The Intimacy Of Longing

I

Ramuda had had a little bit to drink. Just a bit. A smidge. Okay, he was rather drunk, bobbing and weaving a bit if he stood still. He had a bit of a dopey smile on his face, but his mind couldn’t help but dwell on past memories; memories of his relationship with Jakurai. Yeah, it had seemed a bit weird given the age gap between them, but it wasn’t like they ever cared. They were happy with each other. Comfortable. But then that all changed when TDD split up and everyone turned hostile. Ramuda sighed as he ruminated on that, bobbing his way towards Jakurai’s house. He still had a key; he kept it around his neck, never telling anyone what it opened. In a disgustingly intimate way, it always kept Jakurai close to his heart.

Jakurai was utterly unaware of the colorpop candy male approaching his home, if he had been he maybe would have had more of a guard up considering how the two typically acted towards one another nowadays. Currently he was in his room, having returned from the hospital not much earlier and after dinner decided there wasn't much else to do other than shower, get ready for bed and ultimately sleep. One may look into his life and find it rather boring and yes, it certainly could be, but alas, he was well adjusted and seemed to appreciate the simplicity of it. As he calmly got out a pair of pajamas and boxers his mind for some reason began to drift other places, to the past, to the feeling and sensation of having another person waiting for him in bed, that person was, Ramuda. He let out a soft sigh, rubbing his temples a bit, unsure as to why the male who clearly seemed to resent him popped in his mind. He of course was unaware of the fact the other still had the key he had given to him during their time together, as he assumed he had tossed it out long ago. He headed into the bathroom beginning to start up the shower, waiting for the water to heat up as he began to undo his shirt.

Ramuda made his way to Jakurai’s little Shinjuku apartment. ‘A doctor living in Shinjuku? You must see a lot of STDs come and go through your office!’ he remembered chirping when they had first started dating. Ramuda had always been an asshole, but it wasn’t out of spite then; he genuinely loved Jakurai, thought he was handsome and strong-willed. He still DID think that, but he could only admit that after several units of alcohol. Which were currently in his system. He shook his head, taking the key from around his neck and opening up Jakurai’s door. “Honey, I’m home!” he called, slightly slurred.

Jakurai could never stop himself from remembering all of the little remarks the short colorpop male would say, he was always witty and would use his cuteness to get out of any situation, he thought he was cunning, approachable, fun. And those opinions never wavered, even to this day, he could tell he was growing as a person with the two he was in a posse with, it made him happy and yet also a bit melancholic due to not having been able to be by his side to help him grow as well. But now wasn't the time to think of such things, he suddenly heard a voice ring out into the apartment, he was startled if he was being honest and abruptly turned off the shower, moving out of the bathroom cautiously, making his way into the main room only to see Ramuda, swaying a bit, clearly not completely there. He raised a brow a bit but cleared his throat as he approached, "Amemura kun, it's good to see you. Although, how did you get in?" He asked, his deep voice had a gentle but still professional tone to it as he approached but kept his distance knowing his hypnosis mic was in his bedroom so if the other decided to attack he would be vulnerable.

Ramuda looked up at Jakurai with a dumb little smile, cheeks a little rosy from the alcohol and the cold wind outside. He held up the key to Jakurai’s apartment. “Uhhh, I have a key, dummy! You gave it to me, remember?” he hiccuped. He tried to put it back around his neck, but was too out of it to do the clasp up. So, he shoved it into his pocket instead.

Jakurai looker at the other's lips which held the silly little smile, before making notice of the color of his cheeks, he was honestly rather shocked the other kept such a thing to this day but at the same time, he found it rather sweet that he had. "Yes I do indeed remember, I just had assumed after we, split up that you had tossed it out, but, it appears not." He said calmly moving to approach and lean calmly against the back of the couch, keeping his gaze on the other, "so, Amemura kun, why is it that you decided to visit? Are you not feeling well?" He asked calmly, the corners of his lips curling into a gentle smile, he doubted that was the case but still he couldn't help but ask.