Chapter 1: I
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Kokonoi Hajime is not just a money hungry narcissist the same way Inui Seishu is not just someone who feels no emotions. Yet, one found himself obsessively counting sheets of green while the other found himself in a dull routine and quite a big misunderstanding.
Maybe in another timeline, their paths would be forever intertwined. But in this one, they had separated long ago. And the separation itself, however, was much of a stir. It's fair to say that it consists of nothing less than five stages.
Five stages that dragged on for
12
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The first stage of grief: Denial.
This marked the start of many later troubles to unfold. When the conflict between the Black Dragons and Toman had died down, it symbolised the end of their commander's reign. The original plan was for Kokonoi and Seishu to join Toman as a consequence of their defeat, but everything only started to spiral downwards.
In fact, perhaps it would have been avoidable if Kokonoi and Seishu didn't find themselves in a life or death situation, tied to a chair, surrounded by god knows how many unfamiliar gang members. And being caught in this unlucky circumstance, there were only two options; to beg or to die.
But that wouldn't do.
Kokonoi wasn't going to let his or Inupi's pride be ruined.
So the black haired boy forged another one. An option he deemed to be the best one.
The Seishu Inui option.
Tenjiku wanted him for the money and that is what he gave. After all, he wasn't able to save another loved one due to his lack of money. But now that it was no longer a problem, he would give any amount to save his best friend. So, inevitably, a deal was made and Seishu was freed, for the mere sacrifice of himself.
Kokonoi knew what he was doing was selfish; leaving Seishu to survive alone or even end up on opposite battlefields. But again, it was between life or death. It didn't matter if Kokonoi had to wake up every day regretting it. It didn't matter if he felt like absolute shit. It didn't matter if he needed to constantly lie to himself.
He made the right choice.
Yet as time went on and his mind woke from the past and came back to the present, he was not too sure anymore.
Right now, he knew he needed to focus on the present. He needed to make the best of what he still has and not let all his efforts go to waste. Additionally, working as a Bonten executive should mean he would have no spare time whatsoever. But imagine the surprise and reluctance on his face when his boss announced that they actually got breaks. That's right, Kokonoi didn't want any breaks. In fact, he hated them. It's not because he's a workaholic or some kind of model worker - oh no - he hated it because he didn't want to accept the truth.
He missed Seishu.
He has been missing him for quite some time now.
But it's not like he wants to admit that. And every time the boss dismissed him for his work, he would only think of the blonde. He hated it. He hated how his mind wandered, how it just wouldn't listen to him. He wanted those thoughts gone. After all, it's been years since he heard any news from his childhood best friend. So it's only natural for him to feel utterly stupid for longing the presence of someone that probably won't even remember him.
Nonetheless, he can keep denying it. But his mind only speaks the truth.
So, on his first day off, Kokonoi found himself standing in front of an old motorcycle shop. An audible sigh escaped him as he examined the torn building. He contemplated simply walking away, pretending like he didn't care. But before he knew it, he already had one hand on the handle of the glass door. And once again, letting his thoughts win, he gave in to the fact that perhaps a little look wouldn't hurt. But to his misfortune, merely a quick scan of the area awakened several memories with him and Seishu. Memories he would have preferred to have buried in the very back of his brain.
Back in 2005, this motorcycle shop used to be their primary hang out spot. A spot to dream about the revival of their idol gang. A spot where they were safe from the troubles of the outside world. A spot they can call their home.
Unknowingly, curiosity for the past got the better of him.
Upon stepping inside, the first to greet Kokonoi was a gust of dust then, the overwhelming nostalgia, more so than when he first laid eyes on the shop. And as he looked around, inspecting every corner of his childhood, he stumbled upon a couch. Though it was covered with dust, he was surprised nobody had taken it away yet since the store itself was pretty much abandoned. He looked at the sofa and to him, somehow, it looked rather inviting - almost alluring. This bothered the silver haired boy as the couch in front of him was worn out, old - most likely mistreated - furniture, contrary to what he was usually used to. With all this said, Kokonoi still decided to plop himself onto the sofa, caught off guard by how nice it actually is. Somehow, the couch made it easier for Kokonoi to let his mind wander, maybe because It reminded him of the old days with Seishu. The good times before they fought.
