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There are two things that define Nagi Seishirou. One is that he absolutely hates having to do anything troublesome.
The second is that he loves loves loves his super elite wife.
If his loving caring wife asked him to do something troublesome, Nagi is doing it even if he's whining up a storm in the process. This is a common occurrence because there are more things in this world that are troublesome than not. But for Reo there isn't anything that Nagi wouldn't do.
Reo knows this and uses it to his advantage when he needs to. Reo is mean like that but Nagi loves him.
So when Reo announces over dinner after the end of the financial calendar that he's quitting his job as the CEO of Mikage Corp., Nagi only nods and doesn't question him. Reo is smart and knows what he's doing. Nagi's pretty sure they've got enough saved up for their hypothetical great grandchildren to live in luxury anyways.
The next week Reo comes home fuming. Papa-san had been vehemently against this decision and had flown off the handle which resulted in an hours long phone call that had eaten into most of Reo's work day.
"Okay, I'm killing him." Nagi nodded, getting up to do just that. Reo was beautiful when he got angry, violet eyes deep and cavernous with a fury so rarely brought to the surface. But even for such a sight, Nagi wouldn't ever forgive Papa-san for the rim of red that traces bracketed smouldering rage, crusted salt lingering on purple lashes. Nagi would never forgive anyone who made Reo cry. He'd kill them for such a sin.
"Aww that's so sweet of you, Treasure." Reo crooned, a well moisturized hand wrapping against Nagi's arm, stopping him in place. "But I already seized legal custody of all his assets, sabotaging any promising ventures by snapping them up myself. I'm also crashing the stocks on his investments but that'll have to wait until tomorrow since the market's closed for the day." Ticking off each item on his free hand, Reo positively radiated smugness from the afterglow of a good revenge scheme gone right. Satisfaction twinkled in those fathomless deeps to reflect Nagi's love struck face back at him.
Man, Nagi loves his wife so much.
"Reo's so cool." Nagi drawled out as he let his body ragdoll onto his wife, bonelessly melting into the familiar contours.
"Of course, I'm a super elite after all!" Easily wrapping the liquid Nagi in his embrace and hefting him up in said super elite arms, Reo shuffled them into the living room before proceeding to flop onto the expensive leather couch. "But forget that, I've got exciting news!"
A noncommittal hum wormed itself out of Nagi's throat, a miracle considering the fact that it's currently tucked into the very appealing crook of Reo's shoulder, right where the collar of his dress shirt lies so Nagi can nuzzle against it to expose more of Reo's soft skin. It's heaven to nose against the soft dip of Reo's neck, tracing the strong tendons and subtle smell of home lingering on the fabric.
"So now that I have more time on my hands, I went ahead and acquired new property that I'm planing on turning into a café that I can run in my spare time off!" Reo continued, dexterous fingers carding gentle patterns into Nagi's scalp; a magic circle just for pulling him into slumber. "It's a quaint east facing location just a five minute walk by the local university, good neighbourhood with lots of other businesses. The business district isn't too far away either, definitely reachable during ra beak. It's a wonder how low the property went for considering its perks. There will probably be renovation costs but how much could that be. A couple hundred grand? Pocket change, really."
Reo's voice was like a lullaby, gentle in it's cadence as it soothed over the day's exhaustion. If Reo wanted to shift careers then Nagi would follow. It was that simple. "Mngh... Good for Reo." He mumbled, continuing his attempts to melt into Reo's skin. To become one with his Reo.
It drew a fond laugh from his wife, fingers tangling in his locks to imprint Nagi's face into his neck. "Don't say that as if you have no part in it, treasure." Reo scolded in that tone of his that meant that Reo found it more funny than anything. Still, Nagi whined a low and mournful sound, burying himself further into Reo as if that would help him escape. "Come on Nagi, you'll be helping out in the café too!" Reo cajoled sweetly, a siren song wrapping him snugly around a familiar finger.
A pouty whine crawled out of Nagi's throat, petulant at the thought of something troublesome on the horizon. Even the sweet beckoning of his wife wouldn't make tedious things less burdensome. "But Reo..." He whined, drawing out the sweet syllables that fit on his tongue like second nature.
"Na~gi." Reo sang back, a teasing tune to the playful crook of his sly lips. The sounds resounded so sweetly, a chorus of angels crooning in the most dulcet tones made specifically to wrap him in a cocoon of warmth and adoration that Nagi never wanted to break free from. "Don't worry treasure, it's not anything bad. Just a little.... cleaning, before we can formally open."
