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Sanzu pulled up to the supermarket in his fancy black car, at ten pm, aggravated out of his mind after the Haitanis had the audacity to throw all his drugs away as a fucking prank. And—if things couldn’t get any worse—Kakucho, Bonten’s number 3, encouraged their behavior.
“You need to cut off on the drugs—at least a little bit, Sanzu. Just because the boss—don’t give me that look—just because the boss isn’t here doesn’t mean you can just start overdosing on ecstasy and Xanax and whatever the fuck your on. Seriously, get a grip, yeah?”
Sanzu refuses to believe that Kakucho was right, even as he walks into the supermarket with one goal in his mind: drugs.
(He would go to a pharmacy, but all the pharmacies owned by Bonten have been given strict orders NOT to give Sanzu any drugs—courtesy of Takeomi of all people, that smoking bastard…)
Sanzu heaves out a sigh as the store’s obnoxious pop music fills his ears.
It’s been months, MONTHS without his king around to rule over their kingdom. Drugs could only do so much to rid his mind of the anxieties that came with being away from his lord for such a long period of time. But what else could he do? Develop better coping mechanisms that are healthier than downing every colored pill in sight? Not a chance!
It was six months ago when they lost Mikey—he wasn’t dead! Sanzu refused to believe that because, seriously? The thought of someone successfully dragging a blade across his king’s neck is enough to make him laugh out loud. No one gets the best of his king, he was called the invincible mikey back in the day for a reason!
Six months ago the top executives of Bonten, along with Mikey, had a meeting with an uprising gang concerning territories and shipment. Of course, they expected it to be a trap and—when they walked straight into the building with no one else in it—a trap it was. Just as they had predicted, the building began tumbling down and Sanzu was quick to push his king away from the oncoming debris that almost effectively knocked everyone out.
Once they managed to escape the wreckage, their hands and weapons were stained with blood from all the bodies they killed in retaliation for getting caught in some petty ass trap.
But then they realized their boss was missing.
All hell broke loose.
They had no idea, no clue as to where their king would have run off too. They practically searched every nook and cranny in Japan and still…no sign of Manjiro Sano.
It was like he had up and disappeared, being whisked away by the rough breeze that sends chills to even the warmest of man.
They hadn’t given up their search, even going as far as to sending their men out of the country in hopes of finding Mikey vacationing on some random hunk of land. The possibility of catching Mikey out somewhere laying in a hammock sipping on some tropical drink was a little humorous—
But that’s besides the point!
Just as Sanzu entered the aisle that stored his colorful and ecstatic pills, a hint of silver hair entered the corner of his vision.
He’s…He’s seen that hair color before…could it be—?
Sanzu quickly walked past the drug aisle and entered the area that stored frozen treats, suddenly gasping at the sight before him.
It was him.
The man he’s been searching for for six months.
“…My king?”
There he was, the man who had been off the grid for nearly six fucking months, standing in a super market looking through the freezer like he was just some normal civilian. When that head turned to look at Sanzu, something inside the pink haired man erupted in happiness.
Mikey—his king—dare Sanzu say, looks healthy , far more nourished than he ever did in his time in Bonten. His eyes were still a lovely black abyss of nothingness, but they appear lighter, more emotional maybe. He wasn’t as frail either, no longer appearing as if he’ll topple over by the slightest change in the wind. The dark bags that reside under his eyes have lessened in intensity, now just light purple bruises on the skin under his obsidian colored irises.
He’s changed.
“Sanzu?” The pink haired man almost burst into tears. He’s never heard his king’s voice sound so clear, so confident. Oh how much he’s missed hearing his name fall from his majesty’s lips!
Mikey was staring at him with a face of indifference, his eyes widening just a tad at the appearance of his most loyal associate.
It—it was really him!
Fuck the pills he originally came to grab! He’d gladly ditch any drugs if it meant bringing his king back to the fumbling fools of Bonten!
“My king—we’ve looked everywhere for you-“ Sanzu’s speech was promptly cut short by the closing of the freezer door. The pink haired man just noticed how much that blurry glass door hid his king’s body and now…
All the words that were ready to fall from Sanzu’s lips immediately died on his tongue as he stared at his King’s attire and… companion .
A medium sized Shiba Inu is sitting, without a care in the world, next to his majesty. A light pink harness with flower designs was wrapped around the dog’s body, kinda like the ones he’d see service dogs wear. Upon seeing Sanzu, the dog tilts its head, all adorable and Cute like.
Sanzu forces himself not to sneer at the dog.
And…his king's attire…his clothing…what in the world?
Sanzu was truly at a loss for words, but he has to speak, he has to get some answers!
“…My king, may I ask you something?”
Mikey nods his head. “Sure.”
Sanzu gulps as he eyes the clothing hanging off of Mikey.
“Is…Is that a teddy bear apron? ”
“Hm? Oh, this?” Mikey has the audacity to smile (when was the last time Sanzu had seen Mikey smile?!) down at the piece of fabric hanging off his neck and tied around his waist. It was an apron—an apron with brown teddy bears designed onto the article of clothing.
Sanzu’s king, the man who’s created the most dangerous and feared crime syndicate in JAPAN…
…was wearing an apron.
What?
“Yes. This was gifted to me by my husband.”
Sanzu’s calm demeanor finally shatters.
“YOUR WHAT?!”
The pair, along with Mikey’s pet, left the supermarket with a few grocery bags in hand. Sanzu tries leading his king in the direction of his fancy parked car, only to end up being the one following his king and mutt down the sidewalk.
