A few days ago, a beautifully written letter was addressed to his apartment, inviting him to the formal party gathering at the historic site of Bellevue Castle, one that had caught Midorima’s attention for quite some time. It was said that even the most prestigious, influential people find it difficult to receive an invitation to the castle, so rarely anybody had the chance to visit its sacred interiors.
The thought of a bustling, busy party initially put the antisocial male off, but Oha Asa suggested that he should give the opportunity a shot, for there would be a rewarding encounter in return.
The party was just as crowded and populated as he thought, most of which came in a pair of two as they headed towards the centre of the ballroom for a round of ballroom dancing, their bodies swaying gracefully along the music provided by the orchestra just above the staircase.
Midorima decided to take a break from the party by wandering around the open halls of the castle, letting the sounds of his leather shoes tapping against the marble floor envelope his hearing as he takes in the beautiful architecture. Chandeliers made of crystal dangled from the top of the high ceilings as the music from the party gets softer and softer.
One of the castle rooms caught the male’s attention as he walked in. The room was just as posh as the other rooms. The bookcases were filled with old documents which give off the familiar smell of old books, something that Midorima quite enjoyed as he owned quite a few old books himself. If his memory served him right, this would be one of the studies that the previous monarch had.
A sudden, familiar voice resonated across the room. Midorima’s thoughts stopped in its tracks as his eyes widened at the realisation of who it could be.
In one swift motion, the green-haired male turned around to meet with a familiar figure. The figure that both mesmerised and terrified him. A mixture of emotions welled from below his heart as his gaze softens at the other.
It was an unexpected meeting that he had never asked for. After all those years where they seemed to grow further and further apart, they’ve finally met again in under such circumstances.
“Akashi…” He murmured, still in shock due to the other’s sudden presence. He had truly never expected the encounter to be with his former acquaintance. He wasn’t just any acquaintance, however. Akashi was quite an exceptional person that had successfully claimed the throne of being Midorima’s first, true friend, just like how the red-haired emperor had claimed many other thrones.
He watched as that familiar voice that was filled with both grace and authority resonated in the room. It was nostalgic to watch the figure moved across the room, reciting the details that were clearly from one of Bellevue’s historic books. It was always like that, where Midorima would quietly listen to Akashi as they spend their school days enjoying a game of shogi.
When it was his turn to speak, Midorima hesitated, but nevertheless, he finally greeted his old friend.
“It’s been a while, Akashi.” said Midorima, his expression remained stoic, though the corner of his lips curled up ever so slightly.
It was a warm welcome, from someone like Shintarou. Despite their colourful past (jokes aside) and their time spent apart, it was a pleasant discovery to find that their friendship remained more-or-less intact. Seijuurou hummed thoughtfully in agreement, grateful that things were already starting to feel natural with his old friend. He’d spent far too long out of contact with the other especially, not to mention the rest of their circle of friends.
“It has, indeed.” He finally said, voicing his agreement out loud. Still smiling, the corporate heir shifted his weight slightly, looking lost in thought for only a brief moment as his eyes found the tiled floor. He then flicked his gaze upwards, meeting Shintarou’s head on, gaze warming. “You look well, Midorima. Of course, you’re one of few I would even have to worry about in regards to health or livelihood.”
Chuckling again, Seijuurou slipped his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, turning away as he moved to examine some of the old texts lining the bookshelves. His phone vibrated in his pocket, though he ignored it, knowing it would only be another email better suited for the current acting head of his family’s company to respond to. He was only ever contacted when the former wasn’t picking up: and for once, Seijuurou wanted to enjoy the evening without any interruptions from a job he was unsuited for.
“What have you been up to? If you don’t mind my asking, that is.” Seijuurou said, throwing a glance over his shoulder, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.
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