That didn't make it any better, in Nagi's very humble and very correct opinion. "Ehh? That's such a pain..." Came the predictable response, instead nosing at the soft junction of Reo's shoulder to ply for clemency.
"Don't be like that, you don't need to do anything. Just trust me." The gentle cajoling loosens already limber limbs into an adhesive puddle of liquid Nagi, a mass of weight slumped over his wife's prone form seeping into ever pore and opening to become one. Where the line between Nagi and Reo becomes NagiReo and eventually melds into something entirely their own, singular and unified in body, mind, and soul. Of course Nagi would trust Reo. There was never any other choice.
"Of course I trust you." Nagi supplicated, the words seared into Reo's skin by his lips. As long as it was Reo whispering into his ear, Nagi would gladly crawl out of hell on bleeding nails just to fulfill his deepest desires.
"Then be a good boy and do as I say, treasure."
Nagi didn't even have to look to know the cocky grin that had spread over his beautiful wife's face, content with leaving his leash in Reo's hands with a breathless "Yes Boss".
Nagi loves his wife so much.
-
Turns out, cleaning meant a hit list.
Nothing new, but still.
Now Reo would have to call someone to actually clean up all the blood that Nagi would get on the clothes that his wife so lovingly gifted to him. What a pain.
Nagi rubbed at his cheek, attempting to scrub away the splatter of red that had managed to reach his face. But when he lifted his sleeve away, he could only groan at the sight of smudged blood. Damn it, this was the nice sweater that Reo had gotten him for their 16 month anniversary of co-parenting Choki. It had the cactus sown into the hemlines, the perfect place for Nagi to run his fingers over the embroidered likeness of his son whenever he was bored. Getting it washed was such a hassle.
And he likes this sweater.
Granted, he likes everything that Reo would bestow upon him past, present, and future. But this was of Choki, their beloved son. Nagi liked it extra.
A low moan reflected exactly his grievances which Nagi apathetically acknowledged with a tick off the list of people he would have to dispose of. For the sake of an hassle free life with his wife who wanted to live the cozy café owner/CEO of a major conglomerate life without worry of an assassin sent after him every other day. And Mikage Reo always got what he wanted.
If Nagi had it his way, no one would be sending assassins, much less these Specialists he keeps hearing about after his wife. He'd rather murder everyone on the planet but alas, laws exist. Also Reo had scolded him about being realistic about the number of people Nagi could reasonably murk without getting got in return. So he will just have to settle for cleaning up societies filth and let his brilliant wife out maneuver his enemies to their doom. Reo is so hot when he's actively planning the demise of his foes.
Nagi's phone vibrates a familiar jingle, a custom sound wired to only one person. Before the second note can even play Nagi has already brought the phone up to his ear, a familiar name on his tongue. "Re~o..." He whined, just the act of talking with his wife leaving his legs foal weak as he stumbles away from the leaking corpse on the ground.
"Good work, treasure." The static of the phone really doesn't do Reo's voice any justice, the electrical filter muddying the soft turn of his lips. Although he sounds as lovely as ever, Nagi wants to hear him in person. "All that's left is taking care of the top five families. I've got intel that the Kaiser family has been brewing something in the back for a while so we'll be hitting them first before that boils over."
"Reo..." Nagi whined again, pitching his voice just so. At the familiar whine, Reo's tune immediately changed, a switched flipped at the needling of his treasure.
"Yes yes, you did so well. Come back home soon so I can give you your reward, hm?" Reo cajoled, a balm upon Nagi's exhausted soul. A needy whine slipped through his lips at the very sound of it, the allure of a reward for a job well done given to him by his wife pulling his very soul back to the apartment. He desperately needed his wife.
"Mmn, I'll be home soon." He promised, drawing out the conversation as long as he could. Finding his way out of the parking tower he had half destroyed in the grand plan to cement World (Reo) Peace, Nagi stumbled his way through the back streets. "I miss Reo... you'll spoil me lots, won't you?"
Nagi could almost see the haughty huff that echoed through the phone, the crooked turn of the lips and flash of perfectly set teeth paired with a glimmer in his eyes that refracted his true emotions. "Of course I will. I'm not the sort of man who lets his treasure go unpolished!" Reo boasted, puffing his chest with pride. A part of Nagi wanted to see how far he could push that claim, request more and more ridiculous things from his partner until Reo finally caved and refused something outright.
If Reo's affections had a limit.
