My eyes hurt with weight of unshed tears. You are my home do you not understand?
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In the lavish settings of a Roppongi mansion, a vibrant party unfolds late at night . The air is mixed with laughter, music,alcohol and the clinking of glasses as people dance in joy. The DJ distinguished by stylish blue streaks in his hair, adds beats to the lively atmosphere, creating an adrenaline rush for the partygoers, pumps up the excitement with great beats.
On the first floor, a bunch of guys hang out in a corner, chatting with girls, drinking, and playing games. But one guy stands out with lavendar eyes, a dark brown complexion, and straight short white hair styled in a center-parted undercut with a pair of Hanafuda-derived earrings– he's sitting casually, giving off a strong vibe of control. He's got a cigarette, taking occasional sips and watching everything with a cool attitude.His aura exudes dominance, his lean frame emanating a bone-deep sense of control. A cigarette dangles from his fingers, and he takes occasional sips, observing the scene with an air of detached authority.
A group of Girls sitting at the corner of room won't stop sneaking glances at this mysterious guy, adding an extra layer of curiosity to the party
As the night unfolds, the mysterious figure becomes a focal point, drawing the curiosity of onlookers, especially , fascinating glances from the girls present. Despite the rising fervor of the party, he remains a serene observer, casting a mysterious shadow over the lavish Roppongi residence
"Izana" a young man with a lanky build and a small face with purple downturned eyes, blond eyebrows, and a thin mouth. His shoulder-length hair is alternately dyed in the colors of black and blond, with his roots and their end sections black and the midsection blond sharing some similarities to Dj boy ,called the mysterious young man
Izana casually hummed, "Yes, Ran," glancing at the tall boy and acknowledging his presence.
Ran — Ran Haitani — took a seat beside Izana, looking directly into his eyes. "Is there someone you are interested in?" he asked.
Izana raised his eyebrows at Ran's question. "Why do you ask?"
chuckling, Ran said, "Nothing much. You seem to be observing , so maybe someone caught your eye, and perhaps..... I could set you up with her."
Ran wasn't someone with weak confidence. If not, he and his little brother Rindou ,wouldn't be known as Roppongi charmers. Yet, it's only with Izana that he feels small, even though he is far taller than him. Having known him since his juvenile days, Ran knows how cruel and sadistic this calm young man could be. Remembering those days still sends shivers down his spine.
"No," Izana declined Ran's offer, stating, "No one caught my eyes!!"
And if someone did, He won't need Ran help
Surprised, Ran pointed out, "There are probably over 70 beautiful girls dancing downstairs and no one interests you."izana reacted with only hum showing his disinterest
However, ran recalled that Izana had never been the type to pursue in romantic interests , Ran noted that it almost seemed as if Izana had forsaken all worldly desires altogether other than greed and pride .
Given Ran's passion for observing people to identify their weaknesses for future use, Izana remained an enigma(mystery). Unlike others, Izana was someone Ran couldn't comprehend.
Driven by curiosity, Ran pressed further, "Then, what's your type when it comes to girls?"
Izana said helding a mysterious look. “I’m not telling you all my secrets”
“So, you are interested?” Ran asked with a grin.
this causes Izana to halt, taking his last sip of the cigarette and grinding it out in the nearby ashtray. He takes a moment to think. Sure, he know all the girls present in this mansion, he has heard about half of them from his social circle, and meet the other half and for sure, none of them truly enchants him
“No,” Izana replied firmly, “There’s no one here who interests me. That’s why I’m sitting here.”
Ran’s grin fell. He knew that when Izana spoke with such finality, there was no point in arguing. And he felt sorry for the girls that had been hoping that he would set them up with Izana.
Ran's words triggered a deep and dark memory inside Izana. He always preferred solitude, never letting people in too close. But one person made him feel safe... one person he trusted. And when that person was cruelly taken away from him, Izana felt himself die inside. His heart grew cold, his outlook dimmed, and his soul shattered to pieces. He vowed never to let anyone get that close again. And this person's death was the cause which made Izana like this... cold and emotionless.
Whereas ,Izana found himself entangled in the tunnel of memories, dwelling on a past where he, like any ordinary child, harbored dreams of crafting his own kingdom and experiencing the tender feeling of love. Crushes and a fleeting romance adorned his youth
Now ,he exists as a hollow shell functioning solely on his survival instant, yearning for death yet fear the ultimate consequences of it
A laughter escaped Izana's lips, laden with a bitter mockery aimed at himself for relying heavily on one person to the point of deteriorating own mental well-being.
Does that make him weak?
NO, he isn't weak
Ran sat immersed in his own thoughts oblivious to Izana's self-deprecating amusement.
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North star
FanfictionSoulmates aren't rare, they aren't, you'll meet a thousand soulmates, just as you'll live a thousand lives. North Stars though, they are. By chance you'll meet someone who encompass the way home. Someone who is home. And knowing them is like being f...