And before he knew it, he already closed his eyes.
Once again, his mind wandered into the past.
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The second stage of grief: Anger.
That day was definitely one to remember. Abrupt shouting lingered in the air and battle cries filled the area. Somehow, Kokonoi and Seishu were able to meet again amidst the fighting.
The black haired boy hid the small sense of relief seeing his best friend doing well. He wanted oh so desperately to speak to him again only to brush away the idea. He took into consideration that he was somewhat frightened to speak to Seishu again. After all, they were on the battlefield; on separate sides and on bad terms.
Though unexpectedly, Seishu was the one who broke the silence and, well, a bit of Kokonoi's heart too.
"Careful, Koko. You're not looking at the person you're thinking about."
Almost out of reflex, Kokonoi broke eye contact.
"What are you talking about, Inupi?"
He knew exactly what Seishu was talking about.
"My sister is dead. It's time you got over that."
Kokonoi felt tense. Was he shocked? Frightened? Or perhaps.. betrayed?
The answer was all of it. But wherever the mixed feelings lied, it had been overpowered by another. Perhaps the mixture of the three produced it. And Kokonoi had to admit; It had been a long time since he felt any emotion of anger towards Seishu, let alone this level of anger. He thought he did the best he could so that Seishu could be free. So why did he say that? Why did he have to say such words that only made him question his decision more?
Grabbing Seishu's collar, his fist only tightened.
"Is that what you think this is?"
The blonde remained silent.
"Tell me this Inupi," Kokonoi paused, "What do you see when you look at me?"
Again, silence. This time, Seishu didn't even look at him.
"Throughout my life, everyone only kept me around for the same reason; money. But you- you are just like all the others aren't you?"
A punch landed on the black haired boy, causing him to stumble backwards. Pain rushed to his right cheek as he composed himself. He couldn't piece together any thoughts. Maybe he wanted to cry, maybe he wanted to yell at him. He rubbed his hand against his cheek. It hurt. It really hurt. But the pain came from the inside rather than the surface of his skin. Somewhere in his heart was aching; he was terrified, mad, confused. He hated that look in Seishu's eyes. The look he would give to someone he hated or didn't care about. But Seishu still cared... right? After all, he did it to protect him. The only person he cares about. The only person who has been by his side all this time.
The person who sees him for him.
And so Kokonoi called out one last time:
"Please... don't look at me like that."
But Seishu never looked at him again.
Chapter 2: II
Notes:
Idk if Sanzu seems ooc in this chapter.. But I think he’s the type to be able to give advice when he’s not high 🙏
I re-wrote this chapter so many times because I couldn’t make everything flow together.. Flashbacks are hard to write.. is it just me?
Hope you enjoy :)
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A slash and an unhinged laughter snapped the black haired boy back into reality. Another body fell limp as it hit the cold pavement floor with a thump. Kokonoi looked at the pool of blood and then to his pink haired colleague. A familiar maniac-like smile plastered his face as he gave a few more kicks to the people he carelessly murdered.
Kokonoi was already long used to this bloody mess ever since he started working for Bonten. But he can’t seem to shake away this disturbing, unsettling feeling. For some reason, this mission drained him of his energy even though it was shorter than most. He couldn't stop thinking. Thinking about Seishu to be more specific. So, the silver haired boy thought perhaps he should close his eyes for a few minutes, maybe that would help regather his thoughts.
But yet again, he succumbed to his thoughts.
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The third stage of grief: Bargaining.
"The bargaining stage is a stage in which you may try to negotiate with yourself or with a higher power to try to undo the loss."