“You can stay over for dinner. I’ll explain everything then,” Mikey muttered into the night sky, loud enough for Sanzu to hear.
“Um, my king, may I ask another question?”
Mikey sighs. “Go ahead.”
“Is that…like an attack dog or something?”
Mikey finally looks back to give Sanzu an incredulous face.
“No. This is my emotional support dog, Emmie.” As if on cue, the Shiba inu barks and allows its tongue to hang out of its mouth.
E-emotional support dog?!
Why on earth would his king, void of imperfections, need an emotional support dog?
AND WHAT WAS THAT SHIT ABOUT MIKEY HAVING A HUSBAND?!
No, deep breaths Sanzu! This could all just be one misunderstanding.
Even so, if Mikey had decided to get married in his time away from ruling Bonten, then he’ll support and help provide for their new Queen! Afterall, what is a kingdom with a king without a queen to rule alongside him?
They truly must be something extraordinary if they managed to catch his lord’s attention.
Ok, so here’s the plan. He’ll eat dinner with his king and get introduced to his queen, then he can inform the executives to pick them all up so they can all go back to how they were six months before his boss went missing! Perfect!
Sanzu manages to smile down at the mutt or Emmie with a wicked expression.
Eh. Guess they’ll bring the dog too.
They continue to walk in silence for the remainder of the night, up until they reach his king’s majestic home.
“Please take your shoes off before entering.”
…huh?
Sanzu had been shocked out of his mind when his king had led him to some… commoner apartment complex. Hell, this was almost the exact type of building Sanzu grew up in along with his younger sis and older brother.
At first, Sanzu thought Mikey was just pulling his leg, but then he watched his king whip out his key chain from the pocket of his apron (Sanzu is still hung up on that) that held a variety of keys with bright eccentric designs.
Now here Sanzu was, standing outside the apartment with nothing short of a stunned look plastered on his face.
“…Sanzu?”
Oh—right— shoes.
Sanzu quickly slips his shoes off in the doorway and steps further into the apartment, making sure to close the front door.
They don’t even have any fancy locks installed on the door…that’ll have to change…
As Sanzu walks deeper into the apartment, the more he realizes just how small his boss’s home truly is. How in the world did his king manage to stay in a small, cramped apartment with only four rooms?! This is why Manjiro Sano is the king of Bonten—being the only one who can overcome the hardest obstacles such as going undercover as a simple commoner!
His king’s devotion is enough to bring tears to his eyes. To be able to put up with this tedious lifestyle for six months…how strong, how patient!
Well thank whatever god is out there that Sanzu managed to find Mikey! Now he can bring his king and newly found queen back to their palace, a place where they truly belong.
Their home .
“Wait in the living room. I’ll start on dinner.” Sanzu immediately goes rigid outside the living room entrance as he watches his king walk into the small room right across from where Sanzu is standing.
What kind of servant would Sanzu be if he allows his majesty to do chores for him?!
Sanzu is quick to turn on his heel and enter the kitchen, observing the way Mikey elegantly takes ingredients and pans out of the cupboards and cabinets.
“Please, my king, let me cook—“
“You dare defy me?” Sanzu’s body freezes after hearing that familiar tone of voice fall from his Majesty’s lips.
Oh, he’s missed that authoritative tone of his!
“Go grab the low table from the closet in the living room. If you're so insistent on helping, then assist me in setting up the table.” Mikey’s tone left little room for argument. So, as he watched his king start the oven, Sanzu reluctantly stepped out of the kitchen, a new goal in mind: Set the table.
For the record, Sanzu was not pouting when he left the kitchen and entered the living room.
His eyes lit up when he spotted the closet door in the corner of the small room and, once he opened the door, he’s not at all surprised to find a retractable table stuffed into the small space. He takes out the low table and places it in the middle of the living room. Going back into the closet, Sanzu grabs a few cushions and places them around the table.
Sanzu then sat on one of the cushions, pulling his leg up to his chest and leaning his head on top of his knee.
There’s nothing to do…well, he could try to step back into the kitchen to watch his king cook—
Just as the realization of being able to eat his boss’s cooking sets on Sanzu, the smell of freshly fried chicken wafts into the small living room.
It…it smells amazing!
Sanzu can’t help but drool; the urge to jump up and watch his king cook is even more tempting than it was before. However, he might get a finger chopped off if he disobeys Mikey again.
Clink—tick!
Was that the door?
Sanzu rushes out of the living room upon hearing someone fiddling with the lock outside the apartment. A blur of fur rushed past Sanzu in a frenzy, annoyingly barking at the door.
If only Sanzu could cook that damn dog…
The door suddenly opened and—
Sanzu’s breath was taken away. Stolen. It disappeared. In fact, why was he even breathing the same air as this beautiful man in the doorway?! Jeez, talk about selfish!
The man was shorter than Sanzu but a little taller than Mikey. His black curls nicely frame his face like a halo, barely reaching the back of his neck. Big blue ocean colored irises that stare at Sanzu with confusion and caution. Face flushed and cheeks red from the cold winter weather.
He’s perfect for his king.
Sensing someone brush past his arm, Sanzu snaps out of his trance and watches Mikey walk straight up to the beautiful man with a spatula in hand.
“Welcome home, Takemitchy.”
The man, Takemitchy, smiles—not just a soft or shy smile, but it was bright and full of teeth.
“It’s good to be home!”
And with that, Takemitchy leans forward to peck his king on the cheek.
Yep. It’s official. He needs to take these two back to Bonten as soon as possible.