#false king.

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Knock knock.

    “Huh?” Ryuu sat up in his bed, “What was that?”

    Ryuu slid his textbooks to the other side of his bed and made his way towards his bedroom door. The house was pitch black, save for whatever light managed to make its way in from the outside. With his hands, he felt his way through his living room and towards the front door. Peering through the window next to the door, all he could make out at his doorstep was a shadow. “It’s the middle of the night, who’s visiting at this time?”

    He ran through a list of people that knew where he lived in his head. “Family: no. Classmates: no. Neko: yes. Aoba: yes.” But it was 3 a.m. and Neko only (rarely) came over during the day.

    To Ryuu, that left only one person. He opened the door and let his green eyes adjust to the lighting–just to make sure that he had the right person.

    “Oh, its you.” Time to add another person to that list. What a disappointment. He was all geared up to rush Aoba in from the dark and humid night, only to have Mikado be at his doorstep instead. Ryuu wondered what the younger boy wanted at such a late hour but pushed the thought aside. There was a more important question at hand, “How the fuck did he get my address?”

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    Ryuu grumbled whilst leaning against a lamppost in the rain. “Of all the members, Aoba.. Why?” The raven-haired university student began to lightly knock the back of his head against the the post under his umbrella. “Why Mikado..?” Ryuu had already sent his obligatory complaint to Aoba, only for it to be ignored. However, for the sake of his boss, Ryuu remained at the lampost, waiting for the boy to show up.