Forbidden
When the curtain falls Satoshi doesn't spare him a look. Instead he heads offstage, back to the classroom to change out of his costume, the play now over and everything that transgressed behind them. Yet as Daisuke stands there staring out at the empty auditorium, Satoshi's words seem to reverberate in the air. A ghost hand is still settled on the small of his back, their bodies pressed close as they act out the forbidden love story, and he wonders if it's their story. Is he living off each fleeting touch, each matched gaze and each destined meeting, enjoying the attention Satoshi gives him because of their family histories?
'Fool,' Daisuke murmurs, but his voice is lost to the silence. Even if they did share something, nothing could ever come of it. There is too much animosity in their pasts. Love cannot be founded on a common hatred nor a common burden. They're in this together, and yet they are not, for their roles set them against each other: the thief and the guardian, of which only one can triumph.
He can still feel Satoshi's hand pressed warm against his back. A ghost voice whispers 'I love you.'