All it took was a plane crash, and Kise Ryota was no more.
Strangely enough, he didn't feel sadness, only regret. Regret for not checking his engine beforehand. Regret for missing out on his friends with his job as a pilot. Regret for not spending t...
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"Excuse me," Ryota whispered as he knocked on the wooden door before carefully opening it. He stepped into the Rain's bedroom, searched the raven with his gaze before sighing in relief at his sight.
Shuzo's eyes lifted from the book he was reading. He raised an eyebrow, swiftly closing the book and putting it aside as he ushered the teen to come closer and take a seat on the nearby sofa.
"What can I help you with?" he asked, eyes flickering to the horologe opposing him, behind the teen to check on the time. It was quite late already.
Ryota rubbed his left earlobe, silently sitting in front of the Guardian. "I— Tomorrow, whether I can go back or not, it will depend on it," he stated, his golden eyes staring straight into Shuzo's steel-grey ones.
Nijimura creased his brows, merely nodding, he hummed.
Ryota pursed his lips, lightly biting on his lower one, before brushing his hair back. "Then, could you tell me how are the Generation of Miracles, Shogocchi, Taigacchi, and Kaijo's old team doing?"
Shuzo lowered his gaze, not answering. His thoughts lingered on Kagamine's name and the mentioned Kaijou team, he frowned. If Mikaël was seventeen, judging from the date, he didn't think he'd met Kagami yet, nor did he have any reason to be close to the Kaijo basketball club.
He shrugged it off, keeping the strange fact in the corner of his mind for Mika to answer once he was back— well if they ever got the chance to speak that is.
"I don't know what your relationship with them is at your time," Nijimura started, "but I suppose it wouldn't hurt for you to know," he pursed his lips. "Only, I hope it will motivate you to give it your all tomorrow," he added.
Ryota frowned, his heart constricted, and he swallowed his saliva. He felt somewhat uncomfortable under the raven's piercing gaze but maintained his composure. He sat straighter as if to show the older man he was ready for whatever he would tell him.
Nijimura's lips momentarily quirked up at the sight before his already dull irises dimmed. "I don't think you are clear on how the Millefiore came to power, after all, my notes barely had the compulsory information," he explained.
"The Millefiore is the result of the Gesso Famiglia and Giglio Nero Famiglia's fusion. But, their ascension to the top wasn't so smooth, at least not as steady as they make it seem."
