M͢o͢n͢a͢r͢c͢h͢ O͢r͢a͢n͢g͢e͢

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 6: Bʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴡғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇs

{͍ᵐ͍ᵒ͍ⁿ͍ᵃ͍ʳ͍ᶜ͍ʰ͍ ͍ o͍a͍R͍a͍n͍g͍e͍.͍.͍.͍ ͍i͍S͍ ͍l͍o͍a͍D͍i͍n͍g͍}͍...

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{L͢o͢a͢d͢i͢n͢g͢ c͢o͢m͢p͢l͢e͢t͢e͢! Y͢o͢u͢ m͢a͢y͢ c͢o͢n͢t͢i͢n͢u͢e͢!}

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"Just tell me who it was so I can go fuck them up! I'm so mad right now I want to punch someone!"

A student feeling. Somthing was pulling at Josuke's strings. It was as if he were a puppet to an unknown master.

A sudden feeling like he had to protect Kira. No reason. No rhyme. Just his instenks telling stearing him the wrong direct.

"It was..." The blame needed to be put on anyone that wasn't "Mr. Kawajiri".

He couldn't get him in trouble. They ere friends right? They'd been so close for so long. And besides, he and Okuyasu needed the credits to get out. Just to pass. Just so that they could get a job. Maybe they could make it over to America? Maybe they could be happy?

So many possibilities. So little time. There was no telling what was going to happen from day to day, living off of paychecks that most of it was to remodel an old home with old memories and hopefully make fresh ones. New ones that would being joy. But no. That was never the case. Only a few feet away from his own home that he had been casted out of, it still was hard to make new ones.

And it was going to be a lot more rougher the longer thay stayed in this town.

Okuyasu didn't know if he could forgive Josuke for being so weak. That's not what they were about. They were never weak-spirited nor where they pussies.

Hell, Okuyasu had a power that could abliterate and remove matter yet he couldn't remove this heaviness in his chest. This regret. It was haunting.

Never in his life had he ever thought this feeling-these feeling would hurt him. Okuyasu always thought that he could be in the worst situations and still be smiling afterwards, but this just showed him that he was wrong. Dead wrong. He could feel. He could feel the worst emotion possible. Betrayal.

It hurt worse than a hot iron rod being pressed to the skin. It hurt more than having his face cut open, even having chunks of himself being abliterated and separated from himself hurt less than this.

He trusted Josuke. "Just... Just... I'll talk to you tomorrow,"

"Wait! Where are you going?!" Josuke shouted, his eyes filled with hurt. Heart filled with an aching want for forgiveness.

"Im going to go beat up a random asshole!" Okuyasu called back, shoving his hand into his pocket without a second glance back. "Don't fucking follow me or you'll be that asshole."

His voice was filled with a threatening promise.

{͍ᵐ͍ᵒ͍ⁿ͍ᵃ͍ʳ͍ᶜ͍ʰ͍ ͍ o͍a͍R͍a͍n͍g͍e͍.͍.͍.͍ ͍i͍S͍ ͍l͍o͍a͍D͍i͍n͍g͍}͍...

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{L͢o͢a͢d͢i͢n͢g͢ c͢o͢m͢p͢l͢e͢t͢e͢! Y͢o͢u͢ m͢a͢y͢ c͢o͢n͢t͢i͢n͢u͢e͢!}

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Okuyasu couldn't believe it. What creeps would send me that type of stuff? Why would Josuke send them? Unless...

Josuke wasn't the one who sent the photos! This thought nearly brought his attention to the broken glass. The young man's head spun around to see that his home! The bedroom window was shattered but the soft golden light was still on.

"Josuke!" He cried, immediately ran faster than his heart was beating in his chest. Chest drumming, nearly out of breath his footsteps thundering up the stairs.

A dark figure had Josuke backed into a corner, hand over his mouth as wimpering was heard from that same corner. Could be heard through the dark figure.
The dark figure with spikes in its hair was leaned over the smaller male, one hand pinning Josuke to the wall with fear.

