Author's Notes: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! This is the "Cheese n' Rice" version-meaning the censored version specially for FFN 💔

Full version (along with all art I've made for this fic) can be found on my A03 (same username). There's a lot of "problematic" content in this fic, and it's not for the faint of heart. It is IchiKara focused with top/dom!Ichi and bottom/sub!Kara. Don't like don't read.

And oh, hey, there is a bit of one-sided Atsushi/Ichi in this as well! Also some Yanagita pinning for Ichi and Kara~

This takes place during the canon timeline, post series end!

Warnings: dubcon, degradation, manipulation, weapon play, gore, non-con drug use, abuse

"You can imagine how much trouble this has caused for me." The pen tapped against the table. The papers remained unsigned. And just the same, Ichimatsu's eyes remained on his brother. "Or maybe you can't with your shitty brain. Actually . . ." he stood up from the table. His steps were silent as he drew to the opposite end where Karamatsu sat with his head turned down.

The pen dropped against the table, in front of Karamatsu. "More like how annoying this has been for me," Ichimatsu slid the folder closer to the twin he loathed the most.

"I . . . know. I'm sorry . . ." Karamatsu pulled his arms tightly against his body, unable to look at his younger brother since the start of everything.

The start of everything.

They had detained him four in the morning where he was brought to the station for processing. Karamatsu had barely a month in his new apartment. He had barely a month of believing life might just actually be ready to offer him more now that he was able to finally move out like Ichimatsu had done four years ago.

But . . .

That all ended so soon as he was being finger printed and accused of murder. No, framed for murder. Only . . . it seemed everyone else was convinced of 'convicted'.

It was the 13th victim of 'The Recycler Slayer'. So 'appropriately dubbed' as such, as the killer 'recycled' something from the previous victim to use on the next one. It was always a 'random weapon', and so prints and matter were found on the latest victim that matched the person who was murdered before them.

At least . . . that's how it had been, up until now.

The 13th victim had hair, prints, and clothing particle that all belonged to Karamatsu Matsuno. It didn't take long for there to be chatter about how he 'wanted to be caught' in how 'careless' this crime had been compared to the others.

And, no matter how much he protested about being innocent, no one was willing to listen. Now Karamatsu was due for a trial, and only having a job at Sunkus for less than a month, along with having to still meet rent for said month, he did not have the funds for any decent lawyer that wouldn't be appointed to him.

He had heard the officers outright laughing about how they should get the worst public defender for him, to make sure that his 'scummy ass' would end up with the death penalty.

Then, there were the other officers that tried hard to keep their gossip down, but he still heard them. They joined in on the conversation about who would be Mr. Matsuno's defender, because 'wasn't his brother, his twin, that top lawyer?' How would 'that lawyer' having a convicted serial killer as a brother affect his career now? Mister Ichimatsu Matsuno had never lost a case yet, so would this ruin his reputation and make him no longer desirable?

As it was, Ichimatsu Matsuno was the type of lawyer that got bought. The highest bidder, literally, would be granted his service. It didn't matter how much evidence against someone there was, Ichimatsu was able to convince the jury and the judge of innocence by presenting evidence and psychological reasoning that no normal person would ever be able to think of.

That's where it had started for the fourth sextuplet.

It started from a psyche evaluation.

It had just been one of the several times where the parents of the sextuplets had forced them to try and get jobs again. Someone had the idea to get psyche evaluations to try and figure out what sort of career would fit their 'brain's processing', when Ichimatsu's results got the whole building shut down out of 'safety precautions'.

A day later, some rich political kid that got busted for drugs and questionable illegal sexual acts approached Ichimatsu with the proposal of being his defender in the case. He promised that if he could get him an innocent verdict, then in return, he would grant Ichimatsu all the proper pieces of paper to have a full-on career as a lawyer without the school and debt that normally came with it.

From there, it never stopped.

And from here, it was all about to stop for Karamatsu if he couldn't convince Ichimatsu to take on his case.

