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Resting his head on the knuckles of his fingers clad in matte black leather gloves, Chuuya casually spun a pair of ice-cubes around in his drink, the chattering voices of a busy restaurant nothing but a muffled background noise in his ears, closed off by a wooden sliding door ornamented with graceful sceneries of old folklore tales - majestically rising cranes, golden dragons and sundry other animals from stories he did never had taken any interest in studying.

A soft relaxing melody, playing from speakers tastefully hidden into the walls paired with the steady yet light dribble flowing from a decorative fountain placed behind them, never failed to provide some sort of calm to his usually from hard work strained senses whenever he came here, with the restaurant praising itself to cater to whatever needs their higher class guests would seek, be it undisturbed ingestion in high-grade meals and the finest of beverages served by beautiful waitresses or a massive banquet accentuated by skillful theatre performances.

After giving the ice cubes another stir, he quickly chugged nearly half of the alcohol in his glass down his throat, then finally turning his glance to his unusually quiet guest sitting right beside him, the other's slender hands tightly clutched around the otherwise untouched cup of strong liqueur Chuuya had ordered for him a good half an hour ago.

They hadn't had exchanged one word since their arrival - or, to be precise, the other had said nothing since he had appeared without any sort of warning out of nowhere right behind him in the middle of a fight during his last mission, nearly startling him so much he would have buried his fist deeply into the pretty face, giving him a not all that adorable broken nose, but thankfully he had been able to stop himself in the last second, redirecting the force of his punch into the nearest wall and entombing the rest of the enemy group's henchmen beneath it's crumbling stones.

Chuuya let his glance wander across the other's face.
He was certainly no Dazai, well-versed in drawing out the tiniest of secrets from people simply by looking at them, but even he could see that something was definitely not right - apart from smudged stains and ripped fabric on normally so neat clothing and pale skin spotting abrasions and small bruises, his guest's long lashes were deeply lowered over usually enthusiastic glowing eyes of an intriguing ruby color, now closed of by a dull glimmer full of sadness, slender shoulders sunken down and his back hunched down, as if he wanted to curl himself up, trying to shield his aching soul from the rest of the world.

Another few seemingly endless dragging minutes passed by and Chuuya decided he no longer had the patience to prolong their silent gathering any more, questions and worry nagging his brain far too much to find answers to the other's obvious distress, his voice strict yet sensitive as he spoke - a tone he always reverted to, when wanting to comfort his underlings after a fight.

"Kiyomitsu...what is wrong?"

He noticed how the other bit down on his lip, nervously chewing on the tender flesh, together with a suspicious watery twinkle flashing up in his eyes and Chuuya swiftly took another large sip from his glass, preparing himself for a conversation he obviously needed a bit more fine-tuned emotional skills with - a thing he wouldn't really call one of his strong points.

Kiyomitsu sighed, then forced a weak smile on his face, still only staring into his glass.

"It is nothing much. I only felt like giving you a brief visit."

The words had barely left the other's mouth, when Chuuya let out a harsh, exaggerated huff through his nose, his jaw working hard when he ground his teeth together, not having all too much patience for such games, especially when he was worried about a person he called one of his close friends.

"I think we both know that this isn't the main reason you suddenly showed up...", he fixated Kiyomitsu with his glance, searching for possible hints giving him a clue about what had happened. "Did you have to flee from a fight?"

Seeing how the other flinched together proved him more than enough answer and Chuuya had to hold himself back from unabashedly asking, if the other thought he was an idiot. As if it hadn't been clear from Kiyomitsu's physical state, but maybe that just showed how wrapped up in his own feelings he must have been, not thinking about such a simple thing by himself.

Clearing his throat, Chuuya raised his voice again, this time more gentle than before.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

He could see Kiyomitsu visibly debating with himself, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the glass still in his hands, until he took a heavy breath, apparently having come to the conclusion that if he wanted company, he would have to play with more open cards at least.

"You know, I think I told you once that we live together with our Master in the Citadel and sometimes... new Swords arrive.", he took a small break and Chuuya gave a sympathetic nod, remembering when Kiyomitsu first explained to him where he came from and what he was.

As unbelievable as he had thought it sounded, somehow in the bottom of his heart he had instantly accepted the whole story as the truth, believing him that such a thing as another world or dimension or whatever it was where the other had popped up from in front of him the first time they had accidently met, somehow existed.

Looking absent-mindedly into the distance, Kiyomitsu restlessly combed with his fingers through his long black hair, still feeling a bit reluctant to talk about what was lingering on his heart to make it so heavy.

