THE LAST CHAPTER IS HERE. T-T 3
So so so bittersweet, I've had a blast writing this and I'd like to thank every single one of you who has read this and double thanks to everyone who has left me such lovely feedback. You are the best, truly. This was my first fanfic to topple 100k words and I couldn't be any happier about that. I loved writing this and I sincerely hope you all enjoy any other works I post in the future.
1000 x Thank you.
Warning for this chapter: Lots of feels, sex (which I hardly ever write so I really hope it isn't terrible), some violence, sappy moments (some a bit OOC for the sake of character development) and an unexpected event. I also realize one thing isn't legal in Japan but welcome to fiction, everything is legal in fiction. ;D
For the last time on this fic, please enjoy it!
*cries*
"So Mikoto-san, what do you do for a living?" Yata's step father asked as he crossed his chopsticks across his bowl, having just finished his meal. Beside the Red King his lover flinched at the words, a silent way of letting him know to lie his way through that because outright saying I'm a supernatural being that is the literal personification of fire would probably not go over well.
"Yata and I work at a pub in Shizume," he answered as he too sat down his eating utensils, as if to change the subject he spared a glance at the younger man's mother. "The meal was delicious, thank you."
"Please don't mention it, if you're still hungry there is more in the kitchen," she exclaimed with a smile as she folded her napkin, "Misaki since your brother and sister fell asleep why don't you come back sometime soon and we can all do something together?"
"That sounds good mom, as soon as I have a chance I'll take you up on that," the skateboarder answered with a smile as he finished off the rice that was in his bowl, "Mikoto-san was right, everything was delicious."
"I'm glad you two enjoyed it," she smiled as the conversation died down. For a moment it was quiet, something Suoh found slightly awkward but he certainly didn't feel like being the one to break the silence. "Excuse me for being so blunt, but I wanted to ask if you had a girlfriend by now, Misaki. You've grown up on me, you're almost twenty now, I can hardly believe it. You must have someone special, you've become as handsome as your father was."
Mikoto felt the younger man next to him stiffen.
"No I don't have a girlfriend," he mumbled under his breath, seeming a bit put off by the whole charade but the Red King figured that was more likely due to the mention of his deceased father and less on the fact his mother had expected him to be dating a girl.
"Oh, what about Saruhiko? You two seemed awfully smitten with each other," the woman laughed though Yata and Mikoto found it a little less than funny.
"Mom I told you we don't talk much anymore," the vanguard leader expressed with a sigh of defeat, "there is someone in my life though."
"Oh? Do I have the pleasure of meeting this person?"
"You just did," Yata whined as he slammed his head on the table, "this is awkward...but mom, Mikoto-san is who I'm in a relationship with."
The silence in the room returned and was magnified, the tension growing thick enough that it could be sliced by a knife. The King found himself becoming increasingly uncomfortable when he locked eyes with his boyfriend's former teacher.
"Well I had a feeling but I felt like it would be exceptionally rude to ask," she mumbled under her breath as she took a sip of water, "if that hadn't been the case it would've been embarrassing."
"So Mikoto-san," Yuto exclaimed as he folded his glasses and laid them down on the small table they were seated at, "you're the one who has managed to tame his wild heart. Misaki was always an energetic boy but I can see he has matured a significant amount during the time we haven't spoken, seeing as he said he met you several years ago I presume you are to thank for this."
"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," Yata huffed as he leaned up from the wooden surface, crossing his arms in the process. "Mikoto-san has been my saving grace, without him I'd probably be living on the streets or be dead somewhere."
"Well then it's a blessing that you found each other," the younger man's mom said with an honest smile, "Mikoto-san if what my son says is true then I cannot thank you enough for all you've done for him. I always had a feeling Misaki was a little less than interested in women seeing as he never knew how to talk to them, it was adorable, the way he'd act as if they were creatures from another planet."
"Mom that's cruel," Yata seethed as he ducked his head downward, hiding a deep crimson blush that dusted over his pale cheeks.
"While I don't understand the nature of your relationship I will accept it, I hope you and my boy come back here again, we would love to get to know you, wouldn't we dear?"
"Of course, anyone important to Misaki is always welcome in our home. Thank you for bringing him here tonight," Yuto answered as he sent the Red King a grin, something he warily returned.
"Well mom...it's getting late and we have people waiting on us to get back. I don't know if your phone number is still the same or not but let me call you next week and we can arrange something, okay?" Yata strained as he moved around in his seat, clearly a bit antsy though Mikoto couldn't exactly pinpoint why. Here I was thinking things went smoothly and he's acting like we got put on blast for this... he mused as he fished Izumo's car keys from his front pocket.
"So soon? Well my number is still the same as it's always been, please come back soon."
"I will, don't worry." Misaki called out as he stood up, legs shaking slightly as the Red King rose to stand next to him. Mikoto watched his boyfriend shake his step father's hand and give his mother a hug and in turn he wound up doing the same thing. Yata's mother wouldn't accept anything else but a hug from him so he had awkwardly caved in, ignoring the giggles that erupted from the skateboarder's throat. "Goodnight," the younger man bellowed as he led his boyfriend out the front door, practically dragging him to the car as if he was in the biggest rush of his life.
"What's wrong?" Mikoto deadpanned as he shook off the skateboarder's hold, something akin to embarrassment shrouded the brunette's face.
"I just...that was just too overwhelming, I wanted to do this for closure. I wasn't expecting to be welcomed back like that, I need to ease myself into this unless I'll just wind up running away again," he mumbled under his breath as he slid into the passenger side of the car, joining the Red King in the Lexus.
"It's obvious they care about you," Suoh grumbled as he turned the key into the ignition, the vehicle roared to life as a result.
"Not to me it wasn't," Misaki whispered as he wiped at his face, something that made the King freeze in his place before he could pull the car away from curb.
"Are you crying?"
"No," the younger man lied with a sigh, though it was obviously far from the truth he tried to mask it by ducking his head down, staring down at his hands.
"That overwhelming, huh?" Mikoto asked as he reached out and brushed the hair out of the younger man's eyes, taking a few stray tears along with it, "don't worry so much, they were just glad to see you, that's not an obligation in itself."
"You're right, it's just been a long day and I hadn't been expecting them to bring up all this stuff from the past and the fact my siblings didn't even recognize me kinda hurt. They were so young when I left that I kind of knew they wouldn't but it sucked to see it," Yata sighed as he glanced over at the man in the driver's seat, "I guess I really was stupid when I left. I thought my mom was trying to replace me because she never wanted me around, but now I think I might have just been jealous and the reason they never asked me to do anything was because they thought I wouldn't want to."
