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Things have been pretty sucky without the glittering smile of a certain blue haired man, and Koujaku has taken on depression on for size.
Aoba.
His one true love--is gone--gone off to America with that criminal that looked like a pirate with those mangy dreads and big ass bird sitting on his shoulder. If Koujaku ever saw that tower of muscle again, he would get his sword and cut off his hand and poke his eye, really giving him a true pirate look.
Motherfucker. Taking Aoba away like that.
He didn't get to say goodbye.
Koujaku remembered how it went down too.
Koujaku was done with his last client. As he began to close up shop, he thought how great it would be to pay Tae-san and Aoba for a visit. He's been busy with his business ever since he officially opened it regularly, so it's been a while since he last visit.
Making his way to his favourite people in the world, he also thought about visiting good ol' Mizuki, he's been doing just well. He came to about a week ago, a little hazy, but he still got jokes. He'll go see him to afterwards.
Knocking on the door that belonged to the Seragaki household, sweet ol' Tae-san opened the door. Sweet ol' Tae-san gave Koujaku her usual scowl.
"Ah, it's you. Mr. Hairstylist, how have you been? "
The fella in red grinned as he took a seat in the kitchen--she offered him some tea. Tae-san is still Tae-san.
"I've been pretty fine. Business has been good so far."
Tae grunted. "I would think so, with a face like yours, I'm sure ladies would die to have their hair did by you."
"Now now, you flatter me, Tae-san!" Koujaku chuckled as he waved of the compliment. Really she was just too much at times. A lull took place in their conversation, Koujaku noticed that a another person was missing.
"Say, Tae-san, is Aoba here? Is he out?"
As the hairstylist asked, Tae sighed, looking down. Koujaku was confused at this. Did something happened? Was Aoba hurt?
"Did something bad happen to him?"
The elder shook her head. "No, in fact he doing just fine. He's just not here is all. In Midorijima that is."
Not in Midorijima? What does she by that?
"What do you mean? He's not in the country?"
She nodded.
"W-well...wh-where is he then?"
"America."
Ame--
What?
Koujaku even notice his body bidding Tae goodbye for the night nor did notice his body walking out the door heading home, forgetting to visit Mizuki afterwards.
Soon as he got home he reached into the sleeve of his kimono taking out a cigarette and lighter. Plopping down upon his couch, he promptly inhaled the toxic smoke into his lungs before exhale his through his nose.
'Gone' she said.
'Away in America' she said.
'Doing just fine over there' she said!
Koujaku couldn't believe this. What would possess Aoba to leave?
His coil rang.
He lifted his wrist to see who it was contacting him.
Speaking of the devil.
He didn't want to press the accept button, but he really wanted to know what was going on with his friend. So he pressed the button anyway. Instantly Aoba's face appeared upon holographic screen. Koujaku winced a little at the sight of him.
"Hey, how's a going, ya hippo?"
As Aoba spoke, Koujaku snapped out of his trance and put up his sporty-cool guy front as he gretted his friend.
"Yo, how's my buddy doing?" Sending Aoba of his signature 'how you doin?' smiles.
"Well, I'm doing great actually! Um, I guess baa-chan told you I'm out of the country, huh?"
"Something like that, yeah."
"Oh, she told me how you odd you acted when she told you I was gone. Are you alright, Koujaku?"
Koujaku's eyed widen a little at the question.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah I'm fine, I was just...shocked that you left. And you didn't even say goodbye, shame on you Aoba Seragaki!" Koujaku played it off as pretending to be offended but the truth was, he actually is offended. But he wouldn't let Aoba know that.
Aoba giggled bowing slightly as an apology. "Gyah! I'm sorry, Hippojaku! Please forgive me!"
They both shared a good laugh amongst themselves for a minute. Koujaku still wanted to know why Aoba's in America though.
"Say, Aoba, I was wondering..."
"Hmm? What is Koujaku?"
"Why are you in America in the first place?"
"Oh! Well..."
Koujaku saw how Aoba looked away, scratching the back of his head, muttering something along the lines of 'I hope he doesn't blow up.'. The red eyed male lifted an eyebrow. What is it? And why would he blow up if Aoba tells him? Couldn't be that bad, right?
Aoba cleared his throat.
"Well...do you remember Mink?"
Mink?
"Y'know, that tall guy with the pink bird that helped us find and rescue Baa-chan."
Wh-
"You mean that ex-con? The leader of Scratch?"
Yeah. Koujaku remembers that guy. He couldn't trust as far as he could throw him. Though he hadn't heard nothing dealing with him of Scratch since the fall of Oval Tower.
Aoba nodded. "Yeah, that's him."
"Well...what about him?"
It still didn't make sense to Koujaku. What did that crook had to do with anything? Unless...
"Well...believe it or not...we--Mink and I--we're..."
Before Aoba finished that sentence, Koujaku already knew what it was.
"We're together."
That discovery as to Aoba left so suddenly, at that very moment--Koujaku's world tumbled down.
And that was 3 weeks ago.
Now, Koujaku still tends to his career as a hairstylist, he even entered a few rib brawls evenery now and then whenever the thought of Aoba being gone pissed him off. To get his mind off of the bluenet and his failure at confessing to Aoba way earlier, he went back to sleazing around. Sleeping with some of his clients.
Though it didn't help.
The pain was still there.
He still remembers how cheerful Aoba sounded when he heard Mink's voice call for him in the background. He didn't see Mink, and thank God he didn't. Hearing his shitty baritone voice was just enough to make his blood boil.
Fucking bastard.
Though it was Aoba's choice to love the jailbird, but dammit, why? Why such a brute like that?
Why...
Why couldn't it've been him?