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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"Cherry-blossoms?"
Watching from the corner of his eyes as M.M. bowed before taking her leaves, Ryota silently sat on the sofa. His golden hues swept over the abandoned room, taking in the small cracks in the wall, the spider webs and thin veil of dust which covered everything.
"Kufufu," golden snapped to look into heterochromatic eyes. "Glad to see you again so soon, Mika," the teen greeted with a Cheshire smile as he sat across from the green head.
Mikaël hummed, dipping his head in acknowledgment, he beamed. "Yes, a pleasure, Mukuro."
Mukuro's eyes lightly narrowed before he chuckled. "Right, right. Since both of us are now friends, let me introduce myself once more," his smile stretched. "I am Rokudo Mukuro, but you can call me Mukuro."
Ryota nodded, humming in approvement.
"And you? What should I call you?" He asked, making the green raise an inquiring eyebrow. "Fufu, come on," the blue drawled, frighteningly carefree. "You can tell me your real name now."
Mikaël frowned, his smile momentarily faltering before he went back to his beaming face. He tilted his head, his golden eyes narrowed, distinguishable indigo coursed through his pupils before disappearing.
Mukuro chuckled, his eyes flashed before his lips quirked up into a smirk. "So?"
"I am Mikaël Lamarre," Ryota cooly answered, unbothered by the slight frown on the younger's face— or was he older? Well, it didn't matter either way.
Mukuro's blue eyebrows arched before he chuckled. His heterochromatic eyes crinkled, "Kufufu, sure. Mikaël, then," he drawled, voice almost openly mocking.
Ryota smiled, ignoring the boy's contempt. His golden eyes rummaged the room, in search of anything to look at, something to distract himself. Walls, spiderwebs, cracks, dust, child—
Wait, his eyes widened, a child?
"Fufu," Mikaël's head snapped to face Mukuro's. The teen, who had miraculously appeared behind him, was leaning forward, an arm wrapped around the green's shoulder as he smiled deviously. "'seen anything interesting?"
