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[taiyakijirou]

The World.

Chapter II : The World, a continuation of Return. 

Dark. 

It was oh, so painfully dark. Pitch black, even. He couldn’t feel anything. It was as if he were floating in the abyss of blackness, of nothingness. He remembered everything, remembered the dull ache of the metal beads on his chest, remembers the sound of police sirens, remembers everything. He thought he had died.

So why was he here? Why was he still alive? Why?

“.....Izana.”

A glint of confusion and curiousness flashed through that brilliant purple eyes. Why was he now, all of a sudden when he was already in peace, hear things that he’s not supposed to hear? Why?

“Izana. Do you remember this memory?” “Izana, you used to always wear that oversized boots of yours.”

“Izana.” “Izana” “Izana” Goddamnit Kakucho, he was already dead and still that stubborn slave of his can never let him rest in peace, can he? The silvery-white haired half-Filipino man scoffed. He had been hearing Kakucho and the other member of Tenjiku visit him and talk to him. Telling him this and that. Geez, can’t they let him sleep?

One day, when he was just looking through the abyss again, he heard Kakucho’s voice.  "I still remember those snowy days, Izana. Do you? You, in your big sweater. Short hair, running around with that big smile of yours, screaming around that you will take over the world. "We will build an empire together, Kakucho!" Izana cringed, hearing how Kakucho reminiscence the old days when they both were still in the orphanage. “Izana..” Something flashed in his surroundings. Izana looked towards the place where it just flashed a few seconds ago. “Tenjiku misses you.” Another flash. What was going on...?

“I can’t do this without you, my King.” 

‘Kurokawa Izana.’

Said silvery-white haired male shivered. He felt dizzy, as if the darkness and abyss he was enveloped with were churning and moving him around. Izana closed his eyes by instinct, not that it wasn’t dark already since it was pitch black. He then felt beneath his eyelids, that something bright was shining towards him. Hands clenched tighter and tighter, Izana held the urge to puke before he feels things calming down once more.

Sounds.

He hears sounds, noises and murmurs. 

He hears it so clearly.

Gasping, Izana opened his eyes and saw. He saw the world again. He saw trees, the browning white walls of the building next door, he saw the green of grass, and he saw people. Specifically, he saw the person who had been annoying him while he was in the dark abyss. Kakucho Hitto.

“Izana, another month, another batch of new and fresh Myosotis Forget-Me-Nots flowers for you. How are you? I hope you’re calm and at peace, there.” Kakucho chuckled. “You know, the boys all respected and missed you very much.” The scarred man continued. Izana chuckled and smiled bitterly. Even when he only thought them as his knife, a toy to play with, a slave, they still think and admire him. What kind of King was he? 

‘The boys missed me, Kakucho? Then what about you?’ He mused out, but knew it was never going to get a reply. He was dead, after all. It was also a miracle he could come and see the world again. Izana saw Kakucho’s show moved away, before stepping and walking away from the grave yard after he had watered the soil with flower-water. 

Days had passed, turning into weeks, month and even year. In the span of a few month, the Tenjiku executives had all visited him. Haitani Ran and Rindou, Mochizuki, and even Shion Madarame. They all had surprisingly visited him and chattered together. Talking about their days, and how the Haitanis had once again conquered Roppongi. It was nice, nice to be remembered. Nice to be loved. Nice, to be missed. To be included as one family. To be part of something. 

Izana liked it. Adored it, craved and missed said warmth very much.

He thought it’d be fine if thing’s could just be like this. However he too knew that he would someday be forgotten. And less and less people would show up to visit him. Not that it was a lot, it was after all, only the Tenjiku higher-ups. But still, Izana felt greatful.

He knew it would be soon, soon that people would and will forget him. He just didn’t think it’d be this quick. 

“Izana.” Said familiar voice came, sounding gruff and apathetic. 