The five stages' most overlooked one is always the bargaining stage. Yet somehow, the black haired boy seemed to have experienced too much of that.
Since the battle between Kanto Manji and Tokyo Manji Gang, Kokonoi and Seishu have not spoken since.
During some point of the day, he always wandered off to get snacks from the corner store only to realize he wasn't going to share it with anyone.
That's right. It's been 2 years since the two let alone saw each other.
Often, Kokonoi would silently think to himself. What if he had done something different? What if he made a better choice? Because if so, maybe the two would still be together. Maybe they could continue to do the dumb things they used to do.
But, he made a promise to himself. He promised that he was going to be fine, that he didn’t need Seishu to live his life. Kokonoi should’ve known it was impossible. Because no matter what, he felt so lonely without him, almost like missing the last piece of a puzzle.
Times like this, Kokonoi would always find himself in front of a bathroom mirror for god knows how long. It was all so sudden, but he doesn’t even recognize himself anymore. Sometimes it felt like his own reflection was judging him, mocking his stupidity, or blaming the real him for messing up. The reflection seemed to be arguing with him, or rather, he was arguing with it. Trying to prove himself, to justify his choices only to realise no one’s going to hear it but himself. The boy knew they were nothing more than hallucinations, probably from the lack of sleep. But it overwhelmed him, and all he could do was drown himself in cold water; as if it could wash any of his guilt away.
The silence rang in his ears - it almost felt terrifying yet comforting. Being alone with his thoughts is dangerous but everything - anything - at this point brought back unwanted memories.
And only after many, many times of repeating the same drill - judging, drowning himself in ice cold water, and only feeling like shit after - he noticed something. The last time he looked, he felt chills. Those eyes of his felt so cold. They were the same eyes that looked at Seishu all this time. Maybe those eyes were what hurt him.
They just seemed so unnecessarily sharp.
And that was when he realized.
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The fourth stage of grief: Depression
Oh, how Kokonoi hated crying.
How he hated blaming himself.
Spending days and nights with no rest was exhausting. At this point, even thoughts of death came to mind. But of course, he never followed through on any of that. Otherwise, he wouldn't meet Seishu in heaven.
And again.
It's always about Seishu.
It has been 8 years since Kokonoi last spoke to his best friend. Many times, he reached for his phone and many times, the tip of his fingertips seemingly grazed the call button. However, in the end, he only stared at the number, frozen in place.
One day, he mustered up the courage to do it. He entered the blonde's phone number one by one, each click accentuating his heart beat. And when he finally called it:
“The number that you dialled does not exist.”
It never even got through.
After that, Kokonoi only laughed in self-pity. After all, it's been 8 years. Of course he changed his number. And because he did, his last sliver of hope was gone too.
In this stage, questioning everything and everyone was inevitable. The previous "narcissistic, money hungry delinquent" didn't look like much of a delinquent at all. He even started doubting his love for money. Ultimately, almost his entire life was spent on money to the point it seemed unlimited.
But looking at those greens now felt disgusting.
It wasn't the same.
It wasn't the same as spending it on Seishu.
It wasn't the same shade as Seishu's eyes.
Has he been chasing after the wrong green this whole time?
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A loud sigh escaped from his colleague, startling Kokonoi and snapping him back to reality.
“What’s wrong with you today?” Sanzu remarked, his face contorting into that of displeasure, “actually, you’ve been like this for some days already. Just spit it out.”
Kokonoi looked at the pink haired boy as he leaned himself against the wall, taking out his lighter with a click.
“Just tired,” the silver haired boy replied.
The response, however, earned a “tsk” from the latter.
“Tired my ass! You look disturbed,” he paused, “don’t tell me it's because of those bitches on the ground.” Sanzu pointed at the bodies.
Kokonoi frowned, growing impatient with his colleague. After all, he’s been handling this type of work for a very long time now.
“No,” he took a breath, “I don’t know.”
