Watching the sinister men leave through *their* door, all Yozora could do is stand still, rooted on the exact place he's on. Simple words couldn't explain the storm of emotions he's feeling right this moment, pure betrayal being most prominent after letting the shocking information flood his head. His eyes darted on the ground, knees feeling weak, as if he would fall onto them any second if he loses just a bit more focus.
He couldn't grasp how long he stayed in that shock state, he just eventually gained back a grip on reality.
There was one feeling that dissapeared very fast: shock, or even suprise.
Skeptical feelings about their work have always been escaping his head every once a while, but he decided to *trust* both of them. How absolutely naive of him to put his trust into a criminal that just happened to treat him nice. And how incredibly naive of him to trust that Seki's telling him everything. He's *never* speaking about himself. Neither does he. They are *never* honest to each other. He gets it, it's to protect each other, but that protection made him feel nothing but existential dread all his life. But most importantly, how could he play along in moving away, leaving everything and everyone behind for this.. man.
... How can one person be so stupidly naive just because they're lonely?
Tears started forming, feeling one roll down his already reddened cheek made him break out, letting the pure frustration out while gripping onto the wooden counter. And with that, the tears wouldn't stop falling for another while, moving one of his hands to cover his mouth, wishing he could've just stayed oblivious to everything, as always.
But that is a selfish wish, even if everyone around him wishes so too.
He needed to end it, so he doesnt get locked into the same wardrobe he sufforcated in from guilt anymore.
. . .
Yozora heard the door open, spending his time in his designated room listening to music while creating messy drawings in a dimmed lighting which definetly wasn't good for sketching. He knew who it was, pen frozen on the exact same spot until he dropped it when he heard the usual "I'm home!" from his sweet voice, which now had more of a bittersweet tone to it. Yozora, who would usually jump into his boyfriends arms the moment he came back, internally locked himself onto the chair, giving no response.
"Darling?"
Kuro called out, steps comming closer to Yozoras room as Kuro saw the bit of light and heard quiet music comming from the room. With a soft smile, he knocked against the door faintly before opening the door, not wanting to interrupt his beloved in his creative space.
Yozora didn't even bat him a look, he played pretend by trying to continue his sketch, which is failing miserably, making himself feel even more unecessary pressure as he felt Kuros eyes on him, which used to feel like a sweet, warm gesture now feels like someones is putting you in an uncomfortable spotlight you don't wanna be in.
"Is everything alright?"
Kuro asked in a soft tone, taking a step into the room.
Yozora groped the paper, crumping it into a ball and throwing it into the bin when Kuro just took a slow step into the room, as if he didn't want him to see it.
"Yes."
Yozora answered under his breath, getting up from his chair swiftly.
Kuros face formed a frow, his eyes moving to the bin for just a short moment before moving back up to Yozora, to which Kuro was suprised by an spiritless expression. It was like a sharp stab into the chest with a thin needle, this isn't an expression his Yozora would make when everything is alright.
"Something's wrong. Come on, talk to me.."
*Talk to me.* How stupid of Kuro to say that in this moment, it just filled Yozora back with the same strong emotions he felt earlier today. If he had less self control, he probably would've broken the pen in two with his bare grip.
Kuro let out a soft sigh, worried, he took a step deeper into the room. He knew Yozora well enough to know he wasn't the type of person that wanted "time for himself" in situations like these, absolutely oblivious to the fact that *he's* the cause of his sorrow.
"Just like you talk to me about everything?"
Yozora answered after the silence almost sufforcated Kuro. But the question wasn't a release on the throat, it just put more pressure on his chest.
"What?"
Kuro whispered, questioning.
And there was the same silence again.
Kuro took more steps towards Yozora, keeping up the quiet, soft tone.
"Honey, what do you mean?-"
*"Don't."*
Kuro stopped, standing still on the distance he's on right now.
"Don't come any closer."
Kuros heart dropped once again, his expression filled with dread for a moment. His eyes moved to Yozoras, whose eyes clearly avoided looking at Kuro.
"What happened, Yozora?"
He asked again, this time in a normal, yet still softspoken tone. He wanted to know what happened, as he could only paint out the worst outcomes in his head. Was Ethan back, perhaps? Is he scared of staying with him now? So many scenarios played through Kuros head in such a short time.
But Yozora on the other hand had enough time to overthink the past hour, comming to a proper conclusion: you cannot trust this man.
"So your old job, you said you were a dealer?"
He asked, putting on a smile, leaning against the table with his hip, holding the counter with his hands.