The answer was obviously no, but Nagi wasn't in the mood to test it.
Oh, how he wished that the Reo Limousine was here, the simple convenience of someone else carrying him.
-
Sprawled out like a particularly sticky puddle on the living room couch, Nagi was in paradise. Gently pillowed by Reo's gentle thighs, the gentle roundness of them perfectly cradling his head in cloud-like bliss, Nagi could freely nuzzle into his wife's flat stomach. A youth spent playing high level soccer had toned Reo's body into a well oiled machine, muscles firm and toned. However, as they transitioned into adulthood and soccer cleats were exchanged for oxfords, so to did Reo's body shed the remnants of a dream achieved in favour of an inevitably that loosened a sculpted body into one of luxury and power. Nagi certainly wouldn't complain, not when Reo looks dazzling regardless if he was cut from marble or gently rounding out. Reo was handsome and perfect no matter what. And Nagi loved Reo, no matter his form.
But if he really was pressed, Nagi would selfishly admit to finding the Reo now to be the most handsome. Retiring from soccer meant that Reo wasn't required to maintain the supple lethality that made up the basis of his Chameleon play. This extra free time now allotted to desk work allowed for fat to naturally find their pockets to snuggle into, insulating him from the harsh business world and cradling Nagi in the perfect pillow of comfort and bliss. It was a body who had achieved his dream and found another calling. An accumulation of everything that Nagi and Reo were.
And soon enough, Nagi suspected that it would mould itself again into the perfect shape to bustle around a busy café.
With that thought piqued, Nagi made sure to melt himself irrevocably into Reo's lap, relishing in the squishy give of thighs. Fingers wove through his rumpled hair, still slightly damp from the bath, dew drops still rolling down his temple as he let his eyes flutter shut. This was bliss, true heaven and he didn't even have to die for it.
"Treasure, about tomorrow..."
Ah but even paradise had its gates. With a sigh, Nagi rolled over to burry his face into Reo's tummy, the all encapsulating warmth shutting out the world. A light tug on his scalp drew him from the paradise of being completely engulfed in his wife, a noise of displeasure pulled out with another stretch of the delicate sting, finally forcing him to crack an eye open and attempt to meet Reo's gaze.
"It seems like some branch members of the Kaiser family is meeting up." Reo hummed, thumb idly flicking across the screen of the latest phone model. The light reflected in those purple hues refracting rainbows that captivated Nagi, words falling away at the beauty of perfection. Tracking those wandering thoughts, solid fingers walked down the gentle slopes of Nagi's face, tracing a pattern over his cheek before mercilessly pinching the skin. "It'd be a good chance to destabilize the family before going after Michael himself."
Whining at the dull prickling pain that danced across his face, Nagi twisted his face back into the soft embrace of Reo's stomach, escaping from the cruel demands of the word to envelop himself in the quintessential Reo-ness of the paradise he had found himself in. Even an indignant squawk Reo let out wouldn't stop him. "Reo's thinking too loud." Nagi bemoaned, wrapping his arms around Reo's waist for good measure. Not even he would be prying Nagi away from his divine reward. "Everything Reo plans out will be perfect. You're perfect."
A hand comes down on his head, barking out a yip of faux pain as the heavy thump has Nagi curling in closer into Reo's body. Perhaps if he pressed himself firmly enough, Nagi would finally be able to crawl into Reo, make a home right in his rib cage and envelop himself in the existence that was Mikage Reo. "Well of course it will. I'm a super elite after all." Reo blustered, but both hands were now wrapped up in ashen strands so Nagi wasn't complaining at all. "But it doesn't hurt to have a back up plan or ten."
Nagi only groans. "Yes boss."
-
Killing is easy.
That was the first thing Nagi truly learned, freshly born into humanity by Reo's hands and having taken his first life in the same breath. Humans were fragile things, after all. Maybe that's why people are so scared of these Specialists, beings who are sturdier than the average person. But at the end of the day, a human is still a human no matter how saturated their lineage is with death. Nagi knows this for a fact as he wipes the blood off his knife on the dead specialists' pant leg.
It was a pain, making sure not to hurt any of the animals they had with them. But the animals hadn't asked to be used like tools and Nagi isn't a monster. He'd hate it if someone hurt Choki, so he's simply extending that same grace.
