through rain and storms - stsg

prologue.

Why.

That is the only word that runs through Geto Suguru's mind. It's so illogical to ask — it's so blatantly obvious why. Satoru a serial killer, a criminal, a monster. Geto is a detective, the one destined to take his lover down with the iron fist of the law, to lock him away behind bars. They could never be.

But, somehow, Geto finds himself at a loss for words. All logic leaves him as he kneels, holding a dying Satoru Gojo in his arms. The feel of Gojo's warm blood soaking Geto's uniform doesn't faze him — he can barely feel it as tears run down his face. Geto cradles his face, gazes into his eyes, etches the memory of his features into his brain until they're engraved, afraid if he looks away — even for one second — , every moment they have ever shared and cherished will disappear and be forgotten in an instant.

"Isn't it funny, Suguru?" he asks, his voice breathy and hoarse as he winces, clutching at the wound in his abdomen, as if his weak touch alone will make the pain stop.

"What is?" Geto asks, desperate, wanting to cherish every word Satoru spoke. A small part of him knew if his lover continued to talk, he would lose more blood, and inevitably be pushed closer to the brink of death. But the selfish need to hear what Satoru has to say continues to pulse through Suguru like a heartbeat. As if every word the latter speaks, every breath he releases, every step he walks is more valuable than the blood running through their veins.

"All of this.. for love." Gojo smiles crookedly, a glint in his deep blue eyes. Suguru forces a smile onto his own face, trying to stop the tears streaming down and touching Gojo's skin, ignoring the shouts of disgust and hatred from the crowd surrounding the scene as he continues cradling and supporting the other man.

He wants to be mad, to cuss the public for being angry with him, but they're all right.

"The man who's supposed to be saving us from that monster is now holding him as if they're lovers..."

"It's as if that inhumane bastard is his entire world!"

"What kind of officer falls in love with a killer?"

"I bet he's known where the killer was for years now and never did anything to save us because he's selfish..."

Well, maybe not all of them are right.

Suguru hasn't known where Satoru was or planned to be for years — but he'd known long enough. In the months they'd gotten closer and began to trust one another, Satoru did willingly give up his locations and plans to Suguru without a shred of secrecy. The trust they'd built and maintained was strong — and it was exactly why Suguru never told a soul about Satoru, his existence, his whereabouts. Suguru is just as guilty as his lover.

Satoru means the world to Suguru — he became Suguru's everything the moment Geto had laid himself bare to the latter, had shown him every inch of himself, inside and out. When they had held each other close, whispering sweet nothings that felt like everything and more. When they had confessed their deepest secrets to one another, even ones they didn't have to share at all, even if the truth had hurt. They had complete trust in one another, and had promised each other the moon and stars.

So they were right about that one thing. Satoru is Suguru's entire world, and has no intention of hiding it. They've hidden from the world for far too long, and he'd be damned if he lets what they have be kept a secret for any longer.

Caught up in his own thoughts, Suguru smiles down at the other, tears streaming his face, praying to every god and star in the sky that his beloved will live to see another day. As foolish as it is, Suguru wants them to live, to be free, and live out the promises they'd made. Even if this is all his fault, he allows himself to want. He wants and wants and wants until he feels he'll burst if he keeps wanting more.

That is, until Satoru's next words instill Suguru with dread.

"All of this for love... But love.. love is the most twisted curse of them all."