Warning: Sex, Violence, at the same time, if you are under 18 and do not have a parent beside you that condones reading this story. If you read on, and are squicked out, I'm not responsible.
There was celebration on the island that evening, just as there was last week over Kazuki's return. Soushi Minashiro managed to work a miracle again, and now not only was the enemy defeated, the island also gained another well trained pilot. The citizens gathered around Mishio Hino and applauded his aid during the battle. If anyone remembered that he, in fact, betrayed the island, then betrayed New United Nations and was in no way trustworthy or a hero, they made no mention of it. Commander Makabe did not question Soushi's methods, as he too realized that something so improbable must have come at a great price. Instead, he thanked Soushi, and went home, passing Chizuru Toomi's house, where faint sobbing could be heard.
Kazuki also congratulated Michio and Soushi; however, when he approached Soushi, his friend shied away, and any attempt at conversation was interrupted by Michio. After a while, Kazuki followed his father's footsteps home, stopping once to look at the outline of Soushi and one casually draped arm of Michio, feeling that although no one was hurt and a resolution was made, somehow something important had been forever lost. But as the image of his friend was swallowed up by the distance, Kazuki shrugged off that feeling and whistled his way home. Taking the same route as his father one hour previous, Kazuki noticed the cute face of Maya smiling at him from a second story window, blocking out the quiet sobs emanating from the room beside Maya's.
After some time, Soushi also went home, following the same path Kazuki and Makabe took, even though his house was on another part of the island. Michio followed behind him, taking in the crisp night air and artificial stars in the sky. They walked past Chizuru Toomi's house, but all the windows were darkened and silent. When they finally arrived at the place where Soushi lived, Michio immediately took a liking to the soft mattress where Soushi slept. A couple of hours later, when Soushi fell into unconsciousness, Michio found some paper and a pen and began writing down information to send to New United Nations.
Dawn yawned her way between wooden shutters on to a pale, sleeping face. Slowly, almost lethargically, eyes blinked open, and a hand brushed long strands of hair off a smooth cheek. Staring straight at the now rising sun, Soushi fought off the urge to vomit, a common urge recently. His hair was hard enough to clean without added debris. Looking beside him, Soushi found an empty indent, for which he was grateful, yet suspicious.
His suspicions were confirmed when he walked out of the bedroom to see Michio quietly opening the front door, a message transporter in his hand. Michio froze when he noticed Soushi. Soushi simply strolled into the bathroom and began brushing his hair.
"Do what you will," he spoke as if about the weather. "I was never so naive as to think you'd give up your treacherous ways." One elegant eyebrow lifted, and a cool eye turned on to Michio. "What? You're still here?"
Michio closed the door behind him, and all but ran to Soushi's side. Completely encircling the smaller man's body, he pressed a hard kiss to the other's lips. Soushi suddenly realized that he went to bed without clothing, and as he was not in the habit of doing so, forgot to get dressed in the morning. More kisses trailed down his neck and one shoulder and lower. Soon Soushi forgot about his ire, and dug shaking fingers into mussed brown hair. Pain laced through his body, but by then, he was used to it.
"You're beautiful," Michio murmured between kisses.
"Am I really?" Soushi hadn't felt anything other than filthy for an eternity now. Michio tipped his face upward and pretended to examine it.
"Yup, beautiful," he affirmed and pressed Soushi's unresisting body against a cold wooden door.