The gate creaks, rusted by the moisture. Tipping his head up, Nagi watched as three new bodies wandered into the petting zoo. Each one took in the aftermath of the fight with varying reactions but the one who solemnly declared their deaths was the one who piqued Nagi's barest interest. He looked so plain, black hair hanging off like a mop and cut just as haphazardly. But no mater how much like a Villager B this newcomer looked like, Nagi could still pinpoint who exactly he was. Isagi Yoichi, member of the Isagi family of assassins and heir to one of the big five families.
Pulling up the list that Reo made for him, Nagi looked between both the picture and the man before him. Yup, that was definitely Isagi.
"I have to kill you." With a heavy sigh, Nagi pinned the group with a dead stare. "Please don't make this more troublesome than it has to be."
With a flash of steel, Nagi sinks the blade into the soft underbelly of a murderer.
Someone screams. Nagi doesn't care as he yanks the knife out and moves to slit Isagi's throat. The damn fucking rat slips out of the way at the last moment, completely ignoring Nagi's request of making this easy for everyone. Rude. But then again, Nagi could have actually stabbed him in a fatal area instead of relying on decapitation. So his bad. Maybe.
With a sigh, Nagi readied his blade to gut a slippery snake.
-
"Why are you hunting Specialists?"
The question comes up in a desperate bid for a moment of reprieve in an otherwise life or death match. Nagi glares, lunging again but the damn fucker keeps slipping out of the way at the last moment, leaving only trails of red. "Seriously, you're protecting the animals and only went after the Specialists who are known to be absolute nutjobs that even we don't want to deal with."
If Nagi remembers correctly, the Isagi family is a clan of manipulators who work in the shadows to drive others into doing their bidding. Like hell Nagi would respond to someone with that reputation with anything other than a glare. And so he stabs down, hoping to catch the tailcoat and pin the shifty asshole in place for a good solid killing blow. But life never goes to plan and instead of driving a knife into a slimy black heart, Nagi's wrist gets caught, the glimmering steel kissing the thick fabric that seals the weapon from its target.
Nagi's wedding band glitters between them.
"You're married?! How is this fair!?" Isagi wails at the same moment that Nagi redoubles his efforts and tries to run the screeching weed head through. He needs this eyesore to die, right this moment.
"Isagi's looking for a marriage partner!" One of his companion very helpfully calls from across the rooftop. The bee like sparkly one with a frilly dress that looks kinda high effort and who is looking at the bloodbath like she wants to jump in too. There's a squeaky yip from the pink haired one beside Busy Bee and honestly he's kind of forgettable so Nagi doesn't really care.
Re-evaluating the foe before him, Nagi clicks his tongue with a shake of the head. "Go do something else. You'll never get married like... that." A shudder runs through his spine at the thought of someone like Isagi Yoichi getting married.
His partnership with Reo was everything he dared to dream of, an all consuming union that placed each other in a orbit that would only ever fit the two of them. Everything that Nagi was and will ever be belonged wholly to Reo and Reo alone. Every breath Nagi took was drawn for Reo. Every beat of his borrowed heart was on Reo's terms. The blood in his veins, the thoughts in his mind, Nagi's very existence itself was Reo's. Without Reo, there is no Nagi. And somehow, miraculously, Reo in turn gave himself to Nagi. Presented his heart and stitched it sweetly into his chest, cradled gently in his ribs and tucked against his organs, carving out a Reo shaped hole for his wife to reside in until forever more. A cage that Reo locked behind him, key adorned on his finger. Nagi was irreplaceably Reo's. Reo who looked at the lonely brat who couldn't become human and embraced that thing and made it a person. Reo, who breathed life into him. Who gave him a purpose. Who saw an empty shell of something and filled it with love. Reo touched, even in the deepest depths.
Someone like Isagi getting married? An impossibility.
"Okay, rude. But you just want to keep your spouse safe... right?" Isagi bargained, hands flailing as he puts more distance between the two of them. It's kind of pathetic in Nagi's opinion, the hesitation. Maybe some people would be into that, he guesses. But really, Isagi's plummeting his marriage eligibility every time he opens his mouth.
"Shut your mouth." Nagi hissed, flicking blood off the blade. "That's none of your business."
"I'm just saying!" As if deaf to his threats, Isagi raises his voice, drowning out Nagi in a sea of ignorance. "We're trying to-"
Driving his elbow into Isagi's throat was oddly satisfying, the sharp bone sinking into the soft, unguarded vital point. With a choked guggle, the NPC slumped to his knees, hitting the roof with a wet thud. Good. "And I warned you so many times." Nagi sighed, crouching down beside the convulsing body. "Well, you reap what you sow. Bye-bye, Isagi Clan Heir."
