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It's been--how long? A month or? Since Aoba left Midorijima? The thought alone still stung, and the fact itself...just sucked ass. But Koujaku tries his best to cope with it, though its been taking a piss-poor time doing so.
Like yesterday, for example, he wasn't focus on his client while styling their hair, so with the flick of the wrist
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Near about a chunk of his clients hair was cut off. The poor woman almost lose her shit. She would've completely lost her shit if Koujaku didn't improvise and suggest a sideshave (since their in these days) to the woman. She looked nice, but Koujaku knew that little accident lost some rep points for him.
Or like at that bar that one night, Koujaku was just having his usual when a musclehead approached him, talking about how Koujaku hacked his girlfriend's hair. Not this shit again. Koujaku insisted that it was an accident (thought it really was) but the macho man wasn't buying it and called Koujaku out and wanted to fight. Koujaku wasn't up for it, but the steroid-induced fool wouldnt back down. So this guy did the unthinkable, he grabs Koujaku's drink and
splish
The asswad threw the liquor in Koujaku's face and hair. Koujaku then stood up slowly wiping some of the brown alcohol off his face while reaching for his unsheathed sword. He later got kicked out of the bar with a head full of glass and a mouth full of blood.
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He knows he shouldn't stay cooped up in his house all the time, his ALLmate reminded him of that several time over. For a tiny bird like Beni, it sure as hell hurts when he pecks at you angrily.
The hairstylist decided it would be a good time to visit Mizuki since he forgotten the first time. Mizuki has been better everyday, he seems like he's back to normal, but doctors still advise whatever visitors he may get to not mention anything related as to what happened to him. But other than that Mizuki is peachy-keen as ever.
The first few minutes with Mizuki were pretty awkward.
"So, Kou, are...you gonna tell me why you have a black eye, or...?"
"Hmm? Oh-! Th--this...this is--this is nothing! Just a little bruise is all."
"'A little bruise', Kou?"
"Yeah, I...did not get into a fight if that's what you're assuming."
"I didn't."
"............."
Mizuki knew Koujaku all to well to know that wasn't just a bruise from falling down some stairs, or even a rib fight. That's a bar fight shiner.
Koujaku twiddled his thumbs before landing his glance to some coloful bouquets at the far off corner.
"Hey, Mizu, who are those from?"
Mizuki watched where Koujaku was pointing at, obviously he was skipping the subject, but Mizuki didn't press.
"Oh, those? Those are from ribsters, and the bigger ones are from some guy with white hair and a gas mask on, he's.....he's something. The first time he visited, he came through the window and he also ate my peaches..."
Wow. That oddball was still shuffling about around these parts? How wonderful. Though Koujaku can't help but feel that he might be forgetting someone....someone else was there too. Let's see: it was him, Aoba, Scratch's leader, that weirdo, aaand-- "Koujaku. Hello~?" A snap of the fingers broke Koujaku's train of thought. Focusing back om his friend, he noticed his friend's face took on more a serious sense.
"So...I, uh...heard that Aoba left Midorijima recently."
Shit.
Koujaku hoped he wouldn't brought that up.
"Uh, yeah. He called me and told me like a couple months ago."
"Same here. I almost couldn't believe it! That is until he said that with the leader of that fake rib team, and he sent me some pictures of where he's staying at now. It's pretty where he lives."
"Yeah." Was all that Koujaku could really say. Of course Mizuki couldn't've known Koujaku's feelings for Aoba, so he didn't mean no jarm when bringing it up. A long lull in the conversation took its place as a nurse peeked her head stating that visiting hours were over. With that Koujaku bid Mizuki goodbye for the day and took his leave.
Making his way back home, he came across Benishigure, Kou was giving him the weekly scooped on which team was losing, who was winning, and who wanted to brawl. Apparently a couple of ribsters wanted to seek revenge and wanted a rematch from Koujaku, but Koujaku honestly wasn't up for it. The spark of rage was pretty low today, so he refused and went on home.
He made it to him home, it was nightfall when he got back. Walking up the steps to his porch, to the door he reached into his fanny pack behind him for his key. Going to put the key into the deadbolt he noticed that his door was slighty ajar, didn't he close that door shut completely? He was sure of it.
Something wasn't right.
He slowly opened the door, being as quiet as he could, when suddenly a flash of red came in front of him!
It was Beni. Thank goodness.
"Boss! Boss! Someone's in the house! They broke in!"
An intruder? Who would be in their right mind to...?
"Where are they?"
"They're over this way! In your room!" Beni flew off to show him the way. Koujaku then took his sword in hand; sheathed this time, and follwed his ALLmate.
Whoever it was, they were going to get sliced in half for breaking into Koujaku's home. Not cool.
Reaching he doorway, there was a soft blue glow illuminating from the room. Beni was right. They are in there. This meant Koujaku had to do something like a surprise attack on them in order handle the intruder. So taking a light short step forward he prepared himself. Beni, too, was ready for some action. He then mentally counted, '1...2...3!!'
He launched into the room. Beni tailing after.
The red clad fellow then lifted his sword, only to pause when he saw as to who it was that was in his room.
The intruder.
At that moment, Koujaku suddenly remembered that one person that was with him, Aoba, and the others.
"Y-you...."
"Welcome home."