"Well you see you were wrong so that's a step in the right direction," Mikoto remarked as he reached up to ruffle the younger man's hair, "in time things will work themselves out, at least they didn't get mad at me."
"Why? For being my boyfriend?" Yata chuckled as he wiped the rest of the tears from his eyes, a smile tugged at his lips, "I didn't think they'd freak out or anything, I know they don't understand it but it's not like I would do anything differently if they didn't accept it. That would be their problem, not mine."
"Ready to go home?" Mikoto proposed as he changed the topic, trying to prevent any further emotional moments because he had honestly had enough of those for the day. He knew the tears Misaki had shed had been ones of relief, if not happiness, but it didn't make it any easier to wipe the liquid away from his eyes. For some reason, it hurt him all the same. From taking down Jungle to eating breakfast at the bar to napping and seeing Misaki's family the day had been a true oddity. Something so absolutely exhausting that the only thing the Red King wanted to do was pull Yata in his arms and sleep. Something he'd probably do as soon as they got in the door.
"Yeah, can we sleep in tomorrow?" Misaki asked with a cheeky smile as he relaxed back into the seat, clearly just as exhausted as the man who was driving.
"I could sleep for a week straight so that sounds perfect."
Misaki chuckled, nodding his head vigorously in agreement as they made their way home, both eager to end the day that had caused them both a great deal of stress.
0o0o0o
May 5th, 2013
"Our sources say that the Yakuza have been asking for information on us again, apparently this time it's a group that sells guns on the streets, kind of dangerous if you ask me," Izumo exclaimed as he pulled up a file on his PDA at HOMRA's once-a-week dinner party. "Should we take them out?"
"Ah, we'll go tomorrow." Mikoto yawned as he wiped Anna's face with a paper towel to rid it off a stray drop of curry that had been left on her chin, the young girl blushed in response.
"Why aren't you two eating? Don't tell me you ate while you cooked," Kusanagi laughed as he eyed the Red King and Yata intently, the duo shook their heads in unison.
"Mikoto-san and I are going to dinner later," Misaki answered as he relaxed back into his seat, hands pulling at the table cloth that was draped over the tables that had been pushed together.
"Special occasion?" Tatara inquired as he laced his fingers together atop of the table, resting his head on top of them in the process.
"Kind of," Yata answered with a slight chuckle as he glanced around at his fellow clansmen who were all shooting him curious looks. He ducked his head downward and blushed, "it's...well..."
"Yata c'mon, you can't just leave us hanging like that," Chitose teased as he pulled out his cell phone and began to vigorously text someone, moments later the vanguard leader's phone vibrated.
From: Chitose
Are you pregnant? :,D I knew you looked a bit bigger than usual, congrats! ^o^
"Mikoto-san, will you handle this?" Yata replied with a smirk as he handed the phone off to the Red King, ignoring the way Chitose screamed and whined in protest.
"Mikoto-san I was kidding! Please don't kill me!" The Red Clansmen yelped as he shot the skateboarder a dirty look, "Yata why the fuck would you do that to me?!"
"Chitose if you're gonna try to insult someone at least be a bit more creative, that was weak." Mikoto replied with an annoyed look as he handed his boyfriend his phone, a glare was sent his clansman's way to silence any further taunting. Chitose sunk into his chair as a result, completely deflated by the situation.
"So really what's the occasion?" Bandou laughed as he slugged Yata on the shoulder lightly, "you know we're all too nosy, you can't just not tell us."
"Mikoto-san and I have been together for half a year, that's all," Misaki answered weakly as he turned his attention to the tablecloth once again, taking a sudden interest in the patterns on the stained cloth and less on the awes and hoots that came from around the table. Suoh shook his head as if to silence them, which ended up working in the end.
"Have a good time," Anna exclaimed as she peaked her head around her guardian and gave Yata an honest smile, something he eagerly returned.
"Leave it to our Princess to save the King and his Que- ow, King! Don't hit me so hard!" Totsuka whined as he gripped the top of his head, wincing when Mikoto shot him a deadly glare, "sorry sorry. King and his...uhm...his Knight? Is that any better?"
"You all suck," Yata whined as he hid his head in his hands, "Anna is the only sane one in this room, I swear."
"Knight is a lot better than Queen," Izumo laughed as he took a long sip of one of his favorite imported wines, "does that make me royalty too? I'm second in charge here."
"Wouldn't that make all of us royalty in a way?" Shouhei laughed as he glanced up the table, everyone snickered at the idea.
"Yata let's go, I can't handle this nonsense," Mikoto sighed as he ruffled Anna's hair, "Tatara, you're going to stay until I'm back, right?"
"Yeah I'll watch her," the cameraman confirmed as he shot his King a thumbs up.
"Be here tomorrow at noon and we'll move out," Suoh commanded as he rose to his feet, dragging Misaki by his hand as they made their way out of the barroom. They walked down the streets hand in hand for several blocks in complete silence, the occasional passerby would cast them a glance but as soon as the Red King locked eyes with them it ceased, something that made Yata feel a bit more comfortable. As they rounded the final corner the skateboarder felt a strange feeling rise in his stomach, and as his gaze wandered to view the sidewalk on the other side of the street his eyes widened, Mikoto glanced over simultaneously and let out a grunt.
On the other sidewalk walked Reisi Munakata and Saruhiko Fushimi, hand in hand in a similar fashion as they glanced over at the two members of the Red Clan with looks that changed from acknowledgment to shock.
"Should we say something?" Yata inquired as he clung to the King's arm, as if to shield himself from the prying eyes from across the way, Suoh shrugged slightly in response. As if to answer the question the Blues froze in their place before making their way across the nearest crosswalk, headed in their direction to save the Reds the trouble.
"Suoh, Yata-kun, what a lovely surprise," Munakata exclaimed as Fushimi dropped his hand with a clearly unamused glare.
"I thought I told you to stay out of Shizume," Mikoto countered as he tightened his grip on the skateboarder's hand to spite them.
"Well even I like to break the rules sometimes, fighting it out on the streets would be a waste of time and besides, I'm quite busy at the moment. I just wanted to say hello," the Blue King responded with a chuckle. "You two are dressed a bit nicer than usual, surely you wouldn't want to fight with us when clearly you two were on a date."
"That sounds like an excuse not to fight us," Suoh grumbled as his eyes scanned the other pair over, "besides, seeing you out of uniform let's me know we would be interrupting your night as well. Date night I presume?"
"Actually Fushimi-kun and I were headed to dinner, so yes you would be interrupting."