A sharp pain strikes him across the jaw and Nagi's vision goes black for a moment as he feels his body ragdoll through the air. As he grips his consciousness and yanks if back into place, he lands hard on this shoulder, slamming into the guardrails lining the edge of the room with a wheeze. From between mussed strands of white, Nagi watches as the sparkling bee leans down to check on Isagi, all with a smile on her face. Beside her stands the pink haired whelp, a hedgehog between his feet all spiked up and defensive. About as threatening as a Pomeranian.
"That hurt..." Nagi whined, rubbing his chin. Reo was going to be so worried that someone had landed a hit on him.
"Boohoo, you hurt my client!" Sparkly bee chirped back, much too cheerful for someone who just socked a man's lights straight out. She tucked her hands behind her back, leaning forward with a smile that softened just the slightest at the edges as if sharing a particularly fond secret. "And even if he is a manipulative, maladjusted wreck of a guy, Isagi's pretty nice so I'd hate for you to kill him."
"Yeah yeah!" Hedgehog boy chimed in, fanged teeth gnashing in agreement as he snarled in defiance. "Isagi's my hero! My hero! Won't let you kill him." With pupils shrunken until only pink was left, it was clear that despite the weak mammal companion by his side, this punk would undoubtedly throw himself at a stronger enemy to protect that guy. Nagi could respect it but really...
"This is becoming a hassle..." He bemoaned, melting onto the rooftop and ready to take a well deserved nap. "As long as he doesn't threaten Reo's peace then whatever. I guess we can take him off the cleaning list. I still have to kill the Kaiser head anyways..."
Of course, things in life can't always be as easy as talking things out. Things have to be dramatic. Like hedgehog boy keeling over with deadly poison coursing through his veins and a yappy dog cackling like a B-list villain.
And so, Nagi gets roped along with Isagi and his pseudo-harem posse to go murder the heir of a big five family. Yippie...
Nagi misses his wife so very much.
-
The cheap ass speedboat roaring across the choppy waves rumbled under Nagi's cheek, a purring monster of machinery and wealth. While it certainly wasn't Nagi's first time on a luxury boat like this, it topped the worst experiences chart just with this one ride alone.
Man, he missed being out in the ocean with Reo...
Pressing his cheek against the hard plastic flooring, Nagi let the noise wash soundlessly over his ears, sleep tugging at the corners of his mind. He was exhausted, having done so many troublesome things all for the sake of Reo's dream. Their dream.
The unyielding plastic cover of the boat was severely uncomfortable, pushing up against Nagi's cheek in a way that would probably leave an embarrassing pattern when he woke up. It was so unlike the premium, exclusive Reo pillow that Nagi had sole access to, the inorganic plastic paling in every way to the plush perfection of Reo's divinely sculpted body, everything from the gentle curves to sturdy muscles giving Nagi the optimal neck support for a restful sleep. And upon this divine bed would Nagi lay his head upon, the resting place upon which everyone else could gnash their teeth with seething envy, cradled gently by an unrivalled angel.
"Bachira, how the fuck did you get a boating license while driving like this?!" Isagi screeched right above him, as if trying to blow Nagi's eardrums clean off.
A wicked cackle was the reply and the boat lurched violently as they picked up speed, whooping swallowed up by the buffeting winds. Bachira is funny, Nagi decided, letting the rocking motions lull him to a much needed rest.
However, all attempts at sleep was thwarted by a cold twitching nose nuzzling against his cheek. Cracking one eye open, Nagi watched a hedgehog sniff curiously at his face. It was a little dumb, as if it expected Nagi's nose to smell any different to his temple but it wasn't really doing anything wrong. Just a little ticklish. Batting the thing off would be more troublesome so Nagi let his eyes close again, hoping to get some well deserved shut eye before confronting who he assumed would be Michael Kaiser.
But sometimes life threw giant squids at you and what was Nagi to do but fillet it? Reo had offhandedly mentioned once or twice about trying out squid in their home cooked meals so it was a perfect chance for Nagi to needle out some praise and get rid of the annoyance blocking his oath to world (Reo) peace.
Nagi couldn't really find it in himself to care all that much when the pink haired hedgehog boy was snatched away, a little too busy wondering how he'd pull out a pen that big and transport the deconstructed squid home without the flesh spoiling. But he did have to care a smidge when Isagi vaulted over the boat lip and broke out in a dead sprint that carried the Villager B across the waves and towards the island which housed the Kaiser family's base of operations.
