Darkness is all he remembers. They'd told him he was abnormal, a freak, not to be trusted around other children. That's why he was locked away in the dark. People who cannot feel cannot understand pain. Noiz cannot feel, therefore it is out of his reach entirely. This is the life he's known, until this very moment, to be his own. However, now he walks into a restaurant and he's got a man telling him that he's quite literally an angel who's lost his wings. He doesn't believe it, but who would? It's insane.
Despite this, as soon as this man says brat, a name pops into his head, even though he hasn't introduced himself yet. Koujaku. Koujaku is his name. His human, the man he saved twice from suicide, the man he's in love with. He loves him. He loves Koujaku. The darkness of his past fades, and he focuses back in on his face.
"Old man."
Koujaku blinks. Four months, he looks for this kid. Four months and three weeks he searches frantically for him. He finally, finally, finally finally finds him after all this time, and what does he say to him? Old man. Old man. He growls in the back of his throat, swinging his fist back and bringing it forward to slam into Noiz's nose. He faintly hears a yelp, and doesn't know whether it's Sei or Clear. He doesn't care.
Noiz looks shocked. Like, weirdly shocked. As if he's never been punched before. The fucker smiles, which prompts another blow to the jaw. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Sei take a few steps towards them, but Clear places a hand on their shoulder, pulling them back and looking... Almost frightened. Frightened.
It's after the third punch without retaliation that he hears a rip. His vision snaps to the sound, very sensitive to it, and finds that his kimono has busted a seam over his left bicep. Shit. It's happening again, he's losing himself to the tattoos. He growls in frustration before his attention is yanked back to the ex-angel in front of him. Noiz has got that same look in his eyes as when he was about to leave. It almost literally melts his anger away, and he feels the tattoos coil back, feels his muscles stop swelling.
Clear lets go of Sei, who's shaking like a leaf. He then rushes to the door and changes the sign over to closed so as not to let any other customers in. "I'm gonna calm Sei down. You sort this out, Koujaku-san," he frowns, looking a bit disappointed. Grabbing Sei's trembling hand, he leads them into the back, away from the two of them.
Koujaku averts his gaze from the scene and looks back at Noiz, who has his arms crossed. "What kind of welcome back was that?" He asks, scoffing.
"The kind where the first thing you say to me in five months is calling me old man," he responds bitterly, assessing the damage to his clothing.
"Well what did you want from me? Wherefore art thou oh Koujaku? Not happening." The ex-angel huffs.
"No, but I sure as fuck didn't--" Koujaku stops himself. Noiz is standing right there, is he an idiot? He just stops speaking and grabs Noiz forward into an embrace only known by separated lovers. Noiz settles into his arms and exhales, burying his face in his chest. "I missed you, you fucking brat," he gulps, keeping the boy near him.
Clear pokes his head out once more and grins. "All better?" He asks, and Koujaku can see Sei looking out behind him. The hairdresser nods, and they both walk out, Clear still tugging on Sei's hand. "Noiz! It's nice to meet you, my name is Clear!" He chimes, holding a gloved hand out to the blond.
Noiz takes it and smiles a little as well. His handshake looks firm, and it almost makes Koujaku's mind wander. Almost. The ex-angel is very handsome-looking in his suit, and it's hard to look away. "I know," he smirks and looks so fucking cocky that Koujaku almost punches him again.