Sanzu rolled his eyes, letting out a groan of annoyance.
“Look, I don’t give a shit about your personal life,” he said as he walked over to the corpses, “but don’t let it get in the way of your work,” he continued, grabbing one of his victims clothes and lighting it, “or else Mikey won’t be happy.”
Kokonoi scowled. He didn’t need Sanzu to tell him that.
“Yea, I know.” He replied rather bitterly.
Within seconds, a light emitted from the damp pavement as it lit up the gloomy alleyway. The flames reminded Kokonoi of the one time Seishu and him went to see the fireworks. But as soon as the thought came, it was quickly dismissed.
Sanzu emerged from the fire, walking to stand by Kokonoi’s side. The pink haired boy looked at the latter and then back at the growing inferno.
“You know, I’ve known you for a good few years. And I’ve only ever seen you worry about one person.” Sanzu said, “it’s that blonde guy isn’t it?”
Kokonoi’s expression faltered for a mere second before returning to his nonchalant look.
“I get you.” Sanzu continued, taking a deep breath, “There’s no one I really give a crap about other than Mikey. Kinda the same thing for you huh?”
Kokonoi looked up. The flames were now higher than him, perhaps reaching its peak.
Sanzu glanced at the latter. Unexpectedly, Kokonoi only held a regretful look, his eyes seemingly holding a pool of tears. But it’s probably because of the heat. Leaving it as that, Sanzu looked back at the now diminishing fire.
“Look, what I’m trying to say is, I don’t know what happened to you two - nor do I care - but I'm smart enough to know if you give a shit about someone, you have to put in the effort.”
The flames were now starting to look like the smouldering remains of a fire. Sanzu stepped closer to the ashes.
“It’s like these flames. If no one nurtures it, it’s bound to die out.” He takes out a cigarette, lights it, and throws it onto the pile of bodies. The ashes burst into a sea of flames once again. “But if you do, it continues to burn.”
Kokonoi nodded. His insane colleague has a weird analogy - that's for sure - but surprisingly, he made sense and that doesn’t happen often. Perhaps Seishu doesn’t actually hate him. Maybe he missed him too. Maybe the only reason he didn’t try and contact Kokonoi was because he also didn’t know how to be the first one to speak. But regrettably, Kokonoi didn’t have much time to reflect on anything the latter said as the sudden noise of police sirens sounded in the area.
“Oh crap.”
And so, the two ran out of the alleyway and onto the sun-kissed streets, the crimson sky matching that of the flames. As soon as the sirens were distant enough, both of them came to a halt, catching their breaths. Kokonoi was the first to speak.
“I fucked up big time 12 years ago.”
Sanzu narrowed his eyes.
“Yea I know. Maybe go make some better choices and go fix your damn relationship” he said, almost annoyed, “just know if you get distracted like this again, I won’t hesitate to cut your head off. We’re still on a mission you know?”
“Yea.” The silver haired boy responded, quite vaguely.
Kokonoi felt a glimmer of hope, a tentative belief that things could get better. Something had shifted. He was well past the denial phase now. He knew that he wanted to hear Seishu’s voice, to apologise for the misunderstanding, to tell him he didn’t mean to leave him alone all these years. It was the fear that gnawed at him. The fear of rejection, fear of reliving the pain of their estrangement.
What if he doesn’t want to talk to me?
What if he moved on?
What if he’s happier without me?
What if-
Bang.
But the universe isn’t that forgiving.
His thoughts were cut short by a searing pain. His ears rang from the gunshot. His mind raced with a torrent of thoughts as Sanzu called out to him.
He was only beginning to understand!
Kokonoi stumbled backwards as he looked down, his stomach covered in a splash of blood where pain blossomed like a vicious flower. His legs felt like giving out, his vision getting blurrier.
But Kokonoi could still make out two figures wearing black, one of which held the gun.
It wasn’t death that haunted the boy; it was the fear of never seeing his best friend again. He didn’t even say goodbye. He didn’t tell Seishu that he was sorry.
