Song of his savior

My hero

We were seated on a bench that we had placed in the garden, it was an old bench that sometimes seemed to make noises because of our weight or because the wind is passing us and the old wood can't handle two adult males on it.

The garden was nicely kept as much as you would expect from Taka. Among the things that he can't help but getting annoyed at is people letting their garden become a mess because they say they have too much work to do.

Here you have a lawyer trying to get his political career started to show people that his name shouldn't be put to shame because of his grandfather and he is someone who tries to make things better for everyone even if his talent gets in the way from sometimes breaking some rules to do so.
It is funny to sometimes see him struggle to make a decision because of it. I guess that is one of the reasons he has me around I guess. I have never really lived by much if any rules to begin with. It is harder for me to follow them as it is for him to break them.

As the Moral Compass, it was his job to keep people from doing bad things that they may regret in their lives and in a way, he has succeeded by keeping me from whatever I had planned for the future. Well I didn't really have plans to begin with, I was just planning to live out the promise I had made and not really thinking if it really was I wanted.

He and another friend had made me realize that I had a say in what my future was going to be and that it wasn't as set as I believed it to be.
I let out a small laugh under my breath, this all from a guy that when we met I could surely punch. And well I have to admit that that has happened, a long time ago but I won't deny that early on I did in fact punch him.

Our awkward start aside we did manage to get along well after a while, so well in fact that years after we had met we had gone from rivals to friends to soul brothers to soulmates. Realizing that our fates had simply gotten to tangled into each other that there was no point in trying to deny it.

And here we are, sitting in the backyard of the home we have been sharing for quite a while now. Previously listening to something he had been rambling about but had gotten so distracted by the uninteresting nature of what he was telling that my mind had started to wander.

Not that Taka isn't interesting to listen to, far from that but some topics he sometimes happens to bring up bore me out of my mind. I much preferred to just look at him while he is being so passionate about what he was talking about, very likely politics.

"Kyodai are you even listening to me?" That was when I snapped out of it, since I was no longer protected by my cover and had to find a way to make up an excuse that would not get me into trouble later. Taka wasn't willing to go easy on me, being his lover had no way to get out of that.

One of the rules he keeps correcting me on. Yes, if the conversation gets boring I stop listening I know that, I just can't bring myself to listen longer than my attention span will allow me at that given moment. My attention span when it comes to politics is close to zero.

"Yeah, of course I am listening to ya, Taka." To not draw to much attention, I replied in the way that very likely gave more away than I wanted.

Calling each other Kyodai was a habit that seemed to die hard. Neither of us were really able to drop that after being friends for so long that it has been hard for us to drop it. We know it can sound really awkward at times but it is something neither of us can stop from happening.

Taka has held on this harder than I do, I do call him Taka more than I call him Kyodai. He does call me by my name more and more but the habit has died harder. Unlike him I don't use his full name when addressing him.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru, or Taka by most people the ultimate moral compass. Grandson of one of the most hated prime ministers in recent history. I didn't notice the connection at first, only knowing it when he had broken down under the stress and told me.