"You... You.... GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!" Okuyasu yelled with all of the might and love he had left in his heart as a humanoid spirit meterilized out of thin air. The dark figure as gone in seconds, only leaving an image of a bloodshot Allantic cat eye ingraved into his mind.

"Josuke-" Okuyasu ran over the the smaller, less masculine male to see that he was still in his pajamas. The temple of Josuke's head was dripping with a dark crimson red.

The screen was all too familiar. Okuyasu didn't care if Josuke were to be covered in it, he still pulled him into his chest.

It hurt. It hurt so bad to see him like this.

It was happening all over again. "Oku... Okuyasu... I'm so sorry... I couldn't summon Crazy Diamond... He won't come out..." Hot tears rolled down his red cheeks.

Doing the best Okuyasu could, he made sure his voice didn't raise. As much as it was eating him alive, he needed to stay calm. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"N-no..." the brunette shook his head, curly black locks trembling.

"Why did you come back for me? You could have just left. I wouldn't have blamed you for it,"
The light skinned brunette adverted his blue hues away from the one's of his lover.

"Listen, no matter how much I want to punch you in the handsome face of yours I'm still gonna love my bro," Okuyasu's dark voice and strong arms would hold him and all of the promises he had made.

That they had made.

Together...

Josuke's came to the realization that he was the one who broke that. Heart's are like glass, he came to find out.

Easy to break but not so easy to put back together.

"You... You forgive me? You really do?"

"Fuck yeah, who else is gonna tolerate my bullshit? And who else am I gonna get in trouble with. This house of memories is ones of pain but I know as long as you are here, it's a place of new ones. I want to make them with you... I want to..."

Josuke just blinked. Waiting for an answer.

"You know... I've been thinking about this for a little while now. Just in case we die, I want us to have some sore of promise. I want us to die knowing what could have been. So I ask you... I ask you, as your boyfriend, will you marry me?"

Okuyasu's eyes were locked onto Josuke's.

"We don't have to have nothing big," Jouske's eyes were about to become rivers if any of this was to go one any longer.

"I love you... I love you so much, but... But... I... I don't get it... Why would you forgive me so easily?" Josuke asked, his fingers trailing their way down Okuyasu's arms to find the hand he wished he could hold his entire life.

No matter how much it hurt, no matter how much Josuke would hurt him. No matter the words nor the knifes, if Josuke were to throw them at the boy, he wouldn't know the difference between the action being good bad or unforgivable.

Of course it hurt but, it seemed to be a forgivable action.

All of this was so out of character for his lover. It must have been because of that Kira guy. When was he ever going to let that go?

Sure it was bad...

And they got blown up...

And there was metal sticking out of Josuke...

There was metal sticking out of Josuke...

Okuyasu could feel himself shaking, trembling to the very core. Just at the thought... Just at the thought of the sight of blood made him want to curl up i to a ball of puke, probably both to be honest.

It was terrifying. It was beyond words in a book, to discribe the painful look in their irises as they looked to one another.

The feeling was plunging both of them into the darkest forest of their minds to fend and fight their way back to the top of the world. Where they wish they could be back again.

{͍ᵐ͍ᵒ͍ⁿ͍ᵃ͍ʳ͍ᶜ͍ʰ͍ ͍ o͍a͍R͍a͍n͍g͍e͍.͍.͍.͍ ͍i͍S͍ ͍l͍o͍a͍D͍i͍n͍g͍}͍...

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{L͢o͢a͢d͢i͢n͢g͢ c͢o͢m͢p͢l͢e͢t͢e͢! Y͢o͢u͢ m͢a͢y͢ c͢o͢n͢t͢i͢n͢u͢e͢!}

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Try all you like. But Josuke Higashikata, I promise you, you will be in my arms again. Even if I must put your little friend to sleep.

A/N: so how if everyone liking this so far? This has been the funnest thing to write so far!

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