My Past, Your Present, Our Future

Chapter Four : The true soldier

He was ready. He had taken an hour in advance. He had asked him to be on time. Kidou had preferred to prepare for it. He didn't want what had happened the last time to happen again.

Kidou sighed and tied his tie in front of his mirror in the bathroom. He checked his hair one last time, and left the room. The sun was still illuminating the room with its soft twilight rays, flooding him in profile as he walked through his room to retrieve his abandoned phone on his bed. His fingers slid across the screen, his eyes staring at the black screen. Hesitantly, one of them brushed the button on the side. He bit his bottom lip, and put away his phone into his pocket. His glasses resting on his bedside table, he took them and placed them on his nose,  hiding his garnet eyes again.

He checked the time on his alarm clock : 6:10 pm. It was time to go. After making sure that he had set the alarm working, and that he had his keys, his phone, his wallet and his files, Kidou left his apartment and closed it behind him with a strange feeling that something was going to happen tonight.

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Ishido was seated on his throne, his fingers playing with his earrings. Everything was silent in the Great Hall. No one was there. And he was still inhabited by this interminable boredom.

He sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment, seeing again the ghosts of his past. These ghosts who haunted his nights, and his days, tirelessly...

He suddenly opened them as the front door growled. Two of his men entered the Great Hall, accompanied by Kidou who was walking behind them. A smile crept over his face, and nodded to the other two, making them understand that they could leave them. They turned on their heels, and executed the Emperor's orders under his falling eyes. Kidou and him found themselves alone. A taste of déjà vu disturbed the chestnut.

"Kidou, you're on time".

"You told me to be on time for the appointment".

"And I'm glad you did what I asked you", he said gently.

He got up from his seat, and his feet trailing, he went down the stairs to join the former coach who was watching him. A thrill passed through his body. Ishido finally stopped in front of him, looking with amusement at Kidou, who was now his head lowered.

"Tell me, Kidou. I hope that it is not because of my attitude through the phone that frightened you to the point of preparing you so much in advance. You have to understand me, I had a hard time chasing this frustration out of this bad  trick you  made me  this week", Ishido declared, slimming the distance between them.

"I didn't expect you to take it so bad-"

"Do not take me  for an idiot, Kidou. I hate that", the blond cut, annoyed that the other dares to lie to him.

Kidou remained silent, feeling his gaze on him. His anger was palpable, and he wondered what the man in front of him would be able to do to punish him for such an affront to the Emperor. It was a question he had already asked himself before, and despite all  the rumors he had heard, Kidou had to make sure of it. That wasn't why he was fighting for a good cause that this dark side wasn't real.

Ishido gazed at his partner, frowning. His eyes settled on his neck.

The chestnut shuddered, suddenly feeling the blond's fingers gently brushing the bruises and lovebites that had not disappeared since the last time. He bit his lip from inside, feeling his interlocutor's warm breath by his close proximity.

"They didn't disappear. I thought the opposite", Ishido murmured, slipping down his fingers over the many marks.

Kidou saw again the images of this last rendezvous, and cursed this sudden warmth which invaded him, his cheeks flushing. While he had sought to avoid crossing his gaze until now, Ishido took his chin to catch his eye to his, approaching his face to Kidou's one.