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“Ah, Kuki!”

Hairu smiled, quickly scouting the other investigator out of a crowd– as soon as she spotted him, she made her way to him. Upon reaching him, her hand slammed on his shoulder. There was no escape.

“Hey, hey, are you busy?” He must have been, but Hairu ignored the idea. “Let’s hang out. Koori’s busy with reports.”

He was busy with reports she should have been doing, but, Hairu neglected to mention that.

Urie felt a terrifyingly strong hand on his shoulder. If he were not part ghoul at this point he was afraid that a bone might break with that grip. Hearing his first name he hoped it might be Mutsuki, only to see it was Hairu instead. 

“Shouldn’t you be helping your partner with reports?”

Urie did not have the strength to escape her so he would just rely on mind games instead. 

“You’re going to disappoint him if he finds out you pushed all the work on him and then started fooling around with somebody else.”

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mucchymusing:

Mutsuki blinked. He looked up at Urie and nodded. “Okay.” It felt strange to him to have someone ask.

Everyone always wanted something from him. Sasaki, validation, his father, a punching bag, Torso… He had never just been wanted, never had his wants considered. 

But if you knew… 

The kitten wandered over and Mutsuki picked it up. Its claws dug into him, but he didn’t mind. He stroked its soft head. “Hey Kuki? Did you ever–do you ever resent your father?” 

Urie was hoping that Mutsuki would ask to kiss him. Instead they were suddenly talking about parents. He did not quite understand how the two subjects were corrrelated. Perhaps Mutsuki was nervous at the prospect of becoming a parent to a cat. 

“I...”

The last time he thought about this, he turned into a ghoul and went berserk. He had no idea how to communicate about this normally. He was so used to biting his tongue after all. 

“I think I did. Somebody told me I did, and I guess he’s right because I can’t come up with any other reason why I turned out so rotten. I didn’t want to hate my father for the longest time so instead I blamed everybody else around me... but the truth is I was sad because he chose to die over coming home to me.”

Urie’s second problem was that when he stopped biting his tongue he did not know how to hold back. 

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mucchymusing:

Mutsuki blinked. “Kuki, that wasn’t what I meant at all.”

He didn’t know what to say to him. His heart hammered inside his chest. He wanted to cry. Am I going to lose everything? Why does everyone good not want to maintain a connection with me? What is wrong with me?

Oh right. He was a murderer.

Kuki, I killed my family.

“I used to watch TV shows,” said Mutsuki, throat throbbing. “With normal families. Mine was–never like that.” Give Urie a few hints. A few seeds.

You’ll run, won’t you? It’ll be the excuse you need. 

“Oh... okay... I...”

Urie did not know what else to do. He tried maintaining his distance, and he tried doing the proper thing and telling Mutsuki he was fine with waiting until marriage, and that he was dating Mutsuki with the intention of marriage. 

He had no clues about relationships, besides what was expected of him by normal social conventions. The one time Matsuri had asked him about it he was completely taken by surprise. 

“I don’t care that much about television. I never watched it, it was a waste of time.” Whatever hint that was left for him, he missed. All hope seemed lost. Until Urie tried again with his bone headed straight forward nature. “I’ll only do what you want, Tooru. So if you want me to kiss you can you tell me?”

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ginshiras:

he still could stand all the liquor in his veins but he felt that the more he’d drink the more he’d get drunk as well. he stopped after finishing the second glass… unlike his partner who didn’t stop drinking. he just sighed and looked down at him when urie rested his head on his lap. his cheeks turned red and hesitantly, he lifted his hand and gently patted the head of the other.

he snorted and patted his head again. “fine by me. jus’ tell me where y’ live and we can go. i’ll get ya home safe and sound”, he chuckled. “talk about responsible drinkin’, ya totally outworked yerself.”

Urie stumbled in the door of his own apartment a moment later. He was surprised the slurred and half remembered instructions he gave had gotten them home. Shirazu really was a wonderful leader, better than him in every way. He needed to make sure to tell him that in the omrning when his head stopped pounding. 