"I knew it," Yata laughed as he locked eyes with Saruhiko, something the other man clicked his tongue at. "Makes sense, I guess."
The tension grew thick but none of them made a move.
"Where were you two headed?" Mikoto asked out of curiosity as he readjusted his grip on his vanguard's hand.
"Asuka, it's a seafood restaurant down the street from here," Munakata exclaimed with a sigh, "we have reservations so we really should be going."
"Are you kidding me?" The Red King groaned as he shot Yata an aggravated look, "guess we will have to find somewhere else to eat."
"Oh? You had reservations there as well?" Reisi laughed as he shook his head, "nonsense, why don't you two join us?"
"What?" The three other man exclaimed in unison, something that only made the leader of Scepter4 laugh even harder.
"Don't act so surprised, it's called being polite."
"It's called we're not allies anymore and I don't want to look at your face while I'm trying to eat," Mikoto hissed as he shot the other King one last look before turning around, dragging his boyfriend with him. "You better hope your table is far away from mine, and I don't want to see you on my turf again."
"Fushimi-kun, shall we go?" Munakata asked as he reached down and grabbed the younger man's hand, despite his annoyance at the gesture.
"Can't we just go somewhere else?" The younger man hissed as he watched the Reds disappear around the final turn that led to the restaurant.
"Nonsense, it's a Friday night! Everything else will be booked and unless you want to eat fast food we need to get a move on," Reisi chuckled as he all but dragged his third in command after him.
Much to both Clan's dismay their tables were a little less than far apart. They were right next to each other.
0o0o0o
"That was so awkward," Yata whined as he attached himself to the Red King's arm, "can we go get some ice cream or something? I need to forget all about that."
"Sorry they crashed the party," Mikoto sighed as he glanced down at his phone to get a glimpse of the time, "it's only eight, do you want to see if Anna wants to come with us?"
"Yeah, let's go get her, it's on the way back anyway." The vanguard leader expressed as he fell into step beside the older man, a smile pulling on his face as the restaurant they had went to disappeared in the distance. "I really hope Anna doesn't spite me," he said out loud though he hadn't meant to. He cursed under his breath afterward, the Red King shot him a curious glance.
"Why would she?"
"Because of me you and her spend less time together," Misaki answered with a sigh as he rested his head on the taller man's arm, eyebrows knitting together in frustration.
"I don't think she sees it that way," Mikoto answered as he squeezed the younger man's hand, "she's probably just grateful to see us happy."
"I know she's glad you're happy but she misses you and I don't want her to think that just because we're together that she can't hang around us," the skateboarder explained as they waited at a crosswalk for the sign to change to walk.
"She hangs out with us," Suoh countered with a raise of his eyebrows, "it's not like she can be with us all of the time."
"Well obviously not," Yata blushed heavily as he his his face, "I...I just want her to be okay with it."
"She's fine, I think she'd say something if she wasn't."
"Yeah, you're right," the younger man answered as they came to a stop outside the bar. Mikoto held the door open for them as they made their way inside, everyone had already left leaving just Tatara, Izumo and Anna behind to finish up the cleaning, they all looked at them in acknowledgment before getting back to work. "Anna, do you want to go get some ice cream with us?" The young girl's eyes lit up as she handed a stack of dishes to the groups strategist.
"Really?" She practically gawked, something everyone shook their heads at.
"Yes really c'mon," Misaki chuckled as he held his hand out to her, something she rushed over to take, a huge smile grew on her lips when the three of them set out in search of the parlor that was two blocks away. The night life of Tokyo was as to be expected, the streets were crowded and the sidewalks even more so, as if to not lose each other in the masses Mikoto grabbed Anna's other hand to keep the three of them together as they turned onto a less crowded area of the street, the parlor just a minute away at this point. When they arrived Anna let go of their hands and practically rushed into the store, leaving the two men behind as they slowly made their way in after her.
"What are you going to get, Anna?" Misaki asked as he approached the small Strain, Mikoto loitered behind the two of them with a small smile on his face.
"I don't know yet," she answered as her eyes scanned the case repetitively, "Mikoto what are you getting?"
"Strawberry," he answered as he looked up at the menu that hung over the counter, ignoring the way the young girl and his boyfriend laughed at him for his bland choice.
"I'm gonna get mint chocolate chip," Yata decided as he continued to watch Anna observe the ice cream containers in the case, "have you decided?"
"Mhm," she nodded her head as they joined up with the Red King who had approached the counter.
"We'll take two scoops of strawberry, two scoops of mint chocolate, and one scoop of...?" Yata glanced down at the young girl who eyed the man behind the counter warily.
"I want two scoops, one of strawberry and one mint chocolate," she answered with a small smile, something the two men who accompanied her grinned at.
"Let me get those for you," the man behind the counter exclaimed as he made quick work of getting their order ready, once Mikoto swiped his card the three of them found a table in the back of the parlor away from the masses of people that were already in there and took their seats. Yata watched the people around them out of curiosity, it was mainly young teenagers and a few couples that filled the area but across the parlor he could see a man and a woman with their daughter, laughing about something as they ate their frozen desert. He giggled as he let his eyes wonder back to his own table, god is that how we look to everyone else? He thought to himself as he let his eyes snake up to see Anna politely eating her ice cream with a smile and to Mikoto who made quick work of eating his despite the disinterested look that was on his face. Yeah...probably not.
"Eat," Suoh grumbled as he pinched the younger man on the arm, something he yelped at then laughed off when a few other patrons shot him funny glances, he hadn't even realized he hadn't touched his food. He practically inhaled it to make up for lost time, Mikoto's empty bowl was sat in the middle of table as was Anna's half full bowl though she looked way too full to finish it, Yata stacked his own empty container on top of them before he got up and threw them in the trash. When he turned back around neither of them had moved from their spots.
"Are you guys ready?" He asked as he pushed his chair in, eyes darting back and forth between Anna and the Red King.
"Sit," Suoh commanded as he waved down at the chair, Yata nervously did as he was told though he felt the air around them become uncomfortable when no one spoke for several moments. "Anna do you care that Misaki and I go out every now and again?"
The skateboarder squirmed in his seat at the question, finding himself growing increasingly more uncomfortable the more time it took for the young girl to answer.
"No," she deadpanned as she looked at her guardian with a confused glance, "why would I? I'm glad you two are together, I'm glad he makes you happy Mikoto."
"I told you," the Red King grumbled as he locked eyes with his vanguard, clearly feeling a bit smug after the whole situation that made Misaki blush out of embarrassment.
"I-I just wanted to make sure," the younger man said nervously as he glanced between his boyfriend and the Strain, "I don't want you to resent me for that."