As he struggled to keep his eyes open, even if it was for a split second, familiar emerald eyes met with his.
And he knew.
That was the last thing he saw before his consciousness gave out.
Chapter 3: III
Notes:
The next chapter will be longer 😭🙏 Wanted to write three chapters but I needed this context 😓
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Oh god am I dying?
The blonde was exhausted. Blood trickled down his mouth and nose as bruises drew patches on his pale skin.
How long has it been; minutes, hours, days?
Seishu Inui couldn’t remember.
He was only hoping for the abuse to stop, or rather, for the muscle head in front of him to drop dead.
Seishu wondered how he even got in this position in the first place; tied to a chair, getting the shit beat out of him.
It gave him.. slight deja vu for some reason.
All Seishu remembers was him walking down the quiet streets of his neighbourhood, a little past the hour to be outside. He remembered he was going back to his apartment with the thought of finally getting some shut eye, since the day had been ever so hectic. It’s been a few years since he started working as a mechanic and even though he enjoyed it, it was still a rather tiresome job.
Being in such an uplifted mood, a smack to the head was the least he expected on a day like this. After all, he had no reason to be hunted down anymore. All that gang business was years ago; merely something in his childhood. Something that he wished to forget.
But just because he quit gang business doesn't mean he never got involved.
So Seishu’s best guess as to why he was beaten and kidnapped was because of his past involvement with the Black Dragons - a rather nostalgic name. To his surprise, his kidnappers didn’t even mention anything like that - well, the Black Dragons legacy died a long time ago anyways -, they ended up only asking him about one thing.
Bonten.
Which was absurd by the way, because Seishu has no connections whatsoever to the most famous criminal organisation in all of Japan. And even after he denied knowing anything about it, it earned him a heavy blow to his face.
The blonde scoffed. One - he pitied his own situation and two - these people were never going to get anything out of him.
At least that’s what he thought.
Until his kidnapper decided to switch an approach.
“Does the name Kokonoi Hajime ring a bell?”
And with that, Seishu, for the first time ever since being brought here, gave any sort of reaction. It was a huge mistake on his part. As soon, as the blonde even flinched, the muscle head in front of him grabbed him by the collar. The guy asked about him. He asked about where he was. He asked about what he did.
Seishu couldn’t answer that.
Not even he himself stayed in contact with him.
And for the first time in a while, fuck - maybe even in the whole twelve years - he was forced to think about him.
His only childhood best friend.
Kokonoi Hajime.
Kokonoi Hajime.
Seishu didn’t know where he was, nor what he did. He didn’t even know how he was doing. If he made new friends. If he was happy. And shit - if he actually joined the Bonten gang these people are talking about.
Seishu didn’t know anything.
He wished he did.
All the regret, guilt, sadness caught up to the blonde all at once. It almost scared him. Was he about to live his life without ever seeing his best friend again? Well, if Kokonoi would even consider him his best friend anymore.
Seeing as the blonde lacked an answer, another punch was sent his way.
Then another
And another
And another.
Until all Seishu’s strength had left him.
It hurt. It really did. But somewhere deep within, the blonde thought he deserved that. He should've talked to him in the last decade at least. Maybe they could have met at a cafe, perhaps been able to catch up. But, Seishu even ended up changing his phone number.
Was he stupid?
Did he think Kokonoi could have contacted him when he took away the last thing they had in common?
Seishu felt so numb. So stupid. So trash.
He was so tired.
The last time he was met with this situation, Kokonoi was there for him. But right now, Seishu was alone.
Bracing for another impact, the blonde closed his eyes. However, the hit never landed. He felt his kidnapper’s footsteps walk farther away, perhaps tired of the fact that he had not responded even once. Seishu - for whatever odd reason- almost felt a sense of disappointment. Perhaps he thought the bruises that littered his skin was a form of punishment for avoiding Kokonoi all these years.