He saw suddenly Shirazu moving to leave, and reached up grabbing him by the sleeve. “Where are you going? (Don’t go Shirazu).” If he let Shirazu out of his sight a ghoul might kill him again, or he could disappear at this city’s whim. “Hey you should just... stay here... it’ll be like the chateau.”

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Mutsuki frowned. He sat down next to Urie and reached out, absently stroking the kitten. Its fur was soft, like silk. 

He remembered what he had done to a cat in another time, and he wanted to punch himself in the throat. Why am I so grotesque? 

“I used to hate being looked at by men,” Mutsuki said. “I still do. Most men, anyways. A few exceptions.” Like you.

He reached out, taking Urie’s hand and smoothing his skin. “You don’t have to be afraid of connecting with people.” 

If you can connect, if you deserve to, make I can believe I do, too.

Urie blankly stared forward at Mutsuki as he heard the words about connection. His suit suddenly felt stiff, in comparison to the feel of a human hand overlapped with his own. He wondered how bodies overlapped would feel, and then chastised himself for thinking about such a thing before marriage. 

“That’s fine, I won’t look at you, or touch you if you don’t want me to.” Urie said, getting the wrong message once again entirely in his need to protect Mutsuki. He just did not want to upset him any more than he already had been in the past. He did not want to be another source of trauma. 

“I’m not afraid of connection it’s just pointless. My father is already dead, along with the only people who would care about me. Unlike Kuroiwa I’ll never have a real family.”

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ginshiras:

at least some familiar names. sassan and mucchan,huh? it’s at least something as he could say. maybe he would run into them next time, once he’s settled himself in this city. it would be a dream to get reuinted by at least all of them. the fact that saiko isn’t here doesn’t really bother him, despite missing her. a bit.

he’s glad that urie’s here, even though he wouldn’t be so frank about it. maybe… out of everyone he’d have missed him the most. who knows? he sighs and takes a huge sip from his glass. just drinking these thoughts away… for now.

“another one!”, he shouted with a “wooh!” once he finishes his glass. having alcohol through his veins feels good for once, especially after all he went through.

Shirazu realized something about the alcohol. Even though it tasted foul his brain seemed to be absorbing it. The more he absorbed it, the less he thought about all of the terrible things he was keeping from Shirazu.

More. He needed more. He slammed his glass down just as Shirazu ordered another one. A while later, Urie’s head fell forward onto the bar. “(I’m so drunk) I think I have a headache.”

He tried to stand up on his own, but instead his head fell to the side. A moment later he landed on something soft and noticed he was in Shirazu’s lap. “So-(So soft). Sorry.” He tried to move again but his body refused. “I (think I drank too much) am tired. Can you carry me on the way home, Squad Leader?”

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“Th-thanks, Urie,” Mutsuki stammered as he washed his hand. “Why do you wear those gloves anyways?” He liked it when Urie removed them.

Blood dribbled down his hand, but the water flushed it away. He swallowed. “Can you fuck a cat up as a cat parent?” he tried to joke. 

And then he realized the cat carrier door was open. “Urie! It got out!” Panic flared. Mutsuki yanked his bleeding hand away and charged down the hallway after the kitten, which jumped onto the bed and curled up on Urie’s pillow. 

“Oh.”

“I think you can fuck up at anything if you believe in yourself, and try hard enough.” Urie said answering unseriously. It was a terrible habit of his. Even when Mutsuki and him were closer now, he felt the need to deflect. 

“Cat’s like to wander around  sometimes, you just need to let it.” He said as he sat down on the couch next to the cat without even looking at it. He did not want to stress the animal anymore than it might have been. 

He moved to put his gloves back on now that they were no longe holding hands. “These gloves? I wear them because I don’t like touching people directly most of the time. There are a few exceptions I suppose.” He said, as he averted his eyes from Mutsuki for a moment feeling embarrassed for admitting that. 

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Mutsuki snorted. “Well, good.” He reached down and patted the kitty on the head. Please don’t bite me for having the blood of your kind on my hands. “Urie, did you get like, stuff for litter?” 