"I don't," Anna smiled as she tilted her head to the side, "but I want to ask something."
"Of course," Misaki answered as he nodded his head slowly, something that made the young girl's smile grow wider.
"Can we watch the movies Tatara has filmed tonight? He gave me a box of them and I want to watch them with you and Mikoto," she explained.
"I think that sounds like fun," Yata acknowledged as he looked over at their King, "what do you think, Mikoto-san?"
"I think you need to stop calling me that," the older man seethed as he tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling, "yeah, we can do that."
Yata blushed furiously in response, "o-okay, let's go then."
0o0o0o
As soon as they had gotten back to the bar Mikoto insisted on taking a shower first which left Anna and Yata in the recreation room watching TV until he returned. The Strain was completely engrossed in the show that was rolling on the screen but he felt his interest slip when his watch and phone both lit up with a new notification.
One NEW text message from: The Monkey o(-.-)o
He was about to ignore it, figuring it would be something along the lines of if you say a word about the Blue King and I then I will kill you and everyone you love but then something from over a month ago came to him.
"There's something I'm going to tell you but it might take me some time to say it, if you ever get a text from me then you'll know what it is."
Misaki eventually caved in to curiosity, groaning slightly when he realized just how long the message truly was. Still, he reluctantly began to read it.
From: The Monkey o(-.-)o
Hey, I know you're busy with your boyfriend or whatever but I told you I had something I needed to tell you so I'm gonna go ahead and say it. It's more like an explanation for a few things but how you take it it is entirely up to you.
Let me start off by emphasizing that I, in no way, shape or form, am jealous of Suoh Mikoto. Not anymore.
At one time I was, you idolized him and looked at him as if he was a God amongst men, why wouldn't that bother me? If Mikoto started ignoring you and hanging out with let's say Izumo nonstop and practically worshiped the ground he walked on than you would be jealous, too. I don't think that's something you can honestly deny. So yes, I was jealous of him to a degree.
But there is something that is even more prevalent as to why I left HOMRA.
Misaki...I hate fire.
My piece of shit father used to torment me with it, it was something that scared the hell out of me when we first met the Red King and his clan. On that day when Mikoto offered his hand to us I was terrified, the very thing that made me cower in fear was being offered to me. I didn't see him as a King nor did I see him as a human, he was nothing more than a shell for flames to dwell in. He was hellfire in the flesh, he was my biggest fear.
Yata felt his widened eyes shake as he reread that last sentence over and over again, letting the words sink in.
Even Tatara, despite being a pacifist, scared me. I was afraid of myself for awhile too, I refused to accept the fact that I now had the very thing that had tormented me flowing through my being, it was a scary thought. I refused to get too close to them, I did it to shelter myself from them, and when my bastard father died a part of me wondered if someone else would come along and torment me with it. I even wondered if it would be you.
Then when Izumo and I met with the Blue King I was shocked, he reminded me so much of my father and maybe even myself looks wise but his personality was cold, it was calculated, it was just like my father had been to me but the Blue King respected me. He didn't try to make me cower in fear, instead he spoke to me as if I was someone important though he didn't know me.
God, this sounds weird now that you know the nature of our relationship but I swear I've stopped thinking of him in such a way. Now he's just an even bigger pain in the ass, don't you dare make a pun about that either.
I had two options at that point, I could stay with the people who had all but kicked me out for refusing to do anything with them, you and HOMRA, the people who were my nightmare come to life; or I could join the Blues, an organized group that could offer stability to me for the first time in my life.
Mikoto took my hand and Munakata offered me his blade, now that I think about it kind of makes sense.
The Red King is the type of man who would do anything for his own, he doesn't rely on borrowed power from weapons because he doesn't need it, he is the embodiment of hell and his wrath is the most terrifying prospect one can face. He does everything for the people he loves and burns the rest to cinders, he offers protection and shelter with nothing more than his hands. He is feared and powerful, violent yet caring, revered by all out of nothing short of terror. His enemies, myself included, are shown no mercy. Come to think of it, I can see why you love him.
If he didn't send chills down my spine with the slightest of glances than maybe I would've admired him, too. He was everything you wanted me to be, everything you wanted to be, and when that wasn't possible he was everything you ever wanted. I couldn't compete with that.
The Blue King is the type of man who would go to the ends of the Earth for everyone, even his enemies because he has a heart of gold, despite how he may seem to others. He's dignified and thoughtful, commanding yet understanding, he's a safe house to people like me who need security. He defends what he believes in with every fiber of his being and he also defends the rights of everyone around him, he tries his best to keep order and peace but he's not afraid of conflict either. He's cold and cunning yet warm, warmer than Mikoto ever felt to me, ironically enough.
Does that make sense to you? Do you understand why I did what I had to do now? I've conquered my fears, I've forgiven my bastard father for what he's done, I've forgiven my mother for neglecting me, I've forgiven you, and your King because I was the one at fault. I'm never going to say any of this aloud, as you can tell this is completely unlike me but it's been a long time coming. It's about time I told you the truth about this.
Misaki, if you...if you want to be frenemies then I guess I can deal with that. I'm not going to say a part of me doesn't still miss you because that would be a lie, it wasn't your fault we got caught up in this, the world we created for ourselves couldn't be sheltered by something of this caliber. It was inevitable, dare I say it was fate.
And with all of this being said...this is me letting you go. I'm always going to love you, you were my first love so it's impossible to forget that kind of thing, but I am no longer in love with you. I want to kick your face in and throw knives in your chest but I also want to talk civilly and know I can call you if I ever need to talk, I want you to feel the same way.
Sorry for writing you a book, it's a lot to convey and my pride wouldn't let me say this to your face. We're enemies for now, but next time we see each other and should our Kings feel the need to call another temporary alliance then maybe we could hang out like we used to without worrying about anything else. Enemies when we are needed to be and friends when we are able, sounds like something I think we can manage.
See you later...Yata.
Misaki stared down at his phone in disbelief, the words his friend turned enemy, turned kind of friend, sinking into his head as he tuned everything else out. He hadn't even realized Anna was looking over his shoulder nor did he realize Mikoto had come back and was standing behind him, glancing down at the two of them and the phone with a quizzical expression. Saru...why didn't you tell me?
"Well, that's unexpected," Mikoto mumbled as he hopped over the back of the couch and took a seat next to Yata, Anna got up so she could sit in his lap.
"How much of that did you read?" He asked as he put his phone down on the couch, pondering what he would even say to such a confession.
"All of it, you had this horrified look on your face so I got curious," the King answered as he ran a hand through his wet hair, "that was huge coming from someone like Fushimi."
