bearing gifts

For all the years spent numbing himself to the world around him, it was a pain to realize he had let it back in. It had started gradually, really. It had started with Tarou, actually. It had started with one dumb joke, with one laugh. It had started with nights shared with one another, doing dumb shit. It had continued from that point on. Still part of Monochrome. Still loyal. They did what they had to do, it was as simple as that... And the things that he knew were wrong? He had chosen to look away from that. It was necessary, he had told himself time and time again.

Until he had started knowing the next generation of feather bearers. At that point, it had started becoming difficult. When he looked into that beautiful face of the past. When he had stared at the young girl and sometimes saw his sister staring back at him. When he had realized just how BAD things would get for them.

When he realized the shit they were going to be put through...

But with that he had put himself on Monochrome's hit list... He had made himself an enemy. And it hadn't been easy. Nothing ever was. Gremlin's condition had been proof of that... She was save now, undoubtedly. Tarou was still save too, as would Mel be...

Lips twitched upward in a slight smile for a second as he replayed the voicemail once more, leaning back against King and closing his eyes. A small snicker as he heard Gremlin screeching in the background, being her usual menace self. The image in his mind of Menardi tied in a sweater. Mel and Tarou together, warming his heart. G o d... He missed the days where they would steal dates... Just random moments shared together before everything wen so majorly down the fucking drain that he ended up here.

Perhaps it were the last words that hurt him the most...

If I've done something wrong.

God, T-T could never do anything wrong to him...

" A carrier Kingie, huh? "

" God I'm going to regret whatever idea just spouted in your fucking mind..."

---- He couldn't believe the other had made him do this. He couldn't fucking believe. He was definitely and most CERTAINLY going to drop Michael in the nearest body of water when he was rid of all the azaleas the other managed to wind around him. He looked RIDICULOUS. He wasn't some flower power kind of Pokemon. He couldn't believe Michael would let him SUFFER like this. All in the name of l o v e he had stated. UNBELIEVABLE.

A basket between his beak, it was filled nearly to the brim with Tarou's favourite snack; hiyoko cakes. And upon the basket laid a plushie. A dumb Zorua plushie. King decided this was definitely not his plan. Not his at all. A Carrier Kingie. He'd have to murder Tarou for even SAYING something like that to his dumb ass boyfriend. His dumb ass trainer with an eccetric enough mindset to actually fucking pull it through.

So WHAT if he looked miffed when the door finally opened to reveal Tarou. So what if he gave a disapproving click ( nearly dropping the basket but saving it in time ). " You're lucky you dumbasses belong to us, because I swear I would've m u r d e r e d anyone else who asked me to do something so STUPID like this. " he spat out finally, feathers ruffled.

And then dropping down from above, someone SWEPT Tarou off his feet, a kiss planted to his lips and a HUGE toothy grin was given, icy blues twinkling with a certain mischief.

" A certain Rotom told me my dork needed me. I come bearing gifts in apology for the long silence. And uh. In apology for the red hair I'm currently sporting... I'm trying to be in disguise, okay. "