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He wasn’t quite expecting company that morning. He almost let himself sleep in, but couldn’t manage it, Too much of an early riser, as soon as eight-thirty AM hit, Ryuuhou was wide awake and washing a saucepan to start on some Miso soup for breakfast. A hand reached for the stove to turn it on medium heat, when he heard a voice from outside his door. Small and quiet, but certainly recognizable. A smile grew on his lips. Ryuuhou left the stove off and turned the water off, walking towards the front door and opening it wide. He looked down to meet Sei’s gaze, greeting him with a warming smile. "Hello, Sei-san. What brings you here, especially so early? Have you eaten yet?" He stepped aside, letting Sei in before shutting the doors and sealing the sound from outside. Immediately upon shutting it, Ryuuhou crouched down in front of Sei in order to wipe his eyes. "What happened to you..?"

— . : : ☩ : : . —

It was only after Sei stepped inside of the other’s dwelling place that he had completely come undone, falling on his knees as he grasped the man’s Kimono as though clinging to it while weeping his sorrow away.

Sei wasn’t aware of how much Ryuuhou knew of his life, so he would stick with the basics and avoid complications or far too many unnecessary details. And as the other carefully worked on wiping the wetness of his eyes clean, Sei stuttered in a crying voice, “M-my caretakers won’t let me do anything I want.” He sniffed, looking around as to recognize the place before turning his gaze back to that of the fox-faced man. “They keep telling me that I don’t know what I am saying— that my ideas aren’t good enough unless they have to do with him. I’m tired of not being able to do what I want of my life.”

“I just…” A mute sob escaped him, his head drooping and shaking from side to side slowly, hands reaching up to cover his face almost as if he were ashamed. “…I just want to make my own decisions without anyone meddling in them. I’m not a five year old anymore, nor am I made of glass!”

Seeing Sei break down like that hurt Ryuuhou more than he thought it would. He knew this moment was coming, for a long time. He didn't know much about Sei's life, he knew all he had to.  Seeing his tears stabbed him through the heart, though. There was no way he could avoid that. Ryuuhou quickly got onto Sei's level, dropping to his knees next to the boy and grasping one of his hands, gently rubbing the back and using the other-- after removing his glove-- to wipe away the tears. He wanted to hold Sei close, tell him everything's okay. Rock him back and forth and mutter sweet things into his ear to calm him down. What was stopping him?  Ryuuhou took both of Sei's hands, pulling them slowly off of his face and placing a gentle kiss both of them. He shifted to sit in front of him, pulling the boy close and holding him to his chest. Stroking his back and softly hushing him. "That's true, you're not. You're old enough to be independent now, my Princess. Ah... How I wish I could rescue you." The last part was muttered, almost to himself.  "You're aware I'm here for you. I'm very glad you came to me, Sei-san. I understand... Ah, I'm not very good at finding the right words." Ryuuhou shifted into a more comfortable position. "However, you can vent your heart out to me. There's no guarantee the person or people hurting you will come out unscathed, though." His tone, towards the end, had maybe a bit too large of a serious tone.

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       Not for the first time, nor was it the second that an argument had broken over breakfast in the Yakuza duo household. Sei was going on about getting himself a tattoo again, and of course, the only marks Virus or Trip wanted to see carved into their doll-like person’s skin was the one of their teeth sinking in him. Sei was tired of all that tittle-tattle already, and decided to sneak out as soon as they had gone to work and the next thing he knew was that he was standing in front of the studio of a very famous tattooist. Do not be mistaken, all he wanted was to talk… to let out those feelings encased in his heart from being unable to do the things he wanted because of those two.

       ”Ryuuhou-san!” Sei called out from his spot outside the double-doors, and hopefully, the boisterous noise from the music booming on the first floor didn’t muffle the softness of his voice. “Ryuuhou-san, are you there!?” His tone had raised an octave. Tear-flooded eyes stared expectantly ahead of him, and hopefully, the man wouldn’t be out.

He wasn't quite expecting company that morning. He almost let himself sleep in, but couldn't manage it, Too much of an early riser, as soon as eight-thirty AM hit, Ryuuhou was wide awake and washing a saucepan to start on some Miso soup for breakfast. A hand reached for the stove to turn it on medium heat, when he heard a voice from outside his door. Small and quiet, but certainly recognizable. A smile grew on his lips. Ryuuhou left the stove off and turned the water off, walking towards the front door and opening it wide. He looked down to meet Sei's gaze, greeting him with a warming smile. "Hello, Sei-san. What brings you here, especially so early? Have you eaten yet?" He stepped aside, letting Sei in before shutting the doors and sealing the sound from outside. Immediately upon shutting it, Ryuuhou crouched down in front of Sei in order to wipe his eyes. "What happened to you..?"

Stained. // AU

   If he had ever needed to learn the lesson that strangers were not to be trusted, this was probably truly the worst case scenario; the feeling of a cold hand against his cheek made him shiver in fear, and the involuntary convulsion furthered as gloved fingertips trailed down his spine.

   Oh-so weak fingers gripped the futon, and with powerless arms he tried to push himself up to no avail, and he collapsed limply once more, left to stare at the sketch held before him— oh… oh no. His muddled brain took a little longer than usual to put the pieces together, but the words the other finished with…

   It drove in the severity of the situation. If he hadn’t already realised how much trouble he’d gotten himself in, those words would have been the moment where his body tensed up and the various ways this could all go horribly, horribly wrong would flash through his head.

     ❝B-Bastard.❞

   And the tone with which he stutters the insult in is mortified, tinged with terror, an inability to move coupled with the inability to speak made for a horrified Aoba trying to writhe himself free of the invisible captor holding his legs and arms against the futon. Something, something, there had to be something he could say, something he could do..!

                 ❝D-Don’t… get comfortable… K-Koujaku’s coming for me— h-he always does!❞

Amusement flickered in the older's eyes, causing him to lift a brow and place the sketch down on a table nearby to glance at when he needed. He carefully moved his teacup onto the same table, picking up a tool set next to it.  "Again, I do hope you're ready, Aoba. This is going to hurt, okay?" He thumbed the male's cheek. Aoba's words barely had an effect on him. Instead, a small laugh pushed past his lips. Ryuuhou circled to Aoba's front, watching the boy struggle for a good moment. He let the silence stretch, holding his gaze. Perhaps to intimidate him. "Is he? Oh, where is he then? I'd love to see how Koujaku is doing after all this time."  He let the silence stretch for another few minutes. "I don't believe he's coming, Aoba. Please stop lying to yourself, that's not quite healthy." Ryuuhou crouched down in front of Aoba, cupping both of his cheeks. "You're in my domain out of your own free will."

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