Then just a second later, the blonde felt the rope tying him down being cut, freeing his hands. If only he had the strength, he can take out the guy in front of him. But all he did was fall to his knees, trying his best to remain conscious.
Roughly, a hand forced him to look up. His eyes met with the ones of his kidnapper.
“Seishu Inui,” he said, “if you’re not gonna start talking, then you’re gonna help us find that Kokonoi guy.”
Strangely, deep down, Seishu felt a bit.. Relieved. He wanted to see Kokonoi again. And if these people were trying to find him; perhaps he can finally meet him after all these years.
Hesitantly, Seishu nodded as the grip of the kidnapper loosened, causing him to fall onto the cold pavement. His heart ached as a new determination came over him. He thought of all the things to tell his best friend, all the adventures, the sad, the happy. Everything. Then, for the first time in a while, Seishu was left alone with a single goal in mind.
Please Koko.. wait for me just a bit longer.
I’m coming.
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The last stage of grief: Acceptance.
This stage was yet to come. However, for Kokonoi, it was more of an illusion. A distraction to pass time.
The bottom line is, Kokonoi never accepted anything. Everything he was doing, he did it to stall time.
It has been a great number of years since Kokonoi and Seishu last encountered each other. At the same time, a great number of events had also happened. Kokonoi joined — well, not exactly willingly — a criminal organisation called Boten, led by none other than Mikey Sano. Ultimately, Kokonoi had also dyed his hair a silvery white contrasting his previous silky jet black hair.
Perhaps he thought changing his appearance would help him turn a new leaf.
A very failed attempt of moving on, really.
Then when Kokonoi was too far gone into the steps of gang violence has he realized he was stepping further and further from what he truly wanted.
He was now one of Japan's top most wanted criminals, meaning there was no way he could ever see Seishu ever again. Furthermore, his work interrupted most of his spare time to do anything else anyways. Just a few days ago, he was on a mission overseas in a foreign country, stuck with a drug addict maniac and two very insane brothers.
Likewise, a few days — three days to be exact — he would have never expected to be back home again.
To him, home was not a house; it was not even a place.
It was a person; a mixture of memories, little friendly fights and the casual fits of laughter. And no, It was not the maniac unhinged laughter Kokonoi had to put up with everyday, accompanied by the blood curdling screams followed by gunshot after gunshot. It was a warm and genuine happiness. A happiness Kokonoi only ever experienced with him.
However, that happiness has never followed Kokonoi into adulthood.
It existed only in fragments — in half-forgotten laughter, in the ghost of a voice he had buried so deeply he convinced himself it was gone. Acceptance, he had once thought, meant letting those memories fade. Letting him fade.
A lie.
Pain dragged him back to consciousness.
Kokonoi sucked in a sharp breath, his chest burning as though fire had been poured into his lungs. The ceiling above him was unfamiliar — cracked concrete, the small shine of the stars from the night sky. His body ached when he tried to move.
“Don’t,” a voice said quickly.
Kokonoi stilled.
That voice cut through him far more brutally than the pain ever could.
He turned his head slowly.
A blonde haired boy knelt beside him, one hand hovering near his shoulder as if unsure whether he was allowed to touch him. His hair was longer than Kokonoi remembered, his features sharper, worn down by years Kokonoi hadn’t been a part of.
Yet none of that mattered.
He would have recognized him anywhere.
“…Inupi,” Kokonoi breathed.
Seishu’s jaw tightened. “You’re awake.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence between them was heavy, fragile — stretched thin by a decade of absence and one irreversible mistake.
Then footsteps and the sounds of engines echoed from somewhere around them.
Voices. Too many.
Seishu’s expression hardened. “They’re close,” he said. “I don’t have time to explain- we need to leave. Now.”
Of course they were close. Kokonoi had never been allowed peace for long.
The silver haired boy pushed himself upright despite the pain, teeth clenched. “Then we can’t stay here.”