"I-Ichimatsu . . . brother . . ." Karamatsu started to flip through the pages within the folder. "You know I don't have this down payment. I can't agree to any of these payment plans either because-"

"Because you're a piece of shit, loser-" Ichimatsu was quick to add, and even quicker to grab hold of Kara's chin to force him to look up at him-to force him to see the grin that curved his lips.

Karamatsu's breath felt caught in his throat. It felt like he wanted to say something, but all syllables were trapped. Instead, he lightly pushed his brother's hand away from him and shook his head to attempt to get something out. "So what is this then-" he grunted, sounding a bit more irate than he had meant to. "I mean, why even agree to meet with me in making me think you'll consider this, just to give me these numbers you know I can't do."

"Maybe I just wanted to see the progression of your expressions at every step up until the time you die," Ichimatsu re-picked up the pen and started to tap it again. This time atop of Karamatsu's head. "You know I've wanted nothing more in this world than your death. Now, it looks like it's about to happen. The gossip has been annoying, but I still find myself actually smiling more the past twenty-four hours."

"Ah, brother!" Karamatsu whined and pressed his face against the table, over the pile of papers as he mumbled over them, "How can they do this to me!? How can you do this to me!?" he half sat up, grabbing hold of the other's arm in clinging around it. "Please! You have to help me! I'm begging you! I'm-"

"Begging me?"

"Uh-" Karamatsu felt his whole body stiffen at the repeat of that word-at the sight of Ichimatsu's smirk spreading from ear to ear.

"Then do it. Beg me."

"What?"

"Was I not clear?"

Slowly with light trembling fingertips, Kara let go of his arm and turned his sight right at the camera pointing at them in the room. "You . . . can't be serious."

"How long have you known me?"

". . . Okay. Right!" Karamatsu made himself smile as well, though it was far from anything similar to the one his twin wore. "Whatever you want! Please! Oh please, brother!" He sat up straight, putting a hand on his own chest, "Please be my lawyer! Bestow upon me your godly skills of bringing forth the innocence of people! The innocence of thoughts! Of-"

"Not like that!" A smack to the back of Karamatsu's head was what Ichimatsu 'bestowed'. "Giving me a fucking headache-"

A briefcase was slammed on the table by Ichimatsu then, and promptly he opened it to scoop up the paperwork to put it in there.

This was at once halted, however, as Karamatsu went to cling back around his arm again. "Wh-what are you doing!? You're not leaving!? You can't! I need you! Pleeeeaaaase!"

"Stop touching me!" Ichimatsu pushed his brother back. "I'm leaving, but you're coming with me-"

"Huh? I am?"

"Having to repeat myself is going to just piss me off more."

"Wait, wait, wait! How? I'm confined here! I can't leave this facility and-"

"Idiot-Are you forgetting who I am? Or who they think I am-" Once more Ichi went to put all the documents within his briefcase, this time succeeding as Karamatsu's look was stuck in confusion at him. "Let's go-" Ichimatsu proceeded to head towards the door, no longer looking to the other as he spoke, "Strings. They were pulled. You get to stay with me up until your guilty verdict instead of in a cell here. But you will be on house arrest-" he slid his hand within his jacket pocket and pulled out an ankle bracelet, tossing it behind his shoulder right at his brother's head.

"Ah-!" Karamatsu winced as the device hit him, but he moved himself to pick it up. "Wait so . . . so you do care! I knew you did! I-"

"SHUT UP!" Ichi turned his head back towards the other while roughly yanking the door open. "I told you already! This is nothing more than an extended show for me-where the climax will be your death."

"Oh . . . r-right . . ." Karamatsu clicked the bracelet around his ankle and then hurried to his brother's side.

"That is . . .," that smile was back over Ichi as he side-glanced to Kara, "Unless you really can convince me to accept your case. Then the outcome might be different."

"But-"

"Because once we get to my loft . . . that's where I want you to start begging me."