He cleaned up the mess, the kitten sitting primly and watching. Its tail flicked back and forth, forth and back, beady eyes glinting.

“No,” Mutsuki said as the kitten finally trotted towards the sofa. “No, kitty!”

The kitten leaped up and started tearing at it with its claws, yowling. Mutsuki grabbed the kitten. it sank its teeth into his hand. Mutsuki yelped. 

I am the worst cat parent ever. 

“Kitten, I order you to listen.”

Urie said in a stern voice, only to get no response at all. The kitten itself was more rebellious than both Shinsanpei and Mutsuki. 

He quickly moved instead to wrap his hands around the kitten and lift it up and away from Mutsuki’s hand. His protective instincts flaring and telling him to not let anything hurt Mutsuki. 

He walked over to the carrier he had brought the kitten home in, and closed the door for a moment. 

“There’s a litter box in the pile of bags over there. I didn’t know what specifically to buy so I bought everything.” He held out one of his hands, peeling the glove off of it. “Give me your hand so I can wash the bite. I don’t want it to get infected. (Holding Mutsuki’s hand, nice.).”

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mucchymusing:

Mutsuki blinked. “You’d want to–marry someone like me?” And never leave? Everyone always left. Always. But if Urie–if Urie–even if Mutsuki didn’t want to go to a courthouse right away, a warm feeling spread in his chest.

He wrapped his arms around Urie. “I do love you.” His voice came out muffled. “Thank you, Kuki.”  

The kitten rolled on his feet. Mutsuki crouched. “Urie, is it hungry? How do I tell?” 

The kitten sniffed, and then hacked up a hairball half its size. 

“Why do you think I even went to Kuroiwa’s wedding? It’s not because I secretly wanted to marry him all along.”

Apparently Saiko thought so, though. If the other Quinx did appear in their world Urie would haev to clarify that to her. He smiled, quirking the upper part of his lip as he heard Mutsuki’s question. He was relying on Urie again. 

“Well, I didn’t spend the last week reading several books on cats or anything (I did, I totally did, praise me Mutsuki), but they mewl when they’re hungry. You know like Saiko does.”

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mucchymusing:

Mutsuki rolled his eyes at Urie’s puns. And then his eyes bugged out and he almost choked on air.

His first… child? “Kuki… I’m not–we’re not–I mean–let’s not think of kids yet, okay?”

That still left the question of the name. At least Urie was trying to be sweet. He just couldn’t help that whatever was inside his shaker soul was not sugar but salt. Mutsuki rubbed his forehead. “Kukitty,” he joked.

The kitten stood on its hind legs, batting at his knee. Mutsuki knelt to pluck it up off the floor. It meowed and stretched, trying to climb Mutsuki’s shoulders and head. “Ow!”

And then it occurred to him. The perfect name. “Oreo Cookie, Urie Kuki. Name settled.”

“Aren’t we dating with the intention of marriage though? Should I have made that clearer, you can break up with me if you want. (Kuroiwa and his girlfriend are already married and they didn’t even date.)” Urie Kuki quickly began to spiral. It was clear just as usual even if he had no idea how to do this he needed to pretend to be the absolute authority for the sake of others, well really just himself. 

However, the sound of that embarrassing nickname snapped him out of his trance. He bit his lip for a second, wanting to complain but stopping himself. It was a good thing he was an expert at holding his tongue.

He was quiet for a second longer, before finally deciding on what to say. “That’s a good name then. I’m sure this way you’ll never hurt the kitten because you’ll love him as much as you love me.”

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Mutsuki gulped. He wasn’t sure how much he could trust Urie to keep this promise, but he knew he could trust Urie to try. But trying…  trying wasn’t always enough. “Kuki-kun…”

A meow. He looked down to see the kitten rubbing against his ankles, flopping over and batting its paws. It grabbed its tail and nommed on it. Mutsuki smiled in spite of himself. 

“What do we name it, then?” Mutsuki asked.

The kitten bit down on his foot. “Ouch!” 

