This is a slight re-edit of the original.
Rikuo
Rikuo Himura. Equal parts love of Kazahaya Kudo's life and bane of his existence. The one person he could always count on to piss him off and save his ass, to comfort him and to smack some sense into him, to tear him down and build him back up, to torture him ruthlessly and love him endlessly.
Their relationship was a series of cliché contradictions and contradictory clichés, one after another.
Kazahaya loved it.
After all, what was life without contradictions? And what were clichés but truths so well-known that they were universally acknowledged?
And what was life without Rikuo?
Damn boring.