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It was supposed to be a date.
Well, it was a date, but it was supposed to be just that. A date, only a date at their favorite cafe, trading kisses and little remarks over coffee and cookies.
It was– it was that, for a little while, of course it was. But this was Yokohama; and Yokohama had ability users; and not even a Port Mafia executive or the Agency’s ace detective could escape the fate of anyone alive.
So here they are; here they are, flirting and trading kisses, and planning their future. They are happy, the two of them.
It is August 15th, and they are happy as they watch the clouds pass by, the sunflowers bloom under the windowsill as stray cats walk the alleys.
They are at a cafe, looking at each other with adoring eyes.
It’s a wonderful day, just on the right side of warm as the sun beams down, casting the two of them in a brilliant light.
Privately, they both think that the other is the most beautiful person in the world.
It is August 15th at 12 in the afternoon, and it is warm and they are flagging down a waitress for more sweets and, on the executive’s end, more coffee.
It is August 15th, and it is a perfect day.
It’s August 15th, and it is a perfect day as the cafe explodes; a bomb, for whatever reason, is placed in the little store.
Nobody is aware until it’s too late.
It was not the Port Mafia’s doing; of course it wasn’t, for the Port Mafia protected Yokohama. It was a different group, still in Yokohama’s underground, but so wanting to cause chaos.
The name of the group is not important, because the cafe has exploded, and the executive and the detective are just out of reach of each other, reaching so uselessly for each other, bloody fingers brushing against bloody fingers as they stare into each other’s eyes.
The detective is the first to go.
Then the executive, staring at the corpse of his beloved for only a few moments as the world swims and starts to blacken.
The executive, for a moment, lives with the knowledge that he could have done something to save his beloved.
They are out of each other's reach, just barely, as the world falls away under them..
It’s the end of it all.
And then– and then–
And then the detective wakes up, wrapped around the executive, face buried against the back of his neck.
He checks his phone.
It is August 14th.