That Michael Kaiser prick was his to kill.
... Actually... it might be easier if Isagi killed him.
That way he could head home without too many injuries. Less injuries and a dead Kaiser meant the Reo's stress levels would go down. Which means infinitely more spoiling!
Nagi was a genius.
"Hey Bachira," Nagi turned to the waifish man who, rather than terrified out of his mind as Nagi might have expected of a marriage swindler, was rather enthused about the whole encounter, eyes shining with a crazed glee at the bleeding behemoth before them. "Do we have any bags to pack away squid of this size?"
That feral grin felt almost antithetical to the delicate flower like image Bachira seemed to carry with him but Nagi found himself vastly preferring it over the stock simple smile that he gave everyone. Of course even that paled in comparison to Reo's beaming smile. "Nagicchi, I think you're out of your fucking mind." Bachira declared, untamed mania sparking through him. "You better save a bag for me, okay?" And with the contract completed, Bachira whirled around to scamper down below deck. Ostensibly to find those bags Nagi asked for.
The whip of a tentacle forced Nagi to peel his thoughts back onto the enemy in front of them. Right. Diced squid first, packaging later.
"Aw man..." Nagi realized belatedly, blade already gouging into the spongy flesh to carve out cartilage. "I'm going to stink of squid for days... Reo's gonna hate that."
-
Sprawled out on the uncomfortable volcano floor, floating in and out of consciousness, Nagi would rank this in the bottom echelons of places he has passed out in.
First, the volcanic rock was stabbing into every soft part of his body with extreme prejudice, as if deliberately targeting the plush give of his armpit to give out maximum discomfort. That was bad enough, but the incessant stench of sulfur and muggy heat was just plain unbearable. It made his hoodie stick to his skin in uncomfortable ways, overpowering even the smell of dead squid. Impressive, really.
In the distance, Nagi could hear Bachira cackle maniacally as the thunder cracks of rock being gouged asunder from the surrounding areas shook the entire cavern with its destruction. And hot on his acrobatic heels was a mess of beasts, twisted and mangled into a behemoth which roared in frustration at the persistent bee buzzing around its paws. The hulking chimeric beast was once a mild mannered (until he wasn't) grown ass man who willingly put on a maid dress and a cat eared headband, more pet than human who barked gleefully each time Michael so much as breathed in his direction.
Disgusting. Learn to have some dignity please.
Nagi conveniently does not mention the fact that he would absolutely do the same if he was in Ness' position and Reo was in Kaiser's. This is an inside thought that he absolutely wants no one thinking about. Because that would necessitate people thinking about his perfect and beautiful Reo as Michael Fucking Kaiser and nope. No. Not happening. Belgh. Disgusting.
There's definitely a villain monologue going on in the background. Nagi doesn't even need to have his hearing to know. Kaiser is the sort of megalomanic asshole to go on and on about his own grandiose plans and how he's going about bringing it into fruition. He's probably lording this creation's superiority to anyone who can hear. Which unfortunately for him was absolutely no one. Nagi ears were still ringing from when he smacked headfirst into the cave floor, and even if they weren't he wouldn't have cared a lick for the rambling spiel anyways. Bachira was a bit busy weaving through the heavy strikes meant to flatten him underfoot, and said beast attempting to make bee pancake was too consumed in the blood lust of the animals he wore like a second skin to pay attention to his emperor as normal.
Tragic.
It's also none of Nagi's business.
He's too tired to get up. Even with all the inconveniences that litter the battlefield, Nagi is just plain tired. He's had a long day, killed a lot of people, made some friends (?), and got his ass beat. Nagi deserves a very nice long rest, in his objectively correct opinion. Reo always theorized that the reason why he's sleepy so often is because his body needs the rest in order to preform the superhuman feats of physical prowess that he displays on the regular. Nagi just thinks that it's deeply ingrained in him to be exhausted whenever he's not around his wife.
And the sleep recovery thing too. Because Reo is always right.
Gods he misses his wife so much. It's been entirely too long since Nagi's held Reo. Talked with Reo. Been in the same room as Reo. Stared at a picture of Reo. Or even breathed the same air as Reo. This might be Reo Withdrawal Symptoms, Nagi realizes belatedly, punctuated by the dull sting of a blunt stalactite stabbing into his cheek.
Nagi needs Reo.
