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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If disappointment was a concept, then Shura's picture would be printed next to its definition in the dictionary. That's right, Shura, бриз's youngest associate, a feared hitman, someone whose belief lied in one person, felt he was at the top of disappointment.
At the moment, someone more disappointed than him didn't and couldn't exist. It was scientifically impossible— or so he said.
Either way, there he was, standing in front of an apartment door, note to in hand with the address neatly recorded onto, he stared at the taller raven head his usual smile painting his lips.
Kakimoto Chikusa, if his memory served him right, was the boy's name.
"If you're looking for Mikaël, he isn't here. He went back to France yesterday, you missed him," the taller of the two said, not waiting for the pink head to ask. Chikusa was clever, and Shura easily recognizable, it didn't take long for the Kokuyo Gang member to recognize him.
Shura pursed his lips before signing. Who knew, perhaps the fifteen-year-old was proficient in Sign language. 'When will he come back?'
Chikusa gazed at him with his usual deadpan before pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He disregarded the pink's movements, not the least bit proficient in Sign language before resuming. "You can always go to Hirose if I remember correctly he should be part of бриз too right?"
Shura frowned. Hirose. The name sounded awfully familiar yet he couldn't quite remember where he had last heard it. He blinked his cerulean eyes in contemplation before nodding and inquisitively looking up at the teen.
Chikusa silently exhaled, disliking what seemed to be a one-sided conversation before he answered the mute question. "Come in, I'll give you the address."
Shura numbly nodded, a grin plastered on his face as he followed the beanie-wearing teen inside.
That was a week ago, currently, he resided by the Hirose residence under the title of 'Mikaël's family member'. He felt quite satisfied, being associated with his Boss' name in such fashion.
