My Past, Your Present, Our Future

Chapter Two : Damn you

Kidou closed the door behind him and placed the keys at the usual place, near the vase. He took off his shoes, loosening the cravat that tightened his neck. He was in a hurry to rejoin his bed. In spite of his fatigue, he needed to think, to put order in his head. Absolutely.

A passage in the bathroom to wet his exhausted face. The drops fell into the sink while his head was down. His hand stood up to his hair to detach them. And when they cascaded on his shoulders, Kidou finally looked at himself in the mirror. His reflection represented exactly what he had imagined. An exhausted face, marked because over the hours, over the days spent in Teikoku, managing the team and responding to hundreds of emails, signing a ton of papers of which he didn't even read half the content. All this having served no purpose since its cover had been destroyed for a long time. And to say that he had believed it for a while..

His hand pulled out his green glasses to reveal those eyes he had always hidden, marked by the dark circles accumulated . His sister had been the only person to see them. His garnet eyes, deep red, almost pulling toward the dark color of the blood. "Those supernatural eyes out of another world", as Haruna said.

He giggled bitterly, not a trace of a smile on his face. He saw nothing but Ishido's face before his eyes, which he left about thirty minutes ago. He heard his words again. This thing so important that it had him crossed almost the whole center of the city. He had found nothing to say. How could he have ?

Kidou's eyes tingled. He clenched his right fist and knocked hard against the marble of the toilet. No, he didn't want to. But..

Kidou watched the tears streaming down his red cheeks, pale complexion and dull eyes. His throat was painful. And the shirt still glued to his skin, Kidou's limbs trembled violently.

With his fists closed, the chestnut tried to calm his jerky breath. He didn't want to fall back. He had managed to escape. But the blond had simply.

"Bastard .. This fucking bastard !" Kidou shouted.

The hatred bubbling in him, he threw everything that was next to him, the many bottles of perfumes and others crashing on the white tiles. Thousands of pieces of glass flew to the many corners of the room, liquids extending all over the floor. Breathing still so difficult, Kidou unbuttoned - almost ripped - with frantic his shirt wetted by whiskey, feeling the warmth wrapping him up little by little.

He had not felt this for a long time. He had thought this pain buried deep inside him, locked up in his padlocked cage so as never to let it reappear. But Ishido..

With his lips parted to breathe better, Kidou recupareted himself gently, not wanting to plunge back into that familiar black hole. Step by step. He had to act step by step, as Ishido had told him. No feelings. No emotions. Stay unruffled, as he had always done so far. He needed his help. They needed his help. He had no right to run away.. Not him..

The chestnut calmed down gradually, his breathing becoming more and more regular. He swallowed with difficulty, and reopened the tap to flood his face with cold water, making the salty water disappear on his face. He took the towel at his side and dried it.

Kidou immediately rejoined his room. He was exhausted. And it had been a long time since he had come to his apartment. Between Teikoku's training, the players to manage, the files to be sorted and checked, and all these players' proposals and other farcical offers, Kidou had no time to go home and rest. It had been days that he no longer ate anything suitable. But he didn't give a fuck, to tell the truth. And anyway, he will start tomorrow. His days will no longer be the same. From tomorrow, he will begin the first task that Ishido had entrusted to him. He passed a hand over his face, his fingers over his eyes to keep from crying again.