It's the first thought that crosses Sanji's mind by the time he's at Yusuke's door one Sunday afternoon, openly scowling like it's dared to show him the future in all of its ugly glory. Call it defeatist, but to him? Life dishes out hard lessons for a reason. Who in their right mind wouldn't want to avoid a mess -- and in his case, keep his relationship with Yusuke casual and friendly instead of delving into the shit show that ends up being his love life?
... Which at this point is him marrying himself to his soured pride; a fact he can admit to, if only grudgingly. Yusuke gave him plenty of opportunities to back out, including last weekend, but Sanji refused, so... time to buck up already.
Besides, he reminds himself while knocking his knuckles against the door, wiping his expression into neutral -- it's a date, not a torture session.]
[Well, Yukiko had agreed to do this, since Yusuke needed a subject. It wasn't really a problem for her to put on a kimono and come to the campus studio. She wore them to class sometimes anyway, and today just happened to be one of those days. So that's why she's poking her head into the art workrooms until she finds him.]
[Listen. Incredibly dense as Izumi has a tendency to be, he's actually quite perceptive when it comes to his friends acting differently.... Like Yusuke, who's been staring down at his phone more and more lately.
Except that there's no need to be perceptive when Yusuke's been really obvious. Smiling down at his phone is weird! IT'S WEIRD. So on a particularly slow day at work, Izumi shoots him a text during their break....]
Yuuuuusuke Are you texting someone special? (・∀・ )
[They're sitting right next to each other, but that clearly doesn't matter, outside of him really obviously grinning up at Yusuke the second the text is sent off.]
[ As they both drift to sleep, they're dragged into a rabbit hole similar to October. It starts off with darkness, only to be interrupted by a booming voice, one deep and foreboding as it narrates what's to come:
A traitor waits in the shadows, but do not fret. You were prepared.
The darkness fades, setting seeping in like paint on a canvas. If only it were bright colors, maybe even something as gaudy as Madarame's Palace, but no. It's just as dark—ceiling plagued by pipes and walls of metal on both sides. The sounds of a machinations, the waves gently swaying outside, and the muggy air easily illustrate where they are. It's a boiler room they're traversing, footsteps following one after another. The one who stops first is Futaba, mentioning that she senses someone here.
And here appears Goro Akechi, unamused by their meddling, but overall not surprised by Akira's escape from death. He walks forward, nonchalantly greeting them with a "long time no see."
The exchange continues, everyone somewhat surprised by his appearance.
Goro merely ignores them, instead keeping his eyes on Akira as he scoffs, "I'm impressed that you managed to deceive me. It seems I underestimated your abilities. You truly are interesting. Quiet, yet possessing the courage and determination to take action."
Silence settles with all eyes on the star.
"Under different circumstances, we could have been great rivals... Or perhaps friends." ]
I...
[ Even if that wasn't one of the dialogue options, Akechi continues, laughing mockingly like he did in the memory. It's just a record playing, repeating how envious he is of their free spirits. There's underlying malice and hostility, laced between words despite neutral tones, but it all ends with this one haunting sentence, packed with sincere regret:
"I wonder why we couldn't have met a few years earlier, Akira." ]
You're having a good day, aren't you? Visiting Sanji like normal, and you can even let yourself into the apartment since Sanji's given you a key to the place.
There seems to be an occupant on the couch that Chou is batting at thoughtfully, meowing pitifully when it doesn't respond to her.]
[Glancing up from whatever he's putting together in the kitchen (listen, he's always in the kitchen or on the couch, there is no in-between), Sanji arches a brow in Yusuke's direction]
You think he did it?
[-- He knows damn well what the answer is going to be, for the record.]
It's been a while since Yusuke had been to Pesgare, and seeing it again surrounded by colour is... nice. He hadn't been here with this place looking as it should, and in spite of everything that had happened when he'd been here before, and with their task set out for them, he's feeling... quite happy to be back. ]
They did say we'd be able to find the creature we're looking for out on the ocean, yes? So I suppose we'll need to rent or borrow a boat for the moment...
[ He sounds like he's focused on what they're doing, but he's just as busy staring at the beautiful waves chopping across the expanse of water, and the point where the horizon meets the skyline. The freshness of the air and the tang of salt. It's very lovely here.
It'd be nice to come here again without some sort of mission or goal in mind, other than enjoying the sights. ]
[Being de-slimed? Best feeling in the world, in Sanji's opinion. It's a miracle everyday when he doesn't feel the need to soak in the bath for hours at a time, and while it'd be a stretch to call him cheery, his mood has significantly improved from the last month.
So much, in fact, that he's dragging Yusuke to the beach once their schedules are clear. Nothing fancy -- just some food he made for the picnic, a few choice dishes he knows his boyfriend will like, and a beautiful spot for Yusuke to draw by, should he be in the mood.
As for himself? Well. It should irritate him how much of his past life's tendencies are starting to draw themselves out, but he just can't be angry when he's near the ocean, either. He didn't even bring something to do; Sanji is content enough to lay next to Yusuke on the blanket, listening to the waves
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