Fate & Fury * Mitsuya x Reader

Chapter 62

2nd Future: Tokyo Manji Headquarters 

Inupi was sad, but Inupi was always sad. He never felt anything more than deep loneliness that channeled into a never ending chasm of depression. Smiling? Good times? Love? Happiness? No, those weren't things Inupi had felt since--

You took that bullet for him and ended up in that devastating coma for the last twelve years. If that had been it, he would have, at the very least, been able to weather the years by Koko's side. He didn't care if it was as friends or as lovers, all he wanted was to see that smile again.

He wanted to sit around with his best friend and the one he loved and joke around again, feel light hearted again, to be happy to be in love again.

All he wanted was to see the person whom he loved more than anything else once more.

Just one more time.

Inupi had often day dreamed, he had wished and he had delusional hope that one day Kokonoi would smile at him again. That one day he'd get the chance to say what he never did. The chance to apologize for walking out on him at Azada, for not taking his declaration of love seriously.

He just wanted Koko back. The way Koko's absence crushed him into nothing. A younger Inupi thought you being in that coma was the worst thing to happen to him, but he had been wrong. When Koko was killed Inupi knew what true despair felt like.

Inupi suffered. He struggled to reach this point, twelve years from the day he accidentally sent you forward in time and had inadvertently caused the hell he and others lived in.

A hell of his own design.

The thought that his suffering would end when you returned and he could send you back the only thing that kept him going. The thought that he would send you back and he would see the man he loved again, get the chance to love him like he should have so many other times.

The way he should have gotten over the survivor's guilt and loved Hajime like they both deserved.

He had it all once. At one point in his life things had started to turn around. The few weeks you were from the future was a scant moment in his years of agony he really felt like things would turn out for the best...

Then you never came back...

Then you were shot...

Then, well...

Inupi's thin lips pulled even tighter over his stoic façade as he entered the meeting room. The penthouse that held the gang's normal get togethers was strangely empty. It was strange because he was late. There was no sign people had even showed up. The table was clear, no food in sight. The curtains were still closed...

Inupi stalled in the doorway, staring at the black and white checkered carpet and... a sense of mounting dread filled his chest. His heart began to beat quicker, his hands began to shake and sweat slicked his back under his business suit.

Why was no one else here? Why was he alone? He was so late, but not late enough that he would have missed the meeting entirely.

Something was wrong... was he...

Inupi's eyes snapped open and he turned to leave, hand flying to his phone to pull out the calendar. Was his date wrong?!

He checked this morning, wasn't it a week from now, the ball park of when you'd come back?

That adrenaline turned to a chill as he realized this was a distraction! He'd been duped! Inupi realized the suspicions he had the last time he spoke with Hanma were not unfounded!

Inupi turned to leave in a panic, feet moving on their own, when he noticed the staff elevator he had taken up here was blocked by someone he hadn't expected to see. However, he was a totally welcomed sight.