It had been awhile since Kakucho had last visited him. The last time he visited him, Kakucho was all smiles and nostalgia filling him again, as usual. However today, the skies cried and shed its tears to the world. Making the atmosphere gloomy, too.

‘Kakucho..? You seem a bit weird today.’ The Filipino male said half-confused and half-worried for the boy he knew and missed because he was worried he would get sick.

“Izana, I won’t be meeting you again for a while now.”

Izana froze.

“Don’t worry. Our promise will still be kept, though. I’ll make sure of it. The kingdom shall thrive, Izana.”

And that was when Izana knew he messed up. Eyes darting and following the flow of the rain, Izana saw red starting to pool and drip down the boots of Kakucho’s black shoes. He could feel himself tensing up. 

‘Kakucho.. what did you..do?’

Said boy thought by the silvery-white haired male did not have any expression in his face. No emotions whatsoever. It made Izana tremble.

Purple eyes darted towards the living male’s hand, he saw Kakucho holding a gun. Hands and attire covered with a thick smell of blood. Izana wanted to puke. Kakucho couldn’t have killed someone. Kakucho wouldn’t do that. The Hitto he knew wouldn’t hurt anyone if not needed. Wouldn’t take the gun. So why was he...

“I’ll be making your dreams come true, Izana.”

‘No.. no.. don’t.’

“I’ll kill even if I have to.”

‘Kakucho.. what happened..?’

“This will be the last batch of flowers for who knows how long, Izana. Your favorite, Forget-Me-Nots. I’m sorry I can’t visit you frequently.”

“Hitto, the boss is calling!”

Kakucho turned his head towards the voice that were calling him, and he glanced back towards Izana, towards his grave. Kneeling down and placing the flowers beside the soil, Kakucho then caressed the gravestone and planted a soft kiss to it. He then stood up and walked away wordlessly, blood still being washed away in the thick heavy rain.

Izana stood there speechlessly.

‘Who made you like this, Kakucho?’

Feeling as if there was no ground beneath his feet, Izana falls and wailed.

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TBC.

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[taiyakijirou]

Return.

Chapter I : The Incident. Void, empty, and lost. That was what a boy with silver-white hair and red hanafuda earrings felt. He could feel the warmth of his own body slowly slipping away, as he heard muffled noises. 'Izana' It called. Was it his own name? It must've been. Who was calling for him, then? Who...?

Dull pain, and constantly, the warmth dissipated. He turned his head towards the voices that were getting closer to him, and "Oh." 'It's you, Kakucho.' He thought. What happened? Why was his servant looking so lost and so distraught? He remembered fighting Mikey, he remembered a boy named Takemichi Hanagaki disrupting and remembered both executives of Tenjiku, Haitani Ran and Haitani Rindou were knocked down. He remembered it.. so what had gone wrong?

"KISAKI TETTA!"

Oh, he remembers now. A gun, and Kakucho. The feeling of adrenaline and his own body moving on its own, shielding the lowly servant from the bullets of death. He remembered falling down with a soft thud to the ground, coughing out thick splutters of warm liquid; and blanking out, slowly yet surely losing senses. Slowly moving and skimming his eyes down his own torso, he shivered inwardly. He could see three holes on his chest, and red thick liquid with the smell of metal seeping through everywhere.

Red.

It was his favorite color. Red were his earrings, red were his uniform, red were his blood. And said liquid were trickling and flowing down freely as if it were a river down his torso.

Izana then turned his head softly towards the voices again, this time facing Kakucho Hitto, his most loyal and competent servant. His most trusted second in command were crying and looking at him as if he was the most precious thing he had just lost. And in some ways, it was actually correct. It was just that the white haired male were too stuck on his vengeance, hatred and emotions to know of it.

In and out of consciousness, he heard a semi-clear voice asking him a question he had waited for what seemed to be the longest minutes of his life; "Why did you do it, Izana? I-I'm only a mere servant!"