A pathetic little whimper valiantly crawls out of his throat at that, hands much to tired to even pull out his phone. Nagi's whole existence seems so cold and empty without Reo by his side, each motion a monumental effort. Reo has always been his driving force. His North Star. His cornerstone. The one guaranteed permanence in an every changing world. Nothing feels the same without Reo there to brighten the world in his purple. Even just breathing was a hassle without Reo there.
Reo... Reo... Reo... Reo... Reo...
Nagi wants to see Reo again. So badly.
Over-shined shoes step into Nagi's limited field of vision. Nagi knows they've been over-shined by the uneven mirror reflection of destruction that's scattered about the cracked leather. Fragmented and ugly. Reo had scolded him on that once. Nagi really misses Reo. When can he see his wife again.
"Tough luck, peasant. But raw just talent can't compare to the Emperor's majesty." Kaiser mocks, the heel of his shoe planting itself firmly on Nagi's head as it grinds his nose to the ground. His reedy voice sounds so far away, something that Nagi doesn't have the energy to even try and comprehend. "Ah, but as a normal human there's no way you can compare to Specialists like us. The court has been rigged against you from the start." The thick tip of the shoe finds a home right under Nagi's rib, the force just enough to flip him on his back. It kind of sucked because now Nagi was staring straight up at that horrid rat tail cut that Kaiser passed for fashion. The blue dye made it somewhat bearable to look at but really. A mullet and double rat tail combo? This was the sort of guy who put pattern on pattern without any consideration for harmony. Reo's pattern matching was on a league of its own, almost an art form as he mixed together colours and gave them the honour of being worn upon his body. Reo was so far above the monstrosity of Kaiser's fashion choices that Nagi had to close his eyes to preserve some of his sanity.
"Hm... well done making it to this point, I suppose. But its the end of the line." Kaiser sighed, taloned foot raised high. "Goodbye, lazy sloth."
The ground violently lurched, a tremor crushing granite and rushing water blasting through the cavern in an explosive rush of energy that crashed into Nagi mercilessly. The rush of water sunk him in apathy, weighing him down against the riptide as the weight above him was swept away with a feral howl.
"Don't you fucking touch my treasure!"
Ah, he misses his Reo so much.
The collar of his shirt is gripped firmly, hauling him out of the water with a sputtering cough. Water clouded his eyes with purple, a luminescent colour that reflected the stain on Nagi's soul that had seeped into his very blood. "Get up, genius. There's still work to be done." His heart's desire demanded without any room for argument, fisting the soft cotton in a furious grip as scraped knuckles dyed the fabric pink. It remained unyielding even as Nagi blinked in confusion, clearing up the blurred after image into refracted fragments of royalty and perfection, the very person of his longings glaring down at him with scornful eyes. As if he was nothing more than a mote of dust found on his flawless treasure.
Oh.
Oh wow.
That... that was really hot actually...
Swallowing heavily, all Nagi could do is nod. The self satisfied grin that bloomed warm and fierce, all cocky and sharp edges, wormed its way into his chest and suddenly putting an arrogant jerkass in his place was as easy as easy as standing back up on his own two feet.
His wife was mad. Time to kill someone.
"Good boy." Reo purred, voice dripping in velvet and poison.
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"So this is your spouse."
Nagi stared unimpressed at Isagi, pinning him in his place with a glare alone. That was Nagi's wife Villager B was eyeing up. Narrowing his eyes, Nagi draped himself heavily over Reo's shoulders as he stared Isagi down. Reo was off limits. Reo wasn't going into your stupid harem, Isagi.
"I'm Mikage Reo. Sorry for trying to kill you." Reo laughed, patting Nagi's arm. He was wearing his CEO smile, Nagi noted with a heavy frown. Nagi hated that face. Out of all the perfect, beautiful faces that Reo could make, this one was by far the ugliest. A muzzle made of expectations and social rules, constricting everything that made Reo shine. Nagi nuzzled right under Reo's chin, knocking the mask right of Reo's face with a light laugh.
"You wouldn't be the first one." Isagi brushed off, much too casually for Nagi's taste. He should be grovelling on the floor, worshipping Reo's feet for his incredible generosity. Unbelievable.
Nagi needed to kill him actually.
Now, preferably.
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Nagi had missed Reo so much.
Nuzzling into his wife's broad back, the gentle bob of the Reo Limousine matching with their synchronous hearts, Nagi could feel all his injuries wash away into the rivers of time, exhaustion, pain, all manners of suffering soothed by immersing himself in concentrated Reo. There was the low hum of chatter, Reo building bridges to cross later, but Nagi paid it no mind. Reo had everything under control now that he was here. There wasn't any need for Nagi to pay any attention to things he didn't want to. Reo would take care of it.