“Yea, come with me,” Seishu replied, pulling the latter along with him.
Kokonoi’s heart beat fast.
Something old stirred in his chest — not the wounds that ached him — but a feeling of being alive.
They moved quickly through backstreets and alleys, breath misting in the cold air, the sound of engines and shouted orders chasing them like a shadow. But Kokonoi let Seishu pull him along without question, even as his legs threatened to give out.
When they finally stopped, the silver haired boy was enveloped in the same nostalgic smell. It’s been 3 days since he cleaned this place.
The rusted bell rang as they entered the shop, the faded sign barely clinging to the wall. It smelled like oil and dust and memories that refused to die.
Kokonoi let out a quiet breath — something close to a laugh, something close to grief.
“I never thought we’d come back here again,” he murmured.
Seishu looked around and glanced back at him. “It just felt.. natural.”
Kokonoi attempted to laugh only to collapse to the ground. His breathing was getting worse as he coughed up blood.
Seishu quickly rushed to his side, his hands shaking.
“Koko.. we need to get you help,” he said, his voice quivering.
After all, they have just reunited. It couldn’t be the end.
But to Kokonoi, he didn’t feel nervous as if he didn’t fear death that looked him right in the eyes.
All his life, he’s been holding on. Holding on to the hope that he would meet his best friend again. He realised that perhaps it wasn’t acceptance that he chased — it was something better.
Something like Forgiveness.
This was a stage Kokonoi never thought he'd reach or ever come to know. He wasn’t just forgiving Seishu for shooting him. He was forgiving him for being absent for all these years. He was forgiving the universe for such a terrible mistake. He was forgiving himself, his past and his present.
The roars of engines and the shouting of people only got louder. Despite all this, Kokonoi could only hear the heartbeat of his best friend and the stillness of the moment. It felt like they were teenagers again: hiding from the world outside, hiding from anything that tried to tear them apart.
“This used to be our favorite place.” The silver haired boy said, his voice faint.
Seishu’s grip on him only tightened.
“Yea.”
Kokonoi managed a smile as he struggled to continue. The sounds outside were approaching without stopping.
“You were the best friend I could’ve ever asked for, Inupi.”
Seishu’s vision was blurry. He held his friend closer. They didn’t need words to understand each other. It was a silent act of forgiveness.
“In the end, it was always you.” he said, his voice strangely peaceful.
The door of the motorcycle shop swung open, the loud clatter of footsteps surrounded them.
In another universe, they could’ve opened a shop together, maybe rebranded this old motorcycle place and made it their own. They could’ve never entered the world of crime and lived a normal life. A life where their paths never separated and a life where Kokonoi didn’t have to say goodbye.
In another universe, maybe Kokonoi never needed to go through grief and chose better choices. A choice to run away together instead of making an irreversible mistake.
In another universe, Kokonoi and Seishu could’ve finished school and graduated together. They could’ve gone to the after parties they never went to or stayed home and had sleepovers like when they were kids.
In another universe, life wouldn’t have been so cruel to them.
Even when a gun was pointed to their heads, Kokonoi’s world was still.
He rested against his best friend, finding warmth where there should have been none.
“I’m home, Inupi.”
And to which he never got to hear,
“Welcome home, Koko.”
Notes:
Merry Christmas! 🎄🎁 ♡
It’s been so long and I finally found the motivation to finish it! 🎉🎉This is the last chapter of III Days From Home, I hope you guys enjoyed as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Thank you for everyone who stuck around until the end. I’ve had this idea for so long and I’m so glad I was able to share it with people who share the same interests!
Feel free to give me any story suggestions because I love writing and sharing it with you guys! And expect new fics soon! I plan to write more but I can’t guarantee they will all be Tokyo Revengers related because I also write for different fandoms. Here’s some you can expect for now: Tr, Bsd, Genshin, Haikyuu etc.
Once again, thank you for everyone that supported me and I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year~ ♡