"Yeah it was," Misaki answered as he glanced over at the people next to him, "what should I say to that?"
"We can't tell you how you're supposed to feel after that, let alone how to put it into words. If you wanna accept his proposal then do it, if you don't that's also your decision." Suoh exclaimed as he asked Anna to get the box of films she had been so keen on watching. The skateboarder sighed in defeat as he picked up his phone, debating on what to say for a moment before he finally put his fingers down on the screen.
To: The Monkey o(-.-)o
Thanks for telling me all of that...I forgive you, Saru. I wish I would've known all of this but that doesn't matter now, I'm glad you told me any of it. I hope you're happier there than you were here, I mean that.
I got a ton of new video games you have got to check out next time we're on good terms, you're gonna be in heaven! ^^
Misaki smiled to himself as he locked his phone and laid it on his chest, leaning onto Mikoto's shoulder as Anna played one of the films from the whole Basashi incident, something that caused the three of them to snicker. Eventually Yata's phone lit up again.
From: The Monkey o(-.-)o
:)
Having nothing else to say he tossed his phone onto the couch, cuddling up to his King as the three of them lost themselves in footage from the past. Mikoto caught his eyes after awhile, a knowing look being sent his way as he reached out and wrapped his arm around him, bringing them closer together. He couldn't help but smile.
Things had to happen this way but despite everything else...this is all I could have asked for and more...this is all I ever wanted...no this is all I ever needed. He looked up at the Red King and also at Anna who seemed all too happy to be in that moment and it was a sentiment he shared, this has become my family, them and everyone else in HOMRA...and this... he let his eyes survey the room he knew so well, where all the pictures that couldn't fit in the barroom were placed on the wall with care. Memories from other times, times both good and bad, happy memories and not so happy ones as well. He closed his eyes.
This is home.
0o0o0o0o0o
"Mikoto-san, you're smothering me!"
The Red King smiled as he tightened his grip, keeping Yata as close to his bare chest as possible as they lay in their shared bed, legs wrapped around the others, arms tangled around each other as well. Yata desperately tried to break the grip on him but it was to no avail, only when he let go did the skateboarder finally take a deep breath. Even in the darkness of their bedroom he could see the blush that decorated his lover's cheeks.
"What the hell was that for?" Yata whined as he coughed to clear his lungs, the air finally rushing back to them though the King couldn't help but feel like it was over exaggerated.
"You looked like you were having a nightmare," he mumbled as he reached out and brushed the hair out of his lover's eyes, though the amber colored orbs that stared back at him only mimicked that of confusion he lightly tapped his boyfriend on the face.
"I wasn't having a nightmare," Misaki laughed as he reached up to lace his finger's on top of his King's, "I was dreaming we were on the beach and you all of the sudden tried to drown me but now I can see that my brain was just explaining the lack of oxygen thanks to your bear hug."
"It wasn't that bad," Mikoto countered tiredly as he flicked the younger man on the cheek with his other hand, ignoring the cry of protest he got as a result.
"It was! You're strong so to you a hug is nothing but to me it's like you're breaking me in half!" Yata protested as he returned the favor by flicking the King on his nose, much to his dismay. Mikoto reached up and pushed him off of him, sending the man flailing onto the mattress with a yelp of shock. He quickly flipped over so he hovered over him, their bodies only inches apart as he leaned his face down until their foreheads touched.
"You act like I do it on purpose," the Red King frowned when his eyes locked onto the skateboarder's.
"I know you don't," Misaki quickly exclaimed as he snaked his arm around the older man's waist, "god, do you think that I think you'd hurt me willingly?"
"Do you?"
"Absolutely not," the vanguard leader proclaimed as he pulled the other man down until their bare bodies touched, he blushed up at the Red King. "But now I'm awake and I don't feel like sleeping anymore."
"Oh?" Mikoto prompted as he trailed a hand up and down the younger man's arm until it rested on his cheek, bringing their lips within centimeters of each other. "Then what do you feel like doing?"
"Don't make me beg," Yata huffed as he trailed his finger's up and down the larger man's back, "you know I love you, right?"
"I love you, too." Mikoto answered with a small smile as his eyes glowed to pierce the darkness, something that so often happened whenever he and Yata were like this, he didn't know how many pair of sheets they burned their way through but he didn't care. Izumo was furious but hadn't made them start buying their own, yet.
"You just gonna stare at me?" The younger man asked as he pulled their bodies even closer together, skin brushing against skin as if it would be enough to quell the absolute hunger they had for one another. "This is unfair."
"Teasing you is too fun."
"Tease me in a way that doesn't involve you keeping your hands off me," Yata growled as he arched into the larger body that rested on top of his, "it's your fault you've turned me into this, I don't want to keep my hands off you."
"Who said you had too?" Suoh grumbled dangerously as he kissed the younger mans cheek, lips working up and down the skin surrounding his neck until he latched onto a small space between the collarbone and his shoulder. Misaki writhed beneath him, something that sent a wave of pleasure over them both as their hips finally aligned in the proper way, Mikoto continued to suck and bite at the skin, leaving a fresh marking there in place of his lips when he finally broke the contact.
"Did you just give me a hickey?" Yata laughed as he brought his hands up to the wet place on his skin, "Mikoto...flip us over."
"Huh?" The Red King asked as he leaned up to look his lover in the eyes, "you want to be on to-"
"JUST FLIP US OVER." Yata half yelled half whined as his face turned a bright shade of red, with one swift motion they were settled in a different position. Yata brought his knees down on either side of his King's hips as he leaned down and pressed their lips together for a brief moment, the simple action sent any further self control they had out the window. The skateboarder let his lips trail down until he got to the same place the Red King had left his mark, he moved a bit higher, bringing his lips over his neck as he attached them to the skin there.
Mikoto let out a shuddered breath as his boyfriend got to work, nipping and sucking on the skin there before he placed a delicate kiss on the mark. "That's gonna be highly visible," he noted as he trailed his fingers over the place, something his lover only laughed at.
"That's the point," he giggled as he leaned down so their eyes met, each glowing a bright red color in the darkness of the room, "I want people to know you're mine."
"Keep talking like that and I'm gonna make you mine," Suoh replied with a smirk as he reached over to his bedside table, "are you ready?"
"I've been ready," the younger man whined as he laid his head on the older man's chest, kicking the rest of the blankets off of them in the process, to his surprise the Red King only handed him the bottle. "What?"
"You do it," the older man grinned, "if you want it come and get it, it's about time you did some work."
"Mikoto that's evil," Yata groaned as he buried his face in the older man's chest, "don't...you better n-not look!"