"Well, the new Sword that arrived this morning...his name is Mikazuki... he is really strong and very rare to find. Master must have been immensely happy, now that he is staying with us, but...", he stopped himself again, hesitated and although Chuuya knew there had been more he had wanted to say, the other quickly skipped forward in his story, not intending to disclose what he originally had wanted to tell.

"We both were dispatched together later on this evening, to go on a mission together. I don't know what went wrong, but somehow the enemy nearly overwhelmed us. I tried my best to back him up, but they cut me off and in the end he had to rescue me and even ended up being injured. It's just thanks to his strength that we could make it out and I... I just... completely failed him...", Kiyomitsu's voice cracked and he bit down hard on his lip, visibly holding back tears that started to well up.

Calmly having listened to the story, one of Chuuya's finely swung eyebrows twitched unwillingly and he quickly averted his eyes to avoid direct confrontation possibly seeing the other cry.

"I see. Well, I can understand your frustration." Indeed, he knew how frightening it was, to feel cornered and absolutely overwhelmed, to stand on a thin thread, unsure wether or not he or his underlings would make it out alive, to be left feeling completely overwhelmed some nights, where he just locked himself up in his room to bawl his heart out, all the stress and blood rush crashing down, torturing him with a numbing drumming in his ears and the knowledge that this could have been the very last day he would have seen, being confronted with all the regrets he would have if he had drawn his last breath, all the things he should have done better.

Carefully extending his arm close to Kiyomitsu, he gave the other a sympathetic pat on the back, rubbing it gently to help calming him down.

"No, you don't understand.", Kiyomitsu flinched away, violently shaking his head, before rashly lifting his own glass to his lips, washing down his grief along with the strong burning taste of hard liqueur. "It's all my fault. I should have been more careful, I should not have let him do all the work and get him hurt. I completely failed him, my Master, the Citadel, everyone. On top of that, look at me!", with a long excessive wave of his arm he pointed up and down his beaten body, "How can anyone love me like that? I look like complete trash. Master must hate me by now...! I cannot return there anymore..."

The last words died down in his throat, when big drops of tears finally started falling from his eyes, rolling down his from distress flushed cheeks and Kiyomitsu turned slightly to the side, quickly wiping them away with the back of his hand, trying to get a grip of himself again.

Stunned by the sudden outburst of emotion, Chuuya just sat there speechless, not once having seen Kiyomitsu in such a distraught state during their admittedly few but still rather amicable intimate meet-ups before and heat rose up in his stomach, a flame of burning anger over how anyone could give such a harsh treatment to someone who always gave their hardest in a fight.

"If he abandones you because of that, he is no good anyway...", he retorted dismissively, blowing off air through his nose again and clicking his tongue in disagreement, but Kiyomitsu only sunk down deeper into his seat, his body small and forlorn.

"I just don't know what to do anymore..."

Chuuya kept quiet for a moment, giving the other a moment to catch himself again and also to regain his own composure, still feeling annoyance vibrating through every cell of his body.

Thinking about it, he had honestly no clue, where Kiyomitsu's self-conciousness and fears of being such an unlovable person stemmed from - judging from the few talks they had shared by now, he gave off the charm of charismatic and reliable person, seemingly working hard to make sure he and his comrades were safe. Surely traits his Sword friends and his so called Master must see in him as well and Chuuya had a hard time believing they would really chase him off for merely needing help in a fight. (Wasn't a sort of team work required on paired missions anyway?)

Of course he knew from the Mafia, that failure itself was a risky business, not always tolerated and one could soon meet his own end when proving not useful enough, but Kiyomitsu's situation seemed way too far off from the underground life Chuuya himself led, to believe this would be the case for him as well.

Taking another sip, he swallowed down the last remnants of alcohol that had remained in his glass, before carelessly shoving it away across the table, fully turning his body around to face the other.

"I don't know your real situation, but if he truly doesn't want you anymore..."

Without so much of a warning he reached out both of his hands to gently cup Kiyomitsu's face between his gloved fingers, a determined glance glistening in his blue orbs. He wouldn't wait for a response, cut off any question that had wanted to form in the other's mind by slowly leaning in, tenderly placing his lips against Kiyomitsu's, feeling their softness against his own and he fluttered his eyes shut to fully immerse into the sweet light-heading feeling of becoming close with each other, carefully catching the other's mouth with his, placing small pecks around it, still reluctant to dive any deeper, not exactly sure if it was the right thing to do, when he noticed Kiyomitsu slightly leaning in as well, hesitantly returning the kiss and Chuuya felt warm hands shyly searching for his own, entwining their fingers and pressing them lightly in affirmation.

Pulling back to catch his breath, he looked deeply into Kiyomitsu's eyes.

"... then I will make you mine."