Own Your Truth

Pairing: Daigo Nishihata X Masakado Yoshinori
Rating: PG-13 /NC-17
Genre: Romance, angts
Warning : M-preg
Summary : Masakado Yoshinori alleged of beating and harming his husband, but is that the truth? 5 years in prison, now he's back to tell you all the truth.

disclaimer : none of this happen (or was it) and it was set in the future. so some of this might be possible, anyway I only own the plot and story not the character

" So, Masakado Yoshinori san, thank you for joining us today, are you ready to tell us about everything?" day can get any gloomier than that, there, sat on the wooden sofa, a woman with a formal suit, holding a voice recorder, sit with her leg crossed, shaking my hand as I entered the room, supervised of course.

I nod, and smile at her, "it depends, on what you want to know,"

She smiled and nod at me, extending her hand signaling me to sit, " as I said, everything," she click the recording and added, " don't worry, we'll do it as slow as you want,"

"I like it fast," I joked, she wasn't laugh, so I cleared my throat instead,

"Let's begin,"

and I feel a surge of feeling in my stomach, I feel like I was about to puke,

"So, Masakado Yoshinori, 35, former idol, you are here for what?"

"Interview, obviously," I straighten up myself,

She raised an eyebrow,

".. assault,"

"On your own boyfriend,"

"Husband, we were married," I gulp, " we ARE married,"

She nodded again, doing a slight mark on her notebook and look at me,

"Can you tell about it?"

"The marriage?"

"The assault,"

" I didn't do it,"

"Clearly,"

"You don't understand," I sit up straight, "I really didn't do it,"

" I'm not the police, you don't have to convince me,"

"No, but if you would write about MY truth, you have to write about it,"

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I was mid summer 5 years ago, it's not the best weather we have no, I hate summer, it's hot and humid, and uncomfortable, we were watching our favorite tv show, my beautiful husband propped between my legs, leaning his tiny head on my chest, I remember his scent, I remember his touch, I remember the shampoo he used, or the fact that he always only use it once.

"You are spacing out," He said, eyes on the tv screen.

I dip my nose on his neck and answer, " You are so beautiful,"

"My face are heading to the tv," he giggled,

"Yeah, but you still beautiful to me,"

"We are not doing it, Yoshi, and you know we can't"

Ah he's calling my name, because my surname is his too now,

"I'm not asking for sex,"

"then stop this," he squirmed.

I laughed, running my hand down his arm, to his fingers, holding his ring finger, with an obvious ring on it,

"I'm glad that you are my husband,"

"Awwh, too mushy,"

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" At that time, what were you thinking?"