"I won't," he rolled his eyes as he watched the younger man take the bottle in his hands as he sat up, he squeezed a decent amount on his hand before he worked it up to his fingers, even in the darkness he could see the heavy blush that decorated his cheeks.
"S-stop l-looking at me!"
"Why?" Suoh questioned as he propped himself up on his elbows, Yata moving downward along with him. "You're mine, remember?"
"It's embarrassing," the skateboarder huffed as he reached around his back, fingers stopping just short of his own entrance. "I hate you," he declared as he pressed a finger in, leaning down so his left arm caught the rest of his weight, hovering over the Red King.
"This is a good look for you," Mikoto encouraged as he tilted his head to the side as if he was enjoying the view because he definitely was, Yata cursed under his breath as he slipped a second finger inside of himself, when he seemed relaxed enough he dared to press a third one in, hissing momentarily in pain as he adjusted to the width of his fingers. "Do you want me to help?" Suoh asked in a husky voice, biting his lip as his eyes met the pleasure clouded ones of his lover.
"N-no, I just want you," the younger man proclaimed as he removed the digits, quickly grabbing the bottle again as he shifted so he sat downward on Mikoto's thighs. He poured a large amount of lube into his palm before he worked it back and forth, warming it up before he placed his hands around his boyfriend's length, something that made Mikoto groan and lay back on the bed, no longer having the energy to focus on sitting up as his lover worked skillfully around him.
"Yata..." he warned as he rolled his head to the side, eyes locking on the younger man's as he sent him a warning, "come here." Misaki did as told, crawling his way over to him as he purposely dragged his torso against him. Mikoto feverishly crashed their lips together, making mental notes of how he could taste the tea the younger man drank before bed and the taste of mint that came from the toothpaste they both used, there was another thing there that could only be described as something so deliciously Yata.
Their battle for dominance soon ended as the smaller man allowed the King to take the lead, their tongues no longer battled but danced to their own tune as Misaki reached around them, slowly, agonizingly so, brought his hips down until Mikoto's length was completely covered. They both shivered at the sensation, hips moving in unison as they parted only to take breathers from the kissing as they let their bodies do the talking.
Yata rocked on his hips and Mikoto met every movement with one of his own, finding it completely impossible for him to lay still and not put any effort forward. They bit their lips to keep quiet when air became a necessity, but it soon became an after thought as their tongues met again, their movements becoming erratic as Misaki snapped his hips forward a few times while Mikoto rolled his until the younger man moaned softly, urging him to repeat the motion. He didn't need any further coaxing.
As their lips parted for easily the hundredth time Mikoto brought his palm to his face, wetting the skin with his tongue before he reached for his lover, something that made the smaller man whimper softly. It didn't take too long for the pressure in the King's stomach to become unbearable, with every movements ripples of pleasure fell over him and with every kiss the taste of mint clouded his senses, with his other hand he ran a hand through Yata's sweat covered hair, reveling in the sight as they both bucked their hips forward one more time before euphoria hit them both.
They called out each others names, holding their position for as long as they could before the smaller man collapsed on top of him in exhaustion, panting quietly as they regained their breath. Mikoto wrapped his arms around him, hands running up and down the smaller man's skin as he placed a trail of kisses along his forehead, something he would never do to anyone else but the man in his arms.
Suoh had realized when he and Yata first got intimate that he was really good at having sex and absolutely horrible at making love, he also learned that there was a huge difference between the two. With sex he hadn't cared how his partners felt during their escapade, but with Misaki that was different, he wanted everything to feel even better for the younger man than it did for him, he didn't want to rush just to get off either. He wanted to savor every moment, every kiss and touch that was offered and every feeling that was being with the person who had captured his heart.
In a way, they had learned it together, which Mikoto felt only made the two of them a stronger couple despite the many flaws they had. Despite what the day had in store for them they always knew how to make it better, for them sex wasn't just a way to blow off steam, it was a way to send worries packing and to let each other know they didn't have to do anything alone, it was a silent communication that offered them peace of mind. Suoh doubted he'd have it any other way.
"I love you," he exclaimed as he stroked the brunette's hair over and over again, a soothing action he always did whenever they were finished.
"I love you too," the skateboarder mumbled as he snuggled up to the Red King, "should we take a bath? I feel gross," he laughed.
"Yeah probably, I don't want to sleep like this," Mikoto chuckled as he sat up, keeping Yata pressed to his chest as he swung out of bed, eyes going back to their mattress as he noted they actually managed not to singe anything that time around.
"Bubble bath?" Misaki proposed with a giggle as the Red King sat down on the edge of the bathtub, turning on the hot water as he pulled the stopper over the drain.
"If you want," he answered with a smile as he tightened his hold on the smaller man as he made a grab for a bottle of vanilla scented soap Anna typically used. He poured a huge amount in the tub, much to the younger man's pleasure though he did comment on how there would be a fuck ton of bubbles. As they waited for the water to fill the tub Mikoto continued to hold him flush to his chest, hand still raking it's way through the brunette's hair delicately.
"Misaki?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I wanna marry you," Mikoto chuckled as he looked down at the man in his arms, simultaneously shutting the water off behind him. The younger man blushed furiously as his eyes grew wide.
"W-what?" Yata stammered as he gawked at his King, something Suoh rolled his eyes at.
"Don't make me repeat it," he grumbled under his breath, as much as he hated to admit it he felt his cheeks grow hot as the silence between them dragged onward.
"Are you really asking or are you just saying that?" Misaki stammered out as his King stood up before stepping into the bath, dragging him into the water along with him, bubbles wrapped around their skin in the process.
"I'm asking," Suoh clarified as he glanced down at the younger man, noting how watery his eyes looked as if he hadn't been expecting him to be serious but was relieved that he was.
"Do you even have to ask? I'd be the happiest man alive," Misaki mumbled as the tears finally spilled over, "fuck, I already am the happiest man alive...but this..."
"So yes?" Mikoto smiled as he ducked his hand in the water several times to clear it of soap before he brought it up to his lover's face, wiping the tears away. Misaki nodded his head repeatedly.
"Yes," he confirmed with a large grin, "fuck, Mikoto I love you."
"I love you too," he breathed out as he brought their lips together in what he swore was the most passionate kiss they've ever shared.
I never thought I'd fall in love with someone, let alone ask someone to spend their life with me but then you came along. I take things for granted and I'm not the most kind person on the planet but I've been so blessed, Mikoto thought as their lips separated, though their forehead remained pressed together. I want to make you the happiest man alive so I can be the luckiest one in return.
