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kat8chaThe diner was small, and cozy. It was a little dingy, and the clientele was a little shady, but the food was good and the coffee could strip paint. That was what made a good diner, after all. Yuuta liked working there, even if he did have to wear a stupid looking striped shirt, and a stupid white apron. At least he didn't have to wear a dress, which was what Dan was generally threatened with when Dan broke something. It wasn't Dan's fault he was clumsy, or that he was cute enough to pass for a girl.
"Burn one, take it through the garden, and pin a rose on it." Yuuta pinned the order up, while shouting back at the chef. "And an order of frog sticks!"
Akutsu shouted something back, but it was unintelligible, his teeth were clenched tight around his cigarette, and the kitchen hissed and clanked around him. Yuuta turned back to the diner, which was nearly filled.
He could hear the whispers as he walked to the end of the diner.
'That's Fuji Syuusuke's little brother.'
'THE Fuji Syuusuke?'
'Yeah. The Fuji Syuusuke.'
Yuuta gritted his teeth. He hated being 'Fuji Syuusuke's brother'. He hated it even more than he hated the feeling of a gun in his hands, or the sticky way blood coated your hands and your knife. Yuuta hated it more than the ache of his shoulder on cold winter nights, and the star burst scar caused by the bullet wound.
'What's he doing working here?'
The conversations always went that way. Why would Fuji Syuusuke, famous hitman, let his little brother work in a run down out of the way diner? Why would Yuuta even have to? Yuuta should be working for Seigaku, protecting the neighborhood and bending the law. Yuuta had worked for Seigaku, before being 'Fuji's little brother' had made him leave.
And that's when things had gotten sticky.
'Way I hear it, he got sucked into this cult run by Mizuki Hajime.'
'Mizuki Hajime, Kite Eishirou's moll?'
'Yeah, THAT Mizuki Hajime.'
There was always someone who asked questions, and someone who had answers in these conversations. It was how conversations went usually. Unless, of course, you were Syuuske.
'I'm leaving.'
'Mmm, do you think wearing carnations as a symbol, and having a password is a little much, Yuuta?'
'Did you hear me? I'm leaving!'
'Don't stay out too late, Yuuta.'
Syuusuke had never approved of Yuuta being in Seigaku. He'd thought Yuuta should go to school, attend University, become a lawyer, or a doctor, or something. He'd never liked having Yuuta underfoot, always needing to be watched over, always needing to be rescued. Yuuta hadn't liked being rescued and taken care of. He could have handled it.
He could have.
'Reason Mizuki ran to Kite so fast? Fuji Syuusuke, that’s why. Seems little Yuuta might have gotten tangled up in a murder…'
Yuuta hadn't known that Mizuki had tricked the man, lured him back into the alleyway and seduced him, before fighting back and pretending to be the damsel in distress just so Yuuta could save him. Yuuta hadn't known that the man was next in line to be the police commissioner. All he had known was the man was hitting Mizuki and…
He loved Mizuki. He loved Mizuki with all of his heart. Not that loving Mizuki had done him any good, all it had gotten him was a gun shot wound to the shoulder when the officer tried to defend himself. All Yuuta'd gotten out of it was his older brother shipping him off to work for Akutsu, keeping Yuuta out of trouble. And then Yuuta had gotten to see the town torn apart in a gang war, Kite Eishirou trying to keep his lover safe, Fuji Syuusuke trying to avenge his brother…
And the rest of the word caught in between.
"Bowl of red." Yuuta shouted again, pinning up another order. He nodded at Dan, who had picked up the coffee pot and was carrying it around, refilling cups.
'Murder? Why ain't he serving time?'
'He's Fuji Syuusuke's little brother.'
Yuuta hated being Fuji Syuusuke's little brother. But the diner was small, and worn, and despite the fact that they whispered about it behind his back no one mentioned it to his face. Of course, they might have heard the stories that the last time someone did Akutsu had opened up diner's windows with the man's face.
'Oooh, I see.'
"Burn one, take it through the garden, and pin a rose on it." Yuuta pinned the order up, while shouting back at the chef. "And an order of frog sticks!"
Akutsu shouted something back, but it was unintelligible, his teeth were clenched tight around his cigarette, and the kitchen hissed and clanked around him. Yuuta turned back to the diner, which was nearly filled.
He could hear the whispers as he walked to the end of the diner.
'That's Fuji Syuusuke's little brother.'
'THE Fuji Syuusuke?'
'Yeah. The Fuji Syuusuke.'
Yuuta gritted his teeth. He hated being 'Fuji Syuusuke's brother'. He hated it even more than he hated the feeling of a gun in his hands, or the sticky way blood coated your hands and your knife. Yuuta hated it more than the ache of his shoulder on cold winter nights, and the star burst scar caused by the bullet wound.
'What's he doing working here?'
The conversations always went that way. Why would Fuji Syuusuke, famous hitman, let his little brother work in a run down out of the way diner? Why would Yuuta even have to? Yuuta should be working for Seigaku, protecting the neighborhood and bending the law. Yuuta had worked for Seigaku, before being 'Fuji's little brother' had made him leave.
And that's when things had gotten sticky.
'Way I hear it, he got sucked into this cult run by Mizuki Hajime.'
'Mizuki Hajime, Kite Eishirou's moll?'
'Yeah, THAT Mizuki Hajime.'
There was always someone who asked questions, and someone who had answers in these conversations. It was how conversations went usually. Unless, of course, you were Syuuske.
'I'm leaving.'
'Mmm, do you think wearing carnations as a symbol, and having a password is a little much, Yuuta?'
'Did you hear me? I'm leaving!'
'Don't stay out too late, Yuuta.'
Syuusuke had never approved of Yuuta being in Seigaku. He'd thought Yuuta should go to school, attend University, become a lawyer, or a doctor, or something. He'd never liked having Yuuta underfoot, always needing to be watched over, always needing to be rescued. Yuuta hadn't liked being rescued and taken care of. He could have handled it.
He could have.
'Reason Mizuki ran to Kite so fast? Fuji Syuusuke, that’s why. Seems little Yuuta might have gotten tangled up in a murder…'
Yuuta hadn't known that Mizuki had tricked the man, lured him back into the alleyway and seduced him, before fighting back and pretending to be the damsel in distress just so Yuuta could save him. Yuuta hadn't known that the man was next in line to be the police commissioner. All he had known was the man was hitting Mizuki and…
He loved Mizuki. He loved Mizuki with all of his heart. Not that loving Mizuki had done him any good, all it had gotten him was a gun shot wound to the shoulder when the officer tried to defend himself. All Yuuta'd gotten out of it was his older brother shipping him off to work for Akutsu, keeping Yuuta out of trouble. And then Yuuta had gotten to see the town torn apart in a gang war, Kite Eishirou trying to keep his lover safe, Fuji Syuusuke trying to avenge his brother…
And the rest of the word caught in between.
"Bowl of red." Yuuta shouted again, pinning up another order. He nodded at Dan, who had picked up the coffee pot and was carrying it around, refilling cups.
'Murder? Why ain't he serving time?'
'He's Fuji Syuusuke's little brother.'
Yuuta hated being Fuji Syuusuke's little brother. But the diner was small, and worn, and despite the fact that they whispered about it behind his back no one mentioned it to his face. Of course, they might have heard the stories that the last time someone did Akutsu had opened up diner's windows with the man's face.
'Oooh, I see.'