“Ouch is a terrible name.” 

Urie said in a flat voice. He did not quite seem to understand the trouble the kitten was causing already. He was staring at parts of Mutsuki that did not contain his foot. His slit like pupils shook for a moment as always as he noticed the change. 

“He’s quite troublesome for a cat, perhaps we should name him Mutsukitty.” 

Urie’s suggestion almost sounded sweet. There was no way he could make this awkward, mission accomplished. Or so he thought. 

“What were you thinking of naming your first child if you adopted one, we could name them that.”

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Mutsuki turned. Urie was fumbling with his words, which always meant that he was trying to be sweet but couldn’t quite manage it. 

He gasped, holding the box. It jolted and Mutsuki shrieked. It was mewling? He peered at it. “Urie… what is this?” It was alive, wasn’t it? Did he want Mutsuki to eat it? 

Mutsuki knelt on the ground and ripped the box open. Two huge green eyes stared up at him, and a tiny black kitten meowed again. “What the hell?” Mutsuki shook his head. “Urie, what are you thinking?”

The kitten suddenly jumped up and bolted for the kitchen. “Hey!” Mutsuki yelled, giving chase. “Come back here, kitty-chan!” 

“Usually people say thank you, not what the hell.” Urie said, his apprehension disappeared as his normal voice returned. At least when he was making smart remarks towards Mutsuki he could sound confident, even though sincerity was 100 times harder for him. 

“You said you wanted to work to improve yourself. Here’s a kitten that you can learn to take care of to make up for your mistakes in the past. Give it 100 lifetimes worth of happiness.” Urie knew immediately what Mutsuki was concerned about. 

He grabbed Mutsuki’s hand before Mutsuki could even follow the kitten. “Tooru, I won’t let you hurt it. Even if I have to wrestle you into submission, or put you into a headlock, or pin you with the ARIMA 36 manuever. I won’t fail this time.”

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ginshiras:

he could feel how tight urie was holding his hand but he wouldn’t complain. he kind of understood even. shirazu wanted to tell him again that he wouldn’t leave his side. he could ask him questions… maybe once they had arrived to the bar, he would go and ask urie. what happened to the others? were they here too?

“it seems mundane… reminds me of home…” it sounded so weird saying that. it was not his home, but it felt like home. “man…” he clicked his tongue after hearing about the lack of a motorcycle. “fine by me. a bicycle would do…” he said, waiting for his drink.

he then heaved a sigh, staring at the counter before he took his courage together. “anyone of the q squad here too? you’re the first i’ve seen here.”

“Mutsuki is, and Haise...” Urie realized that Shirazu was dangerously close to asking for an update on what happened in his absence. He knew he would have to divulge the information eventually, but Shirazu had just returned to him by some miracle. 

The fact that he might hate him made Urie tremble so much that the alcohol in his glass began to shake and ripple. Urie stared into it for a moment and then decided he would not say anything for now. Shirazu could ask questions when they saw the white Mutsuki’s hair had turned.

To keep his mouth busy, he tipped the glass back and drank all of its contents. A moment later he slammed it on the counter. “Another please! Come on Shirazu you drink so slow, I bet I could beat you in a drinking contest (Let’s just keep drinking and forget.)”

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Like your dog, if you tell me to heel, I will heel

and if you tell me to bark, I will bark.

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@mucchymusing

Urie had been practicing the face he would make, and the things he would say on his way home all day. He had purposefully chosen to work late and walk home alone so he could surprise Mutsuki in this manner. He even wrote out a script planning ahead of time. He muttered practicing it under his breath just as he was walking through the doorway. 

Then he saw Mutsuki and his mind went black. “Umm... hello... mucch... Moo... tooru...” He muttered out attempting and failing to call Mutsuki by some affectionate nickname. He tried to look at his script only for the note card to fall out of his hands. Urie decided to abandon it and move on forward. 

“I umm... present!” Before Mutsuki could say anything, Urie shoved a box with holes in it straight into Mutsuki’s chest without thinking. The box itself suddenly shook and meowed.