0o0o0o0
May 30th, 2013
"What do you wanna do, Mikoto?" Izumo smirked as he grabbed his lighter, eying Seri from across the way as they stood on a helicopter platform that rested far above Shizume, the stars in the sky shied away in comparison to the two brilliant and pristine Swords of Damocles that hung in the sky.
"Burn them," Suoh replied as he let his gaze rise to stare at the symbol of his power. The cracks on the bottom had begun to fade into old scars, the color had fully returned to the hilt and the red dragon-like scales that used to crumble and break were now complete and impending. The gem in the center glowed a vibrant crimson. His resting Weismann level? 25. Activation level: 55. He was the epitome of health, the very personification of hellfire, and he had only one opponent in his sights. Reisi Munakata.
"C'mon Anna, let's go," Tatara exclaimed as he dragged the young girl away from the scene, much to her dismay. Mikoto turned his head back and sent her a smile to quell her worries before returning his undivided attention to the clan in front of him.
"Suoh Mikoto, I thought we were starting to become friends," Munakata laughed as he drew his sword after his clansmen unsheathed theirs, beside the Blue King Saruhiko twirled a throwing knife around in the air threateningly as he locked eyes with Yata.
"Save that kind of talk for someone who gives a shit, Munakata," Suoh answered with a look of boredom, "everyone go, take this to the streets. Yata, stay."
"NO BLOOD! NO BONE! NO ASH!"
"Everyone, advance after them! We will advance with our swords in our hands, we'll triumph because our cause is pure." Munakata countered as he pointed his sword in the direction of the Red King, "Fushimi, stay."
"I'm not a dog," Saruhiko groaned as he turned so he was back to back to his King, the other members of Scepter4 fled the vicinity then, in search of the members of HOMRA who had already vacated the area. Yata pressed his back to Mikoto's to mimic their opponents.
"Ready?" Suoh asked as he glanced back at his vanguard, Yata only beamed at him in response, "kick his ass."
"You're finished, Saruhiko!"
"In your dreams, Crow."
Mikoto watched the two of them engage in a split second, Yata flying past him in a blur of blazing red while Saruhiko's Aura pulsated like waves in the ocean, though nothing was being held back he couldn't help but notice that the usual malice in their battle was missing. Something he could only shake his head at.
He held his fists up, eyes daring the Blue King to charge, which he did without a moments notice. Every swing of a fist or sword was heavily practiced, rehearsed to the point of repetition though each bout presented a new bit of danger as they eventually let their movements become erratic and unpredictable, still they both stood completely unscathed.
"Suoh, you have got to stop taking out Yakuza every day, I'm going to have to arrest you if you keep it up." Munakata dared as they clashed again in sparks of red and blue, his sword rested on the Red King's forearm.
"And let you have a day off? In your dreams. You sound like you don't want to arrest me," Mikoto grinned as he sent a punch into the Blue King's abdomen with his free hand, something that only pushed him back slightly, though during that time a swipe of another sword nearly threw him off guard. Saruhiko spun on his heel as he gave his King time to recover, Yata came flying in after him, metal rod in his hand flying towards the Blue Clansmen while he sent a punch of his own into Saruhiko's arm, causing him too to slide backward.
"Don't interfere!" Misaki cried out as he let a kick fly forward, red tearing the pavement up in a move of defiance against the Blue's actions.
"Mi-sa-ki!" Fushimi hissed as he poised his sword, charging forward as Yata spun backwards on his skateboard retrieving his weapon in time to block the swing of the blade.
"You let your guard down," came an abrupt interruption as Munakata appeared beside him, managing to scrape his blade against the Red King's cheek, something that sent his Aura flaring. Munakata poised the blade at his neck, something that caused the other two who were clashing to stop their fight, watching the Kings in favor of each other.
"So I did," Mikoto stated in his usual bored tone of voice, "you gonna take my head off for it?"
"As tempting as that sounds I think I'll just give you a warning this time, stop this senseless fighting. Next time I will incapacitate you and haul you off to prison," the Blue King commanded as he pressed his blade onto Suoh's skin.
"You act like I'm not doing you a favor," Mikoto sighed, mind racking as he tried to find a way out of his current situation, "the Yakuza are annoying, I take them out and prevent crimes from taking place, are we really so different?"
"I suppose not but the problem is you only take them out when it's convenient for you," Reisi exclaimed with a heavy exhale, "give me a reason not to take your head as a prize tonight."
"I thought you said you wouldn't?" Mikoto chuckled darkly as he turned his head to look over at the slightly younger man, the blade dug into his Adam's apple, "was that a lie, Munakata?"
"No but I want to hear a reason why I shouldn't, the longer we stay here the more tempting it becomes." The Captain exclaimed as he pressed the blade in a bit harder, drawing a trail of blood out. Mikoto sighed again as he saw his chance, he pressed his neck further into the blade to shock the other man before he swiftly kicked the front of Munakata's knee cap, making him stagger forward, the blade rising from his skin in the process. When his footing faltered the Red King swept his leg around him and connected with the back of the other King's knees, causing Munakata to fall backwards. He quickly went down with him, his own knee resting on the Blue King's elbow as he held a flame covered fist to the other man's temple, blood poured down from his wound and dripped onto the once pristine Scepter4 coat.
"I'm getting married on December 7th, I can't die before that," Mikoto said smugly as he watched the Blue King's face shift to something akin to shock.
"Married? You?" He laughed at the prospect, "Yata-kun has truly made you grow soft."
"Quite contrary, he knows I'm a King, he accepts the duties that comes along with that and he understands that my life may be fleeting at the rate I go. Knowing that I haven't had to change at all," Mikoto corrected as he lightly wrapped his knuckles against the other King's temple. "Give me a reason not to kill you."
"I couldn't be at your wedding."
"That's one less mouth to feed."
"Can you two cut it out?" Yata seethed as he put his free hand on his hip, "can we just call it a day? You're both too worked up since this has been our first real fight in six months. The occasional skirmish doesn't count either."
"Captain he's right, I hate to admit." Fushimi groaned as he crossed his arms, his sword resting on his shoulder, "just give them a warning and let's go. We have a lot of work to do anyway, we don't have time for this."
"Well Suoh, it seems they've come to an agreement, what will you do?" Munakata questioned as his purple eyes locked onto those of amber.
"Fine, but don't think I'm happy about it," Mikoto mumbled as he rose to his feet, not offering to help the Blue King to his. "Yata, call it off."
"You got it," the skateboarder replied as he pressed his watch close to his face, "enough for tonight boys, the Kings have come to an agreement."