Kuro, visibly suprised by him suddenly bringing up his past interrupted him quietly.
"Yes, but this is-."
"Let me finish."
Yozora spoke in an almost demanding tone to which Kuro froze, somehow intimidated enough by the way he spoke to him to actually let him finish whatever accusation he's gonna throw at him, because whatever makes him this scary had to have a good reason.
"You .. -and Seki I might add -, lied to me ... this entire time."
The man froze once more because of the accusations thrown at him, as if his body stopped circulating for a solid moment.
*Shit.*
"But.. that isn't what's making me mad.. I get why *he* did it, but you."
Yozoras eyes moved up to Kuro like a knife thrown into his chest. The stare felt awfully familiar.
"I didn't lie about anything honey, what are you talking about?"
His voice stayed soft, but not out of respect or anything, but because he was blown away. For once, he didn't know what to do and couldn't get his mind to think first before acting.
Yozora huffed under his breath.
"Are you still playing stupid? Your old BOSS just came and told me everything."
Kuros eyes widened, standing in silence while he had to process what he just heard. *Why the fuck would HE come here? No. Maybe it's someone else, calm down.*
"What? .. You don't mean Akuma, do you?"
Kuro took a step back when Yozora nodded, clutching on what was nearest, the door.
"No. Wait, what did he tell you? He likes playing with people. You have to-."
"He told me you were one of his most loyal workers. Hitman work, torture, you name it all."
Yozora spoke against him, slightly raising his voice to silence him.
Kuro swallowed, his gaze falling on the ground for a moment.
"Yes. But-, Yozora. That's all in the past now, isn't it?"
He took a few steps closer to him.
"We moved away, I quit."
"How is anything over when I almost died because of you?!"
Yozora once again raised his voice, feeling his cheeks redden, not sure if it's because he's about to cry or how angry he was.
Kuro once again stopped his pace when he yelled at him.
"That's..."
Kuro started, but couldn't quite finish what he wanted to say. What the fuck was he *supposed* to say here?
Yozora on the other hand was ready to leave. Leave this room and leave the house for a while at best. He got up, walking to the exit
"W-wait!"
Kuro grasped himself as he saw him wanting to leave, obviously raising panic.
"I wanted to change! That's why we moved here right? We wanted a new start. I fixed it all now! You won't ever get hurt again! I won't *ever* let it happen again!"
He started blabbing his heart out, Yozora grasping his sleeves and staring at the ground, tears visibly building up the more he talked.
"It's not about me getting hurt... You don't get it..."
Yozora spoke under his weeps, wiping his eye as his voice got weaker again. The tough act didn't hold for long.
"Then.. then what is it?"
Kuro reached out for Yozora who's finally standing in front of him, but held back. What he'd do to take his face in his dishonest hands and tell him everything is gonna be alright, but that is a selfish wish in such a situation. It would only make himself feel better, as he currently lost the ability to make Yozora feel better.
"All the time.. I get lied to. I thought.. I thought you'd be honest with me."
He wiped his face again, covering his mouth with his hand.
"I'm so stupid... Why did I think I could actually trust *you?*"
Yozora muttered, making Kuros heart shatter with just a few words.
*He says I'm not to trust... After everything.*
Yozora kept bawling into his sleeve while Kuro could just stand and stare. What has he done?
"But.. if I told you everything back then, would you actually still wanna associate with me?"
His eyes softened at the sight of Yozora breaking down over his own stupid mistakes. He never thought it would ever backfire like this.
Yozora opened his eyes, looking up to him with his reddened eyes in pure sorrow.
"Of course I would. I would've loved you even if you stayed in that stupid organisation!"
His voice was full of frustration, and with that, Yozora walked past him, leaving the room for good.
Kuro turned around, walking after him in pure fear he's gonna leave for good. The same panic as before came back
"Are you leaving..? Look, I'm, sorry. It was-, it was an agreement between Seki and me-. I promise from now on I-."
Simultaneously as Kuro spoke, Yozoras mouth opened from dismay of what he just heard, turning around to him and raising his hand, slapping his bare hand against his face.
"Don't drag Seki into this."
Yozora said in a serious tone despite his weak voice. Yozora still couldn't tell why him dragging in Seki made him this mad, but he would do it again anytime.
Kuro stared in pure shock into the wall, mouth slightly opened. Last he remembered was Yozoras steps, the sound of keys clicking together and a door smashing closed.
"Shit.."
Kuro muttered from behind his gritted teeth, feeling a tear roll down his cheek.
