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Kakucho didn’t regret introducing Takemichi to Izana, he regretted not doing it sooner .
But really, Kakucho still remembered fondly the day Takemichi had come to Yokohama to meet with him after years, with his bright smile and atrocious bleached hair. Kakucho was glad to see Takemichi hadn't changed, he was still his hero , no, maybe he got even prettier than Kakucho remembered. It had been a coincidence they met Izana, Kakucho hadn't really planned on it, but since they stumbled on him, he decided to introduce Izana to Takemichi.
"Who is this?" Izana had asked, his violet eyes gleaming in interest at the awkward boy who was grasping Kakucho's sleeve and peering at him through his long eyelashes.
And that was how it all began.
Izana had taken an immediate liking to Takemichi, so strong Kakucho had to pry him away from his childhood friend. Izana had looked like he wanted to maul Kakucho right there, but then Takemichi had laughed, a sound that froze both of them on their spot.
"Kaku-chan, you have such a close friend, I'm happy for you!" And then he showed them that dazzling smile that neither Kakucho or Izana could fight against.
It was then that Izana's obsession and twisted love began, all because of a chance encounter during a sunny afternoon in Yokohama.
"Have you settled well in your new home, Takemichi?" Kakucho asked as Takemichi placed a plate full of delicious food in front of him.
"Ah, yes, thank you for the help! Especially Mochi-kun has been really helpful!" Takemichi smiled brightly as he took a seat beside Izana, who had the gentlest look Kakucho had ever seen. "I'm sorry if you had to bother him, Izana… but I'm grateful for his help. I couldn’t have done it on my own."
Izana hummed and nuzzled his face against Takemichi's neck, making the younger boy giggle at the feeling.
After Izana's obsession with Takemichi began, it took him ten minutes to make Takemichi spill his guts about the situation he was living in Tokyo. Kakucho remembered the fury he felt when Takemichi embarrassingly told them he had been forced to participate in a battle ring with his friends. Takemichi, who couldn't even throw a punch to save his life. Kakucho's fist clenched unconsciously when his mind went to how Izana had pried Takemichi's shirt off him, revealing black and blue bruises all over his torso. His worry for Takemichi, his hero , had been the only thing that stopped Kakucho from taking a train to Tokyo and murder whoever did this to Takemichi.
It was then Takemichi revealed that he was planning to move, but he had no idea where to go. He could use his parents' money, but his eyes told Kakucho that Takemichi would feel unsafe everywhere. That was when Izana hugged Takemichi and placed a kiss on his forehead, completely breaking his character and shocking Kakucho to the core.
"Come to Yokohama, no harm will find you here. Kakucho and I will protect you."
And so Takemichi did, eager to escape the hell he had fallen into.
(What Takemichi didn’t know was that Kiyomasa had been dealt with already by the Haitani brothers under Izana's order, so in theory he could stay in Tokyo, but Kakucho was selfish and wanted his hero closer.)
It was between then and now that something shifted between him and Izana.
Kakucho didn't know exactly when it did, but one day Takemichi could barely allow Izana to put his arm around his shoulder, the next he sat in his lap with one of the most adorable flushed faces Kakucho had ever seen. When asked about it, Takemichi turned a shade crimson and stuttered an answer. Izana on the other hand looked so smug it made Kakucho want to punch him.
Thankfully they kept their affections at minimum in public, Kakucho didn't want to be thrown out by another restaurant for indecency.
"-ou helped me so much." Kakucho snapped out his thoughts when he felt Takemichi’s eyes on him. "Let me know if I can do anything to repay you."
Oh, how dangerous those words were. Kakucho felt Izana's eyes on him as he pulled his lips into a smile and took Takemichi’s hand gently, then pressed a feather kiss on its back ignoring Takemichi’s stutters.
"Just you being here is enough." Kakucho told him, closing his eyes and holding Takemichi’s hand like it would bring him salvation. Izana watched pleased, his gaze softening at the display, knowing that Kakucho would never take away Takemichi from him.