Mustering up power and strength in his own self, he muttered, "....Silly Servant." With a puzzled expression, Kakucho kneeled down next to Izana. "...Huh? What do you mean? It's supposed to be your kingdom. We promised to build our own empire, Izana. I'm not a good servant, letting his king go down the throne for a mere lowly servant."

In the midst of Hitto's neverending self-blame and guilt, Izana whispered out, "...Our kingdom."

"What? B-but.."

"You're all that I have, Kakucho." Izana smiled; Oh so ever sweetly he did, making Kakucho's heart tighten in dull pain. The silver-white haired male turned his head and looked up at the sky, he then said, "It's.. snowing, Kakucho. So... nos..tal...gic.." Slowly, yet so painfully felt by the scarred man, he saw the white haired male's chest evened out; Until there were no more puffs of air taken, and no more warmth was felt. Its eyes had lost its brilliant purple, only showing muted dull color of what was left of it. "...Izana?"

It was deathly silent. The tension rising up more and more, making one could puke due to the nerves. "Izana?" One voiced out, and the other peered in confusion and interest.

"KISAKI. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?" Hanagaki Takemichi wailed, whilst he went ahead and faced Tetta Kisaki. "Fuck. Why does every bit of my master plan failed? First it was you, Hanagaki. Now Kakucho Hitto had ruined my plan. Mother fuckers.." The male who wore glasses cursed, he then lifted his hands that were holding a gun and pointed it towards Takemichi. "So long.. My Hero."

"TAKEMICHI!" "TAKEMITCHY!" "HANAGAKI-KUN"

Hanagaki Takemichi looked down on his own body, and there was a hole right on his left shoulder. Tears flowed freely from his brilliant oceanic blue eyes, glistening it and making it shine bright. Kisaki gasped. He had shot Hanagaki Takemichi and the other was still standing. How?

Feeling fear creeping up his nerves and body, he threw away the gun that had been dirtied by both Izana and Takemichi's blood, and ran. Kisaki Tetta ran away until his breathing constricted, and chest pumping as if it would explode. And explode, he did. When Hanagaki Takemichi ran up to chase him, Kisaki Tetta was hit by a truck.

The whole thing was in utter chaos. Tenjiku, Touman, and nearby other gang members were silent in the area. Kakucho had crawled ever so slowly to Izana Kurokawa's now corpse, and held his hand. He cried bitterly, mourning for the loss of his king, and his bestfriend whom he shared his highs and lows with.

Sirens of the familiar police cars were heard from afar, "The police are coming, quick!" someone voiced out through the crowds, making each and every one of them disperse, trying to get away from the hands of the "justice of the world."

"Izana, Kakucho, I really admire the both of you. You were some of the best leaders we ever had. Rest well, you two." Softly closing the both of their eyes, Haitani Ran sighed. That day, that faithful day, two men died in the incident, one was injured and had to be hospitalized while the others only had a few broken bones here and there.

It had been days, weeks, months, and even years passed since that bloody day. Izana Kurokawa was now only a name and memory in the hearts of the people that knew of him. "Izana. I'm finally here. Here is your favorite flowers. Myosotis Forget-Me-Nots, right? Since little, you've always liked those flowers. Maybe because you always say to me, "Kakucho, I don't want to be forgotten in this world." And Izana, you never will be forgotten." After putting down the flowers, Kakucho walked away with his shoulders hunched down.

The next visits were filled with Kakucho, again. "I still remember those snowy days, Izana. Do you? You, in your big sweater. Short hair, running around with that big smile of yours, screaming around that you will take over the world. "We will build an empire together, Kakucho!" was what you said." The male sighed, he then caressed the gravestone softly and said, "Today is snowing too, Izana. When will you throw snowballs at me?" Izana's grave was silent after that. Only a few teardrop marks were left and seen, traces of the previous visitor who wailed in grief, mourning for the death of his king.

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TBC.

Authors note, the author's brain is burning. - Manjirou Sano.

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