And because I do not fear death I am cursed,
A god who I do not believe in damns me to hell,
There is something within me he dislikes,
A spark of rebellion that snarls and bite’s,
And you ask me “do you not wish to be loved unconditionally?”,
And this makes me frown,
Such a love does not exist,
Even your god has a long list,
For you must be pure to climb heavens steps,
And in your book I’m about as stained as it gets,
Sinful for my ambition, my selfishness, my desire,
Loving people I shouldn’t with a passionate fire,
Chasing the ecstasy mortal sin provides,
Smoke in my lungs or my head between her thighs,
Because I will not kneel, nor beg his mercy,
Because I will not bow my existence is heresy,
So because I fear neither myself nor death you say I am damned,
I’m sorry you couldn’t ‘save me’ like you planned,
If my soul is black then with the devil I’ll dance,
In my cynical world your holy father never stood a chance.
- Artemis Morgan
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last christmas
pairing(s): rei furuya x hiromitsu morofushi, kir x vermouth (mentioned once)
summary: rei spends his first christmas without hiro
w/c: 1.2k
warnings: nothing, except angst
a/n: accidentally posted this days ago dhdnsjh sorry for deleting it! i intended to schedule this for christmas eve but this bitch forgot to choose to schedule post 💀 anw enjoy and happy holidays!
Nighttime in Tokyo has never been brighter than during the holidays; shopping malls and restaurants are filled with people smiling and humming Christmas melodies, and even the streets are illuminated by festive lights.
The smell of food wafts through the air in each household where friends and families celebrate, sharing meals and exchanging gifts. Couples crowd restaurants to celebrate Christmas together, sharing smiles and soft, hidden touches as they talk about their day and how much they love each other.
Rei has nothing against people who celebrate the holidays (maybe envy that they have someone to spend it with).
After weeks of being away for a mission, he’s finally home. The first thing he notices is how bare and dull his apartment is in contrast to the color and the overall joviality the holiday season brings.
People who knew him as Bourbon wouldn’t be surprised that the perceptive agent doesn’t partake in the festive cheer (perhaps the people who knew him as Rei would, but there aren’t a lot left, especially with his existence practically erased).
And yet, for the first time in years, no garlands were hanging on the wall, no tall tree standing in the corner with tinsel wrapped around and different ornaments hanging in it, nor overflowing food to fill his stomach with.
How could one feel so lonely on a holiday so festive?
Rei wants to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
He never liked Christmas (December in general) in the first place; it is the coldest time of the year. Yet he didn't mind the coldness when it was best by the warmth of the person he spent it with.
Throughout his life, Hiro was always right there by his side. He never missed a birthday, holiday, or milestone, and through thick and thin, he was there.
The mute boy whom he didn't know would change his life.
Hiro often thanked Rei for helping him find his voice again. And yet Hiro doesn’t know how thankful Rei was that he came into his life, that he made him feel what it was like to be loved.
What it was like to be not alone.
And even in a job where being alone is a necessity to keep oneself safe, he never felt lonely once.
Rei often scolded Hiro about how dangerous it was for the organization to see him in his apartment, yet Hiro never listened to him.
“What would the organization think if they saw you here?”
“That we’re seeing each other?” Hiro answers nonchalantly. “Besides, people from the organization do it all the time. Everyone knows that Kir and Vermouth are sleeping together, so if they assumed the same about us, it’d be no different.”
Rei struggles to keep his face from heating up and the thought of them sleeping together away from his mind.
Truthfully, Rei was glad Hiro never listened to him once. Deep down, he didn’t want to be left alone, and maybe Hiro knew it too.
Hiro made a point to be present every Christmas, taking it upon himself to decorate while Rei cooked. He remembers the first Christmas dish he made while they were still in the academy and how awful it tasted, and how Hiro still managed to compliment him despite the disaster of the stew he made.
It became a tradition. In the quiet of his apartment, they spent the night together and pretended to be ordinary people with no obligations to fulfill.
It came to a point where he was looking forward to celebrating Christmas. The man who hated December now longs for it (after all, who wouldn’t, when you have the one you love the most to celebrate it with?)
And he did last year.
Rei thought he’d surprise Hiro by decorating his apartment on his own for once then he made something fancy for dinner.
He set the food on the table and waited for Hiro to arrive, but he didn’t.
He continued to wait until a message appeared on his phone.
Sorry, I can’t come tonight. They figured out that I’m a cop.
And another.
Take care of yourself and live a long life for me.
And another.
See you later, Rei.
Just when he starts to believe that the holidays bring warmth despite the cold season, he suddenly has no reason to.
Because instead of warmth, he cradled the cold, dead body of his best friend (beloved) in his arms.
The memories of the happy holidays they spent together are forever sullied by the image of Hiro slumped against the wall, lifeless, with a bullet lodged in his chest.
He began to hate December again.
And now, a year later, he stands in his doorway and everything reminds him of how truly lonely he is. Rei thinks about how he should’ve thanked Hiro for sticking around despite everything because now, he would never get the chance to say it to him.
He supposes it’s another thing added to his pile of regrets.
Rei feels the exhaustion seep into his bones. He can’t remember the last time he had a decent night's sleep or a meal in the past week. The mission took more out of him than he expected (or perhaps it was just an excuse, wanting to exhaust himself so he doesn’t have to think about this day, yet he still finds himself doing so).
He sighs and then moves to his kitchen to cook himself a meal. And afterward, a good night’s sleep.
Rei only has enough energy to make something simple, something nutritious to ease his hunger. Cream stew sounds good right now - it takes almost no effort, and it's easy enough to make. He knows the recipe by heart. After all, it was Hiro who taught him how to make it.
Rei made the cream stew like how he used to make it before (perhaps not exactly now that his cooking techniques are more refined). But somehow, everything feels different. He thinks it’s because he takes his time, lingering a bit since he's not cooking for anyone anymore. Or maybe it was the silence (except for the sound of the stew simmering in the pot); he finds the lively chatter and Hiro’s gentle voice guiding him missing.
He turns off the stove as he finishes cooking.
Rei pours the stew on top of his rice and then leaves an empty plate, a set of utensils, and a glass of scotch on the spot opposite his. He puts his hands together and says his gratitude.
He picks his spoon up and begins eating. He smiles at the taste as it brings fond memories of the stubbled man who taught him how to cook, guiding him patiently as he struggled to make his first cream stew. Now, the cream stew on his plate is much better than the first one he made, with no lumps of flour and enough seasonings, and yet he finds himself missing it (and perhaps it's not the awful food he misses but the company he used to have, because what use is good food with no one to share it with?)
He clinks his glass of scotch against the one on the empty spot across him. With a wistful smile, he whispers,
"Merry Christmas."
He doesn’t know to whom he says that (a blatant lie - Rei just refuses to acknowledge that he’s speaking to Hiro’s ghost, whether he believes in paranormal phenomena or not. Perhaps it's the part of him that refuses to let go. And maybe, just maybe, if he continues to deceive himself that he’s still with him, he won’t be lonely, even if it’s just for tonight).
As he finishes eating, he realizes he has made enough food for two people again.
Maybe he’d just give all the excess he made to Kazami tomorrow.
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First pooost! - afton’s kitten
Hey guys! for my introduction as my first post i would like to present myself
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