No kingdom was complete without the king's half, but now Izana had found Takemichi and Kakucho was the loyal knight who would protect and love his queen with his life.
To no one’s surprise, Tenjiku quickly warmed up to their new queen.
The Haitani adored Takemichi and spent so much money on his wardrobe and anything that caught Takemichi’s eyes. No matter how many times Takemichi begged them to stop, the next day the Haitani turned up with a limited edition hoodie that Kakucho regretted searching how much it costed. Mochi pretended to be disinterested and Takemichi found him intimidating at first, but Kakucho caught them leaning against each other on the couch multiple times and he was sure the Haitani had photos of that. Shion was a bit tricky, he was the one more against Takemichi in the beginning, hissing at him like a feral cat, but Takemichi was nothing but patient and a few scratches never bothered him. Shion was doomed to lose from the start, but it had been fun watching how he fell for Takemichi and his bright smile.
Mucho dropped by one day to share his Intel of Toman, Kakucho had been worried because of Takemichi’s trauma with Kiyomasa and even Izana wasn't calm, yet they worried for nothing since at the end of the day Takemichi had somehow managed to climb in Mucho's lap and fall asleep against his broad chest with the excuse of the other boy being warm and nice. The explanation made zero sense to Kakucho but he was not going to question his queen.
"Takemichi is too innocent for this gang." Rindou said one day, staring at an asleep Takemichi whose head was gently caressed by Izana.
Their king hummed. They didn't involve Takemichi in their business, but they couldn't hide all the illegal activities they did. Gambling, drugs, beatings, prostitution, they had their hands in the worst parts of the underworld and Kakucho had a feeling that Takemichi knew about them but decided to turn a blind eye.
"Maybe so." Izana conceded, pressing a kiss on Takemichi’s soft hair- after the Haitani dragged Takemichi to an outrageously expensive hair salon it now looked healthy and of a better blond shade - and smiled when Takemichi muttered something under his breath but remained asleep. "But I have no intention of letting him go."
"Oh, if you did that we would steal him." Ran smirked and didn't flinch when Izana sent him a glare. "Don't look at me like that, Izana. Takemichi is tempting… and we would take good care of him. But he is yours . We won't overstep."
Deep down, Kakucho shared the Haitani's feelings. But he knew that Izana would never let Takemichi go. Not when he had become someone so important to him, not when he was the last string that held Izana's sanity together.
"You better not or I'll kill you." Izana's tone was so cold it froze the room, but Ran kept smiling, not bothered by the threat at all.
Then the tense atmosphere was broken.
"Mh… Izana?" Takemichi opened his eyes slowly, but it was clear he was still half-asleep. He made a cute sight though, one that filled Kakucho's heart with warmth. Izana nuzzled his face against Takemichi's hair and smiled slightly, his murderous aura lessening.
"You can sleep more if you want, Takemichi." Izana whispered but Takemichi was more stubborn than a mule and shook his head, even if his eyes clearly screamed that he needed that.
"Want to stay with you awake…" Takemichi mumbled, yawning a little before he gave Izana a small smile.
Izana's eyes clouded in desire. He tilted his head down and pressed their lips together, startling Takemichi. Izana grasped his hips and pulled him into his lap, laughing when Takemichi made a startled sound from the back of his throat.
Takemichi blushed, sending a quick look around the room. Kakucho had seen Takemichi coming undone multiple times, yet Takemichi was still shy when they were present. He sent his childhood friend a small smile, watching how Izana began to pull down Takemichi’s clothes to expose his milky skin.
He was so pretty, a forbidden fruit dangling in front of them. Izana allowed them to watch, but never to touch. Kakucho took whatever he was given and ate it like a starving man.
He leaned back on his seat, listening to the muffled moans Takemichi was desperately suppressing. Kakucho crossed his legs and closed his eyes, listening to that sweet music that filled his ears.
He was glad to serve such a wonderful queen and king. He couldn’t ask more from his life.