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The crunching of that pure white snow comes right as their feet set on it. Kuzo wishes Kaedeharas' heartbeats would be just as synchronized as the nature is.
But the heart that he wants in sync with Kazuha's, even though placed in Kuzo's chest, is not his, never been. It's Niwa's. It's not he who should be holding Kazuha's hands, and life, it's Heizou.
Kuzo squeezes the ice-cold hand a little more, taking step to the side. Not like Heizou would take Kazuha away from him. Kuzo bets the man would just watch them silently even if Kazuha finally passed out from the cold. Maybe, Kuzo would let Heizou watch the feast on their lover unfold.
But oh, he's not a barbarian, to eat such a great meal right on the snow, is he?
Moreover, he has to share with Heizou. And then again, he would have to show some respect to the detective as well, when his time comes. One step back. So, they should probably discuss the menu on both of them. That's the least he can do for his beloveds, right?
Wait, the hand, so peacefully laying in his, is way too cold.
"Kazuha?" Though the man wouldn't have answered even being alive. If one could describe Kazuha's current state in such way, that is.
"Oh, i didn't take you outside for too long, did i?" Kuzo mumbled to himself as he carried Kazuha back into their home.
Where is his heartbeat?
The thought run through his mind, stepping into the dance with those of the dance he's just left, of Niwa, of Heizou, of the feast on his lovers, of the moon, so carefully placed on the red of Kazuha's hair, as they were dancing, of how delicious it would be to finally tast-
Snapping back from his thoughts, as he finally can hear Kazuha's faint heartbeat once again, Kuzo wraps him in a blanket. Of course he would like to be the one giving the man that so needed warmth, but his is not nearly enough.
He hugs Kazuha over the blanket anyway. It's not as much for heating the man as it is for heating himself.
Though his mind is in a constant rush in the moments like this, he feels cold. He starts rocking back and forth, hugging Kazuha even tighter, consuming even more of his heat, as if not wanting to let man's heart beat faster.
Kuzo is now reminded of that time when he hugged Heizou like that, to calm him down. Of that amount of the pain in his eye, of all that rage, life, running through him.
Kuzo smiles, face pressed into the blanket. Isn't it silly how back then he slowed the pained heart of his lover and now he's speeding it up? How those two are so different yet so similar, how he can have both of them as his lovers now and as delightful treats later? How nice it is to wake up next to them, to feel their warmth, and now he has to return that heat to Kazuha, just to steal it again later?
With those thoughts coming and leaving Kuzo's head, he sits there, waiting until the man in the blanket will finally be warm enough to be placed in bed next to Heizou. To yet again survive, after teasing Kuzo with his heartbeat nearly coming to the stop. To make Kuzo even more eager to take a taste.