"So Suoh, you and Yata-kun are engaged?" Reisi asked as he stood up and dusted off his coat, frowning at the patch of blood that stained the material. Mikoto's wound ceased bleeding the moment his Aura seared it.
"Ah."
"Congratulations," Fushimi offered to Yata as he sheathed his sword at the same moment the skateboarder placed the metal rod back on his belt loop.
"Thanks," he answered with a small smile before he looked over to his King, who nodded his head in understanding. "Saru, can we talk for a second?"
"About what? I told you I didn't want to talk about that," Fushimi groaned as the air grew stagnant.
"Not about that Monkey, it's something else," Misaki whined as he shook his head.
"Just say it here then," Saruhiko answered with an annoyed look as he checked his phone for what everyone else presumed was for the time. The two Kings watched the exchange silently.
"Uh...well...if we can call an alliance for when it happens then I...I want to know if you'll be a part of it," Misaki said awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck.
"What do you mean?" The Blue Clansmen asked as he raised an eyebrow, hands resting on his hips.
"I mean...will you be my best man?"
Saruhiko's eyes widened.
"You want me to be your best man?" He questioned in need of clarification, something the Red Clansmen could only nod his head at.
"If you don't want to I understand, we aren't exactly friends...or enemies...but I just thought it was worth a shot and I wan-"
"I don't see why not," Fushimi interrupted with a click of his tongue, "but between now and then if I kick your ass don't change your mind or else I'll kick it again."
"Really? You're awesome, Saruhiko!" Yata exclaimed as he excitedly threw his arms around his friend's shoulders, something everyone gawked at. Sensing the awkwardness he quickly released him, mumbling an apology under his breath in the process.
"Well I guess that means you'll be proposing an alliance in December," Munakata chuckled as he glanced over at the Red King who watched the other two interact with a look of amusement.
"Ah."
"December seventh? Such a peculiar day, I'm surprised you picked that one."
"It wasn't my idea, it was Tatara's," Suoh answered as he stuck his hands in his pockets, "I'm not the kind to plan these things, you should figure that much."
"You never were the romantic type," Munakata recalled with a smirk as the rest of Scepter4 and HOMRA came back to the rooftop. "Well, like we did a year ago we will be allies on that day, only if we get invitations."
"Izumo would kill me if Seri couldn't go and Yata obviously wants Fushimi there so I guess that's a given," Mikoto mumbled as he glanced around the area, "just don't annoy me or say something stupid when it happens."
"I won't make any promises," Reisi replied as he approached his clansmen, Yata came over to join up with the rest of the Red Clan. "And stop making such a ruckus around the city, I don't want to jail you."
"Yeah, I can't make any promises," Mikoto mocked as he turned to face his clan, "bye Munakata."
"Bye for now, Suoh."
0o0o0o
December 7th, 2013
"Fuck, I'm so nervous," Misaki whined as he shifted his weight awkwardly, watching Anna walk down the isle as she tossed red rose petals from a basket, and she looks adorable.
"You're gonna be fine," his mother exclaimed as she tightened her grip on his arm, "Mikoto-san loves you, that's all that matters."
"Thanks for being here with me, mom," Yata exclaimed as he realized it was his turn to go. No cliché music played per their request but everyone in the room stood, causing his stomach to churn as the doors swung all the way open, exposing him to the crowd he had been watching through a small crack in the door.
"Let's go," his mother smiled as she practically drug him down the isle, he nervously glanced at the faces in the crowd. Most members of his clan and Scepter4 along with a few friends they had outside of their group, but when his eyes locked with Mikoto's everything else in the room seemed unimportant. They hadn't dressed extravagantly, Yata wore a pair of dark skinny jean-like slacks and a black dress shirt with a red tie wrapped around his neck, red sneakers to top it off, and his hair was down like he wore it a lot of the time.
Mikoto on the other hand wore the same kind of outfit with his chain still attached to the belt loops on his pants, though he wore a black suit jacket it wasn't buttoned up, his black boots topped it off and his usual jewelry was still present as well. It wasn't lavish, but they hadn't wanted it to be, it was awkward enough, though it made them both happy beyond what words could describe. Before he knew it he stood at the end of the pews and Mikoto had come down from the steps to take his hand, he shook slightly as he looked over at his mom.
"Take good care of my boy and keep him out of trouble," she chuckled though tears slid down her pale cheeks, "welcome to the family, Mikoto-san."
"Thank you, I promise I'll do what you've asked of me," the Red King smiled as he offered his hand up. Misaki's mom placed her son's hand on his with a huge smile before she kissed his cheek, "I'm so proud of you, Misaki."
"Ready to do this?" Suoh asked through a smirk as he led the younger man up the stairs, he could only nod his head in agreement, finding words too hard to come by in the moment. On his way to their place Yata's eyes caught Saruhiko's, the Blue Clansmen offered him a small smile. As they took their spot the pastor read aloud a testament of love though neither paid it much mind, their vows had been exchanged in private in the privacy of their own home, something they both agreed would be more comfortable for them. Yata didn't need anyone else to hear how much he loved the man in front of him and vise versa. Neither were overly romantic, they had wanted a short and simple ceremony and that was exactly what they got.
"Suoh Mikoto, do you take Yata Misaki to become your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do."
"Yata Misaki, do you take Suoh Mikoto to become your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do."
"By the power vested in me by the great nation of Japan I now pronounce you partners for life, you may kiss."
Yata beamed.
As if we need an invitation.
0o0o0o
"Suoh Yata Misaki, kinda has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" Said man exclaimed as he and his new husband managed to get away from the mass of people that came to HOMRA for the reception, if only for a moment. Mikoto had him pinned against a wall in their bedroom, eyes locked in a heated glance.
"It's perfect," the Red King proclaimed as he pressed his lips to his lover's forehead, "are you happy, Suoh Yata Misaki?"
"The happiest," he promised as he brought his hand up to the older man's face, admiring the way the ruby and silver ring on his finger glowed in the light. Mikoto smiled down at him in earnest, a true smile that showed no worries or cares, a look that was saved only for him. "And how about my husband? What does that make you?"
The Red King pressed his lips to his briefly before he rested his forehead against Yata's. He laced their fingers in the process, rings clinking together as they stared deeply into each others eyes. Their smiles never faltered, nor did the increased beating of their hearts. Mikoto announced his answer without a shred of doubt.
"The luckiest...and it's all thanks to you."
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IT'S OVER. *Curtain falls*
Thank you all for reading and I hoped you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. 3
See you all next time around, hopefully. ;D
Fun Fact: This actually ended up being thirteen chapters, so we will just say it's too commemorate the original thirteen episodes of season 1. That's a coincidence!