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When old flame ignited, many untold
secrets of the past were unfolded.
The moment they reunited, he
instantly seized her in his grasp.
The lost bond returned as their
love grew...
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Meanwhile, Nighttime, Somewhere in the city, Kakucho's penthouse..
Third Person's POV
"How's Mikey doing, Kakucho?" Yasuhiro asked, as he poured a steady stream of coffee into his cup. The rich aroma swirled between them, but Yasuhiro's focus remained on Kakucho, who had just come from Manjiro's side.
Kakucho let out a long sigh of relief, running a hand across his brow to wipe away the beads of sweat. "His fever's gone down a little... thankfully."
Who could have expected their boss to pass out from fever, before they could even feed his curiosity regarding Izana's secret child.
"Let's hope he forgets everything about Izana's kid once he wakes up," Shion muttered, his head tilted back as he lounged carelessly on the couch, legs draped over the armrest.
Ran hummed in agreement, swirling the dark red liquid in his glass. "Good thing he passed out before we even had to answer." His tone was almost too cheerful, as if relishing the temporary reprieve. The wine he held, a rich vintage he'd quietly stolen from Kakucho's collection, glistened under the dim lights.
Kakucho's irritation flared as he glanced at his friends lounging around like they owned the place. "Why my penthouse, of all places?" His voice carried an edge of annoyance, the sight of them so relaxed while he was on edge grinding at his nerves.
Kanji, without so much as lifting his gaze, shrugged. "You're more familiar with Mikey than we are." He spoke plainly, almost as if Kakucho's frustration didn't register. With that, Kanji took another bite of the cookies Kakucho had baked- his go-to stress reliever when fate was being too unkind to him.
"Pretty sure he's gonna shoot me the second he wakes up if we went to my place," Ran joked, though there was truth in his words. Manjiro hated his guts, especially his relentless playfulness.
"That's because you always pick the worst timing to joke with him," Rindou muttered, rolling his eyes at his older brother.
Ran just took a casual sip of his stolen wine. "Is there even a 'good time' for Mikey? That guy's depressed as hell."
"Ran." Yasuhiro's voice cut through the room, stern and edged with disapproval. His narrowed eyes locked onto Ran, a silent warning hanging in the air.
But Ran, ever the provocateur, simply shrugged it off with a careless smirk. He raised his glass defiantly and took another long swig of the wine.
Rindou, fed up with Ran's antics, turned his attention elsewhere, his gaze settling on Shion. His eyes lingered, taking in every detail of his best friend, who remained blissfully unaware. Rindou felt a lump form in his throat, and he swallowed hard, his thoughts racing.
Suddenly, without a word, he stood and strode over to the couch where Shion was sprawled. He beckoned him with a sharp motion of his finger, urging him to stand. Shion, blinking in confusion, slowly rose. "What?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.