Reo hitched his body up slightly to get a better grip. "Treasure~" He cooed, plying for Nagi's attention. Not like he had to. Nagi payed attention to everything Reo did. Shoving his face into Reo's neck, a low noise squirming forth, Nagi did his damn best to melt into one singular organism with his wife. That didn't sound to bad. To wear Reo's skin as his own, make a place for himself right beside Reo's heart, be as much a part of Reo as Reo was a part of Nagi. Bliss incarnation. The lines where one began and the other ended muddied and blurred until it became one singular colour.
"Treasure, you are so lucky I have a tracker on you. Who knows what would've happened if I didn't follow you." Reo hummed, fingers curling possessively into his thighs. "Taking on Michael Kaiser by yourself... I know you're strong but you should know your limits. If it weren't for Isagi and Hiori coming, you might not have come back." The grip turned almost poisonous, nails digging through the thick material of his pants to claw into soft skin, the clamp of arms around his knees mercurial in its desperation.
Oh, Reo was worried.
So worried that it looped into indignant fury, the feedback feeding into each other in a ravenous cycle of what ifs and almost. A scenario where in Nagi wouldn't make it back home, stepping through the threshold with a lazy greeting, toeing off his shoes and flopping bodily onto the couch. Of a life where Nagi wasn't there.
Even if it was cruel of him, Nagi could help the satisfaction that settled deep into his bones.
His hands snake around Reo's neck. Nothing dangerous, simply resting them against Reo's fluttering pulse, elbow fitting snugly around the curve of the neck as his other arm locked the grip in place. The cut off gasp echoed through Nagi's soul, the vibrations of a life held in his hands sinking into the skin with searing trust gone unbroken for so long.
"I will always come back." Nagi whispered, lips grazing over the delicate shell of Reo's ear. The shudder that ran through Reo's spin tingled delectable in its vulnerability. "No matter what. As long as Reo needs me, I will always need Reo. I'm Reo's. We promised to stay together until the end. I haven't forgotten it. Only Reo can tell me when to die. Reo was the one who breathed life into my so it's only right that you are the only one who can end it. Only Reo. No one else."
Nagi watched in fascination at the red that bloomed unabashedly over Reo's face, the flushed pale skin filling cutely with blood that made Nagi want to nibble on the flesh and watch it bruise purple to match. "You are insufferable." Reo spat out, nails leaving behind white streets and crescent scars. Another shift of the weight and suddenly only one arm was propping Nagi up on Reo's back. The other hand digs into Nagi's neck, gouging into supple skin as he's pulled over Reo's shoulder in an uncomfortable contortion that Nagi thankfully had the flexibility for. Pointed canines latched onto Nagi's ear, grinding the cartilage into punctured points, ferrous liquid trickling down to join in the other rivets of rusted red painted on his skin. "You aren't dying until I let you. That's my heart you have beating in your chest and I refuse to let it stop even for a moment. I'll keep it pumping until your marrow is indistinguishable from mine. We traded our lives so take responsibility for shoving your heart into my chest with your own two hands, Seishirou."
The possessive snarl crawled into Nagi, wrapping around his borrowed heart and burrowing deep enough that if Nagi were to nudge it the slightest bit, it would rip his flesh asunder and irrevocably scar his very being. It joined the countless other promises that Reo had given him freely, words whispered in the night, presented on bent knee, kissed into his lips, carved into his soul. Everything that Nagi was stained purple. From unhealed bruises to infectious obsession, Reo shaped the creature known as Nagi Seishirou into his own image. There is no Nagi without Reo. Without Reo, Nagi is nothing.
Nagi feels lightheaded. Be it from the deceleration that contained everything that Nagi ever wanted to hear or the sudden influx of blood rushing to two opposite ends of his body, Nagi didn't care. All he needed is Reo, Reo, Reo. To drown in Reo. More. He needed to be closer. The thin layers of fabric preventing them from pressing skin together made Nagi want to howl in frustration, the rough weave dragging across desperation vexing and utterly unnecessary. If Reo wanted to consume him, the Nagi would supplicate his flesh for his wife on a silver platter, divvied up into bite sized pieces for Reo to gorge himself on.
"As long as Reo stays with me. 'til the end." Nagi promised.
"Until the end." Reo echoed.