such an advance a million times before, each with a nonchalant smile.
This time was different.
The man who smiled at him stood out in the crowded winter street of Shinjuku. White haired, pale skinned, dressed in a smart white double-breasted coat and off-white suit trousers. The only colour on this man was his beautiful golden eyes and the deep red scarf draped around his neck and bled unto his chest. Despite the snow, the man wasn’t using an umbrella, letting the flakes fall unto him like a million falling stars would.
Like a million falling stars had, once upon a time, when Munechika wasn’t quite a man who worked in an advertising firm and the man opposite him wasn’t a stranger on a crowded street.
He smiled as he answered.
We have met before.
II.
Kuninaga saw his first snow a long time ago. Long before he was born into a middle income family in a northern Japanese town that no one really knew and long before he moved to Tokyo to work as a train engineer.
Kuninaga saw his first snow when humans didn’t have trains or electricity or concepts such as ‘middle income family’. He saw his first snow when he wasn’t able to feel how cold it was against a body made of metal.
Still, Kuninaga remembered the way the snow fell into the noble courtyard. He remembered being fascinated and afraid to take a step out into a world of white.
He remembered a gentle laughter and a hand reaching out to him telling him that it was okay.
That voice was unfamiliar to him then and the figure belonged to someone he met for the very first time. Still, there was something in the way he spoke and something in the way he stood in the snow, black hair and blue garbs a stark contrast against the white that made Kuninaga believe in him entirely.
He ran to meet him.